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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months ago

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Dogs III

Keira Walsh x Laura Feiersinger x Child!Reader

Summary: You meet Laura

"She's a kid," Keira says," Not a bomb. You don't have to be so worried."

Laura sits at her kitchen table, back ramrod straight as she taps her nails anxiously against the wooden finish. Her knee bounces as she glances at the door.

The custody schedule for you between Lucy and Keira is fairly fluid. It mainly follows Narla's custody schedule but you can still decide to stay a day or two extra at your other mother's house if you want to.

You were with Lucy and Ona this week and now's the swap over so you're coming back to Keira.

Laura had timed her visits to overlap with your weeks with Lucy just because the boundaries were always a little blurry. Keira had never expressed an interest in having the two of you meet, especially not so early in the relationship.

Laura assumes that there were lots of talks between Lucy and Keira about how to approach your interactions with their partners. With Ona now at Barcelona with you, it was difficult to keep you away.

Keira's described you as highly social so there was no way you'd just avoid someone so, with your meeting with Ona imminent, Keira had put out feelers to see if Laura would have liked to meet you too.

She had gotten into this relationship knowing that Keira had a kid. It was hard not to know when the whole community (players and fans) had blown up one day when you'd been revealed to the public. Laura hadn't gotten into this relationship with the idea of never interacting with you.

She thought she was ready but now all she can think about is how anxious she feels.

The ring of the doorbell feels like a death sentence and Laura remains rooted in her seat as Keira goes to open the door.

"Mummy!" You cheer, slamming into her legs to hug her tight.

Keira stumbles a little, her hand moving to cup the back of your head with a soft smile on her face. "Hi, pup."

"She's had breakfast," Lucy says, unclipping Narla's leash to let her run free in the house," And she's got a few leftover snacks from yesterday."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Oh! And we went to the carnival yesterday and Ona won her a few stuffed animals so they're in her bag."

"I'll chuck them in the washer," Keira says, grabbing your bag," Who knows how long those toys were hanging up there."

"I'm going to head off then. I'll see you at training on Monday."

"Pup!" Keira calls," Mum's going now! Say goodbye."

"Bye, Mum!" You chirp," Love you!"

"Love you too."

The dance swings shut and Laura's breathing picks up a little bit.

You're a bit preoccupied with Keira and don't even seem to have noticed Laura sitting there.

Keira's crouched down at your height as she looks through your overnight bag and all the new toys you have as you try to explain each one and how Ona won it for you.

"Hey," Keira says softly," I want you to meet someone."

You frown, head cocking to the side in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, you know how like Mum and Ona are dating now?"

"I like Ona," You say," Has puppy called Coco."

Keira nods. "Well, I'm dating someone too and I'd like you to meet her."

Laura holds her breath. She'd been warned in advance about meeting you. She knew that you hadn't exactly taken well to Ona at first. She's prepared herself for this kind of thing.

Little steps first.

Keira turns you around and points at her.

"This is Laura, my girlfriend."

You frown at her, hair swaying as your head tilts even further to one side. "Is Laura?"

"Yep. This is Laura."

"Play football too?"

"Does Laura play football too?"

"Yes."

"She does," Keira says," She plays for Austria."

You frown deepens. "Austria is country? Like England?"

"That's right."

You take a step towards Laura, wandering over until there's barely any space between you, head tilted up to stare.

"You like puppies?"

"Er...yes, I do."

Laura crosses her fingers.

You don't talk for a moment before a massive smile appears on your face. "I love puppies!" You point at your t-shirt. "See! Puppy on my top! Is called a King Charles puppy!"

You seem so excited now and Laura feels all of the tension melt away as you rock back and forth on your feet, waffling on and on about dogs.

"We have puppy!" You tell her," My Narla!" You turn around. "Narla! Narla!"

Narla pokes her head up from where she's made herself comfortable on the sofa and you shoot off to get her.

"See," Keira teases," She's not that scary."

"I don't know," Laura jokes back," Any kid with that much knowledge about dogs is a little scary. She's so tiny. Where does she keep it all?"

