#(that was also before i went to bed so yeah)

[mssainz]

PART 12 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

BIRTH OF "CARLOS HAVE NO BALLS" GC

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GET TOGETHER

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We arrived at the resort early in the morning. The breeze feels cold as it touches your skin. You have Cael in my arms who is still asleep. You let Lando grab our things into your room. There you saw a familiar figure sitting in the lounge area. He is just casually browsing through his phone. You're about to follow Lando to know where your room is, when Carlos intentionally clears his throat to stop you from taking another step.

“Good morning,” Carlos greeted you. “There's nothing good in the morning having you as my view,” You replied, wanting to turn him off. He was stunned by your hostility and left him unspoken.

“What do you want?” Yn said, waiting for Carlos to snap out. “Ah, Am.. How's your drive here?” Carlos blurted, not knowing what words to choose to keep the conversation going. “It's none of your business,” Yn responded, before leaving Carlos.

Barrier, barrier, barrier. I gotta build the Great Wall of China.

You take the lift to reach your room. There you opened the door, revealing a wide view of the beach from your window. You then carefully lay Cael down on the bed and let him sleep a bit more while unpacked your stuff. “Mama..” Cael said, immediately after waking up. “Hi baby, how’s your sleep? We’re at the resort already,” You replied to your son, who is barely opening his eyes.

You changed his clothes to a more appropriate one, Hawaiian shirt and a white shorts. You also changed into something that suits the beach vibe. You put on a black one-piece and layered it with a slitted long black skirt.

The boys were playing beach volleyball when you arrived by the shore. Cael got excited and went straight to his father who now acts as the referee. He immediately climbed into his father’s arms.

“You gave birth to such a beautiful boy,” Kelly said, who is walking towards you with Penelope and Alexandra. You gave them a smile immediately as you recognized her voice. “Hey. Hi P!” You said, greeting the dazzling ladies. “Wanna join them? It’s been a while since we get together,” Kelly suggested, which you agreed upon.

You played beach volleyball with them and step-out for a bit to take a breath. Carlos is stealing glances at you, mesmerized by your beauty. "What are you staring at? You're not the only one who has beach body here, you know" Yn said as she caught Carlos looking at her from head to toe. You continued to watch the game, your eyes following the ball.

“What are you glaring at?” Carlos asked, who is standing next to you. “I'm not even glaring at you. It's just the sun is too bright,” You replied, slightly squinting with furrowed eyebrows. Carlos lent you his sunglasses but you rolled your eyes and was about to walk away to get some drink. You quickly rejected his offer or…. not.

You remembered that you actually didn't bring sunglasses so you swiftly walked back to Carlos and snatched his. You breezely face him away to increase the distance between you two. Carlos watched as you walked away, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“You might want to stop staring at her and start frowning, Carlos,” Max said.

“Yeah, I can see all your teeth including your wisdom tooth from here dude,” Daniel added.

“You can’t blame me. Doc is hotter than the sun,” Carlos replied.

“You might not want to look directly at the sun,” Charles responded.

“I’ll stare at her and look after her even if it hurts. I’ll be happily loss my vision,” Carlos said, eliciting a chuckle and cheers from his friends.

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P and Cael were building a sand castle not far from you. “Cael, baby come here for a bit,” You called out for Cael to put some sunscreen on him. “Thank you, Mama,” Cael said, before running back to P. The kids get along so well that they are now inseparable.

“Why don’t you put some on Carlos?” Lando blurted out, appearing from nowhere, holding a soda in his hand. “Huh?” You replied with a frown. “Carlos! Caaarl…” You cut Lando off by putting the bottle of sunscreen in his mouth. Carlos looked back at you two with a confused expression.

"Lando you and your big fat mouth," Yn said, giving Lando death stare. He was about to open his mouth again when...

"One more word, and I'll make youa swallow this bottle," You warned him.

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The day was filled with fun, teasing, and bickering between you and Carlos. Despite your hostility, Carlos never misses the chance to take care of you and Cael in his own subtle ways. He gets you to drink when you need it. He takes care of Cael so you can enjoy yourself too. It is small things that you appreciate, especially since it's been awhile since you get to have vacation. It’s a rare occasion to take a break from being a mom and a doctor at the same time.

P and Cael are already down on their bed and are already in the dream land. Everybody was just hanging out and having a drink in the common area. You decided to walk by the shore alone and take a peaceful break.

The sound of the waves brings serenity to your ears. The stars up the night are shining brighter than they usually did. The breeze just makes you feel safe and sound. You’re just walking through the sand allowing your feet to be buried in the debris as you take every step. You are just in peace, no thoughts coming in. It’s just clear and serene. You sat down and just feel the moment.

“Hey” a familiar voice sat beside you. “Carlos,” You replied. “What are you doing here alone?” Carlos replied.

“Nothing. Just nothing,” You said. After that, a silence filled the air. It’s just the wave going back and forth.

“How are you?” Carlos said, breaking the silence between you two. “But please, before you become hostile, I’m asking a genuine question, okay. How are you doing? How are you and Cael? How are you able to take care of our son, despite your busy schedule?” Carlos immediately followed up before you can even unleash the “it’s none of your business”.

“I’m doing great. Me and Cael are doing great. Well, uhm… yeah, busy schedule as always but I manage. I try my best to spend time with our son. As much as possible, I wanna be with him all the time,” You replied, this with a longer sentence. Before silence filled your conversation again, you began talking about your son.

“I introduced you to Cael, immediately as he began to understand things. I talk about you to him, so he’ll have an idea who you are. But recently, he was just adamant to meet you. That’s why I decided to come here,” You continued.

“Thank you, Yn. I really appreciate it,” Carlos replied.

“That’s the least thing I can do for him,”

“Does he ever question our situation? Why were we not together? Why were we not living on the same roof?” Carlos curiously asked.

“He does. He always does. Well, it’s given, he’ll wonder why it's only me. And… I was just honest with him. I explained that we were divorced because things didn’t work as we expected it to be. And, of course, he had many questions and I tried to explain everything in a way he could understand. And I’m grateful that Cael is so understanding about our situation. He was just cool about it,” You replied with a smile on your face, thinking how lovable your son is whenever he carefully asks you about sensitive questions.

“He is understanding because you did a great job raising him. You raised him very well, Yn. I can see that in him. He is very polite, lovable, and genuine. He is a ball of sunshine that makes everybody smile when he is around. He is like that because he was raised by a wonderful woman. A woman of her values and morals,” Carlos said. You faced Carlos with an awe in your eyes. You're barely holding your tears in your eyes. It was the first time you were praised about something that people always refer to as a normal thing to do, raising your child well. His words made you feel that you finally did a great thing out of all the mistakes you made, after thinking that you are the worst person in the world. He assures you that you are doing a great job and notices the things that for you are just normal and nothing special.

Carlos looked at you with confusion. “Why?” Carlos asked you as he can see the crystals that are forming in your eyes. “Nothing, it's just.. Thank you. Thank you for saying that.” You replied, wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“You're welcome. Well, I’m just mentioning what I see,” Carlos replied, making you smile.

“Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold here,” Carlos said and you two walked back to your respective rooms.

AN: Sorry for late update. I'm just really really busy nowadays. I hope you like this one. Let me know your thoughts and if you wanna be added to the taglist. Thank y'all!

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[makethemhoesmad]

first sight

dancing with our hands tied part one!

paige bueckers x reader

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brooke’s pov

“holy shit brooke,” taniya shouts from her room. 

“what,” i yell back. it’s a questionable method of communication, but it works for us. i hear her footsteps clambering towards my room, then my door bursts open and taniya, my five-foot-barely anything roomate flings herself onto my bed.

“paige FUCKING bueckers commented on your post and all you did was like it? i thought i taught you better than this, bee,” taniya says, shaking her head at me.

“well, it’s not like-“

“HOLD ON,” taniya cuts me off, “she liked this comment saying ‘the spine tattoo…my god’ brooklyn mae johns she’s fucking in love with you.”

i roll my eyes at taniya’s wild predictions, which aren’t new to our friendship. “first of all, my name isn’t even brooklyn, second of all, wait, check my phone, who’s that message from?”

taniya picks up my phone, reads something, then screams at the top of her lungs and chucks my phone at me.

Paige💕

Hey was just wondering what college you went to?

i stare blankly at the screen, starstruck. taniya nudges me, motioning at the phone to respond.

Brookee🐝

Uconn, like you. 

Paige💕

Oh shit really? I didn’t know you knew so much about me😏

“is she really tryna flirt with me IN MY DMS right now?” i say out loud. taniya giggles.

“no shit sherlock, that’s why she slid into your dms. tell her you like basketball or something!”

Brookee🐝

i mean, i like basketball and my dorm isn’t that far from gampel. the mcdonald’s like twenty minutes away is like ten times cooler tho.

“you sneaky shit,” taniya snickers.

Paige💕

Fr you should meet me there in like 30.

Brookee🐝 

No shit?

Paige💕

Yeah i’ll see ya then

i swipe out of instagram and start pacing around my room, opening drawers and holding things up to my body.

“bee, cool it. paige is about to show up in team travel gear, so your sweatpants and cute ass tank top are fine. put on some mascara or something if it’ll help you chill, but you’ll look great.” taniya is a little psychotic most of the time, but she’s calm as fuck in these situations.

i twist my hair up into a clip and climb into my car, palms sweaty. i don’t know why i agreed, this is so creepy and random.

Paige💕

i’m otw, u almost there?

Brookee🐝

yeah almost, ps don’t text and drive

Paige💕

hypocrite

Brookee🐝

😔

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“hey brooke!” i hear a voice from behind the booth im sitting in, nursing a sprite and a small fry.

“hi paige,” i say, grinning. she smiles back, and slides into the other side of the booth, then reaches over and takes one of my fries.

“get your own,” i chide, while sliding the fries closer to her. “besides that, why’d you randomly want to know what college i go to?”

she shifts in her seat. as she opens her mouth, a waitress comes by with a happy meal. paige opens it up and dumps her fries into the other end of the nugget box. before she eats, i quickly snap a picture.

“you don’t mind if i post this? it’s kinda how im paying for my guilty pleasures.”

she nods, “yeah, tag me. anyway, i asked you about what college you went to because i thought i knew you from somewhere, but i just could not figure out what. also, you’re like, really pretty so i wanted to talk to you.”

she blushes at the last part, which makes my cheeks go a bit pink. 

“well, you’re not exactly bad looking yourself. when can i see you again, because it’s getting late and i want to see my bed,” i say. taniya would be proud of my straightforwardness.

“Well, i’ve got tickets to a Sun & Fever game for monday, and the person i was going with just bailed on me, so do you wanna come?” 

i blink at paige in shock. i’ve literally known her in person for maybe twenty five minutes and she’s already offering me things?

“i mean, im not doing anything, and the Sun’s arena isn’t that far, is it?” i ask, hoping to get any more information on whatever she’s proposing.

“yeah, it’s probably only like an hour with traffic, but i can pick you up and drive you home if you want? or we can get a hotel? i have a hotel, but i can cancel it if you wanna you home, i just didn’t want to drive again after the game because leaving would be hell.”

i nod, hoping it looks cool and confident and not utterly confused.

“yeah, we can keep the hotel, it’s okay.”

“aight, i’ll get you on monday around three.” 

paige walks me out to my car, and as i climb in, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. once i see that she’s gone, i call taniya.

“Bitch do i have so much to tell you.”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #dancing with our hands tied #paige bueckers x influencer #paige bueckers x oc

[elvenbeard]

Old and Happy

😭 my feels have been all over the place since I finally finished this! Don't even remember when I started, as I kept working on and off on it over a couple of months. But I think it was after writing something particularly angsty and going "you know what, they will get their happy ending though, so it's all good".

Some details and thoughts below the read more cause it got long hhhh ;A;

This is in about 2087 maybe, roughly "ten years later". Vince changed his hair, ditched the rattail for good (or again xD) for something still colorful but a bit more easy to style. But he might change it up again, he's done so repeatedly and still likes to experiment with his hair.

Not visible, he probably would've added some elements to his back tattoo after surviving all of 2077. Johnny's tattoo he covered up as well, he would've done that first probably before the back piece. Adding some things here and there over time, with colors and patterns and wings, some cherry blossoms ('cause a thing of beauty will never truly fade away - hence just not getting laser removal but covering it with something that suits him more, but keeping some elements like the J and V visible). It started with three roses below the "V" as a little homage to Jackie, and 2077 as the year that finally put him on the right track in his life, even if it almost killed him in the process.

Overall he is a healthier weight than he was for most of his life, and finally got some therapy he desperately needed to deal with all the crap he went through pre-2077 already. He's not dyeing his first grey hairs because hell, that he's even still around to get some is amazing with his line of work and life story. And he realized that there's no need to be super well put togeher 24/7, clean shaven and whatnot, when you know you're just gonna be hanging out with your man and cat all weekend (and actually allowing yourself to something like that - leisure time and pizza in bed, unheard of to 2077!Vince). He's doing good and feels good and comfortable, physically and mentally.

Kerry also changed, also embracing the dad bod over abs, probably still experimenting with his looks a lot now and then whenever the label feels like they need to draw attention to him for whatever reason. But to the brown eyes he returned in 2078 already in my headcanon for the Sun ending timeline, and he stuck with them.

Overall I think he might finally care a little less about other people's opinions too, the buzz and the drama, cause he knows that at the end of the day there's always gonna be someone waiting for him at home who loves him unconditionally. He's a bit calmer and at ease, but of course still up to no good whenever he gets the chance to stir shit up xD Vince and him remain to be a dangerous duo you don't wanna mess with. At that point Vince is a well-respected, even if somewhat elusive, fixer, so he's probably even more dangerous now than he used to be as a mere merc with an arsenal of connections and resources at his disposal that can almost rival Kerry's.

I also gave Kerry a lil new cyberware piece on his hand - he is an old man and I think, using his hands as a musician on the daily, at some point there's just gonna be some wear and tear to your bones and joints only tech can fix anymore... Especially if you're stubborn and refuse to retire cause no, you're not done yet, you still have so much to yell into the world and music to make, stuff to add to your legacy and all.

Last but not least: Nibbles is an old lady already as well here, but living her best life with her dads spoiling her rotten, of course!

And then öalkshjdfagsdföasgdfaösfh ;___;

Y'know, "to bad decisions" and all, and two very different pieces still fitting together perfectly somehow, and light and shadows, and the sun and moon and yeah. ;___; Brb crying, the feels are back xD

Thanks so much for reading if you made it this far!! They mean so much to me and aösdjhfajsfhasfk could go on forever about every little detail xD On to the next drawing!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #Cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk fanart #cp2077 fanart #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x v #cyberpunk v #male v cyberpunk #masc v #otp: to bad decisions #art by me #screaming crying öakjshdfaasdfasfdhf #already been yelling on discord about trying to put everything into words for the past few days xDD #now I finally did it

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

June 4th

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1. For the next Fic Finder, I read this long time ago and can't remember the title but it was a long fic (one shot) and I remember it was an AU (kinda futuristic from what I remember) where Wei Ying was a werewolf shifter and he was on the run when he got transported/summoned to another world by some mages Lan Zhan being among them when he first came to the new world. There's some magic academy mystery they needed his help with and in the end Wei Ying stays in the new world with Lan Zhan. I also remember towards the end, the reason Lan Zhan was involved and so intrigued by Wei Ying because his brother turned into a werewolf but with none of his humanity and he was trying to find a solution to save him. Wei Ying was helping with him when he went back with Lan Zhan to his home.

I would be so grateful if anyone knows this fic!! @cara-tanaka

FOUND? Ribbons and Heartsongs by jeyhawk (E, 36k, WangXian, Fantasy AU, Science Fiction AU, Dimension Travel, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Marriage Proposal, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Anal Sex, WWX is a werewolf, but it's not a typical werewolf au)

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2. Hi mojo! Just want to say ur blog is soooooo helpfull and i am on it everyday!!! I was looking for this fic where lwj and wwx get stuck in a coffin because there are some thiefs who break in to find something id remember and lwj gets dirty with wwx and *ahem*😏 f**gers (fingers) him and wwx starts screaming for help. That's all.Hope you can help me find it 🥺.Thank you, Bye Mojo 👋🏻

Found?🔒 Tomb raider by Aki_no_hikari (E, 6k, WangXian, Case Fic, Anal Fingering, Dry Humping, wangxian have sex in a coffin)

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3. Hello! I've read a couple years ago a WangXian fic in Modern AU, I believe it was.

