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s-4pphics · 1 year

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the ballerina reader amd tattooist ellie is scrumptious 😩 while i do want to see ellie test out reader's flexibility, i kind of need to see ballerina reader be the dominant one based on what she said last time 😳

hi baby :D we’re having a scheduled power outage today so i’m prob gonna spend the whole day writing the next outline for the new sotp part hehe!! but i didn’t wanna leave yall hanging so heres somthing quickk everybody clap for my mania and insomnia!!! woooo!

wc;cw: 750 oooweee, MDNI, reader turning ellie out someone stop her😳, choking, dirty talk, mult. orgasms, slight exhibitionism🤭

nooooooo because…… ballerina!oc is genuinely such a sweetheart and every1 that you ever came in contact w has immediately fallen in love w you.

but no one would’ve ever expected the academy’s princess to have the intimidating, quiet tattooist with her head dangling off the side of her cozy, pink and white striped sheets with her pretty, green eyes(that’d been tinted red due to you both emptying the bud-filled baggie earlier), rolled all the way back and one of her legs being held down by your strong ones. *melts*

you had already made the flushed, freckled girl cum on your face twice in a fucking row(even though she made an attempt to run after her first big one, you pulled her back down— manicured nails dug into her thighs—with a mean i’m not fuckin’ done, stop moving), tongue shoved as far as it could go into one of the prettiest fucking cunts you’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.

so when you used all your strength to lay her nearly slumped body onto your plush mattress, hand around her throat as you moved down her still-trembling body—not before kissing both her nipples because you’re such a sweetie— and before you could suck her swollen clit back in your mouth, she grabbed your wrist tight with a shaky baby, baby i cant take it, fuck!

“you okay? want me to stop?” you’d checked in sweetly, and she could’ve cum again from the concerned expression on your face when she picked her head up to meet your(just as red) eyes.

“no, ‘m so fuckin’ good, just sensitive,” she’d replied hazily before both sides of her mouth rose in a dazed grin, “you’re crazy, holy fuck.”

you’d let out a cute giggle before releasing her throat and moving up to straddle her, bringing your face down to plant a gentle kiss to her lips.

you pulled away, but she quickly followed your mouth with a rise of her head.

you were quicker though, you little fox! you moved your head back so she would be forced to chase your mouth before you teasingly licked her bottom lip only to pull away swiftly after.

and now here y’all were. her head hanging off the bed with your tight grip around her neck. you’re straddling her waist with your arm behind your back, middle and ring finger shoved deep inside her soft, slippery walls and punching that fucking spot unrelentingly. she could feel her juices slide down to her ass and onto your fresh linen. your thigh was pressing her leg up so she couldn’t wiggle away from your harsh fucking and holy fuck you were gonna make her scream—

she couldn’t think as she gripped your wrist that was gripping her throat with her tatted hand, whining out a baby, fuck, can’t take it like that! before you harshly whispered out a yeah you can, be quiet. you were slutting her the fuck out out and she couldn’t stop you!

“‘m gonna make noise, i cant—fuckfuckfuck,” the volume of her whines increased as she rode the fuck out of that edge and she swore her fucking brain started melting—

“yeah, baby? yeah? gonna give me a big one?”

“yesyesyesyes— ‘s gonna be so—good, fuuuuck me!”

you quickly released your grip on her neck and shoved your painted fingers in her mouth, which she sloppily sucked on with a delighted hum, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she caught a glimpse of your small pile of your dead, copper pointe shoes in the corner of your room and her soul left her fucking body.

she let out a scream that shook the fingers in her mouth as her pussy squeezed and squelched around your fingers as you silently prayed to god that your roommate took her sleeping medication because you couldn’t stop the noises from leaving her mouth even if you tried.

“doing so good baby, want all of it, that’s it,” you huskily talked her through it and you could hardly move your fingers due to how hard she was gripping them with her cunt.

she slowly came back down to earth and opened her eyes to meet your gentle, encouraging eyes and she was so close to slipping up and saying she was in love with you—

but you, being the fucking deviant you are, pulled your fingers out to rub her juices on your own clit with a small whine, biting your lip and her core squeezed so fucking hard and you were going to fucking kill her holy fuck—

marrymemarrymarryme— was the only thing plaguing your mind.

#ballerina!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams x you #black!oc #black!reader #lesbian #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #nonnies ✄┈┈ ˚#tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ #works 𖧧࣪

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emadarkblog · 2 years

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what difference does it make (4) ♡ max mayfield

♡ [you tell her everything you feel towards her, but her reaction surprises you]

warnings: none?

♡ max mayfield x fem!reader (she/her)

♡ part 3

“i’ll just- you know” steve said as he pointed at the door. you nodded, awkwardly shifting on your feet.

“i- we- i’m dying,” you said as you avoided her eyes, “and max, god how do i say this? i’m so so sorry i didn’t tell you. we would talk again, we would be best friends again. and now we don’t have much time, i ruined it, like always.” you started to tear up, finally glancing at the girl.

“what? but- h-how do you know?” her voice was barely audible and her tears started to fall. your heart shattered at the sight.

“headaches, nightmares, zoning out. i just know it, i feel it. and i know i’m supposed to die tomorrow so good luck with finding a solution because i already gave up.” you sighed as you looked at your feet, avoiding her completely.

“we will save you. i will save you.”

♡

you were looking for your favorite redhead, you were gonna confess again, you were gonna explain your feelings. you were ready to let it finally out.

“max! max. hi.” you said breathlessly as you finally found her, confused.

“hi?”

“i feel it coming. he’s close and i can’t give you just a letter. i want to say it by myself so i can die in peace or whatever. so please sit with me so i can do this.” she nodded and you both sat on a bed. you took a big breath as you looked at your letter, trying to figure out how to start.

“dear maxine mayfield, well, you hate it when someone calls you maxine, but i think it’s the most beautiful name i’ve ever heard.” your eyes shifting between her eyes and your letter.

“i’m so so so happy that you were- are my friend, best friend, and finally a crush. to be honest, i’m not really surprised that it’s you who had caught my eye. your incredibly perfect personality charmed me. so did your eyes, hair, and- actually everything about you is attractive. i really really like your ocean eyes, they’re like a symbol that you’re from california…” your letter long forgotten, “…and god- i love your freckles- they’re beautiful, especially covered in sun, they’re perfect even if you hate them. i love that you like me even as a friend. you don’t have to love me back, i want you to be happy. i love your soul, your heart, your brain and mind, and it’s true even if you think otherwise when you’re feeling down and you think you look bad and ugly- which is not true at all. i love you on your good days, on your bad days. i love you when we’re fighting, when we’re cuddling, when we are pranking each other…” you finally stopped rambling and took a big breath, “…i’m in love with you, zoomer.”

max stood there emotionless, just looking at you, but as you were getting more and more anxious she smiled. god, you loved her smile.

“well, well, well. y/n y/l/n finally confessing. sorry to break it to you but i don’t love you. actually i don’t even like you as a friend.” her smile grew wider. you were speechless and obviously hurt and confused, not knowing why she acted this way. she slowly walked towards you, getting closer and closer.

“how does it feel, y/n?” her voice now changing into a deeper one, her eyes white, “how does it feel to be unloved. everybody hates you, y/n. your friends, your family, even you hate yourself. so tell me, how does it feel?” you blinked and max disappeared. and there he was… vecna. you instantly ran away, looking for boys in other rooms or someone somewhere only to see if this is real or in your head, but you were unlucky.

everything changed and you were stuck in darkness, all alone.

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allmylove-hxx · 2 years

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Well hello! It’s been a while since I posted something and caught random inspiration from this gif because it gives me hardcore soft husband and dad vibes. Which we all love. Enjoy loves and I’d love to hear what you think🤍

The lock clicked and the door slowly opened, Harry quietly stepping inside with his suitcase behind him. After a week of being in LA and promoting the new single, he was ready to be home just as much as you were. Especially his mini me.

You watched him as he shrugged off his coat, slipped out of his vans and placed his keys in the designated dish on the coffee table. Something you never realized how much you missed seeing until you saw him doing it.

“Hey you,” he whispered when he caught sight of you. His smile only grew bigger when he saw Viv as he walked over to greet you, the dimple in his cheek deepening with every step he took. “Hi there,” you say through a half asleep smile. His lips give your’s a soft peck before giving one to the top of Viv’s head.

“Missed my girls,” he says while crouching down, “Didn’t think you’d be up still or down here even. Especially this one.”

“She was very set in her ways of wanting to stay up until you got home which as you can see, didn’t happen.”

His finger tucked a curl of her’s behind her ear, brushing it across her cheek afterward. “I can see that,” he said behind a breathy laugh. When she let out what sounded like a snore, he stood. One thing that he missed the most when he was away, was not being able to help put her to bed. Of course there were FaceTime calls that made it seem like he was there but it wasn’t the same as tucking her in and making sure each one of her stuffed animals got a kiss, including Belle. So when he started to lift her off your chest, carefully so as to not wake her, you knew where he was heading.

“Daddy,” she whined. The way she recognized who’s arms she was in tugged on your heartstrings in the most adoring way and by the look of pure love on Harry’s face in that moment, you knew it did the same to his.

Being a parent was by far the most rewarding thing but watching Harry be one? Nothing could beat that.

Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her small frame and kissed the side of her head one, two, three times. “Hi bug. Let’s go to bed, okay?” He whispered. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched him carry her up the stairs.

The next thing you knew you were being carried bridal style Into the bedroom, not sure when you dozed off or how long you were out for. But it felt good to be in his arms again. Feeling that familiar comfort you always got whenever you were. “Could’ve woke me up, ya know,” you mumbled.

“I debated it when I felt the drool on my shirt.” He pushed the door to the bedroom open with his hip, taking a few steps before dropping you onto the plush duvet with an “oof.” The corner of his mouth ticked up in a soft smile as he admired you at the foot of the bed.

You tilt your head to the side, cheek pressed against your shoulder and reach your arm out to him. His fingers laced through yours and hovered over you, your intertwined hand resting next to your head. “Your freckles are showing,” you said, your finger running along his sun kissed skin. The delicate touch had his eyes fluttering shut with a content hum and his head dropped to your shoulder.

