#shush esme

[hellrobin]

so funny to me that damian is consistently included in dc pride. jon has a pride parade special? damian’s there. connor has ace pride art? damian’s there. tim and connor talk about coming out? damian magically arrives.

#dc if ur trying to convince us damian’s straight it’s not working #damian wayne #connor hawke #jon kent #dc #tim drake #batfam #supersons #damijon #damian al ghul #shush esme

[olivia-rodrighoe]

what a rollercoaster tonight has been

#ts #taylor❤️ #tay tay #the eras era #eras tour #the eras tour #taylor swift #shush esme #taylor swift memes #speak now

[skipper1331]

Baby // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

"My love" the blonde whispered as she hugged from behind, trailing soft kisses along your neck. You couldn‘t help but melt in her grasp, your skin tingling at each brush of her lips. "You‘re so beautiful" her hands rested flat on your growing stomach. Ever since you told Esme that you were pregnant, her sweet girl personality just turned sweeter. She was the happiest person, you were her wife and soon the mother of her child. Everything felt perfect, Esme treated you with so much respect and love, cared about you like no one else did.

"I missed you today" you whispered, your head falling against her shoulder as you softly swayed to the soft music in the background.

"I missed you too but I’m also a bit mad at you" she matched your voice level, still pressing featherlight kisses along your skin.

You stopped your movement, turning in her hold as you looked at her confused, "why?"

"My girl, I told you I’d go to the grocery store yet you did it by yourself" she stated.

"But you were at training and I had nothing to do" you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at her.

"you’re not supposed to carry heavy things" she smiled down at you, so much adoration in her eyes. She looked at you like you hung the moon.

Every day, she thanked the universe that she could call you her own.

"Baby!" you whined, "I can still do things in the household"

With her finger on your lips, she shushed you, "Firstly, you carry our baby, so don’t carry heavy stuff. And secondly, you help enough already by motivating me with your existence" she grinned, littering kisses all over your face, to which you responded with her favorite sound: giggles.

-

"Hello, here is your mama" the defender mumbled against your tummy, her thumbs drawing circles at your sides, "I love you very very much. And your mommy, I love her very much too" Esme looked at you, loving eyes already staring back at her. Your heart fluttered at each of her words, your skin tingled at each touch and your mind was consumed by the thoughts of Esme interacting with your baby. She’ll be a great mama. "I‘ll raise you as the biggest City fan. You will walk around with a little jersey and then you‘ll meet your aunties." the city player stated.

The answer came straightaway - a kick.

The blonde gasped loudly, sitting up, "That was an agreement!"

"No it wasn’t" you laughed, "he‘s going to be raised as a gunner"

Esme left your touch, immediately, her expression unreadable. You never saw that kind of a look in her eyes. She seemed shocked, happy, confused and- you couldn‘t tell. Did you say something wrong?

"It‘s going to be a boy?" she breathed out.

Shit! You didn‘t mean to ruin the surprise of the gender.

"Esme- I’m so sorry!" you tried explaining, your hands grabbing her own as you were about to cry, too many emotions filling your body.

"Hey, don’t cry. My love, don‘t cry" she was by your side in an instant, her arms around your body as you cried in her chest. The defender whispered sweet nothings into your ear while she tracing patterns on your skin, in a manner of calming you down.

As your tears stopped rolling you down your cheeks, you looked up, the lioness smiling at you with her own tears in the corner of her eyes, "it‘s going to be a boy."

nothing but pride shone through her eyes as her smile showed her happiness.

-

"What if he doesn‘t want to be a sky blue?" Esme asked as the two of you laid on the couch, the tall girl absentmindedly playing with your hair. "What if he wants to be a red devil? That would be the worst" she grumbled, continuing to ramble about the choice of club.

Chuckling into her chest, you couldn‘t help but admire her, she often told you about the things she wanted to show your baby boy and let you feel like the prettiest person alive by just looking about you. It was amusing that she was seriously concerned which club your little man would support. "You know I think red is the better colour"

"I know" the blonde groaned, hiding her face, "you‘re lucky I love you"

"I love you too"

Pulling her in for a sweet kiss, she smiled against your lips. Gently, her hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips dancing across your spine as you melted with one another. Kissing Esme will always be one of your favorite things to do.

"I love our boy even if he doesn‘t support City"

-

It was the 28th March when the two of you finally met your baby boy.

-

"Are you my favorite boy, yes you are" Esme smiled, your son in her arms as he looked at her with wide eyes, somehow a smile plastered on his face.

-

Esme loved being a mum, the same as you did. It fulfilled her heart with so much pride, love and passion.

"Look at your mommy, she‘s the most amazing person in the world" she held the boy who was looking everywhere but at your sleeping figure on the couch.

"I love her very much" she continued, "and she makes me so happy."

"I met her when I was 14, that‘s a little bit older than you are at the moment, my boy and I immediately fell in love with her"

-

"I‘m so sorry" a young Esme apologized over and over after she had bumped into you, your books and notes falling out of your hands. In a matter of seconds she was squatted down, picking up your stuff while you joined her, "i didn’t see you" she muttered, desperately trying to pick up each pen.

"It‘s okay"

As she went to grab the last pen, your mind had the same thought. Your hands touched for a brief of a second, the blonde looking up, her breath caught in her throat, "now, i see you" and you were absolutely breathtaking. Esme had never seen someone as pretty as you.

-

"9 years later, i still think the same. Your mommy is breathtaking" she smiled fondly as your son looked at Esme with big eyes.

"I asked her to be my girlfriend through a love letter. She made me felt like a poet, lovely words ran through my mind, your mommy running through my mind all day long, even at night."

-

The sun was setting, the sky beautiful with it colours as the two of you walked through the streets. Esme, the sweetheart she was, not accepting "I can walk home on my own, I’m old enough"

She walked beside you, your hands softly brushing against one another’s. You wanted to hold hers but you were too shy to take matters into your own hands, so you accepted the touch of brush.

Esme didn’t.

After the third brush, she just slipped her hand in yours, your heart racing at her gentle touch. "Is that okay?" she asked, not looking at you.

"Yes" you replied.

So while one of her hands held yours, the other one was hidden in her jacket, the love letter between her fingertips.

"Thank you for walking me home" you smiled, your hand not leaving hers, not yet.

"Always"

You looked at each other, soft smiles displayed on your faces, "um, this is for you" shyly and with red cheeks she pulled out the envelope, your name written in cursive on it.

You were about to open it as she stopped you, "don‘t. not now"

She looked vulnerable - you respected her wishes.

-

"I still remember what i wrote in that letter"

-

'My y/n,

As i sit down to write this letter, my heart, my body and mind is bursting with emotions.

Forgive me, if some sentences don’t make any sense - my mind is spinning, consumed by the thought of you.

I love the way you laugh, the sound of your giggles music to my ears.

I love the way you smile, how it reaches the corner of your eyes.

I love the way you talk, your voice expressive and gentle.

I wake up with the intention to make you smile and laugh.

I go to be with the hope that you follow me into my dreams - you do.

I dream about you at night, at day and about the future, our future.

The moment i laid my eyes on you, i knew that my heart would be yours - forever.

I respect you.

You make me feel happy, dizzy and relaxed - i feel safe with you.

Yet words will never be enough to describe the things you let me feel.

You are special.

I want you to be my girlfriend, so I’m asking you: do you love me the same way i love you?

-Esme:)‘

-

"Your mama was very romantic" the blonde chuckled, her index finger softly caressing along the boys cheek as his eyes fell shut every now and then. It didn‘t stop the City player - she continued talking.

She continued with the story, how she asked you to marry her and talked about your reaction, how she asked every important person in your life for their blessing, something you appreciated so much.

"One day, someone will love you the way i love your mommy" she whispered, your son fast asleep in her arms.

Pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, she laid him in his crib, admiring as her heart swelled with love. What she failed to realize was that you weren‘t sleeping anymore - that you were wide awake, listening to the things she told your baby boy.

Gently, you snuggled her arms around her waist, the girl frightened for a moment before she realized it was you. Her favorite girl on earth.

"You‘re still a hopeless romantic"

She turned in your hold, her own arms wrapping around your waist as yours changed their position.

"What else did you hear?" the defender asked, cheeks crimson red - you made her mind spin, knees weak and heart race, she felt shy and nervous. Even after years, you still had the same effect on her.

"Everything"

-

"Do you want to surprise your mama?" you asked the boy who babbled about something, happily accepting the fact that he was in your arms, small hands gripping your shirt.

Esme was at training, the boy and you at home while you got your son ready for her surprise. Yesterday, the surprise finally arrived and you couldn‘t be more excited to see her reaction. You bought a mini city jersey, the name Morgan displayed on the back with her number 14.

Your son looked absolutely adorable.

Excited, you waited patiently for her to return, occupying the boy with some simple things.

"My love, I’m home" she called after what felt like an eternity, "wow" she stopped in her tracks, the sky blue catching her eyes immediately. "What‘s this?" she asked confused.

"What does it look like?" you hand her the boy who clapped his hand as she eyed his outfit. Esme’s heart made jumps as she saw her baby boy with her jersey, "you‘re such a cute little boy" the mama stated happily as she caressed his cheeks.

"Where‘s yours, my love?" she asked, eyes on you as she took a step towards you to peck your lips.

"In the drawer" you looked at her, raising a brow, "do you want me to put it on?"

Enthusiastically she nodded, "pretty please"

5 minutes later, you walked in the living room your two favorite people seated on the couch. As soon as you entered the room, Esme’s eyes lit up, "you look beautiful" she breathed, the sky blue making her happy as the jersey hugged your body perfectly. You took a seat beside her, your head falling against her shoulder while one of her arms made its way around your waist. Your son was already asleep in her touch, the boy never one to stay awake for long if his mama held him.

"I know you‘re a gunner, my love, but seeing you in this shirt makes me so incredibly happy" she mumbled, "and our little boy also wearing one, I can‘t describe the things i‘m feeling."

"Even though I prefer red over blue, sky blue will always be my favorite" you smiled, leaning up to kiss her, softly.

Wrapped up in your own little lovely bubble, it caught you by surprise when your son‘s first left his mouth.

