#snowman x stitch

[sequinsmile-x]

Movie Night

Emily doesn't remember the last time they watched a film that wasn't their daughter's favourite, so Aaron hatches a plan.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is some nice family fluff for you all on this Friday evening <3 this all came from a conversation with @eobangingwhen, so I'm dedicating this to her.

I promise I will write something more than pure fluff very soon haha

Hope you all enjoy this, and as always let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: vague spoilers for Frozen and Star Wars VI I guess??

Words: 3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

There were moments when she found it hard to believe this was her life. 

It was strange to think that only six years ago she was in Paris, convinced she’d never feel safe again. That her penance for her actions which had led to a gravestone with her name carved into it was the loneliness she’d felt there. The fear she would have once believed would never fade a punishment from a God she wasn’t entirely sure she had ever believed in. She wished she could go back and talk to that version of herself, that she could assure her that life would get better than it ever had been before, that she’d end up with a family of her own. 

The idea of it always made her smile, because she knew even if it was possible she’d never believe herself anyway, especially when she would reveal her husband was Aaron. 

She’d had a crush on him for as long as she could remember, a flipping in her gut whenever he was near that had morphed into something more powerful as time went on. A feeling she knew was love the moment he was missing after Foyet had attacked him. Their timing had never been right, feelings she now knew he’d had for her growing at the same rate as hers that had to be ignored because of circumstance. For a long time, it felt like they’d never get a chance, so she’d convinced herself it would never happen. An attempt to protect herself from any more pain, sure that if she attempted something that wasn’t reciprocated would leave her with a brand on her heart more painful than the one Ian had left on her skin. 

It made her grateful for this, made the difficult moments of parenthood and marriage easier to swallow when she reminded herself she could have missed out on him, on them. Her life a quilt made of ordinary moments, memories stitched together and laid over her like a comfort blanket that she relied on in her worst moments, when her monsters snuck out of the shadows and convinced her she would somehow lose all of this. 

She smiles as her daughter presses herself in the small space between her and Aaron, the three-year-old insistent on being as close to them as possible at all times. Alice smiles at them both as she rests her head on Aaron’s arm, sinking into his embrace when he wraps his arm around her, his hand coming to rest on his wife’s thigh. He smiles at Emily and winks before he looks at their son, Elliot, curled up on his mother’s chest, his hand tangled in her hair as he tries to fight off sleep. The 18-month-old always wanted to be involved in everything, his focus always on his older siblings, and very often Emily and Aaron had to hoist him up into their arms, lifting him off his feet so he didn’t follow them to the roundabout at the local park and get too involved with the bigger kids rougher games. 

“Mommy, can we watch Frozen?” Alice asks, her sweet voice drawing her attention to her and Emily has to suppress a sigh. 

Alice loved Frozen. She wanted to watch it all the time, the movie one of the few things that would hold her focus. They’d watched it so often that Emily was sure she could recite it word for word, her disdain for Olaf the snowman enough that she’d planned his death in more than one way. 

She never thought she’d loved Aaron more when she quietly admitted that to him one evening, shame dripping from every syllable as she told him just how much she hated their daughter’s favourite character, and his only response was to say he’d done the same thing. 

“Sweetie,” Emily says, taking one hand off of Elliot’s back and tucking some of Alice’s hair behind her ear, “Maybe Jack wants to pick the movie for once.”

Alice pouts a little, and frowns at her, but any comment from the little girl is cut off by Jack from Emily’s other side.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he says, smiling at her when she turns to look at him, “I don’t mind if we watch it again.” 

She reaches out and ruffles his hair, smiling when he dives out of the way, the pre-teen on the cusp of being constantly embarrassed by his parents. 

“Are you sure honey?” 

He nods, smiling as his little sister beams at him, and he shrugs as if it’s no big deal, “She loves it.” 

Aaron squeezes Alice closer to him. He looks back and forth between Jack who was sitting at the other end of the couch and then at his watch. Jack was endlessly patient with his younger siblings. He loved being a big brother and always went with the flow, but he could see the flash of horror going through his son's eyes as he thinks about spending another evening watching the animated movie. 

“How about we watch it now,” Aaron suggests, looking up at Jack, “And Jack can play his game whilst we do,” he smiles when his eldest smiles and nods, already walking over to the Nintendo Switch they’d bought him and turning it into handheld mode, “And then when you go to bed Mommy and I will watch something Jack wants to watch.” 

Alice nods enthusiastically and Aaron grabs the remote, well aware the Frozen DVD would already be in the player, and he starts the movie. Alice is enraptured for the start, her eyes fixed on the screen as she sings along.

“I don’t remember the last time we watched a movie that wasn’t made for children,” Aaron eventually says quietly so only Emily can hear, Alice too lost in the movie, as if it was the first time she’d ever seen it, and Jack in his handheld video game to hear their parent’s quiet discussion.

She hums and raises her eyebrow at him, running her fingers through Elliot’s hair, the toddler now fast asleep against her, “I don’t remember the last time we watched a movie that wasn’t Frozen.” 

He smiles at his wife and leans in to kiss her cheek, only to be immediately chastised by Alice, who turns to look at him, a glare Emily would say was all him on her face from where she’s sitting between them.

“Daddy - watch Frozen!” 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Emily says, winking at him over Alice’s head, a promise for later hiding in the action that makes his stomach swoop, just as enamoured with his wife as he was on their first date. “Watch the movie.” 

Time alone was rare these days, even rarer than it always had been and all of a sudden he found himself desperate to just spend time with his wife. To watch a movie that they picked and snuggle on the couch the same way they did when they were first dating and Jack had gone to bed. 

He watches the movie but doesn’t pay any attention, his focus instead on planning a date night as soon as possible. 

___

Emily sighs to herself as she shakes her head, unable to focus on the paperwork in front of her. It had been a rough night. Elliot had barely slept, his shift from two naps a day to one having an impact it hadn’t had with Alice. He’d been fussy all night, crying out for Mama even when Aaron went in to try to settle him. Eventually, he’d woken up Alice and she’d crawled into their bed and fell asleep in between them. 

She blinks blearily, massaging her fingers into her temples as she desperately tries to pay attention to her work, and she smothers a yawn. She smiles tightly at Spencer as they catch each other's gaze over the divider between their desks and then she looks back at the paperwork, determined to get at least some done today. 

“Emily, do you wanna-”

Later, she’d blame her exhaustion for how she replies to Specner, her brain automatically taking over her mouth because they’d yet again watched Frozen that morning, the movie on in the background to keep Alice and Elliot happy as she and Aaron desperately sucked down coffee and half-cold oatmeal.  

“Honey, Mommy really doesn’t have the energy to build a snowman right now.”

Her eyes go wide as soon as she says it, her brain finally catching up with her surroundings and she groans when the moment of shocked silence is filled with laughter, Derek’s the loudest. She covers her eyes with her hands and curses under her breath.

“I think somebody should go get Mommy a cup of coffee,” Derek says, and she looks up and narrows her eyes at him, her glare doing nothing to stop his smirk. 

“That’s actually what I was going to ask,” Spencer asks, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he stands up, “I’ll go get you one.” 

“Alice still obsessed with Frozen, huh?” JJ asks, turning to look at them and Emily nods, groaning again as she thinks about it. 

“It’s all she ever wants to watch. I never thought it was possible to hate an animated snowman as much as I do,” she narrows her eyes, “I’d melt the son of a bitch if I could.” 

JJ chuckles sympathetically, “For Henry it was Cars,” she says, shaking her head as she crosses her arms over her chest, “I actually once dreamt that I cut Lightening McQueen’s break line.” 

Emily laughs, any guilt she may have felt for disliking her daughter’s favourite movie as much as she did fading, “You have no idea how much better that makes me feel.” 

Derek clears his throat, his smile getting wider as he gets her attention, and he leans back in his chair, his hands on the back of his head, “So, Mommy what are your and Hotch’s evening plans?” 

She rolls her eyes and actively ignores the use of the moniker, “The usual.” 

Spencer walks back over and places the coffee down on her desk, smiling at her before he returns to his own desk. The smell of it alone is enough to reinvigorate her and she picks it up and immediately takes a sip.

“Thanks, Spence,” she says, smiling gratefully at him, “I appreciate it.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “No problem.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says, “We’ve got to be nice to our Momm-”

“Derek Morgan if you call me Mommy one more time I will make sure you never have kids of your own,” she says, cutting over him. She purposely holds her glare, suppressing her need to laugh, when his eyes go comically wide, clearly very aware that she’s serious. 

“Why are you threatening Morgan, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, and she looks up, smiling softly when she sees him standing on the walkway, leaning on the railing above their desks. 

She knows he’s tired too for two reasons. Firstly, because he used a nickname for her in the office, a tiny piece of their personal life slipping free, the sharp line between the two parts of their lives slowly getting blurrier. Secondly, he had an Elsa sticker on the lapel of his jacket.

It was something Alice frequently did. She would carefully select a sticker and place it diligently on his jacket, she did the same for Emily too, claiming it would protect them as they fought the bad guys. She knew that usually, Aaron would remove it the second he got to the office and shrugged off his coat. He would place it on a photo frame on his desk, the picture inside of it one of Emily and the kids, a collection of brightly coloured cartoon characters surrounding a photo of his family. A much needed contrast to the usual horror that crossed his desk in their case files, a reminder of all the good there was in the world. 

She had a similar collection too, although she placed her stickers on the inside of one of her drawers, safe and protected from any unsub that might be brought through the bullpen, not wanting to give them any access to something they might consider a weakness. 

She smiles at her husband and taps her own lapel, “Honey…” 

He looks down and clears his throat, pulling the sticker off of his jacket with more tenderness than his hands should be capable of. A smile flashes across his face that she knows he can’t control, and he nods briefly at them all.

“I’d better go put this away,” he says as he turns and walks back into his office. 

“You guys are so cute-”

She turns and looks sharply at her friend, “Derek, I swear to God.” 

The rest of the day drags by, minutes feeling like hours as her exhaustion slowly returns. When it’s time to go home she immediately jumps up, smiling at her husband as he exits his office exactly on time. He takes her bag from her the moment he makes it to her side, ignoring her playful eye roll. 

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” 

She hums, “God yes,” she says, checking her watch and hissing, knowing if they didn’t leave immediately they’d hit traffic. “We have to go get the kids.” 

“Actually,” he says, waving goodbye to the team as they step out through the glass doors and towards the elevators, “Jess went to get them. And right now they will all be very excited to have a sleepover at hers.” 

She smiles, narrowing her eyes at him as he reaches for her hand, linking their fingers together, “What are you up to Mr Hotchner?” 

