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Hi(gh) Milf! Wanda Maximoff x Stoner! Reader Pt.1

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Word Count: 3333

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Warnings: Age gap, smoking, Angst

Also, Not Proofread 💅

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Pt.1 Pt.2?

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Wanda had always been a supportive mother to her boys, she’ll love them no matter what. They were her babies and could do no wrong in her eyes. Now, just because she’s supportive doesn’t mean she always approves of their choices. Like she didn’t approve of the way Tommy had wanted to bleach his hair over and over, mostly because she was worried about the health of it. Or when she didn’t approve of the boys wanting a pet lizard, but let them have it anyway to make them happy. Or how she doesn’t approve of Billy’s newest choice.

Billy had begun college and he had started making new friends. While that was great, there was one friend in particular that Wanda thought might be a bad influence on her son. Her name was Y/n, and as of late, Billy had chosen her to accompany him everywhere. They were like Dumb and Dumber, but put them together with Tommy when he’s home and it’s the Three Stooges.

From the first day Y/n had entered their home, Wanda could smell the reefer off the younger woman from three feet away. That accompanied with the stupid goofy grin on her face and Wanda instantly knew the girl was stoned. It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t approve of smoking, she just didn’t want her boys getting sidetracked with that new hobby and letting their grades slip in college, or getting mixed with the wrong crowd, nonetheless, she trusted them enough to ensure that themselves. And most of the time when the kids did visit back home with their new friend, Y/n was the only one stoned, and that only fortified the trust she had in her boys.

It was mid December, the air outside had grown cold and snow had begun to coat the ground in cold powdery layers. The Maximoff household smelt of fresh baked gingerbread cookies and a hint of cinnamon apples. Wanda had begun her baking when the boys told her they were driving home for Winter break. She was excited to see her kids for the holidays, to hear what she missed out on while they were away. She had kept herself pretty busy when the boys left home. She appreciated the free time to figure out who she was outside of being a mother, she had always had her own interests, but when the boys came along, they became her whole world. But now, she had time to try new hobbies and adventure out. She was happy, and it was a bittersweet yet tremendous feeling. So she softly hummed out a tune as she mixed together the cookie dough in the kitchen aid before her, lost in a peaceful bliss.

What Wanda’s kids forgot to mention to her, is that they were bringing Y/n with them for Winter break. Y/n had nowhere else to go for the weeks off, it was either go with the twins or be stuck on campus, the second choice didn’t sound too appealing. So, with a stash tucked in her duffle bag, she hopped in Billy’s suv. They had picked up Tommy from his dorm on the other side of campus, and began their journey back to the Maximoff home. The car was filled with the quiet hum of the wheels along the road and soft music playing in the background, the playlist courtesy of Billy. The twins occasionally chatted about school and the freshest gossip, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the car cruises down the highway, Y/n’s eyes fall to the window, her mind getting lost in a haze that wasn’t weed induced. Y/n felt guilty, of course she did. She may be stoned all the time, but she wasn’t a complete idiot. She felt as if she was invading the Maximoff household; it was clear to her from the first interactions that Wanda wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of hers. Whether it was due to her poor introduction or whether it was how she dressed and acted, she couldn’t chalk up which one rubbed Wanda the wrong way. She didn’t want to impose herself into their home, but she didn’t have a different home to go back to. Her plan this winter break was to be out of Wanda’s vision as much as she could. Whether she had to hide away in the guest room all break, or if she had to duck out in Billy’s room. Anything to avoid the fake sugary kindness and judgemental glances.

Billy pulled over to a gas station along the side road, grabbing his wallet. He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning in his seat so he can view both passengers easier. “Alright, I’m running in to grab something to drink, you two want anything?” Billy asks, turning to look at Y/n and Tommy, who was sitting in the backseat with a bag of doritos in his lap.

“Redbull,” Tommy says through a mouthful of chips. Billy cringes, turning to look at Y/n, expecting to see the same reaction, instead he’s met with the sight of her staring off into space, lost in her own mind.

“You alright?” Billy lightly taps the back of his hand to Y/n’s shoulder to grab her attention from the dashboard. The woman jumps at the contact, eyes flying up to meet his.

“Y-yeah I’m good. Just- thinking about something. What did you ask?” She sheepishly requests, scratching the back of her neck.

“Want something to drink? I’m running in.” Billy gives a warm reassuring smile. He knew she was a bit spacey, whether it was the weed or her natural demeanor, he didn’t care. To him, she was good company either way. The day they got assigned to that group project together, he didn’t think much of her, just another person that was gonna slack on their end of the work. But as he got to know her, there was a lot more to her than the simple one-track mind that people assumed was in there. When the other two people in their group project had decided to slack off, she had helped him pick up the weight and finish the project with an A. When Billy saw her effort, he decided Y/n was someone worth keeping around. He knew Y/n was smart, the humble kind of smart. She may have put on a facade in front of others but behind it was a beautiful personality that just needs a little more effort to get to know. And in Billy’s opinion, the effort was well worth it.