“The sun was good to me,” he mumbled. His lips made their way up your neck, across your cheek, before stopping at the corner of your mouth. He could hear your breathing increase, his lips just barely grazing over yours. “What’s got you all flustered, love? You’re blushing.”

“For a guy who’s trying to get in my pants you’re doing a lot of talking.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” he teased.

His nose nudged yours before his lips landed where you needed them. “Gonna show you just how much I missed you.”

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summerfrwrks · 2 years

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winx club meets a major reboot

like fanfiction-wise anyways cause i've had these ideas for a winx club reboot ever since this march (14?? i think?? or maybe a lil earlier)

this post is more of an interest check. feel free to drop in the comments/reblog your thoughts about it and/or read a bit more about it <33

this is mostly a spoiler-free detail dump of stuff that i have listed out for my reboot:

First stop are the characters. I'll be using the main girls: Bloom, Stella, Musa, Flora, Tecna, and Aisha. All the members of Trix: Icy, Darcy, and Stormy. Also the main guys: Sky, Brandon, Riven, Timmy, and Helia.

I won't be including Nabu here. If I'll be completely honest a part of me does want to include him. But I don't want to overwhelm myself because I'll be using a lot of characters already. This could be subject to change but I don't think it'll happen anytime soon.

All couples in the original cartoon will be initially together here. So a big and fair warning: all the original couples will be breaking up or have broken up in this reboot of mines.

Other characters I will include are: Faragonda, Griffin, and Saladin. (for “volume 2” there will be more familiar characters but I’ll keep them under wraps for now cause I gotta finish volume 1 first hashajhshaja)

The first volume is mostly character-driven. Not much plot, more on vibes and exploring the characters. (I’ve given some changes to the background of a few characters. Like Bloom not getting adopted by Mike and Vanessa, she was assigned from one foster home to another. And Stella’s parents staying divorced but still have a decent relationship with both.)

I'll be starting from scratch. Like I mentioned earlier I have a major reboot in mind so it's a new retelling of the cartoon with familiar characters with new arcs/storyline.

In connection to #3, I do have plans to mix them up. There'll be f/f, m/f, and m/m pairings. There will be a possible poly relationship too. (As much as I have been fond of the familiarity of the original ships when I grew up watching the show, I want to offer a new take for them to give not only a sort of fresh start for these characters but also for the audience - it’s a risk but I’m optimistic about it)

A couple of changes with physical traits. Like Bloom having freckles, Stella’s skin being tanned, Musa’s hair is dyed black, Tecna’s hair being naturally bleached blonde, and Stormy being blasian/black American and Asian.

A couple changes to the characters’ wardrobe. I have customized the outfits that can look good either animated or live action (imo anyways). I used @ummmmandy‘s dress-up game for these looks. Moodboards will be uploaded soon .

I'm gonna hold on to the other details to myself as a sort of ✨surprise factor✨ in the future ahsjahshhaa

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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could you tell us how Beau and Bunny told their parents that they were doing to have a baby?

Beau and Bunny, and they're baby bunny 🥺 I did also say that Birdie Mae was not the daddies and LP's first grandbaby, even though Beau and Bunny were together the longest. Those two really did enjoy just being a couple for ten years. And Beau is a saver. He wanted to make sure they didn't get in a bind by having kids, and wanted the cabin completely finished.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Little Chickadee

Summary: Beau and Arleigh are finally pregnant

Pairings: Beau X Arleigh

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, PIV sex, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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Beau watches as his wife rides over top of him. Every morning, she wakes him with a smile, and a good morning dick ride. Her always being the first one awake, and if his cock is hard, she is riding on top of him.

His hands smooth all over her body as he watches her. Throwing the need for safe sex out the window months ago. Deciding after a decade together it was time. Time for them to make a baby. And he hopes he gets a little ray of sunshine just like his Bunny.

Even when she’s doing something so nasty, it looks perfectly innocent. Perfectly pure and full of love. Beau figured it’s about time to let his wife know that she was getting fuller in her tits. Even when her body goes from bouncing on him to a slow grind, he sees the tiny little swell of her stomach. And he can’t get enough of his tiny Bunny.

The typical just nipple tits that now have enough for him to bite, and even her skin was absolutely radiant. He gives her belly a soft rub, and she lets out a choked sigh. “Bun?”

“You see it too, huh?”

“Arleigh,” he whispers. She all but stops and Beau, flips the two of them around, and he cages her. Petting around her face, he starts peppering kisses all over her. Trying to count her freckles with his lips. “This is what we wanted.”

“I know…but I…it’s always been just us. And now we’re bringing in someone new, and everything is gonna change.”

“You are getting in your head, mama,” Arleigh laughs, despite her tears. “It’s time. We wanted kids. And it’s time, whether we want it or not. Which we do. We’ve planned this,” his hand moves gently up and down her neck soothing her, and she nods.

“Now we’ve just got to tell our parents.”

“My parents are going to be ecstatic. Mom keeps asking me when your little self is gonna be pregnant. Dad wants a baby so bad. Your parents? I think I’m gonna be sick that day.”

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“You know,” Beau starts staring at his in laws house. “We can just wait until the baby is born, and then tell them.”

Arleigh gives her husband a playful smack, and giggles. Her nose scrunching up with laughter, and he can’t help but to capture her lips with his. “It won’t be that bad.”

“I still try to pretend that we don’t have sex. They have all seen us. And I…why did we need so many windows and no curtains? That…my sweet Bunny, was not smart. I’ve almost died from your dad like five hundred times.”

“Oh, hush,” Arleigh opens the door, and waits on Beau. Grabbing each other’s

hands she almost skips to the house, even if Beau is still nervous.

Throughout dinner you were constantly looking at her. That was your youngest baby, and you had her memorized. You also knew they were actively trying to have a baby. A girl as tiny as Arleigh, you saw every change. And the biggest change was her boobs, because she actually had some.

Her body always draped in something flowy, gave nothing away on her stomach, but her need to not wear a bra, showed everything. And even the fact she had more than just nipples.

Even Ari gave you a knowing glance. And it also was blatantly obvious when they wanted dinner alone. But it was your other daddy that surprised you. Putting his fork down he leans over the table looking between Beau and Arleigh, “Go ahead and spit it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arleigh smiles at one of her biggest supporters.

“The hell you don’t. Beau can’t quit smiling and looking at you, and normally he’s side eyeing me. You haven’t stopped touching him. So, tell me my sweet daughter…did you get another animal.”

“Daddy,” you groan looking at him. “Seriously?”

“I’m just saying, they can tell us right away they got chickens, ducks, and goats, but heaven forbid they tell us that they’re finally having a baby,” Arleigh gives Beau a quick look before looking back at her dad. “That is what you’re doing right?”

She nods smiling so big looking at him. “You two have been together forever, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner, considering he can’t keep his hands off of you.”

“Dad!” Arleigh whines, Ari gives the two of them the biggest smile, but Curtis gets up to give his baby Bunny a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sweetheart, you two are going to be the best parents. And you’re going to love that sweet little thing that you’ve got growing in your nest. I’m proud of you, both of you.”

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Telling Beau’s parents was a completely different beast. The two of them had practically begged for a baby for years. Both of them talking with Beau and Arleigh separate and together.

So when they had invited Beau’s parents for a day at the farm, just showing them the new additions, Frank was no dummy. He could watch his son’s face and how he struggled to be away from Arleigh. How his hands were always resting on her stomach, and even the few times he gives it a little squish with his hand.

But watching his wife try and figure it out, was the highlight of his day. His wife loved kids, adored them, and he had apologized daily that they didn’t have more kids, especially since Beau made them wait so long for grandchildren.

So when it took Beau obnoxiously rubbing over Arleigh’s belly, trying to round out the growing bump as much as possible, and his mom still didn’t notice, Frank had to chuckle. Beau even kept saying baby over and over again, and she still didn’t get it.

“Mom, you see that window right there?” he points at the window closest to their own room, and she nods. “I’m thinking that we’re going to turn that room into a baby’s room.”

“Well, you better knock Bunny up then. It’s about damn time. I have been waiting,” Beau holds Arleigh’s belly over her dress, and his mom finally sees that tiny little bump. “No. No, baby, you…is there…we’re gonna be grandparents.”

“You already were. Iris has given you…”

“But that…that will really be mine,” Frank’s green blue eyes look at his wife, when he realizes exactly how much this means to her. His arms wrap around her tightly and he gives Beau the biggest smile.

“There’s a real baby in there?”

“Yeah,” Arleigh steps closer, “you wanna feel it?”

“Oh,” her hand drifts over on the belly and she remembers when she was the one telling Frank that she was expecting Beau. Her beautiful, handsome boy that she was so proud of. “Do you know what it is?”

“A human,” Arleigh giggles. “We’ll find out on delivery day. And the little chickadee is healthy, and moving.”

Sugarplum wipes her steady flowing tears, before smiling at her son and Arleigh, “Oh this thing is going to be so cute and beautiful. If you need a babysitter, Pummy can do it. Or if you just need food, I’m here. It’s about time. I thought I was gonna die before you ever gave me babies.”

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biffhofosho · 2 years

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIII (said as if we haven’t talked in ages)

I know the last few months have been INSANE, but I am here and I am gonna catch up and Imma start with this absolute jewel of a fic and something that I have been waiting for since the first hint… the bowling fic!!!!!!!!

A few lines in and I am already drooling like a fucking animal. Why is he so perfect? He is the perfect boyfriend indeed

Ex boyfriend Kun, interesting

COMPETITIVE SLEEPING! I am cackling!!!

Maaya sighed. “Fine, it’s your funeral. Stakes?”

“How about a favor to be named later?” he suggested.

GIRL , BYE, you know that’s a trap!!!!!!

“Let’s go to Lovers’ Lanes. It’s close to campus, and they have cosmic bowling.”

ALL THE SIGNS ARE THERE

OMG He is smooth and charming, and If she doesn’t want him I DO, move over Maaya

VERNON????? Woooow definitely not expecting a mention

YISUS Hyungwon is so irresistible!! You really know how to write all his charms, anyone would fall in love with him in a heartbeat.

“She watched with bated breath as his slender fingers slid up his own bicep to his shoulder, and she shook her head meekly.”