He winks at her and squeezes her hand again, a silent promise pressed into her skin, “That’s for me to know and you to find out Mrs Hotchner.” 

___

He takes her home via their favourite pizza place, refusing to tell her anything else about his plans for the evening as they drive home. 

It’s only once they’ve eaten, talking softly over slices of pizza, the house so much quieter than usual it makes her ache a little, that he tells her they are going to watch a movie together just the two of them. They call the kids and talk to them over FaceTime to say goodnight, and Emily can’t help but smile at the sight of all three of them squished together as they fight to get their faces in the frame, each of them desperate to see their parents despite their excitement to be at Jessica’s. 

Once they are done speaking to the kids, she smiles widely at Aaron as he tells her to settle on the couch and that he’ll go get them some wine as he clears the pizza boxes, an instruction he signs off with a gentle kiss stamped against her lips. She chuckles when he brings in the wine. He’d served it in plastic Death Star shaped cups they’d got at DisneyWorld the year before. He waggles his brows at her as he hands her one and she laughs again, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips as he settles on the couch next to her. 

“I don’t need many guesses to know what film we’re watching,” she says, kissing him again before she pulls back to take a sip of her wine, “You thought of everything.” 

He shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if the gentle way he loves her wasn’t the thing that kept her afloat, and he places his cup of wine down on the table, “I just thought it’s been a while since we did this just the two of us.” 

She hums and nods, putting her wine down next to his before she snuggles into his side, sighing contently as his warmth immediately starts to leach into her. He reaches for the remote and starts the DVD player and she smiles when she sees the menu for A New Hope already on the screen, and she idly wonders when he got the chance to put the DVD in the player, a small part of her hopeful he’d somehow lost the Frozen one in the process. 

“Are you sure you want to watch Star Wars, honey?” She asks, tilting her head to look up at him. She rakes her fingers through his hair, love for him threatening to burst out of her chest, “We could watch something more grown up, who knows when we’ll next have the chance?” 

“It’s your favourite movie, Em,” he says simply, stamping his lips against her forehead as he presses play, “I wouldn’t want to watch anything else.” 

She shakes her head at him and kisses him, her hand on his cheek to hold him in place as she sighs into his mouth. When she pulls back she rubs her nose briefly against his, unable to stop her smile even if she wanted to, “I love you.” 

“I know,” he replies, his voice deadpan and she playfully glares at him. He laughs and leans in to kiss her again, “I love you too,” he says, kissing her once more before the scrolling text appears on the screen, “Now pay attention.” 

She chuckles and rests her head on his shoulder, content and relaxed as she snuggles further into him as he lays a blanket over their laps. She wraps both of her arms around one of his and hugs it, safe and happier than she ever thought possible as she sits next to her husband. Snuggled up on their couch in their home, watching a movie she probably knew by heart. It was achingly ordinary, and she would never stop being grateful that this was her life. 

He notices she’s quieter than she usually is when they watch this. She’d normally whisper lines half a second before the characters said them or tell him a fact about the behind the scenes, not embarrassed about her self-declared nerdiness around him, but she’s silent. He looks down and chuckles to himself when he sees her eyes drifting closed and he kisses her forehead, shifting her gently so her head is resting on a cushion in his lap. He runs his fingers through her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as he does so, and she hums contentedly. 

She’s asleep before Princess Leia is captured. 

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[trulybetty]

dec' x 28 - snowman

Prompt: snowman Pairing: sequins!joel x reader Word Count: 1,253 Warnings: domesticity, baby girl miller, really loose fit of the prompt, festive fluff. Summary: Joel Miller in an ugly Christmas sweater. AO3: Linked

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“You promised me,” Joel muttered, eyeing the sweater.

“I did,” you acknowledged with a knowing smile, remembering the promise you made to avoid matching outfits. 

“Then please explain why darlin’ I’m looking at some ridiculous sweatshirt?”

“But you didn’t make Sarah promise you.”

He groaned, a sound that was half-resigned, half-amused. “Do I have to wear it?”

You leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling them curve into a reluctant smile. “You know the answer to that,” you replied, pulling on your own matching sweater. You caught the brief look of disappointment on his face as he lost sight of you in your bra.

The sweater was admittedly garish, bright red with stitched snowmen and snowflakes, but as you all got dressed, even Joel couldn’t resist a smile. The baby looked adorable, snug in a miniature version of the sweater, alternating her tiny fists into her gummy mouth.

Much like the festivities in October, Sarah was championing another set of traditions for your small family and its new arrival. She’d been begging for a family Santa photo for weeks. You’d mentioned casually bringing the baby to the mall for a photo alongside Sarah. The words hadn’t finished leaving your lips before Sarah had exclaimed the words ‘matching christmas sweaters’.

Joel had put his foot down over dinner that night, remnants from Thanksgiving you’d hosted for your family in town for the holidays two days before. Though it hadn’t taken much time for Sarah to sweet talk him into her festive plan.  

“On one condition,” he said around a mouthful of leftover turkey, “you don’t go posting these everywhere,” he conceded with a wave of his fork.

Sarah had been practically buzzing with excitement and with no delay had started bombarding the two of you with ideas from her Pinterest board she’d curated, it’d actually been somewhat impressive. She’d even allowed Joel the choice of sweater from her shortlist, unbeknownst to him that she had fixed it for him to pick her favourite. It had needn’t of mattered, for Sara Joel would hang the moon if it made her smile.

Later that night, Sarah posted the picture to Instagram despite her promise to her father. She showed you the post with a caption that read, ‘First family Christmas with my baby sister! #MatchingSweaters #FamilyGoals.’

“Didn’t you promise not to post it?” you’d asked, despite already having pulled up a website to create a Christmas card from the very same image.

Sarah gave you a devilish grin that was unmistakably all Joel, “He’s got no clue how to use the internet,” you raised an eyebrow as she doubled over, laughing at her own joke, “He’ll never see this!”

It was later that evening, the baby sleeping soundly and Sara in her room FaceTiming with her mother, when you and Joel were sat in front of the TV watching some action movie you’d conceded on to avoid half of an hour of back and forth. 

You were absently scrolling through your phone when Joel’s phone on the coffee table started to buzz with notifications. Joel groaned as he leaned forward to pick up his phone when it didn’t fall silent after the first notification.

“I should just switch the damn thing off,” he grumbled as he reluctantly slipped on his glasses when he realized he couldn’t clearly read the text.

‘Joel! Saw the Christmas pic, nice sweater!’ the message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis.

Joel looked at the phone with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “How did they even find that picture?” he muttered, half to himself.

You leaned over, peering at the text. “Aww, they’re excited for you.”

A new text came in, this time from Tommy that was just simply a string of emojis. 

Joel shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face despite his attempt to look annoyed. “I don’t even know how I got into this chat. Or how to even get out of it.”

The teasing from the group chat continued a playful ribbing that was clearly grounded in affection. They were genuinely happy for him, for the life he had built with you, Sarah and the new baby. As the messages ran back and forth, poking fun at his sweater and the ‘adorable’ family picture, Joel couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and contentment.

You watched as his eyes softened while scrolling through the messages. “You secretly love it, don’t you?” you teased.

He looked up, the mock gruffness in his expression failing to mask the warmth in his eyes. “Maybe just a little,” he admitted. “But don’t tell Sarah,” a smirk on his lips. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

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[rockkal]

HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

B

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

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[midnight-stuck]

a new request blog! how novel!

there’s been a recent surplus of homestuck request blogs based around every which theme, which is exactly why i’m here. hi. hello.

this blog is particularly catered towards the intermission (and problem sleuth) fandom! as much as the trolls and humans have their moments, we’re here for the carapacians and leprechauns. seeing as stabdads and stuff are, in fact, a thing, there’s not going to be an outright ban on non-intermission (and problem sleuth) characters, but requests solely centered around them will be deleted!

requests featuring incest, pedophilia, and other gross stuff like that will be met with a block and report, so be normal. i’m watching you. 

humanstuck is allowed and encouraged, as are AUs! i’d prefer this blog to be centered more around various headcanons than just shipping, so asks featuring hcs will be prioritized.

otherwise, i’m crews- as in from @polycrews -and this is just another headcanon/ship blog :3

(inspired by blogs like @dyke-stuck, @faggot-stuck, @queer-quadrants, @shipstucks, @pocstuckzz, and others)

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HBCD enjoying a nice dinner

quote, “CROWBAR GAY”

dave and slick

WV, PM, and AR hangin out

bi snowman

droog x dadbert

HDNB

snowman and stitch chillin

butch MK

t4t4t WVPMAR

trans gay bear stitch

he/him bi woman droog

tgirl swag boxcars

humanstuck SS

just a simple HD

PM being badass

WVPMAR 2: electric boogaloo

DD06

HD and NB

silly lil clover doin a jig

agender deuce infodumpin to a transmasc boxcars

scratch, apathetic in regards to the felt taking a “major L”

humanstuck PS<3AD

t4t slickpaint

humanstuck PS and HD being besties

HD with her trans lesbian swag

HB, bear flavour

unlabelled WV with a chew toy

transmasc nonbiney slick

MSPA reader

demigender doze (sparkly dress included)

droog in the 3 am suit

voidboy doc scratch

transfem genderfluid fin

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#homestuck #homestuck intermission #request blog #due to general stress and a busy schedule i may not be very punctual with responding to asks; but i'll be doing my best!

[embroidery-pro]

Kimberbell Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1

Stitch Up the Seasons with Kimberbell's Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1!

