#that also makes me fell just. like this pain in my chest that i can't even explain well

[laugtherhyena]

Csm thoughts,,

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby

- gojo satoru x reader

a domestic life with your husband and baby

genre: teeth-rotting fluff, sugary dump fluff, and simply pure fluffff, baby-related, mentions of pregnancy, dad!gojo

note: inspired by this fanart by Deltapork in twitter! from the moment i saw that artwork, i just can't get this out of my head😫

and this is a part of a series of gojo drabbles i’ve planned called gojo's love entries anthology -> updated masterlist here

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Watching your husband entertain your child would never fail to make you smile.

"Aw, my cute baby!" Satoru joyfully exclaimed as he and the baby, secure in his hold, emitted almost harmonious squeals of delight. Both of them practically shared the same brain cells at this point.

And it was a sight that warmed your heart so much, especially when the old Gojo Satoru was a prick who used to made little Megumi cry just for the sake of it and always said that babies and everything that came with them were a pain.

He playfully devoured your son's plump cheeks and burst into laughter, paying no attention to the curious glances he garnered from other shoppers at the supermarket.

"Satoru, hush," you chided gently as you pushed the cart, yet still smiling all the same.

"Ah, look, mama doesn't approve," he remarked to your babbling son, wearing a playful pout. At the same time, your barely seven-month baby puckered his lips too, turning him into a perfect miniature version of your mischievous husband at his best, melting your heart even further.

"It's time for his milk," you pointed out, retrieving the milk bottle. Satoru reached for it and offered it to your baby, who eagerly latched on and started drinking.

Your precious baby continued to feed on the formula, clearly relishing it. It appeared that he couldn't get enough, with the way he drank with such enthusiasm.

"He's a hungry baby... just like you," you mused.

Satoru laughed out loud once again. "Why are you comparing a baby with a grown-ass man?"

Your son was still drinking the milk and seemed like he wanted more, but you could definitely tell how content he was in that moment.

"Because it's your baby, duh. And not only he looks like you, he's also reflecting what you've been doing to me so far, it's uncanny."

"So I've turned our son into a mini-me now, have I." He regarded you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And what have I done to you, darling? Tell me."

"...A lot of bad things."

"Heh, is that so?"

The baby then stopped drinking and seemed to want you to cuddle him, as he reached his tiny hands towards you. Satoru handed him over to you, taking the bottle away, and you gently pulled him close, cradling him against your chest.

"Yeah. Bad, bad things," you cooed to your baby, your eyes sparkling with joy. "First you seduced me, then got me pregnant. And then you forced me to go through that painful labor."

Satoru didn't miss the way the clerk eyed him after you said that. But he chuckled anyway. "Well... in the end you fell for me, and I probably seduced you a bit..."

He paid for the groceries and then the two of you walked out of the supermarket.

"But is that so bad?" He continued with a meaningful smirk. "You seemed like you love it so there's nothing to complain about."

"Hmph."

"And then I got you pregnant... well, you wanted a baby, dear, so you can't really be mad and blame just me for it all, okay?"

The fact that you were having this crack conversation at a crossroad made you struggle to stifle your laughter, to say the least.

Your son was still cuddling up to your chest and now he was looking at you with those wide, glassy blue eyes. You could tell how much he liked and needed you, as well as spending time with you, his mother.

This is your baby with the man who loves you. How could you not love him in return?

Satoru looked at his son in your arms. “Our son is the cutest, isn’t he?”

He seemed tired more than anything though, with the big yawn he just emitted.

“He is so… defenseless.”

“Well, he’s a baby,” your husband said matter-of-factly. “That’s how babies are, darling. He’s learning how to do things and completely defenseless, so he needs his parents. You and I.”

Your baby’s eyes became a little droopy. He was sleepy now, and wanted your warmth to fall asleep.

“Let’s… protect him together, yeah, Satoru?” you muttered softly as your child settled in your embrace, peaceful and content, falling asleep.

Your heartstrings were pulled when you witnessed the expression of absolute adoration on your husband's face.

“Silly. I’m the one who will protect both of you, sweetheart.”

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Taking care of his girls (part 1)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

a/n: another girl dad Carlos because I just can't get enough

Y/N's pov

The newborn stage is extremely challenging. Sleep deprivation caused by countless sleepless nights, lack of energy, baby crying even though she ate half an hour ago, trying to figure out the cause of her crying, colic, baby not latching, painful feedings or lack of milk production - all that and much more comes when you step into motherhood. Trust me, it is exhausting both physically and mentally and anyone who says otherwise is lying!

However, not much is talked about how demanding and tiring and difficult it is when you are burning with a fever and can barely stand on your feet, and you have a two-year-old daughter who also has a flu and who, in addition to all of that, is a very stubborn daddy's little girl and doesn't really like to listen to anyone except her dad. That two-year-old is our little girl Bea. Bea is a very stubborn and smart girl who is very attached to her dad and loves spending time with him. She is completely enchanted by him and whenever Carlos returns home from the race, she does not separate from him.

We've only recently started taking her to the races, but since she tends to run around the paddock and starts screaming when it's time for Carlos to get in the car, we've decided that we won't be able to follow Carlos everywhere he goes.

This time we could not attend the Grand Prix in Italy for another reason, and that reason was because I caught a flu, which almost knocked me off my feet, and two days later Bea was burning with a fever as well.

Being alone with her while I was sick, doing all the housework, cooking and taking care of her was very difficult and exhausting. I was very worried about her because she had a high temperature, she was very weak, she didn't want to eat much, she was crying all the time and she just wanted me to hold her in my arms and cuddle her.

Carlos returned from Italy to our home in Madrid yesterday and we both couldn't wait to see him. When he came back I could finally breathe a little, sit down and rest because he decided to take care of both of us.

It was the same today, even though I felt a little better, Bea was still coughing a lot and her nose was blocked, so I decided to go to the pharmacy to get a children's inhaler. Carlos decided to stay with her and fulfill all her wishes, and today the wish was cuddling and watching cartoons in the living room.

It took me quite a long time to get to the pharmacy, make the purchase and get back home, so I only returned after 45 minutes. The sight that greeted me when I entered the living room brought tears to my eyes, but happy tears full of gratitude.

Bea was lying curled up on Carlos' chest, his arms wrapped around her as his head fell back against the back of the couch his lips slightly parted as both of them were fast asleep while Dora the explorer begged for help in the background. Carlos tied her hair into a small ponytail on top of her head while her baby hairs were messily sticking out. For a moment I just stood next to the couch and watched them smiling and thinking how did I get so lucky?

"Babe" I approach Carlos from the back of the couch and whisper into his ear. "Babe, wake up." It took him a minute to realize they had fallen asleep and to wake up.

"Ay dios mío.." You could also hear the tiredness in his voice because he didn't sleep at all last night. He demanded that I rest and that he would look after Bea overnight.

"Let's take her to bed okay?" I say quietly trying not to wake her up.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"It's only 7 p.m. I'll take care of her tonight, you get some sleep okay?" I say caressing his cheek.

"No, no I'll do it You still haven't fully recovered amor and I want you to." He says leaving a kiss on my thumb. Just as Carlos slowly straightened up from a semi-lying position on the couch, Bea startled and started crying.

"Shh cariño, no llores." (shh darling don't cry) Carlos immediately began gently shushing her and rubbing her back as I sat next to them.

"Do you want to go sleep in mommy and daddy's bed baby?" I asked her placing a kiss on her hand. She doesn't usually sleep with us, but when she is sick we always let her.

"No" She rubbed her eyes nervously, still crying and burrying her head into the crook of Carlos neck. "Papa, mama" She whined extending her little hand towards me, but not wanting to leave Carlos' embrace.

"Está bien mi amor, mamá y papá están aquí, no te preocupes." Carlos said tightening his grip around her with one arm and with the other pulling me closer to them.

We quickly gave up on trying to talk her into going to bed because we realized it would only upset her even more so we both decided to curl up to Carlos.

"Mis princesas." I leaned my head against his shoulder wrapping my arm around our little bean as Carlos kissed both of our foreheads.

Part 2 here

[lendeah]

Bubbles and battle wounds

Prompt: Astarion comforts you after a bad day featuring a bathtub.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort.

The day had been brutal, filled with never-ending battles against a seemingly endless enemies. Karlach, Wyll, Gale and yourself had fought tirelessly, your bodies pushed to the brink of exhaustion and beyond. But even during such chaos, there was one failure that weighed heavily on your mind - the gnomes at the factory who died despite your best efforts. The guilt gnawed at you relentlessly as you stumbled back to the Elfsong Tabern, your body battered and bruised. You didn't even have the strength or will to say goodbye to the rest of your companions before heading to Astarion's bed. The elf lies stretched out on the bed, with his eyes glued to a book. Despite this, you know that he is still aware of your presence as he raises a brow.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like someone's had quite the day," he says with a sly grin. "Do tell me all about it. Who did you fight? Did you put up a good fight?"

He slowly sits up on the bed, his gaze traveling up and down your body before finally resting on your face. His expression shifts from curiosity to concern as he takes in your appearance. Your legs tremble uncontrollably, a clear indication that something is seriously wrong.

“I-I need a bath,” you say, on the verge of tears.

He gets up from his bed and walks over to you, placing a hand on your arm to steady you with preoccupation etched on his face. "Of course, my dear. Let me help you," he says, his voice soothing and comforting.

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, and you feel like in a daze. Astarion's arm is securely wrapped around your waist as he supports your trembling body. Every step feels like a struggle, so you are grateful for his assistance. The room is small but cozy, with a large tub taking up most of the space. A faint smell of lavender fills the air, calming your nerves slightly.

Without a word, Astarion begins to run a bath for you, carefully adjusting the temperature to your liking. He then gestures for you to sit on the edge of the tub as he helps you out of your armor and clothes. He seems to be searching for any wounds on your body, but doesn't seem to find anything too serious. You feel vulnerable and exposed under his gaze, but also comforted by his familiar presence.

Once you are fully bare, you get into the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest and sobbing slightly. He also undresses and gets in the tub behind you, having you between his legs. Your mind is filled with images of the battle you just fought, and the guilt and pain are overwhelming.

After a few seconds, you feel his hands on your back, gently massaging and washing away the dirt and grime from your skin. His touch is tender and soothing, making the tension in your body slowly melt away. You lean into his touch, grateful for his presence.

"Do you want to talk about it, my love?" he finally asks in a gentle voice, breaking the silence.

You shake your head, tears now falling freely down your face. "I couldn't save them," you say between sobs. "They trusted me and I couldn't save them."

He leans forward and wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling your body close to his chest. You feel his familiar cold and soft skin, slowly calming your racing heart. "It's not your fault," he whispers in your ear. "You did everything you could."

But you can't help but feel responsible. You had promised to protect them, and yet they fell in battle while you survived. It feels like a betrayal of their trust in you. You sigh, laying your head on your knees again. He starts massaging your hair and scalp and you feel the tension start to leave your body, as the water around you both turns brown with blood and grime.

"You don't always have to be strong for others," he whispers softly. "It's okay to let yourself grieve."

You nod slowly, letting out a shaky breath. The sobs come out in full force now, racking your body with each wave of pain and sadness. Astarion holds onto you tighter, whispering words of comfort as he lets you cry it out. Eventually, your tears run dry and you lay there spent and exhausted.

As Astarion continues massaging your scalp, he notices the water turning brown with grime and blood. He frowns slightly.

"Let me take care of this," he says softly before pouring some fresh water into the bathtub to replace the dirty water.

You watch him silently as he steps back in, and resumes carefully washing your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. The newly warm water and the smell of soap lull you into a state of relaxation, and you close your eyes.

"You have beautiful hair," he comments, running his fingers through the strands.

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, surprised by his words. "Thank you," you say softly.

When he is finished, he pulls you back toward his chest, embracing you. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek affectionately before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "Even with bruises and blood, you manage to be the most captivating sight I've ever beheld," he says sincerely.

Turning around in his embrace, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you hold on tightly, hugging him in response. Astarion's hands move from your hair to your back, caressing your skin gently. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment. "You truly are a wonder, my dear," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "Even amid chaos and despair, your spirit remains unyielding. It's no wonder I am utterly infatuated with you."

His words wash over you like a balm, soothing the ache in your heart. With Astarion by your side, the weight of the world feels just a little lighter. Leaning against Astarion's chest, you let out a contented sigh. "Thank you," you whisper softly. "For being here."

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "You don't have to carry it all alone," he murmurs against your ear. "Lean on me when you need to. I'll always be here to catch you."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You reach up and brush a strand of hair away from his face, your fingers lingering against his cheek. "You should lean into me too," you whisper, feeling a sense of hope blossoming within you.

He smiles softly before leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle yet filled with unspoken emotions. You feel yourself melting into him, reveling in the warmth and safety he provides. Astarion brushes his fingers against your cheek before pulling away. "Let's get out of this grimy water," he says with a smirk, offering you a hand to help you stand up.

Astarion helps you out of the bathtub and wraps a soft towel around you before grabbing one for himself. You both dry off quickly and he leads you to the bed, where he hands you one of his clean shirts.

"Put this on," he says, handing it to you. "We can't have my dear hero looking like a ragamuffin."

You take the shirt from him with a smile, and slip it over your head, reveling in his lingering smell on the piece. Astarion watches you with a smile, clearly pleased with how you look in his clothes.

"Mmm, you're finally looking presentable," he purrs, raking his fingers through your damp hair. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a full day of scheming ahead of us."

You nod in agreement and climb onto the bed, snuggling into the soft blankets. Astarion joins you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him, as his fingers gently trace soothing circles on your back. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel grateful for having Astarion by your side. Despite all the chaos and danger surrounding you both, he brings a sense of peace and comfort that you never knew was possible.

[dreorig]

Oh wow, you just happen to be taller and broader than your mercenary boyfriend!

[ deadpool x dom male reader | nsfw under the cut | had this sitting in my drafts for a while now so uhhh forgive any mistakes :P ]

First things first. He thinks that's so hot of you.

He brags about you to everyone. Everyone. Random people, someone's he's fighting with, a friend; they all will hear about how handsome and tall Wade's boyfriend is.

Wade gets heart eyes when you both are in public and you hold his waist or hug him from behind. A subtle possessive squeeze on him will also do the job.

Wade will steal your clothes. He is 6'2, do you seriously think he'd ever have another chance to feel smaller in someone else's clothes anytime soon? Yeah, he's not losing this chance.

How many times can he ask to arm wrestle with you until you threaten to cut his vocal chords?

"So we can't get to decide what we're getting for dinner and we both want different things..." "Wade—" "There's only one way to solve this situation..." "Wade. No." "ARM WRESTLING!" "NO."

You will give him piggy backs and carry him around in bridal style either you like it or not. It's a demand.

He jumps at you randomly. First time he did that he jumped from behind, but you didn't know that was him, so your instincts made you grab that apparently stranger and throw him across the room, making him hit a wall. Wade fell even more for you right then and there.