You haul Narla off the sofa and into your arms, toddling back to Laura.

"Is my Narla!" You tell her and Laura has to smother her laughter at how resigned Narla is to this treatment," Mum says is West Highland Terrier! She's pretty!"

Narla huffs a little bit and cranes her head back to lick you on the nose, sending you into a peel of giggles.

"Why don't you put Narla down?" Keira asks gently," And go and find your big dog book for Laura? I'm sure she wants to learn about other dogs too."

You nod quickly, placing Narla gently on the floor before you're off like a shot to your room.

"She's got a big dog book?"

Keira nods. "Every breed in the world. She likes having it read for her bedtime story. I think I might have memorised it by now."

You come sliding into the room, both of your arms wrapped around your dog encyclopaedia.

Laura slips off her chair and goes down to your height, smiling at just how excited you are.

"So many puppies," You say," What you want to see first?"

Laura glances back at Keira, who nods, before smiling back at you, getting comfortable on the floor.

"Why don't you show me your favourite breed?"

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 months ago

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shared trauma ~ logan howlett; marvel

word count: 3466

request?: no

description: in which she sneaks away to help them return home, and ends up bonding with the brute with knives in his hands

pairing: logan howlett x female!reader

warnings: swearing, some deadpool & wolverine spoilers, trauma bonding, wade wilson being wade wilson, a good ending

masterlist (one, two, three)

Getting out of Cassandra's compound wasn't as hard as the Others thought. Not when you shut up and played by her rules. She trusted everyone who worked under her enough to let us come and go as we pleased, mainly because she knew we were scared enough of Alioth to come back and be under her control.

The Others also weren't as hidden as they thought. At least, not from me. Lucky for them, I was the only telepath in Cassandra's army, because Johnny's mind gave away everything about the Others without even knowing I could hear him.

When it got dark and mostly everyone had turned in, I snuck out of the compound. I could see the hiding place of the Others in my head, and I knew it would take me a long time to get there on foot, but I needed to get there. There was something about these variants - this Deadpool and this Wolverine - that was different. They may be the key to my freedom from Cassandra. Maybe to all of our freedoms.

I travelled for so long that my legs burned and I felt like I was going to pass out, but I got there. Immediately I was hit with the sounds of several brains, all thinking about a plan to take down Cassandra. All except one, but it was hard to make out what was going on in that head over the wounds of everyone else. I pushed into the place, a silence falling over the room as they heard me enter. I winced with every step I took down the stairs. When I appeared in the doorway, I was greeted by a barrage of weapons.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, putting my hands up.

"You're one of hers," Blade stated.

"I came alone," I insisted. "I...technically snuck out."

"How did you find us?" Elektra asked.

"Let's just say Johnny Storm's mind was just as loud as his mouth. Look, I'm not here to hurt you guys. I'm here because I think those two - " I nodded to Deadpool and Wolverine " - may be who we need to take Cassandra down."

"And why would you want to take down Cassandra?" Blade questioned. "She's your leader."

"Not by choice. I followed her because I knew it meant survival. But I'm telling you, I see something with those two. I'm clairvoyant as well as a telepath, and when those variants were with Cassandra I could see a fight that ended with her downfall."

The group shared a look. Well, all besides the Wolverine, who was halfway through a bottle of whiskey. He seemed to be ignoring everything going on. I realized his mind was the one I couldn't hear. It was almost like he was trying to block out any thoughts. Not because of me, but because he didn't want to have to think those things.

"We could use a clairvoyant," Elektra pointed out.

"This reading you got form us," Deadpool said. "Did you see all of us winning?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't work like that. Some scenarios aren't definitive, and some are. I saw that we'd fight her, but after that there's a number of different ways it could go. All I saw for sure was that Cassandra was taken down and everyone in the Void was finally free from her reign."

"Sounds like a shit power," Wolverine muttered.

"She could tell us how to avoid the bad paths," Elektra said.

My legs were starting to ache in a way I couldn't handle for much longer. "Can you guys make a decision soon? I walked all the way here and my legs feel like they're about to snap off."