“A monster would be great, thank you.” She smiles back. Running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. Taking a deep breath to shake the lingering thoughts from her mind, blinking them out as she turns to face the boys.

“See, she has manners, unlike SOMEBODY.” Billy jokes, whipping his head to look back at Tommy, who comically whips his head to look behind him for the culprit. Billy snorts at his reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Billy, who’s back there?” Tommy asks, his voice quivering, imitating genuine concern. A dramatic, chip-dust covered hand over his chest to clutch his imaginary pearls. His eyes wide and mortified.

“I can’t with you-” Billy bites back a laugh, shaking his head as he gets out of the car. He closes the door before walking into the gas station. Once Tommy sees that Billy has entered the store, he reaches up to the passenger seat, smacking Y/n in the arm with his hand. Y/n gags at the doritos dust he leaves behind in wake of his touch. Quickly wiping her arm clear of any lingering chip dust while grimacing.

“Dude, break one of those joints out.” Tommy requests, a cheeky grin on his face. He wipes his hands off with one of the wet napkins in the backseat, something Billy kept back there specifically for Tommy after a particularly harrowing trip to Wing Stop in the past. Y/n chuckles and rolls her eyes, shaking her head playfully at his request.

“No way, you know Billy is paranoid about his car smelling.” Y/n reasons with a mischievous grin. “Just wait till we get to your place, we can hide out in your old treehouse again and smoke.” Tommy huffs exaggeratedly and leans back in his seat, “Why can’t you be like, ‘sure Tommy, we can go outside the car and smoke?’” He mimics Y/n’s tone.

“It’s cold, I’m not freezing my ass off out there.” Y/n laughs, glancing back at him. He scoffs and retorts, “As if the treehouse won’t be cold.”

“That’s different because we can plug in the space heater up there.” Y/n points out. The treehouse was something Tommy and Billy’s dad had built for them before his and Wanda’s divorce. He put extra care and work into making it the best treehouse the boys could ask for. As over the years Vision’s efforts proved themself, the treehouse had held up tremendously well, only thing different was the red paint that began to fade in shades.

Billy exits the store, a plastic bag in his hand as he enters the car, passing the bag to Tommy to deal out.

“Ew, did you get sparkling water? What are you?” Tommy playfully mocks his twin, passing the bottle up to Y/n so she can put it in the cupholder. At his words, he receives a chuckle from the woman and a glare from Billy through the rearview mirror. “Gay,” Y/n responds for Billy, “He’s gay.” Snorting when Billy smacks her upper arm in a playful scold. Tommy snickers, passing Y/n her monster from the bag before cracking open his own Redbull.

“Says the other gay,” Billy quips, his lips quirking upwards. Y/n grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Takes one to know one.” She jokes, cracking open her can and taking a sip.

Billy and Tommy laugh at her words, settling back in their seats for the rest of the journey. Billy buckles back in his seat, beginning to drive again. Their trip to the Maximoff household is almost complete, only a few more hours ahead of them. The winter clouds brewing a snowstorm above them, dimming the daylight that remained. The heat of the car warmed Y/n’s cheeks, her eyes turning heavy and tired with the comfort. The sound of Britney Spears echoing in the car and filling the silence. Her eyes settled on the fields passing by, and it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and soft snores emitted from her.

A few hours later, the tires roll into the driveway, the snow quietly crunching beneath their weight. As Billy pulls the car into park, Tommy reaches up into the passenger seat, delivering a firm but gentle hit to the woman’s arm to wake her. The trio exit the car, collecting their belongings before making their way to the front door. It was painted a bright white with royal blue detailings and a golden doorknob to compliment the colors. A green christmas wreath with bells and ribbons hung from the center. Billy went to grab his keys from his pocket, but before he had the opportunity to pull them out, the door flew open.

Wanda stood before them, a big excited grin on her face as she opened her arms for her boys. She was wearing a grey christmas sweater with black reindeer patterns, a pair of black leggings and fuzzy socks on her feet. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, a small flick of flour littering her cheek. The big grin on her face dwindled slightly at the sight of the familiar y/h/c in front of her. Nonetheless, forcing the grin again to welcome them.

“Boys! Hug your mother!” She teases, pulling the twins into her arms. A small tinge of annoyance tweaked at the back of her mind, not knowing her boys were gonna have a guest with them. Her least favorite one at that. When they pull away from the hug, Wanda gives the best fake smile she can produce. Her green eyes looked the younger woman up and down, taking in her appearance. The younger woman was in jeans, a hoodie, and an old worn out winter hat, no jacket despite the cold temperatures.

“Hi, Ms. Maximoff,” Y/n pipes up with an awkward smile and a half wave. Not really knowing what to do, especially under the older woman’s intimidating gaze.