"mama"

#esme morgan #esme morgan x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #lionesses #engwnt x reader #engwnt #lionesses x reader #manchester city x reader #man city x reader #man city #man city women #manchester city women #manchester city

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

What’s That Van Halen Song?…

Summary- An opportunity for some extra college credit lands you tutoring a few students from Hawkins High, and it seems like one of them has a little more trouble than the rest.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23

(Tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 2.9k

You sighed sitting at your usual table in the library, waiting for the next student. Ever since you graduated and started your classes at the community college, you’ve found a little extra time to help out the other students at Hawkins High. It was always nice when you had the college tutors help you out with your classes and you figured it was best to keep up with the tradition. After all, with their help you were able to graduate.

You opened up one of your notebooks and started scribbling away, wanting to try and kill some time as you waited and waited. Usually you never had to wait this long for someone to show up. It was always maybe a 5, 10 minutes maximum wait, but there was only one student you knew always showed up late.

“Hey! Sorry I’m-“ Eddie said to you as he approached your table, not before being cut off by the librarian shushing him to keep his voice down, “Sorry i’m late.” He said quietly.

He pulled out the chair next to you and set a few notebooks and folders onto the table.

“It’s alright,” You gave him a smile, “were you able to get that last test back?”

Eddie nodded quickly and opened up the folder in front of him, flipping through the various papers that were stuffed into it. You watched as his fingers moved through the scattered quizzes and exercise sheets, and you even noticed a few doodles on them, little dragons and demons and swords. For someone the same age as you, it really seemed like he never grew out of the same things you saw from the freshmen you helped tutor. Still scribbling little doodles on his papers, still getting sidetracked and distracted when you were trying to teach him, he was just a big kid. As cute as it was, you knew something had to change if he wanted to graduate on time.

“Um… Alright, here it is-“ He finally found the test he had been searching for in his jam packed folder, “-and here’s a quiz we took beforehand.” He placed the two pieces of paper onto the table and you moved them closer to you to compare his work.

“Alright, so you got a 73% on the quiz, which is a lot better than last time! But you only got a 70% on this test Eds, did you look over it and figure out some things you did wrong?”

“Yeah,” He nodded and moved a bit closer to you, pulling the test towards him to show you his work, “I think for number 3 i just forgot to carry the 2? And for this one, number 7, i forgot which equation is used for this type of graph so i kind of just winged it…”

“Eddie…” You said to him in the same disappointed voice you’d heard nearly a million times beforehand from your own parents, “we spent the last few sessions studying for this test! I know you’re smarter than just a 70%. Did you ask if you can do anything to bring the grade up?”

“Yes! Mr. Jackson said that if i came back tomorrow with a full corrections sheet on the problems i missed then he’ll give me back half points for all of them.”

“That’s great! See, even he knows you’re smarter than a 70%.”

Eddie smiled to you. He hasn’t really gotten this kind of treatment from someone like you before. You were the same age and he didn’t feel any differently towards you than he did the other people his age. But you were different. You were someone who encouraged him to do his best, even when his best isn’t perfect. He had to admit he had a slight little schoolboy crush on you, but with you being so sweet to him how could he not?

You were smart, independent, someone who knew exactly what you wanted and that’s what he strived for. He wanted to be able to live his life the way you lived yours. Carefree.

The two of you had plenty of conversations that didn’t surround his classes, and from the few things he knew about you he knew you would be a pretty cool person. Hell, if you went to Hawkins with him he could’ve sworn he’d have done better just to be able to go off to college with you and not have to leave your friendship behind.

He liked you. And he was certain that if he knew a little more about you he may even love you.

“Eddie?” You asked him with a giggle, pulling him out of his trance.

“Hm? What?”

“I asked you to show me all the ones you got wrong so we can work on them.” You giggled again.

Situations like this weren’t uncommon with Eddie. Every time he lost his train of thought or get sidetracked you always figured he just had a difficult time paying attention, which is what led to his grades being how they were. But every time you caught him losing track of whatever it was you were saying he had the littlest twinkle in his eye when he was looking at you.

He moved his chair closer to you and flipped through the packet of papers to show you each question he had missed, and thankfully it was only a few.

“Alright, so i know that we’ve gone over a this stuff right before you took this test, i have a couple of things to look through from the other kids i tutor, do you think you can try to do your corrections without my help first?”

“I think i’ll be able to.”

“I think you will too,” You said to him with a smile, “do it yourself first, and when you’re finished i’ll look over it with you to see if you’re still struggling.���

Eddie nodded with a smile and took his papers back, opening up his notebook and turning to a blank page to start on his corrections. You opened up one of your folders and took out a few papers to look over as Eddie started fixing his work. Every now and then you’d glance over at Eddie to check on how things were going and he’d quickly adjust himself in his chair, turning his eyes back onto his paper and working on whatever problem he was stuck on.

You’d give him a little smile each time you looked up, and it was quite cute to see him get a bit flustered. For someone who looked like he did, it was a pleasant surprise for him to act this way.

When you first started tutoring him, you had to admit it was a little nerve wracking. He was older than any other high school student you’ve known, and thought it felt a little strange to be tutoring someone your own age, those feelings soon faded once you really sat and got to know him.

He was kind, passionate, he was someone who had been a lot nicer to you than some of your own peers at school. And you could see from helping him through his classes that he was smart. He had an amazing imagination and he excelled when it came to story building, and it showed in a few of his DnD campaigns he had told you about.

It was just math that he really struggled with.

When you glanced back over at him after looking through and editing another essay from one of the other students, you could see him staring off at the paper in front of him, making little doodles in the corner. He always had the worst attention span. You focused in on the little doodles he was doing in the corners of his paper and it seemed like the strangest thing for him to be drawing.

Hearts. Hearts of all different shapes and sizes, a few with arrows in them, a few big hearts filled with little ones. All of them surrounding one bigger heart, with something scribbled right there in the middle, but before you could get a good look at whatever he has scribbled in the center you went right back into tutor mode,

“Eddie.” You said to him in a stern tone, wii joy getting his attention as he looked over to you, his hand covering up his little doodles in the corner, “I thought you were doing your corrections?”

“I am! I’m just… taking a break.”

You looked over to his notes and saw that he had already worked through three of the questions he missed,

“Tell you what, you get five of those finished and we’ll take a break, ok? Just please try and focus on your work.”

“I will! I’m focusing, see,” He turned the page of his notebook and began working on another problem, “focused.”

You chuckled and went back to your work, looking over the other students papers as Eddie did his best to finish up the last two problems before your break. However, just as you put away one paper to grab the next, you could hear the eraser of Eddie’s pencil tapping onto the paper of his notebook.

You glanced over to him and saw him gently bobbing his head, his lips mouthing out a few words as his curls bounced back and forth, following the rhythm of the eraser against the paper. He had only one more problem to do, but his attention span was really affecting his work.

“Eddie.” You said to him again, stopping his motions as he looked to you once again, “We really have to fix that attention span of yours.” You said with a giggle, reaching over to grab his notebook to check his work, but he quickly snatched it back.

“Wait! I’m not finished yet, one more to go right?”

“Yeah, but if you’re gonna get distracted i can at least check what you have done so far. I’m sure you’re doing fine! Just let me look-“

“No.” He gripped it tightly in his hand.

“What do you mean no? I’m sure you did fine, just let me see.”

You reached your hand out for him to give you the notebook and he reluctantly handed it off to you, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at the desk as you flipped through the pages. You finally found the page with his corrections, the little hearts in the corner were a dead giveaway. It was when you saw what was scribbled in the middle of that big heart that you understood why Eddie was so reluctant to give you the notebook.

There, right in the middle of the heart in his notebook, were your initials. EM + (f/i)(l/i).

You looked over at him in his seat, not giving away any indication that you had spotted the initials, and saw the bright blush on his cheeks.

It was finally starting to click.

The way he had acted around you in the past, the way that he would hang on to every word you said as it left your lips. He had paid attention to every single thing you told him at every tutoring session, and even though he knew this stuff like the back of his hand, he was back every week. With you.

You smiled a bit and giggled to yourself, Eddie glanced over at you with a scared look in his eye. He was hoping it wasn’t him you were laughing at,

“What?”

You slowly closed the notebook and placed it onto the table between you, looking over to him with a smile on your lips,

“You never needed my help with your classes, did you?”

He got silent, his cheeks a bright red, knowing you had him all figured out. He gently shook his head as he looked back down at the table, too embarrassed to look up at you.

A little smile formed on your lips as you thought over all the past tutoring sessions you’d had with him. Each and every time you’d notice his little glances, the way he would pay such close attention to your voice and still have a hard time with his work, and no matter how long you had worked together to bring his grade up he always brought in something new he was struggling with. It all made so much sense, and you felt like an idiot for not being able to notice it before.

He had a crush on you.

He had a crush on his tutor.

You giggled, placing your hand over your lips to try and stifle it, not wanting to embarrass him any more than he already had been,

“I’m sorry, i don’t mean to laugh, i just…” Your mind kept wandering back to all the times you had heard Eddie humming and tapping along on his notebook, each and every time you had heard it, it was all the same melody. The same song. You knew exactly what it was, you just couldn’t put your finger on it,

“What’s that Van Halen song?”

He finally looked up to you, the corners of his lips curling into a gentle smile,

“Which one?”

“You know the one. The one you’ve been humming every time you come to see me?”

“Oh, yeah,” You finally got a laugh out of him, “Hot For Teacher?”

“Yes! That’s it, that’s the one!”

The librarian at the front desk looked over to the two of you and put her finger over her lips, signaling for you both to quiet down. You gave her a nod and a quick and quiet ‘Sorry’ before going back to Eddie,

“You must really like that song, hm?”

“Well…” Now he was getting bashful, “It’s not a favorite, but i always think of it whenever i come to see you.”

You smiled with one another, though Eddie was still unsure of your feelings towards him. You knew he liked you, and though it felt very strange to have one of your students have a crush on you, you knew it was innocent. Hell, if he wasn’t a student you’d go out with him in a heartbeat, but not now. Not like this.