Wade was mesmerised. You desperate; so you ran towards him, already chanting an infinite amount of sorry's. "Shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—" your apology was interrupted by the sound of Wade's laugh, which took you aback a little. Wade jumped to his feet and into your arms, this time you caught him properly. He wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, his chest still trembling with laughter. "Do you know how unbelievably hot that was? Never stop manhandling me."

Wade can reach the top shelves just fine but will ask you to grab the things instead. He just wants to enjoy his tall dog privilege.

He will always go to the gym with you if he's not busy re-killing former US presidents, slaughtering some asshole or pestering Logan. Hell, Wade loves to see your muscles flexing and your sweaty self after a good workout.

Asking you to pick him up (like this) became a part of your workout routine. He giggles and melts in your hold because he loves the fact that you pick him off the ground so effortlessly, like he's a piece of paper.

Fuck him doggy style and slap his ass with your big hands and you'll hear the loudest moan ever.

So loud you'll probably need to slip a few fingers inside his mouth to keep him shut. You don't need any neighbours hearing what's yours only.

You know what they say about big hands, eh? Wade knows it better than anyone and God, he loves the way you stretch him. Naturally he's got a high pain tolerance, so you being big and making him see things without having to use a toy is just perfect.

Doesn't mean you never use toys, tho. Fuck Wade's face and make him gag on your big cock while he has a dildo deep inside him, he'll give you the biggest puppy eyes ever as he humps on your leg.

You reminding him of your size difference never fails to make him wet. Never fucking fails. Tell him he should stand in front of you to get a better view since you're taller and he won't hide the fact that his underwear is already stained with pre-cum.

No marks such as love bites will stay on Wade's body due to his healing factor, much to his and your dislike, but eventually you found a way to claim him as yours — he's got to wear one of your shirts while you so relentlessly fuck him and even after you're done. Your scent and sweat that lingers on the fabric make Wade's head spin, often leading him to beg for you to fuck him once again.

Plus wearing your clothes just feels right. The way they're always oversized on him serves to remind him of how much bigger you are. He's got a size kink, he can't help it.

"Aren't you my little bitch?" you increased your pace. "Fuck, yes, yes," he pushed his hips down, meeting your thrusts. "Did I fuck you dumb? Use your damn words," you growled in his ear. Wade's cock throbbed at that. He was indeed beginning to think you fucked him dumb, yet he replied, "Arghh— yes, shit, yes, I'm your little bitch~" "Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how a real man treats a little bitch like you," you slapped his ass so hard even your own hand burned a little. Wade came right away without even having to touch his cock this time. How many times was it now? Not that he cared, he just wanted more, more, more. You chuckled, pleased with your own work. "Look at what a slap can do to a little bitch in heat." Wade wasn't sure of what you really said, but his ears caught "little bitch in heat" and he smiled dumb, more than happy to know he was your little bitch in heat.

[adams-angels]

I want to see my man in pain, Adam break down after reader said they want to break up (fluff in the end pls) 😞

I reaaaally enjoyed writing this

I love pain 🥹

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

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Adam POV

It was a normal night. Out talking to some babes. Tellin' them how great I am. Because, well, I AM! HA! I'm the first fucking man! These bitches swarm me. Who am I to deny them. I check my phone a see y/n has text me. "Ugh, what do you want now you needy fuckin'" I can't believe what I'm reading.

"we're done."

My heart sinks. Why is it sinking. I don't care. I'm fucking ADAM!! Adam stands, pushing away the crowd of angels surrounding him and tries calling you. "Come on.. come on, pick up, you dumb bitch." No answer. NO FUCKING ANSWER. His head spins. Panic sets in as. This isn't happening. Not again.

You think you're better than me?! You're nothing! I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!

I'VE GOT TONS OF BITCHES WAITING FOR ME!

I DONT NEED YOU I NEVER NEEDED YOU!

He tries calling you again. No answer. "FUCK!" He expands his wings and shoots up, smashing through the skylight. He continues to text and call as he makes his away to your apartment. "FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He screams into his phone. By the time he arrives at your apartment he calms himself down, "I can get them back." He thinks to himself as he lands on your balcony. "They didn't mean it. They couldn't of."

As he reaches for the handle of the sliding door his hand shakes. "No, no, no, no." He grips onto his wrist stepping back from the door, being stopped my the railing. He slides down to the floor. "No, no, no...." His voice cracks, fear, sadness, anger. He never let himself get close. At least that's what he told himself. After the second wife also betrayed him he swore he'd never care so he would never hurt. But somewhere along the way, he fell for you. Although he denied himself.

He rushed to remove his mask, feeling like he can't breathe. Once he got it off he threw it aside. Clutching at his chest as tears escaped from his eyes. "No, no, no.." he whimpered. He sat on the floor for an hour. Thinking about you. What he did wrong. If he did something terrible. Why you're ending it. There wasn't even anything to end and yet his world felt like it was crashing around him.

Once he calmed down he leaned forward and sighed. Wiping his cheeks as he stood up and put his mask back on. He reached for the handle, hesitating before opening the sliding door. He sees you in your bed, asleep. He closed the door quietly and just watched you. For about half an hour before he realised how much a creep he's being. He walked into your livingroom. He's been here plenty times before. He memorized the layout.

He walks over to one of your succulents. You loved them. Once he came over and accidentally knocked one on the floor. You were so upset. He didn't see the big deal but he still went out of his way to buy you a new pot for it and a new succulent altogether. Just something to say he was sorry without actually saying sorry. He smiled as he remembered your joy. He sat on the couch and waited.

A couple hours later he heard rustling in your room. He shot up from the couch and heading to your bedroom, freezing at the doorway as he sees you wake. You scream in surprise, falling off your bed. He noticed your phone falling off the nightstand with you. His chest tightens. Your phone. Those horrible texts. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" You yell at him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He stands there, feeling awkward. "You want to leave me?" He asked, trying hard to not break his voice. You tut, he watches at you stand, wanting to help but to afraid to move. "You say that like you cared." You snap, picking your phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards you, reaching out but you recoiled. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."

Adam braces himself. For you to yell. For you to scream. For you to tell him you love someone else. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." His shoulders slump down he hesitantly steps closer to you "What are you talking about?" He carefully slides his hand under yours "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with your as his other hand brushes your hair from you face. His breath catches seeing your red, watery eyes "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."

His hand cups your face. He looks into your eyes and for the first time in eons he chose to be vulnerable. "Be mine?" He watches you shrug. Rightfully assuming you've misunderstood his request he clarifies "no, I'm asking. Be mine." The way you look at him makes his chest tighten in fear. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"

"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He glares at you. Of course you'd remember that. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in in frustration. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." He felt pathetic. He was pathetic. "I'll have to think about it." His chest tightened. His heart beating a million miles a minute. You'd see how pale he would be if he wasn't wearing the mask. "H-how long will that take?" He asked, desperation leaking out of him.

"I don't know, Adam." You shrug. The air was thick. He was struggling to breath and needed to get out of there. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kisses your hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." He heads to the sliding door he entered from, opening it and expanding his wings as he jumps off. He looks behind to see if you watched leave like you've done so maybe times before. But you're not there.

It's been a month. A whole month. It should feel like nothing to him considering how long he's been in existence yet it feels like a years. He sees you about. With your friends. Getting groceries. Whenever his eyes catch on to you he freezes. No matter what he's doing.

He can't keep this up. He didn't want to pressure you. Make you feel like you had to choose him. But fuck he needed you to choose him. He was in his office. But he couldn't focus. He was so tired, not being able to sleep well without you. Even if he didn't sleep the whole night it was always nice knowing you were there no matter what. At least that's what he used to think.

He checked his phone to see nothing from you. It was too much. He was alone. You were never coming back. No one ever comes back. Lilith left him. Eve left him. Now you. "Fuck. FUCK!" He picks up his coffee and punts it at the wall. He can't stay here. He needs to find you. He needs you back.

He swung the door open and there you were. He couldn't believe it. He thought you'd at least text him. Not show up at his office! His feathers were literally ruffled, his office looks like a bombs hit it. "Y/n?" He said softly, it was like time stopped for a minute. He wish it did. Then he could scoop you in his arms and never let you leave. He snapped back into reality changing his expression quickly, not want anyone to see a softer side to him. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. He hates that you didn't text. He would of cleaned up there were documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. He hated it was such a mess for you. "Bad day?" You commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven." He mumbled as he slumps down on his office chair.

Resting his chin on the back of his hand as he watches you walk over to his office window, opening it. The musky smell almost dissipating immediately "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight, watching you like a hawk. "And?"

"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." He immediately bolts from his chair, wrapping his arms around you. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His voice breaks, wings surrounded the both of you. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[foxcantswim]

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[Total Insecurity] Vanessa succumbs to William's influence and control, she tries her hardest not to hurt the person that matters most to her. Contents: Slight Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss Warnings: Implied Murder, Blood, Knife Usage, Split Personality WC: 2,634

(Title is based on my fav FNAF:SB song: Total Insecurity by Rockit Music) (The RUIN version is also insanely good, definitely recommend)

T̶̼̤̏͘o̶̹̯̅ť̴̼̭͝a̴̡̟̍̌ĺ̷͙̓ ̴͓̞͒̂I̸͇͛̿n̷̤̎̈s̶̹̈̽ȇ̴̩ͅc̵̦̈́u̴̦͎͂́r̸͙̥̓͘ȋ̶̠͚̈t̷̗̣̚ỳ̸̨ ̸̗͘W̴̛̞̥ḩ̵͗́ͅe̶̥͍͛̿n̶͇̆͜ ̶̼͂T̴̬͊̓h̶̩̍̔e̴̘͛͊ỳ̴̜ ̵͍̑C̸̭̈́ọ̴͝m̸̛͇ĕ̸̞͗ ̷̰̭̉̾Ä̴̭̼f̴̡̳͊͐t̶͉̃ẽ̴̯͝r̶̦͛ ̷͍͋Ḿ̸̺e̸̦͐̕

Her hand tightened around the handle of the knife, her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. She looked down at the victim lying motionlessly on the floor. Just some pathetic overnight security guard that couldn't do what her controller wanted , someone who couldn't provide to William Afton's needs.

Her senses had slowly come flooding back to her piece by piece as the minutes ticked on, the knife ever so slightly loosening in her hand. She felt like she couldn't breath, her head being encased within the rabbit mask. She never liked the thing, it was just some sick and sadistic element that her father loved... And who was she to deny him? She literally couldn't, after all.

The loud bang of the knife hitting the floor finally completely snapped her out of it. She looked down in horror, tears filling her eyes, as she saw the body mangled on the floor. Blood pooled out from multiple wounds and stained the office room's floor.

The sound of metal clanking caused her to turn, and there she saw the other culprits. The animatronics. Now she was certain that Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and herself had made sure the security guard's death was a slow and painful one. Blood covered the animatronics' hands and feet, as well as her own. The only part she liked about wearing the rabbit suit was that she never got blood on her skin, she didn't know how she would cope if that ever happened.

Slowly, the red eyes of the animatronics turned to normal... Vanessa knew that they hated being controlled like this, she knew they would feel guilty for what they had done.

The tears in her eyes didn't last long, this was normal for her... The monthly kills to please her father. It was only a matter of time until the next one.

You couldn't help but laugh at the joke Vanessa had just said, some corny dad joke in her attempt to impress you.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad," the blonde said, throwing her hands up in defence.

You had met Vanessa a couple months ago, she had greeted you at the door to the pizzeria on your first night shift and you immediately fell for her. She was sweet and understanding and you couldn't thank her enough for the help and advice she had given you regarding the job. She had started dropping by on your shifts quite often to spend time with you, and make sure you were doing okay.

Of course there had been flirtations between the two of you here and there, but nothing ever really came of it. You always felt as if Vanessa was being held back by something.

Eventually, Vanessa stood up from her chair, "Unfortunately, I can't stay all night. I have my own overnight shift to get to."

You whined, "Nooo, staaay," you clung onto her arm as she passed by you.

"Get off, Y/N!" she laughed, trying to pry away from your grip, "It's already one am, I'm gonna be late!"

"You're mean," you pouted.

"Yes. I'm so mean for leaving you to get back to my job that I am required to do."

You slumped down in your chair before releasing her, you threw your arm over your eyes, "Go on! Get out of here! Leave me!"

"You are so dramatic," Vanessa rolled her eyes. She patted your head, "There there, Y/N. You'll be fine."

Both you and Vanessa walked towards the exit, the blonde waved at the animatronics on her way out. She pulled her hood up over head, preparing to go out into the rain.

"Will you be back later?" you asked, hopefully.

She sighed, "I'm not sure, depends on how the night goes. I'll see you tomorrow night regardless."

You nodded, "Yeah, no worries. Good luck out there."

"Good luck in here," Vanessa smiled, "Have a good night, Y/N."

"You too, Ness."

And with that Vanessa left, heading towards her patrol car.

She sat in her car, flicking through her notepad and checking on her patrol areas for the night. She really hoped it would be a quick shift, definitely not because she wanted to see you as soon as possible again...

There had been countless times where she'd wanted to just open up to you and confess how she was feeling, but the underlying problem of her doing unspeakable things to people was stopping her. She didn't want you to know about that side of her. She didn't want you to hate her.

She shook her head, sticking the key in the ignition. She placed her hands on the wheel.

And that's when she froze.

Her eyes locked onto the rear view mirror, and there she could clearly see the backseat of her car.

The familiar white rabbit mask stared right back at her.

That was when a tear fell down her cheek, "No... Please..." her body shook as she realised what was about to happen.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her foot moved to the pedals trying to get away from the pizzeria. All she could hear was the echoing laughter from her father within her head.

Leave Vanessa. Leave. Now.

She couldn't.

Her frown slowly turned into a smile. She slowly turned around and grabbed the rabbit suit, her fingers slowly smoothing over the rough fabric. Her smile grew wider as she saw the stained blood still there from her last victim.

She threw the mask on and stepped out of the car, she didn't care about the rain as she put the rest of the suit on. She stepped around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, she reached inside to grab the small black bag and retrieved its contents. The sharp knife that she had used oh so many times.

Her focus returned on the pizzeria, the bright sign drawing her in.

William was simply helping Vanessa out by letting her see you again, much sooner than expected. He was a good father.

Vanessa knew he was a g̵̥̋ó̵͇o̵͙̊ď̸̪ ̵̧̑f̷̪̍â̶͖t̶̘̀h̵̡̏e̶̤͛r̷͙̍.

Yet another yawn left you as you stretched in your seat. You were currently sitting in the office, doing your job... Looking at the stupid monitors. And of course, night after night nothing ever happened. The animatronics were comfortably standing on the stage, none of them moving. Absolutely nothing was happening.

You almost decided to sleep, but...

The monitors started to flicker, static covering a number of the screens.

"Stupid thing..." you groaned before smacking the side of the monitors. With one final bang, the screens came back to life. A sigh of relief escaped you.