Calling all embroidery enthusiasts and crafters with a love for cozy corners! If you're looking for a way to add a touch of seasonal charm to your home decor throughout the year, then look no further than Kimberbell's Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1 Machine Embroidery CD (KD507). This delightful collection offers a treasure trove of festive designs, making it the perfect companion for your embroidery machine. Unwrapping the Magic: What's Included? This CD-ROM is jam-packed with everything you need to create 11 adorable "in-the-hoop" mug rugs, each designed to fit a standard 5" x 7" embroidery hoop. Here's a breakdown of what you'll find inside: Eleven Embroidery Designs: Embark on a stitching adventure through the seasons with a diverse range of designs. From a jolly snowman for winter to a charming heart for Valentine's Day, there's a mug rug to celebrate every festive occasion. Multiple Embroidery Formats: No matter what embroidery machine you own, Kimberbell has you covered. The designs come in a wide range of formats, including ART, DST, EXP, HUS, JEF, PES, VIP, VP3, and XXX. Easy-to-Follow Instructions: Whether you're a seasoned embroidery pro or a curious beginner, Kimberbell's reputation for clear and concise instructions shines through. The CD includes step-by-step guides for each design, ensuring a smooth and successful stitching experience. Bonus SVG Files: For an extra layer of creative fun, the CD also includes SVG files compatible with popular electronic cutting machines. This allows you to create coordinating fabric elements to further personalize your mug rugs. A Mug Rug for Every Season: The true magic of Kimberbell's Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1 lies in the variety of designs it offers. Let's take a peek at some of the delightful mug rugs you can create: Winter Wonderland: Bundle up with a charming snowman mug rug, complete with a playful scarf and buttons. Springtime Symphony: Welcome the blooming season with a vibrant flower-themed mug rug, a perfect pop of color for your kitchen counter. Summertime Fun: Celebrate the sunny days with a whimsical butterfly or a refreshing watermelon design. Autumn Delights: Embrace the fall harvest with a mug rug featuring a plump pumpkin or a cluster of colorful leaves. Festive Cheer: Get ready for the holidays with a delightful Santa mug rug, a sparkly snowflake design, or a classic Christmas stocking. Beyond the Basics: Embellishing Your Mug Rugs While the embroidery designs themselves are undeniably charming, Kimberbell's mug rugs are a blank canvas for your creativity. Here are some ways to take your mug rugs to the next level: Fabric Selection: Play with different fabrics to match the season and your personal style. Use flannel for a cozy winter mug rug or opt for brighter cottons for spring and summer designs. Embellishments: Don't be afraid to add a touch of sparkle! Buttons, ribbons, beads, and even small pieces of felt can add a unique dimension to your mug rugs. Quilting: For added texture and stability, consider quilting your mug rugs after the embroidery is complete. Simple straight-line quilting or a more elaborate free-motion design can elevate your creations. Binding: Finish off your mug rugs with a beautiful binding that complements the fabric and design. Bias binding tape or a simple turned-and-stitched edge are popular options. The Perfect Gift for the Crafter in Your Life (or Yourself!) Kimberbell's Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1 Machine Embroidery CD makes a fantastic gift for any embroidery enthusiast. It's a thoughtful present that keeps on giving, offering endless possibilities for creative expression. But don't wait for a special occasion – treat yourself to this delightful collection and bring a touch of seasonal charm into your crafting space! Beyond the CD: Resources and Inspiration The Kimberbell brand is known for its vibrant online community. By joining their online forums or social media groups, you can connect with other crafters who are using the Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs designs. Share your creations, get troubleshooting tips, and discover even more inspiration for your mug rug projects. In Conclusion: Stitching Up Joy, One Mug Rug at a Time Kimberbell's Holiday & Seasonal Mug Rugs Vol. 1 Machine Embroidery CD is more than just a collection of designs – it's an invitation to celebrate the joy of embroidery and seasonal cheer. available here Read the full article

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[simplypandora]

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[hardcoreprocess]

@crushsprite​ asked: the inherent intimacy of taking someones measurements. kneeling in front of them for an inseam.

They're insufferable. The leprechauns, that is. Theoretically, she could forgive textured flesh and that absurdly green hue, but it's the principle of these things. The origin. The resemblance to that creature that must not be named. Swallowing her bile around their amphibious biology has gotten easier with time, but mostly? That improved opinion is a result of the competent ones.

One of them is currently bettering his standing now, from his knees. Stitch, she recalls, is the in-house tailor. With a brutal tongue and a perfectly steady hand, he’s useful. Professional. He knows how to arrange the folds of space-time, pleated in perfect ripples. Admirable. Even polite, where she's concerned. He's made a comment here or there about his courtesy being her right, gruffly calling her ma'am.

Naturally, she doesn’t say anything about this. Nor is she hurrying to correct him, state that ma’am is a fraction of the respect she’s owed. Snowman... doesn't dislike him. Froggish as he is.

When she comes to him with haughty demands, with the commanding diction of a queen (though her nation is long dead) and an armful of proposed outfits, he quickly complies. Though she is no artist herself, Stitch works tirelessly to realize the visions she expects. Even with a grumble, a complaint, a sneer at her scribbles. He obeys. Competent, clever creature.

And perhaps he enjoys kneeling in front of her to lay a tape measure against her inner thigh for the fifth time in a week, a little too much for a member of such a repulsive race. But the concentration lining the tailor's brow is attractive enough. Who's to say she doesn't enjoy the feeling of his textured skin on her carapace just in turn? No one will question how she stretches her ligaments slightly to make him readjust, or click deep in her thorax when his sigh comes out wet.

#homesmut #snowman x stitch #hcp the felt #hcp miss eight #hcp mister nine #domestiphilia #Endytophilia #partialism #naphephilia #dominance #writing process #answer process

[heartfairy]

Snowy Play Fight

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “Vi and you decide to have a lovely and fun afternoon in the fresh snow.”

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4,2k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: established relationship, playfulness, playfight in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, toothrotting fluff, lord of playful banter, reader gets a cold, Vi doting on her girlfriend, lots and lots of kisses, lots of cuddles.

⟶ A/N: a fluffy fic with no smut for once! I can’t believe… who am I???? anyways you remember when I said that the previous fic was a filler fic??? WELL as I was talking to @piltoversapphics we kinda started rambling about how we need more soft fluffy Vi fics in the snow… so this is also???? soft fic before the OVERFLOWING tooth rotting fluffy smut part you’ll get afterwards. I want to also thank @ma3mae for brainstorming and fantasising with me as well! and as always @syddsatyrn and @saenaoin 💘 I hope you enjoy this uwu

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“God, it’s so cold… thank god I’m wearing a warm jacket and my gloves…” you say as you try to keep your teeth from chattering, pulling your black fluffy beanie over your ears.

You’re both outside your apartment building, the streets and the roofs are covered in snow. When you opened the curtains of your bedroom this morning you squealed, so happy to see it's snowing. You always loved snow, it makes you feel like a little kid all over again. But as you step out in the streets you forgot to remember that you only like snow when you’re looking outside your window.

“And thank god for your fluffy beanie and scarf!” Vi adds while she smiles down at you.

She’s also wearing a beanie over her head, some of her side swept bangs sticking out of her grey beanie. A thick dark pink scarf is hanging around her neck, which almost matches her hair, the one you once gifted her on christmas. The rest of the clothes she’s wearing are a light grey hoodie underneath her signature jacket, dark blue jeans, her signature boots and last but not least, some fluffy gloves. She looks so cute it makes your cheeks blush.

You see her observe your form for a moment before holding out her hand for you to take.

You’re wearing a black beanie, some dark brown gloves and a scarf to match, a beige cable knit sweater, some brown jeans and your favourite pair of docs. On top of your outfit you’re wearing a long khaki green trench coat with some wool stitched inside.

You quickly take her hand and you lean your head against her upper arm as you walk through the snowy streets.

There’s children and young couples playing in the snow, and you can hear laughter all around the streets. Some of the children are even trying to make a small snowman. The atmosphere is very light and playful.

The cold wind is brushing against your face, a tingling feeling awakening, your cheeks and nose are becoming rosy from the cold. You look up at the grey clouded sky as snowflakes fall from the sky. You enjoy the warmth of Vi’s body temperature radiating off on you, and you nuzzle your face against her shoulder as you sigh happily.

“What’s up cupcake?” She says as she presses a soft kiss against your temple that’s covered by your beanie. You smile at the gesture, looking up at her.

“I love spending time with you, that’s all.” You say shyly and you feel her lean down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek making you blush instantly at the feeling.

“I do too,” She nibbles on your cheek, making you giggle and squirm away from her, both of her hands keeping your body close to hers as she continues to kiss you all over your face. Eventually she pulls away as her eyes glint playfully while she smiles down at you. “You have the most beautiful smile ever.”

“Aw Vi baby, thank—” you’re suddenly cut off by a loud excited scream.

“VIIIIIII!!! Y/N!!!” You don’t even have to turn around because you already recognise the voice and you’re met with Jinx running towards you both. You could see Ekko a bit further away shaking his head in amusement.

Jinx engulfs you both in a hug and you laugh softly as you both hug her back. She doesn’t let go for a while and then when she does you notice Ekko standing next to Jinx.

“I’m glad you finally got out of your apartment even if it’s probably just for one day!” She says teasingly. Your cheeks heat up at her comment.

“Now, Jinx—” You’re about to correct her when you hear Vi laugh.

“Powder, you know that’s not true.” She says as she ruffles the hair of her sister.

“Okay, okay whatever you say sis!” Jinx rolls her eyes playfully with a big smile on her face. You shake your head as a smile plays on your face before Vi and you greet Ekko. You’re both catching up, talking for a while before Ekko looks at you with a small grin on his face.

“So… are you guys here to play in the snow as well?” He questions with a teasing smile.

“Uh? I mean… We can if you want?” You say smiling back at him.

“You know,” Ekko says before walking backwards with his hands on his back. Jinx quickly catches on to what Ekko is doing and a mischievous smile spreads on her face. “I love that you said that, because… Now I can do this!” He says the last part a lot louder before he throws one snowball into your direction. Your eyes widen and you shriek trying to dodge the snowball coming into your direction but it still lands on the top of your head. Ekko yells triumphantly because he was able to hit you with his snowball and Jinx slaps her hands against her knees, laughing.

Your mouth hangs open shocked and you hear your pink haired girlfriend giggling next to you. You turn your head slowly into her direction while playfully narrowing your eyes at her. “What’s so funny?” You say as you cross your arms against your chest and give her a playful but serious look.

“Oh just that you got hit with a snow—” She can’t finish her sentence before she’s hit with a snowball herself, against her head. You cover your face trying to hide your silent giggles.

Vi moves her head quickly to see Ekko smirk while Jinx continues to laugh. “Alright, this is war!” Vi screams as she grabs your hand, running in the crunchy snow. The other two misfits’ eyes widen and they run away. All of you are laughing as you and Vi are trying to catch up to them.

The four of you play in the snow for a while, Ekko and Jinx making one team while Vi and you make the other team. You’re all on a large open field now, in some park, where other kids and young adults are also playing in the snow. Both teams tried to make a small snow fort, to protect yourselves from the opposite team.

Both of your heads peek above your fort, finding Jinx and Ekko’s heads also popping out of the fort. You aim and throw a snowball, ducking your head back behind your fort. You could hear Jinx giggles turn into a gasp, Vi’s eyes are still peeking out of your fort and turns to you giving you thumbs up before she’s also hit with a snowball. This goes on for a while until you feel like teasing Vi.

You’re gathering some snow in your hands, creating a small snowball, making it nice and round. You look up at Vi focusing on the other team not having a single clue of your little plan. You throw one at her face, it lands against her cheek and Violet gasps. “Hey!!” She yells and then looks in your direction.