“I think that’s sweet. But you didn’t have to have your grades suffer just to spend time with me, we could’ve always just hung out if you asked.”

He was taken back, eyes widening,

“Really? All i had to do was ask?”

You nod and giggle as he leans back in his chair,

“Well shit, if i knew that i wouldn’t have fucked my algebra grade up this bad.”

“How bad is it?” You asked him, though he gave you no answer, only looking back down at the table, “Eddie.” You said more sternly.

“…63% in the class.”

“Eddie!”

The librarian looked over at you two once more, this time her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She didn’t even have to say a word for you to quiet down.

“Eddie,” You whispered to him, “you’re so close to graduating, why would you mess your grade up that bad?”

“I don’t know, i just like being able to spend time with you.”

You sighed and smiled to him. Though it was always nice to be able to see him and spend time with him after school in the library, you knew he was so much smarter than this.

“I’ll tell you what, because i know you’re smart enough to get at least an 80% by yourself wirh these corrections and the next few assignments, how about we make a deal?”

He looked to you strangely,

“What kind of a deal?”

You smiled and tore a little piece out of his notebook, grabbing your pen and scribbling down your phone number on it,

“When you graduate, if you get higher than an 80% in this class, i’ll take you out on a date. Sound good?”

He perked up immediately, not expecting you to be so upfront. He nodded quickly, still not being able to say much. He was still a little embarrassed.

“Good. Here,” You handed him the little slip of paper, “if you actually need help with something, go ahead and call me. And make sure you let me know when you graduate ok?” You smiled to him as you saw the pink on his cheeks, he mouthed the number in his hand to himself as you stood up and started collecting your things.

“Wait, are you going?” He asked you as you placed your few notebooks and folders into your bag.

“Eddie, you and i both know you’re smart enough to get all those corrections done on your own.” You stood up from your chair and pushed it in as you slug your bag over your shoulder, “And remember, if you do need help, you have my number.”

He nodded again and straightened himself in his seat, opening up his notebook to the next blank page and starting his corrections once more. All he really needed was a push in the right direction, and he was glad you were the one to help him get there.

You gave each other a smile and a quiet wave as you made your walk out of the library, only to quickly turn back. You approached Eddie once more, pushing his bangs back and giving him a kiss onto his temple,

“You’re gonna do great. This is your year, remember?”

He looked up to you and you could see just how much that meant to him.

After all this time, after everything you’ve heard about him, after all the times you’ve had to get him back on track after getting distracted or showing him the same problem solving methods nearly a hundred times, you still didn’t give up on him. You made him want to work his hardest.

He wanted to finish this year, finally, all for you.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 19: they're vampires y/n!

A/n: sorry this is short and pretty late.

Table of contents

My door slammed opened the next morning, jolting awake. “huh?” I said trying to control my pounding heart.

“they're vampires y/n!” Bella said coming into my room panicked. I gave her a strange look not fully awake.

“who are are vampires?” I asked. Bella grabed my shoulders setting me up in my bed. She shook me a bit. “Edward and Emmett!”

my brain literally went, 'oh yeah... They are vampires' I chuckled “you just got that?”

Bella's eyes widened and she let go of me making me fall back in my bed. “you knew?!”

I set up on my elbows and smirked. “remind me nerve to tell you a secret”

Bella sighed and looked out the window just as Emmett's jeep rolled up. I claimed out of bed and threw some clothes on for school. I jogged down the stairs as Emmett walked into the house.

“Sherlock cracked the case” I mumbled. Emmett's golden eyes widened.

“I won't say anything” Bella said hiding behind me. I rolled my eyes and moved out of the way. “yeah, you can't you aren't even supposed to know” Emmett said.

“she's knows” Bella said pointing to me. “that's different” I said.

Not wanting to reveal anything, Emmett took my hand and we walked outside to his jeep. Emmett rolled his eyes as he turned on the engine and drove to school.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“your gonna get an ear full from Bella today” I said to Edward as we walked to Geometry. He shrugged not really bothered.

“Alice had a vision last night, so I'm not surprised” he said handing me a math text book from the back shelf in the classroom.

“what are you gonna tell her?” I asked setting down at the table. “I don't know” he sighed.

“she bought this book in Port Angeles and she stayed up all night doing research...she has a pretty good idea about you” I mumbled.

Edward rolled his eyes as he got out the homework we did a couple of days ago. “you don't have to tell her anything, ya know” I mumbled.

“I don't want to lie to her... Emmett didn't lie to you” Edward mumbled. “I'm a different story, I knew from the start”

“dose bella know about the whole wolf thing?” he asked quietly. I shook my head no. “Owen doesn't either... He knows the leadgens, but he doesn't believe them”

“ms. Swan and Mr. Cullen, please pay attention this will be on your test next week” Mr. Booth said interrupting our conversation. Not wanting to cause trouble we shut up and communicated by passing notes to each other the rest of the class.

At lunch Bella was determined to get to the bottom of what ever my boyfriends Family was hiding. Me and Emmett sat down at the Cullen's lunch table getting ready to play uno with Jasper and Damon. Damon was determined to beat Emmett at this game of chance. As Emmett was shuffling the cards Bella came up behind Edward.

“we need to talk” he sighed and followed her out of the cafeteria. “hope do don't get Murdered!” I shouted.

Bella told me to shush like I was talking to her. Edward turned around and gave me a slight smile. We started the game and about five rounds(Damon won none) he was just bewildered. He had about 20 cards in his hands and he slammed his head on the table.

“I don't understand” he wined. I laughed once I threw my last card down, winning that round.

“do you think he's gonna tell her?” Rosalie asked getting annoyed with the subject at had. I shrugged as I dealed out cards for the next round. “I don't know, if he doesn't she's just gonna figure it for herself... She might not have much of a personality but she's a lot smarter than people give her credit for” I said.

After I got my cards I shifted so I was leaning my back in Emmett's massive bicep and I propped my feat on Edward's empty chair.

“do you want to come to the house this weekend?” Alice asked. I thought for a moment, making sure I didn't have anything going on. “Sure, Owen might have to tag along though... He doesn't like being left alone”

“that's perfect, Esme wants to meet him anyway” Alice smiled. I nodded as I placed a +4 card, making Jasper draw some cards.

Once it was Alice's turn she didn't do anything. She zoned out having a vision. “What did you see Alice?” Jasper asked setting his cards down.

“Bella knows... He told her everything” Alice said. Rosalie slammed her cards down making them slide acrossed the table. “everything?!”

“just what we are... Carlisle changing Esme and him... That's about it” Alice mumbled. “she asked about You and Emmett, but he said it was your job to explain” she said looking at me.

I sighed. “I don't even know what to tell her... Far as she's concerned I'm human” I said as I collected Rosalie's cards and handed them back.

“Edward is gonna want to bring her home... We should do something nice” Stefan suggest. Rosalie quickly shook her head at her brother-in-law. “absolutely not, let's not help her get attached”

“we could cook for her I guess... That's a normal human thing to do for people” Damon said. “ow” he suddenly growled and looked at Rosalie.

“don't encourage your brother” she said sternly.

“anyway... you want to study for our English test tonight?” I asked Emmett. He looked at me and smirked as he probably was thinking of something along the lines of not studying.

“at your place? Is your uncle gonna be home?” he asked cheekily. I shoved him playfully. “no, but Owen will be”

“shucks... But yeah we could study” he then flashed me another suggestive smirk. “I'm a great study buddy”

“keep it PG... We don't need any little Emmetts running around” Jasper joked.

Emmett snorted and chuckled. “like that would ever happen”

Even if it was a joke I now relized me and Emmett couldn't start a family of our own. Sure we could adopt, but I couldn’t have a child that was purely our creation. I thought about a little boy or girl with his smile and dimples. I questioned if the kid would be tall like Emmett or short like me, would the kid phase like me or be strong like Emmett.

I was thankful the Rosalie was the only one who noticed my sudden mood change. She gave me a soft smile and placed her hand on top of my free one, she gave it a comforting squees before the Bell rang.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“did I upset you at lunch today?” Emmett asked as he pulled out his English book from his bag. I turned away from my book shelf and gave him a confused look.

“what do you mean?” he sighed and put a pencil inside his text book so he wouldn't lose his place. “when Jasper said we didn't need any little mes running around... I said like that would ever happen... You looked upset and I didn't want to ask infront of everyone” Emmett explained.

I shrugged and took my spot next to him on my bed. “I hadn't really thought about kids honestly... I mean would love to be a mom”

Emmett looked down with remorse. I've seen him happy, exited, pissed, but I have yet to see any sadness in those golden eyes. “I'm sorry...”

I quickly shook my head and placed my hand on the side of his jaw. “don't be sorry” I turned his head so our eyes could meet.

“maybe in the future... When we're ready we could adopt or something... You don't have to be sorry about anything, I have you and that's all that matters”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly, he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?”

I chuckled softly and nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you Em”

“I love you too” he smiled as he pulled me to his chest. After a moment of silence I slipped out of his arms and grabed his text book.

“okay, studding” I said getting comfortable between his legs and rested my back to his chest. He chuckled. “I honestly thought you were joking”

“unlike you I actually have to study and graduate” I joked. “I can just give you the awnsers, I've seen it all” he said closing the book.

I opened it back up. “that's cheating” I said opening it back up. “well your stuck with me the rest of eternity, so that means many centuries of more school so I doesn't matter” he said closing the text book yet again.

I sighed and threw my head back on his shoulder. “your not gonna let me study, are you?”

Me leaned down and kissed my forehead. “maybe later���

I playfully rolled my eyes and closed the book, so I could give him the attention he so desperately wanted.

#Emmett cullen x reader #Emmett cullen imagines #emmett cullen story #Emmett cullen #Twilight story #Charlie swan x reader #Bella swan x reader #Edward cullen x reader #Carlisle cullen x reader #Esme cullen x reader #Rosalie Hale x reader #Damon Salvatore x reader #Alice cullen x reader #Jasper Hale x reader #Wolf pack x reader

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For your Day Needing Distraction requests, wanna do a scene that's just Carlisle and Esme but set during the saga somewhere?

thank you so much for the prompt @jessicanjpa, sorry this took a lil bit!