OMG stop, I am already dead!!!!!!!

“Dude, wait. Is your waist seriously smaller than mine? How have I never noticed! You’re giving me all kinds of complexes tonight, Wonnie.”

“It’s just because my shoulders have gotten bigger,” he asserted.

FUCK YOU, SIR.

And now that hug? I am foaming at the mouth!!!! Frothing even!!!!

Him teaching her to play?????? Just kill me now, won’t you???

Oh, man, he is so in love with her!!!!

“That was until four cute guys walked in, the last one particularly striking with his full lips and cocky swagger. In his backwards ballcap and loose hoody, he was ridiculously attractive. And he was looking right back at her.”

Uh-oh, we have a new player….

Ohhhhhhh he is sneaky, sneaky!!! An innocent kiss, omg, that’s game over, right there.

Poor dimples!!!! I will look after you, no worries!

I mean I’d to to hell and back for you, Wonnie

“You start dating that guy, and it’s goodbye for another three months,” Hyungwon continued bitterly. “Just the random meet-up at a bar every other week before you go home to Dimples while I finish my soju in silence. So I’ll start dating someone, too, just so I’m not lonely, and you’ll break up and so will I, and then it’ll start all over again. Why is it never just us, Maaya?”

Also this was like a bucket of ice water, thank you very much

LORD HE EVEN CLEANED HIS ROOM FOR HER????

“She was so distracted by his silver fillings-showcasing grin that she hadn’t realized his tee had come untucked and ridden up his tummy, revealing another little bullet point of why her best friend was the most stunning man in the world—a very cute, very edible freckle right beside his hip.”

OF COURSE YOU HAD TO MENTION THE FRECKLE

“Good. All I want is to make you feel good.”

nope NONONONONONONONO (PLEASE YES, MORE, PLEASE AND THANKS)

Fuck me that wss the most beautiful thing i have ever read, HER LOVE REALISATION? THE WAY HE KNOWS HER SO WELL? THE KISS???? CALL THE AMBULANCE, I HAVE FALLEN AND i CAN’T GET UP

“Do you want this? Do you want me?” His forehead touched hers as his eyes closed. His next words were a whisper, dancing across her skin. “Say yes. Please.”

I MEAN THIS???? What is this I AM ANGERY?????

OMG this, THIS. the dialogue, the LOVE???? He really just wants to make her feel good????

The whole scene!!! All the kissing, this is too much for me after months of abstinence from your wonderful work!!!!!!

“I’ve waited long enough,” Hyungwon replied in his gravelly voice. “I need you to cum, princess, because I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you.”

“Hyungwon—”

LORDT PLEASE HAVE MERCY

OMG after that? The domesticity? How easy is this for them? How there's no going back to being friends? HIM NAKEY???? NAKEY?????

I am crying, sobbing!!!

His desperation to just be inside of her!!! Oiafvo;ndfoof\

Half naked sex is just to…. Sexy

Hyungwon lifted off her, and her whole body froze where his sweaty skin had once been ironed. One of his hands grabbed her breast and the other clamped to her waist so he could rut frantically into her.

SERIOUSLY, CALL THE DOCTOR

his eyes rolled back just before they screwed shut. His lips curled into the most luscious snarl as a wretched whine echoed in the bedroom. It had to be the sexiest fucking thing Maaya had ever heard in her life.

911?????

THE LIST OF EXES!! I CAN’T!!!!!

“Wait until you meet doting, sex-crazed boyfriend Hyungwon.”

WHERE DO I GET ONE OF THOSE??????

OMGGGG this was sososososooooo GOOD, like a hot, delicious meal after you’ve been starving. I felt like I came home to your stories. How much I have missed them, my dearest friend!

Also, I love how we’re all benefiting from your self-indulgence, hehehe

And I am sorry it took me this freaking long to read it, but now I was able to do it at my own pace and enjoy the heck out of it!!!

My friend, you made it at last to my pride and joy! <3 I am so happy you finally got to read it and that you fell in love right alongside me. :D

If I'm not mistaken, the bet was your idea? I think when I first pitched the premise to you, you made a comment about a bet, and I just made it romantic. :) Everything took instant shape from there, so THANK YOU!

Yes, once Wonnie lets you in, I feel like he's the smoothest operator around. I'm just, like, crazy in love at this point though so.....

And, yes, Vernon always catches my eye, and since this piece is literally just super-indulgent, I gave him some public love. heh heh

Hahahaha the waist thing popped into my head out of the blue one night, and I was just begging to experience it. *sob* I WANT HIM, MOM!!!

Jealous Hyungwon is a serious, serious vibe for me. He's freely admitted to being the jealous, possessive type, and I just ran with that ish. I'm sorry that it had to be over Jooheon (my other best friends-to-lovers king), but her heart was already committed, so we can at least thank him for showing it to her.

Oh, girl, you know me. I'm a slut for bringing up those buried emotions when you least expect it. I love unexpected confessions so much omfg.

YES, HE CLEANED HIS ROOM FOR HER. THANKS FOR PICKING UP ON THAT LITTLE DETAIL. <3

Girl, if you done think I'm gonna neglect that little tummy freckle ever...

Hahaha Maaya's love revelation is really just altverse me coming to terms with this shit. I have a bias. There, I said it. I'm finally free to admit it.

I put a lot of kissing in this fic, but that's probably just cuz I wanna kiss Hyungwon all the fucking time. *shrugs*

Domesticity and nakey Wonnie FTW!!!

Girl, yes, I love that urgent passion shit. I really wanted this to be a mix of making love and needy fucking, and I dare say I achieved my end goal.

Hyungwon's sounds are a callback to that beloved Inssa Oppa workout moment that I in no way, shape, or form watched religiously until the sounds were on perma-loop in my brain.....................

GIRL, BYE. WHERE DO *I* GET ONE OF THOSE??? ;)

Awwwwwwww! "Coming home" to my stories? Where's my sobbing emoji????? Thank youuuuuuuuuu! I'm so glad we became such close friends through storytelling. <3

I don't care that it took you a while to read it because at least you finally got the chance. I know how busy of a lady you are. Friends or no, thank you for always taking the time to interact with my work. Love you!!!

#new bestie!#perfect game #gee thanks #i can say now #in a tremulous voice #that i have a bias #and it is chae hyungwon #it's been a long road #but there it is

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mypalaceofpages · 2 years

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city of bones by cassandra clare - book review of what i’ve read so far

I might have an unhealthy obsession... with Jamie Campbell Bower, so I did buy this book off of good old thriftbooks.com. I thought the synopsis was interesting as well. I’ve read about 6 chapters so far and here’s what I think.

Alright. Well. Um. Okay. The writing is alright? No. It’s bad, I’m sorry. I hate to say this, but there are times when it is confusing, hard to read, and just doesn’t make sense. I had to go back and reread the same page three times and I was only on the first chapter.

BUT THERE’S STILL HOPE. I decided to trudge on, you know what I found? Jace Wayland. He’s the reason I’m still reading. I usual take caution with fantasy books because of how confusing they can get, but there are parts of this story that are actually pretty cool. Though, the descriptions aren’t always well-written.

And for the dialogue. My gosh. I have never cringed harder at words on a page. I understand that the author is trying to give insight as to how this whole Shadowhunters thing goes down, but no one talks to each other like that.

“He means other demons... You know what demons are, don’t you?”

Shoot me now, I’m sorry, but what? This boy was literally talking to a demon that he knew was a demon. It’s almost as if our Shadowhunters know that Clary is in the storage closet with them. This happens over and over again in the dialogue. Dialogue that would not happen in real life because why are you repeating things that everyone in the conversation already knows?

And apparently this storage room/closet is a really big room and not a... closet. That was the part I had to go back and read a million times because I could not wrap my head around the fact that they somehow couldn’t see her. Or hear her walk in? Lack of description. She seems like the clumsy type.

ON TO CLARY. Goodness gracious. I—well—how do I even start this. Interestingly enough, I thought our girl was better than your typical, basic y/n you can find in almost every Wattpad story, but no. She’s your typical, basic y/n. She’s “ugly” because she’s short with a face full of freckles. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Also, the way she treats her mom is so... white? Yes, white. Very white. I understand the argument between the two of them, but blowing off her calls? Who do you think you are at fifteen?

Actually, a lot about this book is white. I could tell the author was white. When I read “curvy black girl” and “maple-syrup skin” I was about ready to throw this book out the window. Very ready. Still ready.

I’m really liking Simon right now. Dude never fails to make me laugh. I was cracking up when what’s-his-name didn’t expect Simon barge through the doors and yelled, “Jesus!” to which Simon says, “Actually, it’s just me. Although, I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.”

But when he asked her how she wanted her coffee and Clary said, “Black. Like my soul.” I was about ready to throw up.

It’s obvious, not to mention cliché, that he’s the jealous best friend who secretly has a crush on Y/n—I mean Clary—but Clary can’t see that cause she could never expect anyone to see her in a romantic way because she’s so plain and different and boring. Not exactly looking forward to Simon’s reaction after Clary and Jace get together.

Oh God. Clary and Jace get together. And then they... and then... you know what, I’m gonna pretend I don’t already know that part.

Do I like Clary so far? I can’t say I do. And if Jace would stop lecturing people every FIVE FREAKING SECONDS I would really like him too. I’m a sucker for a good enemies-to-lovers trope, so if I trudge on, I might end up liking it? Slim chance. I’ll read it because I’m imagining Jace as JCB though.

Also, the quotes at the beginning are so unnecessary to me. This book is targeted towards young teens who have no idea what any of that even means. Adds to the pretentiousness of the book. There is a lot of that here.

I don’t know. I really... just don’t know.

#jacewayland #clary fray #cityofbones #cassandraclare #bookreview

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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker au #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction

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brendaaaa · 3 years

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Best Summer Ever (Max Mayfield x fem!Reader)

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!“ Lucas pumped his fist into the air.

He let out a whoop and cannon-balled into the pool, screaming as he went.

“Oh god,” Will covered his eyes. “He’s going to kill himself.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Will the wise,” Mike set a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “He’s fine.”

You peered over the edge, into the pool. “It looks pretty deep.”

