#i wish i could lay down with her and get the puppy snuggles

[ivycats31]

Heather is in jail for the crime of being so sweet !!!

#shes just so smol #i love her i think #shes brave and awesome and amazing and so good and shes so dreamy #ivycats31 #i wish i could lay down with her and get the puppy snuggles

[sincerelyneo]

hiii can you repost hello angel? as a jaemin girl it was one of my favorite fics everrrr i read it everyday fr😭❤️

hey angel | n.jm

“i come alive when i hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound”

💿now playing: hey angel by one direction

❯ summary: You're Jaemin's best friend - so of course he loves to call you up late at night and hear your voice. He's definitely not calling because the sound of your voice turns him on - yeah definitely not that.

❯ pairings: jaemin x fem!reader

❯ genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff.

❯ words: 3.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, slight possessiveness?, begging, praise, heavy use of nicknames, reader uses she/her pronouns, just pure filth tbh, jaemin has a voice kink??

It was late and you were already in bed, snuggled deep and cozy in the sea of your blankets, when your best friend Jaemin called. He’s your closest friend and the person you were more than a little bit in love with — but you’d never risk telling him for fear of it ruining your friendship.

So even though it was late, and you were sleepy, you answered his call. To be fair, he’d answered plenty of your late-night phone calls over the years.

“Hey angel,” Jaemin greets in an eager tone.

You can hear the alcohol in his voice — that and Jaemin only ever used that nickname for you when he’d been drinking. Still, it never fails to send warmth curling through your heart. It felt like it was his way of wrapping you up in his strong arms whilst he wasn’t with you. 

“Annngelll,” your best friend continues in singsong, making you giggle softly. 

Jaemin’s voice sounds rough and gravelly, like he’d been shouting over a crowded bar all night. Which wasn't a surprise since it was his friend Jeno’s birthday tonight. And you knew your charming and extroverted best friend would never pass up the chance of a good time. 

Before you could respond to his greetings, Jaemin’s tone suddenly turned serious. “I missed you tonight.”

“Na Jaemin,” you try to match his quick change of mood, attempting a serious tone. But it was a losing battle as you tried to fight against the smile threatening to let loose at his statement. “You’re drunk—I bet you barely noticed I wasn’t there tonight.”

He grumbles and you hear fabric rustle like he was flopping back on his bed. You can’t help but imagine what he currently looked like: his body probably sprawled out on top of his comforter, the strands of his hair falling into his face as his head propped up on his pillows. He probably had one hand behind his head, his bicep bulging while his other hand held the phone to his ear.

You know it’s wrong, but your mind wonders if he was still in his clothes from the night or if he’d stripped down—knowing the fact that your best friend liked to sleep in his boxers.

But you were also familiar with intoxicated Jaemin, he likely hadn’t changed out of his clothes yet, too drunk, and tired to care. Still, that didn’t stop you from thinking about your best friend laying in his bed shirtless while he talked to you. 

“I may have had a couple drinks,” he admits grudgingly. “But of course, I missed my angel. I swear—cross my heart and hope to die—I was a good boy tonight,” he says with enough conviction that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re silly, Jaem.” There’s a warmth in your voice, and you have no hope of wiping the smile from your face even if you tried. 

Pulling the phone away from your ear to check the time, you felt bad and ask, “Why are you calling?”

A long, loud sigh came through the phone from your best friend. “I wanted to hear your voice,” he explains after a silent moment.

It was a cute sentiment, making you feel warm all over, and you wished you could talk to him longer. “Jaem,” you start, gentling your voice. “It’s late and you know I have to get up early. So, if that’s all, I’m going to hang up.”

“But I can’t sleep,” he whines, and you could hear the pout in his voice. Without even seeing his face, you knew he was deploying his puppy dog eyes. “Just talk to me for a few minutes, angel, please?”

“Fine,” you say with another sigh, folding instantly at the thought of imagining his gentle expression asking you. He’d learned long ago it was a sure way to make you give in. You’d fallen sucker to Jaemin’s big brown eyes, and he knew exactly how to use them. 

Resigning yourself to being tired at work the next day, you settled deeper into your pillows. Your voice gentle as you got comfortable. “But you can’t hold it against me if I fall asleep,” you warn.

“Deal.” His smugness at getting you to agree so easily was loud and clear through the phone even if you couldn’t see his self-satisfied smile. “How was your day, angel?” he asks as his bed sheets rustled again and you presumed he was settling in too.

Tired, but always happy to talk to your best friend, you told him about your day and complained about why you had to get up early the next morning. Your voice turns softer and sweeter as you get more and more tired. Jaemin’s does the same, getting even deeper and more husky as he told you about his day. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation, and you were about to tell him good night when he said something that surprised you enough to drag you away from the edge of sleep.

“Have I ever told you how hard your sleepy little voice makes me?” he asks, making a sound like he was biting back a groan. “I love calling you before you fall asleep, but I always gotta rub one out after.”

“Jaemin,” you say, voice going for stern, but not quite hitting the mark since it was still laced with sleepiness. “That is not true.”

“It is!” he insists, sounding more awake by the minute—and you were right there with him. “I’m hard right now.” He makes a soft sound, like a grunt.

Before you could stop yourself, you imagined him— still sprawled out on his bed — but this time he had a bulge in his jeans. In your mind’s eye, Jaemin grips his hard length through his jeans, stroking himself roughly. The thought makes you gasp softly, and you clench your thighs together against a sudden pulse in your core.

Jaemin must’ve heard the sound because you could hear the grin in his voice when he speaks again. “Tell me, angel, are you wearing one of my shirts tonight?” he asks gruffly.

You swallow heavily, trying to buy yourself some time. It felt like crossing a line to admit that you were wearing one of his shirts, but when Jaemim didn’t take the question back, you realise you’d had to answer. 

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Which one?” His voice is rough now, like sandpaper, but oh so eager.

“One of your varsity shirts from college—the one that says ‘Jaemin’ on the back,” you answer, unable to lie to your best friend even if you were a little shy to admit you still sleep in his shirts. You knew you didn’t need to be, since he clearly knew you slept in them. 

“I love it when you wear my shirts, angel,” Jaemin confesses. His tone now warm, like he was grinning and happy. It makes the last of your shyness disappear to hear him say that. 

“It lets everyone know you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours, Jaemin,” you protest half-heartedly. 

You weren’t, even if you desperately wanted to be his in every sense of the word.

“You’re my best friend,” he says, like there was no argument you could come up with to change his mind. “My best girl—that makes you mine.”

“Jaemin,” you exhale. 

You knew he was just talking about friendship, but you wished his words meant something different. You wished he felt the same way for you as you did for him.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he begs in a gruff voice. “Makin’ me so damn hard.”

You feel the blush rise to your cheeks and you go flustered, unsure what to do as Jaemin easily crosses lines you’d avoided delicately for years. But you didn’t want him to stop. The sound of his voice saying those things had wetness pooling between your thighs. So, you gave him what he wanted.

“Jaemin,” you repeat his name, voice breathier with your arousal, and he let out a happy hum.

“That’s my girl,” he says followed by a groan that is so low and husky, sending tingles racing through your entire body. “Fuck, I’m so hard,” he moans, a slight strain in his voice. “Do you mind, angel?”

It took a moment for your hazy mind to figure out what he was asking. Then, another to process that he was asking if you were okay with him stroking himself while he was on the phone with you. Your breath caught from a sudden surge of excitement. The voice that typically stops you from crossing the line with your best friend was conveniently quiet and all that was left was your need for him.

“I-I don’t mind, Jaem,” you answer softly, trying not to sound too eager.

The sound of him pulling down the zipper of his jeans was loud enough that you could hear it through the phone — and that alone sent a shiver down your spine. It was nothing, though, in comparison to the rough groan he makes as he grips his cock in his hand. 

“Fuck,” he curses.

You could feel yourself getting slicker from the sounds of him stroking himself. Distantly, you knew you were crossing a line by listening to him, by getting off on hearing your best friend pleasure himself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead, you found yourself holding your breath as you strained to hear him.

“What else are you wearing besides my shirt, angel?” his voice octaves lower than normal. The sound of it makes you squirm, your thighs clenching together harder. 

Biting your lip, you debated for a second whether to answer truthfully. You didn’t want to lie to your best friend and, you rationalise, you’d already crossed the line, hadn’t you?

“Just panties,” you whisper. 

You trail your hand down your chest over his shirt to toy with the hem where it had ridden up around your hips. Your fingers were dangerously close to slipping under the waistband your best friend had become oh so curious about.

“Just panties? Fucking hell, angel. What colour are they, huh?” He questions in his deep, rough voice.

You swallow thickly, wondering if he could hear how hot and bothered he was making you. You wonder if he knew you were so close to playing with yourself by the way your breath was getting faster. But you couldn’t stop yourself from answering. 

“They’re pink,” you say softly. 

“Angel,” Jaemin groans, thickened with need. “Fuck, I wanna bury my head between your thighs and kiss every single inch of you until you’re writhing under me, begging me to tear those panties off you.”

It was your turn to groan, and when you say, “Jaemin,” on a sharp exhale, you sound even more needy than anything else. Your fingers brushing over the hem of your panties, teasing yourself with whether or not you should dip beneath the fabric and touch yourself.

“You like that idea, angel?” He asks, a grin in his voice. “Like thinking about my mouth so close to your pussy.”

At his words, you couldn’t help but picture the scene. His head navigating between your legs, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you open so he could follow through on his promise. It was all too easy to imagine the way he’d look at you, mischief sparkling in his brown eyes as he slowly, teasingly kissed your mound over your panties, tongue sneaking out to lick the pink material. The picture he painted had you squirming in your bed. 

You couldn’t take it anymore, your fingers finally sliding into your panties, finding your pussy wet and swollen and needy.

When you don’t respond except with a sharp gasp, Jaemin asks, “Are you touching yourself?” 

His voice turns seductive. “You have to tell me if you are, angel—best friends tell each other this sort of thing. I have to know when you’re fingering your needy little cunt.”

“Oh god, Jaemin,” you cry softly, your breaths coming harsher. But you don’t for a second consider hiding what you were doing from your best friend. “Yes, I’m t-touching myself.”

“Good girl,” he praises, making warm pride curl through your chest as more wetness flooded your core. “Touch that pretty pussy for me.”

“H-how would you know it’s pretty?” you ask on a gasp, forcing the question out between hitching breaths as you slowly trace a finger around your dripping hole, teasing yourself and making you wetter.

“Because everything about you is pretty, angel. The way you laugh at me when I’m drunk, the way you bite your lip when you’re unsure, the way you look at me… fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.”

Your finger pauses and you suck in a deep breath, thoughts running chaotically. Jaemin had never complimented you like this before, and you couldn’t help yourself from asking a question you desperately wanted an answer to. 

“How do I look at you, Jaemin?” you ask in a small voice, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in the expression he’d just mentioned.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” he teases. “You look up at me, giving me the dirtiest fuck me eyes possible. Fluttering your pretty eyelashes like you’re begging me to bend you over every surface and stuff you full of my cock.” 

“Jaemin,” you cry out in a little sob, emotions and arousal swirling through your body completely overwhelming you for a moment. 

“I know angel,” Jaemin’s voice is soothing and deep. “I know you give those eyes to me.” 

He paused for a moment and all you could hear was his deep, steady breathing. 

“Because you’re mine, yeah?” There was a thread of uncertainty in his question, and it made your heart thump in response.

“Yeah,” you agree without hesitation, without protest. “I’m yours, Jaemin.” 

“Good,” he declares. Without giving you time to fully process what had just transpired between the two of you, Jaemin continues speaking, his voice diving an octave lower and growing rough. “Now slide one of your fingers into that pretty pussy of yours.” 

It was so easy to listen to him, to give yourself over to his command. Letting his deep voice reverberate in your head, heat curling all through your body down to the tips of your toes, as you press one of your fingers into your wet hole. A soft moan tumbles from your lips and you knew Jaemin heard it from the way he sucks in a breath.

“That’s it, angel, being so good for me,” his breaths coming harsher down the phone line. “Tell me how it feels.”

You sink into the sensations and the sound of his voice, letting your eyes fall closed. You feel like you’re floating in the soft sea of your bed as you pull your finger out and thrust it back inside your pussy. 

“Feels so good,” you answer in another moan.

Jaemin responds with a groan of his own. “Bet you’re fucking tight,” he says, breath heavy and raw. “Bet you’re clenching down on your little finger, aren’t you?”

Like your body was trained to respond to his voice, your pussy clenches around your finger at his words and you let out a hitching moan. But Jaemin doesn’t stop talking. His deep, hoarse voice fills your ears and makes you hotter and hotter.

“Fuck, angel, keep going—keep fingering that wet pussy for me while I stroke my dick to those sweet little sounds you make,” he urges, as he bit back his groans. You moan and gasp in response to his filthy words. “Fuckin’ hell, I wish it was your warm cunt gripping me right now, clenching hard around my thick cock while I fuck you.”

“Please,” you beg, not sure what exactly you were asking for but knowing you didn’t want him to stop talking. You add another finger to your dripping hole, crying out at the slight stretch.

“Would you like that, angel?” he asks, managing to fill his tone with teasing even as his heavy breaths gave away how turned on, he was. “Tell me—fucking tell me,” he prompts when you don’t respond, too busy fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of his voice.

A whine forces itself out of your lungs, the simple command sounding so filthy from your best friend’s mouth. “Yes, Jaem,” you whimper an answer between your gasping breaths. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck—fuck,” he groans almost painful. “The next time I see you, that pussy is mine. Gonna bury my face between your thighs and make you come on my tongue,” he promises. “Then I’m gonna shove my cock deep in your cunt and fuck you stupid.”

“Jaemin,” you sob out his name, fucking yourself harder as you picture your best friend hovering over you while you lay in his bed. You imagine how his body would start fucking you into the mattress, his cock buried deep in your pussy, your arms and legs wrapped around him — anything to be close to him. 

Through the phone, you hear the soft sound of Jaemin fucking himself into his own fist, the strain in his voice every time he spoke. 