Esme tries to appease Carlisle's worries about Edward's new relationship with a story about their own. on ao3 here.

Carlisle fed another log to the crackling fire. Edward had banished his ‘parents’ to Carlisle’s study while Isabella Swan was getting a tour of the family home for the first time, something about not terrifying her too much on the first encounter. 

“It never turns off does it?” Esme asked from her place on the loveseat behind him. 

He furrowed his brow, gaze still focused on the flames. “Do I dare ask for more context?” 

“That little brain of yours,” she sighed. His brain being referred to as little made him look over his shoulder at her. “Whatever in there that makes you constantly picture our gory firey deaths and has convinced you God will never let you be happy.” 

He chuckled lightly, standing and walking slightly slower than a human to the couch. “My father deserves some credit for that.” 

“You’re deflecting,” she rolled her eyes as he lifted her feet off the cushion and took a seat, letting her legs rest across his lap. 

“I was not blessed with your optimism, my love.” 

“Faith is a choice,” she parroted words he had told her decades earlier. 

“Alice saw it. She saw him ki —” 

“Alice wears fishnet tights and paints her eyes like a raccoon. Truly I have no idea why any of us trust her judgement.” 

He gasped theatrically, lightly squeezing her calf. “Did I not hear you just yesterday tell her you admired her makeup?” 

“I said I admired her bravery to experiment. There is a difference.” 

“I see,” he nodded absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the fire. Our gory firey deaths. 

She leaned forward and poked at the crease between his eyebrows. “You’re still worrying. Do you not trust Edward.” 

“I love Edward,” he said instinctively. 

“I don’t believe that’s what I asked.” 

“I…” he took a deep breath, weighing the words in his mind. Thousands of thoughts and yet unable to find the way to begin to voice them. She placed her thumb and index on his chin and softly turned his head to look at her. “I believe he can manage it. But you know how he is. He gets over-confident and stubborn, and people get hurt, and he gets hurt.” 

She smiled. “Who does that remind me of?” 

“I’m not stub— ” he stopped himself before he could deny her claim and in turn prove it. 

She blew air out of her nose. “Did you ever worry about us, when we first started courting?” 

“Always” 

“Me too.” 

“You did?” He frowned, again. 

“Till the moment Edward dragged me down the aisle.” 

“Dragged?” 

“He never told you the story?” 

“There’s a story?”  

“Do you remember our wedding day?” 

He laughed. He remembered every single moment they had spent together in perfect detail, but even without the eidetic memory, he would remember their wedding day. “Vaguely.” 

“You remember how I was late?” 

“For the first and last time in your life, yes.” It had been a source of many quips over the years. 

“That may have been because I completely panicked. I believe I ran as far as Colorado when Edward caught up.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Shush,” she grinned, amused by what had to of been horror on his face, slinging her arms loosely around his neck. “My mind had been racing for hours, imagining every horrible scenario that could happen once we were married. Poor Edward had been listening to this for hours. When Edward finally stopped me he said... 

—— 

“You’re right,” Edward yelled, from the other side of the river, still gauging how he was going to cross. 

Esme dug her heels into the ground, coming to an abrupt halt. “Pardon?” 

“Carlisle could become a monster. You’re right. Marriage may be the worst choice you ever make. You are absolutely correct.” 

“This is not helpful, Edward,” she huffed. 

“I can not promise things won’t go horribly wrong, they could. But… I can promise that if things go right you two will be incredibly happy.” 

“I do not gamble.” 

“Esme, you two deserve happiness more than anyone I know.” 

“We’re the only people you know,” she attempted a smile that failed to reach her eyes. 

“If you truly want to leave, I will personally ensure you never have to worry about a cent, I can make sure Carlisle never contacts you again. But I need to know with absolute certainty you are not throwing away something that could be wonderful simply because you’re frightened.” 

Esme sighed as she sat down clumsily on the river bank. She chewed at the corner of her lip. The rushing water was the only sound made for minutes. 

“What time does your pocket watch say?” Esme finally asked. 

“Ten after eleven.” 

She stood, brushing dirt off her ratty house dress. “I’ll have to get ready quickly, but we can still make it.” 

“Are you positive?” 

“More than I ever have been.” 

—— 

“You left?” Carlisle exclaimed, eyebrows nearly in his hairline. 

“I came back!” 

“Mere hours before our wedding you were halfway across the country,” he muttered. He was no longer looking at her, back to the fire, gory firey death in the form of a lonely groom at the altar. The spiral began. 

“Look at that, you’ve stopped worrying about Edward,” she laughed. 

“No, no, now I’m only worried about our entire marriage.” 

“Carlisle,” she placed her hands on either side of his face, “I love you more than life itself. I am not asking you to be an optimist. I am not asking you to even be positive. I’m asking you to let him have a chance at something wonderful.”  

He closed his eyes in resignation, or at least she thought it was resignation. “Colorado, that’s over a thousand miles.” 

“You’re impossible,” she laughed. 

#sorry this took a lil bit i started something in breaking dawn timeline got 2k deep and changed course #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #my stories

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Part 17: Not Yours

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: John says something regarding Lucy’s relationship with Charlie that cuts deeply.

Word Count: 3,428 

Notes: I wrote this for @call-sign-shark’s 1k followers celebration. Congratulations, Shark! I decided to participate in the angel themed option, and I picked the dialogue prompt: "Don't listen to them" from this list. As usual you can read this as a standalone fic without reading the preceding parts if you prefer. There are some spoilers for previous parts, so if you want to go into the fics preceding this one totally blind, I suggest reading those first, but it’s by no means required to understand what’s going on here. All you need to know is that it takes place sometime between seasons 2 and 3, and that Tommy, Lucy, and Grace are in an established polyamorous relationship. Warnings for depictions of angst, polyamory, infertility, some irresponsible behavior when taking care of a baby (the baby is fine, though, don’t worry!), and insecurity.  

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She rushed down the hall, shoes clattering against the hardwood floor, bursting through the doors to the drawing room, following the high wails that were steadily increasing in volume. 

“Charlie!?”

The baby was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the room, his face contorted with terror as he cried his little heart out. Swooping into the room, she scooped him up, cradling the back of his head when she pulled his tiny body into her chest. He immediately nuzzled into her neck, still crying even as he clung to her.

“Sweet boy, sweet boy. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she swayed them both gently from side to side. “Shush…it’s okay,” satisfied that he was safe once he started to settle, she looked around the room, brows furrowing.

John and Esme had come by to let their kids run off some of their energy by playing on the expansive grounds around Arrow House. She could hear their hoots and hollers filtering in through the window. Tommy had to go down to his office in Small Heath for something, and Grace was in London doing some wedding shopping. Lucy had some things she needed to get done, and had taken up John and Esme on their offer to babysit Charlie while she worked in her office. She thought it would be fine; they had about a thousand children so it wasn’t like she was worried they would drop the baby on his head or anything. Besides, it was only for an hour at most. 

And yet, looking around the room where she’d left them with Charlie, there was no John or Esme to be found. Her eyes narrowed. What the fuck? Didn’t they know better than to leave a baby alone like this? The least they could have done was put him in his crib in the nursery so he couldn’t get into trouble.  

Charlie’s cries had mostly subdued, resting his head on her shoulder with his chubby little arms still clinging to her.

“Where’d your aunt and uncle go, Charlie?” she asked, truly baffled. But steadily replacing that bafflement was a deep fury. What the fuck was wrong with them?

Still carrying Charlie, she began to walk towards the upstairs, adjusting the weight of him in her arms. 

“I know, sweetie,” she said when he sniffled into her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with them.”

A pit of guilt had opened up inside her. She should have known better than to trust them. 

It was just as she was rounding the corner to take Charlie back to the nursery that the door to one of the guest rooms flew open, John and Esme staggering out, giggling and readjusting their clothes. 

When they caught sight of her they froze, expressions turning sheepish. For a long moment, the three of them just stared at each other. 

“He was crying,” Lucy said finally.

“Shit,” John wiped a hand down his face, stifling a laugh. “Sorry. We didn’t hear.”

“Cleary,” she knew that she would be better served to just bite her tongue and tell Tommy about what happened later and let him deal with it, but she was too angry. “You should have said if it was such an inconvenience to watch him. I could have just put him in his bassinet in my office.”

“It’s no inconvenience–”

“No?” she raised an eyebrow. John rolled his eyes.

“Look, the kid fell asleep. Esme and I haven’t had a moment alone in fuck knows how long. We figured we’d just step away for a few moments while he slept and everything would be fine–”

Poor Charlie. He must have woken up laying on that blanket in the big drawing room all by himself and gotten scared. Lucy tightened her arms around him protectively. 

“Well then you should have called a maid or the nanny to come watch him. You can’t just leave a baby alone like that! He could have gotten hurt!”

“Oh, come on, Luce, he can barely even crawl yet, he would’ve been fine–” John started.

“We know a hell of a lot more about raising kids than you,” Esme ground out. Lucy felt her hackles raise at the underlying meaning.

“Excuse me?”

Esme opened her mouth, but John interjected before she could say anymore. 

“Look,” he pinched his brow. “Fine. It was a mistake, and we’re sorry,” he gave Esme a little nudge. “Aren’t we, Esme?”

“Mm,” was all she said, still glaring at Lucy. 

“But he’s fine,” John gestured to where Charlie was settled comfortably in Lucy’s arms. “No harm done. So…”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “So…?” she quoted back, though she had a pretty good idea of what John was going to ask of her next. 

He sighed. “So, if you could just maybe not mention any of this to Tommy…”

Lucy cocked her head. “I think that Tommy has a right to know what happens in his own household, don’t you? Especially if it has to do with his child.”

John’s face twitched. He’d always had a short fuse. But at least Lucy was fairly confident he wouldn’t try anything too rash so long as she had the baby in her arms. 

“Would it kill you to not be a fucking snitch, just once in your life!?” he snapped. “You act all shocked and hurt that none of us can fucking stand you, but have never stopped to consider that maybe it’s because we know everything we do or say around you gets back to him?”

“I do my job, John. Just like you do yours.”