I don't remember if it was pwp or not, but I wanna read it again! lwj might have been a university professor or TA, I don't remember. I know wwx came by earlier then his pears for the lecture / test, things happened and he got on to work. Blowjob lwj under the desk with the other students taking a test. Something like this.

Please help me find it! 😭😭

FOUND? but you brought me to my knees by orphan_account (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Choking Spanking, (just once), Cock Slut, Crossdressing, Teacher-Student Relationship, PWP)

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4. hello! I went through all of my bookmarks to find a fic I suddenly thought of but unfortunately, I couldn't find it. I only remembered a scene where alpha!wwx gave something to omega!lwj (not really sure if it was a suppressant, but if I remember it right, it's something he could use to conceal his scent) jiang cheng was with wwx when he gave it to lwj. wwx also had a conversation with jyl about why a certain omega's scent bothers him (not bother in a bad way). I don't know if it was a getting together fic but yeah, wwx had some realizations. that's all I have. I would appreciate the help! thank youuu!

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5. Hey there, love the work you do, giving me reading material for years. This time I come before you because I failed to track my fics like an amateur.

So this fic was had age reversal among the twin jades and there was something about lwj bonding with nmj as big bros. Pretty sure wangxian was involved, not sure though.

Ik it's all over the place but let me know if you find it.

FOUND? Strong enough to carry him- he ain't heavy, he's my brother. by Starlitverses (Not Rated , 5k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, LWJ & NMJ, LXC & NHS & NMJ, WIP, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Brotherly Love, LXC Deserves Happiness, Protective LWJ, Age Swap, First jade LWJ, Second Jade LXC, Sect Leader LWJ, LWJ being the protective older brother, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives,bFluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt LWJ, Hurt LXC , LXC & WWX Friendship, Protective Older Brothers, NMJ & LWJ bonding over their little brothers, WangXian learn actual communication, Meddling LXC, you thought older brother LXC was scary? LWJ is worse, Older LWJ, Older WWX, everyone loves and wants to protect LXC, LXC-centric, LWJ will destroy anyone that hurts his brother) haven't read it but the tags sound like what you were looking for!

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6. Fic Finder ask: Idr anything else, but I vividly remember this one paragraph where WWX and LWJ were in a relationship(I think it was young love but it might not have been, I just remember picturing them very young and wwx in his og body) and WWX was working hard on something(I think it was talisman related but that’s also a variable)and to take a break from it he’d turn to LWJ and jump him req-ing “rape” which was just shorthand for woo hoo with cannon kinks.(which was explained in the text)

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7. Hi!! I've looked for this fic on ao3 and my bookmarks list but I was unable to find it, maybe I've been filtering with wrong tags or keywords.

But from what I remember, it was an au where if you love someone enough, the first time you touch them you leave a colored mark on them. Wwx has left his signature red on most people, but has never had any marks left on him, not even from jyl. So he always covers himself up and wears gloves, accepting he'd never be loved, until of course Lwj leaves a blue hand print on him. It isn't a soulmate au though, I don't exactly remember if it was canon settings or modern settings.

Hope you can find it easily and many thanks for your hardwork :> @songtaegguk

That sounds like one of these -

FOUND? leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

FOUND? pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

FOUND? Mark me with your devotion by orphan_account (M, 18k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, soulmate AU with a twist, The twist is not a curse though, I'm sorry but everyone is kind of toxic in this, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, A-Yuan is adorable, First Time, Canon-typical Sex, Cultivation Partners, Fluffy wangxian, Nothing else is all that fluffy, Night-hunting together, Their studies are different that's why they keep going on missions and not staying in Gusu much)

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8. Hi! There is a fic that i want to read again. The problem is, not only i don't remember much of the story, i don't know if this fic is from this fandom or detective conan. But i'm sure it's from this fandom. It's modern au where there are serial killer on the loose. WWX investigate it. He has an ability to see the corpse's past (i think he has an ability? Not sure about this part). But even with his ability, he can't solve it. There are connection between the victim. Their connection is the next victim is the one that found the previous victim (again i'm not sure if it only the one that found the body or other witnesses too). The state of their body is brutal. There are some evidence of torture. WWX investigate this until he become the target because he found the newest victim. I think he was kidnapped and when he wake up he is in a room. I don't know how to explain it but he tried to escape like the previous victims but the room or more like the place he was in is full of trap. If you ever watch danganronpa v3 side despair, the place is similar to when Nanami Chiaki died. Thats all i can remember. I trully hope its not my imagination. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

unfortunately is not it! If i remember correctly, they all work in police force and WWX work as forensic i think?

NOT FOUND! I don’t know if this is it but th me description vaguely reminds me of Post Mortem by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 178k, WangXian, Psychological Horror, Modern, friends with benefits, they're both fucked up but they love each other so much, Slow Burn Mystery, Unnegotiated Kink, Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, Stalking, Drug Addiction, Serial Killers, in WWX's desire to critique the 'final girl' trope he accidentally becomes one, Angst with a Happy Ending, meta commentary on the horror and true crime genres) If nothing else it’s a good read!

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9. Hi, fic finder request pls: I've been searching for this one specific wangxian fic i read an year or so ago on ao3. AU: mordern world, a/b/o, heavy angsty plot with a happy ending, i cant recall the tags n no matter how much i browse it's like the fic never existed but i kind of remember the plot: ""wei ying got $Aed (sexually assaulted) by a stalker n lan zhan blaimed him for cheating?(i don't exactly remeber) so WY disappeared later found out that he was prego ..gave birth to his baby all alone (i remember crying 10 times) later our alphaLZ regrets everything and finds him and tries to help him anyway possible and to have a fresh start :') but one day wei ying goes into heat n the stalker finds him but lz comes through and saves wei ying and they bond and become mate... happy ever after"" I've been dying to read it again :") I'd really appreciate if you're able to find it.

Thank you!!!

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10. Hello!!! This is my first time asking, you guys truly do god’s work!!!!

I’m looking for a fic where jiang yanli was reincarnated as wei wuxian’s child? I think it might have been the second part to a series and it may have involved a time traveling wei wuxian, though i’m not completly sure. I think in the summary it refers to Jiang Cheng as a neibhour who’s also reincarnated.

Thanks so much in advance!!! @avocadokichi

FOUND? sounds like the third part of 结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Reincarnated LWJ & LXC, YL WWX, Reincarnation, Secret Identity, Identity reveal)

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11. So there's this timetravel fic where teen wangxian meets older wangxian and teenLWJ is upset futureLZ's husband is not WWX.

Teenji dont realise HGJ's husband is wy in mxy's body and is quite rude to both hgj & his husband for betraying his pure love.

Does this ring any bell? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

Hanguangjun's husband is not the fic i was looking for.

There's only four characters in the fic, teenwylz and olderwylz. They meet in the jingshi and teenwylz are the ones who timetravelled

NOT FOUND! Hanguang-jun's Husband by lilacevergarden (alittlemorecreative) (T, 6k, WangXian, Time Travel, Jealous WWX)

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12. Hi, I'm hoping you can help me find this fic. It takes place during the Cloud Recess study arc. I remember the Jiang's arrive at Cloud Recess to discuss Wei Wuxian marrying Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian was confused as to why they thought he was in love with Lan Wangji, until Jiang Yanli and Madam Yu reminded him that he sent letters with bunnies with red and white ribbons in the margins kissing. The story had a happy ending. I'd appreciate any and all help in finding this story. @amalthia

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13. For fic finder please! I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian was blind or maybe just color blind. This is revealed in the Burial Mounds Settlement days when a-Yuan is learning colors and Wei Wuxian teaches him the wrong color for a radish (because he can’t see/doesn’t know colors either). Wen Qing was surprised to learn that Wei Wuxian had been blind the whole time she knew him..

FOUND? close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Transfer, Romance, Pining)

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14. I once read a fic about the four children showing the future to the past using an array or a talisman.

I want to know its name.

FOUND? Teen Project to Change the World by animeloverhomura (Not Rated, 841k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Watching the Show, With a bit of the Manhua and Book thrown in, BAMF WWX, Fix-It, JGS is his own warning, Attractive WWX, Homophobia, disturbing imagery)

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15. Hi there! I'm starting to pull my hair out in fear it has been deleted from ao3 but shooting my shot. Looking for a very specific amnesia LWJ fic (I cannot recall if it was one shot or multi, but it was either a long one shot or at least a few chps long?) where I think LWJ got cursed, and no one specifically tells him who WWX is - he gets jealous of himself cause it was at least revealed that WWX is married to someone in the clan? Sorry if this is not quiet enough info.

FOUND? It's not an exact match (LWJ eventually overhears that WWX is married, but no clan affiliation is mentioned) but I think #15 could be Unavoidable by diamondbruise (T, 18k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Amnesia, Jealousy, LWJ just is like that idk what to tell you, Misunderstandings, Falling In Love, Again, Happy Ending, it's that thing where they're married but lwj can't remember wwx and they meet again)

FOUND? #15 an effect (without a cause) by astrobandit deleted from ao3 afaik, i have a copy

FOUND? tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Amnesia, Falling In Love, Domestic Fluff) i haven't read this in a while, but "tonight i can write the saddest lines"might be similar?

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16. Hey

I am looking for a fic. In the fic there is a book that explains lwj and juniors find it and use it interpret his expression. @mayavsworld

FOUND? Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, gen, Fluff and Crack, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) )

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17. Hello again, thank you for finding the book for me lastime. So this book is a time travel fix it where wei Ying and peacock go back into the past and run away together to try and find a way to stop the war but they don't know that their clans are watching them, poor lan wangji is so jealous that he wants to kill the peacock. I hope you can find it please! @blackrabbitusako24

FOUND? Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan are oblivious Besties ♥ series by Akak_ShadMe (G, 16k, JZX & WWX, JYL/JZX, WangXian, JC & NHS, NHS & WWX, JC/NHS, JC & JZX, LWJ & WN, JZX & WWX Friendship, Time Travel Fix-It, Platonic Relationships, Protective JZX, Confused JC, JZX Lives, Oblivious WWX, Awkward JZX, Angst and Humor, Platonic Cuddling, Fluff, Hurt WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Breakdown, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Feels, Protective JYL, JZX Has Friends, Cuddling & Snuggling, Crack, Good Sibling JC, Crossdressing, JC is So Done, Cinnamon Roll WN, JZN Being an Asshole) i was curious about this so i looked in ao3 and this is what i found closest to the description

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18. Hello,

I'm looking for a wangxian fic, post canon,

where wei ying I'd traveling but can't fall asleep because he has nightmares. So he doesn't sleep at all until the juniors find him. He almost gets hurt and the juniors take him to lan zhan. Lan zhan helps wei ying to sleep.

I think it was only one chapter.

Thanks in advance @smarti1997

FOUND? hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

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19. Hi! looking for a fic with this description. it may have been deleted. I am not sure who is the creator. I do have an old link to it: lan wangji tries to be a hall monitor but this is not his house, now he's in detention too.

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20. searching for a fic...reincarnated wwx and immortal lwj?

fic search: WWX was reincarnated and LWJ was immortal. Set in modern times. LWJ had a lot of little bits where he hadn't fully caught up with technology. I believe he had adopted LSZ as well? And may have been a music teacher?

I also believe both LWJ and LXC were immortal.

In WWX's modern backstory, he was on the outs with the Jiangs after he had accidentally injured JYL on her wedding day and she bad been in the hospital ever since, so Jin Ling was being raised by Jiang Cheng.

Wen Ning may also have been working at a coffee shop and may have been dating Mo XaunYu

I read it several years ago, possibly around 2021, so it is not at all a recent fic. @kaijuerotica

FOUND? #20 is monotone. I don't remember the author's pen name, but they took it off of AO3 and uploaded it to Google docs

There's a link in this thread

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21. Hiiiii I am looking for a fic i read awhile back. Its a/b/o. I remember it was omega lwj and Alpha wwx. I just remember one scene from, where after they are mated they visit jzx and jyl. Jzx meets lwj privately to give him back his mothers hair pin. Apparently they were previously engaged but i think the lans fell from power so the jins canceled the engagement. Thaaank you 💕

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

[turcott3]

listen here my concept on matt was being a good friend of his and you've never experimented or did really anything much with guys before so you nervously but boldly approach him and ask if you could practice giving him head and he guides you through it step by step .......... bye i had to.

21st

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, wine, oral sex male receiving, kissing

masterlist

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you and matt sat distant on the long sectional long after everyone had left your 21st birthday celebration. you’d been best friends with the boy as long as you could remember so you asked if he would stay the night with you like old times.

“this wine is actually really good.” matt says breaking the silence.

“yeah it is, that’s why i bought it.” you smirk.

“now y/n, how did you buy this wine last week? just a question.

“well let’s just say the ‘how’ is cut up in my garbage right now.” you giggle, cracking a smile.

“you sneaky sneaky girl.” you points at you.

“as always.” you giggle, downing the rest of your glass. the thing about wine that differed from the other things you drank is that it makes you honest. you were barely even buzzed, but wine brought out the honesty in you.

“wow it’s so crazy, i’m 21 and i still haven’t even actually hooked up with a guy.” you scoff.

“you’re not a virgin though? i’m confused.” he adds.

“well i guess the better word would be properly. he stuck it in, nut, and then left.”

“wow.”

“did i really never tell you that?” you ask, sitting up on the couch and setting your glass on the coffee table.

“no?” he replies giggling, doing the same.

“it’s kind of embarrassing.” you reply as he gets up and sits closer to you on the couch.

“why’s it embarrassing?”

“it just is. i don’t wanna be 21 and completely unexperienced.” you say as silence rung out in your living room.

“hey matt?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“yeah.”

“can you….. teach me some….. stuff?” you asked practically in a whisper, a blush burning on your cheeks as you stared at the floor.

“teach you what?” he replies, using his fingers to guide your gaze back to his.

“i don’t know, i just-“

“yes i can y/n, i was messing with you.” he giggles.

“oh okay.” you reply, the blush burning darker.

“don’t be shy now y/n, you can trust me.” he says brushing your hair behind your shoulders.

“i know i can trust you matt, i’m just nervous.” you reply picking at the skin of your nails.

“would you feel more comfortable if we went to your room?” he asks softly, running a soft hand up your thigh. you only nod in response as the tall boy stands up in front of you.

“come here.” he mutters as you reach for him. he picks you up, your legs latching around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. carefully, he shuts your door behind you and stops in his tracks.

“look at me pretty girl.” he says, doing as you’re told you pick your head up off his shoulder and lock eyes with him, a smile spreading across his face before locking his lips with yours gently and respectfully. you moved your hands to grab onto his face, begging to deepen the kiss. you had never imagined you’d be in this position with your lifelong best friend but at the same time it felt so familiar to you. you felt safe in his embrace and absorbed the love from his affection deeply. regretfully, he breaks apart the kiss, setting you down carefully on the bed. you sat up on your knees and looked up at the brunette who looked down on you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“now what is it you want me to teach you exactly?” he asks, squatting down to your level, his hand placed gently on top of your hand that rested on your thigh.

“oh um, anything. i really don’t mind.” you reply shyly.

“do you feel comfortable getting undressed for me or is that not okay?” he asks.

“i think im comfortable.”

“okay just take off some layers until you want to stop, is that okay?” he asks gently and you nod, removing your shirt revealing the black lace bra you’d bought yourself for your last birthday. you notice matt also removing his shirt.

“matt you don’t have t-“

“yes i do. it’s only fair. if you’re gonna be vulnerable, so am i.”

“okay.” you reply, blushing as you shimmied out of your jean shorts, him removing his jeans and tossing them to the side.

“i think this is good.” you say, very aware of your bareness.

“okay.” he says as you look back up at him.

“do i look okay?” you ask with a gleam in your eye.

“gorgeous.” he smiles, bending over and reconnecting your lips softly for a few moments.

“okay, i’m gonna teach you how to give head, that alright?” he asks and you nod eagerly. now that you’d seen him in this light, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to see him another way, and that didn’t bother you.

slowly, he pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his soft cock. at first glance he was already big and that made you nervous as to what was to come.

“give me your hand.” he asks quietly and you do so. gently, he wraps your hand around his length.

“okay, now carefully but not too carefully, jerk me off.” he says and you do so, pumping your hand slowly up and down his cock. his hand wrapped back around yours moving you a little bit faster before letting go. you keep the speed and feel the blood begin to rush to his length. he thickened in your hand quickly as he muttered and mumbled words you couldn’t make out above you.