Imagining your best friend sprawled on his bed, jeans open just enough for him to have his cock out, gripping and pumping his length roughly with his eyes squeezed shut. Thinking about him like that makes you whimper.

“Fuck—I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d look while I fuck you, angel,” he murmurs. “Wanna see my cock stretch you while I pound into you, wanna see your pretty lips swollen from my kisses as you moan for me, wanna see your eyes go all hazy as you get stupid on my cock.”

As he speaks, your thumb circles your clit and you moan loudly into the phone. Your best friend’s filthy words make your pussy clench down hard on your fingers as you get closer and closer to your release. 

“Don’t stop, Jaem, please don’t stop,” you beg breathlessly. Jaemin lets loose a deep groan in response to your desperate plea, the sound making your thighs clamp down hard around your hand. You wish your legs were wrapped around his waist instead of your wrist.

“Fuck your pussy, angel, nice and hard.”

You cry out as you force a third finger, making yourself stretch to take the intrusion. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, fuck yourself stupid to the sound of my voice,” he encourages. 

Even with how far gone you are, you can hear the cocky grin in his tone, but your body just flushes and clenches tight in response. Desperately, you fuck yourself harder, hips rocking into your hand, mind drowning in lust as you gasp and moan into the phone. Knowing he can hear you only urges you not to hold back. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaemin groans loudly, his breath coming in sharp pants. “Keep making those cute little sounds for me, my cock is aching for you—fuck!” The cockiness in his tone fades into desperation. 

“Jaemin,” his name tumbles past your lips. 

You’d said your best friend’s name countless times over the years, but never like this—never with your fingers buried deep in your cunt wishing it was his thick cock.

“Jaem, I need…” you trail off, not even knowing what you need, just knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.

“You need my cock, don’t you?” You can hear the way his grin curls at the edges of his mouth. “Need my cock just like I need your pussy.” He bit off the end of his sentence with a groan. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he moans. “Gonna come so hard to your sweet little moans, angel.”

You gasp and your back arches off your bed when you rub your thumb roughly over your clit. You moan so shamelessly for your best friend. “So close.” 

“When I fuck you,” he starts, cutting himself off abruptly as he groans again. “When I fuck you, angel, I’m gonna make you come so hard on my cock,” he promises, voice rough and deep you swear you can feel the pleasure from the sound shooting from your ear directly to your clit. “And while you’re screaming my name and coming all over my dick, I’m gonna bury myself in that sweet pussy and pump you full of my load—you want my come, angel?”

“Yes, Jaemin, please come inside me, fill me up,” you babble, so close to your own release you barely know what you’re saying. 

“That’s it. That’s my slutty little angel, begging for my come.” He groans, stroking himself faster. “Come for me, come for your best friend,” he commands, pausing to moan lowly. “Tell me who you belong to.” 

“I’m yours, Jaemin, all yours,” you cry out. With one more deep thrust of your fingers, the heel of your hand grinding against your clit, you come apart. 

You moan loudly as waves of pleasure surged through you, consuming you. Your limbs shaking as you wrench every ounce of pleasure from your release, fucking yourself through it as you breathe fast and harsh.

“That’s my good girl. Coming so sweetly for me, so perfect.” He grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You made me come so fucking hard, angel,” he mumbles, a little breathless.

Since you hadn’t fully regained control over your body, you just hummed in delight. You were still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, your lips turned in a smile while you listened to Jaemin catching his breath.

“Like hearing me come apart for you?” He teases the question. “Wish you were here to clean up the mess you made.” 

“Jaem,” you try to put some reproach into your voice but fail miserably as you giggle. 

“Don’t worry, you can help the next time I see you.”

The line goes quiet for a moment, the two of you gathering yourselves together. “You’re still my best girl, right?” he finally asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I’m your girl.”

“That’s good to hear,” he murmurs, sighing contentedly, and you can tell he was starting to drift off. “Because all of me is yours, angel. And I plan on showing you that when I’m back.”

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prompt 120 w gavi

Pretty Boyfriend~Pablo Gavi

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120-"do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

There is no denying that Pablo was smoking hot. I mean his good looks were half of the reason he got all the attention on him.

y/n felt so lucky to have him. Other than his attractive smile, bright eyes, and fluffy hair, he was the sweetest boyfriend ever.

He always managed to free his time to spend it with her. And always scheduled romantic dates and movie nights for the both of then.

The best part of dating The Pablo Gavi has got to be the cuddles. Other than the cuddles were he would wrap his arms around her waist and her head would be laying on his chest, y/n's favorite has got to be post-training cuddles.

Pablo would be drained from his training session. He would take a quick shower and rush to where y/n was. He'd lay his head on her chest and wrap his arms around her waist tightly.

y/n loved when he was needy for her attention. After laying on top of her, he would ask her to scartch his scalp or play with his hair. He just loved it and it brought him comfort.

They were now asleep in their bedroom. y/n was laying on top of Pablo with her arms around his torso and head laying on his chest.

Pablo was awaken by the sound of his alarm. He groaned lowly and turned it off so he won't wake up his girlfriend.

However, he heard shuffling indicating that she was now awake, or at least half awake since she never stirred in her sleep.

He looked down at her and saw that she was now facing him. She moved closer and put her head on his chest, where his heart was to be exact. She tightened her grip around his waist and pulled him closer to her.

"good morning princess" he whispered, putting his arms around her shoulder and running the other through her hair

"good morning pablo" she mumbled into his chest and snuggled deeper into him making him chuckle

"I have to get up baby. I have training today." he said, his voice still low while he was playing with her hair

"no just stay a bit more" she whined now looking at him, giving him her best puppy eyes

Pablo swore his heart could've melted at that moment

"I wish I could, but Xavi wasn't happy the last time I arrived late to practice" he mumbled into her hair, before slowly detaching her arms from around his body

She let out a groan but nodded her head anyways.

Pablo smiled and pressed a small kiss on her cheek, making her smile a bit before he got up and walked to the bathroom

After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, Pablo took off his shirt that now needed to be washed and walked back to the bathroom.

When he walked out of the bathroom, y/n's gaze quickly drifted to Pablo, who was walking around half naked.

He was collecting his stuff and putting them in his bag, when he felt y/n's gaze on him.

He turned to look at her, and saw her staring at him (more like his body) making him smirk

"do you like what you see, sweetheart?" his smirk only widening when he saw her quickly move her eyes away from him.

A small blush crept on her face before she looked at him again

"what can I say? I have a pretty boyfriend who is definitely worth the staring" she shrugged making Pablo laugh

After changing into his training kit, he walked to the bed where y/n was still laying.

"I'm gonna go now. Pedri is waiting for me outside. If you need anything just call me. I love you" he pressed a kiss on her head and was about to get up when she pulled him back down and placed her lips on his

"I love you too" she mumbled against his lips when they pulled away

He smiled pressing one last peck on her lips and walking outside his room.

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[wandafiction]

Pancakes And L Bombs - Just Us Chapter 35

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3861

Series List | Chapter 34 | Chapter 36

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"I'm hungry." Tommy interrupts Nathaniel's story about something that I have no clue about, he just keeps babbling on about aliens and space but we are all still huddled together just listening. 

"Me too." Billy pipes up.

"Me three." Nathaniel looks at me from the end of the bed.

We have all shuffled around, since I kept losing feeling in my limbs with everyone on top of me. I am currently in the center of the bed, sitting up with my back to the headboard, Wanda is laying down on my left with her head in my lap as I weave my hand through her hair and allow her to play with my fingers of my other hand. She is so cute and very much just like a puppy who loves attention. Nathaniel is sitting with his tiny butt on my shins, his legs in the small gap between mine as he leans back a little against my feet using them as a cushion. 

Tommy seems to be like his mom when it comes to physical contact as he is on my right side leaning against me, with my arm wrapped around his shoulders he has one hand on his lap while the other is holding onto Wanda's free one that is resting on my leg. Billy seems to have become quite protective, much like an older brother, towards Nathaniel because he is currently sat behind Nathaniel. Behind my feet because I am not dealing with two humans on my leg. His arms wrapped haphazardly around his little body, as he rests his chin on the crown of his head. Billy is also allowing Nathaniel to play with his hands, which consists of a lot of pulling of his fingers and clapping his hands together. It is so cute my heart can't take it.

"You hungry Wanda?" Her head turns upwards to look at me, a small smile plastered on her face.

"I could say yes to some of your famous pancakes." I look around at the other faces.

"Pancakes good with everyone else?" Everyone nods their heads excitedly at me. "Good because I make some killer pancakes and I haven't made them in a while."

Now even though me and Wanda are all cuddly at the moment we haven't actually told the boys about us, and when I say boys I mean Tommy. But it's not hard to see what's right in front of you, and I wish I could read Wanda's mind to know what she is thinking right now. I know Billy knows and is perfectly okay with it, Nathaniel is too young to know 100% what's happening but he is also not supid. Tommy keeps giving me a look, not a threatening or confused, but he looks at me then down to his mom and just smiles back up at me. I think he knows, no I know he knows but I also think Wanda wants to tell him just so everyone is on the same page.

"I can hear your thoughts from down here Y/n." I'm broken out of my train of thought by Wanda's raspy voice. I can hear a small amount of her accent present in her voice. I noticed she hides it more in front of her friends but it comes out when she is with her boys.

"You can speak normally Wanda, I think Nathaniel would find your accent pretty cool." She snuggles her face more into my lap and I feel her smile against me.

"You have an accent? That's so freaking cool, American people are so boring!" Nathaniel lifts himself a little so he can shuffle up my body, his feet are now against mine and his stomach is on my legs as he rests his head on my thighs to look up at Wanda.

"I do indeed little one?" I fawn over Wanda as she lets her full accent slip out, removing her hand from mine and gently weaving it into Nathaniel's short hair before cupping his cheek. 

"Woah. I love it." I feel Wanda giggle into my lap as she rubs her thumb against Nathaniel's cheek and he leans into her touch more. 

"Even though I am enjoying sitting in bed doing nothing, I need to get up to make pancakes." I say out loud as my stomach grumbles and Nathaniel laughs against my leg while Wanda turns her head to look at me.

"That was right next to my ear." She whines up at me cringing at the thought of the sound.

"Well if you got up from her lap she could go and make food then you can relax against her all you want without weird whale noises ruining the moment." Billy gives his mom a cheeky grin and I lean across to high five him.

"Your child is right. Up or no pancakes." I hear Wanda gasp and scramble to get off my lap.

"Rude, that is rude. You can't threaten me with no pancakes to get your way." She pouts at me knowing exactly what she is doing and I have to refrain from kissing her.

"She's right though mama she can't cook pancakes if she is still in bed." I laugh aloud when Wanda's hand makes contact with Tommy's thigh at his cheekiness but he earns a high five from me.

"I'm up see, not on her lap she can easily get up and go." Wanda tries to act angry but the small smile on her face doesn't go unnoticed by us. 

"Aww is mama all sad she is going to miss out on her big Y/n bear hugs." Billy moves to sit next to Wanda bumping her shoulder as she grumbles. 

"Nope. Not one bit." Wanda tries to act stern but it's really not working and me and the boys are trying hard not to laugh.

"So you're saying if Y/n left this room right now without giving you a hug. Just up and left to make food, you would be okay and wouldn't chase after her for a cuddle?" Tommy leans his head forward looking past me to his mom to see her reaction, she grumbles a little and sticks her tongue out at the boy.

"No, I mean yes I would be completely fine." Wanda's arms are crossed against her chest as she sits criss-cross applesauce sauce trying to force a pout onto her lips. 

"Should we test it out. Y/n, Nathaniel, let's go make those pancakes." Billy climbs off the bed leaning over to grab Nathaniel holding him against his chest to carry him downstairs. 

I turn to see Wanda's eyes widen slightly but she regains her composure a little still trying to act like it won't bother her. Her hands land in her lap, starting to fiddle with her fingers as she looks down at them hiding her true emotions. Oh my poor baby. Billy taps my foot to bring me out of my thoughts and I slide my butt along the bed slowly until I'm at the edge. Wanda hasn't moved but I can see her look at me through the corner of her eye. Okay then let's see how long she lasts.

I push myself off the bed turning back to see Tommy has a smirk on his face and his waving his hand at me to keep going. So I do. Billy and Nathaniel exit the room first while I hold the door open for them. Tommy is still on the bed with his mom and I tilt my head in question but he just waves me off trying to get a reaction out of his mom. 

As I exit the threshold of the bedroom, I hear the bed sheets rustling and the padding of feet against the carpeted floor. I feel her arms wrap around me from behind, her head between my shoulder blades squeezing me tightly. Her hands come to rest on my abdomen, I remove them gently, hearing a protesting whine leave her lips but she smiles at me when she realises I am just turning around to look at her. I wrap my arms over her shoulders bringing her face to my chest, I can feel her leave small pecks against it obviously not caring that the boys can see it too.

"Okay you got me. I like cuddles." Tommy and Billy laugh while Nathaniel awws which makes Wanda's smile grow. 

"Never do that again." Wanda looks up at me with pleading eyes.

"Never."

"Promise."

"I promise." I look past Wanda to see Tommy with a huge smile on his face looking at his mom, then to me and his smile seems to grow.

"Mama, why don't we let the boys and Y/n cook us pancakes." Wanda turns to look at Tommy as he suggests the idea.

"Um, okay. Everything alright?" Her eyes look worried as she looks back to me and I can guess what is going on in that beautiful mind of hers.

"I will leave you two to talk." I bend down slightly to whisper to Wanda. "He looks happy Wands try not to worry."

"Wands?" She smiles so bright I swear I need sunglasses. 

"Yeah, I thought I would try it out. You like it?"

"I do."

"Good. Now we will be downstairs when you guys are done."

"Okay." I let go of Wanda as she takes a few steps back in the room, my eyes go to Tommy who smiles and nods at me.

I turn around heading downstairs to join the boys who are already in the kitchen getting all the pans and mixing bowels out. I smile when I see the sight. Nathaniel is on the counter top swinging his legs in the air as Billy searches the cupboards for everything we need to make the pancakes. Nathaniel lists a few things he wants with his pancakes and Billy easily follows and grabs stuff out of the fridge, smiling at Nathaniel's smile. 