You hated deep water. It was pretty much an irrational fear. There was nothing that was going to get you in that water.

You looked over at your girlfriend, Maxine. She was looking hot as ever, with her long red hair in a messy bun and her freckles sprinkled across her sun kissed face. She wore a red bikini, a good look on her, you had to admit.

You look back at the water. It was dark blue, intimidating.

The party was situated in the backyard of Kimmy Taylor, Robin’s super cool (and rich) girlfriend. She absolutely loved the ‘children’ when Robin introduced them, and because Kimmy would be working, she had generously offered her pool to the kids for the summer.

It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that you were scared silly of deep water.

“Hey, El!” Dustin called out, running over to pick up the brunette girl, “let’s get in the water!”

He ran over to the edge of the pool, Eleven shrieking, pretending to be terrified although anyone could tell she wasn’t really, and jumped.

The two made a huge splash when they entered the water, and you shielded your face, although the rest of your body got soaked.

They came up laughing, and smiling.

You grinned too, as their smiles were the most contagious ever, and watched as Will and Mike jumped in as well.

Lucas, already in the water, came up from behind the two boys and started splashing them.

Everyone in the water started hurling water at the others, and it was actually pretty funny for you to watch.

“Hey love,” a voice said in your ear, and you felt soft arms wrap around your middle.

You blushed, and turned to look at your favorite girl. She rested her head on your shoulder, blue eyes smiling up at you.

“We should get in.”

“Wha-?” You said, not really hearing what she had said. Her beautiful face was too distracting.

“I said,” she crinkled up her nose, “we should get in.”

You paled slightly as you realized what she was talking about.

“Uh, no. I- I can’t,” you looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Aw why not love?” She whined, placing her cold hand on your jaw and turning your head back to face her.

You shivered slightly and looked at the pool. It looked like a blue pit. Deep, dark, and ominous.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Why not?” She said again. “It’s so hot outside. I mean c’mon y/n, I know you wore that bathing suit just for me…,” she said with a smirk, and you reddened, looking down at your rather skimpy one piece, and she continued, “But you wore it to swim too, right?”

Well, yes. But you didn’t know that the pool was going to be this deep!

Aloud you said, “Yeah...I guess,” not wanting to disappoint Max.

“Alright let’s get in then!” She said cheerily, and shook her flip flops off her feet.

You gulped, eyeing the water suspiciously.

“I- I can’t,” you said nervously.

“Oh sure you can,” Max rolled her eyes, “it’s just water, y/n!”

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it. As much as you wanted to please her, you knew that there was absolutely no way you were getting in that pool.

No way. You would stay perfectly nice and dry today, thank you very much.

Ironically, just after that thought, your lovely babe decided it would be fun if she pushed you into the pool.

You screamed, flailing your arms as you tumbled down towards the water.

The party all turned to look, some laughing, some smiling, but none appearing distressed.

You belly flopped in, creating a loud smacking sound as you were submerged in the water.

The water was cold, and even though it was miserably hot outside, it was not refreshing or nice at all.

It was freezing and miserable.

You realized with a jolt of panic that you were sinking to the bottom, like a rock.

Your cheeks puffed outwards, trying to hold your breath in, as well as the scream that was just dying to come out.

You kicked upwards quickly, propelling your arms around, trying to get back up to the surface desperately.

It wasn’t that far to the top, and soon you were gasping and coughing up water. Max plopped into the water next you, and wrapped her arms around you.

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Nice in here, right?”

You shook your head wildly, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“No, no. I want to get out. Right now!” You hiccuped, still kicking your legs back and forth aggressively, trying to tread water and stay afloat.

Max frowned, a bit concerned by your reaction, “okay…” she said slowly.

She pulled herself out first, and reached a hand out to help you get out. All of a sudden she stopped, peering at you.

“Y/n, are you scared of water?” She asked.

Well yeah, no shit.

You glared at her, “What do you think?”

“I-“

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! Of course I’m scared of water, why do you think I didn’t want to jump in?!”

She stared at you, a little unsure of what to say.

“You pushed me in! Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“Y/n,” she started, hands on her knees.

“Get me out!!!” You screeched. “Right now!!”

“Okay okay,” she grabbed your forearms, and pulled you out of the pool, dripping wet.

“You wanna, um, go inside?”

You nodded, huffing.

“Okay, uh, you can do that then. Um, y/n I’m really sorry,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear if you’d just told me I would’ve never pushed you in,” she said sincerely.

You wiped your face off with your hand.

“I’m going inside,” you said stiffly, and marched off.

The rest of the party watched open mouthed, confused at the scene that had just unfolded.

You stomped into Kimmy’s house, flopping your wet body onto the couch. You groaned, feeling frustrated at your girlfriend and at yourself.

It was dumb that you got so upset with Max. She didn’t mean to push you in. She wasn’t that type of person.

Ugh. Why didn’t you just tell her that you were scared?! Why did your pride have to get in the way?

You groaned again, and clapped a hand over your forehead, covering your eyes from the light flowing through the window.

You surveyed the room. It was pretty nice, with some expensive furniture. Everyone’s clothes were scattered amongst the floor. Your eyes honed in on Max’s purple sweatshirt and brown shorts.

You smirked, getting an idea.

You pulled yourself off the couch, and closed the blinds on the window.

…..

“Is it just me, or did that pool get warmer as we swam in it?” you heard Dustin’s voice.

You were flopped in an armchair, watching tv and cuddled up in an afghan. It was surprisingly cold in the house, due to the air conditioning working overtime in the hot summer heat.

“You were probably just pissing in the pool,” Max retorted.

“Shut up Max,” Mike said. “We just probably got used to the water,” you heard him say to Dustin.

All of the party had shuffled in at this point. They all looked freezing cold, wrapped up in only their swimsuits and towels, shivering in the ac-blasted house.

“Hi, Y/n,” Max said, rather shyly.

You remembered that she probably thought you were still mad at her.

“Hi,” you said, giving her your warmest smile.

She smiled back, looking down at the ground. At least now she knew that you weren’t mad.

“So, who wants some pizza?” Lucas stretched out his arms, “I’m tired, and hungry as fuck.”

“Me too,” El piped up. “Can we get hawaiian please?” She gave Max her best doe eyes.

“Ah fine,” your girlfriend muttered, walking over to the phone.

She picked it up and started to dial the number. Growing up as a teen in the 80s, it was mandatory that you all had the pizza place’s number memorized. You never knew when you might need some fuel, or a pick-me-up.

Max turned back to look at El as she held the receiver up to her ear, “But don’t get that nasty fruit stuff anywhere near me,” she threatened, twirling the cord.

“I won’t,” Eleven smiled. Everyone knew that Max hated pineapple on pizza with a passion.

Max gave the order, and you, El, and the boys pulled out some board games to keep you busy while waiting on dinner.

The seven of you set up the candyland board.

“Why are we playing this?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Cause it’s fun,” Dustin countered.

“It’s a childhood classic,” Will insisted.

“You can cheat,” Mike smirked.

“Queen Frostine is sexy,” Max shrugged.

“It’s so FUN!” El beamed.

“I dunno,” you said. “But everyone else seems to like it.”

Lucas groaned, “Fine. But I better win,” he grinned, and flipped over the first card.

“Hey,” Will complained. “You don’t get to go first! The youngest always gets to first!”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “That’s me!”

And so the party played a rather uneventful game of candyland. Dustin won.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone looked up.

“Pizzaaaaaa,” Dustin said in a whisper, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll get it!” You offered, standing up, and letting the afghan fall away from your body.

Max smiled at you, then a double take.

“Uh...y/n, are you? Wait a minute…” she eyed you suspiciously. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

“Caught me!” You laughed, and ran off to go meet the delivery guy.

“Hey!” She hollered. “Don’t think you get away that easy!” She was smiling, shaking her head.

“Get back here y/n!”, she giggled.

You ran, laughing and out of breath, to the door. You opened it up, and smiled at the short brunette pizza guy.

“Uh, three pepperonis and one hawaiian?” He confirmed.

“Ding ding ding,” you winked at him, and set the pizzas on the table right beside the door.

“Gotcha,” you felt Max hug from behind. You turned around, and kissed her cheek. “Hang on, I’m paying this dude.”

“Oh no no,” she said, smiling. “You, you are wearing my clothes! Why?” She touched the tip of her nose to yours, scrunching her nose.

You blushed, “Cause...I want to?”

“You look good, miss girl,” she whispered.

You coughed, and turned to the pizza boy and said, “Pay you back later?” as Max started to kiss you.

“Uh, excuse me-” he was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

You laughed into Max’s lips, “You know, Lucas really was right.”

“What?” Max asked between kisses.

“This...is gonna be the best summer ever!”

Word Count: 1,877

#max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x fem reader #stranger things x reader #max x reader #max mayfield one shot #max mayfield imagine #stranger things imagine #fluff #sorta fluff #stranger things #gay gals #summer of lovin #let the good times roll #it

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years

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i like the idea of thomas for the dad/christmas fic 🥺

heeey!!! thanks for comment on it again!!! once again, i'm sorry for not writing that one with the person 'we' mentioned first😅 hope u like it!

-> dad!thomas raggi x reader

prompt: in which, dad!thomas is bit late for xmas to see his little girl! bonus. he teaching his little girl how to play the guitar!

warnings: none, just the good stuff today!! oh, we actually talk more about the 'finals' holiday than xmas itself on here so i hope it doesnt be too awkward for people who don't celebrate it.

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You closed the fairytale book, putting it in its place on the shelf, and then tidied the blanket to cover Alice better. One of her arms was on her new guitar, which Santa Claus had left for her at Thomas's mother’s house; and by Santa you meant Thomas. She was so happy at the moment that you couldn't wait to show him the video.

Despise this, the smile on her face hadn't lasted long, you didn't know if everyone could see that she looked sad or if it was something maternal that warned you about it. She was asleep, and even though you could tell she was heartbroken, her long eyelashes rested under the freckles of her chubby face; appearing to be all agitated - she had not cried, but you knew she had held back her tears while you put her to sleep. You didn't blame her, you missed him, too.