“Y/n, nice to see you again. Are you staying with us for Winter break?” She asks, praying the answer was no, but not getting her hopes up entirely. She knew that the chances of the girl coming for a quick visit was very unlikely. “Yeah, we didn’t want her to be alone in the dorms for Christmas.” Billy informs, trying to make his mother seek a little empathy for the girl once he notices the look in Wanda’s eyes. At the words, Wanda’s annoyance dwindles slightly, showing some understanding. She gives the warmest smile she can, opening the door to let them all in. “C’mon, don’t want anyone getting a cold, do we?” She says, nodding her head to gesture to them to come in. Wanda slightly grimacing at the whiff of weed on the younger woman’s hoodie as she passes through.

The group piles in, slipping their shoes off by the door before making their ways to set their belongings in their respective rooms. Y/n silently cursing the fact that the guest room was next to Wanda’s room instead of next to the boys. It would make hiding from Wanda a little harder than anticipated. Y/n sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, mind flicking through anxious thoughts as she eyed her backpack. She grabbed a joint out, making her way into the bathroom connected between the guest room and Wanda’s. Locking both doors and cracking open the bathroom window, Y/n lights her joint. Letting her anxious worries turn into a comforting euphoria as she leaned against the wall, blowing the smoke out the window. Exhaling her worries out with grey puffs. Anxious thoughts dwindling, it wouldn’t be too hard to stay out of Wanda’s way right? All Y/n had to do was stick to the guest room or stick to Billy and Tommy like a parasite. It wasn’t that Wanda was too intimidating to be around. Maybe it was- despite the point, Wanda was stunning. Y/n didn’t do great around pretty women, she turned into a blubbering blushing mess. And especially older women, and Wanda hit both points dead center. She was absolutely stunning, effortlessly so. As Y/n smoked, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander thoughts of the older woman. How cute that speck of flour on her cheek looked, the whimsical pastel gingerbread men on her fluffy socks, every quirk and trait that had Y/n enamored-

'No- no, absolutely not enamored, this is my best friend’s mother for gods sake.'

Wanda was taking the cookies out of the oven, her mind sorting through her thoughts as she set the baking sheets on the stovetop. She began using a spatula to take the cookies off and set them on the drying racks. But the question lingering in her mind is, why didn’t Y/n have anywhere to go? She knew that Y/n never really mentioned her family but Wanda just chalked that up to the younger woman being a rather private person. From what Wanda had observed being around her, Y/n didn’t talk much, only jutting in with the boys when they’re joking around. Wanda knew nothing about her besides the fact that the younger woman was an English major that liked smoking the good kush and was unreasonably good at Mario Kart. That last one she learned when the boys came home for a weekend with her and they all ended up playing a few rounds while Wanda sat on the couch and observed with a content smile. As much as Wanda disliked the younger woman, she was a good kid despite the smoking. Y/n was always a help after supper, offering to do the dishes up as a ‘thank you’, cleaning up after herself, just random chores to help. Maybe, Wanda could try to make peace with the woman. Maybe a few weeks of winter break with her boys and Y/n couldn’t be so bad… Right? She just needed to try to be more understanding, maybe get to know her better. It was for the boys sake, right? Not the fact that she did find the younger woman attractive and a little endearing. Especially with how nervous and bashful she looks whenever Wanda is around, or that cute glimmer in her eyes when she won Mario Kart last time. What was she thinking? It's her son's friend, she can't think like that.

Then the scent hit her.

Wanda ran over to the oven, whipping it open and using an oven mit to take out the last tray of cookies. Slightly burnt and crispy as they clung on to the baking sheet. A small unconscious pout falling on her lips, her brows furrowing as she sets them on the oven. Turning off the oven and shutting it closed. “Damn it,” Wanda mutters, tossing the oven mit on the counter before making her way over to the cookies on the drying rack. Their gold hue mocking the burnt ones. Letting out a sigh, she turned to walk out of the kitchen to give them time to cool down. As she makes her way up the stairs, a faint smile graces her lips, hearing her boys chat in their room as they unpack. She goes to her bedroom to grab her phone off it’s charger, but pauses in her steps. Her nose tipping up as she sniffs the air, smelling something familiar, something burning. Her eyes widen slightly as she makes her way to the connected bathroom, knocking heavily.

“Y/n, you better not be smoking in my house!” She calls through the door, annoyance peeking through her tone.

Y/n freezes, eyes wide in fear and embarrassment of being caught. Quickly snubbing the joint out in the sink and stuffing the remaining half in her hoodie pocket. Panic filling her mind, what happens when she leaves this bathroom? Is she gonna be kicked out? Is she gonna get a lecture from Wanda?

She didn’t know, but boy was she scared to find out. But she took a deep breath, mustering up her courage before unlocking the door and opening it, revealing the brunette before her. Wanda’s eyebrow quirked as the scent grew stronger.

“Hiiii, Wanda.” Y/n drawls out, giving a guilty smile, sheepishly lowering her head to brace for the woman’s reaction. But to her surprise, a small laugh breaks past Wanda’s lips.

That guilty smile tugged at Wanda’s heartstrings in a way she couldn’t help. A small smile that Wanda tried to fight back, and a hint of amusement in her eyes, but she quickly tries to cover both.