You try to look away as you whistle playfully, then your eyes catch her mischievous ones. “What?” You question innocently, “What’s wrong?”

Vi shakes her head in amusement at your little act, “You sure you wanna challenge me?” She says her voice is full of playfulness.

“Yeah, Did you really expect me to not tease you? There’s plenty of snow for the team and you.” You taunt.

Before you know it, Vi is hovering over your body, her arms on either side of your head, trapping you underneath her. Vi’s face leans down, her lips close to yours, hovering over yours. Your eyes slide shut as you expect her to kiss you but after a while nothing happens and you reopen your eyes. She smiles cheekily down at you when you try to lift your face to kiss her and she keeps moving her face away from yours, making you whine. “That’s what you get for challenging me.”

“Come on… Vi—” You’re cut off as her lips kiss you by surprise, your body freezing. Your body eventually reacts and you kiss her back with so much passion. You feel her tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what she wants you open your mouth slightly for her. She slips her tongue past your parted lips and swirls it around yours. You’re both kissing like this for a while until you hear Jinx and Ekko yell for you two.

“Are y’all going at it again? In the snow?” Ekko says playfully, loud enough for you guys to hear.

You both sit up and Vi peeks her head out to yell back at them. “No, We aren’t!”

The four of you get back to playing in the snow, as laughter and giggles could be heard across the whole field.

——

“Oh my god, I’m glad we’re back home. It’s literally freezing outside.” You say as you enter the apartment.

“Strange right? How could there be snow, or how could it be freezing during winter?” Vi says, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“Ha , Ha , HA!” You reply teasingly while you’re removing your scarf and gloves. She chuckles before she takes off her beanie, shaking her head so that her hair is out of her eyes.

Once you’re out of your jacket you hang it on the peg, quickly unlacing the laces of your boots, removing them and placing them on a little shelf with some other shoes from Vi and you. Let’s be honest, most of the shoes are yours because Vi tends to always wear the same two pairs.

You drag yourself to the small laundry room, pulling your wet clothes off your body. Vi joins you and she leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple making you smile up at her while she winks at you as she removes her jeans.

You both get into the shower, taking a quick warm shower. Once you’re both dried off you both pull on your pyjamas.

You flop yourself on the couch, moaning at the feel of yourself sinking in the many pillows of the couch. “God, am I happy to sit down…” you sigh happily as you feel Violet sit close next to you. You lean your head against her shoulder and you lace your fingers with her hand that’s closest to yours.

Vi leans down to kiss your forehead, as you nuzzle against her. Your body is still shivering, because you can’t seem to get much warmer.

“I’m still cold,” you whisper as you try to not chatter your teeth too much.

Violet hums and she leans down to press a soft kiss to your neck. “I have some ways to warm you up.” She says mischievously against your neck.

You snort and give her a playful shove before you sneeze.

“Did someone catch a cold?” Vi smiles playfully.

“It’s just a sneeze I’m sure I’m fiiiiii—” you’re cut off by another sneeze and you quickly take a tissue out of the tissue box on the living room table in front of you. You blow into the tissue quickly and you groan because you know she’s most likely right.

You pout as you look up at her and Vi smiles down at you. “Guess I was right…” She says teasingly and you whine as she takes a large blanket and then wraps her arms around you while shuffling you both around the sofa. She lays down horizontally and pulls you down against her, your body easily slotting between her legs, your head on her chest. She places the fluffy beige blanket on top of you two as you snuggle against her.

Her fingers run through your hair, slowly and gentle. You nuzzle against her chest enjoying her touch. While the other hand is playing with your hair, her other arm is wrapped around your body, holding you close to her, cuddling with you. You feel your body slowly get warmer because of her body temperature and soft thick blanket.

You both cuddle each other in comfortable silence. You feel yourself slowly get lost in her embrace, slowly getting sleepy. Your eyes slowly slide shut as you feel her caress your head constantly. As you feel yourself slowly drift to sleep your nose starts to tickle and before you know it you bring your elbow to your face sneezing against it repeatedly. Groaning, you close your eyes again and lay your head back on her chest.

“Maybe we should get you to bed,” Vi says mostly to herself, and before you can protest you feel her swoop your body in her arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. She tucks you in on your side of your bed, the covers all the way up to your chin. One of her hands reaches up to your forehead, caressing it softly as she smiles. You whine when she pulls her hand away from you. “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod before she walks away from you, closing your eyes for a while as your head sinks in your pillow. A moment later you feel the bed dip and you open one of your eyes at the same time you hear a tiny meow. Your black kitten, Kiki, crawls all the way to you, stopping herself for a moment to stretch her limbs, then situates her little body next to yours.

You slip your arm out from under your covers to pet her small head, and she purrs immediately at your touch. Smiling as you caress her you hear Vi enter the bedroom. She sets down your favourite galaxy mug on your bedside table, suspecting it to be your favourite calming tea, before she leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple. Pulling away, she then makes her way to the other side of the bed sliding into bed with you. She moves up closer to your body, careful not to crush the tiny little furry ball between your bodies.

You move your body onto your side as you stare sleepily up at your gorgeous and sweet girlfriend. “Thank you…” you whisper as her hand comes up to cup your cheek, you lean against her touch as she caresses your skin.

“You know you don’t need to thank me baby, I’ll always take care of you. Just like you always take care of me.” She says softly and you could hear Kiki meow between your bodies. Vi’s hands move down to pick the black kitten and place her tiny body at the end of the bed. “That’s better.” She whispers petting the little kitten before bringing her body closer to yours, wrapping her arms instantly around you.

You nuzzle your head in her neck as she traces small circles with her hands down your spine. You feel yourself melt in her embrace, snuggling yourself closer to her. You always feel so at home and safe with her. “I love you so much Vi,” you whisper softly before you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

“I love you too, angel.” She whispers as she presses a feathery kiss against the crown of your head as she keeps caressing your body. Vi is home to you.

——

A while later, you stir from your sleep, you sit up slowly as you stretch out your arms above your head and shake your arms dramatically while yawning. As your eyes adjust to the light of the room, or lack of since it seems like it’s already the evening, you notice that Vi isn’t lying next to you anymore. Confused, you wonder where she could be. Once you’re out of bed you notice a nice smell of soup or sauce wafting from the kitchen.

Grabbing a blanket from the end of your bed you wrap it around you, then you realise you haven’t drank the tea that she made for you earlier yet, so you pick up your mug and drink the cold tea.

You smile as you make your way to the kitchen, holding your mug close to you. The apartment smells so nice, you’re curious what Vi is cooking for the both of you. Once you reach the kitchen you see that Vi has her back to you as she’s stirring what you suspect is some soup. Your eyes take in her back, admiring her tattoos, her arms and just the back of her body in general.

You feel your nose tickle, signaling that you’re about to sneeze. Vi turns around as she hears you sneezing, crossing her arms against her chest as she looks at you with amusement.

“I can’t believe you’re out of your bed already,” she says as she shakes her head disapprovingly.

“What? I wanted to help…” you whisper as you look down at your feet.

“You know I don’t need help, please let me do this for you.” She says before she strides towards you, her hands cupping your cheeks instantly and tilting your head towards her.

“But—” you pout.

“No buts! If you want you can sit on the couch but you need your rest.” She says seriously but her voice is still gentle. Her hands caress your cheeks before she leans down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, the right side of your face. Then she takes the mug out of your hands while smiling down at you.

“Okay…” you grumble as you drag yourself to the living room.

“Good, that’s what I love to hear!”

There’s no point in arguing with your girlfriend, you’re both too stubborn and you know deep down that she’s right. She just wants what’s best for you, and you know you’d say the same things to her. Once you reach the couch, you let yourself slump against the pillows horizontally, all wrapped in your blanket, looking like a little cocoon.

In one of the corners of the room, close to the couch, you see Kiki sleeping on one of the flowers of the pink flower cat tree. You smile as you observe her as she’s lying on her back all stretched out.

You hear a buzzing noise coming from the kitchen and you notice as you look in her direction, that Vi is mixing the soup. You smile knowing that she always remembers that you have some food aversions.

As you close your eyes for a while, your thoughts drift away to an even more domestic life with Vi. You can’t help but think about what the future might hold for the two of you. Thinking about how you could call her your wife someday…

“Baby?” You hear her voice softly.

You open your eyes and move your head to the side, seeing her sitting on the living room table while holding two bowls of soup. You smile as you sit up, still horizontally, as you take your cup of soup from her.

“Be careful baby, it’s probably still hot,” she says before you wanna take a sip.

“Okay… I’ll wait,” you say as she reveals a spoon to you with a wink and you take it happily, gingerly stirring your soup with your spoon.

She stands up and you bring your legs towards your chest as she sits down on the other end of the sofa also sitting down horizontally stretching her legs, and gestures for you to lay down your legs on hers. You slide your legs as you fit one of your legs between hers.

As you’re lifting the spoon from your soup, and bringing it to your mouth Vi speaks up. “You really have tiny feet…” She says playfully as she stares at your feet making you snort and almost spill the soup on your pyjamas.

“Come on Vi, don’t make me laugh when I’m about to try your delicious soup.” You say as you shake your head disapprovingly, but in a playful way.

“Sorry, it’s not my fault I’m funny…”

“Right…” you say, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Hey! I can’t believe that you’re still a little brat when you’re sick!” She says as she puts down the soup on the table and she gives you the most mischievous look you’ve ever seen.

“Vi… NO!” You giggle as she brings her hands down to tickle your feet slightly. “I can’t believe that you only remember me teasing you while I said your soup is probably very delicious!”

“Alright, I’ll stop. Only because you’re ill though,” she says, adding the last part quickly.

“Damn, now let me eat in peace.” You say before bringing the spoon back to your face, before you put it in your mouth you give her a playful pointed look and when she chuckles you narrow your eyes at her.

“I’m not doing anything,” she laughs as she lifts her arms in surrender.

“No funny business? Strange…” you act like you’re deep in thought for a moment before you hear your girlfriend snort, but say nothing.

You taste her soup and moan at the taste, “Hold on, how did you find any pumpkins? It’s not the season at all!” You’re surprised that Vi was able to make pumpkin soup since it’s winter.

“I have my ways…” she says mysteriously as she sips on her soup.

You roll your eyes playfully at her but continue to eat your soup in silence. Occasionally you sneeze, groaning in frustration because of it. You hate being ill, but who doesn’t. Once you’re done eating your soup, you place the spoon in the bowl, as you’re trying to reach the living room table to place the bowl on the table you feel Vi’s hand taking the bowl from your hand.

She places both of your bowls on the table, she lays back down and as she does so you notice her stare at you for a while before she chuckles.