The relief in you was soon washed away by panic. You leaned in closer to get a better look. You couldn't help but freeze upon seeing the animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica had all turned their heads to look directly into the camera, their eyes were a glowing red. You could feel your heartbeat increase as the lights in the office started to flicker on and off.

Maybe the generators were on the fritz? Yeah... That's it. Just some faulty electricity.

That was when you heard a loud bang coming from the room nearby. You immediately checked the monitors again, the animatronics were still looking into the camera.

With a harsh gulp, you grabbed a flashlight and stood up - heading to leave the room to investigate. It was probably just some animal that got in and was tearing up the kitchen... You hoped it was just some animal at least.

You slowly walked down the hall towards the kitchen, taking careful steps. The pizzeria was definitely eerie with flickering lights and no noise apart from your echoing footsteps. Oh, and also that voice you keep on hearing.

Wait... Voice? You stopped in your tracks.

"Y̴̛̼̙̺͎̤͎̲̑̈́͜/̴̢͗̾̋͛̓̈́͠Ń̵̖͍̞̪͔̜̺͖̖̆~" a long, drawled out voice filled your ears - your name making your whole body shake.

"W-Who's there?" you asked, stepping into the kitchen.

The voice simply repeated your name once again.

"Come on, now! Stop messing around. Now get out of here before I call the cops."

They giggled in response. The voice was feminine, and it somehow had a glitchy overlay to it.

You frantically pointed your flashlight around in different areas of the kitchen, your breathing was laboured as fear settled in.

"Awwww. Is little Y/N s̷̞̠̗̊c̵͇̥̮̤̗͛̓a̴̼͒̑̌̓̋͗̚͠r̴̫̜̤͕͔͍̖̉́͂̀́͐͐̐͝e̶̡̛̟̤̳̞̤̮͓͈̅ḑ̵͙̓̆?"

Scared was an understatement.

The door to the kitchen slammed close, causing you to jump. The room was plunged into darkness.

"Don't be frightened. We're going to have a little fun."

You turned around and dropped the flashlight as a pair of arms grabbed you and threw you against a wall, your vision blurred upon impact as you slumped to the floor. You rubbed your aching head before cracking your eyes open. You were immediately met by bright red glowing eyes.

"Aren't you a pretty thing~ No wonder she likes you so much."

It was a white rabbit. Your voice caught in your throat as they moved in closer towards you.

"Speak up, little one. I haven't got a lot of patience."

"Wh-Who are you? What do you want?"

"Aww!" they exclaimed, "She never told you about me? She's no fun."

"Who-?"

You immediately stopped talking once the rabbit pointed a knife at your face, the sharp tip centimetres away from your nose, "You sure do ask a lot of questions..." she looked you up and down, examining you...

You felt tears pool in your eyes.

"Don't be sad, little one... I promise I'll make this quick... Well, I won't... But..." a glitchy laugh escaped the rabbit as she dragged the flat side of the knife against your cheek, "She likes you, you know? She will be so devastated when she realises you're gone."

You desperately wanted to know who this was, and who on Earth they were referring to. But you didn't dare speak.

Their ears perked as they cocked their head, "I can smell your fear, you know?" another laugh... "Come on, can't you recognise my voice?"

You shook your head. The voice was so glitchy, and so unrecognisable.

"I want you to know who kills you, Y/N..."

"P-Please..." you managed to squeak out. You wished Vanessa left now. You wished she were here.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking at the stained blood across the rabbit suit.

"Hmm..." they drawled, "I can see why she loves you, Y/N. So... p̷͇̈́ř̶̜e̷̛͈ṱ̴̿t̷͇͐y̵͍͛..." they leaned in closer, red eyes burning into yours.

"Who?" you decided to ask.

"That little police officer you have become so fond of."

"Vanessa?" a whisper escaped you, your heart started to beat out of your chest.

The rabbit seemed to falter upon hearing that name. Their hand which held the knife shook before they finally retracted away from you. You could tell they were angry behind the mask, but you also sensed something else. It was almost as if they were scared.

"Y̵̡̻̅́͊͐͝/̷̳̑̅́͜Ņ̶̡̖͇͊͘... Y/N..." their voice glitched in and out. They threw the knife away, hitting the ground. The metal bang caused you to flinch as you stayed on the floor with your back pressed against the wall.

They started to grasp at the rabbit mask on their head, "No no no..." they shook their head.

"Nessy?" you called out, not really believing what was going on right now.

"D̵̩͊o̴͐̀ͅn̵͇͍͠'̷̱̀̕t̴̬̣͘ ̴̯͂ḉ̸á̷͓l̴̙̈͝l̴̪̀̚ ̶̹̌͆͜m̸̯̓̈́ẹ̶͎̿ ̵̩̤̈̐ẗ̴̢̞́̋h̵͝ͅa̴̢̓̆t̸͚̄̕!̸̯͌" the rabbit stormed over to you, crouching down, their face right in front of yours, "I'm V̵̩̈́̚a̵͖͆̌͆̏̌n̶̡͎̲̩͑͜n̸͖͎̝͈͘y̵̻̺̰̰̟͛. There is no Vanessa."

"Vanessa, please..." you whispered. Vanny faltered once more, their head hung low. She snapped her vision back up towards you, her fabric-covered hands gripped each side of your face.

Vanny wasn't sure whether she wanted to squeeze your head or hold it gently, the conflicting feelings within her were becoming more prominent by the second.

"Vanessa."

Vanny scrambled back away from you, she leaned against a wall as she panted heavily.

"Y/N... Help me..."

You could clearly hear Vanessa's own voice.

Your hands shook as you crawled over to the rabbit, panic still washed over you... But you knew Vanessa would never hurt you. Something was definitely wrong here. You kneeled in front of her, scared yet worried.

"V-Vanessa? What's wrong? I-"

Vanny reached out and gripped your wrist harshly.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't-I can't stop it. I don't want to hurt you."

You believed her. You 100% believed her.

She released your hand, you grabbed the rabbit mask and pulled it off her head - throwing it to the side. Inside the suit, there sat a dishevelled Vanessa with tears in her eyes. You carefully cupped the blonde's cheeks in your hands.

"It's okay," you whispered, trying to comfort her.

"Y-You need to get out of here, Y/N. And never come back. I can't control myself."

"I want to help you, Nessy," the tears in your eyes matched hers.

"They're coming, Y/N. The animatronics. They'll hurt you. Just as much as I will."

You shook your head, "Vanessa-"

One of her hands came up to rest on your cheek, the rough fabric of the suit scraped against your skin, "I don't want to hurt you. Please, Y/N..." she felt her body shake slightly, Vanny desperately wanting to come back out.

You put one of your hands on top of hers, "What will happen to you?"

"I don't know. But as long as you're safe, that's all that matters."

"I... I can't-"

"Y/N," her voice was stern, "Please. I can't keep them back for much longer."

You still ignored her, "They-Vanny... Vanny told me you loved me. Please, Vanessa, I can't leave you here like this-"

Vanessa surprised you, leaning forward to capture your lips with hers. You happily returned the kiss as so many different emotions flowed through you. You felt Vanessa comfortably rubbing your cheek with her thumb, you just wished it was her actual skin and not the fabric of the suit - but you certainly weren't going to complain.

You suddenly pulled away in confusion. The first thing that hit you was the metallic taste that had settled across your tongue. You searched Vanessa's eyes for answers, you certainly weren't expecting a smirk to be plastered across her face.

"I guess I did promise I would make it q̵͔̎ṷ̵́i̵̲͠c̵͍̈k̷̭͗ after all."

Your hand slowly ran down to your stomach, you flinched at the feeling. You lifted your hand to get a better look, shaking as you went. Your fingers were completely red. You looked down and saw Vanessa's free hand wrapped around the handle of the knife that was currently piercing your skin.

Vanessa-Vanny quickly pulled the knife out, causing a choked scream to escape you.

You fell to your hands and knees as Vanny stood up, "N-Nessy-" you managed to breathe out before you hit the floor.

You frantically looked up, searching Vanessa's tear-filled eyes as she firmly placed the rabbit mask back onto her head. Your own tears dripped against the floor, mixing with the sheer amount of blood that had already began to form.

"I'm n̵̗͌o̶̙͂t̷̩́ sorry."

The last thing you saw was Vanny opening the kitchen door to reveal the animatronics waiting on the other side. You couldn't stop yourself from closing your eyes.

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[badingsm]

If its possible could you do a Natasha Romanoff x Avenger Wife Reader where reader is pregnant and when the snap happens Natasha is among those who gets dusted/snapped and reader gives birth not a long after and when the team reverses the snap and Natasha returns reader introduces Natasha to their child

Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, cursing, depression, suggestive contents, angsty but still fluffy ending.

It's kind of unjustified, I know, but I'm in a rush because our midterms are coming soon :((

"Clint, where's Nat?"

Your heart thumped unsteadily, feeling some ache somewhere in your heart that you couldn't figure out just yet why it was there. But it's surely there.

You got your answer when the man sobbed as he fell onto his knees. "I'm sorry, Y/n.. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no." You shook your head from side to side, tears burning into the corners of your eyes while you refused to believe him with what you think he's implying. "Tell me where my wife is!"

"I'm so sorry," Clint said, wiping away his tears.

"No, Barton! Fuck you, this isn't funny anymore!" You glared at him. "Goddammit, what the fuck happened?"

"It's a soul for a soul," Clint whispered lowly. Flashbacks of the scene moments ago had torturously replayed into his mind, making him feel more miserable than he could even bear. "And she told me to tell you that she loves you and your baby so much—that she's doing this for the both of you, for everyone."

"Fuck everyone!" You screamed madly, tears now flowing endlessly from your bloodshot eyes. "This can't happen—she won't leave us just like that! Fucking hell!"

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Wanda teared up with you, rubbing your back while you looked towards Yelena, who had her knees bent on the ground, her face buried in her palms, while Kate drew circles in her back. "We're going to make this worth it. For Nat. We're here for you."

"No, no, no, don't say that," You scoffed. "We're going to bring back my wife by killing that purple grape motherfucker!"

-

It was a deadly fight. Everyone had some injuries, some severe, and some carrying on. Most were bloodied due to the war that had happened. It was exhausting, filled with rage and pain from all the suffering that all of you had to endure when your loved ones had been dusted and gone.

Everybody mourned the great Tony Stark's sacrifice. It was a gloomy moment, more so because you're about to give birth and you realized that your baby wouldn't have her mama by her side.

It was a painful journey; all the thorns repeatedly stabbed your heart endlessly every minute of every day, crying on the corner while you thought of the moments where you could have been with Natasha throughout your journey.

Before you even knew it, an oxygen mask was placed on your nose as you pushed with everything that you could until you heard the cries of your daughter. It made you cry because Natasha should've been here. She should be the one holding your hand as you painfully pushed instead of this stupid railing of your bed.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Romanoff." Your OB smiled at you, handing your cleaned-up child for a first-time skin-to-skin contact with your daughter.

And you sobbed when you caught sight of your daughter, immediately quieting when she found comfort in the warmth of your chest.

She was the spitting image of Natasha—small strands of red hair were growing in her head, while you also caught a glimpse of her forest green orbs. Her nose and her lips—all are Natasha.

Jesus.

You really miss her.

"Hi, my love." You kissed your daughter's temple, sniffling quietly. "I'll be here for you always, and Mama's going to be in your heart always."

-

"Shayne, I told you, don't bother me again!" You sighed over the phone, feeling the ache of not sleeping for 36 hours already due to your daughter crying endlessly. "I'm not interested!"

"You need someone to be with you," Shayne insisted. You met her in a bakery shop that she owned after one of your visits to Natasha's grave. You became good friends until she confessed her love for you, and it got out of hand. "You're smart enough to know that your daughter needs somebody else other than you."

"First of all, fuck you." You spat lowly over the phone, afraid to wake up your daughter again and make her grumpy for the next few days. "Second, how dare you! Third, shut your useless mouth before I do. Lastly, if you ever bother me again, I'll make sure your mouth will be put in its appropriate place. Bye."

You ended the call with nothing but fury in your heart. It actually felt nice to have a friend outside the compound, but then, as it turns out, it will be three times worse than you had imagined, making you wish that you never entered it in the first place.

You look over to the crib, where a two-month-old baby girl is sleeping peacefully, as if she hadn't just turned your whole world upside down. It's not that you're complaining; you love your daughter with everything that you have, but without Natasha's guidance, you don't know what to do. It came to the point where you suffered from severe depression. You tried drinking some paracetamol all at once but stopped when you heard the needy cries of your baby.

God, everything feels exhausting.

Then, before you even knew it, you were silently crying over the corner, holding your palm against your mouth so you wouldn't make a noise that might startle the sleeping child. It all felt heavy while you had nothing but a child to hold onto.

Knock knock!

You groaned, walking towards the door, knowing probably that Shayne decided to barge into your house yet again, which is already annoying, when suddenly, as you opened the door, you were faced to face with the person whom you missed so dearly.

You blink owlishly, pinching yourself quietly from behind as you look at her with squinted eyes, and finally, when you see her smile shyly at you with a small wave, you realize that she's real.

Finally, Natasha's back.

Natasha Romanoff is home.

You scoffed, lunging at her with a bear hug while she enveloped you with the same warmth that you longed for.

"I missed you, baby!" Natasha mumbled in between your teary kisses, about to press her soft lips again against yours when you pinched her side and repeatedly slapped her shoulder. "Babe! What?!"

"You bastard!" You cried, tears wrecking away through your eyes. "You left me alone! You left us—your daughter! Damn it! Do you always have to be the hero, huh? Why do you always have to sacrifice something? Can't you be selfish for once?"

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Natasha muttered like a mantra as she hugged you tightly until you got tired of your tortures on her body. "I'm so sorry, detka. I love you, and it won't happen again."

"Yeah, no, I'm still mad and furious-" You were cut off by the loud cries of the little child that you and Natasha had made together on one of your date nights as you both got lost in translation and fell in love with how your bodies seemed to understand each other passionately wordlessly. "Fuck."

"Is that...?" Natasha didn't have to finish her sentence when you both entered the messy house. The redhead didn't care about the slight lack of tidyness, as her eyes were trained immediately to the small frame on your arms. "Y/n.."

"Hi Mama!" You smiled, your heart leaping in joy when you finally realized that your daughter's able to finally meet her Mama and be with her Mama. Finally. "We missed you."

"Not as much as I do, love," Natasha kissed both of your foreheads, shakily reaching out to cradle your guy's baby when you insisted that she should hold her. "God, she's so beautiful."

"She looks like you." You grinned, hugging Natasha by the waist as the wailing child immediately fell silent at the warmth of her mother and the lulling of her low hum. Your hand went further until you reached the area below her glorious ass, pinching it as hard as you could, making the widow yelp due to the force of your own powers, "Baby, what was that for?!"