“you’re doing so good y/n.” he says.

“you’re so big matt.” you say before looking up at him with a smirk on his face.

“give me your hand.” he requests and you do so, removing your hand from his dick and holding it up to him. slightly, he bends over and spits a puddle of saliva into your hand.

“now do that again.” he continues and you do so, working the liquid into the skin of his swollen cock.

“good girl.” he mutters, a blush creeping into your cheeks once again.

“okay, are you ready babygirl?” he asks, using two fingers to tilt your chin upward to him.

“yes.” you reply lowly.

“i’ll start easy on you, open your mouth a little bit and stick out your tongue a bit as well.” he says and you do so, earning a nod of approval from the brunette.

“now take me into your hand, and put the tip onto your tongue.” he says and you do as your told, placing his wet, pink tip onto your tongue.

“now if you want you can brush your tongue along the underside of my tip,” he says and you begin to do so, “yeah just like th- fuck, it’s so-“

“sensitive.” you smirk, taking him away from your mouth for a moment.

“yeah, that.” he replies as your put it right back wear it was.

“now you can kind of take your tongue where ever you like, you can move all the way down to the base or you can circle the tip, whatever feels comfortable to you.” he says and you act upon his words, dragging your wet, warm tongue down his shaft to the base of his cock. you moved your way back up, circling the tip just like you’d been told.

“is this okay?” he asks, holding your hair in a ponytail.

“mhm.” is all you reply as you work your tongue magic on his thick cock.

“now, if you’re ready, you’re gonna protect your teeth with your lips and start to take some of the shaft into your mouth.” he says and you do so, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth you take some of him into your mouth, continuing to pay close attention to detail with your tongue.

“yes just like that.” he grunts as you make it just less than half way down his shaft before you begin to feel your gag reflex. quickly, you take him out of your mouth and look up at him.

“am i doing okay?”

“you are doing perfectly, is something wrong?”

“no, just don’t know how much i can take.” you sigh, avoiding a giggle,

“try to take a little more for me baby.” he asks and you nod, carefully taking him back into your mouth, pushing more of his cock in. you make it a moment further before gagging and pulling him out, spit webbing from your lips.

“god, i’m so close im sorry.” you sigh out.

“don’t apologize, here, hold onto your thumb like this, it’s shuts off your gag reflex.” he says and you copy his hand. using your free hand, you take his cock back into your mouth, your other hand gripping mercilessly onto your thumb, praying that maybe you could impress him. much to your surprise, you took him with ease, his happy trail tickling your nose as he bottomed out in your throat. you pulled him out with a pop, breathing heavily to get air back, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“that was so good baby, do you wanna try bobbing your head?” he asks and you do so, trying to mimic the same rhythm you used with your hand, your tongue tracing the bottom of his thick shaft.

“god you’re amazing.” he groans as his grip on your hair grows tighter, not pressuring you to move any other way. you continued this seemingly perfect routine, his moans and grunts growing closer together, his cock swelling even more. you could tell he was about to bust, as much as he didn’t want this night to end.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum y/n.” he says lowly as you take him all the way, his warm, milky climax spurting down your throat, you pulled him out slightly, allowing him to finish on your tongue before you impressively, swallow his nut.

“you’re a fucking natural.” he scoffs, a smile spreading across his face as you wiped your lips from the mixture of saliva and cum.

“really?”

“god yes.” he says, tackling you to your bed pressing sweet kisses all over your face.

“so, can we do this again sometime?” you ask, face inches away from him.

“oh yeah? what’s our next lesson?” he replies.

“what about that, but on me?” you smirk.

“so the next one is you grading me?” he giggles.

“duh.” you reply, “or maybe we can call it the final, and we can go all the way?” you continue and he hugs you to his chest tightly.

“are you sure?”

“yes matt, i trust you. god you’re amazing.”

“i just can’t wait to show you the good sex you actually deserve. i in fact will not, stick it in, nut and then leave.” he laughs.

“well id hope not, better live up to the hype.”

“i won’t let you down.” he smirks reconnecting your lips.

“we never specified when this next ‘lesson’ was.” he sighs.

“soon. very soon.” you reply.

it was moments later that the two of you got cozy, deciding that maybe you should sleep together in the bed instead of a few feet apart on a sectional in your living room. and maybe you shouldve done this way sooner than your 21st birthday party.

#matt rempe #matt rempe smut #matt rempe imagine #matt rempe x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #new york rangers #turcs’ talk

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys random headcanons──☆*:・ﾟ

Sfw

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

Hes lazy at home. Not because he’s tired he just wants you to take care of him, but when you call him a baby for all these requests he gets mad “I AM NOT A BABY! I AM A GROWN MAN! NOW SPOON FEED ME!”

He tries to prank you but fails, your too smart to fall for it. He always tries to trip you in public while walking and every time he is the one on the floor and your the one laughing some how-

He likes the idea of drawing and being an artist he just can’t draw. He can only draw stick people with different hair, one time he tried to draw you, gave up and instead gave you a picture of a stick person with your hair. It’s now on the fridge LOL

He tries to act cool around his friend with you but just makes a fool of himself. “Yeah this my bae so what?” “Yeah I’m his bae and he’s my baby, my big, soft, smiley baby!” His soul is now crushed and his friends all laughing

He sleeps like a ANIMAL. he full on can’t sleep normally, You both go to bed the same time, one of you is always gunna wake up on the floor, mostly you. Then he wakes up like “why you on the floor?”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He may seem cool but he gets very flustered. He doesn’t cover his face though he just closes his eyes so he doesn’t get more flustered and so he can ignore the fact that he is red

He CANT Dance, don’t EVER take him dancing. It’s not because he’s bad at dancing he just never learn. If there is music he will bop his head to the beat though, if you try to get him to dance he will freak out and freeze. He just doesn’t like it ok!

His waist is weirdly sensitive, you could barely touch his waist and he will start giggling. He isn’t ticklish anywhere else but if you take a feather to his waist he will start LAUGHING

He will kick your feet when he wants attention. If you guys are out to dinner with friends he will kick you under the table to get your attention, he thinks it’s funny until you fight back and stomp on his foot. He made you kiss his pain away at home, atleast he got attention LOL

He forgets the silliest things one time he forgot how to tie a knot so anything he needs to tie like his clothes or shoes you had to do for him. You don’t know if he actually forgot or if he just wanted to be babied-

Itachi🥀-*

He can’t handle heatwaves. If it’s over 90 degrees he’s gone for. One time you woke up on a heat wave morning waiting for him to wake up and walk out but he never did, you went to find him and he was in bed, sprawled out, shirt and covers off soaked in sweat. You had to rub ice on him to get him conscious -

Unlike naruto, he likes drawing and can ACTUALLY DRAW, although he can only draw plants but he doesn’t mind he likes plants! He will draw you flowers instead of buying you some which is like equally as cute~

He has very sensitive eyes. Like how he can’t handle heat he cant handle the sun either. If it isn’t cloudy he will have to squint to keep his eyes from hurting. When you told him to wear sun glasses he said “I still want to see you clearly though love…”

He’s not a big fan of skin care but he likes those face roller things. He bought one just so you could use it on him, he likes that it’s cold but also massaging!

He sneezes like a girl- he has the cutest, most petite sneeze you’ve ever heard out of a man which is cute and very funny. He doesn’t even realize it either “a-choo!” “That was crazy out of character” “huh?”

Kakashi🍃-*

He’s allergic to cats, he likes cats sure but he never hangs around them because he’s allergic. You didn’t know that and one day you brought a stray inside and he instantly turned puffy (poor thing)

Once he gets home and discards the mask he puts lip tint on. He has pink lips for that reason. When he first puts it on he will find you and kiss you just to leave a mark before waiting 10 minutes then whipping it off

He needs reading glasses but never uses them, then complains to you when he gets a headache as if you didn’t tell him to put them on

He takes a lot of baths. If he showers it bound to end up a bath. And he doesn’t care if your using the bathroom if he wants a bath he’s gunna make a god Danm bath. One time You were just washing your face and he busted in the door and ran to the bathtub, You washed your face as fast as you could-

He is EXTREMELY tired when he first wakes up, he doesn’t move for like 20 minutes so if he needs to get up and do stuff your gunna have to make him, like actually you’ll have the carry him out of bed.

Kiba🐺-*

He bites his nails from stress so you have made it a habit to smack his hand away when he does. It worked since all you have to do is tap him softly and he will stop. He’s so glad you help him get over bad habits

He decorated akamarus ears when he’s bored, one time you walk in on him giggling like a little girl and akamarus ears were pulled together in a little ponytail! You joined in on the fun🤞

He comes back from a casual walk along a complete mess, you have no idea how but one day he came back with half a bush stuck on his leg. He always cleans up though!

He sometimes transforms akamaru into himself to prank his friends or you, mostly you. One time akamaru came up to you as Kiba and started licking your face “EW OH MY GOD?!” “AUUFF AUF!” “KIBA YOUR NOT FUNNY”

He always has tan cheeks and nose. Compared to the rest of his face, his cheeks are cute and golden!

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He lets you win at intelligents based games to make you feel better. Except one time he actually tried and lost. He’s convinced you cheated

His hair is straight but gets very frizzy if not cared for. (You care for it since he’s lazyy)

He draws on himself when bored, mostly just trippy designs like swirls and stuff. Will also let you draw on him, only if your good tho he doesn’t want “bad drawing” on him😔

He has a box FULL of hair ties and will notice if you take one. “This one you literally stole from me?” “Don’t care put it back!!!”

He gets Freezingly cold at night, like really really cold. When he snuggles up to you to warm up you could feel how cold he really is and you don’t understand how since you are both under covers-

Shino🪲-*

He keeps bugs in the house so they can watch over anything, they are basically his security cameras-

His hair is so cute and wavy! Also gets very frizzy because of the texture like Shika. He also makes you take care of it, he just really likes you touching his hair

He gives you bugs as gifts, not like freaky beetles but cute little bugs like lady bugs or fuzzy green caterpillars. You find it cute that he gives you things that mean so much to him

He shockingly has a sensitive neck, only to you though. Bugs can crawl all over it and he doesn’t move but if you try to kiss it he gets chills. Also shockingly he has really soft skin idk maybe he sheds skin (IM JOKING)

When he gets home and can finally undress he lets you take his glasses off since you love his eyes and he loves that you love them. He gets insecure about it sometimes!

Neji🎋-*

He speak really highly and intelligently but he’s honestly a little dumb sometimes, or maybe he’s just dumb with you to be silly we don’t know

The only jewelry he really wears is an ankle bracelet you got him

He loves hair charms, he likes decorating his hair! He likes putting clips and braids in it, sometimes even put color streaks in it if he wants to be festive

He really likes pottery and making things out of clay, he’s very creative and he finds clay the perfect outlet. He even makes pots for you!

He has a flower garden that NO ONE is allowed in. He treats them like they’re his baby’s, because they are! He’s favorite plant he has is his cactuses.

Lee🥋-*

He’s extremely energetic and powerful yet he has asthma, he denies it. But if it’s really hot outside he runs out of breath REALLY fast which makes you worry

He’s scared of spiders you kill the spiders for him or he runs! If you trap a spider and chase him with it he will almost start crying (he will start crying) he’s ashamed to admit spiders are his weakness

He wears mascara, he gotta make them lashes voluminous yk. He stole his mascara from tenten too. You made him give it back to her and bought him his own

It’s pretty obvious but he is FLEXIBLE! Backbend, splits anything he can do. You thought he broke his spine onces-

He’s not much of a plant guy but he has the TINIEST succulent in your room that he cares for, every other plant he has had died but not that one~

Choji🍥-*

He loves finger painting and is actually really good at it, you’d think it was made by a professional and an actual paint brush but no it was Choji and his finger paint😭

His hair is so thick most hair ties he uses break. He has to use hair needles instead because it’s the only thing that holds if he wants his hair up for a while

He thinks pillow fights are actually entertaining he could have a pillow fight with you all day and never get bored. He goes crazy if he’s over at someone’s house and they suggest pillow fights!

He loves bath bombs!!! He basically died when you run him a bath and put bath bombs in it, his favorite scent it lavender. Even if you didn’t add a bath bomb he loves when you make him baths he thinks its adorable

He paints your cheeks like his in your sleep, that’s his idea of a prank even though it’s basically him just being a cutie “look now your like me y/n!!”

Gaara⏳-*

He turns the black rings around his eyes to cat eyes sometimes. He looks ADORABLE with cat eyes. He sometimes even uses eye shadow too, if he can’t change it he thought might as well make it look cutee

He’s scared of mosquitos, he just doesn’t like bugs that can fly and go after human blood it freaks him out

He wears one of those scent bracelets and puts your signature scent in it so he always smells like you~

He gifts you plants all the time

He collect the silliest things, there are these cute little cat charms at a near by store and he’s working on collecting them all!

Kankuro🪆-*

Shockingly he really likes reading. He likes fiction books the most, he asks you for suggestions

He asks you what new make up design he should try, sometimes he just gives you the brush and lets you go wild. But you always make him look cute~

He fidgets with the ears on his hat when he’s bored. It rubbed off on you so now if he’s around you with his hat on you start messing with them-

He steals your clothes and hides them so you have no choice but to ask to use his for the day. After the day is over he comes up to you smiling and hands you your missing clothes “found em!” “By found em do you mean took them out of the hiding spot?” “Yeah-”

He paints his nails either black, pink or purple. He also lets you paint them, it honestly just ends up a mess. He would totally whip nail polishes on your nose~

#naruto fanfiction #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto reactions #naruto scenarios #naruto uzumaki #naruto x reader #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x reader #shino aburame #shino x reader #neji hyuga #neji x reader #rock lee #rock lee x reader #choji akimichi #choji x reader #gaara x reader #kankuro x reader #kankuro #gaara of the desert

[tenderleavesbob]

It was past midnight. Link had gone to bed an hour ago but could barely bring himself to close his eyes. His nerves felt raw and his mind refused to shut up. He had resigned himself to a sleepless night when he heard one of the other cots squeak.

It was too soft to be Tune's cot. The teenager was also snoring away like frogs were singing in his throat. That left Mask. Link pretended to be asleep and listened for the quiet padding of Mask's footsteps. If Mask was going outside to watch the moon again, Link planned on getting up to join him. He couldn't sleep, anyway.

Mask's quiet footsteps headed in his direction. He couldn't hear any familiar snickering, so Link doubted it was a prank. Which left...

Link wasn't surprised at all when a small hand tugged on his shirt. He opened his eyes. Mask's face was barely inches from his. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Mask whispered.

Like he had to ask. Link scooted backwards without a word. Mask clambered in after him and tucked himself against Link's chest. Link wrapped his arms and blanket around the boy. He pulled him close and waited. Tune snored on.

Mask hid his face in Link's throat where Link couldn't see his face. "What's the big deal with having a mom or dad anyway?" Mask's voice was muffled but his question was clear enough.

It was going to be one of those nights then. Link braced himself for the inevitable heartbreak. "What do you mean? Did someone say something?"

Mask shrugged. "Just stupid shit. They always act weird when I say I don't have one. I mean, did the Great Deku Tree count?"

Link wanted to hug Mask tight and never let him go. "I think so from the way you talk about him. A parent is someone you can rely on. Someone who means home. Someone who keeps you safe and teaches you about the world and helps you discover your place in it. It sounds like he was a good parent to you growing up."

Mask hummed against Link's throat. It felt odd. "You don't ever talk about yours."

Link broke and hugged Mask a little closer. He started rubbing his back. Whether to comfort Mask or himself, he didn't know. "They died years ago, before I joined the army." Their deaths were why he joined the army, but Mask didn't need to know that grisly story.

Anyone else would have apologized for his loss. Mask didn't know or understand that bit of etiquette. He made a thoughtful noise instead. "When your parent dies, is that the end? You don't get another?"

Link thought Mask was going somewhere with this, but he couldn't figure it out. "You had Hylian parents who loved you once. They tried to take care of you and made sure you were safe with the Great Deku Tree." Link hoped that was how that story went. Mask didn't talk about it. "So you had multiple parents who loved and cared for you. I bet you'll find more loved ones as you go."

Mask made another thoughtful noise. He tapped his fingers against Link's chest. Link noticed Tune's snores had stopped. When had he woken up? "Like you?"

"Hmm?"

"Like you?" Mask repeated. "Do you count?"