“If you’re gonna smoke, go outside.” She reminds, lightly flicking the younger woman in the forehead before entering the bathroom to light a candle to get rid of the smell. Y/n’s eyes widen almost comically, surprised that Wanda didn’t raise her voice.

“Sorry, I know.” Y/n’s cheeks flush pink as she scratches at the back of her neck. Her eyes following as the older woman enters her bedroom again, standing before her.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me catch you again.” Wanda hums playfully, “Now c’mon, I need you and the boys to help me decorate all those cookies, wouldn't want my baking to be for not.” Nodding her head towards the door with a small smile, Wanda heads out into the hall.

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Authors Note- Okay, how are we feeling?

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #b0ng05

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b0ng05 · 1 month ago

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Okay, been cookin' up a holiday special with Milf!Wanda Maximoff x stoner! reader

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #b0ng05

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It'll Be Okay

Celina Juarez x reader - Angst

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Prompt: Celina and Y/n are in a secret relationship, but when an earthquake hits, it comes out that the two are together.

Word Count: 1807

Warnings: Injuries

Also, Not Proofread 💅

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Y/n parked her car in her usual parking spot. It was a bright and sunny day in Los Angeles, not a hint of miserable weather to be seen. She climbed out of her car, tossing her backpack over her shoulder as she began to walk to the front door of the precinct. A smile creeps up her face as she hears the sound of sneakers running up behind her. A familiar ravenette pops up next to her, two cups of coffee in her hands as she speeds up her pace.

“You excited for the meeting today?” Celina teases, a playful grin on her lips as she finally catches up and bumps arms with Y/n. Y/n laughs, “As excited as I would be to encounter a starving lion.” Y/n jokes, bumping Celina back. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I got you coffee,” Celina grins, passing the woman the other coffee in her hands.

“What would I do without you?” Y/n sighs with a loving grin, taking the hot cup of coffee from her. Celina pulls the woman over between two empty cop cars so they were out of sight of anyone else. “Be grumpy and mean without your daily caffeine,” Celina teases before looking around to make sure they weren’t spotted by anyone before kissing her sweetly. Y/n smiles into the kiss, her hand reaching up to caress Celina’s cheek. “I’d be grumpy and mean without my daily you.” Y/n corrects with a cheeky grin, pointer finger booping her nose.

“My god that was cheesy,” Celina playfully groaned before guiding the woman back to their walk to the entrance of the precinct. Y/n opens the door for her, their eyes stuck in an adoring gaze as Celina walks through. Two lovers caught in a fond haze that made them both look stupidly giddy as they walked in.

“Hey you two,” Lucy teases as she spots them walking in the doors, a knowing look in her eyes. “Hey, Chen.” Y/n smiles, trying to ignore the blush that crawled up her neck at Lucy’s teasing tone. Lucy being the only one that knew of their relationship, having been Celina’s roommate, the relationship was extremely difficult to hide from her. “Where’s my coffee?” Lucy jokes, playfully bumping Celina’s shoulder, making the woman roll her eyes with a grin.

Once they all headed their separate ways, Captain Bishop called everyone to a meeting, the room being so crowded that half the officers attending had to stand due to a lack of chairs. He was addressing a sting that was being run by a detective that required all hands on deck. It was a bust of a bunch of drug traffickers that also had a few hostages in their building. Y/n and Celina had heard about the bust earlier that week, being friends with Detective Lopez had its perks when it came to being in the know.

As Captain Bishop was about to begin his speech to the precinct, the ground began to rumble angrily, walls shaking and objects falling. The officers ran for cover under tables and doorways, Lucy running to stand with Tim in one of the doorways. Y/n attempted to run over to one of the tables for cover, but the earthquake's tremors grew stronger. The building quaking violently, pieces of the ceiling falling from their place onto the unsuspecting officer below. The lights flashing on and off with each rumble temporarily shrouding the officers in darkness. Screams of pain and terror ring out as the natural disaster takes its onslaught.

As the earthquake begins to subside, everyone scrambles to their feet, checking their fellow officers for injuries. Lucy and Tim rush to check on Captain Bishop and John who were struck down by debris, both only having minor injuries. Celina gets up from under one of the tables, scanning the damage around the room. The precinct was disheveled, debris littering the ground, broken glass scattered, lights fallen or half hung. Coffee coating the floors stickily from uncovered mugs and cups.

“Is everyone alright?” Captain Bishop calls out, hearing a chorus of yes’s and no’s. The no’s mostly from Smitty who was unharmed but ready to go home as per usual. “Wait- wait-! Where’s Y/l/n?” Celina panics, eyes frantically searching the room for the woman who she walked in with. All eyes fell on Celina and then to the piles of rubble in the middle of the room. Strangled breaths heard from one of the hazardous piles.

Y/n gasped for breath, her hands frantically trying to shove the debris off of her but to no avail. The large chunk of ceiling that fell down onto her was suffocating. Her body ached with each desperate gasp for breath. Her hands smacking against the debris atop her to get their attention. Bones broken and body bruised, blood running from fresh wounds. Her cries and frantic gasps as she tries to free herself from the rubble don’t go unnoticed though, Celina hearing the familiar voice.