Esme scoffed. “His little spy. Even amongst his own family members,” she hissed a curse in Shelta and spat at her feet. Shaking her head, Lucy shouldered past them. She wasn’t going to stand around and listen to this. 

“I’m not going to lie to Tommy when he asks me how things went today just so you two can avoid a scolding.” she said over her shoulder.

“Why do you even care so much!?” John exploded, shouting at her as she continued to walk down the hallway. “He’s not even your kid!”

Lucy froze, shoes skidding to a stop against the soft rug. She was glad that her back was turned, so John couldn’t see her face when the words punched a hole in her heart. 

Swallowing hard and carefully schooling her features into an expression that hopefully hid just how heartbroken the statement had left her, she turned around, taking a few steps back towards them.

“Get out of my house.”

John and Esme both looked momentarily taken aback by the dark tone in her voice.

“It’s not your house,” John tried to argue.

“Oh, okay. Let’s wait for Tommy or Grace to come home and see how they feel about that sentiment.”

Their jaws clenched, but they both seemed to recognize that was not a fight they particularly wanted to engage in; especially considering they were in enough trouble already. John wiped at his nose, then took Esme’s hand.

“Come on, Esme,” he led her with booming steps towards the stairs. Lucy watched them until they had disappeared out of sight, squeezing Charlie a little tighter to her. The moment they were gone, she felt her features crumple slightly, breaths shaky as she turned back around to head towards the nursery. As if sensing she was distressed, Charlie pulled back from where he’d been resting his head on her shoulder to look at her. 

“I’m okay, honey,” she said, shouldering open the door to the nursery. Instead of taking him to the crib, she sat down in the rocking chair with him in her lap. Charlie craned his head up to look at her curiously, the chair shifting back and forth as she rocked them mindlessly. Breaths still shuttering in her chest with the effort it was taking her not to cry, Lucy smoothed down Charlie’s hair with her palm, kissing the top of his head.

She loved Charlie with all her heart. And Tommy and Grace had made herculean efforts to ensure she never felt left out in raising him, always insisting that Charlie was just as much hers as he was theirs. 

They’d made even more of an effort on emphasizing that fact ever since she’d finally admitted to them her secret regarding her inability to have her own biological children. 

But despite their efforts, fear still weighed heavily inside her chest. Fear of what would happen when Charlie got old enough to begin asking questions about the nature of her relationship with his parents. And that, maybe, even after he knew the truth, he wouldn’t understand. He could even come to the conclusion that he didn’t want his parents being with her at all. 

They hadn’t really decided how much they were going to tell him when he got older. Of course there was the concern that when he was young he might not fully understand the importance of discretion in the whole arrangement. But the idea of him not knowing, and growing up thinking that either of his parents were being unfaithful to each other with her, and inevitably resenting her for it, made her want to cry. 

“Da!” Charlie squawked.

“I know,” she stroked his soft hair. “Daddy’ll be home soon,” she soothed.

Charlie cuddled back against her chest, yawning a little. Lucy sighed, stroking his back. 

“I hope you’ll still love me this much when you’re older, kiddo,” she whispered. 

“He’s not even your kid!” John’s voice echoed in her head, and her bottom lip trembled.

It always stung to be reminded that outside of Tommy and Grace, no one would ever really see her as Charlie’s parent. While most of the family knew about the arrangement between her, Grace, and Tommy, many of them did not approve of or even accept it. And she knew that quite a few of them also viewed her extensive involvement in Charlie’s upbringing as her pushing herself into a position where she didn’t belong.   

God, the possibility that Charlie himself might someday feel that same way…

A shuddering sound left her lips, breaths stuttering as she tried hard not to cry. Suddenly unable to sit still, she picked Charlie back up and stood, going to the window.  

She had never thought of Charlie as anything other than her baby. 

And given what the doctors had told her, he–and any other children Tommy and Grace might have–was the only baby she would ever have.  

That was alright. She’d mostly made peace with that fact, small bouts of sadness or insecurity aside, and she loved Charlie so much; he would always be enough for her. 

He’s not even your kid.

But the idea, that nagging, insistent feeling, that someday Charlie might say something to the exact same effect to her, was more than enough to break her heart.  

Hot tears finally slid down her cheeks, a small sob spasming in her chest. Charlie, staring up at her, reached up, patting at her wet face clumsily with one of his tiny hands. 

“Mama,” he said.

“Mama will be back soon, too, sweetie,” her voice was heavy with tears. 

“Mama!” he insisted, patting her face again.  

Lucy looked down at him in puzzlement, lips parting when she finally understood. “Oh, no, honey…I’m not your mama.”

“Mama,” Charlie said once more, stubbornly, and she sighed. He really was his father’s child. 

“It’s just ‘Lucy,’ baby,” she tried to explain. She didn’t really have an official title for him to call her by. Any form of ‘mother’ just felt like it would confuse the poor boy, but she wasn’t particularly fond of variations like ‘Aunt Lucy’ either. She had come more or less to the conclusion that she would just be ‘Lucy’ to him almost without even realizing it.

“Mama!” Charlie’s hand tried to again pat at her damp cheek, though it was more like he was gently smacking her with it thanks to his lack of coordination. She sputtered out a sound that was half a laugh, slightly tipping her face away from him after he almost poked her in the eye. 

Adjusting him so he was propped up on her hip, she leaned her head against the top of his, closing her eyes while swaying them back and forth. A moment later, Charlie put his little arms on each of her shoulders in what could only be considered a hug, and she nearly burst into another round of tears over how heartwarming it was.

Sometimes she swore that the kid understood far more of what was actually going on with the adults around him than they thought.  

She didn’t think she stood there for very long, though she couldn’t be entirely sure, before she heard the creak of shoes on the floorboards behind her.

“There you are,” Tommy said, striding across the room before she really had time to process that he was there, pecking a kiss to her lips and stroking a gentle hand over Charlie’s head. He frowned when he pulled back and got a good look at her face. Her eyes were probably still red from crying. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, um…”

“Da!” Charlie interrupted her, clearly ecstatic to see his father, pulling both of their attentions to him. 

“You wanna go to your Daddy, Charlie?” Lucy asked. “Give my arms a break before they get too sore? You’re getting heavy, kiddo.”

Tommy chuckled, taking Charlie from her with a grin, holding the baby close to him with Charlie’s head tucked securely on his shoulder. Once he was situated, he turned back to Lucy, eyebrow raised questioningly. She shook her head.

“I’m fine.”

The look in his eyes said that he didn’t believe her. “I noticed John, Esme, and the kids are gone,” he prompted. 

“Yeah, I, um,” she cleared her throat. “I kinda threw them out.”

“Why?” he tilted his head curiously. 

“Because they offered to watch Charlie while the kids were playing outside so I could get some work done. And then I heard him crying later while I was in my office and I found him lying on a blanket in the drawing room wailing by himself.”

Tommy’s brows pulled together. “They just left him alone?”

“Apparently he fell asleep, and they thought it would be acceptable to go fuck in one of the spare rooms,” she reached out to stroke Charlie’s back. “He’s okay,” retracting her hand, she ran it through her tangled curls. “I shouldn’t have left him alone with them.”

“John and Esme know better than that,” Tommy growled, and from the far-off, calculating look in his eyes, she could tell that both his brother and sister-in-law were in for a proper scolding the next time he saw them. His gaze snapped back to her. “What else happened?”

She shook her head. “That’s it.”

One arm hooked securely around Charlie, he reached out the other to cup her cheek, thumb stroking the slightly puffy skin under one of her eyes.

“You’ve been crying.”

“I’m okay.”

His eyes narrowed, immediately closing in on what must have happened. “What did John say?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Tommy…”

He gave her a stern look and she sighed, breaking eye contact with him to instead adjust the collar on Charlie’s shirt. “Just some shit about Charlie not really being my kid.”

Tommy was quiet for a long moment. “What?” he finally said, voice a low, dangerous growl. When she looked back up it was to find that his eyes had hardened, jaw tensing. 

“Yeah, um,” she coughed. And then, because she figured if she was already going to do the equivalent of throwing John into a pit with an angry wolf, she might as well tell the entire story, she added, “he also tried to say that this wasn’t my house…”

“I’m gonna kill him,” the absolute seriousness with which it was said had a weak smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Tommy shook his head, turning his furious eyes towards the window like he could somehow beam his anger and disappointment at John just by staring in the general direction of his house. “Fucking John…” he hissed under his breath.

“Yeah,” wrapping her arms around herself, she looked down at the floor. Tommy’s head snapped around to her.

“Hey,” adjusting Charlie in his arms, he reached out and cupped her face again, tilting her head up and resting his forehead against hers. “He’s wrong, eh? John’s an idiot; don’t listen to a word he says.”

Lucy let out a small laugh, a hand coming to rest on Tommy’s chest. “It’s what they’re all thinking, though,” she peered up at him, lip caught between her teeth.

Tommy shook his head. “Don’t listen to them,” his nose brushed against hers. “They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about,” he whispered huskily, and Lucy shivered, letting him crowd in closer to her, mouth brushing over hers sensually. “You’re his mother,” he said after he pulled back. “Both me and Grace say so.”

Charlie made a squealing noise, reaching his little fists for Lucy’s hair. Tommy chuckled.

“See? Charlie does too.” 

Lucy sniffled, nodding and letting him draw her into the circle of his arm, so that he was holding both her and his son to his chest. 

“We love you,” Tommy said into her hair.

“Love you too,” she mumbled. Charlie tried to grab her hair again, catching a fistful of it.

“No tugging, son,” Tommy spoke gently, carefully untangling the curls from Charlie’s fingers before he could begin yanking on it. “Lucy doesn’t like that.”

Charlie pouted, but relented, yawning and resting his head on his father’s chest. 

“I’ll talk to John,” Tommy told her. 

“You gonna yell at him?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She tried not to smile at the idea and thoroughly failed. He never had once failed to defend her to his family whenever they stepped out of line. She couldn’t begin to tell him just how much that meant to her. “Thanks.”

He pecked her forehead “Of course.”