"Did we win?" Is the first thing Billy asks me upon entering the kitchen.

"We sure did." He comes up to me, for what I expect is a high five but in reality he hugs me tight. As he is hugging me I realise how tall he is as his head comes to just in line with my chin. "You're taller than your mother. I bet she hates that?"

"Yeah, I inherited my dad's tall genes and Tommy seems to have inherited my mom's height."

"Well she is still quite tall."

"Yes but not as tall as us." I see him look past me, so I turn my head to see Wanda leaning against the door frame as Tommy makes his way into the kitchen tickling Nathaniel as he passes. "Hey mom." 

"You two good there. You need a moment?" Wanda smiles at the sight as Billy is still hugging me.

"No, we are good just celebrating our win."

"Your win?" She curls an eyebrow in question.

"Yeah about how you can't keep your hands off Y/n." I choke on my spot and Wanda's face turns a dark red at Billy's choice of words. "Ew gross no I meant how you like physical touch….you know what never mind you know what I mean."

Billy playfully pushes me off of him in fake disgust, and I hold my hands up in surrender. He makes his way back to the ingredients and starts to measure them out for me while Tommy turns on some light music and starts dancing and singing in front of Nathaniel who is giggling his head off, wiggling his butt against the counter with the music. Wanda is still leaning against the door frame so I send her a small wink, which she smiles widely at, before I make my way to Billy to start making the food.

(Wanda PoV)

I watch as Y/n heads out of the room to go and make us all some food, turning around I see Tommy on the bed sitting criss-cross applesauce with a small smile on his face. He pats the space next to him, and I feel my stomach drop through my ass with nerves. Holy shit. I know that he knows that I know he knows, and all he is doing is smiling at me and patting the bed. How is he so calm? I take in a deep breath before releasing it through my mouth, making my way over to the bed. I place myself on the left hand side of the bed, my back against the headboard and pull the covers over my legs slightly because they are getting a little cold where I am in shorts and a shirt.

Tommy shuffles his butt across the bed to sit in front of me so I pull my legs up slightly, folding my arms on top of my knee and placing my chin on the back of my hands. I tap my foot against the bed as my nerves begin to build up, biting the corner of my lip to try and calm myself down a little and bring me back to my son who is sitting in front of me. I wearily search his eyes for any sort of emotion, but before I can get a definitive one he raises his hands up taking one of mine into each of his and starts rubbing his thumbs along my knuckles. 

"It's okay mama." I feel my lip start to quiver and the tears threaten to make an appearance. "I just want to ask a few things. Is that okay?"

"Sure honey." He brings my hands together clasping them inside his and the warmth I feel from them calms me down a little.

"How did you two meet?" Tommy and Billy have always been protective of me, Tommy more so than Billy so I expected questions. I'm just not sure which questions to expect, so I am going to be open and honest with him.

"We met at a bar, when I went out with my friends." He keeps rubbing his thumbs against my knuckles, not once does he stop knowing it will help keep me calm.

"Does she know about dad?" Okay I didn't expect that question, I furrow my brows slightly but relax when he reassures me that he just wants to know more about the situation.

"She does. She knows we divorced two years ago, she knows how he cheated and is with the very same woman. She knows that he wasn't the best husband but is a good father to you." 

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure I could talk about dad in front of her."

"You can. She lets me talk about him when I need to rant about something he did or didn't do in the past." I smile at the memory of her telling me it's okay to talk about.

"That's really amazing of her."

"Mhmm, she's amazing."

"She is. Next question." I look up to meet his eyes only seeing love in them. "How long have you been together?"

"I asked her last Saturday. She said yes obviously." Tommy laughs a little, shaking his head at me and looks right back at me with those oh so caring eyes.

"How long were you seeing her before that?" I stay quiet as I do the maths in my head.

"Something like two weeks. It's the 2nd right?" I'm still trying to work it out, but am amazed at how quickly we are moving. It's quite scary but it just feels so right.

"Yeah, we are in October now mama."

"Okay, then yeah about 2 weeks before I asked her out. We met on the 10th of September and I asked her to be my girlfriend on the 25th." Tommy nods his head a little as he takes in the information.

"So you guys are moving quite quickly. How are you feeling about that?"

"So many things Tommy. It's scary how much I feel towards her in just this short amount of time. It's scary and nerve racking but at the same time it feels amazing and I feel so safe with her. It's like I am feeling every emotion all at once but the one that stands out the most is…."

"Love." My eyes widen slightly and stay locked to Tommy's. "You love her mama. Don't you?"

"I do. So, so much Tommy." I see a huge smile grow on his face causing his eyes to almost close. My nerves all but dissipate at this point as a matching smile grows on my face at my admission of my feelings. "I really do love her."

"Does she treat you right?" 

"Amazingly Tommy, you saw how she was this morning." He nods for me to continue. "Well she is like that everyday. She cares about what I have to say, and what I'm feeling. She is so patient with me, as this whole thing is new I'm still learning about myself and she has been there with me the whole time. She answers my questions with no judgement, especially when I think it's a stupid question but she simply tells me that I am allowed to ask those question. Tommy she is just, ugh, words can't describe it." 

"She sounds truly amazing, mama. I'm so happy to be able to see you smile like this again, to be able to feel safe and comfortable with whatever it is you are thinking or feeling. One last question. Are you happy?"

"Tommy there are not enough words in the dictionary to describe how I am feeling. I just feel so buoyant and exuberant. It's exhilarating, truly it is. This feeling is so euphoric and freeing. I never thought anyone could make me feel this way." I struggle to wrap my head around what I am feeling let alone describe it to someone but the smile on Tommy's face lets me know he gets it.

"I'm so happy for you mama." I see a tear escape his eye and I feel my own eyes sting with tears at my boy's words, my lips turning downward slightly as I try to control my emotions. But when he lurches forward and brings me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him and hold onto his t-shirt for dear life. 

He lets me cry, happy tears, into his shoulder for as long as I need as his hands rub up and down my back helong to calm me down. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear just repeating how happy he is for me and how he can't wait to get to know Y/n more. When I finally pull away from the embrace, wiping what's left of my tears, I cup Tommy's face with both hands making sure he is looking at me when I ask him what I'm about to ask him.

"Are you happy with Y/n being a part of our lives more? Now don't lie, tell me the truth."

"I'm extremely happy mama. I really like her and I know Billy does too. We really like Nathaniel too, he is like a little brother already." 

"I love you Tommy." I kiss his forehead before climbing off the bed and ushering him to follow me downstairs.

"I love you too mama." He kisses me on the cheek and heads into the kitchen as I lean against the doorframe. 

I've been watching Y/n and the boys, well Billy because the other two are having a dance party, cooking the pancakes and the sweet aroma filling my lungs. I haven't moved from the door frame too in awe at the sight in front of me, afraid that if I moved the moment in front of me would end. Billy bumps his hip against Y/n as she wipes pancake mix onto his face, but he gets her back almost immediately by wiping both his grubby hands on her face. At first I'm not sure how she will react because her body freezes, and she turns to look at Billy as he takes a step back. I relax a little when an evil grin makes its way onto Y/n's face and she reaches out her arms to grab Billy by the waist and tickles him. 

His screams of laughter fill the kitchen, making the other two boys stop their dance party and turn around. Billy's legs are flailing in the air as he tries to escape Y/n's grasps, but his brother decides to team up with her and wraps his arms around his legs to keep them still. Nathaniel decides he wants to join in so starts tickling Billy's feet, Tommy informing his brother to try not to kick around so much.

Once he pleads with them to stop, Y/n ushers the other boys away, placing Billy back on the ground so he can catch his breath and compose himself. She asks if he is okay, and he lets out a tired 'yeah I'm good'. From all the playfulness the kitchen and the children, yes that includes Y/n, are covered in pancake mix and other ingredients. 

"Right boys, why don't you go get showered and sorted while I make a fresh batch of pancakes. They should be done by the time you get downstairs and then I can take a shower and get myself cleaned." Y/n grabs a kitchen towel wiping her face off as best she can as the boys let out a chorus of okays moving past me to head upstairs but not before I give all three of them a peck on the forehead as price for passage out of the kitchen.

Y/n sways her hips as she walks over to me slowly snaking her arms around my hips to pull me closer, I let a small gasp out at the contact between our bodies. I look up into her eyes full of so much emotion, my heart feels like it's about to explode with the way she is looking at me. I couldn't care less right now that she is covered in pancake mix, as I snake my arms around her waist resting my head gently on her chest. I breathe her in, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon fills my airways and I smile at it. I love how she smells. 

I look up at her resting my chin on her sternum, as she puts her chin down towards her neck so she can look at me. We have what feels like a silent conversation as our eyes move in sync with one another. My breath is taken away from me as the light catches her eyes and the amber and blue burn so brightly it almost hurts. I lick my lips to wet them standing on my tiptoes, slowly moving my lips to hers as they dance together. When air becomes an issue I pull away to look back up at her. This is it. This is what I want to feel like the rest of my life, I am certain.

"I love you."

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

[footprintsinthesxnd]

It’s Not Christmas Without You

Hello @supervalcsi I am your Secret Santa for @hbowardaily secret santa. I’ll prewarn you this fic is a bit angsty (like a little bit 😂) but I heared that you like angst so I’m hoping it’s okay. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Warnings: very angsty, mentions of death and images of war

Johnny had always loved the festive season, the lights, the carols, the food and the general feeling that no matter what the year threw at them they would make it to the next Christmas. But this year Johnny didn’t feel even remotely festive. He couldn’t see any hope of him making it through the night, let alone the next year. The artillery barrage had finally ceased, and debris lay strewn across the once crisp, white landscape. Fallen branches blocked his view of the front line but he knew they were there, hiding… waiting.

Loud footsteps drew him from his thoughts as a figure stood over him, blocking his view of the sky that for once was clear. Blue smudges spread between the grey clouds almost like a sign of hope.

“Hey Martin, whatcha thinking about?” Y/n all but threw herself down beside him, her characteristic smile on her face, the wide grin that no matter how down you felt on your luck, could make you smile too.

“That we’re doomed.”

Y/n snorted, “Well you got out of the wrong side of your foxhole this morning.” She rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Well, we are. Kraut artillery is hammering us every chance they get, and when they aren’t shelling us the damn cold sets in and you all but freeze your balls off.”

“Come on Martin, don’t be like that. We’re alive aren’t we, that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, just,” Johnny grumbled, snuggling further into his jacket and shoving his glove-clad hands even deeper into his pockets.

“Right you old Scrooge, you’re coming with me,” she stood, grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him from the depths of his foxhole.

“Who the hell is Scrooge?” Johnny moaned, trailing behind her like a dejected puppy.

“You don’t know who Scrooge is? From ‘A Christmas Carol? Charles Dickens?” Johnny continued to look at her blankly.

“I wish Webster was here, he’d know who I was talking about.”

Johnny laughed, “Yeah good old Webster, couldn’t even go AWOL to help us in this shit. I bet he’s really nice and warm back in that hospital.”

Y/n sighed, turning around to face him, “Don’t be such a downer. I’m glad Webster’s not here. It means he’s safe which means one less of my friends could die at any second. Now I’ll take that as a win.”

Johnny had to admit that it was nice to know that at least one of Easy Company wouldn’t go through this debacle.

“Now come with me and try to smile at least.”

Johnny followed Y/n, walking past foxholes filled with their friends who were still deep in slumber, taking advantage of the few hours of peace.

They approached Y/n's foxhole that she shared with Eugene and she gestured towards the small fir tree that stood a few meters from the hole. Around the tree was strung some rope with rudimental Christmas decorations of fir cones and leaves, a few scraps of red fabric that Johnny wasn’t sure where Y/n had gotten it from.

“What is all this?” He asked, disbelief and confusion evident in his handsome features.

“It’s our Christmas tree and this…” Y/n dug into her pocket and pulled out a ragged looking lump, “is your Christmas present. I’m sorry it’s not much. It was all I could get in Bastogne when I went in at the last supply drop.” Johnny’s face softened, and he lifted his hand, brushing it gently against her frozen cheek.

“I’m sure it’s perfect.” He unwrapped the bandage material from around the gift and found a small, ceramic angel ornament inside.

Johnny's face crinkled into a smile and his eyes shone brightly as he looked down at the angel.

“Thank you, Y/n but you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Y/n interrupted, her bright eyes staring up at him through hooded lashes. Johnny had never truly appreciated her beauty until now. The way her hair hung down framing her face, her nose scrunched as she laughed at jokes that George would tell her, the way her forehead creased as she glared at Skip as he won another bet against her. Even now all covered in the dirt and grime of the Bois Jacque she was a picture of beauty.

“Y/n, could I ask you something?” Johnny felt himself growing nervous, his mouth felt dry and his left eye twitched as he tried to find the right words.

“Of course.”

“Well, you know as it’s Christmas… and well we might not make it through the next year… I was just wondering if I could…”

Y/n having grown impatient by Johnny stuttering, grabbed the lapel of his coat and yanked him towards her. “Yes,” she replied before placing her lips against his. The kiss was soft and full of feeling. Johnny felt himself winding his arms around her waist as Y/n fingers delved into his hair, tugging at the grimy, brown lock. Johnny normally would have felt self-conscious about his appearance but at that moment all he could think of was the woman in his arms.

When they pulled away, both couldn’t help the large smile that grew across their lips.

“Merry Christmas Y/L/N.”

“Merry Christmas Martin.”

“Hey Luz, you owe me 20 bucks,” Skip mouthed across the snowy ground to where George was sheltering in his foxhole.

“Fuck off, it’s Christmas for Christ's sake,” George grumbled, shoving his helmet further over his head to shield himself from Skip's view.

“I’d pay up if I were you, Luz. Skip owes Bull money and if you don’t pay up, he can’t pay Bull. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of Randleman,” Malarkey confessed, looking up from his canteen of steaming coffee.

“Yeah right! Bull’s not going to do anything to me,” George’s laughter soon ceased as a large snowball hit the back of his helmet, splattering down his back and allowing the ice to penetrate his winter coat.

“That son of a bitch!”