Celina sprinted over, bending down to try and push the heavy pieces off the woman. “John! Help me!” Celina wails out, her hands desperately clawing at the debris that covered her girlfriend. John, Tim and some fellow officers running over to aid the rescue. “Come on, come on! I know, I know, I know, baby, I got you,” Celina tries to sooth, not caring about the cuts that the sharp rubble scratched into her hands nor outting their relationship. All she cared about was freeing the woman she loved. “Help me!” The dark haired woman screams, not satisfied with the speed of the rescue of her girlfriend. More officers running in to help free the woman. Tears slipping down Celina’s cheeks as she refocuses on her girlfriend, hands pushing the woman’s hair out of her face, trying to keep her calm as they work to free her. “You’re gonna be okay, mi amor.” She stutters out, her voice cracking in fear and worry. Y/n’s eyes locked onto Celina’s, mute sobs leaving her mouth as tears slipped down her face. Her hand frantically reaching out for Celina’s and holding onto it tightly. A cough of blood leaving Y/n’s mouth as a piece of debris shifts on top of her.

“Someone dispatch a damn ambulance!” Tim shouts, glaring back at some officers who stood by uselessly and watched in shock. Lucy ran out of the room to grab one of the first aids from the front desk. Tim and John lead the fellow officers as they struggle to lift the chunk of debris off the woman, chucking it to the side as the sound of an ambulance approaching fills their ears. “You’re gonna be okay, baby.” Celina reassures, tears flooding her vision. She wasn’t sure whether she was reassuring Y/n or herself at this point. John gently places his hand on Celina’s shoulder, softly pushing her back as Lucy and Tim work on temporarily stopping the bleeding that gushed from Y/n’s torn up thigh. A piece of metal had slashed her thigh open when they had moved the rubble, that accompanied with the crippling pain of the woman’s broken bones was enough to have her fading in and out of consciousness.

“It’s gonna be okay, Celina.” John softly states, bringing the woman into a hug as she sobs. Her eyes unable to look away from the sight of her bloodied girlfriend. John does her the favor of shifting their positions while they hug so she can’t see the gory view. Paramedics rush into the building, quickly making their way to the woman that was splayed across the floor. Working her onto a backboard before lifting her onto the gurney.

“Come on, I’ll drive you to the hospital.” John says, wrapping his arm around the sobbing woman’s shoulders as he guides her out to his shop. His heart aching at the sight of Celina so distraught, he never knew she was dating Y/n, but he could see just how much she meant to her. As Celina gets into the passenger side of the car, her eyes couldn’t seem to leave the window. Her mind is too busy imagining all the possible scenarios and outcomes that could happen, manifesting only the best, but her anxiety unconsciously mongering up her worst fears in her head. She didn’t want to lose her girlfriend, how could a day start out so sweet just to flip and turn into one of the worst days of her life?

“Celina-” John calls out, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he faces the woman. The car had been parked a while ago, Celina too lost in her thoughts to have noticed. “Hey, you alright? I know it’s a stupid question, but you’ve been staring off for a really long time.” He asks, patting the woman’s shoulder in sympathy. “Yeah, I’m just scared.” She mumbles, her voice raspy from screaming and crying. John nods in understanding. “I get that. But thinking about the ‘what ifs’ will only drive you crazy. Try to be brave for Y/n. She must be scared too, right?.” John advises, giving her a sympathetic smile, trying to comfort her the best he could. He climbs out of the car, walking around to the other side to open the door for Celina.

Celina takes a deep breath, nodding at his words. She can be brave for Y/n. She climbs out of the car, walking with John into the emergency room. The hospital was cold, the air smelt an annoying amount of clean. Her heart beats out of her chest as they sit down in the waiting room. The chair was old and the fabric far worn, the color faded to a dull blue-ish green. Her knee couldn’t stop bouncing. Something John took note of, trying to comfortingly rub her shoulder to ease some of her worries. The atmosphere didn’t help. Due to the earthquake, the hospital was packed. With both patients and family that waited for news that would alter their future. Celina’s breaths were shaky as her mind ran with worry, praying the surgeon would make their way to them with an update of some kind. What if Y/n was hurt worse than they had thought? What if she didn’t make it? What if she-

“Celina, I’m gonna run and grab us coffee, I’ll be back.” John pats Celina’s shoulder softly before getting up to grab them their drinks. He knew this would be a long night for Celina, and he wanted to be there for her.

Celina sighed, running a hand over her hair to smooth it down. Tears brimming in her eyes but she forced them back. Her knee bounced anxiously, she felt worried, nearly sick to her stomach with fear. She could only hold hope that It’ll Be Okay.

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Authors Note- Do we want a part 2?

#celina juarez x fem reader #celina juarez x reader #celina juarez #the rookie

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b0ng05 · 2 months ago

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Sam:*Cuddling in bed with Y/n* Hey... Babe, I've been wanting to try something new in bed.