The group, minus Wolverine, shared another look before X-23 - Laura - nodded and said, "We'll give you a bed. Once you're rested, we'll come up with a plan."

~~~~~~

I laid awake that night while everyone else was asleep. We had come up with a plan to attack Cassandra's compound, one that should be mostly successful for everyone if the input from my visions helped at all. Everyone else had gone to bed with hope of a successful mission at sunrise, but I was wide awake with thoughts of going against Cassandra. Unlike everyone else, I had been part of Cassandra's team for a very long time. I had seen the things she did to people who opposed her. Despite the fact that my visions should give us a leg up in this fight, I was still scared of the consequences if we lost.

There was a stir in the air that told me someone was awake. I heard movement and the sound of a glass bottle being picked up. Logan didn't notice as I rolled over to face him. He was already walking up the steps and out of the hideout. It took me all of ten seconds to decide to follow him. This Wolverine may have been a grumpy Gus, but trying to speak with him would be way better than laying in the silent room struggling to sleep.

I followed him into the woods, where he had already started a small fire. He was sat next to it, hunched over with a bottle of Gambit's whiskey. I was shocked there was any whiskey left at this point, but who was I to judge someone else's coping mechanism.

His back straightened when he heard me approaching. "I don't want company."

"Good thing I'm not here to keep you company," I said, sitting next to him but keeping enough space between us. "I'm here to see if you'll share the liquor you're stealing."

To my surprise, he willingly gave me the bottle without hesitation. I took a big mouthful, which proved to be a bad idea when the harsh liquid burned my throat. I winced at the burn and gagged once I had it swallowed. Logan let out a low chuckle. "Not your usual drink of choice, huh?"

"Actually, I've never drank," I responded, passing the bottle back to him. "I was pruned before I was legal drinking age, and Cassandra doesn't have alcohol at her base."

"You nervous to fight your boss tomorrow?"

"She's not my boss. I'm not part of her team by choice. I already said that. You saw Alioth, you saw what he can do. I was young, I was scared, and she promised to keep me safe."

There was a pause. I wouldn't look at him. I knew coming here was a risk. I knew they wouldn't completely trust me. I just wished they would understand I only sided with Cassandra to stay safe and alive.

Logan broke the silence when he asked, "How young?"

"What?"

"You said you were young, below the legal drinking age. How young?"

"I was a teenager," I responded. "Mid-teens, I think."

"What does a teenager do to get themselves sent to this hell hole?"

I shifted in my seat. No one had ever asked me my backstory before, so I never had to reveal what I was most ashamed to admit. "Do you have Hydra in your universe?"

He nodded. I sighed and said, "My parents...they worked for Hydra. They...they let those Hydra scientists experiment on me. Trying to recreate something as powerful as the serum that created Captain America. Except, instead of making me super strong, it gave me the ability to read minds and see the future. Weirdly enough, the TVA doesn't like anyone that can change the future."

"They didn't get you to join them? Seems like your powers would've been perfect for a time variance agency."

I chuckled humorlessly. "That's not how the TVA works."

"You were a kid."

"That's not how the TVA works."

When he didn't respond, I found myself becoming aware of the silence. Like, of the actual silence. I couldn't hear a single thing Logan was thinking. No one could truly block me out. At least, no one I had met. Not even Cassandra could keep me out completely. I looked over at Logan, trying to focus on him, but still I couldn't hear anything.

"I don't like people poking around in my brain, bub."

I smiled a little. "I can't help it usually, but your brain is weirdly silent. No thoughts, Wolvie?"

"They're none of your business."

I left it at that. Despite my abilities, I wasn't one to pry into other people's thoughts. I heard things by accident, but I wasn't searching through people's heads for their trauma. Actually, it was nice to not have Logan's voice in my head. It was true silence that I had not had in years.

"Are you really not coming with us?" I asked him.

"I'm not a hero," he responded.

"You sure about that?" I eyed his yellow suit. "It's not about being a hero, though. It's about going home."

"There is no home for me to go back to."

His mental walls cracked for just a moment then. I could hear something coming from his mind; the faint calling of his name. No, not calling. Screaming. It was multiple voices, but it was just a faint whisper to me. At the same time, an image came through in his mind. It was a woman with red hair and brown eyes. We didn't have any variants of her come through the Void before, but I had recognized her from the minds of other X-Men who I had crossed paths with: Jean Grey.

Just as quickly as those thoughts slipped out, Logan managed to pull them back in. I wasn't sure if he was hiding them from me or from himself, but either way they were gone. I could tell from the look on his face that he knew I had heard something, and he was not very happy that I had.

"You don't have to tell me," I said, my voice soft. "Or...or show me. But whatever it is going on that has you like this, I'm sorry it happened."

His face was hard as stone, but I could see in his eyes that there was a flux of emotions.

"I lost people," he admitted. "Everyone I loved in my universe. It was my fault and...I just couldn't live with that. I did things...things I regret. Things that could never bring those people back."

"You could be reunited with them in another universe."

He shook his head. "It won't be the same. Every other universe already has a Wolverine. The only one that doesn't is the Mouth's, and that's because he died. I couldn't go back there and put them through seeing me and opening up old wounds. Besides, I don't think I could see them again either. Too much guilt."

I could see Jean's face again, just for a moment, before she was gone again. I could feel Logan's grief; his guilt. The more he opened up, the more his mind became easier to read.

I moved closer to him. Not by much, just an inch to test the waters. When he didn't react, I moved closer again until the space between us was almost completely closed. He looked up at me, but for once he didn't have that scowl on his face. He looked curious by my actions more than anything. I didn't try to push his boundaries any further than just being close to him.

"Good people do bad things sometimes," I told him. "It doesn't make you a bad person."

"I'm no hero, kid," he pointed out.

I shrugged. "Neither am I. None of us are here. But that doesn't mean you can't become a hero."

I wasn't sure if it was the whiskey, the fire, or just how close I was to Logan, but I felt a rush of heat washing over my body. I knew I was definitely feel the effects of the alcohol because I was swaying involuntarily. I started to lean in closer to him, but tried to stop myself as best I could. He seemed amused by it, at least, which made me smile more.

I let out a yawn and stood. I stumbled a little, causing Logan to reach out for me to steady me.

"Are you gonna be able to get back on your own?" he asked.

"I think so, but if you see me passed out along the way do me a favor and carry me back," I said. He chuckled and I tried not to beam too much about it.

I started to walk away, or more like stumble I guess, when Logan called, "Did you see me there tomorrow? In your visions?"

I turned back to him and responded, "Maybe. You'll figure that out tomorrow."