“What?” You say nervously.

“Hold on,” she says as she crawls over the sofa all the way to you, hovering over your body as her hand comes to reach for your face. Her thumb swipes over the skin above your upper lip, and she brings her thumb slowly to her mouth as she looks down at you while smiling cheekily. Sucking the soup from her thumb into her mouth as you feel your heartbeat pick up and blush at the action.

She removes her thumb from between her lips with a pop and she smiles before leaning her head down to press a soft kiss on your lips.

“Vi, I’m sick… I don’t want you to get sick because of me.” You pout as you push her away from you.

“I don’t care if I get sick, I want you close to me and I know you,” she says as she points her finger at you “are a needy clingy baby, and need all the cuddles and kisses in the world.”

You huff because she’s right, you need all the affection in the world. Only from her though.

“I know you don’t want anything too complicated and just want your comfort food. So I’m gonna go make us some pasta, how does that sound?” She says with a genuine smile as her hand cups your cheek. You nod as you mirror her smile.

“That’s perfect, thank you.”

“Because you’re so sweet you get to chose the sauce I’m making as well,”

You think for a second. This is hard, you want some Mac and Cheese but you also want a pesto sauce. Decisions , decisions.

“Do you remember that delicious pesto sauce you’ve once made? I would really like that one since it’s been a while.” You say as you bite your lip.

“Alright, pesto sauce it is!”

Vi leans down to press a quick peck on your lips before she stands up from the couch and picks up both of your bowls, making her way to the kitchen.

As you’re about to close your eyes you feel little paws walking on top of you. You open your eyes to be met with Kiki’s head, she meows at you as soon as you smile. She comes all the way to your face, rubbing her tiny face against yours, begging for attention. “Okay Kiki, I’ll give you some love,” you giggle before you caress her head, giving her neck and her chin some occasional scratches, making her purr against you.

Eventually Kiki crawls lower down your body, turning her body in a little ball on your stomach, making you smile.

You can’t help but be happy, your amazing girlfriend is taking care of you, making you soup, pasta and tea. You can’t believe that you got this lucky. Vi makes you so happy and she gives you so much love too. She’s truly the best person ever. You hope you get to love her as long as she wants you. You really hope to share your whole life with her.

You sigh happily as you continue to think about her. A while later you hear Vi call out for you, her voice pulling you out of your daydreams, telling you that dinner is ready and you make your way to her.

The evening is calm, so filled with love, lots of cuddles and forehead kisses.

You’re truly grateful that Vi exists.

#vi x reader #arcane vi x reader #vi x you #vi arcane x reader #vi lol #vi lol x reader #vi arcane #arcane vi #league of legends x reader #league of lesbians #lol x reader #vi fluff #arcane netflix #arcane vi imagines #arcane imagines #vi imagines #vi imagine #sapphic fanfic #ml’s writing #also this isn’t proof read lmao

[blackbat05]

Christmas Cheer

Dad Shangqi x Reader 

A/N: I was actually sick last Christmas so I guess the experience came in handy a year later? Can be connected to my other Dad Shangqi fic, maybe before <You’re the best to me>. Hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas wherever you are! 

Genre: PG-13 

Warnings/Notes: FLUFF FLUFF. CHRISTMAS THEMED FLUFF🎄. Photo attached is reference for this fic hehe. The bigger penguin🐧 is actually 50cm in height.

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‘How you feeling baobei?’ You walked into Xiayi’s room with a cold washcloth, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed where your little girl was wrapped in the blanket that her Grand Aunt Ying Nan had stitched for her. Her sneeze was enough of a response for you. 

‘Not the cloth,’ she chattered through teeth, begging you to get the blasted material away from her. You briefly placed your hand on her forehead, jerking back at the alarming heat. 

‘No can do little miss,’ you fended off her weak attacks, finding an opening to place the cloth on Xiayi’s forehead who whined at the sudden change in temperature. 

‘I hate this. I hate being sick.’ Xiayi grumbles, pulling her blanket up further. You couldn’t blame your daughter for her unusually moody attitude. No one in the right mind would want to be sick for the festive season. It certainly wasn’t her first Christmas, but you doubt she could remember the yearly celebrations when she was an infant. 

If it meant Xiayi being happy, you were willing to be sick for her to enjoy the time that only came once a year. For a little girl, that was precious time. 

‘HO HO HO!’ A loud guffaw came from behind the door, attracting Xiayi’s attention. With your help, she pushes herself up to lean on the frame of her bed. To your amusement, Shangqi pokes his head in. Not as himself, but with a fat suit and the unmistakable white beard that could only mean one thing. 

‘Baba!’ Although Xiayi was old enough to recognize her dad, she was still at that age to be amused at almost anything. 

‘I heard a little girl is sick! So I am here to bring Christmas to her! Where is Xu Xiayi?’ Your husband exclaims dramatically. ‘Here! That’s me!’ Xiayi plays along, unable to hold in her giggles. 

Shangqi reveals a large red sack. ‘I’ve bought presents for nice children.’ You couldn’t help but to laugh at your husband’s antics. ‘So tell me Xiayi, were you naughty or nice this year?’ 

‘Nice! I ate all my veggies and brushed my teeth before going to sleep!’ Xiayi enthusiastically recounts what she did the previous day. ‘Oh and I gave mama a goodnight kiss too!’ 

‘And not Baba?’ Shangqi teasingly asks. 

‘But Baba wasn’t back home,’ Xiayi furrows her eyebrows, as if trying to remember what happened. ‘I can’t give Baba kiss.’ 

God, Shangqi couldn’t express how grateful he was to Wong for letting him leave earlier. Then again, the sorcerer was at a losing game when it came to Xiayi. Who could say no to those puppy eyes? 

Chuckling, Shangqi removes his disguise. ‘Well, baba is back home.’ He opens his arms for Xiayi who flops into him. ‘I miss you my little dumpling.’ 

‘I- ACHOO!’ You quickly grab a tissue from her bedside, passing it to Shangqi who attends to her runny nose. ‘My poor baby. You must have been so sad. Want to see what I got you for Christmas?’ That seemed to have done the trick, Xiayi’s face lighting up. 

Shangqi carries the mystery red sack with ease, untying the golden string. Placing his hand into the sack, he reveals a giant blue penguin plushie with a red scarf and a mini red beret on its head. Two smaller ones come out of the bag, one dressed as a reindeer, and the other was a snowman.

‘Ta-da!’ Xiayi wraps her little arms around it, squishing her face into the bigger penguin.

'What do you say?' You reminded.

'Thank you Baba!' Your husband was a superhero indeed, saving what could have been a dismal Christmas for your little girl.

Shangqi beams. 'Now who's ready for some hot cocoa and Christmas movies?'

***

Coming back from the toilet, you were greeted with a wholesome sight.

There he was, sprawled on the sofa with his baby girl snoozing on top of his stomach. Squished beside Xiayi’s little frame was the bigger penguin who was hanging precariously of the sofa. As if it wasn’t adorable enough, Xiayi’s chubby arms was filled with the two smaller penguins, all three deep in wonderland.

As you managed to take a picture, Shangqi stirs, opening an eye. ‘Mm- what time is it?’

‘It’s nine. We probably should put her to sleep.’

‘Alright.’ Carefully maneuvering his body, he carries Xiayi who was out cold. You follow behind the two of them, not forgetting to bring along her new friends to tuck them in bed with her.

Shutting the door quietly, the two of you returned back to the living room, settling back on the couch. ‘You’re truly a hero babe. You saved Christmas.’

‘Hey, I can’t see my little girl sad.’ Shangqi chuckles, pulling you towards him, giving a kiss on your cheek.

‘And she is truly lucky to have you as her dad.’

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A/N: Well, it’s never too early for Christmas themed fluff AND Dad Shangqi fics right? Me can’t get enough of Dad Shangqi, heh😙. Hope you enjoyed this and stay safe during the festive season!

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[witches-and-cows]

Kisses and Cocoa

pairing: aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader

requested? no but i do have requests to do djsiggfb

synopsis: just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl

warning(s): fem!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, a little blood, reader is like, 5

a/n: i gotta do those requests jdishrv so know that i’ve got a peter parker x reader in the works, and a crowley x platonic!reader; school’s overwhelming so

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Aziraphale was awoken by your childish excitement. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up and subconsciously carding her fingers through her partner’s vibrant ginger hair.

“Mmm....five more minutes, Angel. It’s cold.”

Crowley snuggled further into her lover’s chest, kissing her collarbone. Aziraphale yawned, and started counting down, waiting for you to burst through the door. 

“And 3, 2, 1--”

“Mum! Mummy, snow! There’s snow!” You climbed up on the bed, your chubby toddler hands grasping the blankets excitedly. Crowley kissed her teeth, sitting up. “Good morning, Giggles. How’d you sleep?” She pecked your forehead, and sat you in her lap. “Fine, mummy, but there’s snow!” You wiggled out of her grasp, and pressed your face up to the cold, foggy window, your eyes full of wonder. 

Aziraphale set her feet on the floor, and gasped softly, the cold shocking her. “Good heavens, it’s freezing!” You barely registered your mummy’s voice, now drawing in the fog of the window and humming to yourself. Aziraphale felt the overwhelming love she had for you bubble up into her throat, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. 

Crowley watched her with an amused smile gracing her lips. She’d never thought she’d get to have days like this with the angel, curled up in bed, watching their daughter grow up, and experience her first snow.

She loved Aziraphale, so damned much it nearly made her double over. And she loved you, with your wide [e/c] eyes and bubbly laughter (thus why they called you ‘Giggles’), and your love of cookies and Scooby Doo. She had her little family. She was, dare she say, grateful for you two everyday.

She was taken out of her little reverie by Aziraphale leaving a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and help [Name] make up her bed and get ready for the day. Would you be so kind as to make breakfast?”

“Of course, Angel. Any requests?”

You turned and faced your moms, a wide smile gracing your features. “Can we have [pick a breakfast food]?” Crowley winked, saying, “Are angels real?”

“Yes! Thank you, mum!”

She chuckled, watching you tug on Aziraphale’s robe sleeve as you both walked out. 

Aziraphale enjoyed helping you get ready; It was one of those domestic activities that she’d miss as you got older. She picked out a cream colored shirt with seafoam green accents, and a pair of black overalls, humming softly along to the children’s program on the television (some magical ‘girl power!’ type cartoon that she also enjoyed; it was called Lollipop? No, LoliRock. She found it quite entertaining.) 

You flitted into the room, allowing Aziraphale to help you into the clothes, and talked about the dream you’d had (something about the Cars franchise and unicorns battling to the death over the Eiffel Tower), adding in little ‘oohs’ and ‘oh, dear!’s to indicate she was listening.