You hugged your torso, wanting to stay there with her, you didn't feel like going to sleep knowing that he wasn’t home for Christmas. When you looked at her again, with her sad little face, you suddenly felt bad for not thinking about letting her sleep with you; since she liked it when you let her stay in Thomas’s side of the bed when he wasn’t around.

“I love you, angel,” you whispered, brushing her hair away from her face and placing a kiss on the prominent freckles on her nose. She mumbled something you couldn't understand, and smiling silly at your girl, you took her purrs as your cue to make your way to the kicthen.

You hummed one of Thomas’s band songs to yourself after you checked that there was no messages or new call on it. He promised he would at least contact you, and as long as you are together he never was one to broke his promises; so what you could do was wait.

It was the first Christmas after you had Alice that he hadn't been able to come back home on time. And as much as you told him that you understood and that everything would be fine, which was true, you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

You kept the leftovers Alice had begged her grandmother to give her on the frigde, remembering how she had planned on eating it with Thomas when he got home. Glad pleased, you could imagine how happy he’d be that she thought about doing it for him. Just when your mind was ready to get lost in a scenario where Thomas would be home for the Holidays, the vibrations of your phone interrupted you.

“Hey, babe. Merry Christmas!” You said excitedly. It was him, he wouln’t forget of you. It was late at night and you had no idea what time it was for him, but still he called.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” He said in a slurred, almost inaudible voice. He looked a bit sapped and busy.

“It's not a good time, right? I can call you later if you can’t speak right now or are feeling too tired,”

“Nah, it’s fine,” He assured, a bit breathless, getting clearer over the phone. “How was your day? How’s Alice? God, I missed you,”

“It was good,” you sighed, thinking about being cheeky and adding that it would have been better with him, yet you were afraid that it might make him feel worse. “Alice is fine too. She loved the guitar, you will love to see it. I filmed everything, she didn’t stop jumping with it in her arms, telling your parents how it was just like the one his dad have. She misses you so much, Thommy, and I think she’s learning how to deal with it.”

“She’s learning...” he repeated. “I wish she didn't need to learn to deal with me being away from her,”

“Don’t say that, I made a bad choice of words, you know she loves you and she loves even more the way you love her extra when you’re back. She understands, Thomas,”

“She’s 5 years old, Y/N,”

You let the silence fill the chasm between you. You felt how sad he was, he had been away for a long time because of the turns before, still he always managed to return for the special dates - just as he had promised when Alice was born - but this time, well, this time it wasn’t possible.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and you visualized in your head his eyebrows furrowing as his hand ran agonizingly through his hair, just as he always do when he‘s feeling in low spirits. “You’re right. I should be focusing on the good things, soon I’ll be home, I’m gonna teach her to play the guitar, show her all my love and be the best dad in the world,”

You laughed at his abrupt change in mood mixed with a hint of himself. “I know you will, babe,”

“I’m gonna be the best boyfriend too,” he would give continuity to his words when a loud noise of something falling stopped him abruptly.

“What was it?” You asked. You made it clear that you were suspicious, and by his nervous laugh he knew that. After all, what would he say about the noise that seemed to have come from the room next to where you were? “Oh my god, Thomas, that can’t be you.”

He didn't even need to answer, the sound of your steps going on his way was enough for him to know that you knew he was there, making him curse himself for being so clumsy. And just like in a flash, you were in his arms. He dropped his bag on the floor, giving you al of his attention as he squeezed your shape to his body.

“You’re here,” you bured your face on his chest, letting the feeling of comfort fill your nostrils, and then soul. “You’re really here.” You added in a breathless sigh.

Relief taking over his body as you snuggled into his frame, he grinned, “I promised that I would try my best to be with you all the special dates, didn't I?” He asked, holding your face so he could look at you properly. “Are you crying?”

You nodded at his soft voice. “I’m sorry,”

He laughed, a nasal sound that you missed so much. “It’s ok, 5 months is a long time,” He said, tracing kisses across your face. “I promise I’m gonna love you extra now.”

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It was already possible to see the sun rissing outside, yet you refused to close your eyes and lose any moment with Thomas.

You rested your head on the pillow, waiting for him and thinking of how lucky you were that he managed to catch a last minute flight to spend the New Year at home. He was scheduled to return only after the first day of the year, somehow things would have worked out better than expected and he managed to get back sooner.

“She looks like an angel sleeping so calmly.” He spoke, lying beside you under the covers.

“I thought you were going to wake her up, she'll go crazy when she sees you.”

“I know,” He smiled, proud of himself. He knew she was the definition of daddy’s little girl. “I will wait until she wakes up. I'm dying to fill her with kisses and hugs.”

Still with his charming teeth and cute dimples on display, he pulled you to his chest, trying to wrap you in the blanket next to him. “She loves you. She doesn't care about the time you spend away, as long as you come back to her.” You nuzzled into his neck, squeezing him tighter as you said that. It was likely that this would happen more often, letting Thomas blame himself for that wouldn’t do him any good.

He bobbed, kissing your forehead, enlacing you with the same intensity. “I know, babe,”

“How was turn?” You asked, looking at him, making sure that he was fine. He was thoughtful, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

He told you about his gigs around the globe and you were happy feeling his body soften on your arms. His voice almost lulled you to sleep, but you were sure you would never tire of hearing him talk about what he loves. You showed him the video of Alice receiving the guitar, seeing his eyes fill with water after she said that she‘d be just like her father made your chest almost explode with love. In the best possible way, of course.

“You can sleep if you want, babe.”

“No, I want to spend more time with you.”

“I’m here, I am not intending to go anywhere.” He patted your hair, rubbing his nose through your hairline, and the last thing you remembered was feeling his lips on your temple.

When you opened your eyes again, he was no longer there. You rubbed your eyes tight, trying to adjust to the light, wondering if there was any possibility that it might have been a dream, but then a sweet chuckle brought you back to reality.

Alice was standing in front of you, with the guitar resting awkwardly on her shoulders. Her eyes went from you to Thomas, as if asking him if everything was all right. You smirked lightly at her features that looked the same as Thomas's.

She started playing something, which looked incredibly bad, Thomas wrinkled his nose in an attempt not to laugh so as not to discourage her. He should have spent a lot of time helping her, and she looked like she was trying. Her lips was between her teeth as she concentrated to play her less than a minute of song was so cute that as much as you didn't understand a thing, you couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

“It’s Vent'anni,” Thomas mouthed, waving his hand in a way that would get your attention but not hers. “It’s Vent'anni.”

“Oh my god!” You opened your arms for her as she finished playing, watching you with her excited eyes. “It’s Vent'anni.”

She grinned from ear to ear, handing Thomas the guitar, and then jumping into your arms.

“Did you like this?” She asked happily, making ‘this’ sound like ‘dis’. “It’s not perfect but I’ll get better, right dad?”

“Yes, better than Damiano trying to play It!" Thomas confirmed, stroking her back as he approached you. “Good mornin’, love.” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you,” you kissed his cheek, wishing he could feel how much you love him. “And I love you too, little one,” you mumbled, pinching Alice’s nose, which eyes was stuck on the two of you.

She laughed, her gaze still on you and Thomas. She looked like a completely different person from the night before.

“Dad said you look cute when you're tired.”

You knew that you looked tired, the day before wasn’t the best and you had barely slept. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at Thomas who had a silly smile playing on his lips and felt your cheeks get hotter. The reason you still felt that way when he complimented you was a mystery, you liked it anyway.

“You are a gossip little thing,” Thomas joked, poking at her sides.

“No, I’m not.” She laughed, trying to run away from him flawlessly, letting him hug her as she recovered her breath.

“I love you too, both of you,” she pointed a finger at both of you. Thomas's smile was priceless, you could live in there forever. “but can we play more guitar now, please?”

You agreed and Thomas got up to sit upright, putting her between his legs. He looked at you, his face still radiant, you could easily imagine him talking about you with Alice - just like you did talk about him with her as well. He positioned her tiny hands on the guitar, guiding then with his own fingers. His gentle, patient voice teaching her things that both knew she would soon forget and he would have to repeat it all over again - and you knew Thomas would do it without a problem - was lovely to watch. Her head was resting on his chest and whenever she hit a note and heard Thomas praising her, she would turn to you and say "see mom, I did it.” And you swear that you couldn't be happier to have found the meaning of the word home in two of your favorite people in the world.

#maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi imagines #fanfic #ethan torchio #imagines #fiction #maneskin x reader #måneskin #writing #damiano david #thomas gives me so much of the cuddler vibes just want to lay down and die in bed with him.

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theficplug · 3 years

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Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

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cvtqr · 3 years

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alone, again

pairings; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; manipulative behavior/ gaslighting , toxic relationship, threatened pregnancy,

notes; based off this request. + tysm for 300 followers!

eren leaned over the granite countertop, hovering over the girl.

“i really like this hair color on you, looks so good”

he took his hand, running it through the silky soft hair.

and no. it wasn’t yours. and yes, eren was your boyfriend. you on the other hand? you were standing close but not too close. eren was aware of your presence, but probably wouldn’t notice immediately if you left.

“hey armin, introduce me to more of your friends wont you?”

you followed armin into the den of the living room. inside there were a bunch of familiar faces, them being yours and eren’s friends. one face did catch your eye though.

“you already know basically everyone here so just socialize!” armin went to take a seat on the couch next to annie.

you took a seat on the floor next to a boy with dark brown hair, almost black, with freckles covering his soft cheeks.

seconds after you sat down, he turned his attention to you.

“i’m marco, marco bodt. aren’t you eren’s girlfriend? i’m jeans best friend.”

“oh yeah! i’ve seen you with jean around campus. i’m y/n l/n”

you reached out to shake his hand and he gladly accepted.

his hands were so soft

you shook hands for a little longer than anticipated, a soft blush spreading across both your faces. you quickly let go though, when you felt the wrath of your boyfriend enter the den.

he was with the same girl from before, playfully holding her hand guiding her into the den. he took a seat on the ledge of the fireplace. it was now almost packed in the den, no where else for anyone to sit.