Y/n: Alright, but if we're roleplaying I call being Beaker if you're Kermit. But I'm holding the face the entire time.

Sam:... What the fuck?

Y/n: is that- is that not where you were going with that?

Sam: Nowhere fucking near-

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x fem reader

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Jealous - Sam Carpenter

(Angst/Fluff)

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Prompt: Y/n gets jealous after she sees how Sam and Danny interact. On their way home, Y/n and Sam start to argue in the car.

Word Count: 1474

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Sam’s foot slams down on the break and her head whips over to look at me. My eyes averting to the window, trying to avoid hers. “Did you seriously just say that?” Sam scoffs, looking at me expectantly. “Yes.” I give a curt nod, crossing my arms.

“You’re seriously starting a fight over this? Real mature.” Sam rolls her eyes, before turning her attention back to pulling out of the parking lot. “Are you kidding me Sam? I voiced my opinion on how I felt about Danny. If you can’t have an adult conversation about feelings, pull over.” I huff, biting my cheek to hold back.

“You’re getting jealous over our neighbor and I’m the bad guy?” Sam let’s out a humorless chuckle. “With the way you feed into his flirting,” I seethe, reaching to unbuckle my seatbelt but my wrist is caught by Sam before I could.

“I do not feed into his flirting! He doesn’t even flirt with me!” Sam rolls her eyes again, adjusting her hold on my wrist into holding my hand. “He does! And I don’t wanna sit here and keep arguing about it if you aren’t going to actually hear me.” My hand attempts to slip away from Sam’s but she keeps her hold tight.

Sam pulls the car over on the side of the road, putting it in park before turning her attention to me. Her hand reaches over and gently turns my chin to look at her. She takes a deep breath, collecting her words as her deep brown eyes stare into mine, calculating how to react in a productive way. She lets out a breath before speaking as softly and lovingly as possible.

“I’m sorry if you feel like I wasn’t listening to you. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just could never see Danny in that way, and it was just starting to frustrate me that I haven’t made you feel secure enough to trust that.” Sam explains, softly caressing my cheek. “I love you, so much. I promise nothing is gonna happen between me and Danny. Nor has anything ever happened between us. And whatever you need me to do to help you feel secure in that, I’ll do it, no hesistation.” Sam whispers, kissing my cheek delicately. Her thumb softly rubbing along my cheekbone.

My bottom lip trembles a bit and I unbuckle my seatbelt so I can lean over and hug her easier. She wraps her arms around me the best she can with the middle console between us. My face tucked into the crook her neck. “I’m sorry for arguing, Sammy. I love you too.” My words muffled as I press my face into the soft cloth of her hoodie. She lets out a light chuckle, kissing the crown of my forehead, and softly rubbing circles on the small of my back.

“Are we okay?” She whispers. I nod, giving her neck a small kiss before pulling away. I reach up and caress her cheek. “I hate when we argue.” I mumble, leaning up to kiss her. She kisses back before she gently pushes me back into my seat, her arm reaching around me to grab my seatbelt and buckle me back in.

“I feel like I need to leash you. You’re a flight risk.” Sam lightheartedly teases, moving back into position so she can drive. “If you leash me, I’ll be even more tempted to run, just so you have to chase me.” I joke, poking her bicep.

“A new way for me to get my cardio in,” Sam plays along, a subtle grin poking the corner of her lips. Her eyes focusing on the road as she begins driving again. “Yeah? And what if I drop to the floor and refuse to move?” I hypothesize, a cheeky grin on my face.

“You know I have no problem with carrying you,” Sam jests, entertwining her free hand with mine. “Yeah and that definitely won’t look strange to a passersby,” I tease, lifting our hands so I can kiss the back of Sam’s.

“I wouldn’t be too concerned with them,” Sam says, a subtle smirk lifting her lips. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?” I ask, playing with the fingers of her free hand as she drives. “I’d be too busy thinking about your punishment for being a brat in public,” Sam smirks, her hand slipping from mine to caress my upper thigh, her cold rings causing a pleasurable shiver to run straight to my core.

“What kind of punishment?” I ask, biting my lower lip as the prurient actions of her hand run higher up my thigh. Her fingers tease up and under my skirt, her hand moving to cup my core over my panties, fingers running over the dampened fabric, rolling around my clit, leaving me with a desperate desire in my lower half.

“Thinking about you bent over my lap, and me, spanking your pretty little ass red.” Sam licks her lips, her dark eyes focused on the road as she drives. I squirm in my seat, her amorous words making my desire grow tenfold. The drive had begun to feel like hours despite only being minutes. Her words creating an image in my mind that I wanted desperately to recreate.

“You like that idea, huh, pretty girl?” Sam teases, her hand slipping under my panties, her finger swiping through my folds feeling the surplus of wetness. “Mhm~,’ I let out a soft moan at her actions, my hips bucking towards her hand but before I can even hope for more, her hand is crudely swiped away. My eyes dart over to her, watching as her finger slips between her lips, tongue swirling around her digit, licking it clean as she hums at the taste. Her eyes momentarily closing before glancing at me with a dark look that I knew well.