Oh. Oh. Link swallowed hard and immediately felt his eyes burn. So that's where Mask was leading with his conversation. "Yeah," he said huskily. "Like me."

Mask made a satisfied humming noise. "Okay. That's what I thought. Everyone keeps calling you my mom or my dad."

Link laughed quietly. It sounded a little damp. "Mom and dad, huh?"

"Yeah. No one would explain the difference to me."

Aw, fuck it. Link kissed the top of Mask's head. It was all he could see thanks to Mask's position and the blanket. "That's a conversation for a different night. Good night, Mask."

Mask huffed. "Whatever. Good night, Mom."

"Good night, Dad," Tune chirped.

Link squeezed his eyes tightly shut, but it didn't stop the tears. "Good night, kiddos."

To his surprise, it was much easier to fall asleep after that. He even had good dreams.

#lu warriors #tl scribbles #lu mask #hw link #lu tune

[untilwedont]

Aren’t I The Greatest?

pairings; jj maybank x m!reader

genre; angst

unrequited love w/ JJ

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why the hell did I just see full blown boobs in the gifs 💀

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everyone told you JJ wasn’t as warm-hearted as he deemed to be. It should’ve been obvious based on all his past hookups- hookup with them then completely ghost them afterwards. But when he had confessed his feelings towards you, you thought things would be different. That’d he’d actually stick around— and he did.. for the most part.

He tried loving you. He wanted to start something new instead of just constant hookups, which is why he brought you into his life. Except, JJ was so obviously not cut out for a relationship..

for the first couple months, his love for you was through the roof. You couldn’t have been more happier..- until you weren’t. Over the past few months, his love for you had seemed to drain. That sparkle in his eye for you just seemingly went away, no matter how hard you tried to get it back.

—~

looking at yourself in the mirror, you put on a seductive outfit, in hopes of getting something out of JJ. You stared at yourself for a good couple of minutes, taking in your features— the dark bags slowly forming under your eyes from constantly staying up all night.

In these times, you felt the most lonely. The boy you once loved— and still do, was falling out of love with you.

with a small sigh, you walked out the bathroom, over to where JJ was, which happened to be the kitchen. “J, do you think this outfit looks nice on me?” You asked, a little hesitantly as you walked up to him. You tried being cute, but instead of a smile or a compliment, JJ eyed you up and down. “yeah, you look fine.” He said blankly, giving you what was barely a smile before walking off.

you frowned, looking down at the floor, biting your lip. God, all that work and yet he still couldn’t care about seeing you naked- or at least half naked. After a minute, you walked back to your shared bedroom, throwing off clothes you had on. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you ran your fingers along your face, up to your hair. Tears threatened to fall out as you stared down at the floor, wondering what went wrong.

—~

though, this was just one of many failed interactions you had with JJ..

—~

Your anniversary with JJ had been coming up. It was a year of being together, and though your guys’ relationship was rocky, you still made it an effort to get him a gift..- in hopes that he’d get you one as well.

you admired the ring you’d gotten JJ, both your initials carved into it. You covered the ring back up before heading off to find JJ. After a while of looking, you managed to find him near the beach alone, sitting down on the sand.

you hid his gift behind your back before walking up to him. “J?” You called out softly, seeing his soft blue eyes head to the sound of your voice. “oh, uh.. hey.” He said, getting up from the sand to face you. He stood there awkwardly and quietly, waiting for you to speak. After realizing he wasn’t gonna say anything you, you spoke up. “do.. do you know what day it is?” You asked, hopeful, but also had a doubtful feeling he’d know.

“erm.. monday..?” He asked, a bit confused and unsure. You frowned, but quickly smiled a little once more. “no, silly.. its our anniversary..! remember?” you replied, finally revealing the gift you had behind your back. “and, i got you a little gift.” you said, with a smile and hopeful eyes.

“o-oh.. uh, yeah.. yeah, I remember.” He said with a small cough, scratching the back of his neck. “well, here.. I got you a gift to show my love for you!” You said, holding the gift out, waiting for him to reach it. “oh.. uhm, thanks..” he said, giving you a half smile before taking the gift from your hands. You smiled with anticipation, waiting for him to open the gift. “I.. I hope you like it.” You said as he opened the gift, taking the ring out.

“yeah.. its uh.. its great, m/n.” he said, not bothering to put the ring on, instead storing it back where he grabbed it. “I uh.. didn’t get you anything.” He spoke. He fiddled a little with his hands, his demeanor off- like he didn’t want to be around you. “o-oh.. its okay!” You said, although you felt your heart dwell. “Being with you is a gift itself.. I really hope you know how much I love you, J..” You said, trying to keep the mood bright.

“yeah.. same here. Listen, i uh, gotta go. I’ll see you later, m/n.” He said rather quickly, giving you another half smile before walking away, not leaving you a chance to speak. You look at him as he walked away, your smile dropping as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

all your love and patience being wasted on a man who couldn’t bother to reciprocate those feelings. all your hardwork to try to keep the relationship going continues to be unappreciated. and yet, you continue to stay. In hopes that one day that spark he had for you will come back.

#male reader #gay #malereader #male!reader #malereaderinsert #jj maybank x male reader #outerbanks x male reader #jj maybanks #outerbanks #jj maybanks imagine

[starringthesturniolos]

surprise- sturniolo triplets

summary- you've always wanted a cat and matt, chris, and nick come make your dream a reality.

contains- platonic relationships only<3 its just a cute little drabble fr.

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"she is going to flip the fuck out when she sees him." chris looks back at the little surprise him, matt, and nick got for you while rubbing his hands in anticipation. now that the car is parked matt looks back as well, and his eyes light up for the second time today. "Awww, he is sooo cute. such a handsome man." he coos making both chris and him chuckle. "I don't know...he looks like he'd bite the shit out of me." nick adds right after, making the two in the front seat burst out in laughter. "of course you think that nick" chris says. after they both calm down a little, nick shifts his attention to the camera at the front of the car.

"OKAY so if you guys watch our videos, you know Y/n and you also know how much she talks about wanting a cat. we figured it would be so fun if we just bought her one and got her reaction on camera. I, for one, am so so excited to see how happy she's going to be." he looks out the window at your front yard and sighs happily. "Y/n is so sweet, I love her." he says almost tearfully.

"here he goes, getting all emotional and shit" chris adds giggling at nicks nonsense.

after talking a little bit more about the story about getting the cat, they all walk out to go up to your front door. nick has a key, so there was no need to knock. they just walked right in to your tiny apartment. matt trails behind nick and chris as they make a beeline for your room. "she's probably still sleeping, im kinda scared to wake her up." nicks says fear creeping into his voice. you were one of the sweetest people they have ever met, but you are a whole other person when you first wake up. not only are you grumpy, but your also pissed with the person who interrupted your sleep. one time, nick went to wake you up from a nap to see if you wanted to go to top golf and you ended up shooing him out your room with a broom. lets just say, you didn't go to top golf and nick did not go into your room for about a week after that. chris and matt shudder at the memory, but chris is quick to reassure nick. "nah it'll be okay, she won't be annoyed we woke her up for long. I'll go in first. matt stay outside the door for a little until we call you in. " okay" matt says barely paying attention and just staring at the cuteness that is your kitten.

chris opens your door to find you sleeping. tissues surround the floor next to your bed, and you stir upon hearing someone opening your door. you sit up straight and sigh when you see him. "chris, what the hell are you doing here this early."

"we just wanted to come see you, feels like we haven't seen you in sooo long." he says with way more energy than you felt at the moment. "I would give you a hug, but you look like shit" he chuckles. your eyes were bloodshot red, your hair a mess, and your nose bright red from blowing it all night. even so, you shoot him a glare but your eyes soften when you see his smile. chris always reminds you of a kid in a candy store, and his bubbly attitude is contagious.

"yeah well, im hoping its allergies." you say smiling back at him before nick walks in.

"okay girl, you don't have allergies. lets be real, your sick." nick points at you. "sickie sickie doesn't get any kissy kissies." he says in a strange high pitch voice. matt has to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loud and revealing his hiding spot. chris on the other hand laughs while cringing openly. "dude, never say that shit again, that was really bad." you laugh along before going into a coughing fit. both boys look at each other and then look at you with concern. "Jesus" nick says and chris hands the camera to him. chris approaches your bed and softly sits next to you. he moves the hair out of your face and then places his hand on your forehead. "oh you are burning up, hun. we'll make this quick."

"make what quick? and where is matt?" you question just as he walks into the room your surprise in hand. he took him out the carrier so you could hold him immediately.

"SUPRISE" he yells. you wince a little at how loud he was but quickly recover when you see the kitten he's holding. sick and all, you rush to get out of your bed to go see him. your body is fatigued from being sick for two days so when you get up, you stumble. good thing nick is there to catch you.

"careful there girl" he laughs nervously while grabbing your arm to walk you to matt. you pay him no mind, completely focused on the bundle of cuteness in matts arm.

"AWWW matt, he's so cute!!! whose is it?" you say while picking it up and cuddling the kitten into your chest. nick steps back a little to get both you and matt in the frame.

"its yours y/n" matt says softly and you freeze.

"its mine?" you say tears of joy filling your eyes.

"of course it is y/n, we got him for you because we love you" chris adds smiling at your heartfelt reaction.

"thank you guys" you say as tears stream down your cheeks. even though your sick all three of them came to hug you, touched by your gratitude. you lean your head into matts shoulder and sigh looking down at your new pet in your arms.

"sooo what's his name gonna be?" chris inquires as you all break away from the group hug. you pause to think for a minute, and then your face lights up.

"angel" you say dreamily.

"angel" nick repeats chuckling for no reason at all.

"angel." matt repeats the name as well. "its perfect sweetheart." he sends you a soft smile. you look around at the three boys, grateful to have the most amazing best friends in the world.

@bbernard-03

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you

[thetravelerwrites]

Margaret and Rourke (Part 3)

Rating: Explicit  Relationships: Female Human/Male Orc  Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Lovers, Interspecies Romance, Orcs, Older Man/Younger Woman Content Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Physical Violence, Mentions of Torture, References to Sexual Assault Resulting in Pregnancy  Series: Part 18 of Shelter Forest: The Towns  Words: 4,101

Margaret and Rourke find their way through their wedding night, and the count approaches. Please reblog and leave feedback!

Rourke led you inside his cottage. It was homey and well lived in, but clean to the point that it seemed like he’d torn the house apart to clean it appropriately sometime before you arrived. The effort he’d gone to made you giggle, but it also made you feel warm. He sat you at the table and gave you a cup of water to sip while he went to remove his armor and weaponry and to stoke the fire. 

As you sat there, the nerves began to set in. You knew what a wedding night was for, and you were terrified. You hoped he couldn’t see you trembling in the low light. 

That was a vain hope, it seemed, as he pulled the cup out of your hands and crouched in front of you, gazing up at your face.

“What is it, my love?” He asked softly, almost whispering. “Are you scared?” 

You chuckled nervously. “Don’t orcs find it shameful to be scared?” 

“Perhaps, but you’re not an orc,” He replied, reaching up to caress your face. “It’s alright to be scared, Margaret. You know I won’t think less of you.” 

A tear escaped your eye, though you dashed it away. 

“I’m scared,” You admitted. 

He nodded and smiled softly. “That’s alright, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything tonight.” 

“No, I want… to try…” You said. “I don’t want to be scared anymore. It’s been almost two decades since… since it happened. I’m too old to still be like this.”

“No, you’re not,” He said, ruffling your hair. “Fear doesn’t always go away like we want it to, even if much time has passed. But if you want to try, we can try. I’ll take it slow and be as careful as I can.” 

You nodded. “Alright.” 

He took your hands, pulling you to your feet and leading you to the bed, which had brand new bedding placed on it. He sat down and pulled you close, hugging you around the middle and laying his head on your stomach, sighing happily. You smiled fondly at him, stroking the top of his head. After a moment, he pulled back to look up at you but kept his arms around your waist. 

“I’ll keep my clothes on for now,” He said. “I’ll even put more on, if you like.”

You laughed. “How are we supposed to do anything with your clothes on?” 

He grinned up at you. “We’ll play a little first, just to help you relax.”

“Play?” 

He nodded. “I’ll show you.” He released your waist and took your hands again, looking up at you sweetly. “Can I undress you?” 

Your anxiety rose up, but you stuffed it back down. “Yeah, it’s alright.” 

While seated, he slowly and carefully drew up the pretty wedding dress that had been made in a hurry for you and pulled it over your head. The chemise went next, and then your smallclothes, and finally you stood nude in front of him, wearing nothing except the flowers in your hair. You shivered in both terror and anticipation. He kissed the knuckles of both hands. 

“Gods. You’re so beautiful.” 

You ducked your head, hiding behind your hair a little and tugging a strand, playing with it nervously. He stood and pulled back the covers of the bed, holding out his hand as if to help you into a carriage. You laughed at his silliness and climbed into the bed, allowing him to slide in next to you fully clothed. 

“What are you going to do?” You asked him as he knelt next to you. 

“Just touch,” He said. “And kiss. If it becomes too much for you, you may stop me at any time. I don’t want you to force yourself through it because you feel like you have to. I don’t want to hurt or frighten you, even unintentionally. Alright?” 

You nodded. He bent down to kiss your lips, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. It made your body tingle in unfamiliar ways. It seemed like he wanted you to open your mouth, so you did, and his tongue entered, swirling about and teasing your own. He pulled back to look at your face as his hand began to touch your body, starting with your face, tracing down your neck and collarbone, stopping at your breasts and rolling them in his hands. A lump formed in your throat and you took a deep breath. 

“Can I kiss them?” He asked. 

“Yes,” You said breathlessly. 

He bent his head and kissed your breasts softly, nuzzling them with his nose and touching the tip of his tongue against the nipples, sucking it into his mouth. You could feel his tusks grazing your skin, dry and solid, but it was the one thing that felt thrilling rather than scary. 

He lay next to you and rested his elbow above your head so that he could look down at you. 

“I’m going to touch lower now, alright?” 

You nodded again, and his hand moved down your stomach and over your hips, settling in the patch of hair above the deepest part of you. He started raking his fingertips forward and backward through that thicket in a teasing manner. 

“Feel weird?” He asked with a grin.

“Yes,” You replied, a blush bright on your skin.

“Feel bad?” 

“No,” You said. 

“Are you alright so far?” He asked with a tilt of his head. 

“I think so.” 

“Good.” 

He reached down a little farther and lifted your right leg, placing it over his own legs, so that he could tease your inner thighs. You bit your lip and held his gaze, swallowing hard. 

“I’m going to touch you there,” He said. “Is that alright?” 

You gulped, but nodded. His hand moved to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, touching it lightly to test your reaction. It was an unusual sensation, but it wasn’t bad, so you smiled to encourage him to keep going. He bent to kiss you, pressing more firmly, rolling in circles around the bud, whipping up a brand new feeling in the innermost parts of you. It was a sensation you’d never felt, but you thought you might be enjoying it.

Then, one of his fingers slipped inside you. 

The effect was immediate. Panic rose up in you and your body locked up in terror. You gasped as though in pain and gripped his arm, whimpering piteously. Tears gathered in your eyes as you snapped them shut, blocking out every sensation except for his touch, intensifying the fear. 

“Margaret, look at me,” Rourke said, his voice soft but firm. “Sweetheart, open your eyes. Look at me.” 

You pried your eyes open to look at him, his visage blurred from the tears. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” He said, removing his hand and peering down at you with worry. “I’m here. It’s alright. I’m here. Do you want to stop?” 

You shook your head fervently, wiping away tears. “I want to do this.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem in the right state to continue.” 

“Yes, I’m sure,” You insisted. “I can do this. Just… put it back in and leave it… let me get used to the feeling. Let me look at your face and try to get accustomed to it.” 

“Alright, but don’t push yourself. If it’s too much, tell me.” 

He pushed his first and middle fingers back inside you up to the knuckles and stopped, leaving it in place. The panic crested in your chest and you had to choke back more tears, but you didn’t push him away. 

“I love you, Margaret. I love you so much,” He said. He said it over and over, kissing your face in between repeating those words like a chant. Minutes ticked past and he remained motionless with his finger still in place, allowing you to acclimate to the feeling of something being inside you, murmuring how much he loved you and speaking your name reverently, peppering your face in kisses.

“I think I’m alright,” You told him eventually. Your heart had settled and you weren’t as panicky as you were at first, but a lump of anxiety still sat in your gut and you were still trembling. 

“You’re sure?” He asked, uncertain. 

You nodded. 