Once you were dressed and your hair was done, she had you wait downstairs in the living room of their cottage, letting Crowley entertain you with stories about mythical beings and the stars. Crowley was flipping a pancake when she sat next to you at the table, placing a napkin in your lap. 

She set a plate of food in front of you, smiling as you stared out the window, singing about how you’d like to go outside and build a snowman. “Do you want to go outside, Giggles?”

You nodded excitedly, practically bouncing in your seat. “Can we? I really want to!” Aziraphale bobbed her head in agreement, putting the juice Crowley poured for you on your placemat, and taking her cup of Earl Gray out of her hands. “Yes, we can, but eat first.” You went to work, not noticing the small smiles and brief touches that your mothers shared across the table.  

You finished your juice, and hopped out of your seat, impatiently waiting for one of your moms to finish. “C’mon, we’re busting daytime!” Crowley threw her head back, a raucous laugh leaving her mouth. “D’you mean burning  daylight, [Name]?”  

“Oh, yeah,” You responded, giggling. 

Crowley stood, and watched you run ahead to your room, screaming, “SNOW SNOW SNOW!” as you went along. She turned to Aziraphale, wiping tears from her eyes. “Busting daytime, that’s funny.” Aziraphale looked at her partner lovingly. “Go on, then. She’ll need help getting into her snow gear.” She said, amusement laced in her words. Crowley sauntered down the hall, whistling the tune of Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon.

You were already mostly undressed when she got to you, hastily tugging on your thermal underwear. “Oh, you’re quick,” She quipped as she picked up the clothes you discarded and placing them on the bed. “You know Mummy doesn’t like you leaving your clothes everywhere.”

“I know, but you said once or twice it’s okay.” 

Crowley, looked over at the toys lining your shelves, raising a brow at the Lightning McQueen car, before going to help you button up your snow pants. “Fair enough; You’ve got to have a smidge of demonic influence, don’t you, [Name]?” 

You giggled, letting her pull a jumper over your head, and put on your bubble coat. “Damned zipper,” She muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. She eventually got it and then moved on to put your hat on your head, and wrap a scarf around your neck. You stopped her as she picked up your gloves, saying, “I can do it, Mum! Look!” 

She watched, pride glinting in her golden eyes as you successfully pulled the fingers of the gloves over your fingers. “That’s my girl, [Name]!” You let her put on the boots, though, saying, “I can’t do the boots, can you help?” She nodded, and did them for you, then letting you run off to find Aziraphale. Her attention then drifted to the toys again, and she fixed them to go in order of franchise then size. “Gosh, you really like Cars,” She mumbled.

Aziraphale had just gotten her own boots on, and was pulling on her hat as you hopped toward her. “Ready!” She picked you up, walking you to the front of the house, setting you in the snow. You fell back, making a snow angel and laughing. “Look, Mummy! It’s you!” 

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 A while later, Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, examining the snow angel from earlier, and a smiley face you made by walking in circles. “Wow, kiddo, that’s really good!” She then held out a carrot, and the buttons she’d picked up, saying, “I thought we wanted to build a snowman, Giggles?” You got to work, rolling the base and dodging snowballs from Crowley. Aziraphale worked on the midsection, snapping her fingers discreetly. 

You put the snowman’s head on, and Crowley lifted you so you could stick the nose in. Aziraphale stuck on the eyes, and put a bowtie on the divide between it’s head and middle. Crowley snapped a leather jacket on it, and you put some mittens on it’s “hands”. Then you all admired your handiwork. 

“They’re perfect,” Crowley confirmed, nodding her head. Aziraphale hummed in agreement. “Now what?”

“I saw a tutorial on how to build snow forts. We can try it?”

Crowley looked around, before snapping her fingers and watching an igloo build itself. Aziraphale made sure you didn’t get hit by ice blocks as the structure formed. 

You squealed, and went into the fort, laughing. Your laugh however, was cut off by a sneeze. Aziraphale perked up, brows furrowed. “Maybe we should head in,” She muttered, Crowley agreeing and gathering you up in her arms. “C’mon then, in we go.” 

“But--”

“You’re freezing, kiddo. We can go make hot chocolate, watch a movie.” 

That quietted your protest, and you burrowed your face in your Mum’s neck, your time outside wearing you out. 

Aziraphale opened the door, making sure the heat was up, before shedding her winter gear. She took you out of Crowley’s arms, letting her take hers off, then the both of them got to work on you.

You let them strip you of the wet clothes, and put a towel on your shivering form. “C’mon, let’s get you into a warm bath, then we can watch [favorite kid movie].” Aziraphale cooed, as your head lolled. “Dearest you get the bath going, I’ll get the cocoa.” 

Crowley nodded. “Alright, Angel.” She made her way to the bathroom, snapping her fingers so that the tub filled with warm water. “Step in for me, Giggles.” You did so, and Crowley quickly bathed you, humming Queen’s greatest hits, chuckling when you tried to join in with her. 

You finished up, and she wrapped you in your fluffy Winnie the Pooh hooded towel. (it was Tigger; Since you happened to hop around like him often, when Aziraphale saw it, she immediately thought of you, so she bought it.)

She put you together, and carried you to the living room, where Aziraphale was putting a tray of cocoa and cookies on the coffee table. “Oh, dear, you look adorable, [Name]! I love your Stitch onesie.” You made grabby hands at your Mummy, and she smiled sweetly, taking you into her arms and kissing your cheek. 

“My little [Name]. My dearest,” She muttered into your head, taking in the scent of your body wash and your natural scent. You reveled in the affection, mumbling, “I’m not little.” Crowley sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Of course not. You’re our big girl, [Name].” You bobbed your head, content with that. 

Crowley put on your movie, putting an arm around the back of the couch. Aziraphale snuggled into her side. As you slowly drifted off, Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s lips softly, “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more, my dear.” 

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please i love them sm we’re craving this domestic shit

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[harryspet]

rogue angel [3] bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, don’t read warnings if you don’t wanna be spoiled, daddy bucky, dd lg dynamic, ab dl dynamic, forced age regression, bondage, vibrator, overstimulation

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! 

series masterlist

In which you want to believe he cares. 

word count: 2.5k

“Where are we?”

“On a picnic blanket.”

You had to keep yourself from rolling your eyes as you took in the environment. He had to carry you for a good ten minutes before you ended up by the lake and you hadn’t taken your eyes off the view since he’d set you on the picnic blanket. The lake was surrounded by tall mountains that reflected off the blue-green water. You hadn’t seen anything like it but this was simply a backyard to Bucky. 

There was also a dock nearby with a deck boat sitting at the end. If you had a key and you could somehow make it down to the lake then you could-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something cold touching your back, “Stay still for Daddy,” You tried your best as he began to rub sunscreen into your exposed back. You wondered how there could be snow on the mountain tops but the sun still shined down on your skin. You never felt the sun on your skin before, always locked away in the cell that they kept you in. 

You didn’t mind it then but now … 

“Can we swim in the water?”

He tapped your nose with a bit sunscreen on his finger and you insisted that you could rub it in yourself but he didn’t care to listen. 

“The water is pretty cold,” You frowned a little, “Do you like to swim, angel?”

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly. You had no idea what you liked. It wasn’t in your nature to enjoy things of that nature. 

Bucky held your face in his hands and you wish very dearly that you weren’t so close to him. The feelings he brought out you were frightening, “We’ll try swimming someday. We can try lots of things and then we’ll make a list of everything you like.”

A list? “Why does it matter?”

“Because they make you happy,” Bucky gave you an earnest look, “C’mere, I brought something for you to do.”

He moved to reach into the picnic basket and removed a couple of books as well as a fresh pack of crayons. He placed them in front of you, one was full of blank pages and the other had lots of designs. You flashed him a look of confusion as you stared at the items. 

“What am I supposed to do?”

“They’re for coloring,” Bucky grinned, “You can either draw your own pictures or color in the designs. It’s relaxing.”

Relaxing, you thought it was an interesting concept.

You had no idea what you would draw on your own so you picked the book that already had outlines in it. Bucky watched you carefully as you flipped through the pictures, none of them piquing your interest until you paused. He couldn’t see which one you had chosen but your mood seemed to shift at the sight of it. 

“Just … right on the page?” She asked after picking out a yellow crayon. Bucky didn’t expect the question or for her to care in the slightest about the coloring book, “I won’t ruin it?”

“It’s your creation, how can you ruin it?”

You could definitely ruin it, you thought, you had screwed up many times before. As your fingers traced the design of the family of giraffes, you couldn’t help but stop yourself from pressing the crayon to the paper. 

It weakened Bucky’s heart to see you nervous and it took little effort to scoop you into his lap. You struggled, unsure of his intentions at first but he grabbed a blue crayon, “Let’s do it together, princess.”

The picture was a cute family of giraffes enjoying a watering hole together. Bucky began to color inside the lines of the water and you hesitated, looking him over. One hand was on your waist and the other was around the crayon. You brushed off that feeling in your heart as you pressed the yellow crayon to the paper. 

You colored their hides yellow and their spots brown. You liked how you added the splash of color, brightening the page, but could keep things organized by staying in the lines. You hadn’t even noticed that Bucky had stopped coloring to just admire you. 

Your eyes were focused solely on the drawing and he felt you began to relax in his arms, “You’re making such a pretty picture, Y/N,” Bucky praised her, watching your nose crinkle as you tried to hide a grin, “When we get back to the house, we’ll put it on the fridge.”

You didn’t respond, only shaded in the trees with dark green. You lost track of time as you colored in every single detail on the page carefully, from the butterflies to the smiles on the giraffes’ faces. You didn’t even notice as Bucky began to slip blueberries and strawberries into your mouth. You just enjoyed the taste, caring only to make sure no juices slipped onto your artwork. 

“Why … why are they so happy?” You asked, after placing the final touches. 

“Who are they?” Bucky asked, following your fingers as you pointed to the giraffe's on the paper, “Hmm, we could make up our own story. Maybe they’re happy just because they’re together?”

You looked over the picture again and you could suddenly see the picture moving, “Maybe they’re a family … maybe these are the Mom and Dad and maybe this is their baby,” Your fingers traced over the picture as Bucky listened to you speak. He liked the sound of your voice very much, especially now that you were relaxed and your mind was racing with pure thoughts, “Maybe the baby was lost for a little while and they found him … a-and they always go to the watering hole together so the baby never gets lost again.”

You felt Bucky place a gently kiss on your shoulder and you were surprised that you didn’t flinch. Not even a little bit. “That’s a beautiful story, angel,” You only nodded, feeling a tear drip down your cheek. Your lips parted in a look of shock as he wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“I’d never lose you, Y/N.”