“Pay up, Luz!” Bull’s hearty laughter could be heard from a few feet away and George sighed.

“After everything I do for you lot. All those Hershey bars I saved for you guys and this is how you repay me. Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

That was last Christmas. 1944. Amid the Ardennes, the snow created a frozen wasteland where the dead lay in shallow graves, forgotten by many.

Patty was bustling around the kitchen, clattering pots and pans while she had left Johnny in charge of decorating the tree with the children. The kids were messing around while Johnny half-heartedly dug through the box of decorations until his fingers brushed against something smooth, familiar, cold to the touch. He pulled the ornament free and with a shaky breath he ran his thumb over the dusty angel. It still had mud crusted to one of its wings and the other hung slightly lopsided where Webster and his clumsy hands had dropped it in Haguenau. Johnny didn’t realise he was crying until Patty laid her hand on his shoulder making him jump.

“Oh Johnny, it’s beautiful. Here let me hang it on the tree,” she reached forward for it but Johnny snatched his hand away.

“No!” He snapped, “Don’t touch it… don’t…” Patty looked a little hurt but she knew her husband didn’t mean it out of malice. He was hurting more than he’d ever admit and she knew the war had been hard on them all but Johnny would never talk about who he’d lost.

“You got it Belgium, didn’t you?” She asked, trying to coax her husband to share his feelings.

“Yes,” he whispered, looking down through blurry eyes at the simple figure. “A friend gave it to me.”

Patty nodded, moving around to crouch in front of her husband.

“Well, how about we put it on the tree? To remember him by. I know he meant a lot to you.”

Johnny stood, moving across the room in slow motion. As the ornament connected with the branch of the tree, it felt like the whole world stopped for just a moment. He was back in the forest, snow covering his helmet as he walked hand in hand with Y/n. Her cold fingers wrapped tightly in his palm, her laughter wafting through the trees.

Patty’s hand slipped into Johnny’s and she squeezed it gently, resting her head on her husband's shoulder she hummed, “I would have liked to have met him.”

Johnny cocked his head to look at his wife, “I wish you had too. They were taken from me far too soon.”

The couple stood silently side by side, their children playing at their feet while music from the radio drifted around them. Johnny felt a single tear trail down his cheek.

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

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#Johnny Martin #johnny martin x reader #band of brothers #hbowardaily #hbowar daily’s secret Santa #hbowarsanta23

[uchihaharlot]

Shisui talking to his child.

Shisui: go tell mom that you want a little sibling😊

Child: But I want a dog🤨

What would Shisui do if he had a child who wanted to remain an only child?

ohhhh nonny.

You and I think a lot a like!! 🥹 Though, and I've said it before and I say it again. You cannot outwit a master manipulator...

NSFW; Shisui being much like a damn kid with his son; what a lucky man; I wish I were his wife; white wine induced writing; ya'll getting blue balled here too 😈

While Shisui is definitely a shinobi with integrity, he regularly barters with his son. Candy, toys...a puppy?? This is a little more than just a simple request from his dear heart little one. And Shisui adores his first born tremendously. Would give up his right so to speak.

That being said, there is a tit for tat he wants to run by his shit grinning kid, as he is asked for a four legged friend. Ultimately he's gonna get the damn puppy regardless, he wants a dog too...but his son is nearly six. Which means Shisui has only bred his wife in theory over the years, and birth control is a real bitch.

'Sounds good pumpkin,' gives his son a charming smile. 'I'll make you a deal.'

Now, Shisui needs to be smart about this. He hasn't necessarily had the talk on the birds and the bees with his boy. His son is essentially a fingerprint of his own genius and Shisui does't really deign going into detail daddy's need to fill mommy with his seed.

'Ok Papa.' Gods his kid is cute, but devious as hell.

'Ask mommy very nicely,' he pauses, thinking appropriately the next words, 'tell her you want a little sibling.'

This damn kid tilts his head, 'why?'

Ok, this is a good time to bitch about kids not doing as they're told. 'Because, just tell her and then we can get a puppy.' Tries not to baby talk his own kid, but he's just so damn cute and menacing. Like his father.

'What if I don't want a sibling?' Little fucker tilts his head, again, but in the opposite direction.

Now, Shisui is not what I would call a desperate man. But with this? He might be. 'If you want the puppy, you need a sibling. Dogs are a lot of care and you're gonna need someone ton help pick up after it when the puppy gets bigger.'

'...Why?' Shisui rubs a palm over his face, and smiles wickedly kind at his patience testing kid.

'Thats how this deal works kiddo.'

'But...' Shisui is forced to listen to little boy ramble off the plethora of peers with animals and no siblings. Even adds that is why most of them have an animal companion to begin with.

It seems luck is not on Shisui's side today. The damn kid is a cock block, not really but, for the love of the gods. If Shisui has to pull out again he's going to impale his forlorn heart on a steak.

Cue his lovely, and adoring wife. They lay in bed. Her reading, Shisui going over some scrolls. Mundane absentminded conversation between the two as they wind down and snuggle into bed.

Silence is usually the last thing Shisui notices before falling asleep, but his wife so sweetly big spoons him. And, well, she's quelled their silence with three simple words whispered at the nape of his neck.

'...a puppy, huh?' Snakes her soft hand over his chest, it only goes lower.

Let's get this straight, Shisui never gets nervous. He faces enemies on a regular basis, but his damn wife asking about the puppy their son begged for earlier didn't fall short on her eager ears. He groans, out of arousal and disbelief that she heard them.

'Heh... You heard all that?' Not so much a nervous chuckle as it was a soft exhale. Her dainty little fingers are already slipping into his pajama pants.

'Only the important parts...'

She needn't say anything else. Shisui was on her before she could even register the two fingers that squelch in her cunt. Goddamn heat seeking fingers. 'So are we getting a puppy?'

When Shisui looks at her like she held all the answers, fingers crooking in soft wet pussy, coaxing her to cum with sharingan eyes. Sexual coercion was his best quality in the bedroom. That and his cock.

'Yea..' Bitch, yea. They're having another baby. Right here, right now. 'Don't even need...to ask.' So beautiful when she's halfway to cumming and wetting his lips with a desperate swipe off her tongue.

#shisui uchiha #uchiha clan #shisui headcanons #uchiha shisui #uchiha headcanons

[love-toxin]

I’ve just been totally devouring your page and I have to imagine Robin is the type out of the yandere fruity four, to just come home with a puppy for you, because you were talking about how cute they were.

I think Eddie would be happy. Mum and dad would be pissed. But Nancy and Steve would learn to love the cute pup, especially because you loved it. Also, it reminds them of you, so they can snuggle it on their laps if they can’t reach you

oh 🥺🥺 robbie my love....

cws: polyamoury, post-s4, mostly robin pov, insecurity, mentions of recovery (injuries, hospitalization, meds), domestic arguing, a slight twinge of yandere, angst with a happy ending, fluff, fem pronouns.

It seems like, out of all of you, you're the only one that's happy to see Robin coming up to the front door.

It's the late fall of 1986, and the surprise she'd had for you had already been ruined a little bit--you had rushed out to the door to meet her as she walked up, and the cardboard box she'd been carrying had already started barking before she could set it up--but your overjoyed squeals of excitement when she opened the flap and showed you your new puppy were to die for, they made all that hassle of haggling for the little guy and carting him halfway across Hawkins to Steve's house completely worth it.

However, she knows there's a storm coming. Nancy and Steve? Not gonna be so happy with it. And it's not like she's got her own place to keep it if they don't want it in the house--the one that Steve grew up in is your group home, his parents having long moved out of Hawkins and left you all to your own devices. Nancy especially had been very clear about Robin's idea when she had brought it up initially, the same night you had gushed over a puppy you'd seen being walked out by the grocery store, and wishing you could have one of your own.

"We're not having an animal in this house. We have too many responsibilities as it is--and I'm not taking care of it if you don't."

Nancy's warning rings in her ears and somewhat spoils the enjoyment she's got out of your gleeful smile, but even still, it's hard not to let one of her own slip out when she's watching you giggle and scratch the baby lab's ears as he rolls around on the living room floor. The shag carpeting cushions the bruises on her knees as she sits across from you, occasionally lifting her hand to pat your new puppy's soft, chocolate-furred little head as he yips excitedly and oscillates wildly between both sources of attention.

To be completely honest, things really haven't been going well with Nancy or with Steve, lately. Arguments have been cropping up left and right and they've all been trying to hide it from you, trying not to let you see them angry at each other when you've already got so much on your plate. Nancy especially, she just...she doesn't understand her, and it's been getting more and more frustrating to communicate, especially when the three of them have taken on the bulk of the job of keeping your collective lives private. It feels like those two are more obsessed with keeping you in the house than making sure you're happy, it's actually gotten to the point of being concerning. So, yeah, maybe this decision was spurred on a little bit out of spite, and maybe that's a little immature, but....is it not worth it to see you so relaxed for once?

"Robbie, what's his name?" You draw your legs up to sit criss-cross, and he dives into your lap to snuggle and roll all over your legs, clad in a pair of Steve's old gray sweatpants.

"It's...whatever you want it to be." She smiles back, sober still, but relieved at least that she has your favour for giving you such a perfect gift.

"I get to pick? Really?!"

"Of course you do! I got him for you. I...I'm glad you like him, I mean, I hope you like him, but-" Her rambling stops only when you lay a hand on her knee, the wiggly little animal finally settling down as he gnaws on your other hand like a makeshift chew toy.

"I love him, baby. He's perfect. And you're the best girlfriend in the whole world."

No, her heart doesn't stop right then. Her heart bursts, bright eyes wide and soft with tears that just barely don't make it to the surface, and Robin's shoulders slump with relief like all the heaviness in her chest has completely evaporated. She's been carrying the weight since she woke up this morning, and decided to go get that puppy she had seen someone's ad for in the paper days ago. The uncertainty of whether she should have done it still lurks in the back of her mind, because she knows those two are gonna be pissed at her, but it was for your happiness....and she's got that now. She's got to see you smile after weeks upon weeks of despair. No amount of potential arguments aren't worth that.

"Can we go show Eddie?" You whisper, gathering your pup into your arms so he nuzzles up into the crook of your elbow like he belongs there. Still in a haze, she nods and lets you help her to her feet, her heart starting to pound again when you round the corner of the hall and climb the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom is Steve and Nancy's now, the two guest rooms are reserved for you and Robin, and Steve's old room just off the top of the stairs....you let her turn the knob as you have your hands full, and you both make sure to enter on light feet into the renovated bedroom.

The walls have been repainted, those horrible stripes gone and some dark red colour splashed on in its place. You had gone to the trouble of pinning up some of the posters from Eddie's old room in the trailer, and had decorated with a couple plants and some other knickknacks and mementos, courtesy of uncle Wayne. Plus his guitar of course, sitting on a stand by the window, just waiting for its owner to pick it up and play it again.

The downside of the otherwise quaint little room, however, is the hospital bed that's set parallel to the window, arranged in the same place that Steve's bed once was before he moved into the bigger room with Nancy. Thankfully the machines that once accompanied it have been moved out, and replaced with bottles and labeled boxes filled with medication that are neatly stacked underneath the side table next to it--many of which are near unpronouncable, yet you're totally familiar with each one and have memorized the routine with which to take them. Because you're amazing.

"Eddie? You awake, baby?" Your hands full with the fortunately settled puppy, you let Robin wander over and touch his bare arm over the blankets. He's pale, and cool to the touch, eyes shut and hair fanned out over his pillow as he sleeps, and she wonders for a panic-stricken moment if somehow he's not here anymore--but then he exhales a breath, and she immediately relaxes.

Eddie's been bound here for a while now, having come straight from the hospital to the Harrington house as soon as he was stable enough to make the trip. The aftermath of the "earthquake" and the unrest of the town has since settled down (with the help of some very persuasive people high up) but Eddie, your sweet Eddie, has suffered more than anybody else has. The four of you have taken care of him since the demobat attack, but you've gone above and beyond--Robin's watched you stay up late by his side, organize his medications, read to him, bathe him, feed him, change his clothes, everything. You kiss him awake every morning and tuck him in every night, and she knows that if he never recovered, you would do so for the rest of your life. She's just lucky he's on the mend, as evident by the way his eyes suddenly shoot open and he sits up in his bed with a shout, arms outstretched like a zombie.

"Ah-!" You both shriek right back, the puppy startled too and letting out a string of barks while Eddie laughs at his ill-timed prank. Being babied to hell and back for weeks has certainly not helped his mischievous streak, but his wincing as he lays back down is some sort of payback--but his smile doesn't wane, and he looks up at both you and her with joy clear in his eyes.

"God, Eddie, you prick." She huffs, swatting his arm in the one place he's not covered in bandages.

"Aw, did I scare you, Buckley? Wanna cuddle me for safety?" She flips him the middle finger, and he cackles again, not an ounce of malice in his voice especially when he directs it at you. "Who's this little guy? Don't tell me Stevie finally yanked that stick outta his ass and let you get a pet."

He reaches out, and you gently lay the puppy on his chest, holding your hand down on his butt to keep him from wiggling too much and hurting your love--but Eddie seems too happy to mind, scratching the little guy's ears and immediately making a friend as the pup starts licking all over his face.

"What Steve doesn't know won't hurt him." Robin answers, her confidence drained as she fiddles with the rings on her hands because she actually has no idea what she's gonna do, or what he's gonna do when he does find out.

"Won't hurt me, huh?"

All three pairs of eyes turn towards the door when that voice rings clear, Robin's heart dropping straight into her shoes when she sees Steve leaning on the doorframe. His arms crossed over his chest, and his brow furrowed, she knows right away that she's in deep, deep shit. He cocks his head and straightens up, moving to stand by the open door--and she follows without looking back at you, flinching at the door being pulled shut behind her once she's in the hall, and crumbling even worse when Nancy's standing there waiting for her. She's so small, so delicate-looking, yet she's so terrifying when she has that stormy look in her clear eyes.

"What the hell are you doing? Was I not clear enough? Did I need to write it on your forehead?" Her arms are crossed, brow set, and tone as biting as she can make it.