“Can I try something before continuing?” 

“Alright,” You said, and then you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you, too, Rourke.” 

He smiled at you, kissing you in return. Without removing his finger, he sat up and positioned himself between your legs, lowering his body so that he was eye level with the most intimate part of your body. Before you had a chance to feel embarrassed, he pressed his tongue against your core, and you gasped. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Playing,” He said, grinning up at you sinfully. “You said I could.” 

“I didn’t know you’d do this!” You said indignantly, surprised out of the panic. “It’s dirty!” 

“No, it isn’t, you silly thing,” He said with a laugh. “You want me to stop or do you want to find out what this feels like?”

You glared at him, and he grinned. 

“Oh, alright,” You said, rolling your eyes, laying back down. 

He returned to his business, licking the pearl before closing his lips on it and sucking gently. A shock went through your spine and a thrill in your belly. You could still feel his fingers inside you, and while it caused you anxiety, it was secondary to the sudden surge of sensation. You felt yourself bite your lip and heard your own voice whimper in a completely different way. You were sitting against the pillows in such a way that you could watch him, and he looked up at you, half of his gaze was seductive, but the other half of it was just to check if you were okay. You smiled down at him and reached to run your fingers through his long, loose hair and caress his face. He smiled in return and doubled his efforts. Surprised, you moaned and your head fell back on the pillows.

He licked rhythmically, alternating between using the tip of his tongue and sucking, and you felt a slow, sweet swelling of sensation welling up between your legs. 

“ Oh, god… ” You moaned. Taking that as a cue, Rourke moved his fingers slightly, not pulling them out, but crooking them and rubbing inside slightly. The anxiety spiked slightly, but subsided as another feeling started rushing forward, flowing outward from your center to every corner of your body. Your toes curled and your fingers gripped his hair as the wall crashed into you, and you cried out involuntarily as your back arched against the sheets. Your hips moved on their own, rocking back and forth to ride out the wave, before falling limp against the bed, legs open, chest heaving. 

Rourke kissed your thighs and rubbed the skin of them as you regained your composure. “Did it feel nice?” He asked you. 

“Yeah…” You breathed. 

“That’s what it’s meant to feel like, you know,” He said, kissing his way back up her sweat-sheened body. “No pain, no fear. Just pleasure. ” 

“I can see why people seem so eager for it now,” You said, laughing a little. “Is it always supposed to feel like that?” 

“When you do it right, it is,” He said, chuckling. “It helps that I know what I’m doing.” 

“Thank heavens for that,” You said as he reached your mouth, kissing you deeply. He pressed his clothed body against yours, and you felt a sense of safety in his arms, the weight of his body on yours felt comforting rather than frightening. Flush against you, you could feel that he was hard under his trousers, and though it scared you, you were still willing to try. 

Rourke would never hurt me , You told yourself. I’m safe. He loves me. I can do this.

You kissed him a moment longer, and then held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes. 

“You can take your clothes off now,” You said. 

He tilted his head, searching your face. 

“You’re sure?” 

You lifted your head to place a peck on his lips. “I’m sure.” 

He returned the peck and sat up on his knees between your legs, shedding his overcoat and tunic. He started to undo his pants, and the jangling sound of the belt being unbuckled made you grip the sheets in terror, but you stuffed it down and tried to breathe through it, watching him strip before you. He cut a rather handsome figure, if you did say so yourself. 

Once he was free of his clothing, he lay back down on you and kissed you once more. Your legs closed around him reflexively. You could feel his organ pressed against your entrance lengthways, but he didn’t penetrate you. Before he got too into it, though, he rolled off of you and lay back on the bed.

“Would you like to try playing with me?” He said, caressing your face. “You might be less scared of… well, it… if you get to know it better. It won’t bite, I promise.”

You laughed a little, sitting up into a kneeling position next to him. “You make it sound like an angry puppy.” 

“It’s not much different, really, just half as cute and twice as harmless,” He joked, and you laughed behind your hand.

He lay on his back with one arm behind his head and the other petting your leg, patient and unhurried. His organ was erect and laying on his stomach, pulsating slightly. Nervously, you slowly reached out to touch it, grazing it lightly, but snatched your hand back when it bobbed up, as if to meet your hand. 

“It jumped,” You squeaked, startled. 

He chuckled at you. “It does that. Not to worry.” 

You reached out again and pressed a finger to the skin of his length, rubbing it a little, and Rourke sighed heavily, continuing to pet your leg. Swallowing, you wrapped your hand around it and rubbed your thumb over it. It was strangely silky to the touch, and you found yourself curious more than scared. Of course, you were still scared, but it wasn’t as intense as before. You pumped your hand up and down once, and Rourke’s back arched slightly. Intrigued, you did it again, and his thighs twitched. 

“You keep doing that, and it’ll be over before it begins,” He said with a laugh. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked him.

“Oh, you have no idea,” He said. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s touched me, besides myself, so I’m… more sensitive than I’d normally be.” He gazed at her face. “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I think so,” You said. “This… does help a bit. I guess it’s not… this… that’s the biggest problem. It’s who it’s attached to that’s scary.” 

“That’s a good way to look at it,” He said, rolling on his side and kissing your thigh. “We can still stop, you know. We don’t have to keep going.” 

“No, no,” You assured him. “I feel… a lot better now, actually. I think I’m alright to… move on.” 

“You’re sure?” 

You nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Then… want to lie down?” 

You complied, lying on your back. He rolled over and placed himself between your legs, propped up on his elbows, though he bent down to kiss you.

“It’s okay to be scared, Margaret,” He whispered, kissing your face. “But I’ll never hurt you. I love you.”  

“I love you,” You whispered back. “It’s alright. I trust you.” 

“Why don’t you try leading me in,” He suggested. “It may help if you’re doing it yourself.” 

“Alright,” You said. Trepidatiously, you reached between the two of you and touched it, using your fingertips to press it against your entrance. The panic welled up again, but you were able to shove it down deeper and proceed. He pushed a little and the head went in slowly. It didn’t hurt, per se, it was more like intense pressure. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

You nodded. “I think so? It feels… I don’t know how to say it.”

“It’s it bad?” 

“No, not like… well… it’s just strange.” 

“Stop?”

“No, it’s alright. I can keep going,” You insisted. 

He pressed a bit harder, and more of his length entered you. After a few moments, his entire organ was inside you. He kissed you sweetly, and you gripped his shoulders. You could feel fear, but it wasn’t like it had been before. You felt… safer. It didn’t hurt and it wasn’t terrifying. Being with Rourke made it feel less scary. Was it just because it was him? He always found some way to make you feel calm and safe, and you couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone other than him. Giving yourself to him felt more like a gift, rather than something that was expected of you because you were his wife. 

“Is it alright to move?” He asked you. 

You nodded, kissing him. “Yes, I’m alright. I feel fine.” 

He kissed your lips, your face, your neck, and your shoulder. He nibbled on your collarbone as he began to thrust in and out very slowly, gently caressing your body with his hands and using his tongue to make your skin tingle. You made a sound, and he sped up only slightly, looking at your face to be sure you were comfortable. 

“Kiss me, Rourke,” You told him, and he did. Using your heels against the back of his thighs, you urged him to go faster, and he obliged, and the good sensation you felt earlier when he was licking below slowly began to reappear. You gasped and sighed, and he smiled.

“You’re squeezing me,” He said, slowing for a moment.

“Is that bad?” You asked anxiously.

“No, quite the opposite, it means you’re feeling good. It’s a good thing,” He chuckled. “I had to slow a bit to keep from bursting too quick.” 

“Would that be bad?” You asked. 

“Not for me, but certainly for you. Don’t want to end this before you get yours,” He said. 

“Get mine?” 

“You’ll see.” 

He thrust again, a bit more focused than before. He moved in such a way that he rubbed the pearl below with his body, and the good feeling started again, building stronger. You gasped again as he pressed his teeth against your earlobe, sucking and teasing it. A slight moan escaped your lips, and he chuckled, a sighing groan issuing from his own mouth. 

“Rourke, faster, please,” You urged him, and he complied. He got up on his hands and quickened his pace so that your body was being moved beneath him in rhythm to his thrusts. He thrust in deep, deeper than before, and you felt a swell of sensation so powerful that your back arched a bit. 

“Was that good?” He asked, peering at your face. “You’re squeezing so hard now.” 

“Yes, it felt good,” You told him. “Can you keep doing that?” 

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am,” He said, and thrust deeply again. 

You moaned and your eyes closed, and from that point, things seemed to happen quickly. Your mind was cleared of any thought or emotion besides the pleasure you felt where you were joined with him, and the sensations flooded your body like a river. You didn’t seem to be able to control your voice or your body, but it instead seemed to behave instinctually from then on, grasping Rourke, kissing him over and over, and moaning loudly. He grunted into your hair as you felt him pulse inside you, though he was still careful to be gentle as he thrust. The sweet sensation swelled and swelled until it burst like a dam throughout your body, and you cried out against his skin, resisting the urge to bite down on his shoulder. The pulsing inside you became faster and more intense, and he groaned as his body went taut against yours, his essence flooding you inside. You could feel yourself become full of him as he slowed to a stop and collapsed onto your body, breathing hard. 

The two of you lay entangled with each other, gasping for air, and eventually he rolled off and went to collect a clean rag, dipping it in some warm water that was in a pot near the fireplace. He came back and wiped you clean, and then himself, and lay back down on the bed, gathering you in his arms. Holding your face, he searched your eyes in concern.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked. “You’re not hurt, are you?” 

“No, not at all,” You told him, kissing his lips tenderly. “I’m alright. I think I’m fine.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” You assured him. You snuggled into his body tiredly. “I’m just fine, Rourke. Thank you.” 

“It’s nothing to thank me for, my sweet,” He said, kissing the top of your head and pulling the blankets over the both of you. “It’s only natural.”

Time seemed to pass quickly after the wedding. Rourke was a wonderful husband, everything you could ever have dreamed of, and being with him made you happier than you’d ever been in your life. Nights were… still difficult in many ways, but Rourke helped you through it every time so that you could eventually enjoy it. It would still take more time for the events of the past to lose its grip on you, but for now, Rourke was a balm for that wound.

It did take nearly a month for the count to arrive, and the stronghold was steadily getting bigger as the townsfolk from Willowridge took shelter inside the walls. Rourke became much busier; contrary to what you believed, he was more than just a mere gate guard. Guarding the gate was just something he did when he wasn’t needed for his main duty: he was one of Akjan’s most trusted men and the leader of the reconnaissance and recovery team. David, the man who infiltrated the count’s manor, was one of many of Rourke’s direct subordinates, though he himself had his own squad of men who reported through him to Rourke, and from Rourke to Akjan. As such, Rourke was helping Akjan structure the troops for the coming incursion.

You, too, were much busier, as more mouths to feed from the town meant that the kitchens were in constant chaos in the attempt to feed everyone. It helped that the townspeople had brought food with them, so there wouldn’t be a shortage. 

It was because you were so busy that, at first, you hadn’t realized your monthly visitor hadn’t appeared. In fact, when you realized it, it was the same day as when the scout informed Akjan and the generals that the count was only a day out and would be arriving in the afternoon of the next day at the latest. You spent the entire day in a state of such anxiety that the women in the kitchen forced you to take the day off. 

Back at your cottage that you shared with Rourke, you waited in terror for Rourke to return. When he did, he looked upset and worried. 

“You weren’t at the dining hall, what happened?” He asked, crossing the room in a single stride. 

“He’s almost here…” You said, sobbing and shaking. “I’m so scared, Rourke, I’m so scared.” 

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying you down and getting in after you, holding you close to him. 

“It’s going to be okay, my love,” He said. “Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. He’s outmatched by a long mile, he can’t get to you.” 

“What about you?” You asked him, tears streaking down your face. “Where will you be?” 

He sighed reluctantly. “I’ll be at the gate. That’s where I’m always stationed,” He told you. 

You cried harder. “You could get hurt. He could kill you! Even if he’s defeated, he will still kill people. You could be one of them! I can’t lose you!” 

“You won’t, my love,” He said reassuringly. “I can guarantee that. I can’t tell you why just yet, but we have an ace in the hole he can’t beat. I promise, love, I’ll be alright.” 

“Swear to me!” 

“I swear, love, I swear,” He said, kissing your brow. “You’ll wait with the other women, won’t you? Don’t do anything reckless because you’re worried. You must swear that to me.” 

You nodded, sniffling. “I swear.” You gulped. “Rourke?” 

“Yes, my love?” 

“When it’s over… I have to tell you something.”

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WE CAN'T, YOU'RE SICK

FT: Modern!Eren and normal aot timeline!Levi

CW: Fingering, lap bouncing, kinda crybaby!reader for Eren, kinda bratty!reader for Levi, Mocking, Pet names like: “baby”, “wife”, “brat” and “angel”

A/N: I had to rewrite this whole ass thing because Tumblr deleted the first post randomly! I actually despise the way I have rewritten Levi's part.

EREN YEAGER

Eren never enjoyed getting sick. The feeling of a cold or flu was something he despised. The weakness and feeling of not being able to function at his best was horrible.

Yet, for you, he'd endure every disease in the world just to ensure your health and happiness. Unfortunately, he couldn't help you right now.

You were incredibly sick, coughing and sneezing the whole time. Your nose was red and runny, your eyes watery. Despite your condition, you had clung to Eren all day, begging him to fuck you. You may have been sick, but you were also incredibly horny.

What was shocking you the most was how long Eren was denying you. Since the morning he had been pushing you and your demands away lightly. Eren was never one who could go against your charm. You were his baby, his everything, and seeing him deny you was both confusing and frustrating.

When you clung to his chest, nuzzling into him as soon as you were alone in the bedroom, Eren felt overwhelmed. He tried coaxing you into bed, his voice soft and soothing, but you wouldn't listen. He was even willing to sleep on the couch, leaving the big comfy bed for you while you were so ill and vulnerable.

“baby..cmon. Go to bed. It's late and you're tired.” he sighed, sliding the covers over your cold body before heading to the door. Just as he was about to open it, he heard your sniffling.

He recognized it immediately. This wasn't from your cold or runny nose; you were crying. He turned around and hurried back over to the bed.

Sitting down next to you on the bed, he lifted you onto his sturdy thigh, gently stroking your soft hair. His touch was tender, filled with the love and concern he had for you.

“Hey..shh. Baby please don't cry..I know you don't like getting rejected but, you're sick and you know how much I hate being sick too. I cuddled with you today, and even that was a risk," he explained, his heart aching as your tears continued to fall.

"I—doll, please..shh.." he hushed you, bouncing his lap lightly. His efforts to calm you were genuine, but the sight of your tears broke his heart.

Instead of more sobbing, he was met with a light moan as you nuzzled into his chest. He raised an eyebrow, realizing you enjoyed this. The tension in his body eased slightly as he understood what you needed.

“you want me to continue? is this good?” he asked softly, looking at you intently. The determination in his eyes was clear; he wanted to make you feel better, even if it meant risking his own health. "y-yes..feels good, rennie," you replied meekly, your voice barely a whisper.

He started bouncing his lap more rhythmically while guiding your hips on it. He could see how the pleasure was contorting your beautiful face, your expressions shifting from tension to ecstasy.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Hold onto me..." he whispered, feeling you grab his biceps.

He moved one hand from your hip to the back of your head, holding you close. Leaning in, he kissed you lightly on your plush, glossy lips before pressing your head to his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing and steady reminder of his deep love for you.

You felt yourself getting closer to the oh-so-sweet release you'd craved all day with the friction his leg provided on your clothed cunt. Eren could feel your body responding to his movements. He noticed your whimpering and continued bouncing you a little faster.

With just a few more thrusts, your pleasure peaked, and you went limp in Eren's arms. The intensity of your release left you breathless, and you clung to him, savoring the closeness. "You done, or want another round?" he asked softly, a light smirk on his face.

“Not another round..'m tired..” you reply quietly, yelping when you feel him pick you up and carry you to your bathroom. You felt comfy in his arms, they always provided you a sense of comfort.

Eren placed you on the bathroom counter and wet a rag under the sink, cleaning you up with gentle, caring motions. Once you were clean, he helped you into a fresh pair of panties. While walking back to the bedroom he noticed that you have fallen asleep in his strong arms so he just sets you down onto your pink, silky bedsheets, covering you with a fluffy blanket.