~~~~~~

Good news is, the battle at Cassandra's hideout went well. We took down every one of her cronies, and when Cassandra had left with the army of Deadpools to go to Deadpool-10005's universe, we commandeered her place to keep us safe from Alioth.

Bad news is, Wolverine and Deadpool got out, but the rest of us didn't.

No one really seemed upset over that fact. I mean, besides Laura, who was already missing the variant of Logan ("He may not have been my dad, but he was a version of dad," she had said when she realized he had left without her). Blade, Elektra, and Gambit were more proud of themselves for saving the day, even if it meant not going back to their own realities. I guess I was happy to no longer be under Cassandra's control, too, but I found myself wishing I could've left this place too.

And I found myself dreaming about Logan.

Well, partially dreaming. Some of them were visions.

It's not hard to differentiate between dreams and visions. I don't often get visions when I sleep, but when I do I can feel that they're visions. It's hard to explain other than that. Some nights I found myself dreaming of us by the fire again, except this time I allowed myself to get close enough to Logan to touch him. It very rarely went further than my shoulder against his, sometimes my head against his shoulder. But the visions I had were us together in an apartment I didn't recognize. At first they were all the same - me, Logan, and Wade living domestically in some apartment in New York. Laura was there once too, but only one time.

But then once the vision ended with Logan's arm around my waist and his lips against my forehead. I had woken up with a start before anything else happened.