"Nance-"

"No! You are putting us in danger, Robin!" She interrupts, drawing closer with a finger prodding her in the chest--and yet she lowers her voice as she continues, knowing well and good that you and Eddie will hear her if she's too loud. As per usual, she feels the need to keep you two out of the loop--to keep that perfect facade up. "The last thing we need right now is to draw attention to ourselves--and you can't just go out and do whatever the hell you want!"

"It's just a dog, Nancy! Christ, what the hell is your problem?" It just rips out of her from nowhere, the righteous anger--Robin's never a screamer or a yeller, she's a mumbler and a fast talker when she gets annoyed or scared. But it's been so long since all those incidents, and right now, she couldn't be more sick of Nancy acting like she's everybody's mom.

"My problem? You're my problem! You keep acting like everything's fucking fine, but we're the ones suffering when you screw everything up!"

"I was trying to make her happy!" Robin finally raises her own voice, shoving Steve's hand off her shoulder and taking a step out from between them. It's sickening. It hurts. And no matter how much it pains the two of them, she can't keep quiet. "Not like you two would know anything about that!"

"You're doing it for yourself, Robin! That's all you ever think about!" Nancy's lost her composure by now too, delicate fists clenched in fury as she spits each word like it's pure poison--but even she isn't prepared for what comes out of Robin's mouth next.

"Shut the fuck up for once, you goddamn priss!"

The timing of it all blurs together after that, when a heavy silence hits the air and nobody says a word. Nancy's eyes are wide, and so are Steve's, and that's the last nail in the coffin. That's it, she thinks. I ruined my last chance with the best thing I've ever had. She turns and makes short work of the stairs, a sob choking up in her throat as she pushes her way out the door and hurries towards the driveway. Parked just beside Steve's beloved car and Eddie's largely unused van is her bike--her shitty little bike, because she's too damn poor to afford a damn car or even a stupid license--and she climbs on, not a clue where she's gonna end up but hoping she just doesn't get hit on the way there, because she never wants you to suffer waiting in a hospital room ever again. Because she's evidently not worth fretting about.

But in the midst of her kicking up gravel and tearing away from the driveway in tears, she spots you skid right in front of her handlebars with your hands outstretched, and nearly hits you when she slams her heel into the gravel to force her tires to a sudden halt.

"Robbie!" You whine her name again--she didn't hear you the first time--grabbing hold of her handles like you want to make sure she doesn't think about pedaling off again. She brings the palm of her hand to her eyes to wipe at the tears, hoping fruitlessly that you won't notice she's crying--but you don't even flinch, you just edge around the side of her bike to let your hand rest on her opposite hip, and pull her closer into your embrace so you can hug her into your chest. "Don't go, baby. I love you, okay? We can work this out, but you gotta talk to me."

"I can't," She sniffles, finally giving up the fight against that lump in her throat and burying her face into your sweater as a fresh wave of tears spill down her face. "I'm already stressing you out. I'm stressing everyone out. I just...I'm just a burden."

"A burden?" You ask incredulously, tilting your head down and guiding hers up with your hands pressed to her cheeks, so she'll look you in the eyes. "The girl that saved my life? You think she's a burden?"

"But...But now you have to deal with me. I'm the reason you're suffering." She hiccups, thinking that she needs to let you go but feeling too weak to want to take her hands off of you.

"Bullshit." You squeeze her cheeks, your lips pressed between her brows in a warm, sweet kiss and a smack as you pull off. "You make me glad I survived. You're my hero, Robbie."

She wants to be. But she can't stop sniveling, trembling as she clings to you, and praying that you don't just disappear. You're such a sweet person, a kind person, and you deserve the world....but even the smallest things she tries to do for you just keep blowing up in her face. If it wasn't you, and if it wasn't the other three loves of her life, it would never be worth it. But the sting of rejection won't ease up even in the comfort of your arms, now that's she gone and royally fucked it up with--

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Robin lifts her head on instinct and you turn yours to look over your shoulder, her grip around you loosening when she spots Nancy running across the lawn at her with Steve close on her heels. Without taking her eyes off her, she pulls her leg off her bike and lets it fall and hit the ground--and she breaks away from your embrace, even though she wants to hide in it now more than ever.

"I...listen, Nance, I-I'm sorry I-" Her heart pounds so hard in her chest it feels like it's gonna burst out and splatter on the ground as the little brunette marches towards her. But it stops completely when she grabs Robin's arm, and yanks her down into a kiss that completely steals her breath away. A shocked squeak disappears into Nancy's mouth, and when she breaks it off with a huff and a dab at her lipstick with her fingers, Robin's spine straightens immediately and she glances around the yard like someone's going to suddenly emerge with a camera.

"Nance! W-We're outside!" Nancy shakes her head, breathing hard with a red flush tipping her ears.

"You were right, okay? You were right. I'm a priss. And I...I was overreacting, so please don't go." She completely brushes off the fact that she just did something so bold, her dainty nails clutching at the sleeves of Robin's jacket as if it'll certainly stop her.

"I...l-listen, I was too. I'm sorry, and...I won't be so impulsive next time, I promise." She nods, trying to keep that bubbly feeling inside her, but it's impossible not to smile. Nancy's not one to get so frazzled, and...it's cute. It's so cute, god, it's cute!

"I'm sorry, too. I was just scared. Scared that...that we're gonna go through it all again. I should've known that we're stronger now." She rubs at her arms, partially from the cold that you've all momentarily forgotten about, and while Steve would usually be the gentleman and warm her up it's her turn to do it. Robin pulls off her coat and throws it around Nancy's shoulders, pulling it tight so it won't fall and simultaneously drawing a pair of smiles from you and Steve on the sidelines.

"We are. We're a lot stronger. And, uh....now we've got a guard dog, too." Nancy rolls her eyes but not out of frustration like she's gotten used to, and reaches up to wipe one last, rogue tear off Robin's cheek with a delicate swipe of her thumb. A soft mumble of "you dork" earns her a smile, but just as you're all about to breath a collective sigh of relief as the tension passes, your heads all swivel towards the sound of a voice behind you.

"Hey!" Looking up, your eyes are drawn towards the second-story window that's furthest to the left--and there's Eddie's grinning face and his frizzy mop of hair, hanging halfway out of it. "Get off my lawn, you damn kids!"

"Eddie! Get back inside, you idiot! You're gonna catch a damn cold-" Steve's the first to yell back, stomping off into the house to force him back into bed while Eddie takes the chance to disappear. Upon getting through the front door, however, you can hear the sounds of the puppy barking and yipping happily as he bounces around your boyfriend's ankles. It sounds a lot like home, like the home you dreamed about having when you were old enough to have one. It's not long before you're leaving Robin's bike in the driveway and hurrying after him, the chill nipping at each of your faces as you run in and close the door firmly behind you to keep the rest of the world out.

Your new, excitable little friend runs about all three of you as a welcome before scrabbling up the stairs and bolting to follow Steve, and Nancy sighs out a laugh as she watches his tail wag so hard it wiggles his whole body before he disappears into the bedroom.

"Fine, you got me. He's adorable." Despite being in the warmth of the house again, she doesn't shed the jacket wrapped around her--if anything it gets tighter, her head dipping down to smell the perfume on it and the fruity melon scent of Robin's shampoo. "What are you gonna name him?"

"Mh....I'm thinking something like Dio. Or Ozzy. I'm gonna get Eddie to help me!" You beam, and if it wasn't for the glorious heating of Steve's beautiful house, Robin would be sure your smile would warm her right through the coldest winter. "We've gotta get some stuff first, though! Dog bowls, kibble, a leash--" You rattle off a few more things, but Robin's distracted by how cute you look getting all excited--and Nancy's distracted for a different reason, one that furrows her brow for a second before she relaxes.

"I'll take us then, okay? We'll make it a date. We'll even grab dinner at that place you like downtown." She offers, zipping up her loaned jacket and reaching for Steve's keys that always hang by the front door.

"Can we bring it home for Eddie, too? He told me it's getting easier for him to eat, now!"

"Yeah! Let's get snacks, and rent a movie too. There's this new romance I wanna watch--double VHS!" Robin chimes in, the two of you sharing a joyous look before turning back to face Nancy--and it soothes her heart to see the little queen bee getting flustered as the two of you beg her, even though it really isn't needed because at this point, it's clear that she almost always gives in. Depending on the circumstances, obviously.

"Yes, yes, and yes--I think we all need it today. Steve!" She calls up the staircase, waiting for his call back that comes right as expected. "We're going out! We'll be back with food!"

"Kay! Take Eddie's van!" She affirms him with a confident voice, but with a jingle of his keyring in front of your faces, you share a round of giggles as you head out the door and hurry to pile into his precious BMW before he notices.

It's not perfect, your relationship--Robin pulls down the mirror in the passenger's seat to wipe her tear-smudged makeup off--but it's more than she could ever ask for. She feels loved, and safe, and even though those words still sting, Nancy's hand on her knee and her gentle reminder to put on your seatbelts soothes the feeling more and more. And it's so hard to be unhappy when she's looking at you in the rearview mirror, giddy and smiling and reaching for her hand to hold it like you don't want to waste any second you have to touch her. That's so worth it--to know she would be missed if you ever had to go without her.

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But I do Love you

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I kept the reader as vague as possible. While writing I imagined a plus size! female! reader but you can think up whatever you want.

It has been months since you left Daniel on Christmas eve and life hadn't been too kind on him. He's not just struggling with his performance and the car, but also losing you.

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Warnings: fluff, angst, tears, cursing

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"It's embarrassing."

Daniel struggled with his performance. The year before he was confident he was going to have a few podiums for McLaren but now he wasn't so sure anymore. 

"How you handle disappointment shapes what type of person you are, yeah?" Michael sat next to him, knowing he was disappointed with the results of the qualifying and wanted to all but disappear. Unfortunately he had to do media and Netflix being there and filming it all wasn't really helping.

"What if I'm just a cunt." 

Clapping his back, Michael stood up. The performance coach knew it was tough for his client and friend. He had seen the Aussie go from his usual happy self to disappointed in a matter of seconds, his moods were changing so fast he was going to get whiplash one of these days. 

Daniel still was the fun loving, happy guy he always was and he made jokes and got along okay with Lando, but everything was strained. Not just because of his performance. 

He missed Y/N and Michael saw it each and every day. She wasn't there to wish him luck and not there to ground him again when he wasn't satisfied with his performance. Struggling with the car and his team mate beating him on the track was just the tip of the iceberg. He'd have to talk to her, get them back to square one but he wasn't sure he could do it alone.

They went out, Daniel had to be in front of the cameras, even though he wanted to be anywhere but there, yet they had talked and knew the fine was a lot more if he didn't go. 

He gave the interview, focused on the race that Sunday and finished at an okay 9th place, happy to be in the points but with Lando again being Top 5 the weekend was done.

Michael made the decision to call Y/N as soon as he was alone, maybe talk to George, too. He might have some insight on what's really been going on, all he knew was that she left because the driver did something stupid regarding Heidi.

You were laying on your couch with the little odd pair of rescue pets you had adopted from the local shelter. A Pittie puppy and a kitten, having adopted each other as siblings and were inseparable. You had instantly fallen in love with them, Nala the puppy having a blind eye and being abandoned in a parking lot with several other injuries in the winter the year before, she was still just as happy and lively when you met her. Otter, the kitten had a few bald spots on his back and hind legs from his former owner who didn’t know how to love on him at only a few weeks old. Determined to show them both how loved they were, you promised to yourself to never let them go.

Enjoying the cuddles you gave them, you grumbled as the three of you were startled by your phone ringing. You took a look at the caller ID. Daniel had called you a few times, the first time since you left. You ignored it, he hadn't bothered talking to you before, so you didn't want to talk to him now.

Then it was Michael's turn. Not that you were angry at him, you still had a good relationship with the performance coach and friend of the Aussie, but it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him today. He would just go and let Daniel in on it and you couldn't deal with the driver right now. 

Nala whined as the shrill tone of your phone went off again, her head bedded on your lap while Otter purred against your neck, curled up on the pillow and snuggled on your shoulder. You had just settled down and wanted to enjoy a nice afternoon nap when these people just kept bothering you.

What was wrong with them?

Grabbing your phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID because the ringtone you had chosen for George was screaming at you on repeat to take the call, you snapped at the person on the other end of the line.

"If you're going to call me one more time, I'll delete your number and make sure you won't be bothering me when I'm trying to relax."

"Finally, I was about to bother Charles or Lewis so you would take my call." You could hear the amusement in the Brit's voice, knowing he wanted something, probably about the upcoming race in Monaco. If it weren't for George you wouldn't have any updates on the latest season, especially the downhill trend Daniel's performance took while being there with McLaren.

Somehow you felt guilty for telling him to go with his gut. You let him make that final decision instead of giving him what your own instinct told you, telling him to stay with Renault and trying to make it work. 

"Why are you guys suddenly interested in me?" You inquired, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you gave both pets a light scratch across their head. "First Daniel, then Michael and now you? Did I miss something?"

George was silent for a second or two and you feared you had lost the connection, but he cleared his throat trying to cover up a cough that clearly came from someone standing close to him. "Well, you know, uh, Monaco is coming up and I wanted to know if you, maybe, want to come watch the race? Carmen is there, too, she'd love to meet up."

Sighing softly, you turned your head up to look at the ceiling - damn you needed to deep clean your apartment again. Coming back to the question at hand, you hadn't been to a race in a long while. Not since you left Danny back in LA and even before that your last race visit had been Germany. A melancholic smile grazed your lips as you thought about the time you had with him. 

You had been able to bring Nala and Otter to your family, taking care of them while you were in Monaco. Carmen had greeted you at the airport, hugging like she hadn't seen you in years when it only had been two days that you spoke on the phone. All of you had busy lives so there wasn't always time to meet up but you promised to get back to your pre-break-up self and join your friends in and out of the F1 world a lot more. While the race was on you were at the back of the Williams box with Carmen, yet you couldn't help focusing on Daniel's car when it would drive through the pit. 