"Revenge." You smiled tightly. "Tell me how you're able to come back here soon, okay? Right now, I just want us to cherish this moment as a whole family, please?"

"Of course, my love," Natasha grinned, pursing her lips as she leaned in to kiss you. "I love you, baby."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Not enough."

"What?" Natasha was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You have to promise that you won't leave us again." You stared at her, the burning of the corners of your eyes indicating your tears even though you fought them back as much as you could. "Please, Nat, I can't bear to lose you again—we can't."

Natasha's heart ached at the pleading look that you gave her. It hurts her that she's the reason for your pain and misery, even though that wasn't entirely true to you. She smiled, finally making up her mind to do some lighter and more office work on the compound rather than have deadly missions from now on. Unless she needed to, after all, it's still her mission to help the people.

"I promise."

-

Bonus:

The night was finally peaceful this time. There weren't any nightmares that will haunt you at night, and there won't be any dreams that will make you wreck into sobs in the daylight because, at last, Natasha's here. With you.

"Good morning, baby." Natasha's husky voice greeted you in the morning. You could feel her slightly tightening her grip around your waist as both of your bodies from last night fell into each other like a perfect puzzle. "God, I missed you so much."

"That's what you get for being so selfless always." You sighed.

It's not that you're selfish; of course, you want to save those in need because that's the reason why you both are heroes, but sometimes you wish the guilt from Natasha's past would vanish away because she doesn't deserve it. It was none of her fault because she was controlled and powerless to fight that. It still haunts her every day, and you're empathetic for that.

"Tell me," You whispered lowly while she drew small circles around your skin, making you feel the warmth of her hands. "How is this possible? Are you Natasha from another universe?"

"No, baby, no.." She chuckled lowly, kissing your temple while she breathed out, a small smile creeping into the corners of her lips as she felt thankful for another chance to be with you and your daughter. "The team. They reversed the snap with the help of Tony's theories and equipment after they gave back the stones. It's a long procedure, but here I am now. What's important is that I'm finally here."

"But Tony.." You felt the tears sting your eyes.

"He's back too, baby." Natasha winked, and you scoffed in happiness, kissing her passionately as the day went by. It's still early, and you felt something poke against your ass, causing Natasha to groan lowly. "Now, now, let's make many baby Romanoffs for this house because the author is a hornbag and a whore for me, yeah?"

"Fuck yes!"

And maybe baby number two, indeed.

[sturniololoco]

Crutches

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Injury, pain, etc.

Summary: SLS/N gets hurt and has to use crutches. She can't do much so her brothers are always there to help her.

SLS/N's POV

Getting out of the car with a cast that comes all the way up to your knee is not an easy task.

That's why Chris just decided to pick me up and carry me into the house, up the stairs, and to the couch. Matt and Nick were close behind with my crutches.

Matt walked over and rested my crutches on the back of the couch for easy access. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head.

"You need anything, baby?" He asked me. I shook my head no as he walked into the kitchen. Nick came in with the pain medicine that we picked up on the way home from the ER.

"I think we need to get some food in your tummy before you take this, so you don't get sick." He told me. I nodded and leaned my head back on the couch. Now that I was sitting, I could notice the pain a lot more clearly now.

Chris came into the room and sat next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side. He rubbed my side, bringing me closer to him.

"It hurts Chris," I mumbled, the throbbing in my leg becoming steadily worse by the second.

"I know sweetheart," He replies. But in perfect timing, Nick walks in with a quesadilla, my pill on the side. Matt turns the TV on and we all sit together as I eat my quesadilla.

The throbbing has become almost unbearable by now, and that pill did nothing to help. I feel the tears start to leak from my eyes and an ache grows in the back of my throat. I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying, but Chris notices. He rubs my upper leg, soothingly, easing my pain.

-

I must have fallen asleep in the couch, because the next thing I know, I’m being hoisted into someone’s arms. I look up to see Mat carrying me up the stairs to my bed.

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you sweet girl.” He says. I rest my head back on his chest, eye lids feeling heavy.

Matt pulls back my covers and gently lays me down, coving me up.

“Will you stay with me?” I asked, my voice groggy from sleep.

“Of course baby.” He says laying down next to me.

He pulls my head to his chest and my body follows, wrapping my arms around his torso. He mumbles soft words into my ears as I fall back asleep, surrounded by his warmth.

-

The next day, I woke up to the smell of bacon, but no Matt. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and stood up.

I fell to the ground in pain almost immediately after putting that much weight on my leg. I hisses in pain, also hitting my butt on the hard floor.

I heard foot steps rushing up the stairs, then my door was swung open.

Chris rushed to me, crouching and asking if I’m ok.

“you gotta be careful sweet girl.” He said, scooping me up and bringing me down the stairs. instead of sitting me on the couch like the night before, he sat me down in my chair at the kitchen table, pushing me in. Nick then comes by with some French toast and bacon.

We all sit together and eat our breakfast, talking about what we're going to do today.

"We need to go get groceries," Nick said.

So that's what we did.

-

We pulled into Target, and Chris helped me out of the back seat and helped get me started with my crutches. My brothers and walked into the store, slowly due to my hobbling. Nick grabbed a cart and went ahead with Matt. However, Chris pulled me back.

"I have an idea," He said, motioning to the shopping cart he just pulled off the rack. He lifted me, for what felt kike the twentieth time today, and laid me in the shopping cart.

Nick and Matt giggled at us when we caught up with them.

"Okay, what shape pasta does everybody want?" Nick asked, getting to work.

-

after about an hour and a half of Chris pushing me up and down the isles, it was time to check out and go home.

I fell asleep, snuggled into Nick's side, happy that my brothers were able to make a bad situation so enjoyable.

[spanktony]

“YOU TOOK A BULLET FOR ME…” - rosita espinosa

summary: you take a bullet for her.

words: 800+

warnings: gun/gunshot, near death experience, and that’s all i believe.

notes: posting this as i try my hardest to get out of writers block & answer my requests! also lost the request to this ☹️

navigation. request.

You had found yourself in Negan's group, the Saviors. You didn't exactly like what you did—taking raids on random communities—but you understood that it was necessary for your survival in this post-apocalyptic world.

Negan knew you since you were a teenager, and he saw potential in you. He believed that you had what it took to be a valuable member of his group, and he made sure to keep a close eye on your progress. Which is exactly why you joined him on a hot afternoon to seize supplies from a new community called "Alexandria."

"Remember, kid," Negan sneered, his barbed-wire-covered baseball bat, Lucille, resting on his shoulder. "We're here to take, not make friends." Negan said, exiting the truck. You quickly nod, following behind him as you both approach the gates of Alexandria.

The gates were opened quickly, and everyone began to take supplies from the community, loading them into the back of the truck. You watched the chaos unfold, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Deep down, you knew that this was not the kind of person you wanted to become, but what choice did you have?

You help one of your fellow group members load a crate of food into the truck, trying to push away your conflicting emotions. Dwight walks up to you, "See that car over there? I think they might be holding something in there, check for me."

You nod, making your way over to the car. A woman in an olive-green top stands in front of the trunk of the car. You send a slight smile, wiping your forehead of sweat as you approach her.

"Mind moving?" You ask politely, gesturing towards the trunk of the car. The woman gives you a suspicious look before reluctantly stepping aside. As you open the trunk, you can't help but wonder what you might find inside.

The trunk is filled with guns, ammunition, and various other weapons. You glance at Negan and Dwight, occupied with taking other supplies from someone else. You take a deep breath, grapping some of the weapons. The woman is watching you with an upset look on her face.

You leave a few of the weapons behind, not wanting to take everything. You turn to the woman, "Maybe next time hide in a better spot," you suggest, trying to lighten the tension.

The woman's expression softens slightly, but she remains silent.

That was the first time you met Rosita, the next couple of times you saw her, she kept that same guarded expression. It became clear that she was still wary of you, despite your attempts to ease the tension. Nonetheless, you still continued to make small talk with her, hoping to gradually build trust and establish a connection.

You shared stories of your own experiences and asked her about her interests, trying to find common ground. Slowly, Rosita began to open up, sharing snippets of her life and even cracking a smile from time to time. It was a slow process, but you were determined to break through the walls she had built around herself.

As the days turned into weeks, your conversations became more meaningful and genuine, and you could sense a growing bond between the two of you.

Just as your group was leaving, one of your members got into an argument with Rosita, and she didn't look like she was backing down anytime soon. Instead of letting the situation escalate, you walked over to the two, attempting to mediate and diffuse the tension.

But your group member acted too quickly, pulling out a weapon and pointing it at Rosita. You immediately stepped in front of the gun. A loud sound rang out as you felt a sharp and hot pain in your chest.

You fell to the ground, gasping for breath and clutching your chest in agony. Ringing and Rosita's voice calling for help filled your ears, but your vision started to blur as darkness closed in.

Days blurred together as you drifted in and out of consciousness. When you finally awoke, you found yourself in a small, makeshift infirmary. The harsh, sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air, and you realized you were no longer with the Saviors.

Rosita sat at your bedside, her eyes filled with relief as she saw you awake. "You took a bullet for me," she said softly, her voice tinged with disbelief.

You managed a weak smile, wincing at the pain. "I guess I did." You glanced around the room, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around your torso. "How long have I been out?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Rosita's expression softened as she replied, "Almost a week." Shit.

"How am I supposed to get back to my group?" You thought aloud, concern etched on your face. Rosita's eyes flickered with worry as she responded, "You can't go back to Negan after what happened. It's too dangerous."

You sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I know," you murmured, a sense of uncertainty creeping in. "But what else am I supposed to do? I doubt your group would be willing to take me in permanently."

Rosita's expression softened as she reached out to touch your arm gently. "I'll convince them. For now, relax." You nodded, grateful for Rosita's support. "Thank you," you whispered.

[loveswrites]

Do you know when you’re going to post your next Poly Volturi? (Absolutely no rush btw take your time and always focus on you and your health first🫶) I was just wondering cause i miss you 🫶

(i don’t have any intention of sounding rude or anything im just wondering and i definitely dont wanna rush you and i ofc want you to take your time and ofc it’s important to focus on yourself first ALWAYS🫶🫶)

Nightmare Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: 5 hours

Word count: 2023

To anon: Hello lovely! I'm sorry for the wait it's been like a month since my last post but I've come to give you a little gift! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for your reassurance, You didn't sound rude at all I understand I was gone a LONG time. I'm surprised I even wrote this today my mind was so foggy I haven't really had a good day so I thought I'd put a smile on someone else's!

Love <3

p.s I also tried to find that spongebob meme in a gif but I couldn't find it for some reason lmk if you get it when you read it!

Turning a sharp corner your hip grazed against the cold cobblestone walls of the castle. Causing you to suck in a strong gasp of air. Rubbing your hand against the throbbing pain you felt something wet. Twisting your face up in confusion you couldn't tell what it was. There was a storm and the castle was as dark as it's ever been. The candles Cauis ordered to be lit every set of the sun for you weren't lit like they normally are. If one candle blew out, rather you were there or not he would have someone's head not long after.

"You smell delicious." You heard from no other than the exact one you were thinking about. Caius.

Still a little confused, your eyes widened. Blood. You were bleeding and Cauis was chasing you.

Resuming your slow steps turned into a fast pace run. Well as fast as you could. Your eyes burned with tears as you could hear Caius' steps quicken. Why was he doing this, you thought. Doesn't he love you? 

"Are you frightened little human?" Cauis hissed out with so much venom you could taste it. 

"Please stop-" You were cut off with a scream crawling out of your throat as a strong sound of thunder and lightning struck.

"Your fear reeks a phenomenal scent. I can't wait to taste you." He sneered out letting out a chilling chuckle. 

You couldn't stop the tear that ran down your cheek with his statement. All you could feel was your heart pounding in your chest, So much you thought it would run into overdrive and stop. With the halls darken you ran with what little memory you could collect right now.  Your brain was foggy. Your heart was hurt. And your face was stained with tears of fear. You never thought that you would die like this. The more you ran the more you realized that this was a loop. You had been running around in a circle this whole time and Cauis was still chasing you. 

"Help Me! Jane! Alec! Please don't do this Caius! You're scaring me!" You screamed out looking back for the first time since you started running.

 He was right there. 

Pricing red eyes stared back at you menacingly.

The only sound you could get out of your mouth was a gasp. He grabbed you by your arms in a tight unbreakable grip. So tight you thought your bones would snap. You never did take your vitamins as a kid you thought. Before you could say another word he bared his fangs and snapped down on your neck. You let out a strong scream. It was so loud it echoed and bounced off the walls. You could feel your own blood wetting your skin rolling down your once warm body. As much as you struggled you couldn't move. As much as you screamed you could no longer make sound. All you felt was your life being drained from your body. Mustering all of your strength you screamed the loudest you could with little life you had left. 

"Mio caro!? Wake up è solo un sogno!" A voice sounded.

Snapping your eyes open, you saw him. Screaming once against you pushed off of him blinded to your surroundings. You fell down onto a cold marble floor it hurt but you could care less right now. Anything to get away from him.

"Don't touch me! S-stay away from me! J-Jane! Where are you!?" You screamed out tears already rolling down your face. Still crawling away from Caius you kept your eyes on him the best you could with blurred vision. 

"What-" Cauis started but was cut off by your words.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone! Jane! W-where's Jane!? Jane! Jane!!" You cried screaming at the top of your lungs. 

Everyone's attention snapped to the door as Jane busted through the door. Her piercing red eyes were filled with anger ready to unleash hell on anyone that dared to hurt what is hers. 

"What happened!" She snapped sharp eyes staring down everyone who was in the room. She saw no threat but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

You were in the throne room as you always were half the time. Everyone knew you loved laying upon the throne with Caius. You were often there with him during most trails. It was convenient because most of the time all of your mates were there also. So hearing your screams come from this room of all places put Jane on guard. 

"We don't know she was just resting as she always is, then woke up screaming." Marcus stated.

"She's very frightened and the first one so called out for was you. Go to her, Slowly.” Aro said making sure to speak softly.

She listened, making sure to take slow and soft steps towards you. When she was finally in front of you she kneeled down to your level as you had backed yourself into a corner. 

“Who scared you?” She asked, trying her best to not sound too demanding but failing miserably. 

You reached out and wrapped your arms around her tightly, crying hard.

“Please don’t let him hurt me.” You whispered into her neck. A whisper so low that she had to try to listen. 

“Who is trying to hurt you?” She whispered back wrapping her arms around you. Doing her best to console you as physical touch is still a hard thing for her.

“C-caius he bit me he was trying to kill me.” You said still shaking as the scene replayed in your head over and over again.

“Well I guess we know who won't be turning her.” Felix snickered, earning a shove from dem.

“Silence!” Cauis ordered, making Felix shut up immediately. His loud tone made you jump and brung more tears to your eyes. Jane continued to comfort you, whispering calming and promising words in your ear.

“Go on, tell me what else happened.” She beckoned.