It was the only vision that showed me with him romantically, but I knew deep down inside of me that that's what I wanted. I mean, Logan is an attractive man. No one could deny that. I may have only known one version of him briefly, but still it was enough to leave me longing for his presence again.

It was just another new normal day in the compound previously owned by Cassandra - I was in my own room reading one of the few books Cassandra had somehow found and kept - when an orange door shaped portal opened. I recognized it as a TVA portal. I sat up quickly, my guard high as I waited for a TVA agent to walk through.

But it wasn't an agent.

It was Logan.

"Come on, kid," he told me. "I'm taking you home."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I was up off my bed and through the portal. I expected to be brought to the TVA first, but I was surprised to find myself in a small apartment.

The apartment from my visions.

I looked around, taking in every detail of the place that I had already seen in my head before. Everything was there, from the pictures to the crude drawings Wade had stuck to the fridge, to the mattress in the middle of the living room where Logan slept. Everything from my visions.

"This..." I said, but paused before I finished the sentence. Did I tell him I had been seeing this place? Did I tell him that I had been seeing us?

When I didn't say anything further, Logan said, "I know it's not your home. But...I wasn't sure if you'd want to go back there."

"I don't," I said quickly. And it was true, I never wanted to go back there. After what my parents had done to me, it was almost a blessing to be sent to the Void. Besides being forced to do Cassandra's bidding.

Logan nodded. "Okay. So...well...welcome. You can stay here as long as you want. It'll take some time to get used to actual society again, I'd assume. The Mouth lives here too - "

As if on cue, the front door opened and there stood Wade, being followed by the mut I once knew as Dogpool.

"Ah! You got the girl!" he said, ushering the dog into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. "Finally, he can shut up about seeing you again."

Logan's face turned a shade of red I never expected to see from The Wolverine. "Wade, shut the fuck up."

"What? I'm just saying you've been brooding around this place for ages because we had to leave her behind. You finally have her back. Oh, and Laura! You guys can be one big, happy, fucked up family."

I looked over at Logan. "Laura's here?"

"Not staying with us, but she is in this universe," Logan said. "The TVA agreed to let us save you guys from the Void. Gambit, Elektra, and Blade are all gone back to their own universes now."

"Hopefully one where Gambit can find a better dialect coach," Wade added. "And you get to stay here with us! Isn't that just great? You get to share a bed with Wolvie."

"Only if you're comfortable with that," Logan quickly added, shooting another glare at Wade.

"Of course she'll be fine with that. Better than sharing a bed with Blind Al. Actually, can we switch? I'd much rather cuddle up to the greatest showman."

Logan raised a fist to Wade and unsheathed his claws. It was enough for Wade to finally stop running his mouth and scurry off to his room, the dog following closely behind him. Logan pulled his claws back in and let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry, I know this is a lot to take in at once," he said. "It's a lot of explaining."

"I can figure it out, I'm sure," I said. "Thank you for saving me."

"I should be thanking you."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't do anything."

"After our talk by the fire, I realized you were right. I was letting the shit I did get to me for too long. I forgot who I was, or who Charles wanted me to be. I just needed a little push from a different mind reader."

I smiled at him. "You just needed someone to tell you you're not a bad person. It's insane to me that no one had done that before I did. Just cause you did bad things didn't mean you were ever a bad person."

There was a pause, then suddenly I was being pulled towards him. Before my mind could comprehend what was happening, Logan's lips were against mine. His hands were holding my face, holding me to him. It took my brain a few seconds to register what was going on before my hands were reaching for his shirt, holding him as well.

Our moment was swiftly interrupted by a familiar merc exclaiming, "Finally!"

Logan pulled away from me to glare at Wade over my shoulder. I heard the bedroom door slam shut again.

He looked down at me. "I'm sorry that you will have to put up with that."

I giggled. "I guess it's a small price to pay if it means I get to kiss you more."

His smile was so beautiful. It really brightened his face after all the brooding and scowling I had seen him doing before. "I'll kiss you as much as you want, bub. Just gotta make sure Wade is locked away in his room if you want it to be any more than kissing."