The door opened with a soft creak, approaching heels clicking on the floor. “Why, hello you three,” Grace smiled brightly when she took in the sight of her two lovers and her baby embracing. She whisked forward to give both Lucy and Tommy quick greeting pecks on the lips before kissing Charlie on the cheek. He made a happy cooing noise at the presence of his mother before snuggling closer to Tommy. 

“I think he’s about ready to go down,” Tommy commented, hoisting the baby a little more firmly up on his shoulder.

“Can I take him?” Lucy asked suddenly. Tommy shot her a look, smile pulling at his lips. 

“Sure,” he handed Charlie over to her with zero hesitation, the baby, already half asleep, nestled his head in the crook of her neck with no complaint, heavy in her arms. Grace pulled her eyes away from Charlie to look at her, brows furrowing. 

“Did something happen?” she asked. 

“John’s been being an ass,” Tommy said, wrapping an arm around Grace’s shoulders and kissing the top of her head. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

“How was the shopping?” Lucy asked, wanting desperately to change the conversation, though she could already tell from the look on Grace’s face that she would be wanting more details later. 

“Oh, very successful. I got the order in for those centerpieces we agreed on.”

“That’s good,” Lucy nodded, carrying Charlie over to the crib. “I love you,” she whispered into the baby’s ear. He cooed softly when she cradled him carefully as she put him down. 

“Mary said dinner is almost ready; we should head down,” Grace said, her and Tommy moving to join Lucy at the crib, the three of them crowded together around it. She kissed Lucy’s temple. “And then you can tell me all about what exactly John did.” 

“Okay,” Lucy breathed out, still staring down into the crib, where Charlie was looking up at her sleepily. Most of the inhabitants of Small Heath, and even many of the Shelbys, had always looked at her like she was a demon. Some monster that had crawled out of the bowels of hell to terrorize them all. But Charlie looked up at her not just with the unquestioning love that a baby had for its parents, but with complete and absolute trust. Like she was his guardian angel. 

She hoped, probably in vain, that he would always look at her like that.

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[multifandominfj]

A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Four: The Morning After

Like usual, Kara was the first one up. Since becoming Editor and Chief for Cat, she was constantly editing, re-formatting and tweaking articles so they could fit in the upcoming issue. Not wanting to wake Lena, she forewent making her cup of coffee, and got right to work.

Lucky for her, she had a genius, scientist girlfriend who was ridiculously good at picking up on what she needed.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Lena walks in with her bedhead that magically looked great, and her flannel PJs. “Your usual?”

“Please.” Kara grinned, quickly glancing up with a smile. “Wanted to squeeze in some light work before Esme, Alex and Kelly come over.”

“It still feels surreal that they chose me to be her Godmother.” She finished pouring the coffee, and began to work on their breakfast.

“I think you’re the perfect choice. And thinking back on how far your friendship with Alex has come…there’s no one better to protect her than you.” Kara grinned.

“You’re literally bulletproof.” Lena chuckled.

“Not the point…” Kara couldn’t help but laugh. “Alex went from not trusting you because of your last name, to putting all of her cards on the table; asking you to be the guardian of her daughter should something happen to her and Kelly.”

“It was a bit of a shock to hear that from the both of them.” Two plates in hand, she heads to the table. “But it was a good shock. And since getting to know Alex, that was one thing I always wanted, was her trust; to let her know she could count on me.”

“And you’ve proved yourself time and time again, Lena. Now, you have the family you've always wanted.” Kara assures as she takes a bite. “Mhmmm, my compliments to the chef,”

“Now you’re just fluffing my ego.” Lena retorted with her signature eyebrow raise.

“Ding Dong!” Alex pokes her head through the door. “Hope we’re not interrupting?”

“Not at all, come in.” Kara closes her laptop. “There she is!”

“Aunt Kara!” Esme runs directly to her, and climbs up on her lap. “I saw your interview with that Cat lady. We all, did.”

“Yeah? And what did you think?” She asked with an heir of curiosity.

“I thought it was so cool, and very brave. I think you’re going to help even more people now.” Esme proudly declares.

“Now I can officially start my day.” Kara gives Esme a warm chuckle accompanied with a hug. “You want to help me with my article? I sure could use some insight from the smartest person on Earth.” She smirked with a wink.

“Took you long enough to ask.” Esme smiled; for her age, her sarcasm was on par with Alex and Lena’s.

“Follow me.” Laptop in one hand, Esme’s hand in her other, she heads over to the couch and they get started.

“Those two are really attached at the hip, aren’t they?” Lena chuckled, chatting with Alex and Kelly in the kitchen.

“You should’ve seen Esme the night the interview aired. The second Kara appeared, she leaped off the couch to sit right in front of the tv.” Kelly grinned.

“She even shushed us.” Alex adds. “But in all honesty, I was so happy watching Kara finally finding herself. She’s been struggling with finding balance, and that night, she found it. And I’m even happier that Esme has someone to look up to, like Kara, to show her she doesn’t have to be separate things at different times. She can be whoever she wants.”

“Speaking of that interview, when I was watching it…Andrea was with me.” Lena revealed hesitantly.

“Talk about a plot twist.” Alex sets her mug of coffee down, ready to receive the story.

“How’d she take it?” Kelly tacks on.

“Surprisingly well. She also agreed glasses were a bad disguise. But she also looked back on all of the times she has mistreated Kara, and I think she may actually be turning over a new leaf.” Lena gives a shrug that could be read as both doubtful and hopeful.

“That’s good at least. I know Kara tried really hard to get Andrea on her side. Hopefully their reconciliation goes okay.” Alex agreed.

“Hey, Sorry to interrupt. Cat just called. I have to go in to give her what I have. Please, hang out as long as you three are able to stay.” With a swoosh of her coat, she also grabbed her bag. “And I will see you later for date night.” Kara had no problem with giving Lena a big smooch in front of Alex, Kelly and Esme.

Lena, rendered speechless, simply blushes.

“Bye guys!” Kara waves shutting the door

“I knew there was something.” Alex smirked. “I could tell there was some sort of magnetic pull the day we got Kara back.

“When did you two become…” Kelly began to ask.

“Official? At the wedding. But an interruption kinda ruined the moment. So, last night I started to tell her how I felt, and Kara being Kara…she knew. And she felt the same way.”

“Does that mean you and Aunt Kara are girlfriends now?” Esme asked. “Because it’s about time. The way she talks about you, it’s like a real life Disney movie.”

“And as you can see, Esme is your biggest supporter.” Kelly let’s out a belly laugh.

Lena’s blush didn’t go away. Not only was is that “in love glow”, there was something else she wasn’t saying.

“Lena, I know that look. What are you hiding?” Alex analyzed her body language.

Ta-Da! Chapter 4 has arrived! Tell me what you think.

#supercorp endgame #supergirl cw #supercorp #supergirl #katie mcgrath #lena luthor #melissa benoist #kara danvers #kara x lena #fanfiction #fanfic #future writers in the writers room #author in the making #queer writers #my otp #they own my heart #power couple

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 20.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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You felt refreshed as you and Jacob made it back to your house. You were ready to help Bella in any way you needed, careful not to push too hard. Bella was holding a cup of blood when you and Jake walked in.

“Bella,” Rosalie started. “Why don’t you tell Jacob and (Y/N) what you’ve decided.”

You and Jake looked at each other and then back at your family confused.

“Rose is trying to talk Bella out of her baby names,” Edward said, amused at the whole situation.

“Well, if it’s a boy. I was thinking of EJ for Edward Jacob.”

“Damn, that was gonna be mine one day. Oh well, you’re the one having a baby first.” You shrugged not thinking much of it.

Edward looked shocked and happy, “You were gonna name your kid after me?”

“Well not anymore, we’ll name him after Jasper now.” You laughed watching the smile on Ed’s face drop.

“Okay, EJ’s not so bad,” Rose conceded. “Why don’t you tell them the girl’s name.”

“I was toying around with our moms’ names, Renee and Esme, so… Renesmee.”

“Renesmee…” Jacob repeated slowly.

“Too weird?” Bella looked at the two of you. You couldn’t say anything, it was certainly different.

“No, it’s beautiful and unique. I like it.” Edward swooped in and saved you.

Bella smiled knowing Edward liked the name and picked up the cup of blood behind her. She took one small sip before the cup accidentally fell out of her hand and landed on the floor, bright red staining the carpet. Bella started to bend down and pick it up when her back cracked.

You went wide-eyed in panic but still made your way to her as she fell to her knees. You could hear the cracking as you took away her pain. Alice called for Carlisle as Edward scooped up Bella. You struggled to keep up with your brother’s fast pace as you tried to keep a hand on Bella at all times.

This was possibly the worst timing ever with Carlisle still on duty at the hospital. Alice came into his office with the phone still in her hand.

“Carlisle says the placenta must have detached. He’s trying to come as fast as he can.”

“There’s no time, we’re gonna have to do it.” Rose reached for the scalpel to give Bella a C-Section.

“Get him out now!” Bella yelled.

You were doing your best to dull everything but the baby was stronger than you thought. Rosalie started the C-Section but was quickly overwhelmed by the scent of blood. Alice rushed her out the room leaving you, Edward, and Jacob to help Bella.

“You’ve got to change her,” Jacob told Edward.

“It’s still in there, I’ve gotta get him out first.”

Edward went into panic mode, the scalpel wasn’t strong enough to get through the placenta. He resorted to using his teeth. Bella screamed briefly before everything in her went numb, you were using all the strength you could to keep her senses down.

“Focus on keeping your heart beating, Bella.” Jake was holding onto her arms.

Edward finally got the baby out. “It’s Renesmee.”

“Bella?”

Jacob noticed her body stop moving. He tried to perform CPR but it wasn’t doing anything. Edward handed Jacob the baby as he pulled out multiple needles. He stuck the first big one in Bella’s heart.

“What’s that?” Jacob asked as he tried to shush a crying Renesmee.

“My venom,” Edward answered.

He took the rest of the needles and began sticking Bella all over with them. He waited a beat but nothing happened. Edward started pressing on Bella’s heart trying to reactivate it. He started to bite Bella but still nothing.