“you can sit on my lap if you’d like, since there’s no where else obviously.”

she nodded her head and took a seat on eren’s leg.

you felt the anger growing inside of you. you wanted to get up and show that girl that you were eren’s and that she wasn’t. but you were also scared of eren. you didn’t want to get yelled at for causing a scene.

marco leaned over and into your ear

“not to sound invasive, b-but shouldn’t that be you on his lap.” he said in a faint whisper.

right when he leaned back, you shifted towards his ear

“can we go someone else, like- like in the kitchen or outside maybe?”

he nodded his head and stoood up, reaching his hand down to you.

you took it and stood up, letting go once you were on your feet.

the both of you were barely outside of the door frame when you felt a large hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“hey freckles! mind if i steal my girlfriend for a little while.”

“hm? yeah sure. it was nice meeting you y/n!”

eren started pulling you away and toward the near by stair case

“you too marco!”

eren had a tight grip on your wrist as he dragged you up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.

right when you stepped inside he slammed the door shut, pushing you up agaist it in the process

“just going off with random guys now?”

your breath hitched as you looked up and into his eyes, crossing your arms

“we were gonna go sit somewhere else because your presence was making the both of us uncomfortable. that’s on you, asshole.”

he shook his head while smiling and letting out a small chuckle

“yeah, marcos a nice guy i’ll give you that. but guess what? his friends are morons. if you went off with him you’d end up falling into one of there little traps.”

“eren- you can’t just assume the worst of everyone you’ve ever met befo-”

he grabbed your wrists and pinned them up agaist the door

“apologize.”

“for what-”

“i’m not going to say it again y/n. apologize.”

you looked down to the floor

“sorry.” it came out more of a mumble

“look me in the eyes and say it again.”

you wanted to punch him in the face. why the hell should you be apologizing. he’s the one that messed up.

you ended up doing what you always do. obeying him no matter how much you didn’t want to.

“i’m sorry ok!” this time, it was more of a scream

he let go of your wrists and pulled you into a hug.

“no need to raise your voice baby. you know it’s just because i want the best for you, right?”

you nodded your head yes as small tears formed in the corner of your eyes

he kissed the top of your head, which led to your lips, then your neck. sucking a dark hickey onto your jawline, he pushed you down onto the bed.

he pulled his shirt off his back before getting on top of you. right as he leaned down, he pulled your jeans and panties down to your ankles.

he placed his hand onto your cunt, slowly dragging his fingers across the slit, before pushing a finger in.

“you’re so wet already. i really hope you’re thinking of me and not that fucking idiot from before.”

you didn’t say anything and eren took it the wrong way.

he pulled his pants down, just enough to let his cock spring free

he took your hand into his, using it as an extension of his own. he used it to stroke his almost fully hard cock. once he was satisfied he let go of you and flipped you over onto your stomach.

“eren-!”

he used one hand to push your back down and the other to lift your hips and ass up into the air.

“imagine him if you want to. just know who’s actually fucking you baby.”

“no eren! it’s not like tha- ah, that”

he pushed himself into you fully, giving you no time to adjust before pulling out and pushing right back in

he sped up his thrusts, getting sloppier with each stroke.

“bet you’d hop on his dick the second you get the chance, hm?”

“n-no, no eren.”

you stretched out your arm, gripping onto the sheet beneath you.

“maybe you need a reminder of who you belong to. what if i fuck a baby into you? now that’d be a constant reminder to you. mmm just letting my cum go striaght up into you.”

“no eren! please please please please don’t!”

you felt his hand lift off your back and down onto your wrist, wrapping it around.

“then tell me who owns you.”

“you eren! ‘m all yours and no one elses i swear! pull out please, pull out!”

after a few more thrusts, he pulled out, cumming all over your ass and lower back.

you felt the weight of him off your body, and heard his pants being pulled back up.

yet another time he left your needs unattended

“i’m going back downstairs. let me know when you want to leave.”

and with that, he headed out the door, closing it behind you.

leaving you alone, again.

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redheadsinmybed · 3 years

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Loving a little

Wanda x Female reader

Description: Wanda and reader are an established couple. Reader is a little but hasn’t told Wanda yet. What happens when Wanda and reader are cuddling and reader drops??? (This is a caregiver/little story)

Notes: So I guess I’m a tumblr-er now. This is my first fanfic that I wrote, you can find the series on Archive Of Our Own, it’s called “Loving a little” by dani6279 (that’s me) anyways I don’t exactly know how this all works yet so forgive me if I do something wrong, anyway hope you enjoy!!

Chapter one: Drop

Currently you and Wanda are cuddling in her bed at the avengers compound. You both decided that after breakfast you guys were going to spend some time together since Wanda and you were both away on missions when the other was at home.

You love times like these wishing they would last forever. Lost in thought as you count the freckles on Wanda's face she asks you

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Sure she could just as easily read your thoughts, but she promised you that she wouldn’t without your permission.

You were thinking of how someone could be so damn beautiful, and how that beautiful person could love you so much.

But after hearing Wanda calling you ‘baby’ you start to feel yourself slip. You fight it though because you haven’t told Wanda that you were a little.

You know that she is a caregiver without a little, but you don’t know if she wants one and you don’t want her to think of you as a responsibility rather than a girlfriend that can manage herself.

“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have you” you say, which isn’t a lie.

You love Wanda so much you couldn’t bear to lose her. You are so scared that if she found out you were a little that she would break it off with you because she didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of one. So you keep it a secret.

“Awww, baby girl you're so sweet, but I’m the lucky one” Wanda coos at you. At those two words you drop not being able to hold on any longer. You look up at Wanda with big eyes and start to cry. Worried that now she won’t want to be with you.

“Please please don’t leave me. I promise I'll do better! I can do better, please I’m sorry” You plead as you jump out of her arms, tears stream down your face. Wanda being the best girlfriend anyone could ask for knew that you were a little even though you never told her.

Being a caregiver she could read the signs in the way you did things, and the fact that your eyes gave it away whenever she would call you ‘baby’. Therefore, she used the word ‘baby girl’ to try and get you to drop, and it worked.

“Hey it’s okay baby girl, I’m not going to leave you. I'm right here” she said while trying to get you to calm down. “Baby look at me” she says while cupping your face with her hands trying to get you to look at her.

When you look into her eyes you don’t see rejection or disgust, all you see is love and care.

“That’s it baby, you're okay, you’re okay mama’s got you” she says as she holds you so your ear is pressed over her heart.

Listening to Wanda’s heartbeat is something you’ve always loved, it helps you calm down and lets you know that you’re safe.

“I’m sorry” you say through sniffles.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay” Wanda says as she rocks back and forth slowly making you sleepy “I’m not gonna leave you, baby girl” Wanda assures you.

You sit in silence for a while just listening to the beating of her heart. Your eyes are starting to get heavy, but you fight it.

Wanda notices right away, “It’s okay baby girl, close your eyes mama’s got you” You look up at her and see love just like you did before.

That’s all you need as you put your head back on her chest, “Mama loves you baby girl” is the last thing you hear before her heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

Chapter two: Home

When you wake you are still in your little state and realize that you are no longer being held by Wanda. Panic sets in as you look around the room for her.

Finding her nowhere you start to cry. Thinking that she left you without even saying goodbye.

Wanda had gone out to get some food, knowing that you would probably be hungry when you woke. After putting the food in the kitchen and marking it with a sticky note that had ‘Y/N and Wanda’ on it knowing that one of the avengers would eat it up if she didn’t she made her way back to her room.

Making her way back to her room, she heard crying that she instantly knew was coming from you. Rushing into her room she found you curled up into a ball shaking, knees to your chest and sobs wracking your body.

You didn’t hear Wanda coming in over your cries too caught up in your own thoughts. Although you saw all the love in her eyes earlier you couldn't help but think that maybe it wasn't real and it was just your imagination.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Wanda asked while coming to your side.

“I-I thought y- you left me,” you say through tears.

“Oh, baby girl” Wanda says softly, sadness in her eyes. She wasn’t going to leave you. Wanda knew you were insecure about a lot of things, but she wanted to make it clear to you that she wasn’t going to leave you.

“Baby, mama will be here as long as you want me. I’m not going to leave you, I promise. Mama was just getting some food for you.” Wanda promises you.

You can hear that she’s speaking whole heartedly. So you give her a small smile. Wanda cups your face. You lean into the touch of her hand as she wipes your tears away. When she’s done she lets her hand linger just for you.

“Mama” You say to yourself softly as if trying it out for the first time to see how it felt. You look up at her and she has a soft expression on her face.

“My mama?” You ask her hopefully.

“Yes baby girl your mama” Wanda says with a smile. You smile back at her and climb into her lap wrapping yourself around her like a koala. You lay your head in the crook of her neck and she wraps her arms around you.

You and your new mama sit like that for a while, on the floor content to just be in eachothers arms, until your stomach grumbles and growls.

Wanda unwraps her arms from you and laughs when you whine in protest.

“Come on baby, mama got you chicken tendies” She says while she stands and holds out a hand for you.

You whine again tugging on her arm wanting to be carried by her.

“What? Do you want mama to carry you?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

You shake your head signaling that you indeed do want mama to carry you. When she picks you up you lay your head on her shoulder and suck on your thumb.

You guys make your way down to the kitchen, although it was only 4:30 and the rest of the avengers usually ate around 5, everyone was in the kitchen.

You knew Wanda accepted you, but you were afraid the rest of the team wouldn’t. You were a part of the team and you always felt like you were loved by everyone, they were like a big loving family to you, but as you and Wanda entered the kitchen everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you two.

You know that Tony, the famous Iron Man, was a little and that Pepper is his caregiver. You also know that Steve is a little and Bucky is his caregiver. Natasha is a caregiver but doesn’t have a little of her own, and so is Bruce. Thor is an Asgardian, so it doesn’t apply to him.

Right now though everyone is big. None of the team says anything waiting for you or Wanda to say something first.

“Hi guys” Wanda says to break the silence. You, still on her hip sucking your thumb, hide your face in her neck.

“What’s wrong baby? It’s just the team” Wanda whispers to you.

“Scared mama” you whisper into her neck. You tense when you feel a hand on your back that wasn't your mamas.

“Hey Y/N it’s okay it’s just Nat” You hear Nat say. You’ve always liked Nat, her being your second favorite on the team just after Wanda.

Wanda had texted Natasha and the team about you when she went out to get your food. The spy of course already assumed that you were a little since you always seemed interested when Tony or Steve switched. Nat had gotten you a stuffed koala after she heard the news.