“Sleep well baby..get some good rest.” he mumbles, kissing you on the forehead. Before he turns the light off.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Just as Eren, Levi didn't like getting sick. For him, it wasn't so much about the discomfort but the fact that Erwin wouldn't let him do any hard training or teach classes in case he really was sick.

Yet, when it came to you, Levi could never turn a blind eye to your suffering. He knew damn well that you got ill easily, and that diseases always took a harder toll on you than on others.

As usual, Levi was awake the whole night, engrossed in a book. But the moment he heard you start to cough and sneeze in your sleep, he immediately got up, moving from his place beside you to a chair positioned a bit further away. He wanted to be close enough to watch over you but far enough to avoid getting sick himself.

Before he sat down, he tilted the squeaky-clean window, hoping the fresh air would carry away any bacteria from your coughing and sneezing before they could infect him. Levi was a bit of a freak about cleanliness and health, and this situation was no different.

He watched you sleep intently, his dark eyes tracking every single movement. When you woke yourself up with a particularly loud sneeze, he couldn't help but scoff. It took a few minutes for the pain of your illness to fully register in your body, and when you finally noticed it you felt both angry and sad.

“Tch, didn't I tell you to wear a scarf when it started snowing yesterday? That's what you get for not listening, isn't that right?” he said in a rather annoyed tone, watching you glare at him through tired eyes.

“Yes,” you huffed out, turning your head away. Even when sick, you didn't fail to give him an attitude, which only made him more annoyed.

“Just drink your tea. It's already cooled down a little,” he snarked, pointing to the cup on the bedside table.

You grabbed the handle of the cup and lifted it to your mouth, taking a few sips. The warmth soothed your throat momentarily, but you put the cup down when you saw Levi walking to the door. Confused, you immediately got up from the bed.

“Hey. What are you doing? Lay back down,” Levi ordered in a strict tone, looking at you with his typical stoic expression.

“You—you can't leave. I still need you here,” you mumbled, blushing a little as you turned your head to the side, feeling vulnerable.

Levi looked at you with heavy confusion. What could you possibly need him for? He had brought you tea, books to read, and even a fluffy blanket. Why were you being so demanding?

He grumbled to himself when suddenly, the switch in his mind flipped. He let out a loud scoff as he realized what you truly meant.

“Hey, can't this wait until you're not sick anymore? Like a few days? You do know your germs can be transmitted if we fuck?”

His blunt language made you blush deeper, but you still crossed your arms, showing him with your body language that you were unhappy and unwilling to compromise.

When Levi saw you act like this, he grumbled again. He was seriously considering storming out of the room. But no, he reminded himself that a good boyfriend wouldn't just leave his partner.

“Ugh, fine. I'll help you with my hands, but no kissing or touching from you with your germ-filled hands or mouth, alright?”

Your ears perked up at his offer, and you immediately nodded. “That's alright,” you mumbled, watching his shoulders untense as you finally compromised.

He walked over to you and gently helped you lie back down on the bed, placing his hand on the small of your back for support. Slowly, he began to remove your nightgown, revealing your bare skin. He positioned himself directly between your legs, his eyes locking onto the wet patch on your panties.

“Tch, so wet already for me?” he mocked, hooking both of his thumbs under the hem of your underwear and pulling them down slowly to tease you.

Your legs trembled slightly when the cold air hit your sore, sensitive cunt. Levi knew he had to do this quickly, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be savouring this moment.

He dipped two fingers down and scooped up some of your slick, holding up his glistening fingers for you to see. “Look, that's how wet you are. And all this even though you're sick.”

“Levi, stop teasing. It's not fair!” you whined, lightly hitting his wrist. Your feeble attempt at reprimand only earned you a light slap to your inner thigh.

“What I don't do for my wife,” he mumbled, watching the way your pussy pulsed with arousal just from that one word. The subtle authority in his voice sent another wave of heat through you.

You weren't Levi's lawful wife, as you both had never gotten married. Yet, Levi never missed a moment to call you by that title. To him, papers and rings were just useless symbols. He could always give you a ring without a special ceremony.

He moved his hand from your inner thigh to your pussy, starting to rub your clit with his thumb while entering two fingers into you. His touch was both gentle and firm, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You immediately started bucking your hips up, but Levi placed a firm hand on your tummy. “Hold still,” he huffed, not wanting to deal with you moving too much. The weight of his hand on your abdomen was grounding, adding to your sense of being under his control.

His fingers moved skillfully in and out of you, each thrust precise and deliberate. He curled his fingers slightly, brushing against that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl.

When he heard you let out a loud moan, he knew he had found your sweet spot. “Found it,” he replied with a light smirk that vanished as quickly as it appeared. He focused his movements there, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

“T-That feels good, Levi..” you moaned, but Levi didn't respond. He was never one for talking too much during sex. If you wanted it, he would praise you every once in a while, but that didn't happen often.

Your hands moved all over his clothed body. You wanted to scratch at his back because of the pleasure flowing through you but you immediately stopped yourself before you could do anything — you didn't want to destroy his uniform like last time.

You huff and put your arms down on the mattress. You slowly lifted your body, moving your head toward his face to kiss him. Yet, he immediately grabbed your head and pushed you back onto the pillows.

“No kissing. You agreed to that, didn't you, brat?” he whispered, watching you let out dramatic huffs. His hand on your head was firm but not harsh, a reminder of his control over the situation.

The more Levi sped up his movements, the closer you felt to your release. When he suddenly entered a third finger, the pleasure became overwhelming. Your body tensed, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge.

Before you could let out the guttural moan you needed to release, Levi clamped his hand over your mouth. He continued moving his fingers, his eyes locked onto yours as he pushed you over the edge. The intensity of his gaze made you feel even more vulnerable and cherished.

Your climax hit you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through you as Levi kept his fingers moving, drawing out your orgasm. He watched your face closely, ensuring you were taken care of until you had cooled down from your high.

He removed his sticky fingers from your pussy and got up to get a rag. First, he cleaned your essence off his fingers, then he leaned down to softly wipe the rag over your clit as a form of aftercare. His touch was gentle, soothing the sensitivity left behind by your orgasm.

He watched the way you took short, ragged breaths, your chest moving up and down. He immediately fetched a new pair of underwear and helped you put it on along with your nightgown. His movements were soft and almost too tender.

He then covered you with a blanket and kissed you firmly on the head. “I'll be going now. Stay good, yeah?” he whispered before walking to the door. He cleaned the dust off his uniform before leaving you alone in this vulnerable state.

You were just tired and fell asleep in the comfy bed, hoping the day would end quickly so you and Levi could reunite soon.

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 14

Previous part here

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Before they knew it, summer had turned into fall, and day camp had ended for Henry and Max. But although they were now back in school, their routine had stayed very much the same.

Every afternoon, they’d walk home from the bus stop and then make their way down the block, and it was always a toss-up which house they’d settle at for the afternoon. Y/N and Emmett had become very comfortable in each other’s homes, and the two of them and the boys would seamlessly migrate between the two houses whenever they felt like it, essentially now having two home bases.

Y/N still never spent the night at Emmett’s unless the boys were away, but she was often there so late that they were already in bed by the time she left. They had essentially become a family, and neither Y/N nor Emmett could have felt more content with the entire situation. Emmett had also finally found someone he’d hired as his new employee at the shop, and once the new guy started working in a couple weeks, Emmett would finally be able to once again be home at a consistent time every evening.

It was after dinner one night that Emmett looked at Y/N as she was folding some of his laundry (he’d told her a thousand times she didn’t need to even offer to do that, but she’d insisted), and he walked over to where she stood by the dryer and grabbed his shirt out of her hands, and big smile of amusement on his face.

“Hey! What are you doing?” she said as she returned his smile as she tried to yank it back from him.

“I was thinking,” he replied.

“Thinking about what?” she asked as she reached for the shirt again, but Emmett continued to hold it out of her reach.

“Thinking about how ironic it is that you went from hating me with a passion to now doing my laundry.”

Y/N smiled again and stepped closer to him, and Emmett wrapped his arms around her waist.

“’Hate’ is a strong word,” she said as she looked at him, a twinkle in her eye. “We’ll go with ‘unbelievably irritating.’”

Emmett chuckled.

“And to think that all I had to do to change your mind was kiss you,” he replied. “Could have saved so much time.”

“Who said you changed my mind?” Y/N replied, but the triumph from her smart remark was short lived as Emmett tickled her ribs.

“You’re still no picnic, either, princess,” he said to her teasingly with a smile, and she laughed, then buried her face in his neck and squealed as he tickled her again. When he finally let her go, Y/N looked at him with a loving smile.

“I actually had the same thought the other day,” she said.

“Yeah?” Emmett replied.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “And then I went and thanked Henry for all the times he fibbed about forgetting his key.”

​Smiling once more, Emmett leaned forward and kissed her, Y/N pulling the shirt from his hand as she met his lips.

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Emmett was finishing up the final details of the work he was doing on a customer’s car when he heard the door to the shop open and looked up. He was surprised to see Y/N walking in, wearing a long winter coat and holding a bag of food in her hands. She smiled as she entered and made her way over to him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her as she got closer. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“There were extra hands today because some of the nursing students are shadowing, and so they let a few of us off early,” she replied as she stopped in front of him and set the bag down on the bench. When she turned around to face him, Emmett bent forward and kissed her.

“Where’s your new guy? Wasn’t he supposed to start today?” Y/N asked after they’d parted.

Emmett shook his head as he leaned against the bench and crossed his arms.

“No. Tomorrow,” he answered.

“Oh, right, silly me,” Y/N replied, and she slowly walked over to the car in front of them and dragged a finger along the hood. “Are you almost done with this one?” she then asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah,” he replied, then tilted his head as he looked her up and down. “What’s with the coat?” he asked.

“It’s cold out,” she replied.

“Not that cold,” he said. Then he noticed her legs were bare, and he spoke again. “No wonder you’re freezing. Weren’t you wearing pants this morning?”

Still not turning around, Y/N simply shrugged her shoulders and then spoke.

“Do you want to eat before or after?” she asked him, ignoring his question.

Emmett furrowed his brow.

“Before or after what?”

Y/N’s back still to him, Emmett heard the sound of her coat’s zipper lowering, before she finally turned around to face him. With a mischievous look, she slowly pulled the two sides of her coat open and then sensually shrugged it off her body, letting it fall to the floor.

Emmett’s eyebrows rose along with his pulse as he saw what Y/N revealed from beneath her coat. She was wearing nothing except her little white nightgown, her skin glowing and her breasts filling the embroidered material of the cups, her nipples accentuated as they fought against the thin fabric.

After raking his eyes over her beautiful body for God knows how long, Emmett finally looked up at her again, and she spoke quietly.

“I just thought we should make the most of your last day here all alone,” Y/N said as she placed her palms on the hood of the car and leaned back against it. “You know, relish the privacy.”

Emmett’s blood had already burned through his veins straight down to his cock, and as he heard the sexy voice Y/N was speaking in and watched her sensual movements as she rested against the car, he narrowed his eyes as he met hers, his voice heavy with lust.

“That is an extremely naughty suggestion,” he said as he uncrossed his arms. “And the fact that you had the nerve to put on that nightgown and float in here with such an idea tells me that you want what’s coming to you.”

Emmett then slowly closed the distance between them and stopped in front of her, and his eyes raked over her again before she responded.

“And what’s coming to me?” she asked quietly, and then bit her lower lip.

At that, Emmett’s cock was straining against his jeans, and he raised his hands and hooked his fingers in the thin straps of her nightgown, pulling it down her chest. He then immediately palmed her bare breasts, roughly stroking her nipples with his thumbs as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. As Y/N moaned, he slowly pulled away and inhaled her scent before he suddenly yanked the nightgown the rest of the way down her body and spun her around, Y/N gasping and her palms slamming flat against the car hood to brace herself as she heard Emmett opening his pants behind her.

“Oh, you’ll see, princess,” he said with a growl.

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It was late evening a couple of months later when Emmett had briefly left Y/N on his couch to go and check that the boys had finished getting ready for bed upstairs. When he came back down several minutes later, Y/N’s eyes met his as he stopped in the doorway, looking at her.

“What?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

“The boys want to say goodnight to you,” he replied.

Upon hearing that, Y/N nearly began to cry, and as she sat up, Emmett walked over to her and offered his hand to help her stand from the couch.

“Just don’t let them talk you in to letting them stay up any later,” he teased her, seeing how touched she was by their affection for her. Internally, Emmett felt the impact of the moment as well, and he squeezed her hand.

After making her way upstairs, Y/N took a moment with Max and then with Henry in their rooms, giving each of them a hug and a kiss on the head before wishing them a good night and turning out their lights. Emmett had listened to all of it from the bottom of the stairs, and once he and Y/N had settled back into the couch, he wrapped his arms around her as she laid back against his chest. They were quiet for several minutes as they resumed their TV show, but Emmett suddenly muted the TV and shifted slightly.

“I want to tell you something,” he said to Y/N, and she then also shifted, sitting up and turning to look at him.

“What?” she asked, slight concern on her face as she registered Emmett’s serious expression.

Emmett looked at her for another second before leaning forward and giving her a gentle kiss, then pulling back as he looked in her eyes and stroked her cheek.

“I love you,” he said.

​Her expression instantly softening and her eyes immediately welling with tears, Y/N looked back at him with so much love that she felt like her heart was going to fold in on itself.

​“I love you, too,” she whispered.

​For a long time after that, Y/N stayed tucked against Emmett’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her once more. When they finally separated enough to move, it was to leave the couch and go to bed, only this time, Y/N didn’t go back to her house.

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​“Zip up your coat, kiddo, it’s cold out,” Y/N said to Henry as she got ready to usher him out to his carpool to basketball practice.

As Y/N then waved at the parent in the driver’s seat, Henry said a hurried goodbye as he zipped his coat and ran past her through the door. As he bounded down the front steps, he passed Emmett, who was returning home after taking Max to a friend’s house to work on a science project. He gave Henry a high five as they passed each other, and then entered the house as Y/N closed the door behind him.

“Since it’s just the two of us, how about we go out for dinner tonight?” Emmett asked her as he pulled off his flannel shirt, which was spotted with the usual grease.

“Please tell me you’re going to shower first,” she teased him as she took the shirt from him, holding it between two fingers and pretending to be disgusted.

“Why would I want to do that?” he teased her back. After removing his boots, he looked at her again.

“Give me fifteen minutes,” he said, and they met briefly for a quick kiss.

“No problem,” she smiled at him.

After tossing Emmett’s shirt in the washing machine, Y/N had busied herself scrolling through her phone when the sound of the doorbell rang through the house. Setting her phone down on the counter, she headed for the hallway and then reached the front door. Upon opening it, she was met with a woman who she guessed was around her age, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold evening air.

“Hi,” Y/N said as their eyes met.

“Oh...hi,” came the woman’s response, friendly enough, but she was obviously surprised to see Y/N answering the door.

“Can I help you?” Y/N asked.

The woman shifted the bag on her shoulder as she spoke again.

“Is Emmett here?” she asked.

“Umm, yeah,” Y/N replied, “but he’s in the shower. He’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Just as she’d said that, Y/N heard the shower turning off upstairs, and after turning her head over her shoulder briefly towards the stairs, she then faced the woman again.

“Oops, sounds like he just finished. If you want to wait here a second, I can go get him.”

The woman nodded.

“Yes, please, that’d be great,” she replied.

Pausing for just a moment, Y/N then spoke once more.

“I’m so sorry, I know this is going to sound incredibly rude, but who are you?”

Looking back at Y/N, the woman’s expression and body language were confident and casual as she replied.

“I’m his wife.”

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[communicationthroughlyrics]

There's No Hope In Endless Winter

Natasha has been gone on a long mission, so when she comes home, she just wants to spend time with you. But, you have news for her.

A/N: Yeahhhh, sorry bout this one- I also couldn't seem to come up with a decent summary sooooo...yeah. It's angsty and not really happy at all. Just kinda sad, all the way around.

TW: Panic/Anxiety, Depression, Reader has a medical emergency

Word Count: 4.5k

With a ghost-like silence, Natasha Romanoff floated into the bedroom of her shared New York apartment. It had been three long months since she had been on her no-contact S.H.I.E.L.D. mission, jetting her across the world to track and assassinate a major drug kingpin after infiltrating his cartel for vital information. She could hardly contain her excitement to see your face again, to feel the warmth of your body in her arms. The room was pitch-black, but even in the darkness, she could make out the familiar outline of their bed. You must have fallen asleep hours ago, presumably exhausted from your work as a personal trainer.