"Awe, no fair!" came Wade's voice.

Logan and I shared a look before Logan said, "Maybe we start looking for an apartment of our own."

The suggestion caused my mind to fill with another vision: Logan and I in a small place similar to this one, but one that was just our own. The two of us tangled in sheets, completely naked, with the glow of the sunrise spiling through the blinds onto us.

I smiled, both at the vision and at Logan. "I would love that."

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thenexusofsouls · 1 year ago

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"Okay. I will. Thank you, I appreciate you saying that," Clint said sincerely. He was trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible, since Hydra escapees had serious trust issues... for an obvious multitude of reasons.

Just the fact that she bothered to say that he should watch his kids gave him an even better feeling about her. If she was there to do harm, or looking to take advantage, she wouldn't care about whether or not his kids had proper supervision. The only challenge now would be to explain all of this to Laura and convince her that she should come out here to tend to someone they didn't even know who'd suddenly become BB's roommate. Years and years of marriage had made her completely immune to his bullshitting, so that wasn't an option. He'd have to think of something to-

As he was thinking, he saw the woman nod off. It was brief, but it definitely happened. Microsleep, he thought he remembered it was called. It meant she was overtired, and also maybe in this case, in danger of losing consciousness. He saw it happen a lot with Natasha in the early days of her defection, when she distrusted everyone around her so much that she didn't sleep very well. Clint stayed quiet, not wanting to startle her, and instead waited for her to come around on her own. When she did, he smiled. "Nah, it's okay, I didn't say anything. We've gotta get you help, though. Alright? So lemme go get Laura... and she can get you patched up."

"Hey..."

Clint turned to see Laura... already at the barn's entrance? He blinked. Bad. Bad to just show up on the spot. He looked to the woman to gauge her reaction, even as he worried about why Laura was there right now. "It's okay. That's-... This is my wife, Laura," he said to Sadie, hoping to reinforce that this was not a threatening addition to their group. BB mooed idly nearby, happy to see her human mama.

"I can explain. Sort of," Clint said, ready with a story already.

"It's okay, I just... wanted to know what Nate meant by, 'there's a strange lady in the garden with lots of boo-boos on her.' When you didn't come back to the house, I just thought I'd... see if there was a problem?" Laura asked, glancing at the woman.

Clint smiled to see that Laura already had her first aid kit in her hands. She was always so willing to help people. It was one of the reasons why he loved her so much. "Yeah, you might need a bit more than that, but... you tell me. I'm not a doctor."

"You're not a lot of things, honey, but I love you anyway," Laura said with a little smirk and a pat to his chest.

He smiled back and decided to stay for a bit to make sure everything went okay. The kids could manage themselves for a few minutes alone. At least... he hoped. Maybe? He assumed. He might be wrong. Well, as long as the house didn't catch on fire and no portals to hell were opened up in the living room while they were gone, he'd call that a win.

"Is it okay if she looks you over? You can show her what's wrong and tell her where things hurt and she can get you patched up as best she can, alright?" Clint said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. Just because the woman had nodded off a second ago didn't mean adrenaline wouldn't cause her to freak out if she sensed that something wasn't right.

Laura waited for the woman to say it was alright to get closer before she did. From the look of her, trust wasn't going to be something easily earned with her...

Rockland. Rockland. Rockland… The soldier repeated the name in her mind like a mantra, clinging to it, terrified that it might slip through her fingers again. Mike, an old coworker from Shield, had shown up on her mission, and had reminded her of who she was. He’d told her about her son, her baby, and for the first time in over a decade, she’d run. Hydra hadn’t let her go without a fight, of course. The upper right section of her shirt was sliced through, red seeping through the fabric, left hand wrapped in a makeshift bandage made from a lower section of said shirt. She’d darted into the forest as soon as she’d come across it. The woods had always felt familiar on missions, as though they offered whispered comforts. Maybe it was simply because nature was rich in the tools to survive. She couldn’t be sure.