For a fleeting moment, you believed him. 

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Bucky added coloring to the list of things that you would probably never admit that you liked. You had colored a few more pictures and Bucky had proudly displayed them on the fridge. Now, he was seeing if you liked Disney movies. After her dinner and bath, he had set up the projector in the living room and created a cozy space for them on the couch. 

You waited patiently in your unicorn onesie and pigtails on the pile of blankets and stuffed animals.

Out of the most interesting DVD covers, you had picked Frozen from the pile. 

“How does the snowman talk?”

“Because of Elsa’s magic.”

“Why does he like summer so much if it’ll just make him melt?”

“That doesn’t mean he can’t like summer.”

“Is magic real?”

“I’ve seen some pretty magical things in my long lifetime.”

As much as the moving shapes and fun songs intrigued you, it baffled you at the same time. This is what people did for fun? They just sat around and let movies entertain them rather than working? You guessed that Bucky had lived long enough not to have to work anymore. 

After you had gone through both of the Frozen movies, Bucky decided that it was time for you to go to bed, “Can we watch another one? Please?” You grabbed his hand which took him back for a moment, “Daddy? I want to see more magic stuff.”

If Bucky got you into that bed then he’d wrap that magnetic cuff around your leg and you’d have no chance at escape.

Bucky believed you as you were a convincing liar. He should’ve known better, remembered your Hydra training, but he couldn’t deny your doe eyes at that moment. He sat back on the couch and let your head nuzzle into his chest, his right arm holding onto you. 

You knew how to slow your breathing and heart rate down and that’s exactly what you did as you pretended to sleep on his chest, “Goodnight, princess,” He whispered, stroking your hair.  As Lilo & Stitch reached its end, you felt Bucky’s head tilt back and some light snoring ensued. 

You waited until he was deeper into his sleep, to move his arm from around you. You were as careful as you could possibly be. 

You thought you’d fall but as you put one foot in front of the other, you managed to keep your balance. You were wobbly, of course, but you were walking. You held onto the back of the couch to keep your balance as you practiced for a short moment. 

You moved as quietly you could through the house as you mentally yelled at your legs to not give out. You looked over the front door, at the three locks that were on the door, and carefully undid each one. You took at least a minute on each one, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. 

Your plan was perfect. I’d never lose you blah blah blah. He had some ulterior motive you couldn’t quite calculate yet but you knew there had to be a reason he was pretending to care for you. Everything was perfect until an alarm blared through the house and then through the forest that surrounded the house. 

You moved as quickly as you could without tripping over yourself. Down the porch and then towards the treeline. You almost jumped out of your skin as the sound of Archer’s barks filled the air. 

You cursed because your body wasn’t listening to you, “Y/N!” He called for you and your heart sunk. You turned to see he wasn’t even chasing you. He was far too strong and you were far too slow for that. 

As your knees suddenly buckled, you fell onto the grass, “Don’t touch me!” You shouted as you felt his arms grab ahold of your waist. He lifted you and tossed you over his shoulder without a word. You screamed for help as your fist pounded at the rock he called aback. 

He carried you back into the house, the scent of the evergreens still on your nose, as the front door slammed shut. He disabled the alarm before carrying you up the stairs. You weren’t surprised when he brought you to the room but your eyes widened as he tossed you onto the bed. 

He held you down with his vibranium arm as he wrapped those magnetic cuffs around each of your wrists, “Bucky, please. Please don’t hurt me-” 

“I’d never do that, Y/N. I could never do that,” His words were soft but his tone was anything but it. You had truly made him angry and something in your heart twinged as you heart the hurt in his voice, “But you have to be punished somehow. You can’t run away from me. I take care of you and you are obedient in return. That is the only way things will work around here.”

“Bucky-”

“Call me that one more time and you’ll make things worse,” Your mouth instantly closed as you heard his words. 

Bucky leaned down to undo the buttons at the crotch of your bodysuit and you flinched as he tore away the fabric of your underwear, “W-What are you going to do?” He didn’t answer as he grabbed a device that looked sort of like a wand. It was a bright pink color and mushroomed at the top. He used a belt to strap it to your thigh as he pushed it against your folds. 

As it began to vibrate, you threw your head back as your body reacted to the shock. If you thought the emotions you were feeling were foreign, this feeling was otherworldly. It felt strange… good. Your cheeks began to heat as you saw him watching you and you guessed this was another aspect of your punishment. 

You pulled at your restraints as electricity seemed to flow through you, warming your body with pleasure, before that heat seemed to build up in your core. You felt something coming like you might wet yourself, and you winced, “Don’t run from it, angel. It won’t hurt you,” And he was right because, as you tried to relax, it ripped through you. You shook as your body lept over that cliff and you exploded in ecstasy. 

Bucky could feel himself growing harder in his briefs as he listened to you moan uncontrollably. He looked away from you for a moment, trying to call himself down as he grabbed your pacifier gag from one of the lockable drawers, “Pl-Please-” You were still crying out in pleasure as he forced it into your mouth. 

You were done, your body had reached its climax but the stimulation continued. You watched as Bucky crossed the room, taking a seat in the rocking chair across the room. His arm was bent on his knee and his hand on his chin as he watched you. You shook your head over and over, wanting him to stop it but your body was beginning to prepare you for another climax.

How many could you have? How many would Bucky force out of you?

After number two you were writhing in that small bed, running from the next orgasm. As you moved your hips, it only pressed the vibrating toy closer to your sensitive bulb. Your screams were being muffled by your gag.

Just one break. If you could have just one break you’d be okay. Right now you weren’t sure how long you could stay conscious with that scorching fire inside of you burning on. You weren’t sure what happened after number five, you were so tired that your vision was blurry. Still, you felt Bucky’s hand against your cheek as you floated away into dreamland. 

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“It’s only been a few days, Bucky.”

“I just thought I was making good progress today.”

“You were, I’m sure you were. She didn’t just forget the connection you’re building with her. Her instincts are still telling her to run, telling her that you are the enemy but soon ... you’ll be the one she runs to.”

Bucky sighed, holding the phone closer to his ear, “I really hope so.”

“My little Rory was just like her and, after I lost Vision, I didn’t think I could take his rejection at first. But I was all he had and I showed him that I was gonna be there for him whether he hated me for it or not. You just have to be there for her.”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “I’m just gonna be there for her, Wanda. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. You’re a great Daddy, Bucky,” He could hear her warm smile through the phone, “I can’t wait to meet your little angel. I’m sure she’s just as beautiful as you describe her.”

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Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think! What sort of role do you hope Wanda plays in the story? Also, if you want to give me some extra support then you can buy me a coffee through the link in my bio :)

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[merakiaes]

Salvation - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: This is the third part of the little mini-series for Tommy. It isn’t proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I might come back and change some things later but until then, I hope you enjoy it xx

Wordcount: 3354

Summary: After meeting the entire Shelby clan and having a great time at the Garrison with them, Tommy shows up at your doorstep only a few hours after your return home, in desperate need of your care after a rough fight. 

Part One - Nice To Meet You

Part Two - First Impressions

After resolving the whole conflict at the Garrison, everything had gone really well for the rest of the evening.

Tommy had put Ada and yourself in a car home when the clock was around one, sending you home after a long night of good fun.

Ada, having had a lot more to drink than you had, had passed out pretty much the same second you arrived back home, dragging herself up the stairs without as much as a goodnight.

You, however, had taken the time to get out of your clothes and makeup, wash up and properly dress for sleep, and fallen asleep with a smile on your face around half past three, excited for the dinner Tommy had promised you the next day.

You slept soundly for a few hours, but unlike you had expected to, you didn’t get to sleep through the night.

Only a few hours after getting back home, you were awoken abruptly by knocking coming from downstairs, seemingly from the front door.

Being familiar with the danger that automatically came with knowing the Peaky Blinders and those related to them, you wasted no time in sitting up on the bed and reaching over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer out and grabbing the loaded gun Tommy had forced upon you for protection only one day after you had first met.

But as it was known, you weren’t very fond of violence, and doubted you would ever be brave enough to fire a gun at another human being if it ever came down to it, which was why your heart was beating so violently in your chest as it was now.

What if you were being robbed? Or attacked? What would happen if an enemy got inside and tried to take you and Ada? Would you be able to pull the trigger? You didn’t know, and you hoped to God you wouldn’t have to find out.

With shaky legs, you pulled yourself out of the bed and exited the safety of your locked bedroom, tiptoeing down the hallway.

You stopped yourself when you reached the top of the stairwell, listening closely for any sound that could indicate danger. You heard nothing, and for a moment, you wondered if someone perhaps just had the wrong house.

But then the knocking came again, just as you were about to turn around and go back to bed.

The sudden noise caused you to jump in fright, your eyes widening as you raised the gun in front of you.

You sucked in a deep breath, holding it as you began walking down the stairs.

You could make out the blurry shape of a person through the frosted window on the door, which only made you panic more.

The person knocked again, causing you to suck in another breath.

“Who’s there?” You yelled out, clicking the safety of the gun as you walked closer.

“It’s me.” The person answered almost immediately, and you instantly recognized the voice.

“Thomas?” You questioned, lowering the gun in your hand.

But you didn’t wait for a response, only rushing over to the table in the hall and putting down the gun, before rushing over to the front door and unlocking it to let him inside.

The worry was already evident in the pit of your stomach just from hearing his voice, knowing there was a very slim chance he had come all this way to delivered good news at six in the morning.

And the worry grew into absolute terror as his face became revealed to you.

Your eyes opened wide as you met his, your hand coming to cover your mouth.

“What in the world happened?!” You whisper-yelled as you opened the door wider and stepped to the side with hurried movements to let him inside.

Tommy limped over the threshold, closing the door behind him.

He pressed the bloody rag to his bleeding nose, and before you could stop yourself, you had raised your hand up to his face, letting your fingers touch at the swollen, purple skin around his eye.

“We ran into some trouble.” He answered, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You helped him lean against the wall, keeping him upright and checking over his face in the light coming from the kitchen.

“’Some’ trouble?” You questioned back, eyes wide. “This is what you call ‘some’ trouble?”

You shook your head, inspecting his face and injuries with featherlike touches, trying your hardest to not hurt him further.

“You’ve got a broken nose, broken blood vessels in your eye and your other eye is completely swollen shut.” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek lightly. “You could’ve died from the amount of blood you’ve lost.”

“I didn’t lose that much. I have thick blood.” He denied, but you only glared pointedly at him.