“I got something for you Y/N, and I think you’ll really like it,” Nat said with the stuffed koala behind her back. You look up at her with questioning eyes.

Nat laughs when she sees how you react. When you see the stuffed animal your eyes go wide with excitement. Not only does this mean that you’re being accepted, but also now you have your first stuffed animal.

You make grabby hands toward the grey koala bear. Nat gives you the bear and you feel how soft and fluffy it is, you make a sound that can only be described as a squeal.

“What do you say baby girl?” Mama asks you after you safely have the bear in your arms

“Thank you, thank you!” You say happily and all the avengers around you laugh at your cuteness.

“She is so fluffy. Mama can we name her Bunny?” You ask with big pleading eyes.

“Of course we can name her Bunny,” Wanda assures you. After you see that no one leaves or has looks of disgust on their faces you relax in Wanda's hold.

“You wanna say hi to everyone baby?’ Wanda asks after she feels you relax.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“Hello Y/N,” Tony says to you, “I want you to know that we all like you for who you are, and you don’t have to hide from us. We all accept you and we are here to stay” Tony says as everyone is nodding their heads in agreement.

“Thank you,” you say as tears of joy start to prick at your eyes. All this time you were afraid of everyone leaving you because you were little. But you had nothing to worry about. You see now that the people you call family truly love you. And that here you can finally call this place your home.

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Sketches

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Y/N likes drawing people. More specifically, she likes drawing George Weasley. Which is fine, until she loses her notebook and George is the one who finds it.

A/N: Okay so because of lockdown and me having legit nothing to do i spent the last 2 days writing this fic for @teawiththeweasleys writing challenge and i couldnt wait to share it with you. im lowkey very proud of it so i hope you all like it

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines message me if you would like to be added!

Ever since Y/N was a little girl she was always drawing whether it was scribbles of her family, animals, magical creatures or plants, you could always find the girl with a pencil and paper somewhere nearby. For as long as she could remember her home was covered in her drawings, Y/N’s mum and dad would frame and hang up all of their daughters’ drawings all over the walls. They were so proud of Y/N’s creativity and encouraged her to keep creating her art. It had become a tradition that every year for her birthday Y/N would receive a new notebook and pencils form her parents and it was always her most cherished gift.

Over the last few years Y/N has become very intrigued with drawing faces, she loved how she could capture a person’s emotion with just some charcoal and parchment. More recently when Y/N was sketching she’d try to focus on the subtle and small features that make humans unique and beautiful, may it be the way their eyebrows arched in curiosity or the dimples and freckles etched into their skin or small wrinkles that danced near their eyes when they smiled. Y/N loved it all.

Because Y/N was so captivated with how facial features made everyone unique she found herself draw a particular ginger a lot more than anyone else. George Weasley. Everybody at Hogwarts knew George Weasley was the twin to the confident and loud Fred Weasley. And being that they are identical twins they look very similar. Y/N found it fascinating trying to pinpoint their minor physical differences and she had become quite good at it.

Her brown leather notebook, which if it wasn’t in her hand was usually found stuffed in her book bag, was full of sketches of George. It started of gradual, her drawings of the sweet boy. Y/N was usually found sitting on a bench in the courtyard if the weather was nice, drawing anyone she saw nearby and normally it was someone new each time. But when her eyes landed on the loud group of Gryffindor boys, she felt a pull to the tall boy with fiery hair who was standing next to his twin, both taking turns to tell a story which had the rest of the group engrossed. Y/N wanted to challenge herself, it was simple, she wanted to capture the features that made an identical twin unique.

Y/N spent the last few weeks ‘studying’ George in a very non-threatening and not at all creepy way. The pair had a few classes together being in the same year at school but the two hadn’t really spoken much to each other. So, Y/N admired from afar, normally from across the great hall or in class. She quickly learnt that George’s face was longer than his brothers, his eyes were more slanted, and his lips had a curve in them that was more prominent when he smiled, something he does a lot, Y/N observed.

~~~

The weather was particularly nice on this Saturday afternoon, so naturally Y/N found herself on a bench in the courtyard with her pencil tin open and a range of charcoals scattered around her as she doodled in her notebook (the one which wasn’t unofficially dedicated to George).

“Hello there little Gryffindors-” Y/N heard a voice call from nearby, the voice belonging to Fred Weasley. George was standing next to his twin and the duo were chatting to some unsuspecting first years.

“-anyone fancy a nougat? They are delicious” George finished; the twins shared a mischievous glance at each other.

Y/N quickly grabbed her other notebook and some charcoal and began sketching the boy’s face focusing on the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed at the poor Gryffindor who accepted the free candy which turned out to be a nosebleed nougat. Y/N was absorbed in her sketching she didn’t notice her best friend sit next to her, peering over her shoulder.

“Ah, drawing your lover boy again I see” Alicia chuckled as Y/N slammed the book shut.

“He’s not my lover boy, I’ve already told you; I draw him to-”

“-capture the features that make an identical twin unique. Sure, so if I flick through your other notebooks, I’ll find one dedicated to Fred too then?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “shut up.”

“Come on creeper, we told the others we’d hang out today.” Alicia pulled on Y/N’s hand as she quickly threw her notebooks and pencil tin in her book bag.

“Merlin, hang on! You’re gonna rip my arm out of its socket!” Y/N giggles hoisting her bag strap higher up her shoulder.

The two girls walked off, arms linked and laughing, neither one noticed the lone notebook that was left on the bench.

~~~

George, Fred and Lee were heading towards the great hall after their amusing interaction with a group of first years when the younger twin noticed a brown book perched on a bench. He detoured that way to pick it up, flicking through the pages in hopes he will find who it belongs to so he can return it.

George furrowed his brows as he dove deeper into the book. He expected it to be filled with notes and writing but he was not expecting to see drawings of people; of him and Fred. But as he looked closer, he quickly realised that they weren’t sketches of him and Fred, just himself.

“Oi! What are you doing? We’re gonna be late for dinner” Fred’s voice pulled him back. George shoved the notebook in his pants pocket and hurried after his twin very confused as to why the notebook was filled with drawings of him.

Later that night George found himself sitting on his bed in his dorm room flipping through the notebook. These drawings were incredible, whoever it belonged to had some serious talent but he couldn’t get over why someone had drawn him, let alone multiple drawings. Each sketch was different to the last though, some were of his whole face others just of his eyes or mouth. George was in awe of the skill this person had; they had managed to capture his face perfectly.