Natasha's muscles ached from the long flight and the countless hours of physical exertion during her mission. She stripped off her clothes, revealing her toned, scarred body, and crawled under the sheets. The bed's softness and the sheets' coolness felt like heaven after so many nights spent on hard mattresses, back seats, and cold floors. She snuggled in close to you, breathing in your familiar scent, and let out a contented sigh. Nat buried her face into the crook of your neck, causing you to sigh. Even though she knew that you were fast asleep, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging in their shared space. 

Natasha being gone always sent your emotions in a spiral. The anxiety and panic that she felt on any given day only worsened as time went on. Your constant worry for your wife would typically result in you holed up in Natasha's room at the compound, drowning yourself in Natasha's clothes, burrowed into her bed until she returned. It was actions like this that had Wanda and Clint checking in with you regularly when they weren't on their missions.

It was one of these check-ins that finally forced a hand for you. Wanda had stopped by, worried because you, her best friend hadn't been responding to her messages or calls. When Wanda went to your gym, the manager said you had been canceling all your appointments. This was highly unlike you, as you had been known as a reliable, punctual trainer. Wanda's attention was piqued. 

"What do you mean, she's been canceling?" an incredulous tone came from the brunette.

"She hasn't shown up for any of her clients for the last week and a half," the manager said, shrugging helplessly. "I've tried calling her, but she never picks up. She left a note on her desk, and has called all her clients herself, telling them they can schedule with someone else."

"When was her last session?" Wanda probed further. 

"Monday," he stated flatly, as he was walking around wiping down some of the equipment. "She was training with one of her regulars and passed out. We sent her home after she refused to take an ambulance. We asked her to stay home for a couple of days, rest, and relax. Apparently, she needed more than that."

This concerned Wanda, so she decided to check on you. She thought you had been doing better in Natasha's absences. As she approached your room, she could hear the soft snores coming from within. Taking a deep breath, she carefully opened the door, revealing you curled up in a ball on the bed. Your usually neat hair was a messy tangle around your head, and you were wearing one of Natasha's oversized shirts. Seeing her friend like this tugged at Wanda's heartstrings.

"Hey Y/N," she whispered, stepping into the room. "You okay?"

You let out a soft groan but didn't stir. Wanda walked over to the bed and gently nudged you awake. "Hey, wakey, wakey. It's me, Wanda. Honey, what's wrong?"

You mumbled something incoherent before burying your face into the pillow, trying to block out the world. "I can't do this anymore," you finally manage to get out. "I miss her so much." 

Wanda sighed, rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

"I know you miss her, Y/N. We all do. But you can't let it consume you like this. You're not being fair to yourself. Natasha would want you to take care of yourself and be strong." Her voice was soft and gentle. "Look at you. You're not eating right, you're not sleeping, and you're not working out. You're not the Y/N I know."

You sighed, looking out the window to avoid the green orbs that were looking straight back at you. "I know," you curl into yourself further. "But, I need her here Wands. I'm scared and alone."

Wanda frowns, sitting down on the bed next to you. "You're not alone, Y/N. You've got all of us. We're your family. We're here for you." She reaches over and takes your hand, squeezing it. "You know that, right?"

You look over at her, your expression softening slightly. "Yeah, I know." You take a deep breath and wipe your eyes. 

"Now, Y/N. When was the last time you ate more than a protein bar or a banana?" Wanda asked, looking at the fruit peels in the trash and the wrappers on your nightstand. "Your boss told me you fainted at work."

You shrugged, "I'm not sure. A few days ago?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Okay, that's it. You're coming with me. We're going out to eat. You can't keep living off of protein bars and bananas. You need real food." She helped you up off the bed and led you to the bathroom to wash your face. 

"Wanda?"

"Yes?"

"I don't feel right."

"You're not feeling right because you're not eating right," Wanda replied, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "Come on, let's get some food and then we can talk about how you're going to get back on track with your training. You're better than this, Y/N." She stops when she realizes that you're standing firm in the middle of your room. You look pale, eyes sunken in, and like you haven't been sleeping. 

"That's not what I mean, Wanda."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...off. Not just because I'm not eating right. Something...else. It's like..." You trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder, her expression concerned. "Y/N, do you think you might be coming down with something? You seem to be feeling under the weather lately."

"Maybe," you mumble, rubbing your arm. "I don't know. It's just...weird."

"Tell me what your symptoms are, Y/N."

You sigh, trying to wrap your head around how you've been feeling of late. "It started when I was in the middle of a training session..." you started.

Wanda's eyes widened, "What? You kept going even when you didn't feel right?" You nodded, and her frown deepened. She led you back to the bed, so you could sit down.

"Do you have a fever?" she asked, feeling your forehead. You shook your head. "What about chills?" She glanced at the air conditioner, which was blowing cool air. "No, I guess not."

"Not a fever, but I've been getting terrible night sweats."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "Night sweats? That's not good."

You shrugged, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze. "I'm just not myself, Wanda. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"What else have you been feeling?" she asked further, rubbing your knee comfortingly.

"My muscles ache all the time. And I'm just...tired." You yawned, rubbing your eyes. "Even when I sleep, I don't feel rested."

Wanda frowned. "This doesn't sound good. You should probably go see a doctor." She paused, looking at you with concern. 

"I'm scared, Wanda."

Wanda took your hand and squeezed it. "Hun, it's just a doctor's visit. It'll be ok." You shook your head, just wanting this conversation to be over. "You probably just caught a bug or something."

The next day, the two of you made your way to the doctor's office, where Wanda sat with you through the entire vitals process. The nurse turned to you after gathering some information and asked you if you wanted Wanda there during the following line of questioning.

"No, that's fine," you mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. 

"So, what brings you in today? Your notes on the check-in sheet are pretty vague."

You took a deep breath, not sure where to begin. "Well, I've been feeling really tired lately. Like I can't sleep, even when I want to. And my muscles ache all the time. It's been going on for a few weeks now, and it's starting to get to me." the nurse jotted some things down, before allowing you to continue. 

"I have been feeling sluggish and sore for 2-3 weeks, I just thought it was me pushing my workouts too far at first."

The nurse nodded sympathetically and continued her questions. "Have you noticed any changes in your appetite or weight?" You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit to Wanda that you hadn't been eating right. "Well, I haven't been eating as much as I should have, but I don't think I've lost or gained any weight." The nurse made some more notes. "Well, Y/N, it does look like you have lost some weight since your last visit 4 months ago. Have you been experiencing any night sweats or fevers?"

You shook your head. "Just the sweats, but not as bad as they used to be." You glanced over at Wanda, who was looking at you with concern. "I've been feeling...off, you know? Just not myself."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes," you stutter. Wanda's eyes shot up at this admission. "I was helping one of my clients use the pulldown machine, demonstrating what I wanted them to do." the nurse continued to take notes, indicating for you to go on. Wanda shifted in her seat as you continued. "I felt a grab in my underarm like I was using the machine wrong," you sighed. "The pain continued throughout the day, and wouldn't go away. I didn't think anything of it till I got home."

"And when you got home, what happened?" the nurse prompted.

"Well, I felt sore all over, but especially my chest, for some reason," you started, Wanda covering her mouth as you recounted what happened. "So, while I took a bath to try and loosen up, I checked both armpits to see if there was something I was missing. I kinda probed and kneaded at my underarms, and felt a large bump, here." you lifted your arm, indicating where you felt the lump.

"And what did the lump feel like?" the nurse asked, scribbling more notes.

"It wasn't hard or anything, but it was...different," you said, struggling to find the words. "It just didn't feel like the rest of my skin." You glanced at Wanda, who was looking at you with a mixture of shock and concern. "At first, I thought it was just a knot or something, but it's been there for days now, and it's not going away."

The nurse nodded, making some more notes. "I see. Well, I'm going to have the doctor look at this when we're done with your vitals. Just give me a call if there's anything else you think might be important."

As the nurse left the room, Wanda grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. "Oh, hun, I'm so sorry. I had no idea this was going on. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I thought it was just a knot or something. I didn't realize..." Your voice trailed off as you fought back tears.

The examination room door opened, and the doctor came in. "Y/N, hello," he said, offering his hand. "I understand you've been experiencing some discomfort. Why don't you tell me about it, and we'll see what we can do."

You related the story again, feeling embarrassed but relieved to have someone who seemed to take you seriously. The doctor listened carefully, nodding along, and then asked to feel the lump in your armpit. "Hmm...I'm going to need to get some tests done to determine what's going on here. In the meantime, I want you to rest as much as possible, and avoid any strenuous activity until we know more. Okay?"

"Okay," you replied, feeling a mix of relief and fear. 

The doctor gave you a reassuring smile. "We'll get to the bottom of this, don't worry. We're running your blood and plasma panels, and took a sample from the lump in your underarm." He stood, reaching out his cold hand for you to shake. "We'll run these preliminary tests, and call you with the results."

You nodded, still feeling a little uneasy. As you stood, the weight of the situation began to settle heavily in your chest. You glanced over at Wanda, who was rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms, clearly upset. "Are you okay?" you asked her.

"Honey, I should be asking you that," she offered you a weak smile, helping you out of the doctor's chair.

As you made your way out of the clinic, Wanda wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. "I'm going to be right here with you, okay? No matter what it is." You nodded, grateful for her support. 

"Wanda?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Is there really no way we can get a hold of Natasha?"

Wanda sighed, resting her head against yours. "I've been calling her all morning, but she hasn't answered. I even sent her a few texts, but when she goes no contact, that means no contact."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken rule. Even though you knew it was for her safety, it still hurt that you couldn't talk to her. You felt so alone like you were the only one going through this.

"I'm terrified, Wanda. I've never felt like this before."

Wanda hugged you tighter, her warmth offering some comfort. "I know, hon. I'm scared too. But we're going to get you through this. We'll find out what's wrong, and we'll fix it. You hear me?"

You nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, I hear you. Thanks, Wanda."

**

The sun was starting to peek through the blinds when Natasha finally stirred. She pulled you in tighter, realizing you felt considerably thinner than she remembered. You were seemingly dead to the world, breathy snores coming from you as you tossed and turned. Natasha decided she would surprise you, so she quickly rose, kissing your forehead before running to the shower to clean up.

She knew she'd have to tread carefully when she emerged, but the anticipation of seeing your face light up was too much. As she dried her hair, she slipped on her tank top and shorts before padding over to the bed. You were still fast asleep, so she decided to head down to the kitchen, starting breakfast so you both could enjoy each other's company over a warm meal.

Coffee brewed, she laid out a spread of fruit, toast, and eggs. The scent of food wafting up the stairs drew you out of your slumber, unfortunately making your stomach churn. You wondered why Wanda was making you some food so early in the morning.

You padded into the kitchen, still half-asleep, and were greeted by the sight of Natasha, your Natasha, wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts, her hair still slightly damp from her shower. She smiled at you, a warmth spreading through your chest. "Good morning," she purred, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "I missed you, babe."

You returned her smile, albeit with an empty one. "Missed you too," you mumbled, reaching for the coffee pot. "Smells great." Natasha frowned at the lack of emotion from you, immediately becoming concerned.

She poured you a cup of coffee and set it in front of you, then sat down at the breakfast bar, watching you carefully. "Are you feeling okay, sweetheart? You don't look so well." You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Natasha frowned, not quite convinced. "You're sure you don't want to tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help." You looked up at her, feeling instantly guilty once you saw her expression.

"I'm sure it's nothing, really," You started. "I just...I had some tests done while you were gone."Her face softened as she reached across the counter to take your hand.

"What kind of tests, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to spring this on you right now, Nat. You just got home."

Natasha squeezed your hand gently. "You know you can tell me anything, babe. I'm here for you, through thick and thin." Her eyes pleaded with you to confide in her, and despite your best efforts to keep her out of the loop, you found yourself wanting to tell her everything.

"Okay," you finally said, taking a deep breath. "It's not something I want to talk about right now, but I will. Just...not today, okay?"

Natasha nodded, understanding that you needed time. "Okay, hun. Take your time. We can talk about it whenever you're ready. In the meantime, why don't we enjoy breakfast together? It's the least I can do while you're going through this."

"That's okay, Nat. I'm not very hungry. But you can have whatever."

She smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. "Are you sure? I made plenty."

You nodded, forcing a smile. "It looks great, though. Thanks, Nat." You worked your way slowly to the confines of your bedroom, stopping to look at your washed-out appearance. You were pale, your cheeks somewhat hallowed. The dark rings and bags under your eyes made you look like a member of the Addams family.

Natasha followed behind you, still in her tank top and shorts, concern etched into her features. "Do you want me to help you get ready for bed? Maybe take a nap with you?" she offered, her voice soft and gentle. You shook your head. "No, I just want to be alone for a bit. I'll be okay." She frowned, but nodded, knowing that these long missions were always rough for the both of you, and you often needed your own space. As you lay in bed, awaiting the call from your doctor, Natasha called Wanda.

"Hey Wands, it's me."

“Nat! Oh, my goodness it’s good to hear your voice, darling!” she started. “I bet Y/N is so glad to have you home.”

“Actually, Wanda, that’s why I’m calling.”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line before Wanda replied, "Oh? Is everything alright?"

"Well, I wanted to check with you," Natasha began, taking a deep breath. "Y/N and I have been together for a long time, you know that. And we've been through our share of ups and downs. But something is going on right now that I feel she's not telling me, and I'm really worried about her."

There was a moment of silence on the line before Wanda spoke. "What makes you think that?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"I just know her," Natasha replied, her voice tight with worry. "She's not herself. She's distant, and I can tell she's not eating. It's like she's carrying a weight on her shoulders that I can't even begin to understand. I just want to help her, you know?"

Wanda was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "I understand where you're coming from, Natasha."

"I feel like there's a 'but' coming, Max."

"Because there is, Romanoff."

Natasha winced at the use of her last name. She knew Wanda could be annoying that way, but it still hurt sometimes. "I know Y/N doesn't want me to know or worry right now, but I need to help her. I'm her partner, her support. I can't just stand by and watch her suffer in silence."

There was a long pause on the line before Wanda finally spoke. "I understand that, Natasha. You're a good friend and a good wife. And I know you'll do whatever you can to help her through this." Her voice softened. "But I also want you to understand that this might not be the best time to push her. She's been through a lot, and she needs some time to process everything on her terms."

Natasha sighed, a deep pit forming in her stomach at the thought of what could be going on. "Wanda?" A silence followed before a hum indicated Natasha to continue. "What happened while I was gone?"

"Oh, you know," Wanda replied lightly, her tone belied by the worry in her voice. "The usual. Just the constant threat of nuclear war, a power-hungry megalomaniac with delusions of grandeur, and a team of highly skilled operatives trying to keep the world safe while balancing their personal lives."

"Wanda, that's not what I meant."

"I know, Nat. I'm just trying to make light of a very serious situation. Y/N's been keeping a lot of things bottled up. She needs time to process everything, and I think she's afraid that talking to you will make it all real. She needs you to be supportive, but she also needs her space."

There was another silence on the line before Natasha spoke. "I understand. I'll give her time, but I'm here for her whenever she's ready."

"That's all you can do, Natasha. That means a lot to her, I know it. And if there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks, Max."

Wanda's voice was soft, bidding Nher a good day. Natasha could hear the genuine concern behind it. She knew that Wanda would be there for her and Y/N, even if she wasn't always the most subtle about it. They were both so different, but they had been through so much together. They had become a family of sorts, even though they were all from different worlds.

Natasha took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness, like she was floating in the dark, searching for a lifeline. But she knew that she had to be strong for Y/N, even when she felt like she was about to crumble herself. Setting her phone on the counter, she put away all the food before heading towards the living room, sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee, contemplating what you could possibly need to tell her. After what felt like hours, she went to the bedroom, gently knocking on the door.

"Hun, do you mind if I come in?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. There was a pause, and then she heard the click of the door opening. Natasha stood in the doorway, taking in your eyes red and puffy from crying.

"I, uh... I was just about to take a nap. Do you want to join me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. She walked over to the bed and sat down gently beside you.

"I would love to, sweetheart," she breathed deeply, reaching her arm around your shoulders. "But first, I need to know that you're okay." The statement makes your heart clench, knowing that you are worrying Natasha after such a long and strenuous mission when she should be relaxing and enjoying her time with you.

"I'm... I'm as okay as I can be, I guess," you mumble, your voice still hoarse from earlier sobs. "It's just... a lot, you know? A lot to process." Natasha nods, pulling you closer as she wraps both arms around you.