Your stomach was in knots seeing him struggle throughout the race and you felt sorry for him despite the way it ended. He was giving his all, you knew he was. It wouldn’t be Daniel if he didn’t. But when you watched him walk around the paddock, head hung in defeat and Michael next to him, you knew that wasn’t all. Blake was standing outside the McLaren hospitality and waved as you walked by with George and Carmen. You sent him a soft smile, missing his happy and carefree nature that often mimicked Danny's.

Both the Williams driver and his girlfriend watched you curiously as your eyes met the Aussie's. "You should go and talk to him." George suggested as you deliberately kept your head turned, not wanting to look at his fellow driver again.

"I bet he doesn't want to talk. Heidi is probably there already."

"You guys are so stubborn." Carmen groaned, pulling you back towards Daniel, your lips throwing protest after protest at her. "Please, for the love of God, talk it out. You guys should stop acting like children."

Gaping at your friend, you stood in front of Michael, Blake and Daniel, not sure how to act or what to do when all you wanted to do was leave and hide under a rock.

The Aussie watched her leave curiously before he turned back to you. So many things running through his head. He wanted to apologize, saying that ever since you had left his life was a shit show, struggling with the car and his performance being the tip of the iceberg. Just as he was about to open his mouth to talk to you, Charlotte, the McLaren Communications Manager called to him from the entrance to the hospitality. He needed to do a few more press junkets before he was able to fully leave.

Somehow you were filled with relief, but still that one little voice was nagging you the whole day.

When you left Bolinas that night after having dinner with your friends you felt a familiar ache in your chest. Daniel's apartment building was across the street and it brought up memories from the time you spent with him in Monaco. Taking a deep breath you adjusted your purse on your shoulder and made your way towards the building. 

You went over all you wanted to tell him, how much he hurt you. How much you still loved him - though you would never tell him. He was with Heidi now, and against her you'd never stand a chance.

Before you knew it, you stood outside his door. Your heart pounded in your chest, your throat dry with anticipation as you raised your hand to knock.

Daniel twirled his phone in his hand. It had been a tough day, a tough weekend at the race track and still missing you wasn't helping his performance get any better. He needed to get out, clear his mind. Blake and Michael had already calmed him down a bit when they had gotten back to his apartment, but now on his own the wheels in his brain kept turning again.

Seeing you at the track made him realize how much he still missed you. Heidi wanted to be his girlfriend, she tried too hard and with his thoughts on you and his job day and night he couldn't focus more of his energy on her. His friends always asked about you, reminding him what he threw away when he let it get that far on Christmas. He definitely had to get some fresh air, walk along the beach to clear his head. The Aussie got up from his spacious couch, grabbing his keys from the bowl on the hallway dresser before he opened the door.

You stood there, fist frozen in midair ready to knock.

"Y/N?"

"Danny."

He stared at you, his curls askew as if he ran his fingers through them multiple times. Taking a step back, the Aussie leaned against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"Actually" you started, swallowing the lump that had built in your throat at seeing him now. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I was going to give you a piece of my mind, tell you what an asshole you are but now I'm not sure what I'm doing."

Daniel saw tears that were gathering in your eyes and he felt his heart break again. "I, you wanna come in?"

Nodding your head, you stepped past him into his apartment, already feeling more at home than you had in a while. You moved towards the open space connecting the kitchen, dining and living area and stood in front of the large bay windows watching the night lights flicker in the harbor.

"How, how're you going?"

Biting your lip you watched the driver make his way towards the couch, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "I, I've been okay. My boss is still the same asshole but I've learned to live with it. And I've got two cute roommates, give me a sec, I'll show you the pictures."

His stomach churned, fearing he had missed his chance and misery would be his friend for a while now. You moved over, sitting next to him and holding out your phone. Looking down at the picture he wasn't sure what he was expecting to see, but a puppy and a kitten snuggled up next to you wasn't in the equation. Daniel let out a chuckle leaning his head against the back of the couch. 

"What?" His smile was contagious and you couldn't help but return the grin as you grabbed your phone, thinking he might have scrolled through some selfies you didn't want him to see.

"I thought I had fucked up so bad that you'd already found someone new, that I missed my chance making it right."

Pressing your lips together, you leaned your head on your fist, elbow resting on the back of the couch next to the Aussie's head. "You did, at first. My friend set me up with two of her cousins."

His stomach in knots, Daniel's focus was on his hand. If you told him you had a boyfriend now that really knew how to treat you right, he'd cry on top of the issues he had with his performance. 

"They were a disaster, they weren't you." 

His eyes turned to you, swallowing the lump that had formed before. "I'm glad, still might give me a chance."

"You hurt me, Danny. You've never been like that with other women when we were out with your friends. They throw themselves at you and you still keep your distance but Heidi was a whole new chapter." Your hand reached out, running your fingers through his curls reveling in the softness. 

Tears glistened in his eyes. His heart broke just thinking about that mistake and what he lost. "I can't tell you how sorry I am. That day fucked up everything. I fucked up everything. I can't even get some decent race results."

"You're a great driver, Daniel, it will come back. You need to be patient."

"I hate waiting, I want to show everyone that I can be better but the car is so difficult to handle right now."

Chuckling, your hand brushed along his stubbled cheek, feeling how sharp his cheekbones were. They used to be a lot softer but the time you had been apart seemed to have taken a toll on him, too. "That's why I love you, Danny. You fight until the end."

"I'll be fighting for you, too. Show you that you're the only one for me, but if you won't have me then I'll live with that, too."

Scooting closer to the driver, you leaned your forehead against his own. "You need to concentrate on driving and being the best you can be."

"How can I when I'm always thinking of you. Since I met you I don't like to be alone at night, you grounded me. You know I don't like people telling me I'm wrong when I'm actually right. I miss kissing you in the rain or how you laid your head on my shoulder when we slept in the same bed. I love all the little things you do."

Sniffling, you smiled up at him, your hand caressing his cheek. "I don't like when nothing's going my way, and I don't like to be the one with the blues, but I do love you, so much."

"Fuck, Y/N, I love you. Give me another chance, it's the only one I need."

"If you fuck it up, I'm going to hate you, so much."

He pulled you closer across his lap, his hands settling on your hips. His eyes spoke volumes as Daniel gazed at her. In that moment nothing else mattered. You were at his home in Monaco and all he wanted to do was forget everything: the race, your fight, the time apart.

"I know, babes." He closed the gap between you, crushing his lips on your own. A deep moan left him when he felt your blunt nails claw at his neck. You weren't going to forgive him so easily but the kiss spoke volumes of your need to be close again, to feel the other again. This time you would fight, this time, you promised yourself, you would keep all women away that tried to take Daniel from you.

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John had dropped her off at the family house. Where Polly was stressing while putting a kettle of water on the stove. 'Polly what's going on?' Franny asked her. 'The guns.' Polly said while lighting a cigarette. Franny let her head down.

'Tommy.. Did they find them?' she said down at the table. Polly just nodded. 'Fuck.' After shit had calmed down a little and both Polly and Franny were drinking a cup of tea.

Arthur came inside. 'Where's your father?' Polly asked. 'I'm assuming he's frittering away the ... ' Polly looked at Franny. 'How much was it?' '500' Franny answered.

'the 500 you took from us. And put into his thieving, whore-groping hands.' Polly said looking up from the paper she had been reading. 'What were you thinking?' Polly said throwing the paper on the table. 'How dare you do something like that without talking to Thomas or me?' Polly spat.

Arthur stood there like a lost puppy. Franny felt sorry for him. He really thought he could trust his father. 'Does Tommy know?' Arthur asked. Polly didn't say a word and opened the paper again. 'No. I didn't tell him did you?' Polly asked Franny. 'No.' Franny answered drinking from her tea. 'But you're going to tell him.' Polly added. Arthur stood there for a while and then left.

'Damn I've never seen him that beaten since the war.' Franny said while finishing her cup of tea. After a while the both of them were smoking cigarettes and drinking rum. When suddenly the door got broken down by the police. They were looking for Thomas. The both of them were not even looking up. 'He's not here.' Polly said getting another cup of tea. 'He doesn't tell us where he goes.' Franny added lighting another cigarette. After they checked everywhere and making the place a mess they left. To which they started cleaning the mess up.

It was late when John came back with Finn. The both of them wished them goodnight and went home themselves. Payed the babysitter and went to bed. When the both of them were laying in bed and Franny had snuggled herself against John. They were silent for a while before John started to speak. 'You know.. everything is getting more clear now. Tommy showed me a new business card.' He said picking something up from his nightstand. 'John it's dark' Franny said when he wanted to show her the card.

But he fastly took his matches and gave her the card. He lit a match and it took Franny a second to read what was written on the card. 'Shelby Brothers limited.' Franny said. 'John Shelby associate bookmaker.' She was silent for a while. 'Oh my god John!' she said. He put out the match and Franny jumped back in his arms. 'We're going legit.' he said proudly. Franny kissed him before they both proudly and happily fell asleep.

The next days they were all working hard making sure the next races were all going fine. Lot's of people were betting and even more new faces came around the corner. It was hard work and long days but Franny did it happily. John had gone by her father to ask for her hand. Her father had set him down for a cup of tea. And actually told him he was hoping it was him. Franny was over the moon when he told her and they broke it down to the kids that auntie Fran was going to me mommy Fran. The six of them were all so happy. It was like living on a pink cloud.

So when it was an early morning and the kids were starting to stir. John and Franny were at it again. The bed was squeaking and the both of them were trying to keep their moans together. Franny had her harms intertwined with the frame of the bed to try to keep it from squeaking and John was throwing a leg on her shoulder when 

'DAD! Dotty wet the bed again!' Katie yelled. 'Be there in a minute princess!' John yelled back. As the both of them were almost giggling like little children.

Suddenly the door flew open. And Thomas walked in. He didn't even twitch by what he was seeing. 'John? I told you to keep the doors locked. I could've been anyone. Now get dressed.' Thomas said throwing him a blouse. John had never moved so fast he was holding his gun but not yet pointing it on Thomas. Franny sat behind him trying to catch her breath and pulling up the blanket. 'We're doing it today.' Thomas added.

'As a matter of fact, Tommy. He's doing me today.' Franny said bluntly but couldn't help her own snort of laughter. 

Making John give her an elbow. Thomas didn't move a muscle. 'Make sure he's done you by nine.' Thomas said before walking out. 'You should learn to knock!' Franny yelled after him. 'It's not a day for knocking!' Thomas yelled back before slamming the door shut. Making the both of them laugh.

When it was 8:30 Franny walked out with the children. Making John follow them put. They all walked towards the school where they all hugged the both of them and they walked towards the Family house. While talking about the wedding. John walked into the betting shop kissing her before he left her with Polly. Franny couldn't help but smile as he walked away in his long black coat. She was head over heels for this man and it was even worse now that it was a real thing.

'Good morning Lovebirds.' Polly said with a small smirk on her face. Franny just smiled. 'Come I need to show you something.' Polly said as she walked towards the front room. Franny walked in after her. When she heard some stirring. 'Oh my god Polly?' Franny said as she walked over to the small crib where there was a small baby just waking up. Franny teared up when she saw the baby. 'Is it...' Franny tried to ask Polly when she heard a teaspoon clinging against a cup. 'Mine?' a familiar voice said behind her.

'Ada..' Franny said breathlessly. She turned around grabbed the cup of Ada's hands placed it on the table and rushed in her arms. The both of them hugged each other tight. 'Oh my god Ada I missed you so much..' Franny said with tears in her eyes. 'I couldn't do it any longer.' Ada said softly looking over Franny's shoulder and saw Polly picking up the baby.

'You're much better with him than I am.' Ada said while breaking the hug with Franny. 'He settles quicker with me because he can't smell the milk.' Polly answered 'Can I?' Franny asked looking at Ada and Polly. 'Yes' Ada directly answered and Polly gave him over to Franny who sat down with him. 'Ada he's beautiful.' She spoke softly while cooing the little baby boy.

'Heard you might be soon after me.' Ada said while sitting down next to her. 'What?' Franny said not looking up from the small baby's face. 'Well you and John.' Ada said looking at Franny and her baby. 'How.. did I...' Franny was looking confused as ever. 'It was me.' Polly said looking at Franny with a smirk. 'It was about damn time Fran.' Ada said with an even bigger smirk. 'Now please make me lots of nieces and nephews so Karl can play with them.' Ada said poking her side.

Franny rolled her eyes. 'Sure Ada. Omg Karl? I love that.' Franny said saying hello to Karl. 'Yes he's the cutest but I can't stop him from stirring with me and he goes completely bananas for my milk.' Ada said with a sigh. 'Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them.' Polly suddenly said. She then looked up to Ada and Franny. 'You never knew my children did you?' She asked.

Franny shook her head while holding Karl.' I was a child meself then.' Ada said 'You never talk about them.' Ada continued. Looking at Polly who was looking at Franny and Karl. 'Never had reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them.' Polly explained walking over to a chair and seating across from Franny and Karl. 'But today, I do have reason to.' Polly said

She was suddenly acting a little weird and awkward. Franny had never seen her this way but she felt bad for her. 'sit down Ada.' She told Ada. Who on her place sat down next to Franny and Karl. 'They were three and five years old. Sally was three. Michael was five. Well.. two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning.' Polly started explaining.

Franny took Karl up and sat up straight to listen to Polly's story. She had never talked about her children. Franny knew she had had children but she had learned to never ask what happened. 'While I was at church .You're not forgiven this pinch-faced bitch said to me. You're not forgiven ' Polly said trying to keep her tears in. 'You see, some sheets I washed and hung on the line had the name of a hotel on them. they'd been stolen in a robbery. And they said some porter at the hotel had been coshed. And the woman from around here told the police I had the sheets. Jealous, you see, of the new sheets. And when the police came, they found a spirit stillfor making a few drops of Gin.

And for that..' Polly started to crumble in her words. 'They took my children from me. And they never told me where they took them. And they did it cause they could. Because I was weak.' She explained. You could feel the hurt and betrayal in her voice. Franny couldn't help but she felt Ada grab her hand.

'But they'll never take your baby away from you Ada. Or John's children from you, or god bless you may have lots for yourself in the future Franciss.' Polly said tears running over her face. But she got her fighting spirit back. 'Do you know why?' she asked the both of them, but she didn't await an answer. 'Cause Tommy won't let them. Because Tommy won't let them walk all over us. Now it is Tommy that has brought strength and power to this family. Cause he knows...You have to be as bad as them above in order to survive.' Polly said .Ada wasn't looking at Polly. There were tears in her eyes to.