You felt weak. You looked across Bella’s body to see the blurry image of your brother biting her. A second later you slumped to the floor.

“(Y/N)!” Jacob screamed, alerting Rosalie who came back into the room.

Rosalie took the baby from Jacob and he raced to pick you up from the floor. The pack could hear Jacob’s thoughts from miles away and were already at Billy’s house by the time he got there with you. They cleared off the couch for him to set you down on.

“What the hell happened?!” Paul asked angry, you had really grown to be a sister to him and anything that got you hurt got him pissed.

“Bella, she tried to help…” Jacob’s words came out in fragments but the pack could read his thoughts easily and get a full picture.

“She’s shivering like crazy.” Quil pointed out.

“Convulsions.” Jacob sat down and brought your body closer to his trying to keep you warm and as still as possible. Seth ran into Jacob’s room for some blankets.

“Why would she be convulsing?”

“When it comes to pain, I don’t think (Y/N) knows how to dull it. I think she absorbs it.”

“… and she just took all of Bella’s…” Leah put two and two together.

The wolves could hear your heartbeat, one a vampire shouldn’t even have, working triple duty to keep blood pumping through you. Jacob got the theory after watching the change you had after you drank some of his blood. Whatever you did to absorb pain ate away at the vampire side of your energy until only the human side created by the imprint was left. And it didn’t matter how supernatural you were, the human side could only take so much and you needed human blood to replenish and keep it going.

Carlisle and the others raced into Billy’s house without much thought. Carlisle was almost distraught at the sight of his youngest. The pack instantly cleared a path for him to rush over to you. Carlisle bent down and brushed your hair away from your face. He didn’t want to acknowledge the heartbeat of yours that he could hear pumping overtime.

“Can you do anything for her?” Jacob asked.  

“We just have to keep her alive until the pain subsides.”

“That pain killed Bella, what is it going to do to (Y/N)?”

“Bella’s alive, you can hear her heartbeat. It’s faint but it’s there.”

“What?”

“(Y/N) took it away. Dulled her senses so much it’s as if we pumped a gallon of morphine in her system. She should wake up fully after Edward’s venom turns her.”

Carlisle moved out of the way just quick enough to avoid you throwing up on him instead of the floor. It was all blood. Jacob grew worried, thinking about last time. He rubbed your back before you laid back down on him. He pulled up the blanket Seth brought out higher to cover you.

“Sorry, Mr. Black. I’ll clean that up,” you said feebly.

“Don’t even think about it,” Billy said.

Esme turned to him. “I think it’s best if she stays here with Jacob until she’s okay.”

“I agree.”

Each of the Cullens gave you a kiss on the forehead and a promise to come back tomorrow after dealing with Bella’s new vampire situation and every day after that until you got better. You shifted a bit more in Jacob’s arms. He was just grateful the shivering and shaking had stopped, it was a small sign you were recovering.

“You think she needs to… you know…” Embry made a biting motion.

“She wouldn’t do it again even if I begged her. She’ll choose to push through this on her own.” Jacob looked down at you.

“She’s strong, Jacob. A hell of a lot stronger than she seems. She’ll pull through.” Sam patted Jake on the shoulder.

(Part 21)...

#jacob black x reader #twilight fic

[stardustandtwilight]

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Christmas 2005

Emmett was forbidden from blasting Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” at midnight like he did every year but it was in vain; Sydney woke up hungry at that time anyway. Esme scooped her up from her crib with a wry smile. "Should've known you'd be up, baby girl." She'd been waking up like clockwork at this time. "Shhhh, don't cry, it's Christmas."

Sydney's cries quieted but she still made little disgruntled noises.

Emmett stuck his head out of his and Rosalie's room as Esme carried her down to the kitchen. "That’s not my fault. I was being quiet!”

Esme waved him off. "I know."

"Just saying for the record!"

In the kitchen, Carlisle was already getting a bottle ready. Formula this time. They were still experimenting with switching between blood and formula. Sydney seemed comfortable with both. Carlisle hoped that meant she could drink mostly formula instead of having to drink so much donated blood. He smiled at Esme and Sydney while checking that the formula wasn't too hot. If there was one strong preference Sydney displayed, it was that she preferred warm blood and formula over cold.

"You know, Santa won't come if you don't sleep, baby girl," he said in mock sternness to Sydney.

"Tell Daddy you can't help that you're hungry," Esme said. Then to Carlisle she added, "Are we doing the Santa thing?"

Carlisle shrugged, sheepish. "I don't know, it just seemed like one of those things modern parents say."

Upstairs, Emmett laughed loudly. Rosalie shushed him, but she was laughing too. Edward huffed in the way he did when he was holding back laughter. Thankfully, Alice and Jasper were out on a date for the night, but they were sure to hear about it when they got back.

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” Carlisle asked.

“Not a chance,” Esme said with a grin.

Sydney decided to cry again, evidently impatient with not being fed. Esme bounced her and said, “Okay, sweetheart, we hear you.”

They settled on the couch and Esme gave Sydney her bottle. The newborn drank with a single-minded focus, a tiny pucker between her blue eyes. It brought back shadowy, bittersweet memories of her son and how he made the same face when he nursed. What a gift to be able to care for a baby again.

If only that gift didn’t come with its own new grief.

Among the numerous gifts for Sydney under the tree (Alice couldn’t stop herself from going overboard with the baby clothes, especially shoes because “they’re too cute!”) were gifts for Sarah. Esme hadn’t been able to stand looking at them gathering dust in her office so she wrapped them all in a grief-stricken focus while she did the presents for the rest of the family. Nobody said anything about her putting them under the tree but now that it was Christmas she wondered why she bothered. Sarah would never take pictures on the new camera Esme had gotten her or play Super Mario Brothers 3 again on the NES that Emmett found on eBay or –

“Hey.” Carlisle touched Esme’s face, bringing her out of that train of thought. “What’s wrong?”

Esme sighed. “Sarah.”

It was all she had to say. Carlisle’s eyes were filled with understanding and with his own grief and guilt. Esme knew he did all he could to save her, but he was haunted by the reassurances he gave her that she would live, that she would be there to see Sydney grow. He had been sorely tempted to go back on the promise to not change Sarah, but he couldn’t live with himself if he broke that promise too.

Sydney distracted them for a moment by spitting out the bottle’s nipple with a grunt and Esme handed her over to Carlisle to burp.

“I don’t know what to do with her gifts. I’m kind of embarrassed that I wrapped them,” Esme admitted. 

Carlisle shook his head. “I don’t think you should be embarrassed.” 

“Sarah isn’t here to open them,” Esme said bitterly. She felt her throat close up and her eyes prick with phantom tears and she closed them. Her earlier words to Sydney came back to her - don’t cry, it’s Christmas.

“I know.” Carlisle’s voice was low and tired. For a moment, there was only the sound of him lightly patting Sydney’s back. “You got her a camera, right?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

“Well, you could always open it yourself. Use that camera to take pictures of Sydney growing up like she would have.” 

Esme considered it. The camera certainly wouldn’t go to waste that way and while the thought still brought on the ache over Sarah not being here to do it herself, it was better than letting the gift sit and collect dust again. “That’s a good idea.” 

Carlisle smiled crookedly. “I’ve been known to have them.” Esme only just refrained from rolling her eyes. 

Being done burping Sydney, Carlisle brought her back to the crook of his arm and kissed her forehead. Esme leaned in to kiss her head and inhaled her sweet scent. It didn’t make her throat burn like a normal human’s would and she savored it. Sydney’s tiny hand closed around Carlisle’s finger and her eyes fluttered closed, instantly asleep. Carlisle sighed, a rueful smile on his face.

“What is it?” Esme asked.

“I wish I could sleep like that.”

“Aww, does the old man need a nap?” Esme teased.

“It’s been three hundred sixty-five years since I last slept. Of course I do.” He nudged her with his foot. “Don’t you?”

“No.” Esme nudged him back. “It’s only been a hundred and ten years for me. I’m not tired.”

“I guess I’m the only one that needs a nap. Besides this little one. I wonder how long before we’ll hear her protesting that she’s not tired.” 

“Sooner than we think.” The changes in Sydney since her birth a month ago would be small to human eyes, but to vampire eyes they were significant. They were all so used to looking in each other’s unchanging faces. Esme already anticipated Sydney growing up too fast, a common parental complaint. 

“I suppose we should put her back to bed,” Carlisle said, sounding a bit regretful. 

Esme smiled and snuggled into his side. “No, I think we’re all comfortable right here.” 

In the morning, as the Cullens gathered to open their gifts, Esme opened her present for Sarah and the very first picture she took was of Emmett piling all the discarded bows onto a sleeping Sydney. 

#twilight #my fanfic #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #oc: sydney cullen #sorry alice no matter how cute those baby shoes are syd's always going to kick them off

[hellrobin]

pretty sure it’s a rule that if ur blonde and in the dc universe ur gay

#or bi pan etc #gay is umbrella term #but bffr. kara and cassie and cissie and steph. come on #dc #shush esme #kara danvers #cissie king jones #cissiecassie #cassie sandsmark #stephkara #stephanie brown #karacassie

[olivia-rodrighoe]

in five months i better be laughing about that one time we all thought taylor was dating matty healy

#taylor swift #taylor❤️ #shush esme #matt healy #matty healy #eras tour

[kimmiessimmies]

Autumn 07: Reunited (7/19)

She sighed and then chuckled nervously, “Well, in a way, it’s funny you’ve kissed Jill because I guess we both needed help from the Richardson siblings to get through this heartbreak.”

Dan’s eyes grew wide, and a smile appeared on his lips, “You’ve kissed Finn?” He asked. “That actually is funny!” “Well…” Sadie continued, “We did a little bit more than that. Okay, we did a LOT more than that.” “Did you sleep with him?!” Dan exclaimed. “Shhhh!” Sadie shushed and nodded. “Yes. Yes, we… umm… sort of… became friends with benefits, so to speak,” she said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. But Dan just chuckled and shook his head.