"Darling, what is a lot to process?" Natasha's voice was soft, almost tentative, and you could feel her heart beating against your back as she held you close. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves before speaking. You were spinning your cell phone in your hands, nervous to tell your wife what happened while she was gone. 

"Let me start at the beginning, Nat." you lay your head on Natasha's shoulder, ready to detail all that led up to your phone call this morning.

As you speak, Natasha holds you close, occasionally kissing the top of your head or running her fingers through your hair to offer comfort. She listens intently, her expression shifting between surprise, confusion, concern, and anger as you recount the events that unfolded while she was gone.

When you finish, there's a long silence as Natasha processes the information. You can feel her heart racing in her chest, and she seems to be struggling to find the right words. Finally, she takes a deep breath and says, "Oh, sweetheart." Her voice is full of empathy and understanding, but there's also a note of worry. "What did the doctors say was the result of your tests?"

Your eyes tear up, as your lip quivers. You get up and go to stand across the room from your wife, afraid to let her see you so vulnerable, so weak. "I have breast cancer, Nat."

Natasha's face falls, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh, Y/N," she whispers, taking a step toward you. "My baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you." Tears begin to stream down her face, and she reaches out to hold you, but you flinch, taking another step back. "I'm here for you. No matter what. I love you, and I'm here to help you through this. In sickness and in health, remember?"

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed. "I just... I don't know how to do this. How am I supposed to fight this? And what about us? What about our future?" Your voice breaks on the last word, and you sink down to the floor, buried in a ball, unable to hold back the sobs that have been building inside you since you first heard the news.

Natasha rushed to your side, quickly scooping up your body and holding you impossibly close. "Honey, our future isn't in question. I'm not going to let anything happen to you," she whispered into your hairline, kissing it.

"But, what happens if you get sent out on a mission again? What happens if you don't come back to me, Natasha? I can't do this without you."

Natasha's arms tightened around you, holding you as close as she possibly could. "Y/N, you are my whole world. I would never abandon you. You are my priority, now more than ever. We will get through this together. No matter what. I promise." She paused, taking a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I know it's scary right now, but we'll find the best doctors, we'll get the best treatment. And we'll fight this together. You're stronger than you know, and I'm right here by your side, supporting you every step of the way."

You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and leaned into her embrace. "I'm scared, Natasha. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave us."

Natasha pressed her lips to your forehead, her breath warm against your skin. "I know it's hard, baby. But you're not going to leave me. You're going to fight this, and we're going to fight it together. We're going to beat it, okay? She held you there for what felt like an eternity, rocking you gently back and forth. "We're going to fight this together, you and me. We're going to be strong, and we're going to get through this. I promise you, Y/N.“

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[danaredbeard]

They’re Coming, Part 1 

Rick

Rick, wake up.

They’re coming.

Still asleep, Rick swung out of bed, grabbed his python, and pointed it into the darkness. 

Michonne was in the doorway. She smiled sweetly, told him to get dressed, and rubbed her extended belly. 

She was already fully dressed. Michonne was carrying a small bag, and her katana was dangling from her shoulder as it no longer fit around her.

Rick had been on high alert for the past three nights. However, last night, he cuddled up extra close to Michonne and stuck his nose in her locks, breathing in the smell of exotic oils. It was narcotic, and he drifted off into a deep sleep. 

He had stood up too fast, was dizzy, and had to sit down. It all changes from here, he thought. We are going from a family of four to a family of six.

Rick tried to hide his apprehension. His track record with pregnancies wasn’t too great. He remembered being so overwhelmed with Carl that he didn’t remember anything; the baby was suddenly there. Whenever he sees a flash of Lori in Judith, he tries to erase the memory of her birth.

Michonne also wore a brave face; her track record wasn’t much better. Losing Andre broke her. Her pregnancy with RJ broke her even more, but in a different way. She had desperately longed for Rick to be in their lives and also she had to destroy children when she was seven months pregnant. It was such a joyless pregnancy, she just wanted it over with.

RJ came out looking just like Rick, making her happy and sad. Michonne knew deep down that if Judith and RJ had not been there, she would have succumbed to despair like Sasha and given up on trying to stay alive and any hope of peace and happiness.

Inhaling deeply, Rick stood up and bumped into the dresser. Michonne shushed him. 

The kids are still asleep. I will go get Morgan to keep an eye on them, while we are away.

Michonne tiptoed out of the bedroom. Rick quickly got dressed and wondered how it was possible to be so terrified and elated simultaneously. “I couldn’t save Lori”. “This is different,” he told himself.

Before going downstairs, he peeked into Judith’s room. She was just a toddler when he left; now she is practically grown. Looking at her bedside table stacked with books, he laughed to himself, she is a voracious reader, just like her Mama.

Then Rick went into RJ’s room and just stood over his bed. “Michonne was right. He is so much like me.” he thought. A child of few words, but he makes his needs and wants known. Rick understood in the first days after his return that he had to accept RJ being the “Man of the House”. He had to be conscious not to usurp RJ’s “position” but to carefully share it with him. As far as RJ was concerned, this was “his house” and “his women”. He felt extremely protective of Michonne and Judith even though he was “the baby”.

Rick met Michonne at the bottom of the stairs and took the bag from her.

You okay?

Yeah

You okay?

Yeah

Morgan appeared from the downstairs bedroom. He was smiling not saying much, but his eyes were glistening.

Can’t wait to meet them, good luck.

Oh, I made some pancake batter for you and the kids , it’s in the refrigerator.

I was thinking of just chucking a few protein bars at them. Morgan quipped.

Rick and Michonne smiled and opened the door. Hand in hand, they walked into the early morning air. The Commonwealth had a fully staffed clinic, and they were following Michonne’s pregnancy.

The first and last time an on-call doctor said Michonne was a “geriatric mother”, she instinctively grabbed for her Katana as though she had been blindsided by a Walker.

Later on, Michonne brought Rick in for the scan.

“TWO!”

Rick had a hard time standing up. He mumbled something about the winter being unusually cold and it was difficult to keep his knees from buckling.

“TWO!”

As they were checking into the clinic, he had to wait for Michonne to be examined. Sitting in the waiting room, Rick thought. “I’m going to miss her belly”. 

She’d rub this concoction of oils and cream all over her belly every night. At some point, she would complain that she was tired and couldn’t reach all the parts and would let Rick finish greasing her up.

Mr. Grimes, Mr. Rick Grimes

Yeah, that’s me

Your wife is ready.

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[totalcharliespringsimp]

Sooo I really want to participate in Radioapple week but I hate my art so we're writing thank you @hazbean-hotel-imagines for the idea of doing this format

I would like to mention all the things I'm going to write to are all in the same universe but are not necessarily in chronological order

My AU:

When Lucifer gets stuck on earth he needs to find a way to to get back to at least hell and away from Alastor. After making a deal with this serial killer (Lucifer doesn't know Alastor is a serial killer btw) he's now bound to him. Lucifer needs to get out but... What if he doesn't always want to?

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5 (coming soon)

Day 6 (coming soon)

Day 7 (coming soon)

Radioapple week day 1 Late night/Early morning and day 2 Enemies/Pinning

Late night pinning 📻🍎

Word count:

487

Trigger warnings:

Depression, Blood, swearing

- Third person narrative -

"Urgh stupid insomnia why can't I just sleep one night" Lucifer mumbled while making himself tea.

He continued to mutter and mumble complaining about his insomnia. While this was an everyday occurrence and something Lucifer was used to it by now but it still frustrated him. Alastor walked into the house rubbing his shirt against his glasses cleaning off blood

"Fuck that guy could really fight. Now I'm all messy!" Alastor thought.

He looked ahead in the hallway lights glowing from the kitchen. He hadn't left it on. right? Alastor approached the light to his absolute pure shock he found Lucifer mumbling to himself while making tea.

"Lucifer?" He said standing in the doorway.

"Huh?" Lucifer turned his head eyes locking with Alastor's. "Al what are you doing up?"

"Uh I think the better question is why are you awake?" Alastor said avoiding the question and staying in the dark in order to not be seen covered in blood

"insomnia" Lucifer said look at his mug with an upset expression.

"Again?" Alastor asked leaning against the door frame still in the dark though as he looked down at the shorter man in his duck pyjamas.

"Yeah" Lucifer replied filling his cup.

"You know for the king of hell you sure are weak" Alastor couldn't help but make a bitchy comment even if it made Lucifer hate him seeing him get all angry was like a drug.

"Oh fuck off Alastor you know I don't have full power on earth!" As Lucifer shouted he walked closer to Alastor. "And you don't even get the right to judge me asshole you're just a human! Also it's not like I chose to have insomnia! Like it's just part of depression and now I have to suffer with your arrogant ass! All because I made that stupid deal!"

Alastor's arms wrapped around Lucifer pulling him into a comforting hug. Lucifer's eyes went wide as his face was gently pressed against Alastor's chest.

"A- Al" he stuttered.

"Shh Luci relax I was just teasing" Alastor reassured him.

After a whole minute of the hug and utter silence Alastor's arms slowly slid off Lucifer.

"I'm going to bed make sure to get some rest Lucifer" Alastor said before turning around and walking off.

Lucifer was stiff not knowing what to do next. He turned around and put his attention back to his Tea. Lucifer grabbed his cup but on doing so noticed a red substance on his hand he looked down and it was on his clothes too. He lifted his hand and a wretched vial smell of blood hit his nose. How had he gotten covered in blood? That doesn't just happen out of nowhere. Unless, Lucifer looked back down at his hand held in front of his now stained red pajamas.

"Alastor..." He said quietly.

Lucifer looked back over to where Alastor was standing. "What's happened to you?"

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[loves0phelia]

Hi! Can I request a Zach Maclaren one shot? Him and reader are college friends. Zach invited them to go skiing with his family. But due to sudden invitation there's only one bed. Fluff (no smut pls)

One Bed

Summery: The request

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: grammar mistakes

A/N: Thank you xxx feel free to request whenever you want!

The chime of the bell above the door signals the entrance of a customer entering the coffee shop you worked at. Typically, your days were intense and you stayed alert to any new customer not to lose track but today it's slow and tranquil, so you don't feel the need to run immediately to the customer.

You're slowly cleaning the table to remove any crumbs left and the dirty cups of coffee, you thought you would leave the person to think about the order for a second but a pair of hands gripped your waist.  “Boo!” A loud scream escaped your attacker's mouth in an attempt to startle you. Your heart leaped, and your body instinctively flinched.  You quickly pushed away and jumped, what felt like feet away. "Zachary MacLaren, what the hell is wrong with you!" Your angry voice echoed off the walls of the shop as you yelled his full name. “Zachary?” He holds his stomach while bending over, laughing uncontrollably. “I hate you, you know that?” A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips despite you desperately trying to show your anger. “Hate me? I think you meant love” He smirked and playfully draped his arm around your shoulder. You giggled before pushing away from his embrace. “What do you want to order, Zach?” You made your way around the counter where the register was. “Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the ski trip” Gently, he placed his elbow on the counter and leaned down to press his chin against his hand while smiling up at you. “Of course, I'm coming, I'm not gonna miss the opportunity to see you fall on your ass” After your sentence Zach fake gasped. “I'll let you know that I'm an impeccable snowboarder. If someone falls it's gonna be you.” He starts to walk backward to the door of your workplace. “We’ll see about that Zach” “I'll come pick you up at your dorm room Friday after class alright?” You nodded before saying your goodbyes. “Wipe that smile off your face, girl,” Your boss' voice cut through the air, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You hadn't realized the effect Zach had on you. You couldn't wait to spend the week with him and his family. … Friday, during class you weren't paying attention. All you could think about was your excitement for the upcoming trip a few hours later. When Zach came knocking on your dorm door as he had promised two days prior, you were already prepared. Your suitcase was filled with your essentials and you were ready to go.  You both made your way to his house where the rest of his family was. He just needed to come get you and you would all be on your paths to the beautiful house next to the ski mountains. He opened the door and you were met with chaos. His mom and dad were running around with last-minute tasks and his sister was looking for snacks in the pantry for the road. There was also a boy around Avery's age sitting on the kitchen island with a BattleToad backpack. “Hey Malix, what are you doing here?” Zach asked him. “He's coming with us! isn't that awesome? Mom said I could bring a friend this year since you always bring Y/N” His younger sister answered for the boy and your cheeks flushed at her innocent comment about you. You and Zach were indeed glued to the hip, always following each other wherever you went “Since Avery is too young to sleep with a boy,” His mom interjected and his sister made a gagging sound, “I figured you and Y/n could share the second master bedroom while the kids take the separate rooms” The air in your lungs left your body as if you were hit by a train. You and Zach sharing a room? “Oh yeah that's fine” He answered casually with not one hint of hesitation in his voice. Throughout the entire ride to the chalet, you were pressed against him. His legs, much longer than yours, needed more space which made the both of you closer than ever.  When you finally arrived at your destination you felt the air enter your lungs as if you hadn't taken a single breath since your departure. You along with the rest of his family entered the house, It was still just as pretty as the preceding years. It was massive and spacious. But also rustic with a touch of modern. You would kill to own a place like this one in the future "You coming?" Zach was already halfway up the circular stairs, his and your suitcase in hand. You nodded hastily and rushed to catch up with him.

He pushed open the two wooden doors revealing the bedroom you would both sleep in tonight and the rest of the week.

The room was spectacular, the queen-sized bed was filled with cozy pillows and soft blankets, and there was a fireplace in front of it as well as a TV, The big windows allowed the sun to shine brightly and make the room warmer. 

“Are you sure this isn't your parent's room?” you asked with your voice a little bit trembly, you felt nervous, happy, shy?

“Oh, I'm sure” His lips turned into a big grin and he unexpectedly dropped your bags and ran into the bed. He jumped and landed with a loud “Oof” before snuggling inside the blankets.

“This is so much better than the crappy single beds!” he laughed. “Come on!” He motioned you to copy his previous actions and you couldn't help yourself. You ran and landed beside him, making you both giggle.

“Zach let's go skiing!” Avery barged into the room and yelled excitedly.

“Now? We just got here” he sat up prompting himself on his elbows.

“Pleasee I really want to show the mountains to Malix” She begged her brother.

“Alright” he agreed and she screamed in victory rushing downstairs to announce the news to her friend.

“Do you want to come with us?” He asks as he stands up from the criminally comfy bed.

"Of course," you nodded. In a swift motion, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the bed. You stumbled, landing face to face, chest to chest with him. For a moment, you both locked eyes before quickly jumping apart.

"Sorry," he chuckled nervously. All you could do was tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and dismiss him with a shy smile.

After a long evening snowboarding, you all returned home to find a warm meal prepared by his parents. The dinner was lively, filled with discussion and laughter.

And later that night, you cozied up in bed, content and warm.

“Hey, I made us some hot cocoa” You accepted the mug he handed you with a “thank you”, and took a sip. The chocolate taste was heavenly on your tongue.

You and Zach chose a movie on Netflix and watched it until you were both tired. You turned off the lights, extinguished the fire, and lay down together. You were facing his back and as if he read your mind he turned to face you. Even in the dark, you could see him looking at you.

“I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” He said calmly which made you shake your head disapprovingly.

“You didn't make me uncomfortable, Zach just nervous…”

“I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, really I just wanted to help you get up. I should have been more soft instead of pulling you like that, It was dumb of me-” he rambled and you cut him off.

“Not nervous in a bad way” you sighed desperately.

“No?” he asked confused.

"I… I like you, and I like being close to you, but it makes me a little nervous," you admitted, your voice trembling. When you were met with silence embarrassment flooded over you like a wave. Quickly, you hid beneath the blankets, wishing you could disappear from the face of the earth.

“Hey” His hands searched for your face in the blankets but failed.”Come back” 

You slowly pulled the blanket away from your face, meeting his eyes once again. His warm hand gently rested on your cheek, offering a comforting touch.

“I thought you would never say it” Confusion filled you.

"Wait, what?" you asked, expecting an answer. Instead, his response was his lips pressing gently against yours.

As confused as you were, you kissed him back, which only made him press deeper. His hand slid to the back of your neck, taking your breath away.

His soft lips detached from yours and you took a small breath.

"I knew you liked me," he said, a cocky yet happy smile gracing his lips.

“What-!” His lips once again connected with yours to shush you.

“I like you too though” His smile grew against your lips and your heart grew in size. Turns out sharing a bed was the best thing that could happen to you and Zach.

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