“I was trying to run away from him b-because he was chasing me. I didn’t know why until I realized that I was bleeding and he wasn’t chasing me to help me. He was chasing me to bring more h-harm to me. I was going in circles and I couldn’t find a way out! There wasn’t a way out but I kept trying and trying but he still got me and- He drained me of everything inside of me.. I can still feel his bite. It hurts, why does it hurt?” You whimpered out sniffling every few words. You held onto Jane tighter in fear she would let you go.

It was silent for a while. No one in the room knew quite what to say. Or what you needed to hear. But the one thing they all knew was that no matter how much Cauis would threaten or yell at you he would lay down his life for you. And if he ever laid a harmful hand on you the rest of you mates would deal with him no matter the consequences. One little human held so much power. 

“It was just a nightmare, you're safe. He would never hurt you. And if he did I’d kill him myself.” Jane said firmly. 

Her words brung comfort to you. Jane never lies. Especially to you.  She always says that she has no time for lying. To which you always say she technically has all her life or death to lie. 

“Jane let me see her.” Cauis said leaving no room for arguing.

“Caius.” Marcus said in a warning tone.

“Do you want to face him? I’ll take you away if not.” Jane whispered in your ear. It took a little while for you to answer but eventually you did sadly. You truly weren't ready to face him but you didn’t want Jane to get in trouble for your newfound fear.

“It’s okay..” You said slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself. 

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure.” You said taking a deep breath when Jane parted from you. Though Jane was freezing cold her cold began to feel warm to you. So when she let you go you couldn’t help but feel naked under the eyes of everyone in the room. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally made eye contact with Caius. His red eyes were intimidating but not as threatening as the ones in your nightmares. In fact his eyes looked.. Concerned, confusion and hurt. That one was a kick to the chest. You hated seeing him hurt but you hated seeing you hurt more. 

“Come here.” Caius said watching you as you took very slow steps to you. Realizing your fear was truly real as you'd normally run to him full of joy. But now you shake with each step. You were never even this scared when you first met. 

Once you were standing in front of him he closed the gap between you two holding onto your hands. Your warm soft ones colliding against his cold hard ones.  

“You truly think I’d ever hurt you on purpose if at all? I’m offended by how lowly you think of me amore mio.” He frowned looking down at you. 

“It was- it felt very real.” You whispered looking down but that didn’t last long as he put his hand under your chin and tilted your head back up to face you.

“If you're frightened do not be cowardly in fear I will not accept it. Especially when I am aware of how fearless you are. It was a horrible dream, a nightmare. One that will never come true.” He said watching you with close eyes.

“I-” You were cut off with his next words.

“You should know that I would never hurt you on purpose. But eventually for you to be with us forever you will have to be turned. But it won't be painful for you. We will ensure it. Alec will use his power to make sure of it.” Caius stated as if this would make you feel better.

“You’ve been conspiring about my death behind my back?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows.

“More like preparing. You're not getting any younger.” Felix said from behind you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“We’d rather have you dead and with us rather than dead and gone bellissima.” Dem voiced softly in hopes you wouldn’t get upset with the rest of them.

“I feel like this is some type of gaslighting or manipulation.” You said, shaking your head.

“Nevermind that, do you feel better?” Alec asked, deterring your thoughts from this topic.

“I kinda do. I’d still like a little space from you though.” You said looking up at Caius. 

“Only a few days after that you're asking for ungiveable things.” He said letting you go but not before kissing you on your forehead making you freeze momentarily.

“Go get some rest.” He dismissed you.

As you walked away after standing there for a while Jane followed you and right when you grabbed the door Caius words made you stop in your tracks.

“ You shouldn’t be scared of me in that sense. You wouldn’t even be filling, you refuse to take your vitamins Carlisle insists you take.” He yelled out so you could hear. 

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of your mouth knowing how true that statement was. For the next few days Jane followed you everywhere. Always on your heels. Sleeping with you, feeding next to you, If she knew you were having a bad dream she’d wake you up right away and take you out for a walk. All until you felt comfortable to be alone with Cauis she was right there by your side. 

And when you finally felt comfortable enough you saw how bad Cauis was taking it through his paintings. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. He knew he was but he never wanted to be that in your eyes. You spent the next few nights showing him how fearless you were of him. Wink wink.

[smokersbaby]

Hi, if you're comfortable with writing this, can I request some angst to fluff where Zoro & Sanji ( separately ) reacting to ( gender neutral ) reader sleeping on the couch after an argument? Only if you're comfy ofc, no pressure ^^

Hi! Thank you so much for your request and I apologize if I took some time before answering but I haven't written angst fics before so this is my very first try! I hope you like it, tough! Characters: Zoro, Sanji TW: angst, fluff (there's no real TW tough) Author's note: the arguments are not that serious oc, this is also my first writing with gender neutral reader, it was kinda easy, probably just because it's SFW fanfic but I'd love to try it even with others genres :)

Zoro

You almost hate him when he answers like that. "You shouldn't do that, you're going to hurt yourself," Zoro says as he sees you picking up a very heavy weight of his. Probably it was a little too much for your training, but as soon as he said that, you wanted to prove him wrong. Useless to say that in less than a second the weight fell on your toes, making you swear in pain. "I told you so" Zoro says watching you hurt yourself and coming towards you to land a hand. "Leave me alone!" you shout at him, leaving him speechless. It wasn't your real intention to send him away like that, but at that exact moment, you felt so irritated hearing his know-it-all way to speak. Zoro glanced at you without saying a word and went away, leaving you alone in the room. As the time of going to sleep arrives, your anger dissipates, but yet you are not in the mood to say sorry to him or even to sleep in the same bed, so you decide to rest on the couch for tonight. As you pass in front of your shared bedroom, you see the door slightly open and Zoro in bed, probably already sleeping as if nothing happened. You get some blankets and a pillow as you try to make yourself comfortable on the couch even though the material wasn't enough soft to sleep on with ease. You had a hard time trying to fall asleep, the sound of the things you shouted at Zoro before echoes in your mind, probably you overreacted, but why didn't he try to resolve things as soon as it happened? Tears start falling down your cheeks, overthinking isn't the greatest way to catch some sleep, but in one way or another your eyelids become heavy and you manage to fall asleep on the hard fabric. You didn't sense him approaching you on the couch, but as soon as you feel his arms hugging you tight over the blankets you can't help but hug him back, a soft grunt slips out of his mouth. "Y/N, you don't have to sleep here" you can hear the softness in his voice even though his words seem quite rough. Zoro lets out a sigh as he holds you tighter through the fabric of the blankets. "I didn't want to upset you, I'm sorry" he whispers, you can't resist him when he opens up to you, so you put your arms around his neck to feel him closer. "I'm sorry too, I overreacted" you feel tears running down your face. "No need to apologize" he picks you up from the uncomfortable couch and brings you to your shared bedroom, he places a kiss on your forehead as soon as he holds you in his strong arms. It feels so relaxing to be held like that, you can sense his protectiveness towards you. He places you on the comfy bed and tucks you under the cosy blankets. You probably look like a burrito right now, all rolled up in the sheets, and your eyes are still reddish from the tears and tiredness since it's quite late. Zoro puts himself under the blankets too, hugging you tight and making your head rest on his chest, his hands play with your hair as he helps you fall asleep, his soft touch relaxes you and you start to forget even the reason why you argued with him. "My little stubborn baby" he whispers as he senses you already dreaming between his arms with a soft smile, knowing everything is okay as long as you are with him.

Sanji

Sanji can't be upset with you, even if you get on his nerves with some serious arguing. He keeps calling you "baby or love" all the time and probably this was the main reason that made you lose your temper in that situation.

He couldn't understand all your concern when you told him that he was being too uncautious when fighting. He replied superficially to your statement, even though he got a scar on his chest from the previous battle. "Let me bandage your wound Sanji" you said in a quite angry tone, preventing yourself to tell him -I told you so-, even though it's what you would have liked to say most to him. "No, it's nothing love…" he replied, hiding the pain and trying to look confident even in a moment like that. He continues: "it's not that serious". You gave him a deadly look, how could he answer you that way when his fresh wound was bleeding? Why did he have to act like that? There's nothing wrong in asking for help, furthermore, you are his s/o, and he should know how much you care about him. In that exact moment, you've let your emotions take the lead, as you said to him in such an irritating tone the simple words "Fine, do that by yourself then", making appear a blown away look on Sanji's face. He couldn't understand why you were being so rude to him, just because he didn't need your help with that wound (or probably because he didn't want to appear weak to your eyes). Now you were in the guest room of your shared house, refusing to sleep in the same bed as Sanji and trying to make yourself comfortable on the guest's bed that nobody has ever really used. You could feel the hard mattress springs underneath your body, probably rusty due to using it only a few times. You covered yourself with the blankets trying not to think about the previous argument with Sanji, but how could you not think about it? Tears started running down your cheeks, the tiredness of the day was mixing the thoughts inside your head, making you get up from the uncomfy bed after a few minutes. You went to your shared bedroom and you peeked at the door, seeing Sanji sitting down on the bed trying to bandage himself clumsily. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit seeing him trying to do his best but still not succeeding. You entered the room, Sanji turned his head suddenly hearing your footsteps on the floor. You grabbed the bandages and started wrapping up his wound, without letting him say a word. After you were done, he whispered a soft "Thank you", making you smile slightly. He wrapped his arms around your body, keeping you tight against him. "Let me help you right away next time, there's no shame in asking for help," you said to him, staring into his eyes with a look full of love. He nodded his head while he was still holding you tight, Sanji placed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you smile more. "Where would I be without you, Y/N?" he whispers to you caressing your hair. Your heart starts pounding faster as he tells you these words, making you feel loved and forget why you were angry with him. You're too in love with Sanji that there's no way you could hold a grudge when you are with this lovely man.

[taintedcigs]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

“Can’t you just— can’t you just go?” “I’m not leaving you alone until you’re okay.”

with stevie? bc i know my ass would say some dumb shit to push him away just to see if he’d choose to stay🫣🥺

ily hunny!!!

who could stay?

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

word count: 700+

warnings: nothing rlly, steve comforting u, reader having a bad day anndd just some fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!

a/n: kait you're so real for this and this prompt is just so arghhh and cute i wanna d word i love steve sm and i def feel u bc i would so do this and i hope i did it justice bb ily <33 also i listened to the archer when writing this it is heavily inspired by it lmao💗😭

join my birthday celebration!

you never knew what came over you when you were upset, ready to push away anything and anyone, at the expense of your own happiness.

you knew you didn't want to be alone, you knew you wanted someone to be there for you, comforting you, taking care of you.

but you couldn't help but push everyone away, just to see if they would see through you, if they could see through the cold front you put up, just to see if they would stay, even when you asked them to leave.

"'m fine..." you muttered, your eyes glossy as you avoided his, steve was gentle with how he treated you, sat next to you as his knees softly brushed against yours, his hand comfortingly placed on your thighs for reassurance.

he shook his head, he didn't believe you, he knew something was wrong, he knew something had upset you, and he wasn't going to leave until he was sure everything was okay.

he studied your face, taking all of your features in, his mind fuzzy with how beautiful you were, and worry took over him as he saw how your face soured and fell, he wanted to be there for you.

"you don't look fine, sweetheart." his voice was dipped in honey, ever so sweet and the nickname was enough to have your heart pounding out of your chest, but you didn't want him to see you like this, you didn't want to break down in front of him.

"you don't have to worry about it." your voice was cold, tone barely audible, but steve didn't mind.

and you hated that he didn't mind it, you didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to ruin him with your own fucked up mind, you had a lot of bad days and you never wanted to drag him down with you, he deserved better than that, he didn't deserve to be sucked up in your own darkness.

"honey..." his hand was quick to caress your cheeks, "are you kidding me?" his tone was mellow as his finger tips gently grazed against your chin, lifting up to make you face him.

his dreamy eyes met your glossy ones, his brows furrowed with worry as he saw your bottom lip jutting out, smudged mascara and your puffy nose giving you away.

his heart ached at the sight of you, he wanted to help you, make you feel seen, take care of you.

"i will always worry about you, sweetheart." you winced when he said that, even though his words were warming your heart, you didn't want him to go through your pain.

"i don't want you to." your tone was avoidant, your eyes were anything but, you were wishing he could pick up on it, wishing he could see how hurt you were, but the words that escaped your lips wanted to push him away.

"can't you just..." you tried to stop your words, you knew the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, you wanted him to stay more than anything, but you didn't know how to ask for help.

"can't you just leave." you faced away from him, harshly, and steve's stomach twisted with how you were acting, he knew you didn't mean it, he knew you needed him, he saw right through you, even though you didn't realize it.

you expected him to leave you, you expected him to sigh at your stand off-ish attitude, leaving you all alone.

what you didn't expect was, "no." leaving steve's pouty lips as he shook his head at you. "i'm not leaving you alone, not until you're okay." his gaze was sympathetic, his tone soft and hands squeezing yours in a comforting manner.

"i'll be silent if you need me to, but i'm not leaving you alone, you're trying to push me away, but i won't let you, not until i know you are okay." his brows furrowed in worry again, not blinking as he observed you.

you couldn't help the small smile your lips twitched into, beaming at the fact that steve had chosen to stay, that steve didn't leave you alone. he saw you.

you couldn't help the sobs that escaped your lips, so raw and gut-wrenching that steve immediately wrapped his arms around you, his heart aching with sympathy as he engulfed you with his warmth.

you embraced him, and you let him take care of you, "thank you, stevie." you murmured into his chest between your sobs, he understood you in a way no one could.

"anything for you, honey." his touch was tender as he pressed kisses into your hair, telling you everything he loved about you as he murmured affections into your hair.

his sickly sweet tone and his comforting grip on you making you realize that, steve was there for you, always.

[byalexisness]

☆cry for me

Ryusei Shidou x gn! reader

@ringasm pookie gave me so many idea istg‼️

content warning: yandere themes, sadism, ryusei is mean only to be soft again, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, dacryphilia

Ryusei tried.

he really tried.

he tried to be a gentle, caring boyfriend for you, his little angel. his pretty, lovely, precious, fragile significant other.

but that's exactly why he wasn't good with being gentle.

don't get him wrong, his love for you was imense, intense, overwhelming, but most of all it was sick. he loved you so much, he loved seeing you so fragile and easy to break that he couldn't stop.

ryusei loved seeing you cry, fat tears streaming down your pretty, red cheeks, so hurt by his harsh words and his cold attitude.

it stirred something in that sick heart of his.

it sent blood rushing straight to his cock, the sight of you being so broken, on your knees before him, begging him so prettily between your weak and pathetic sobs. begging him to stop insulting you and calling you names, to be gentle with you.

"p-please, r-ryu, you promised..." you sobbed desperately, looking up at him with red eyes. you couldn't take it anymore, his cruel words sliced right through your heart over and over again.

"awww, is my little toy crying for me to stop? you want me to be gentle?" he said mockingly, bending down to your level with a smirk. his cruel eyes looked into your teary ones and such a blissful passed through his body. "such a cute thing i have, only mine, only for myself. isn't that right, love?"