Sadie giggled nervously, “I’m glad you find this amusing, Dan.” Still smiling, Dan shook his head again, “I’m just flabbergasted, Sadie. This seems so out of character for you.” Sadie shrugged, “Yes, so I’ve been told.” “By whom?” Dan asked, now frowning. “I mean, do people know about this?” “Rachel. Esme.” Sadie replied. “I’ve told Rachel, and Esme figured it out and sort of forced me to admit it in her usual Esme-way.” She rolled her eyes. “Wow, Sadie,” Daniel said, chuckling, “You’re like a whole new person.”

Sadie gave him a sad look, “Worse?” She asked. Dan shook his head and grabbed her hand, “No, don’t worry, definitely not worse. It’s just a new dimension of you I never knew before.”

He smiled. “So, did this ‘friends with benefits’ situation last long?” Sadie carefully nodded without looking at Daniel. “How long?” He asked. “Up until last weekend…” Sadie whispered.

#Last weekend? #That might change things... #atoh #ts3 #the sims 3 #honeycomb valley #sims 3 #sims story #Sadie Stevens #Daniel Lloyd

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

hi! happy new year! first off, i love your interpretation of eddie so much, he always seems so much like himself in your fic to me, so i wanted to say how much i appreciate your attention to detail with his character, he has such a warmth that is hard to find translated in fic. secondly, my request: as a person with chronic illness and depression it can be very difficult to get myself to shower sometimes, so i was wondering if you could do something where eddie coaxes the reader into the shower, to help her feel more herself when it’s been a while? i don’t really want smut just like comfortable intimacy if that makes sense. hopefully this isn’t too specific, you can really make this into whatever will be fun for you, i haven’t read a fic of yours i didn’t love!

first of all, THANK YOU 🥰🥰🥰🥰 that’s so sweet of you to say! every time i write i fic i always try to put a lot of detail into his character when i write since i know he didn’t have as much screen time as the other main characters but with what we were given i really wanted to try and go deeper into that :) and i deal with something very similar to this! honestly i feel like Eddie would totally understand why it gets difficult to keep up with hygiene and things like that, and i know exactly how he would help when you get into moods like that 🥰

Care Package

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of depressed reader

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian

Words- 1.2k

Eddie knocked on the door to your bedroom, a little bag of goodies for you in his hand.

He had been talking to you regularly, that would never change, but it’s been a few days since he’d actually seen you and he knew exactly why.

He knew that sometimes there would be periods of time that would be harder for you than others, times where it was difficult for you to leave your room or keep up with things like showering, teeth brushing, even brushing your hair, and he never wanted you to feel bad about things like that.

It was just something he knew would happen every once in a while and he never wanted you to think that he thought things like that made you any less of the love of his life. He wanted to be there to help you, and that’s exactly what he planned on doing that day.

You opened your bedroom door and when you saw him, your tired eyes lit up and your lips curled into a smile, your arms wrapping around his torso into a tight hug,

“Eddie what are you doing here? I’m gross right now, i don’t want you to see me like this.”

“You shush, you’re not gross, if you were gross i wouldn’t want to kiss you like i do right now.” He leaned down and placed little kisses all over your face, making you giggle before he pressed his lips to yours.

You led him into your room and he shut the door behind him, setting his bag down on your bed next to you,

“What’s all that?” You asked him, taking a peek into the bag, but he quickly snatched it up to keep you from looking inside.

“It’s a surprise, so no peeking!” He set the bag next to his feet on the floor and sat next to you, grabbing your hairbrush from your nightstand as he moved to sit behind you, “Your hair has a few knots in it sweetheart, let me get these while you tell me about your day.”

He slowly and carefully ran the hairbrush through your hair, making sure to be gentle each time he came to a new knot or tangle as you told him about everything that had been going on in the last few days since he’d seen you.

How you were able to see your friends a few days ago and have some time to catch up with them, all the new movies you heard that were coming out next month that you were wanting to see, and you were wanting to be honest with him about everything so you told him that you were feeling a bit burnt out with everything that was going on and it was getting a bit difficult for you to remember to do some things in your daily routine. He sat behind you, brushed your hair, and listened to every little thing you had to say.

As obnoxious as he was in school, he was a damn good boyfriend.
He finished brushing through your hair and set the brush back down onto your nightstand, reaching over and grabbing the plastic bag and setting it next to him,

“Alright sweetheart, ready for your surprises?”

You nodded excitedly and turned to face him,

“What did you get?”

He reached into the bag,

“So i know you told me you were getting a little down lately, and it was getting harder to do the stuff in your routine, so i got you some new stuff that might make it more fun!” He pulled out a pack of mint gum and a red tube of toothpaste with a pack of two toothbrushes, “I saw this strawberry flavored toothpaste at the store and figured that might taste better than the normal minty stuff, and when you don’t have time to brush your teeth in the morning i got you some gum to keep in your purse! And i got you a new toothbrush too, and you can keep one here and i can put the other one in my bathroom at home so you’ve always got one there,” He set them down on your bed in front of you with a smile as you watched him reach back into the bag, “I also found a new scrubby for you in the shower, and i got you a new set of body stuff for the shower!” He handed them to you and you giggled as you took them.

It was a full set of body care, a wash, a scrub, a lotion for afterwards, and it was all in your favorite scent.

“And i looked all over for the body spray to match it, but they were all out, so i drove a little out of town and got you a full sized one instead of one of the little travel ones.”

He reached into the bag once more and pulled out the body spray to match the rest of the body care he had gotten you and searched around in the bag for a few more things,

“And i know that sometimes it’s hard for you to want to take a full shower so i got you a few packs of baby wipes. And i got you some snacks too!” You giggled at his excitement as he dumped the rest of the bag out onto your bed, picking up each thing to show you,

“I got you some gatorades in the color you like to make sure you stay hydrated, some of those cereal bars to eat when you forget breakfast in the morning, and i got you some of your favorite snacks! I know it’s not always great to eat nothing but snacks, but i would prefer you to eat junk than to not eat at all.”

Eddie’s generosity was enough to bring tears to your eyes. He had brought you little things every now and then but never a big care package like this, and you could tell that he was worried for you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in close to you for a hug,

“Thank you Eddie…”

He softly wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead,

“Of course sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me! I love you, and i just want to make sure that you’re always ok.”

He held you in his arms for a moment, slowly rubbing his hands over your back,

“And i was thinking maybe you and me can have a night to ourselves tonight? If you want i can help you test out that new scrubby and body wash in the shower?” You giggled and blushed a bit as he held you close, leaning up to kiss over his jawline,

“Maybe. To be honest baby, i’m not really in the mood to get frisky, but if you wanted maybe we can shower and then snuggle after? I’m still not feeling the best…”

Eddie smiled and stood up from your bed, picking you up into his arms,

“Of course sweetheart,” He reached down and picked up the new body care he had gotten you, along with the scrubby, and handed them to you, “and afterwards we can watch whatever movie you want, and i’ll order us some takeout.”

You smiled up at him and pressed your lips to his cheek sweetly as he brought you into the bathroom,

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #request

[cobiehill]

here are my hot takes on what the marvel girlies would think of twilight :)

wanda

- emo wanda LOVES twilight

- she definitely would’ve spent hours at a time reading the books maybe even annotating them

- she knows they’re bad but she doesn’t really care

- “team edward or team jacob?” “team rosalie.”

- as she’s gotten older she will still have to actively defend twilight if someone says it’s bad

- listens to the soundtrack regularly

natasha

- she says she cannot stand twilight

- “no please don’t make me watch that stupid film again- okay fine.”

- you’ll think she’s not paying attention to the film until people get chatty and she has to shush everyone

- huge baseball game enthusiast

- she cried the first time she watched breaking dawn part 2 and to this day, wanda is the only person who knows about it

carol

- carol actively doesn’t like twilight

- for someone who doesn’t care she has plenty of critiques (and rightly so)

- makes sure everyone is aware that catherine hardwicke was the best director

- if she’s in the room and the film is on she will loudly complain about any and every plot hole and why something is problematic

- she definitely has a crush on esme cullen

kate

- kate would be the biggest menace

- when she was younger she 100% had the posters and annuals etc

- always the person who suggests twilight at movie night

- you cannot convince me she didn’t have a phase of living on twilight tumblr

- dressed as bella for halloween one year and got increasingly frustrated when nobody knew who she was

yelena

- she didn’t grow up with twilight so she was introduced to it as an adult

- she didn’t understand why everyone was laughing at niche moments in the film (she thought it was genuinely really good)

- asks the wildest questions with a complete straight face.

- “if edward has no blood then how does his dick get hard”

- she just really loves victoria

#bored #the way NOBODY asked for this #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #kate bishop #yelena belova #marvel headcanons #wanda maximoff headcanons #natasha romanoff headcanons

[palmofafreezinghand]

“Carlisle,” Esme murmured, fingers running through his hair. He hummed in acknowledgment into her chest. “I love you but -” 

“Shh,” he tried to put a finger over her mouth but refused to lift his head so ended up shushing her forehead. 

“I was reading before we… and I’m not complaining because I much preferred you over reading but now that we’re done, I did, uhm, leave off at a critical plot point.” 

“Are you telling me to leave so you can get back to reading?” She could feel his frown against her chest. 

“No! No. I need you to get my book. I can’t reach.” 

She had been trying to reach the discarded mass market paperback without disturbing him for the past ten minutes, convinced she was Sisyphus it remained just two inches out of reach. 

He finally looked up at her. “If I give you the book we can stay like this?” 

“For as long as you want,” Esme smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He sighed but still leaned down and grabbed her book. 

He looked it over as he passed it to her, his eyebrow quirked at the cover. “A Quick Bite?” He questioned, that dumb boyish smirk she saw far not enough on his face at the what he would consider salacious cover. She refrained from pointing out that for someone who enjoyed making fun on her fondness of romance novels he sure did not complain when he reaped the benefits. 

“Shush,” she admonished, grabbing the book out of his hands with feigned annoyance. 

“I didn’t know you had such a type, Mrs. Cullen,” he laughed, resting his head back on her sternum, arms squeezing around her.

twilight advent calendar day 4: tell us/draw a couple's favorite way to snuggle. (prompts here).

#twilightadvent22 #really don't like this but whatever here we go #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #my art #my stories