“God, I can’t wait to get you home, honey.” Sam’s hand moves back to grab my thigh and give it a light squeeze. “Drive faster,” I mumble, flustered by the older woman. My cheeks a shade of red and my thighs clenching together.

“You don’t get to make demands, baby,” Sam smirks, her fingers teasing up and down my thigh. The torturous teasing continued as Sam drove us back home. When she finally parked the car, I was quick to remove my seatbelt and get out of the car.

“Someone’s eager,” Sam teases, slapping my ass I walk passed her to go into the lobby of the apartment building. “You can’t tease me and expect me not to dart off,” I call to her, glancing back with a mischievous smirk. I giggle as I walk faster to the elevator. “Like I said, flight risk.” Sam calls back with a grin, easily catching up with longer strides. When she gets in the elevator with me, she presses the button for our floor, waiting until the doors closed to strike. When we start to descend up, Sam pins me against the cool metal of the wall, one hand on my hip, the other resting beside my head. “Maybe the leash could still be in play here,” Sam teases. I blush as I reach up to tug her collar down for a kiss. It starts out slow but quickly heats into something much more passionate. Sadly being interrupted by the ding of the elevator doors opening.

“Come on,” Sam whispers, grabbing my hand in hers to guide us down the hallway to our apartment. I kissed along her shoulder as she unlocked the front door, “You can’t wait, can you?” Sam teases, giving a light teasing pinch to my behind as I walk through the door. I give a small yelp at the pinch, playfully smacking her hand as I turn around. “Admit it, you can’t either.” I muse, watching as she locks the door back up before she turns to me.

“Oh, baby, I never said I could.” Sam smirks, coming closer and wrapping her arms around my waist. She taps my thighs, signally me to jump. I comply and Sam easily lifts me. My legs wrapping around her waist, arms around the back of her neck as her hands rest on my ass. I playfully raise an eyebrow at her hand placement. Sam catches the look and lets out a small huff of laughter, “Can’t blame me, that skirt does things to me.”

I playfully roll my eyes at her words, kiss her cheek sweetly. “Carry me to bed already,” I tease, “Then I can do other things to you in this skirt.” Sam laughs and gives my ass a small squeeze before starting to make carry me to our bedroom. The rest of the night filled with Sam proving me to that I had absolutely no reason to be jealous over some dude.

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Sorry - Sam Carpenter x Reader

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Prompt: After a nasty breakup, Sam can't help herself. She drives back to Y/n's apartment, debating if she should bother knocking.

Word Count: 1444

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Sam sat in her car, eyes focused on the raindrops that cascade down her windshield. The air conditioning still running despite the miserable weather. The cold air painfully drying the tears that slipped from her tired dark brown eyes. The radio muted as Sam sat in silence, the only sounds were her shaky breaths and the dripping of rain on her car. Her hand shaking as it indecisively grips the door handle. Her body wanted her to get out, but her mind knew better. She was outside Y/n’s apartment.

The pair had broken up a week ago after a nasty argument that ended with Y/n storming out of Sam’s apartment. The argument was over something stupid, Y/n had wanted to go out with a few of her coworkers to the bar and Sam didn’t want Y/n to go. Due to the frat party incident with Tara, Sam didn’t particularly feel fond of the idea of her girlfriend going somewhere, with what to her are, strangers, and getting drunk. What Sam expected from the argument was for her girlfriend to give in and stay home. Instead, she got broken up with, Y/n stated she didn’t want to be with someone who couldn’t even trust her to go out with friends. The truth made Sam's heart ache. It was true, she had a tendency to push off Y/n's friends and not let her go out most nights. Sam had gotten used to sleeping every night with her girlfriend in her arms, without her, she hadn’t been getting much sleep. Sam wasn’t someone who gave in and admitted they were wrong easily, but after a week of sleepless nights, drinking and crying, she was about ready to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

Sam was startled out of her conflicted haze when a knock on the glass window of the passenger door echoes out. She squinted to try and make out the face through the rain coated glass and the dark of the night. Her eyes widen as she realized who it was, the one woman she desperately wanted to see. Sam rolled down the window, rain pelting in at the seat as she does so. Awkwardly smiling at the woman outside the car as she wiped away her tears.

“Sam, unlock the door, I’m not standing in the damn rain.” Y/n huffs, shivering at the icy rain that doused her hoodie. Sam hastily nods as she clumsily pushes the button to unlock the doors. “Sorry,” Sam uttered, scratching the back of her neck as the woman climbs into the car. Once Y/n shuts the door behind her, Sam locks the doors once more. “What are you doing here, Sam?” Y/n asks, rolling up the window as she tries to cover herself from the rain that pelted through. Sam reaches over to turn the heat up to spare the poor woman from the cold, chewing her bottom lip as she tries to think of the words to explain her stalkerish actions. “I miss you… And I’m sorry. I'm an idiot.” Sam mumbles, her gaze flicking between Y/n and the raindrops of the windshield.