"ryu, p-please..." you whispered as you looked at him. "s-stop being like this..."

"oh, my dear..." he chuckled meanly and got closer to your face, grabbing your chin tightly. "i'm afraid i can't. beg me a little more, i wanna see those tears more. cry more, can you that for me, hmm? or, perhaps, you are too stupid for it?"

the blunt, mocking tone, the way he wasn't even trying to hide that he was enjoying this made you whine and more tears fell down your cheeks.

after tormenting you more, making you cry hysterically and yell for him to stop, ryusei decided that he had enough. his demeanor changed suddenly and he pulled you into a warm hug, rubbing your back and hushing you—treating you just like you wished to be treated.

"shh, 's okay, my pretty thing. 's okay, i won't do it again..." the same phrase every time, in the same sweet tone, so sweet that it's obvious it was fake, but you always fell right into his trap, too desperate for his comfort.

it made Ryusei think—humans are weird, really. how can someone that brings you pain, also bring you comfort?

but he didn't care. when he felt you cry into his chest, sniffling pathetically as he rubbed your back in a false sense of comfort, he felt himself twitch in his pants.

you were his favorite.

and he wasn't going to stop breaking you, comforting you after, only to break you worse next time.

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𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔: 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

blurb you’re trying to flirt with your best friend; kuroo’s losing his fucking mind.

# gn!reader, fluff, slight angst(?) bc kuroo’s a dumb bitch, friends to lovers :)

your shirt’s askew, revealing the smooth skin of your neck.

kuroo stares.

he’s not sure how long you’ve been looking like that, but it sure as hell feels like it’s been forever. he feels his face burning, but nothing else is coming to mind. he’s zeroed in on the exposed slope of your neck, and he feels like he can't breathe. or maybe he's breathing too hard.

you wave a hand. “kuroo…? you with me?”

he exhales, hard. “sorry—” he forces himself to calm down; to think about anything but biting you like a crazed vampire. “sorry, sorry. just, remembered something.”

you tilt your head, and it shows the slope of your— kuroo chokes, but mentally. “about?”

about how much i’m in love with you.

what? kuroo recoils at his own thoughts.

“nothing important,” he lies through his own teeth.

your eyes seem to lose brightness for a split second, had kuroo not been paying attention. “oh, alright.” you turn away from him, fixing your shirt.

why does it feel like kuroo’s not the only one disappointed?

you’re on his lap.

okay, he seriously doesn’t know how you pair ended here. it was only supposed to be a movie night (when is it only just a movie night, tetsu-chan? a voice that suspiciously sounds like oikawa whispers in his mind) but then you two inched closer and closer to each other like a gravitational pull.

and now you’re sleeping on his chest and kuroo is just melting because you look so adorable that he wants to kiss the hell out of you. but you’re asleep, peaceful and unaware of his internal conflict—like always.

“love you, tetsu,” you murmur sleepily against his chest as kuroo stiffens.

he runs a hand through his face, exhaling deeply.

“love you, too.”

“this is bad,” kuroo says into the phone next to his ear, gripping the pillow on his lap like it’s offended him. “this is really, really bad.”

it’s the fifth day of kuroo losing his shit while you unintentionally flirt with him while in the same house.

“you’re just making it bad,” kenma says. kuroo hears the clicking of kenma’s mechanical keyboard—it sounds extremely expensive. his best friend sighs, “i don’t get why you don’t just admit it to y/n.”

kuroo bristles at the thought, scowling at an imaginary kenma right in front of him. “you want me to just— hey, baby, this sounds crazy and you might slap me after this, but i am in love with you and have been since middle school!”

he scratches the nape of his neck, suddenly embarrassed at kenma’s deadpanned silence.

“i was talking about y/n giving you awkward bo—”

“woah, woah, hey! keep it PG!” oikawa shrieks, and it’s a painful sound. kuroo honestly forgot that he’s also on the call. “but kenma-chan is right, you know? kuroo tetsurou, you’re not only going to die a virgin—but also a coward for never confessing!”

“i’d rather die both than have y/n avoid me,” kuroo murmurs, and his brain decides to be a bitch and give him a flashback on how you looked so cute with his shirt.

kenma stops clicking, muttering an interested: “oh?”

oikawa makes a noise that sounds part amazed and part bewildered. “wow, you really love y/n-chan, don’t you? i thought this was just horny-kuroo speaking, but this is past that.”

“it’s been past that for ages,” kuroo hisses. “and now i’m torn between just kissing the life out of y/n and hibernating in my room for even thinking about that.”

“nevermind, you’re just really stupid,” kenma goes back to clicking.

sugawara—again, kuroo doesn’t know how they’re here—laughs; it’s the evil one. “we all know that. how could we even expect it to be different?”

“hey, shut the fuck up!” kuroo barks as oikawa cackles, followed by a thump. kuroo assumes he fell on the floor. “just because i’m at the top of my class doesn’t mean you should be jealous.”

“king of the class yet also king of being obliviously a dumbass,” kenma says; and it’s even worse when kenma teases him because it’s so deadpanned that he sounds deadly serious.

kuroo leaves the call, throwing his arms in the air.

he wanted some bro talk. he wanted some bro advice. instead, he got some bro-punch in the bro-face because his friends are keeping an inside joke from kuroo—and they keep saying you’ll find out when the time is right!

kuroo catches a glimpse of you from outside his room where his door is pushed open: you smiling at your phone. it’s a soft smile, and it looks good on you. he wonders when you’ll give that to him.

kuroo sighs to himself, turning away.

when will the time ever be right?

“guys, i think i’m giving up,” you announce one faithful day, walking into the kitchen while kuroo’s rereading his school materials.

kuroo listens half-heartedly, wondering who you’re talking to. and then he keeps reminding himself to focus on his goddamn chemistry textbook.

“no, dumbass. i tried everything!” you yell into the phone, pouring water in a glass. but with one hand on the phone, it wobbles dangerously.

without thinking too much, kuroo rushes to your side, standing right behind you as he steadies the glass for your sake. he will get a heart attack if you break this glass and get it all over you—and he does not want to get one right now.

your warmth is a distraction, and he barely catches it when you smile and thank him.

the person on the phone continues talking as you fill the glass to the very brim, and kuroo finally allows himself to release his grip.

“careful,” he says. “that one’s heavier.”

“gotcha,” you say, grinning in amusement. “no, tooru—” what? you’re talking to oikawa? “i’m not trying to be subtle… tips? fuck that book! that was written by a man anyway, i should know what i’m doing better.”

speaking of, kuroo should probably go back to his textbook.

“yes, i’m just going to do it,” you grumble, and kuroo actually likes that nose wrinkle you do. it’s cute. he pokes it and you stick your tongue out at him. “yeah, he’s right in front of me; you get to have a front row seat.”

but you’re also holding onto his wrist so he’s kind of stuck right now.

you look up at kuroo, stating: “tetsurou, i have been trying to flirt with you for the past week. tell me now, are you not interested in me or?”

“what.”

“that’s not an answer.”

kuroo’s eyes bulge out of their sockets. “you’re serious.”

“as serious as i have been flirting with you,” you answer back.

“what the fuck,” kuroo breathes, and he’s sure he’s blushing madly because you’re unable to hold in your little giggles that make him feel warmer. “what the fuck.”

“still not an answer.”

“i’m fucking in love with you,” he adds hurriedly, knocking the phone away from your grasp in lieu of holding your face. he tries to convince himself that this is real. “and i am so sorry that i am ridiculously stupid.”

“oh,” your eyes soften, hands coming on top of his, “me too. i’ve been in love with you for months now. it’s kind of driving me crazy.”

“try years.”

you huff sharp laughter, squeezing his hands—and he melts into your touch, knocking your foreheads together. “so competitive. are you gonna kill block me from a kiss now?”

“never in my life,” he mutters, and slots his lips into yours; like the way he could’ve been doing all this time.

“can you wear my shirt again? that one really got me going.”

“i’m still here!” oikawa shrieks, mortified.

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Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 2

Suites Vader. Vader uncrispy.

Summary: (Y/N) walks up feeling different but she can't figure out why while Vader gets her to their new home safe and sound.

Warning: depressing, memory manipulation, yandere, obsessive.

Waking up felt fuzzy, fuzzy and painful. Like parts of my mind were in a thick fog, I knew I was forgetting something, that there was something missing I just didn't know what. It felt like a lot though. That, and I had a headache that could kill a Rancor.

I reach my hand up to my head but as I reach up I felt two large, strong arms wrapped around my stomach tightly and an equally strong body pressed to my back. Despite the restricting arms I didn't feel scared. I felt safe, calm, happy and really really comfortable aside from the spitting headache.

I look around trying to figure out what I did and didn't remember. I look around, my eyes a little blurry from sleep. I don't think I've ever slept so hard in my life.

I was in a bed, a huge very soft bed. I was facing a huge window. I knew I was in space, I knew I was in space, that much was obvious but instead of seeing little white dots of stars I saw blue lines moving really fast. I was really confused, I had never heard or seen anything like this, maybe it was a space thing, like a bunch of shooting starts in space. It was an amazing view though. Bathing the room in a soft yet strong blue. It was a strong contrast to the red and black of the room.

I look over to what I assumed was a refresher door, and beside it a fireplace. I had to crane my neck to see it, which did nothing for my headache, the arms around me not giving any space to really move. The fireplace was lit, letting off a warm glow. The light from the fire meeting the blue light from outside meeting to make a soft sunset, It looked like the most beautiful sunset in the galaxy. It was an odd mix of colours but it was none the less gorgeous.

I tried to get up only for the arms around me to tighten, but regardless of the arms I fell back immediately, my headache only getting worse as I get up. Both my hands shoot up to my head holding it.

I couldn't hold back the whimper, the pain being much worse now than when I woke up. I felt the arms around me shift, but I didn't pay much mind to it, almost not even noticing it until a hand reached up and placed itself on my forehead, forcing me to lean my head back into the parson behind me.

The hand was warm and nice but sightly callused from what must have been years of training and hard work, but none the less comforting.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

His voice was concerned yet calm but I still froze, my eyes shooting open finally remembering who I was with. Remembering that the Emperor had taken me onto his ship, but for the life of me I couldn't remember details. Just that he came to my small little planet and then I was on his ship only to pass out sometime while looking up at him as he carried me aboard.

It seemed strange, I remember feeling terrified but also very safe, but I don't remember anything else.

I didn't say anything, I didn't even know what to say. I had to take a second to remember what the Emperor just asked me, Still a little shocked that it was the Emperor holding me to his chest. But after a while of silence he seemed to get impatient.

"Little one?"

His tone was a little harder this time but it wasn't angry hard more like making sure he was heard hard. But either way he was still clearly wanting an answer. But one thing was clear, he sounded almost, worried?

"M-My head... it h-hurts."

I felt him shuffle behind me, his comforting hand leaving my forehand. He moved around but I didn't turn to look at him, not wanting to hurt my head by moving anymore and in all honesty being too scared to look at him right now.

I mean I was with the fucking Emperor. Not only that but I was complaining about a headache to the Emperor.

I felt him get out fo the bed and heard footsteps walk over to me. I keep my eyes open but don't dare look up at him, keeping my eyes on the window and the strange blue lines. He kneels down, giving me a good look at his shirtless body. He was clearly strong, muscles decorating his body for years of training and work.

Once he is on his knee he tilted his head slightly to the side, forcing his face into my line of sight, finally I turn my eyes to look at him. His face was soft but still a hint of concern in his eyes.

He reaches his left hand up lightly placing it on the side of my head, rubbing his thumb lightly on my temple. Even thought his touch was light as a feather it still hurt. I flinched a little, the touch making the painful pressure and throbbing feeling in my head only getting worse.

I flinched and wined a little, trying to move back into the bed, snuggling into the pillow and pull the blanket over my head. Only reviling the top of my hair.

I could hear him chuckle for a second, but only for a second. I heard him get up as I regret my decision to snuggle into the bed the movement hurting my head even more.

He shuffled around but I didn't bother looking or paying any kind of attention to him just keeping my eyes closed tightly like the tighter I keep my eyes shut the faster the pain will leave. If only.

I heard him shuffling around then a door opening and closing followed by silence.

Finally I let out a loud sob. I didn't want the Emperor to see me cry so I tried to hold it in. Especially because I had a huge gap in my memory. I felt like an incomplete puzzle, and that scared me.

I couldn't help the deep glare that was on my face. I should have been able to wake up before her, already having food waiting for her and having pills for her when she was done her food. I checked the time, it was 10:24 and she didn't eat supper last night, she must be behind starving.

The head ache was clearly worse than I thought. I was a fool to think it wouldn't feel like her head was spitting open. I was fully in her mind and she didn't even seem to notice a thing. Which made sense, all I could feel was a pain like she had never felt before. My poor little one. Even with her memories blocked off she was still so scared and confused. It made sense of course, she had a huge gap in her memory. She knew she met me but she didn't know or how she got here. When I explain i'll have to figure out some kind of story.

All she knew was that she saw me in that poor excuse of a port but after that there was nothing until I was caring her onto the ship and put her to sleep with the force. But of course I can only do so much, I can't do anything about her emotions.

I walk over to the kitchen. I couldn't wait to get back to Coruscant, having our own rooms, kitchen, library. Not being stuck in a stuffy ship. I couldn't wait to show her the garden. Considering the forest covering most of her planet I imagine she would love it. It will be much better once I get her out of that stuffy room, but I imagine meeting new people isn't in her best interest right now. the first step is for her to trust me. Culture shock isn't what she needs.

Getting to the kitchen I open the doors and freeze at what I saw, my vision turning completely red.

I had given orders to have all meals prepped by a specific times during the day for me and my little (Y/N) and to be on call for any other foods and snacks she may need at any time. But instead of having food completely prepared and ready for me to take to my hurting love despite being past the time it should be ready almost three hours ago I find my chefs lazing about doing nothing. No food, no prepped food, not even anyone getting ready to cook just standing around and catting.

The second I comprehend what was really in front of my I stretched out with the force at the speed of light. The whole room froze. Every chef, every sous chef and every dishwasher froze. The room went silent. They all slowly turned, partly from fear and partly from my heavy force signature surrounding them. They're eyes where wide and scared, very clearly scared but also very shocked, but not because I was there. Only then did I realize I didn't have my armour on.

I immediately got even more annoyed. The armour was heavy and clunky and very strong but the main reason I wore it was because of the fear it brought others. it made me seem inhuman, covering me head to toe. Never having it off made me seem inhuman. Last night they had already left but the food was ready. I just had to heat it up and take it to her so they had never seem me like this.

I did take solace in the fact that I could still kill them and it is impossible for them to know me as Anakin Skywalker but I still wish I could keep completely anonymity, it was convenient being faceless and only known as the Emperor or Lord Vader, but now the name had a face. I'll have to kill them before the news spreads but right know my little one was alone, hungry and in pain and she is my highest priority.