But from her perspective her older brother had locked away her husband. 'I'm telling you this because I want you to forgive him.' 'How can I?' Ada suddenly asked. 'When my Freddie is rotting in jail because of him. There is something about today that you need to know.' Polly then said looking at the both of them. Chills ran up Franny's spine. 'What is happening today?' She asked Polly. 'You hear about it in the meeting in a minute.' Polly said.

'But they're freeing Freddie from jail. The copper is leaving town.' Ada couldn't believe her ears. neither could Franny. Ada stood up and hugged Polly not saying anything. While Franny was holding Karl who was almost falling asleep. 'Give Karl back to Ada Franny.' Polly said and she stood up. 'the meeting is starting, Ada you will joining with Karl later.' Polly said picking up Karl and giving him to Ada.

Franny kissed Ada's head because she was so happy to finally see her again. The both of them left the room and walked into the betting shop. Franny was wearing a white blouse with a shawl, with an long wavy skirt beneath it. Her hair was down and in a long braid. as the both of them walked over towards the boys for the meeting. Franny joined John holding his arm. And Finn came standing with her holding her hand. 'Right. I've got you all here today, because this it he day that we replace Billy Kimber.' Thomas explained. Everyone looked up to Thomas.' This is the day we become respectable.' Arthur looked up at Thomas and Franny had eye contact with Esme who was frowning to her and Franny also raised her shoulders. 'The day we join the official National Association of race course bookmakers.' Thomas explained. 'But first.' 'there's always a first.' Franny whispered to John. Who tried to keep in his smile. 'But first we do the dirty work.' Thomas said.

'We've all known this days been coming. But I just haven't told anyone the date.' Thomas lit a cigarette and turned around looking at the huge chalk board. 'We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one. We'll get there at two.' Thomas explained. 'Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him to fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our Arthur and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin.' 'Wo it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London, that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully.' Thomas said. 'And uh.. what about Kimber himself?' John then asked.

'I'll deal with Kimber.' Thomas said. 'Any other questions?' Thomas asked. Polly looked to Franny who nodded. 'Yes.' Franny said letting go of John and Finn.

she walked to the big green doors that lead towards the house of the Shelby family. 'Does anyone object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?' Franny asked with a small smile. No one answered. 'No answer means a good answer.' she said softly as she opened the door 'Come on.' she said to the person behind the door.

'I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan.' Franny said proudly when Ada stepped in with the baby on her arm. John face was stunned. Same as Arthur's and Esme just smiled really wide. Esme started to clap for Ada and the others followed in a second. Finn ran towards Ada to look at the baby. 'Welcome home, Ada.' Thomas said with a genuine glad tune in his voice. She nodded. 'We named him Karl. After Karl Marx.' Ada said with a smile Making everyone have a chuckle. 'Karl Bloody Marx.' Arthur said with a smirk while walking over to Ada.

'Let me get a look at him.' Arthur said. 'Oh here we go.' John said smirking. Franny walked over to John putting an arm around her and kissing her head. 'we're next.' he whispered. 'John.' Franny said looking up. 'Hey, look. He looks just like me.' Arthur said putting his hat on the baby. 'That's his arse that looks like you, Arthur.' John said jokingly. 'He's all right. He's a Shelby.' Arthur said. Everyone was looking at the baby. While Thomas looked at Ada and asked. 'Well Ada, Am I forgiven.' 'If what Aunt Polly says is true, you are.' Ada said. 'It's true.' Thomas nodded at her. She smiled and took Thomas into a big hug. 'Thank you Tommy.' She said to him. The boys were leaving for the Garrison for a beer before they would go away. Leaving all the woman at the house looking after the kids.

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[livingonfanficseyra]

Wrote a Kathony one shot. Please read and let me know your thoughts. 💖

The Sweetest Man in the Entire World

Anthony and Kate was lying on the bed after making love, their legs tangled together, Anthony's fingers twirling a lock of Kate's curls, the sound of their heartbeats filling the room. Somehow, Kate found it more intimate when they lied together on their bed in the post-coital bliss like this than during, like they were connected with an invisible string binding them together tight.

Kate turned her head and looked at Anthony. He always looked so much younger and carefree when he was alone with her, as if being in her presence somehow lifted a lot of pressure off of him and Kate did not know if that made her happy or sad for her husband. But when they lied together like this, she got to see an Anthony, who is open and vulnerable and Kate treasured these glimpses more than anything else in the world. A part of her wished to show the whole world this side of Anthony Bridgerton, caring and kind, soft and beautiful but the selfish part of her felt special that she was the only one who got to see him like this.

AO3

Or

Kate felt overwhelmed and pressed a kiss on Anthony’s cheeks affectionately, his mouth stretched into a smile and Kate snuggled closer to him. They lied together in silence, relaxed yet wide awake.

"You know, Kate?" Anthony asked looking up at the ceiling.

"Hmm?" She asked looking at him.

"Hyacinth has been going on and on about needing a puppy to play with now that Greg is at Eton and she's all alone at home. She's confident that she will be able to look after a puppy all by herself. Do you think I should buy her one?"

Kate could see the crease on his forehead even though she wasn't looking at him.

She chuckled at her sweet husband, "You are way too easy to manipulate, you know? You can barely keep Newton in line and you believe that she's going to look after a puppy all by herself?"

Anthony huffed and she knew his lips would be curled in a pout.

Kate turned and placed her chin on his chest and looked at him, "How about we send Newton with her for four days and see how she manages with him? If she does manage to not get tired of the idea after that, then we will see. I don't see Violet being happy with the idea but at least we can take Newton back if things turn upside down which won't be the case if you bought her a puppy."

Anthony contemplated the idea and hummed, "Yeah. That seems more reasonable. Have I told you that you're brilliant?"

Kate chuckled, "Not as often as I would like."

Anthony bend down and kissed her, "You are brilliant, my wife!" He then started tickling her making Kate burst out into giggles.

Kate retaliated by poking Anthony's ribs, he had a sensitive spot there and Kate was ecstatic the first time she found it and she had noted it down for future use. She poked his sides and Anthony started laughing hard and the two of them continued the attack until they both had tears running down from the corner of their eyes.

The two of them lay exhausted afterwards.

"You are a child, Anthony." Kate spoke once her breathing got back normal.

"I don't think a child would be able to do what I did half an hour back, Viscountess." Kate could feel Anthony's smug smile as he replied, breathing hard.

"Maybe I forgot and need to be reminded."

Anthony growled at her and jumped on top of her, pinning her on to the bed, "I'll remind you alright, you minx."

....

"You know I got a letter from Greg." Kate told to Anthony. She liked all her brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law but Greg was special. He held a special place in her heart, right from the beginning, maybe because she felt that he was so small and endearing.

"Of course he sent you a letter." Anthony scowled, "Why would he send his boring brother a letter when he can send one to you? He has had crush on you since the moment he met you."

Kate knew that Greg and Anthony cared for and loved each other a lot, despite how they strong and indifferent they acted on the outside. Greg inadvertently mimicking his eldest brother, looks and personality wise while Anthony would move mountains if it would make his baby brother happy.

Kate rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Are you still upset that your baby brother gave me flowers?"

Anthony huffed again, "That little monster was trying to woo you with his lines"

"Fine, maybe he was. But it was endearing to see a ten year old boy say 'beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.' And I don't understand, which part do you have a problem with -that I'm beautiful or that I received flowers?"

Kate knew she had him when he opened and closed his mouth a few times, struggling to reply.

"No. It's not that Katie." He almost whined, snuggling his nose into the crook of her neck. "He didn't se-" His voice was muffled but she managed to understand, "-me a letter."

Kate ran her hand through his hair. She hummed in understanding.

"You both are so alike, you know? You haven't send him a letter even though I know you're dying to know how he's doing there and I think he sent me a letter because he's missing everyone and he doesn't want to admit it."

Anthony suddenly looked up at her. "What? Did he tell you something? Is there anything wrong at Eton? Is anyone bullying him? Are the professors punishing him?"

Kate melted at the look of worry in Anthony's eyes. She cupped Anthony's face and kissed the crease on his forehead, "Calm down. No. Nothing is wrong. I read the letter and it seemed like he might be a little homesick. He did say that he liked his classes and made new friends. But from the great lengths at which he explained how the only thing he was missing at Eton was annoying Hyacinth, I felt that maybe he was trying to put on a brave front, not show him being weak by expressing that he misses you guys."

Kate felt Anthony's mind running at a thousand miles per hour.

"Did you send him a reply?"

Kate looked at him. "No. I've written a reply but I wanted to see if you had anything to add."

Anthony nodded, "Good, don't send him the letter."

Kate looked at him, baffled, "What?"

"We're going to Eton this weekend to give him a surprise. Can you ask the cooks to prepare all his favorite food to take with us and I will buy him a new-"

Kate stared at him, her ability to focus leaving her as she felt her eyes tear up. Suddenly, she found herself jumping on top of Anthony and kissing him passionately. Her stupid, idiot, sweet, darling husband.

She kissed him long, her tongue tangling with his and she could taste the saltiness of her tears but she couldn't care less. She poured everything she had into the kiss and when they broke apart, breathing hard, Anthony looked at her, his eyes wide and his lips swollen.

"Did I do something?"

Kate shook her head, laughing, her eyes tearing up again, "You did everything."

Anthony looked at her in concern and Kate pulled her head down, their foreheads were touching and she whispered, "You are the sweetest man in the entire world Anthony Bridgerton and I love-" she hiccupped "I love you so much!"

She heard Anthony clearing his throat, it seemed like his eyes were glazed, "Kate, my brilliant, beautiful wife, I love you too." He hugged her, his chin resting on her shoulders and whispered, "You meant hottest man, right?"

Kate laughed, "No. Sweetest. Definitely the sweetest man, my husband."

"I can live with that!" Anthony agreed, nodding his head.

#bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #the viscount who loved me #bridgerton season 2 #netflix bridgerton #anthony x kate #kanthony #bridgerton fanfic #s3 kanthony headcanons

[nn1895]

A Year of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles - May

Flower language

Most bots had delicate blooms painted across their plating for the festival – wheel-wheat flowers and uranium-geraniums.  Optimus himself was decked out in overlapping laserlillies to symbolize his message of peace and the purity of his intentions - even if the only bots to see it were his fellow rebels.

The femme that approached him now had only a single, bloom over her sparkchamber – a black-optic’d cesium. The subtle yellow and black outline was wire-thin.  

“Why have you asked for an audience, Elita-1?” he asked.  That flower…  

“I heard you stand against the Senate.”  She grinned, fangs barred.

Ah.  Black-optic’d cesium.

Justice.

 Sick fic

It wasn’t fair.

Optimus rolled and pulled the blanket over his aching helm.  They’d been back on Cybertron for barely a vorn and he caught a virus.  Sure, plugging into the ancient database in Kaon had been risky, but he didn’t deserve THIS as punishment.

Primus, if his internal temperature gauge fluctuated again he was going to –

The door to his berthroom banged open.

“You slagger,” Elita-1 growled.  She flung herself down beside him, optics flashing static.  “Got me sick too.  It’s not fair.”  She burrowed against him, shivering.

Well, at least I’m not alone, he thought, pulling her closer.

 Pet acquisition

Elita-1 was acting…oddly.

She hadn’t complained about his datapad hoard collection in weeks.  She’d been leaving her grenade launcher at work instead of the front room.  They’d had Optimus’s favorite fuel three times in the past week.  She’d taken him to the theater and sat through “Love, Fractals” without groaning at the soppy dialogue.

She was laying it on thick.

He still hadn’t told her that the turbohound puppy she’d been hiding in the backroom had accidently introduced itself three weeks ago.  He wanted to see how long he could get bribery AND secret puppy snuggles before she told him.

 “Who are you”

She’d been in the cells…how long?  She was so thirsty.

“Tell me again…” she wheezed, “about this ‘team’ of yours that’ll rescue us.”

“Jazz will have tracked me by now,” the voice said, strong, confident, a little bit thinner than it had been yesterday.  “He’ll try infiltration first.  If that doesn’t work, they’ll attack directly.”

“They?”

“Ironhide, Bulkhead, Cliffjumper, Arcee…”

She closed her optics and scooted closer to her new cellmate’s wall.

“And who are you, to have so many bots looking for you?” she asked, vocalizer cracking with disuse.

“Me?  I’m not important.  I just have good friends.”

 Sunshine

“Elita wake up.”

Something nudged her.

Primus, she was going to have to kill him, wasn’t she?

Late nights soothing crisises of faith, foiling assassinations, light account keeping – all expected.

Optimus Prime, 327th Prime, Lord of Cybertron, Guardian of the Spark of Cybertron, delightedly dragging her around his own palace to translate the ancient glyphs – unexpected.

“Elita, you have to see it!”

Poke. Poke.

Murder it was then.

“Yes, my Prime?”

“Look!”

She onlined her optics, but didn’t lift her helm from the berth.

“What?”

A thin golden line was widening across Optimus’s face.

“We’re going past a yellow star.”

 Fantasy

“And you’re going to follow me around until I make three wishes?”  This – THIS – was why discount sales were dangerous.  Sometimes you bought live ordinance and sometimes you bought enchanted jewelry – he called it a ‘Matrix of Leadership’? – that talked.

“I am yours to command until I grant your last wish, Master” the giant – mostly blue – mech said, bowing.

“Just Elita is fine. Wishes…can I just wish you free and be done?”

The mech stared at her. He blinked slowly.

“Well…you could, yes. But don’t you want –“

“No time.  I have meetings this week.  I wish you free, Optimus.”

#optimus x elita #YOTP 2023 #transformers drabbles

[whotookmytomato]

I love these two idiots so enjoy some fluff

Kat smiled as Carter layed on her chest and cuddled up to her. He could be so clingy at times, especially once out of armor. But their secret snuggles is what helped them feel human.

It was moments like this where they could let the walls come down and they could be vulnerable that were her favorite.