Y/n sighs, her hand reaching to hold Sam’s hand that rested in her lap. “I miss you too. But we always do this.” Y/n reaches over to turn Sam’s face to look at her. Their eyes meet in a loving but knowing stare. “I need to know now, Samantha. When are you gonna start trusting me? I mean, is this ever gonna change? Because you can’t expect me to never hang out with anyone besides you and your sister.” Y/n asks. Sam takes both of Y/n’s hands in hers, her thumbs softly tracing the backs of her hands.

“I do trust you. I promise, I swear I’m gonna change. I’m serious. I- I just, I get scared. You know what happened to me and Tara, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna go out, and Ghostface is gonna come back, and- what if I’m not there to save you? I couldn’t live with myself if me and my past is what gets you hurt. I just- I worry, baby.” Sam tears up once more, she kisses the back of Y/n’s hands.

“Sammy,” Y/n whispers, her tone sympathetic for the woman before her, her brows furrowed slightly. She moves over the middle console to sit in the woman’s lap, her arms wrapping around the back of Sam’s neck to pull her into a hug. Sam let her tears fall free as she clutches Y/n tight, her arms wrapped around the younger woman’s waist. “I’m not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to me, okay? If something did, you’d be the first person to know, okay?” Y/n tries to console, stroking the woman’s hair. She places gentle kisses on Sam’s forehead, letting the woman cry into her chest.

“Okay...I’m so sorry baby.” Sam sighs through a few teary breaths. Her fingers gently traced along Y/n’s spine. Y/n strokes Sam’s hair, holding her close as Sam tries to calm down.

“Shh it’s okay, honey,” Y/n whispers, gently pulling Sam’s face from her shoulder. Y/n caresses her cheeks as their eyes meet. Sam’s tired brown eyes, still a little teary and red. “Do you got an umbrella in here?” Y/n asks, glancing at the side doors of the car.

“No? Why?” Sam sniffles, confused at the woman’s question.

“Well I’m not letting my girlfriend sit in a cold car, crying. Come on, we’ll get dried off and go to bed, hm?” Y/n offers a small smile, kissing Sam’s cheek.

"Girlfriend?" Sam asks. Y/n nods, caressing her cheek. A smile grows on Sam’s face for the first time that week, she brings Y/n down for a kiss before opening the car door so Y/n can get out first. What neither of them had paid attention to was just how bad it started pouring. Y/n laughs as she jumps out, her feet padding back and forth on the parking lot as she tries to keep herself warm.

“Come on, Sammy.” Y/n squeals, pulling Sam from the car faster. Sam laughs, shutting the car door and locking it before both of them book it towards the front door of the apartment complex. Sam quickly whips open the door for Y/n, both of them pausing in the lobby of the complex, drenched by the unrelenting rain.

“It’s brutal out there,” Sam let’s out a breathless laugh as she takes Y/n’s hand in hers, both of them walking towards the elevator.

“You don’t say?” Y/n muses sarcastically, glancing at both of their outfits. Sam chuckles and nudges her shoulder as they get on the elevator, Y/n pressing the 3rd floor button.

“I do say so myself,” Sam quips, a grin on her face as she pulls Y/n into her arms. Y/n lets out a high pitched groan as Sam’s wet hoodie presses against the side of her face. “You’re lucky I love you.” Y/n smiles despite herself.

“I love you too, beautiful.” Sam smiles, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s forehead, her heart feeling complete again. But that feeling reminded her of her actions once more, though she had apologized already, a guilt still ate way.

“I’m sorry about our fight. It was stupid of me to get mad at you.” Sam admits, rubbing small circles on the woman’s back. Y/n smiles up at her and pokes her cheek. “Quit apologizing, you promised to make the efforts to ease up on the overprotectiveness. That’s all I needed, baby. And... I'm sorry too, I overreacted.”

“You and a good nap is all I need.” Sam smiles back lazily, her ears perking at the sound of the elevator ding. A glimmery of joy in her tired eyes, knowing she was so close to getting a comfort she so desperately missed. They exit the elevator, walking down the hall to Y/n’s apartment. Sam rests her chin on Y/n’s shoulder, her arms wrapped snuggly around the woman’s waist. Y/n’s hands worked to unlock the door, once it’s open, she takes Sam’s hand in hers walking them inside. Sam shuts the door behind her, double locking it. She followed Y/n back to her room, stripping off her wet clothes till she’s left in a t-shirt and boxers. Y/n changes into a drier set of pajamas before curling up under the covers, holding her arms outstretched for Sam to join her.

“I missed you so much, Y/n/n.” Sam smiles, laying on top of her. Her arms wrapping cozily around her waist, nuzzling her face into the crook of Y/n’s neck. “I missed you too, Sammy.” Y/n yawns, holding Sam close as the two cuddle. Sam's eyes flutter shut, finally reveling in the peaceful embrace of sleeping in her lover's arms.

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