Slowly I move closer, almost at a stalking pace, like a wolf hunting its prey. No one dared to move after they turned to face me. Eyes wide and mouth slightly opened.

"Explain."

My voice was clipped and harsh. I stared down at the head chef, waiting for him to reply.

He couldn't move. I wasn't using the force on him but it was heavy in the air. I would bet he was even having some trouble breathing. Sweat was dripping from him, frozen like a deer in headlights.

I was beginning to lose my patients, my little one was still in our room all alone in pain with no food and now she won't be getting food for a least a half hour. I knew he heard me. I was very clear, not only that but I was right in front of the incompetent fool I call my chef. Though I should say former.

I raise my hand forming a pincer shape with my fingers as it goes, the chef rising with it. Now clawing at his neck only to find nothing grab-ably there.

"I don't like repeating myself but I will ask once more. Explain."

I loosen my hold on his neck with the force, letting his feet touch the floor once again but I still had a good grip on his neck not choking his but still causing weight a bit of discomfort but know he could explain himself.

"I-I-- Who---?"

I almost rolled my eyes, he really could figure out who I was? He truly was incompetent.

I squeeze his neck harder.

"Try to guess."

I didn't want to play games, it only wasted my time and dragged out my loves pain but right know scaring him to death seemed like the most appealing option.

His eyes where wide as he gasped. I wasn't stoping his breathing completely, but I was still only allowing him little tiny breathes every know and then. I find this makes the suffocation worse. It lets them think for just a moment that I would stop and they would be able to breath right in no time, only for the hope to disappear as quickly as it came.

His sclera began to turn red as his eyes became blood shot. The chef had very vibrant green eyes the blood red was a strong contrast as his face suddenly pales.

"M-my Lo-lord?!"

I tilt my head slightly as the grin of a killer stretches across my face.

"You know why I am here?'

His face only seems to get whiter, finally realizing how much trouble he was really in, remembering what I had instructed them to do.

"M-my lor-d--"

I tighten my grip on his neck so hard his head looked like it was about to fall off only for me to release him once more.

"I suggest you stop stuttering and start explaining.'

He rubs his neck for a moment gasping and swallowing the saliva that had begun pooling in his dry mouth.

"Why isn't my loves food prepared?"

He only seemed to get more scared. if it wasn't for the adrenaline coursing through his body he probably would have passed out or even died from his heart failing after beating too fast and strong for to long.

he dropped to his knees his hands clasped in-front of him.

"My lord, please. when you didn't come at your designated time we figured that you wouldn't need your meal till lunch so we had gotten rid of it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was so blind with rage My arm shot out to the side only for a crash and a thump with a sickening cracking should to be heard.

The chef slowly turns his head in the direction of my out stretched hand. There, in the direction of my hand was the sous chef, His eyes open and dull as the life drained out of them after crashing into a bunch of kitchen counter and supplies by my will and control of the force only to die instantly when he hits the far wall. His ribs shattering in his body on impact. A quick death, and more than he deserved.

"Because of your choice my beloved is now hungry, in pain, and won't be getting food as soon as she should."

My voice was seething with anger. I was barely keeping it together.

"Please my lord, forgive me, it will never happen again."

He continued to beg for his life and make promises about how he will be sure my lovely doesn't go hungry ever again. Well tempting, I knew he would die. first of course he will cook for my love until our trip is done but once we land on Coruscant and my love is situated he will die the most painful death I could imagine.

I hold my hand up finally deciding what to do.

"First; you will cut some fruit, then you will make the best breakfast you ever had like your life depends on it, and If I ever find my loves food is not ready at any time past her scheduled eating time, you will suffer like no one ever has before. "

He nodded immediately, of cues he didn't know the second we landed he would suffer whether my love enjoyed the food or not. but if she docent, i'll be sure he will be alert for every kind of pain I choose to inflict.

Within seconds I was handed a plate of cut fruit, cut by one of the chefs helpers and they all started to cook a proper meal.

I turn and walk out the door food in hand and grab my comm with the other to contact my Purge troopers.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Once the chefs are done cooking for the day take them to the brig, make sure they suffer but be sure they can still work tomorrow. And post two guards at the door at all times."

"Yes, my lord."

The trooper sounded a little too happy about the impending torcher, but they did seem to enjoy causing pain. But then again that was what they are good at. It's why they are purge troopers. They are meant to cause pain.

I begin to walk down the hallway to my loves and my room. As I walk I realize that I wasn't monitoring her with the force anymore. I figured it was best to constantly be monitoring her with the force as she shifts into this new confusing way of living, but in my anger I hadn't even noticed I wasn't monitoring her mind.

I sigh, feeling like a fool that I couldn't keep my force around her, both feeling how she feels but also making sure that she could feel my force around her and that if felt safe and calm, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

I was almost there when I reached out to her again only to pick up my pace. Once my force reached her I immediately picked up the pace while still being mindful of her food.

I reached the door in record time, now feeling her distress even stronger. I could hear her soft sobs throughout the door.

I open the door, I knew she heard it because she tried to quiet down her cry's and be a still as she physically could when in so much pain.

I slowly move over to her, not wanting to startle her or scare her anymore. I didn't like that she felt the need to hide her tears for me but I did understand it. I was new, her location was new, her whole life was new and it was only the second day and she was only awake for about a half hour last evening. She had almost no time to process her new surroundings.

Her back was to the door facing the window but the blanket was over her eyes, only to top of her head with the cutest bed head hair. All messy and tangled.

I place the fruit down on her bed side table. Kneeling down beside her, opting out of sitting on the bed not wanting the movement of my siting down to distress her even more.

The blanket was held over her face till about the middle of her forehead with clenched fists. For the look of the blanket, her knuckles must be snow white. She was shaking horribly. Letting out the occasional hiccup as she tried to suppress her tears and sobs.

My heart broke at the sight of her. It hurt me more than I could comprehend.

I gently place my hand over the blanket on her face. I could feel her tense. Trying to stop her shaking but failing in the end. I tugged on the blanket a little, not trying to pull it off but just letting her know I was there and that I wanted to see her face. She didn't let her hands budge for a second but when I tugged a little again her hands moved a little.

I continued to gently move the blanket down till it was just under her chin. My heart seemed to shatter at the sight of her.

Her eyes where full of tears her cheeks red and puffy and she had red spots all over her neck indicating popped blood vessels. She refused to meet my eyes, clearly embarrassed.

I reach my hand up to her head. Once my hand touched her hair she flinched and closed her eyes at tight as she possibly could.

I gently start to stroke her hair, slowly coxing her to relax her tense muscles. Her eyes didn't open but they did relax. Her shaking didn't stop but she wasn't shaking in fear, she was shaking in pain.

"Hello, little one."

I make sure to keep my voice in a low calm whisper, loud noises or even just a regular voice would only hurt her more.

She open her eyes a little, looking up at my shyly.

"I know you are hurting my love but I need you to eat a little something before I give you something to take the pain away."

She shakes her head a little but then stops immediately when she realized it only hurt her even more.

"I know it hurts but you need to sit ups and eat a little, you haven't eaten for hours and you need to put something in your stomach."

She looks up at me again and closes her eyes again. I thought she was going to try and fight me, but she slowly moves to sit up. Before she can move too much I reach under her knees and her back while she was still wrapped up in the blankets making sure her head wouldn't be jostled too much. I lift her up and sit down on the bed placing her on my lap and having her lean on my back. Her head resting on my chest.

I didn't take the time before to realize how much shorter she is compared to me but as she sits on my lap its all I could think about.

After a moment of not moving and making sure she wasn't uncomfortable I reach over and grab the plate of fruit.

Once I held it in front of her she wiggled free one of her hands and reached for some food.

I chuckled a little, feeling her back move with my chest while I reach out my free hand and grab hers. She gasps a little clearly not expecting my hand so focused on the food in front of her.

I lean down and whisper directly in her ear, my lips pressed against the shell of her ear.

"Let me, little one."

Slowly her hand retracts back into her blanket cocoon making my hand let go of hers.

Once I was sure she was all wrapped up I reach over for a piece of fruit and hold it up to har lips, mine still lightly brushing her ear.

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to be fed. I could feel her calm down a little however, her pain was still very present but her tears where starting to dry on her little cheeks and she was also losing some of the red in her cheeks.

Actually from what I could see from behind her and her side she was losing too much of her colour. She was getting so pale. She really did need some food.

I nudge the slice of fruit on her lips a little, trying to coax her mouth open. Finally she opened her mouth letting me slip the fruit into her mouth. As she chewed her fruit I brushed her lips with my thumb. They where so soft, all I wanted to do was kiss them. But I knew that would be too much for her, too much for her to bare.

Her mind was a mess, her thoughts in scrambles. I doubt she was even was thinking, just feeling. feeling scared, feeling confused and feeling a lot of pain.

The fear I couldn't do anything about yet but the pain and confusion I could.

She was nearly done her fruit, I could see her struggling to get through the pain.

"Atta girl, you're almost done, just a few more bites."

She turned her head and looked back at me, her eyes where glossy but the tears weren't falling just yet.

I lifted the last piece of fruit up to her lips, there wasn't a lot but more food was coming and once she gets some strong pain killers in her system she would feel much better.

She open her mouth and take the last piece of fruit. I had some juice on my fingers and she sucked the pads of my thumb and pointer finger lightly before starting to chew.

The feeling of her soft, perfect lips practically kissing my finger pads almost broke me. Almost made my composer shatter. All I wanted to do was lay her down on our bed, and hover over her as I did nothing but made she feel the best pleasure she has ever experienced. Make love to her till all she saw was stars. Till she was passed out in pure pleasure as I tucked her into the blankets and hold her till she wakes up in the morning.

I was broken out of my fantasy when I heard her let out a groan. Her head wasn't resting on my chest anymore. She was leaning forward, her hands once again no longer in her little cocoon but holding her head.

Without a word I picked her up again and set her down having her leaning on the head board, making sure her back was supported. I gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be right back, little one. Just breath I'll make all the pain go away."

I walk over to the bathroom, I kept several high end pain killers, mostly for my arm. I bend down and get the least potent drug I could but even so it would still leave her almost numb. I had a very strong drug resistance, having needed to take these pills for a long time. But for someone like my little girl who has probably never needed anything but a regular pain killer in her life it will hit her hard.

Just as I was walking out with my pill bottle There was a knock on the door. I sigh but hold back doing anything more. I didn't need (Y/N) to think I was angry or annoyed at anything just in case she would think all my anger was directed at her. The sigh alone was too much of a slip.

I set the pills down on her bedside table and cup her cheek as I kiss her forehead again.

"Just another second, baby girl."

There was another knock on the door, I could feel her flinch harshly at the sound of the door.

I nearly growl, barely catching myself. I storm over to the door opening it to see the Chef looking terrified with two purge troopers behind him.

By the look on his face he knew I was clearly angry.

"Your food, my lord."

I was handed two plates of waffles with fruit and syrup and a tall glass of orange juice.

Without another word I close the door the turn to (Y/N). She was eyeing the pills clearly wanting them.

I place the food on the glass table in front of the fire place and place a few more logs on the fire to keep it strong.

I walk back over to her with the glass on juice in hand and sit on the bed taking the pills off her night stand and placing the cup on the nightstand.

I open the bottle and place one pill in my hand. The drug was so potent she would only need one pill to last at least twenty four hours, well enough time to get to Coruscant. And while we where in light speed we should be there by mid noon.

I hold the pill up between my thumb and pointer finger.

"Open wide."

Without hesitation she opened wide, allowing me to pop the pill inside. I grab the glass of juice and hold it to her lips letting her take a few sips.

When I start to pull away the cup her little hand grip my wrist and holds the cup to her mouth drinking as much as she could.

I couldn't help the chuckle coming from me as I stared at her cute little face as she tries to drink as much juice as she possible could.

"Easy there, baby girl. there's no rush."

She finally lets me take away the cup but it was already practically empty.

" The pain killers will start to work any second. It's a very strong pain killer, ok?"

She nods mutely.

"I imagine you have lots of questions."

She nods again.

I take both her hands in mine. She felt so cold, colder then she should be.

"Come sit with me by the fire my love."

She still didn't look up at me but she shakily got onto her feet. She tried to take a few steps but she was a little shaky from the pain, the pain killer not fully kicked in just yet.

I stand up and wrap an arm around her waist, guiding her over to the couch. Sitting her down and getting a fuzzy blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

I make sure to push the waffles over to her.

"I know you have a lot of questions but you also have to eat a some more food."

She looked up at me, her eyes telling me she was clearly still scared.

"How about this, you ask me your questions, but when I answer them you have to take one bite of your food. Ok?"

She looks down at the plate of waffles. After a few seconds of her eyeing the food suspiciously her stomach growled, loudly.

Her cheeks became a bright crimson, and she looked away from the food.

I couldn't help my chuckle, she really was the cutest little thing.

I grab the plate of food and set it on my lap, grabbing the fork and knife and cutting a good piece of waffle off for her.

"Whats your first question, my love?"

She looks up at me, clearing wanting to ask her question but not wanting to eat. I could tell she thought it might be poisoned so to ease her mind I ate the piece that was on the fork.

Once I swallowed she seemed to lighten up a little.

I cut another piece off and wait for her to ask her question.

"W-where, am I-i?"

I smile lovingly down at her, happy to see her opening up a little. I hold the fork up to her lips, waiting for her to eat it. She hesitated again but this time it was just because she was embarrassed to be fed.

She put the fork in her mouth and started to chew, waiting for me to answer her question.

"We are currently on, my ship called The Executor."

I answered as I cut another piece of waffle for her. She nodded and swallows, taking in my answer.

"W-where are w-we going?"

She takes the next piece of waffle into her mouth.

"We are going your new home, Coruscant."

She nearly choked on her waffle, clearly not expecting that.

After she swallows she looks at me in shock.

"Your taking me to Coruscant?!"

I smirk a little and hold up a new piece of waffle up to her lips. She was clearly unamused but didn't fight and ate the waffle.

"Thats right, you know who I am don't you, my love?"

She nods, I knew she knew who I was, and I assumed she guessed that I was taking her to the galaxy capitol but some part of her must have thought it was to far fetched. A girl like her, being taken to the most luxurious planet in the galaxy, it must have felt like a dream.

"Well as my love it only makes sense to take you home with me."

Her cheeks suddenly got as red a a tomato. I had called her my love plenty of times but it could have easily been mistaken as a silly little nickname, having me actually call her my lover would seem a little abrupt.

"H-How did I b-become y-y-you're... love?"

She was clearly embarrassed, the words must have felt very foreign on her lips.

She was looking away from me, instead staring at the glass table and not seeing the waiting food in front of her.

I gently press the waffle to her lips making her gasp slightly, not expecting it.

She looked back up at me but didn't take the waffle into her mouth.

"You need to eat my dear, or I won't answer your questions till you do."