She ran her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. He nuzzled into the contact and let out a slight moan. He was so cute like this, she really wished she was able to see this side of him more often.

He'd been stressed lately and she wished they had more down time. They barely had any time to themselves, it was hard to get enough time in for a good cuddle let alone a decent fuck.

She moved her fingers down his neck and massaged his shoulders. His muscles were so tight, he often stored his stress in his neck and shoulders.

She began to work the kinks out of his muscles and he moaned when she hit particularly sensitive spots. She liked hearing his little noises and nudges into her hands.

He was more like a puppy than a Spartan, and she loved it. His breathing began to slow and deepen as he drifted off to sleep. She continued to slowly rub his back as he slept. He completely trusted her, a Spartan didn't sleep well around people they didn't trust.

Kat soon found herself getting tired and she drifted off to sleep, holding Carter close to her.

#halo #carter x kat #carter a259 #kat b320 #noble team #noble

[theworldofdog]

Loyal Dog Companionship Can Improve Mental Health Issues?

Pooches are known for their unlimited adore, but that interaction can cruel everything to individuals battling with their mental well-being Pooches are regularly not insignificant creature companions and, now and then, they are indeed more than fair family. If you wish to uncover extra more about the latest health tips for dogs, Catch us at The World of Dogs.

Typically especially genuine when a pooch could be a pivotal, helpful component to a person’s mental health. “Dogs don’t judge you. Mutts don’t care in case you’re as well discouraged to urge out of bed nowadays, as long as you open the entryway to let them out to pee and after that bring them back in, they’ll lay right back adjacent to you — all day long on the off chance that you’ve got to. Pooches get it,” said Carol Cote.

Cote has had her 75-pound brilliant doodle, Safe House, since Walk 2014. Cote lives with complex post-traumatic stretch clutter (CPTSD) and finds consolation and cherish in Haven’s nearness. “I have lived a really troublesome, disconnected, and forlorn life, said the 60-year-old from Bridgewater, N.S. “A mental well-being determination is segregating in a part of ways since you’ve got propensities that influence your interpersonal relationships.” Cote encounters hypervigilance as a side effect of CPTSD, which makes it inconceivably troublesome for her to unwind and influences the way she acts in social situations.

IM“To me, she’s not fair a dog,” she said. “She’s my most faithful and trusted companion, my confidant, my secure sanctuary. She’s continuously by my side, she’s the epitome of immaculate, unrestricted cherish. “I never feel truly alone since the pooch will come over and put her head in my lap or climb up on the beat of me — all 75 pounds of her. How can you are feeling alone when there’s a 75-pound creature snuggled up to you, you know?” Here’s a brief summary of The Positive Effects of dogs on Health and Mood that you don’t want to miss out.

They fair know

Mutts are generally recognized as faithful companions. Gerard Beauty can verify that with his three chocolate labs: Bourbon, Coco, and Gracey. The 54-year-old from St. Philips, N.L. has continuously had pets around and got his labs when they were puppies; the most seasoned, Bourbon, is presently 15 a long time ancient. “They’re a portion of the family,” he said. “If anybody comes to the house, the mutts are so courteous; all they need to do is play. I can convert to them like they get it what I’m saying — fair have a discussion with them.” Beauty lives with PTSD, uneasiness, misery, and consideration shortage clutter (Include) and says his mutts incredibly progress his quality of life.

“They know when I’m down and having a terrible day; they’ll come over and consolation me.,” he said. “I’ll lay down on the bed to ponder and they’ll all come in and hop up and snuggle with me. “They deliver off a positive vibe and it fairly makes you are feeling truly good.”

Huge bursts of cherish

Kate Colbert too gets positive vibes when she’s around her yellow lab retriever, Tucker. The 33-year-old from Enfield, N.S. got Tucker in Walk 2022 when he was as it were seven weeks ancient. “I fair see at him and he puts me into a cheerful place,” she said. Colbert moreover battles with her mental well-being. She has uneasiness and sadness. Her pooch brings her inspiration and consolation. For her, Tucker is her lifesaver. Here’s a brief summary of Loyal Dogs Companionship Can Improve Mental Health Issues? that you don't want to miss out.

“He pulls me out of the dim hole,” she clarified. “If I’m having a bad day, I know that he still should get up and out of bed. He needs to be bolstered and taken for a walk, he must go exterior and play and go to the lavatory. Rather than me laying in my bed, having him powers me to urge up and center on his prosperity.

“I don’t have time to be pitiful. In case I end up being pitiful or irate, he’ll do something amusing or get the zoomies or he’ll put his head in my lap and need consideration. At that point that produces me laugh or grin and I get this enormous burst of love.” Although there are mental well-being benefits of having a canine, Colbert recognizes that a pet isn’t a straightforward settle for complex issues. In case somebody can manage the fetch to urge and keep one, she would suggest getting a pet. “But it’s moreover troublesome since it’s critical to recognize that this creature has needs and it does depend on you for its happiness,” she said. “They also require preparing and on the off chance that you get a pooch at the puppy stage, it can be exceptionally baffling. At that point in the event that it’s a protected puppy, they come with things as well. So you kind of have to be seen at it like, ‘Okay, I’m harmed, he’s harmed, ready to offer assistance to each other.’”

Owner’s life saver

Beam Duprey could be a 56-year-old retiree from Modern Waterford, N.S., and cherishes the company of his eight-year-old beagle, Bomb, who came into Duprey’s life in July 2022. “I’d had a beagle sometime recently, at that point … I resigned and got to be single and thought I seem to allow a pet a lovely great life,” he said. “And beagles are a wonderful canine — they’re exceptionally faithful, not forceful. They’re a really senseless and exceptionally fulfilling puppy. He’s an extraordinary companion to have.” Duprey encompasses a house with a fenced patio, which made the prime environment for a canine. “Beagles are exceptionally dynamic pooches and I knew, on the off chance that I ever got a puppy, I would get to have a put for it to wander and work out and have a great open-air life,” he said.

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Nnoitra would hear a knock on his door. Adelha standing there with Wesson beside her. The puppy wagging his tail as Adelha grins up at Nnoitra to hold out a wrapped box with a red bow on the top. "Surprise! Happy Valentine's Day to you, Nnoitra! We came to deliver a special chocolate dessert for you to enjoy!" Wesson giving a happy yip before the puppy grabs Nnoitra's foot to snuggle it. Adelha chuckling to look down at Wesson and sigh. "Oh Wesson. So impatient. You could have waited until Nnoitra let us in before hugging him. Silly puppy."

He REALLY didn't feel like going out today. It was pretty funny, Nnoitra thought, how guys would make the excuse that they'd forgotten Valentine's as a reason why they hadn't bought anything for their girlfriends. HOW was it possible to forget? Every single fucking store was FILLED with reminders. He had always disliked Valentine's, even when he'd been dating someone. This year though, it was even worse, because he was single. It felt like a punch to the gut walking around and seeing posters that literally said haha you're a fucking loser for being single. So yeah, he was staying at home today. It was Tuesday, so he didn't even have work. Staying in his apartment ALL DAY was depressive as hell, but he was going to cheer himself up later by ordering some delivery. Food was a sure way to make him feel less depressed.

A knock on the door had him turn his head away from the TV. He was laying on the couch, long legs stretched out comfortably. He wasn't expecting visitors, so - what the fuck? He paused the show he was watching, got up, and walked over to the door.

Upon unlocking and opening, he found Adelha and Wesson standing on the doorstep. It was a pleasant surprise, and the permanent frown on his face softened. ❝ Yo. ❞ He greeted them. Adelha grinned and wished him a happy Valentine's while she held out a neatly wrapped box. Nnoitra blinked in confusion, before he understood that he was receiving a gift. Her grin was then returned, Nnoitra almost beaming with excitement ( he loved receiving presents ). He eagerly accepted the box, while Wesson decided to pounce on his foot. OH RIGHT! He should probably invite them in! He was not used to having guests. When he'd lived with Grimmjow, they had never had people over, because they had kept their relationship a secret. Now that he had his own place, Nnoitra really needed to get used to having visitors. He stepped aside, allowing Adelha and Wesson to enter his apartment. ❝ Make yerselves at home. ❞ He said, finding the sentence odd to say ( but that was what you were supposed to say, right?? ).

He followed them inside. The box was placed on the kitchen counter, so that Nnoitra could open it. Adelha had said it contained a special chocolate dessert, and that was exactly the sort of thing he was in the mood for right now ( he was literally always in the mood for that ). Even before the box was opened, Nnoitra's mouth was watering over. ❝ I thought maybe ya came 'ta check how many 'a 'da plants I've killed so far. ❞ He said, jokingly. None of the plants had died yet, which was a huge accomplishment.

#adelhamathilde #adelha-mathilde #[ THIS IS VERY LATE OOOPS ] #[ but it's cuuute ] #[ he got a special dessert t-t ] #[ she's always so nice to him i cant ] #[ thank you very much for sending!! ] #talking shit. ╱ answers. #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

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With a new Fisher-Price Infant-to-Toddler Rocker, you can get more use out of your baby gear. This versatile rocker grows with your child, from 0 to 36 months old. It’s a great choice for busy moms on the go. Learn more about this must-have baby item. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r54D2m2jkpo Infant Toddler Rocker Review Hey guys, welcome to my channel. At least online I'm Alyssa. And today I'm going to review the Fisher-Price infant to toddler rocker. There are two basic reclined positions here, an additional bonus feature. So here we have it more reclined. Good for a young baby. Once the baby gets a little older, there are two blue buttons on either side, you push them in and you lift the back. That makes for a more upright position. Now, what I didn't know about, but really wish I had is the kickstand feature here, which is this bar at the bottom that you just pull out and it stops any rocking motion from the chair. And what I believe they realized was that for a younger baby, this is a great position for them because when it's more chair-like, and they can't sit by themselves yet, they kind of slumped to one side or the other. So we would try to compensate and put things on either side to prop them up. But I think that if you have this kickstand out, you don't need that. And they can just look at the characters and just chill. So I think that would be amazing for a newborn, right? So I mentioned these characters in the art. So these characters are maybe the best things about this baby Dee loved them. She would be entertained for, I don't know how long, just steer and get them talking to them from a young age to just got her social site going, fever, her friends. And it's very easy to remove as well. There are just these levers that you squeeze in at the bottom and he just lifts it straight out. So if you want your baby to see what's going on, they could just remove it. If they want to play with a different toy, it's very simple to remove it and to stick it back in.So a vibration option here on the side, it requires batteries, but if you don't want to use it, then this rocker doesn't need batteries. NEC we never use it. I find it to be an annoying thing. Dee never really responded to it. So we don't really turn it on. What's also nice about this chair is that it really is an infant from a toddler. So even more than I thought because apparently, you can lay this out pretty nicely for a newborn. It's great for a newborn. And it's great up to toddlerhood D use it a lot when she was younger lately, she's kind of cooled on it. Um, just because there are more interesting things going on, but I imagine that this will come in handy once again, when she's a little older and she wants to go look for a place to sit down and it's called her own, I could just envision her like having a snack or something and coming to sit on the chair.Um, so I'm really, I've been having it so far. And I look forward to seeing how it can come in useful in the future. I do want to point out that this doesn't rock by itself. It is not a self-rocker. It's not even like a bouncer that bounces by itself. Um, if she got really excited, it would move a little bit and that would move the characters. In fact, it seemed like the characters were moving a lot. She was fine with it. She never got scared. I'm excited about her. So it moves a little bit. You could rock it by hand. I never really did. Um, but really for us, it was more just a place to put her. It was a seat. It was something interesting, something different from the swing. The swing that we have is a snuggle puppy. Fisher-Price swing and it's big and it stays put this. I just, I would pick it up with her in it and move it around the house, different rooms. Um, we easily brought it places with us when you were going overnight, somewhere, even use to feed her when we didn't have our high chair, speaking of feeding. And as this is for a baby, it does get soiled, but it's very easy to wash. And there are prongs all along the side and you just have to lift them up. You'll know this from putting it, you just lift them all the way around. Once all the prongs are removed, you just slip this part off. There's a pocket in the back of that, but while your frame goes on and that's it very simple. Now I mentioned both a swing and a bouncer before this is very different from a swing. This I did not find particularly soothed deep, but it was good to entertain. It was a good place to put her so more for soothing purposes. Um, I would put her in the swing. A bouncer never had a, it was initially contemplating a bouncer or maybe a compact swing. I don't think I knew about this rocker option. We got it as a gift. Thank you, Duda. But in the end, I didn't feel a need to go get a bouncer because we were perfectly content with this D was perfectly content with it. It's a simple piece. That's comfortable for a baby and it works. So I didn't need to go searching for something else. Thanks so much for watching. Read the full article

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6//8//22

i feel alone, stressed, upset, overweight, drained, suicidal, tired, and like at any moment i could collapse. I fight roaches every morning when i go to brush my teeth and i fight roaches every night when i lay down to try and sleep. I keep all the lights on in the house at all times. I haven’t showered in 6 days bc i feel so afraid and grossed out of the bathroom. I wake up and take care of zucchini alone, a few times a week someone takes her out for the day and i get a chance to depression sleep without feeling guilty for trapping puppy in the house all day with me. I take her for walks, i feed her, i hold her, i kiss her, we’re the only two that have no where else to go but this roach motel and in a few days i’ll never see her again. It’s hard to look at her and it’s hard to think about it. I cry at night thinking about it. i cry when i think about how badly i wanted to move her out to CA with me. i cry when i think about the last 6 months her and i spent together almost everyday. I cry when i think about the hikes we used to go on every weekend and the dog food brand she has to eat so her stomach dosent get messed up. I cry when i think about how much i didn’t care for her when we first got her and how badly i wish i could reverse time and plan better to move her out with me. I feel like my baby is being ripped from me and i have no say. it feels hard to be snuggled up in the same bed together at night knowing in 4 days it’s never again but it feels harder knowing if i didn’t snuggle up with her in my bed she would be alone in the living room at night. i feel heartbroken. feel drained. feel like i didn’t do enough or fight hard enough or plan hard enough to keep her in my care. I love zucchini and that hurts really bad