“You’re as pale as a snowman on Christmas day, your pulse is really weak, you’re trembling and can barely keep on your feet. Anyone can see that you’ve lost a large amount of blood so don’t try me, Thomas.” You told him sternly, finally letting go of his face. “Why the hell would you come all the way here and not seek medical attention at once?”

“I was already in the neighborhood.” He kept trying to lie, but you were having none of it.

The blood on his face was dried, indicating that he had, in fact, not been in the area at all, but rather come the entire way here like you had said.

You took a step closer, taking his face in your hands and caressing the back of his head comfortingly, looking up at him with concern. “The dried blood on your face says differently.” You whispered, shaking your head.

He closed his eyes at your touch, and leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “I wanted to see you.”

His voice was equally as quiet as yours, and judging by the weight of his head against yours, he barely had the strength to keep it up.

“You saw me just a couple of hours ago.” You answered, but he wasn’t fazed at all by your observation, only whispering back:

“I know.” 

He sighed, and opened his eyes again, looking into yours. “Where’s Ada?”

“She’s sleeping. I would tell you that we have to be quiet but she’s knocked up like a light.” You answered, drawing a snicker through his pain.

“She’s not really known for being able to hold her alcohol.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows at that, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Oh, believe me, I know.” You answered, finally letting go of the back of his neck and taking a step back. “Now, come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You offered him your arm and he wasted no time in taking it, pushing himself off the wall with a painful groan.

“Thank you.” He whispered, throwing his arm over your shoulder and allowing you to help him into the sitting room, where you had first sat down and enjoyed each other’s company.

You wordlessly helped him sit down at the sofa and left him there for a moment to go start a fire and light some of the lamps, getting some light into the room.

After doing that, you ventured into the kitchen and prepared a bowl of warm water, a few rags, thread and needle, bandages and some booze for sterilization, bringing it all back into the sitting room where the fire was now crackling away in the fireplace.

Tommy’s eyes were on you the second you appeared in the doorway, almost as if he had been watching it in wait for your return.

But you took no note of the way he was currently staring at you, too busy focusing on keeping the supplies in your arms and setting them down on the coffee table in front of him.

You wasted no time in getting to work, wetting the rag and wringing it out, bringing it up to his face to start cleaning away the dried blood and dirt.

“I thought you promised me not to get into any more fights.” You told him quietly as you worked away on him, your eyes flickering to meet his for a brief moment.

He didn’t even flinch when you pressed the fabric down into one of his cuts, answering calmly. “Believe it or not, I didn’t start it this time.”

Not once did he take his eyes off of you as you took care of him, his eyebrows slightly knotted together as he spectated the concentration on your face and the tenderness of your touches.

“You’re right. That is hard to believe.” You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. “But I’ll just have to take your word for it, won’t I?”

You flashed him a gentle smile, before putting your focus back on his face.

You didn’t say anything else the entire time of cleaning him up, and you finished getting rid of the excessive blood in a few minutes.

Once you were finished with the water, you dropped the bloody rag back into the bowl and grabbed another, soaking it with alcohol and staring to sterilize the cuts.

When reaching one in particular right above his left eye, he hissed, and you drew back your hand, immediately starting to inspect the wound.

Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a lot bigger and deeper than the others. Unlike the others that looked to be caused by hits, this one seemed to be caused by a blade, hence the depth.

“Have you ever gotten stitches?” You asked, putting the rag of alcohol back to the table.

The corner of his lips tugged upwards slightly, eyes flashing over with amusement for a brief moment. “I fought in the war.” He told you, humor evident in his voice. “I’ve gotten plenty.”

You flushed slightly at that, and a nervous laugh escaped your lips as you realized he was right. “Right, of course.” You chuckled. “Forgive me. I forget.”

You bent over to the table slowly from where you sat a the edge of the sofa, starting to prepare the things you would be needing for the next step.

“Your eyebrow is split and will need stitching.” You told him, and he nodded while you continued. “I’ll go get you something to bite down on.”

You began standing up, but before you could go anywhere, his hand shot out and caught your wrist, causing your head to move around to look at him.

“No, don’t go anywhere.” He shook his head, and you gave him a confused look.

“But I-“

“I don’t need it.” He interrupted. “I can take it.”

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “Is this you trying to impress me?” You questioned, and he raised his eyebrows. Or well, as good as he could with one of them being split open.

“Is it working?” He asked, and you pondered on it for a moment, narrowing your eyes at him in thought before shaking your head.

“No.”

“I thought not.” He chuckled, looking down slightly.

You weren’t all too fond of giving him stitches without something protecting his teeth, but nonetheless, you sank back down onto the couch beside him.

“Are you sure you don’t need something to bite onto?” You questioned again as you slowly began preparing the threat and needle. “I have the skill to poke a needle into your skin, but I am in no way qualified to fix broken teeth.”

But despite your clear worries, he only gave you a soft look, nodding his head slowly.

“I’ll be fine.”

You looked at him for a moment, giving him a chance to change his mind. But when you realized he wouldn’t you nodded your head, and went to work.

It was clear to you that he was in pain as you sewed him up, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, his pulse quick and hard and a layer of sweat quickly collecting on his skin.

But not once did those tears fall, and you found yourself both amazed and sad that he was able to take the pain so well. 

Amazed because, well, it said itself. But it also made you feel bad for him, knowing that he would’ve had to go through great deals of pain in order to become this accustomed to it.

And no human should have to do that.

Once you had finished the stitches you put the needle back on the table. Turning back around to him, you put a small piece of paper on top of the cut to stop it from bleeding further and gave him a guilty look.

“I’m going to have to reset your nose, too.” You told him, and inwardly cringed when you noticed his jaw tense.

It was obvious he was trying to keep up this strong façade, but it was also obvious he wasn’t as strong and unbothered as he put on.

But still, he just nodded, and knowing that you both probably wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, you moved your hands up and snapped his nose back into place without a second thought.

The snap and crackle of his bones made you flinch, and he let out a sound of pain, squeezing his bruised and swollen eyes shut.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, quickly bringing your hands away from his face. “There, you’re all done.”

He let his head fall back onto the back of the sofa, his eyes still closed and his breathing slightly uneven.

“I’m beginning to think you like seeing me in pain.” He spoke after a moment of silence, bringing his head back up and looking at you.

You knew he was just joking around, but still; you could only give him a sad look and shake your head. “I hate it.” You admitted quietly.

A thick silence fell over the two of you, your eyes locked together and neither of you blinking for a long moment.

The crackling of the fire at the other side of the room soon fell deaf to your ears and it was like everything around you disappeared. The only thing you could see was him, getting completely lost in his pools of blue.

But it wasn’t exactly strange, was it? They were like the ocean. Just as beautiful and with just as large a capability to drown the victims they lured in.

And you could shamelessly admit that you were struggling for your life to keep yourself breathing right now.

Your breath caught in your throat and your back straightened up significantly when you noticed Tommy leaning in closer, your racing heart picking up even more speed. It honestly felt like you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Thomas…” You whispered, but you didn’t get to say anything else, as his lips were pressed against yours the next second.

Now, you had kissed your fair share of men throughout your life, but you had never, never, found yourself feeling like you did at this moment.

It was like your insides were set on fire. Your entire body grew hot, and the familiar tingling sensation in your stomach and chest erupted quicker than it had ever done before.

And the feeling was mutual.

From the moment your lips touched, it was like your bodies moved on their own.

With heavy breaths and desperate hands grabbing at each other, you lifted your leg over his, straddling his lap all while keeping your lips locked together.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck, your nails gently scratching his scalp, and his hands moved up the insides of your bare thighs with patronizingly slow movements, along up your hips before they stopped at your waist.

There, he squeezed the flesh hidden under the thin layer of silk, and it was only then you came to the realization that you were wearing nothing but a short night gown.

Before then, you hadn’t even thought about it, and the realization would have surely had you blushing in embarrassment, hadn’t you already been flushed with excitement and desperation.

Your hands moved down from his neck and started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt with hurried motions.

Tommy’s hands had now found their way underneath your night slip, his thumbs rubbing your skin and caressing their way back and forth.

The buttons came undone in no time, and you wasted no time in moving your hands underneath the fabric to his shoulders, beginning to brush the piece of clothing off of his body.

But before you could get too far, however, you accidentally brushed against one of the bigger bruises on his shoulder blade, causing him to jerk in pain underneath you. 

You instantly broke away from the kiss, your eyes wide and your hands disappearing from his shoulder.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, panting heavily and eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

You wasted no time in starting to check over him, making sure you didn’t fuck up any of his bandages in your distracted state.

He brought his hands up to catch your wrists, stopping you in your movements. “I’m alright, (Y/N).” He assured you, but the pained look on his face told you the exact opposite.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again, letting him intertwine your fingers and leaning your forehead against his.

You caught your breaths together, looking deeply into each other’s eyes once again. 

You hesitated, slightly afraid that he would regret the turn of events even though he had been the one to make the first move and despite the fact that you knew he did, in fact, harbor feelings for you.

But you quickly pushed any doubts to the back of your head, the fresh memories of the kiss you had shared only seconds before clouding your entire mind and causing your lips to move all on their own.

“Another time?” You breathed out, trying your hardest not to look too desperate as you stared down at him.

Tommy dropped your hands again and slowly moved them back to your waist, pulling you closer to his body and letting his eyes fall to your lips.

“Another time.” He agreed, and then softly pressed his lips back onto yours.

Six hours later, right around noon, Ada woke up from her drunken slumber and went to check up on you.

When she didn’t find you in your bed, she rushed downstairs in panic, only to find you sleeping on top of her brother’s chest in the sofa in the sitting room, his eyebrow stitched and the coffee table a mess of bloody rags.

You had fallen asleep shortly after the change of events earlier that morning, but unbeknownst to you, Tommy had laid awake the entire time, just staring down at you as you slept soundly.

Ada had breathed out a sigh of relief upon finding that you were safe and sound, but hadn’t wasted a single second to lecture her older brother.

He hadn’t even looked up when she stopped in the doorway and called out his name, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair.

“You better keep her safe, Tommy.” Ada told him, glaring at him from the doorway with the famous Shelby fire flaring behind her blues. “Or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Even then, Tommy hadn’t been fazed in the slightest, his eyes not once moving away from your face as he answered. “I’d give my own life in a heartbeat if it meant she got to keep hers.”

Ada was in no way keen on the idea of her brother courting her best friend or getting you involved with her family at all, but even she couldn’t deny that there was nothing but sincere honesty behind his words.

As she watched the scene unfold in front of her, she realized without a doubt in her mind that the way Tommy looked at you was the exact same way she looked at Karl; as a second chance to a better life and a fresh start.

Just like Karl was hers, you were Tommy’s salvation.

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