Some might view finding a notebook filled of drawings of themselves a little creepy, however George Weasley found it flattering. You see, for his whole life, George has seen himself as the other half of Fred. Most people in their lives couldn’t tell the pair apart and opted to talk to them and refer to them almost as if they were one person as FredandGeorge and not Fred and George. This notebook was proof that someone out there noticed George as a singular person, an individual, which made George’s heart flutter.

~~~

“Oh godric” Y/N mumbles pouring out the contents of her book bag on the table.

“Hey, Y/N relax. I’m sure it will turn up eventually.” Alicia says in attempt to calm her friend down.

Y/N ran her hands through her hair, very stressed. She had been searching for her notebook all morning with no luck worried that the wrong person had found it and would deem her a creepy stalker.

“How can I relax when my notebook-the notebook which is filled with drawings of George Weasley-has gone missing. Oh merlin, whoever has it will most likely recognise the drawings of George and give it to him and he’ll eventually find out that it belongs to me and think I’m a freak” Y/N’s arms are frantically waving around to empathise her point as she paces up and down the room.

Alicia stops in front of her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly “Y/N breath. You’ve told me a million times that those drawings are just about capturing someone’s facial features, right? It’s not like you have a crush on the guy so it doesn’t matter if anyone thinks that, because it’s not true.”

Y/N’s sketches of George Weasley had started just as Alicia said but it quickly turned into Y/N possessing a small, okay maybe huge crush on the red head and her trying to find any excuse to stare at him and draw. Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest at the thought of George being the one to find her notebook. There was no way George wouldn’t be freaked out and think Y/N had some weird obsession with him.

“Okay so when was the last time you remember having your book?” Alicia questions.

Y/N racks her brain trying to remember, “yesterday afternoon. In the courtyard on that bench, I was drawing him when you came over. I’m sure I put it in my bag but I haven’t seen it since.”

Alicia nodded, the two deciding that was the best place to start.

Y/N practically sprints to the courtyard, luckily there wasn’t many students here, giving it was a Sunday morning and everyone was probably still sleeping. The two girls look around trying to spot the leather book. Y/N sighs in defeat, collapsing onto the bench and groaing into her hands.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I lost it. I’m so stupid”

“Err, Y/N” Alicia nudged her friend’s shoulder.

“Geez, thanks Alicia, you’re meant to say ‘No Y/N you’re not stupid’”

Alicia widened her eyes at Y/N before glancing behind her, “look”.

Y/N follows her gaze and freezes. George Weasley was walking towards them, that in itself was strange but it wasn’t until Y/N looked down at George’s hand and noticed the missing notebook.

“Oh no.”

George had figured whoever misplaced the notebook would probably come back to the last place they had it to search for it. He was hoping for that at least. Not only did he want to return the book to its rightful owner, he also wanted to thank them for seeing him, for noticing him.

As George rounded the corner his eyes scanned the courtyard and were met with Alicia Spinnit and Y/N L/N sitting on the same bench he’d found the notebook on, bingo. Judging by Y/N’s wide eyes that were glued to the notebook in his hand and how Alicia gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing, George figured the drawings were the work of Y/N. George’s heart sped up with this information. The two of them weren’t close but were friendly having shared some classes together. George had caught himself on more than one occasion glancing at Y/N during lessons and mealtimes, wondering what it would be like to get to know her. Guess now he has a chance.

His feet stopped a few paces in front of the bench as Y/N gawked up at him.

George cleared his throat, “uh I believe this belongs to you?”

Y/N basically snatches the notebook from his fingers, feeling insanely embarrassed and when Y/N is embarrassed, she rambles. “Oh merlin, I’m so sorry! I’m guessing you looked through it, of course you did. I would have too if I stumbled across a stranger’s book. I’m also guessing you realised all the drawings were of you. Look I’m not some stalker, I swear. Like I’m not some girl that has a massive crush on you and decided to fill a notebook with drawings of you… Well I do have a crush on you. But I promise I didn’t mean to be creepy. I just, I like drawing people and you have a nice face.” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, forcing herself to shut up.

George opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processes the girl’s words. “Wow, um- I want you to know that I don’t think you’re creepy at all. I was actually really flattered looking through your pictures. It’s nice to know someone sees me as me and not as an extension of Fred.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say.

George moves to sit beside Y/N, close enough that their thighs are touching, “they are really good by the way. The drawings I mean. You’re very talented.”

Y/N blushes at his words, “thank you. I don’t normally share my art, with the exception of my parents and Alicia.”

George places a hand over his heart, “well in that case I feel very honoured.” He runs his fingers through his hair as Y/N giggles before continuing, “I know we aren’t super close and I kind of hate that it’s taken me this long to ask but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like a date.”

Y/N fiddles with the notebook in her lap trying to hide her excitement “for sure, I’d love that.”

George lets out a sigh of relief, “great, well what are you up to right now? Maybe we can hang out and you can draw more pictures of my handsome face.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and playfully shoves at his side “careful, your head might explode with all that ego. But yes I’d love to hang out with you right now.”

“Cool.”

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twordytings · 3 years

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Hi I’m having a rough day. Can I request a fic where Bucky and Steve give the reader cheer up tickles because she had a bad day? Thank you

Backbone

(Steve and Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You’ve been having a pretty rough few weeks, but there’s always two people that are always there for you; whether you like it or not.

Word Count: 1,859

A/N: Sorry I couldn’t complete this the day of, but i hope this makes your day better than it already was! This does get a teensy bit deep, since I was speaking from personal experience (hence the trigger warning) but I want you guys to know that if you’re ever having a rough day, or ever just need someone to talk to, I’m always here! Please please please don’t be shy to send a message my way!!!

!TW! - Hints to ED

You came home from school, lugging yourself through the door and going straight up to your room, not even bothering to greet Bucky or Steve, who were sat in the living room. They noticed that you didn’t say hello, since you were always so excited to come home to see them, so they were a bit confused to say the least.

It’s impossible to make a long story short at this point, but to speak in broader terms, you hated yourself. It started when you were at school one day; your teacher, of all people pointed out a part of you that you never thought was a problem: your weight. The same day, after you came home, you looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but think about everything else that could’ve possibly been wrong with you.

You ended up finding flaws in yourself that you’d never even dreamed of having. Your hair wasn’t like the pretty girls at school, your waist wasn’t as thin as the model you saw on social media, your freckles didn’t look as cute as that little girl you met the other day, your face wasn’t as chiseled as the woman in the TV show you were watching, and your thighs... there was no gap between them. It was as if you were being hit by a bunch of waves nonstop; and now you were drowning. It got to the point where all you would consume each day was a cup of iced coffee and gum, but you still weren’t satisfied with how you looked; wearing baggy clothing and avoiding meals with the excuse of having a lot of homework became a normal routine for you. You were physically and emotionally exhausted, and honestly just wished you could hide inside of a shell for as long as possible. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a shell, but your room would have to do.

You slung your backpack off your shoulder and roughly ripped your shoes off your feet, immediately crawling under the covers of your bed. It was nice, being in your own space, until you heard a knock on your door. You groaned at the sound, hoping whoever it was would leave after your nonexistent reply; but yet again, another knock.

“Ugh. Go awayyy!”

“It’s Steve. Can I come in?” he said as he poked his head in a bit.

“Well you already opened the door so... yeah I guess.” you said from underneath your covers, body covered from head to toe. Steve smiled a bit, walking over to sit beside the lump in your bed which was you.

“You wanna tell me why you’re upset?”

“Uh uh.” you responded, still under your sheets.

“C’mon take that off your face I can barely hear you-” he said as he ripped the sheet away from your face. You sat up in annoyance, seeing that Bucky was now walking into your room to join in on the interrogation. You subconsciously rolled your eyes, not wanting anything to do with the two at the moment, but you knew they weren’t gonna leave you alone until they knew exactly what was up with you. Bucky walked to the side that Steve wasn’t on, but sat next to you on the bed as well.

“You okay doll?” Bucky asked with concerned look on his face.

“Guys, I’m fine. Just had a rough day is all...” you said as you looked down, fiddling with your fingers. They looked at each other in worriment. What you didn’t know was that they’d noticed your behavior over the last few weeks. It wasn’t hard to; you had gone from a happy go lucky teenager to a quiet mouse in a matter of a couple days. Steve took hold of your fidgety hands, wanting to cry at the sheer sight of how much they were shaking before he had grabbed them.

“No. You’re not fine. And that’s okay,” as he looked you straight in your big doe eyes, “but we need you to be honest with us, okay?” He had never looked so concerned before. You obviously knew what you were going through, but failed to recognize that they were probably petrified for you as well. For as long as you could remember, Steve and Bucky were always there for you; whatever problem you had, they fixed; if you were troubled by something or another, they always cheered you up. It was probably eating them from the inside out, not knowing what was going on with you. You played with his hands a bit, looking at him and then Bucky before you started to explain.

“I... I hate myself.” you said as your voice already began to crack, tears threatening fall. The two looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, but let you continue without interruption. “Everything about me... I’m just so ugly!” you were crying now, not bothering to wipe your face off in front of the two. “I’m not as pretty as all the other girls. I’m a waste of space.” You’d been numb for so long that it actually felt good to cry.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t say something like that about yourself!” Bucky interrupted, a bit furious at the fact that you could even fathom such a thing about yourself, but keeping a calm tone with his voice nonetheless. He scooted closer to you, wiping your tears off with his bare hands as he swiped his hand off onto his shirt, not caring if it got dirty. “Y/n,” he said, pulling your face by your chin so you were looking at him, “you... are beautiful. Every single thing about you-”

“Even my freckles?” you interrupted quietly. He chuckled in pure adoration.

“Especially your freckles, sweet girl.” he affirmed. He was upset at the fact that you weren’t joking with that question... that you were genuinely asking, not even a smile grazing your lips. Steve, on the other hand was tearing up a bit. He was the more sensitive one of the two, for obvious reasons. “Do you understand what I’m saying? The way that you’ve been avoiding your meals and wearing our clothes all the time... it needs to stop.” You guiltily looked down once again, reflecting on how bad it actually was. This gave Steve a bit of time to collect himself as he took you into his lap, holding you how he did when you were much smaller, although you still fit in his arms just how you always had.

“Hey,” Steve said, looking down at you as you looked up at him, your nose a bright red from all the crying, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. I don’t know where you got that idea from, but that doesn’t matter now... what matters is that you are the most adorable girl on the planet, and you don’t need me or anyone else to tell you that. The way your nose twitches like a bunny when you’re nervous, how your tongue sticks out a little when your super concentrated, and your cute little laugh...” he said, following with a few pokes to your stomach, making you giggle for just a second, but it was enough to provoke him into a full blown tickle attack, cuing Bucky in to help him. Tickling you silly was always their sure fire way of cheering you up - in this case, lightening the mood as well - so you couldn’t say you were surprised. That isn’t to say you weren’t in agony whenever they did it.

“wahaHAHAHAIT GUHUHUHUYS!” you yelped, kicking your legs out as they moved from spot to spot, not even needing to hold you in place since you were already wedged between them.

“Steve, why’s she laughing so hard?”

“Yeah y/n what’s so funny over there?” Steve quipped.

“IT TIHIHICKLESSSSS!” you screamed in frustration, batting at their hands to no avail.

“Yeah it’s supposed to... duh.” Bucky teased, earning a few aggravated whines from you. The two had paused as if they could read each other’s minds; you were confused as to why they stopped so soon, but it wasn’t for no reason. They both had evil grins plastered on their faces, which told you that they weren’t done yet.

“Okay y/n...,” Steve started, his hands resting on your stomach, “do you want raspberries or-”

“NONONONONO PLEHEASE NO!”

“you didn’t let me finish! Or... do you want ribs?” Bucky snorted at the awful proposal, but went along with it regardless.

“Uhm... is neither an option?” you said hopefully.

“It’s either one or both...” Steve stated seriously, noticing your eyes widen at the ultimatum, almost breaking character at how your eyes began to dart between him and Bucky.

“Better hurry up y/n... time’s tickin’...” Bucky chimed as he pretended to tap a watch on his wrist.

“I’m not choosing!” you said, attempting to sound as angry as possible, but they saw right through you.

“Ladies and gentleman... we have a winner!” Bucky announced in a deep voice. “Miss y/n wins both raspberries and ribs!” Steve snickered at Bucky’s voice as he was amused by his performance, but looked back at you straight after.

“You ready?” he said all too softly as he menacingly hovered over you.

“Please dohohon’t!” you begged, nervous giggles pouring out of you.

“Sorry bug but you brought this upon yourself...” Steve shrugged as he spoke half-heartedly. You braced yourself as the two dug in, Steve taking care of the raspberries as Bucky shook his hands into your ribs. You shrieked so loud, they were surprised you hadn’t broken a sound barrier.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!” you screamed. They had figured you were pretty tired considering you’d just gotten home from school, so after a few more minutes of their fun, they decided to let up. You immediately curled up like a slinky as they stopped, wrapping your arms around your body to protect yourself from any more unexpected attacks.

“Oh relax... we’re done, I promise...” Steve laughed. “...as long as you start eating, correctly.”

“Cross my heart.” you vowed as Steve stood up, satisfied with your response. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, lifting up your curled form onto his lap this time, kissing the top of your head as he held you tightly. “I love you guys... and thanks for making me feel better.”

“Love you too lil sis...” Steve said as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, pinching it once before he went to leave the room.

“We love you more than anything, sweet girl.” Bucky said softly. It would take some time; gaining the courage to eat full meals and wearing your own clothes again, but you knew that with Bucky and Steve, you’d be just fine. You were upset that you hadn’t talked to them sooner, but it was better late than never. They were your rock, and you were their pride and joy, and you knew that they would rather die than allow you to feel so terribly about yourself. It might be sappy to say, but you would never change the relationship you had with them for the world; that was one thing you knew for sure.

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