She stare at me, weighting her options. Her fear and pain was dialling down, near non-existent, mostly she was just feeling curiosity and at the moment more than a little defiant. Not liking the 'no answers unless you eat' rule.

She sighs a little but take the bite, eating it with a bit of a pout. I could help the urge to kiss her when I noticed a bit of the fruit sauce was on the corner of her mouth. And not being one to pass up such an opportune moment I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth getting rid of the sauce but also being able to finally kiss her.

She went eye wide and stoped mid chew, I chuckled at her reaction. She swallowed quickly and turned her head away.

"You, didn't answer the question."

Her voice was quiet and timid, If I wasn't siting right beside her I probably wouldn't have heard her.

"I came to your small planet the fuel up my ships, we where visiting different planets around the galaxy and needed to fuel up, your planet was the closest. When we landed I had seen you in the space port but you had seemed to be in a rush. But from the second I saw you I knew I had to have you. I felt like the force was pulling me towards you, love."

She nodded, understanding my words so far.

"Me and a few of my men followed you to your tiny little village. I wanted to have you, but I didn't expect to just take you, however, when I found you your mother was beating you. Screaming something about getting the order wrong."

She looks up at me in shock, I wait a moment to see if she had something to say. She didn't speak but she had tears growing in her eyes.

"Ohhh, my love."

I coo at her, pulling her into my lap and kissing her temple. Being sure that her blanket was still tightly wrapped around her.

"It's ok, you're safe. Do you want me to continue?"

She lets out a shaky breath, trying her best to calm down and holding back tears but nods.

I make sure to hold her close and tightly, making sure she felt as safe as possible.

"When I saw her hurting you I felt like I couldn't breath. It hurt me to see you like that. Crumpled up on the floor as you where being beat. I had my trooper hold back you mother and father when he came out to defend your mother and I asked you if you where of. You where sobbing uncontrollably and bleeding from your head, begging for me to save you. so I took you to my ship and had a doctor look at you. You where in a batch tank for a few hours to heal your wounds but the doctor said you might be suffering from amnesia due to head trauma."

Once I was finished explaining she burst like a dam. Sobbing and crying, clinging to my chest as tightly as she could.

It broke my heart to see her like this but this was for the greater good. As far as she knew I was her saviour. I was the person she felt she should run to when she was scared and in distress. This would work out perfectly.

It started to all take sense. My puzzle was becoming complete. I remember seeing the Emperor at the port. I remember being in such a rush to get home but not why.

Know he is saying that my mother beat me so bad because I was in such a rush to get home I messed up the order and she was so mad she ended up beating me so hard I have amnesia.

All I could think of is how he saved me. It made sense. The dots where connecting, and it explained my horrible headache.

I clung to the Emperor as hard as I could, scared to let go. I was in the middle of space going to a planet I knew nothing about with both the strongest and most scary man in the world.

I was wrapped tightly in his lap, him holding me close to his chest. I could feel his strong steady heartbeat under my fist. It lulled me into calming down.

I couldn't stop my tears from coming and my slight sniffles and occasional hiccups.

"Thats it baby girl, I got you. Just calm down. Slow deep breaths."

My tears stopped and my hiccups slowed down as the weight of the situation really hit me. The Emperor himself had saved my life and essentially calmed me as his lover.

I started to shake, realizing I had no idea what to do or how to act in this situation. If I did what he wanted and did it right I was safe, if I did something wrong I could end up dead.

My shaking became uncontrollable. I wanted to push away from him but I didn't want to make him angry. So I figured the best thing I could do was to ask to be let go and apologize like a mad woman if he got made.

"M-my lord... c-could you p-please let me g-go?"

He let out a deep chuckle, his hand coming up to run his fingers through my hair. I gasp, but not because of the motion but because of his hand.

I was too scared and in too much pain earlier to realize that is was fake.

He pulls his hand from my hair and put it in front of my face, showing me his hand.

It was clearly beautifully constructed. It was slick black with hints of gold here and there.

I reach out a little to touch just focusing on the hand not paying attention to who it was attached to.

I come back to my senses when my hand was a few inches away and pull back when the hand in question moved to grasp my hand.

"No need to be shy, my love. You can touch me as much as you want."

His lips where pressed on my ear, a shiver running up my spine. Which now that I thought about it, felt completely bare.

"M-my lord, pl-please."

He keeps his lips pressed into my ear, his right hand still holding mine and stroking my fingers.

"On one condition."

I looked up into his amber eyes cautiously. While waiting for him to answer I took a second to take in his features.

He really was handsome. Slightly curly brown hair that came down to his shoulders in waves, amber eyes that seemed to look into my very soul, and very strong facial features. I notices he had a long scar going down his right eye. It looked like it really hurt.

"You have to call me Anakin."

I tilted my head to the side a little. Call him Anakin?

"I t-thought your name w-was Vader."

His hand let go of mine, moving to run his mechanical fingers through my hair once again.

"That was a name given to my by my late master, the previous Emperor, however the love of my life should call me by my true name."

I blushed when he said I was his true love. I barely knew him and he didn't know anything about me.

As if he could read my mind he smirked. It was like he knew something that I didn't but in all fairness he probably did.

I nod, agreeing to his terms.

"However that is a name only to be used in private, when in public you should call me Vader, or, you're love"

My blush deepened.

"o-ok."

I push on his chest a little, wanting to remove myself and get some distance. but his hand around my waist tightens. It wasn't painful, but the message was very clear.

"I want to hear you say it my love. Say my name for me."

I look up at him more then little hesitant but I didn't really have any other choice.

"o-ok... A-Anakin."

With a loving smile he sets me down in my previous spot on the couch, the fire still making the room warm and cozy. I look out the window to look at the shooting stars again.

"Isn't it d-dangerous for the ship t-to be fling in shooting s-stars, my lo- A-Anakin?"

I look back at him only to see a pretty confused face followed by yet another chuckle. It was getting embarrassing how often he would laugh at me.

"Those aren't shooting stars my love but you are kind of close. those are star lines. Thats what stars look like in hyperspace."

My eyes widen. I knew what hyperspace was, Bane would sometimes tell me about different things around the galaxy. The planets he visited, the different kinds of species around the world, and all the amazing things about travelling through space. But I never knew what it might look like when a person was actually in hyperspace.

"I-it's... beautiful."

I was mesmerized by the beauty of the star lines so I wasn't looking at Anakin but when he spoke I could hear a smirk in his voice.

"Just wait till you see Coruscant. I have a beautiful garden with all kinds of flowers and plants."

I looked over at him. I couldn't help the smile that came on my face, his smirk turned into a loving smile but after looking into his eyes for a while my smile faded.

I realized that I hadn't even thanked him. He had feld me, kept me warm, took away my pain and even saved me when my mother was beating me and I hadn't thanked him.

I start to tear up, He did all this for me, made me feel safe, wanted and loved and I didn't even think to thank him yet.

Tears start to fall down my cheeks and his smile disappears, replaced with a look for worry. Both his hands came and cup my cheeks rubbing away my tears. The kind action only making more of them fall.

"My love, what's wrong?"

I couldn't help the hiccup that escaped my lips as I stutter and try to tell his why I was crying but I just couldn't get the words out.

Anakin pulls me into his lap one more, holding me, cradling me in his arms and using his hand to guid my head to rest in his neck as he hold me, rocking slightly, coxing me to calm down.

"Shhhh, princess. Tell me what wrong. I have you, you're ok."

After a few more hiccups I start to calm down, taking some deep breaths I finally get the words out.

"I'm s-so sorry... I-I-I n-never thanked y-you, for every-everything you h-have done for m-m-me."

The words where choppy and poor with all my sobs but he heard them.

He cooed at me a little rocking me lightly.

"Ohhh, baby. You don't need to thank me, no no no. It's my job to take care of you, my love."

I kept babbling on in incoherent sentences. Trying to tell him how I did have to thank him and how I didn't deserve his kindness. The last part he seemed to hear because without a seconds thought He pulled me flush to his chest and kissed me.

Perfect. This was perfect. Everything was going better then I could have imagined it. She was completely giving into me. Relying on me.

I could feel she felt safe, safe and loved. She was shy, but it only made her all the more adorable. She was so innocent. Innocent and warm. I would do anything to protect the love of my life.

I could feel her tense up as I kissed her deeply. She wasn't scared, I just took her by surprise.

she started to push against my chest after a few moments. My poor little one was running out of breath.

I reluctantly pull my lips away from her soft ones. She tries to catch her breath and clings to me tightly.

I couldn't help but kiss all over her face. Her cheeks, her temple, her forehead, the corner of her lips. anywhere that didn't prevent her from catching her breath.

Her eyes where closed, too embarrassed to look at me, a deep blush only getting darker with each little peck and kiss I gave her.

I gently grasped her hands in mine, removing them from my chest, lifting them to my lips and kissing each of her knuckles.

Once I was done I held her hands to my lips, savouring the feeling.

After a while she finally opened her eyes to look at me. Her beautiful eyes now all red and puffy from her tears.

"Ohhh, my love."

I kiss her hands again. Holding them to my lips as I gaze into her beautiful eyes.

"You never have to thank me for anything my love. The force led me to you, and I will take care of you for the rest of our lives."

She nods shyly and thanks me again and I couldn't help my chuckle.

"I just said you didn't have to do that, my love."

She blushed and looked down. She lets her head fall into my chest with a light groan.

I move her around so I could hold her bridal style in my lap, her head now on my shoulder.

I lift my hand and card my fingers through her hair, taking my time and enjoying the feeling of her soft hair with every stroke of my hand but I stopped then she groaned softly again.

I press my lips into her temple softly.

"What's wrong, my love? The pills should be working by now, are you still hurting?"

She shakes her head and I instantly relaxed, knowing she wasn't hurting but know my curiosity was peeked.

"Tell me what's wrong my little one."

She shakes her head.

"N-nothing, I-i'm just... tired."

I gently kiss her temple again, lifting her in my arms holding her close and walk over to the bed.

"Yes I imagine, the pills have a tendency to make one a little drowsy, let's get you back to bed my love, by the time you wake up we should be arriving at Coruscant."

I pull the blankets up to her chin and kiss her lips lightly. She smiles up at me softly and blacks out.

I laugh lightly at how quickly she fell asleep giving her one last kiss as I gaze at the love of my life.

I walk over to the dressing room in the bathroom and put on my suit. Unfortunately I was still the Emperor and couldn't spend all day and night with my love.

I had to clear my schedule as much as possible so that I could be with her as she grows accustom to her new life.

I walk out, taking one last glance at (Y/N) watching how the blankets rise and fall with each of her little breaths before walking down the hall, making sure I had two purge troopers outside my room if my love needed help, and pulling out my comm to contact the Commander of the Purge Troopers as I make my way to the bridge.

"My lord?"

"Be sure to have my rooms on Coruscant ready for for me and my Empress."

"Yes my lord."

Waking up a second time was easier. I knew where I was. I knew who I was with and I knew where I was going. It wasn't scary or confusing. With everything sorted know it really was just, safe.

I look around the room, there wasn't a pair of strong hands around my waist restricting my movement and the emperor wasn't anywhere in the room that I could see. I listen for the shower in the refresher but I didn't hear anything so it seemed safe to say I was alone.

I look out the window again. The beautiful star lines still there. Casting a beautiful blue light into eh room still, but this time it didn't mold with the red and orange from the fire.

I look over to the hearth again. No fire. I move out fo the covers only to shiver and wrap my arms around myself. Without the fire the room was pretty cold. I stand up, looking down at the clothes I was wearing.

Anakin must have changed my clothes after the doctor treated me because this definitely wasn't mine.

I walk over to the 'fresher to get a better look at myself in the mirror.

I was in a It was long midnight black silk night gown, going down to my ankles with a slit going up to my upper thigh. It had an open back and thin straps smaller them my pinky and a dip in the chest that didn't leave much to the imagination.

No wonder I was cold, the gown was very gorgeous but it was also very thin and with so much bare skin in space no wonder I was a little chilled.

I see a door in the mirror behind me and turn to open it.

It was a walk in closest and dressing room. On the right where the Emperors Clothes, shoes and what not but to the left was cloths for a women.

I was very cold and I figured he wouldn't mind it I changed into something a little warmer.

I run my hands over the clothes. Most of them being black and red and the occasional white.

I grabbed one of the dresses, seeing as that most of the clothes here was dresses.

It was a black floor length gown that was a fairly tight fit till it reached the top of my knees where it flared out. It didn't have sleeves and it had a beep plunge neckline and left my baco completely bare but the thin shoulder straps did have a kind of fur cape the fell to the middle of my shoulder blades and wrapped around my upper arms, leaving the rest of my arms bare, accompanied by a hood to cover my head if I needed

It also had fur on the bottom trim of the dress. It was made in a velvety kind of fabric but had a matte look to it. It was a very beautiful dress, clearly high quality and expensively made. I felt a little out of place in it but I was much warmer now so I didn't really bother to feel too uncomfortable.

I put on a pair of black flats, forgoing the high heals knowing I would only fall over in those and made my way over to the door.

I press the button on the panel on the side of the door and it slide open. I see two storm troopers in black standing on either side of the door. I gasp a little not really expecting them.

One of the speaks but he doesn't turn to look at me.

"May I assist you, my lady?"

The title sound weird.

"Could you tell me where An-"

I freeze mid sentence remembering what I should call him when other are around.

"Where Lord Vader is?"

"Of course miss, right this way."

We walk down the cold hall for a little, the only sound being our footsteps.

There where troopers in white armour every now and then standing at doors or walking around in what I assume is a patrol.

Finally we reach large double doors that fly open to what I assume is the bridge of the ship.

At the end of the gangway I see the Emperor, in full armour staring out at the star lines of hyper space.

When he hears the door open he turn and looks at me. For a moment he just stare till he reaches a hand out for me, palm up.

I walk over and place my much smaller hand in his.

"You are just in time my love, we are about to exit hyperspace."

Before I say anything he gently grips my shoulder and move me to stand right in front of him. His hands never left my shoulder aside to slip them underneath the fur 'cape' to touch my bare shoulders, The touch of his leather clad hands making a present shiver run up my spine. But the leather gloves did make his hands a little cold.

I stare out at the hyperspace star lines, hypnotized by the beauty of the sight.

Suddenly there is a large jolt, forcing my back into his body behind me.

The star lines fade away till I see a beautiful planet.

I couldn't see any green but I could see light for all over one side of the planet.

The planet itself was huge, much bigger them my home planet. clearly full of technology I couldn't even dream of.

I gasp my hand coming up to cover my mouth. Even without any forests or any large body of water it was still a sight to behold.

The lack of nature a clear sigh of high class and innovation. No wonder it was the galaxy capital.

My back was still pressed tightly to Anakin's back. One hand of his was still on my shoulder the other coming across my front, Holding me to him.

I felt him lean down to my ear, he was waring his mask so I could see his face but from the sound of his voice he was smirking.

"Welcome to your new home my Empress."