She kept moving. At least until, in the middle of the night, it was as though her body had taken up a rebellion against her. The withdrawals got to the point she’d wondered whether Hydra had implanted some sort of fail safe, especially after she’d fallen unconscious and woken up with a throbbing headache, even more disoriented. She’d laid on the ground for a while, staring up at the sky with limbs like lead. You have to keep going. They can’t find you. Come on. Move.

Groaning, she rolled over, and pushed herself up. Food. She had to eat if she wanted to regain her strength. There was a break in the forest up ahead. Walking akin to a newborn deer, a bizarre look on the normally sturdy super soldier, she made her way towards the clearing. She’d search for signs of civilization; a gas station, or corner store, something unlikely to have security cameras. The trees made for a welcome support. A hunt for nutrients gave her something to focus on apart from her pounding head, or searing wounds, or the guilt and confusion that kept clawing to the surface.

A couple steps further and she squinted in the sunlight, eyes needing a moment to adjust. The soldier looked out over the fields, and spotted a patch of tilled soil. A garden. That seemed her best bet for the time being. As she neared, her suspicions were confirmed. Vegetables. Yellow squash, and small, still green pumpkins, but not just that. Collapsing to her knees as she grew close enough, shaky hands plucked an orange pepper from the vine. She shoved almost the whole thing in her mouth, savouring the sweet, juicy crunch. It was only seconds before she’d plucked another one, and then dug up a carrot. She brushed most of the dirt off in the grass before snapping a chunk off between her teeth.

Her eyes drifted shut as she chewed. And then she heard it, the quiet shuffle of feet in grass. Immediately the soldier bit down on the bulky carrot, securing it between her jaws; if she had to flee, no way she was leaving it behind. Pressing her uninjured palm to the ground, her eyes flickered towards the potential threat-

A… child. A tiny child. He stood there, gawking at her. She stared back, frozen in place. His nose scrunched in confusion. A slightly older girl quickly stepped up beside him, pulling the boy back towards her.

“Daaaaad!”

#sadiebrin #muse: clint barton #guest muse: laura barton #{feel free to take over laura if you wanted}#{we can share her heh}

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togrowoldinv · 8 months ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

Note: Enjoy this hehe

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

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saddleups · 2 months ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 .

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . drabble , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . shower sex . vaginal sex ( p in v ) . handjob . "good boy" praise . p_rn w/o plot.

★ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . . your boyfriend james is rewarded with some much needed relaxation.

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . as promised here is that james drabble . thought mentioning the events of sh2 were unnecessary considering this is just an ..... indulgent drabble . nonetheless i hope you enjoy it :')

A single light casts a soft glow on the book in your hand, keeping you company in the stillness of the evening. The sudden rattle of the doorknob snaps you upright on the couch, your head tilting over the edge to catch a glimpse of the intruder. James steps in, clumsily trying to hide a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine behind his back.

“Hey, handsome,”

James surrenders a quiet laugh, “thought you’d be in bed. It’s late.”

You nod. “Couldn’t sleep.” You push yourself up from the couch. “Laura’s at a sleepover. The apartment feels ... strange without her.”

You stand, stretching out the stiffness in your limbs as James steps closer. “No phone call from Laura,” you say, more to yourself than to him. “She must be having a good time.”

James nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “She’s stronger than she seems. We have to trust she’s out there having fun, being a normal kid.”

You sigh, glancing toward the silent phone on the coffee table. “I know,” you murmur, “but it’s hard not to worry.”

James shifts the bouquet and wine bottle, trying to free his hands. You step forward and gently take them from him. The flowers are a mix of soft pastels, still dewy from the cool evening air. “These are beautiful,” you say, setting them on the table before turning back to him.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” James says, already tugging at the collar of his shirt. He leans down, his lips brushing yours in a brief, tender kiss. “Be right out.”

You watch him head toward the bathroom, the quiet warmth of the moment lingering as the soft click of the door echoes through the empty apartment.

The faucet hums to life, the sound of rushing water filling the pipes and vibrating through the quiet apartment. James undresses with practiced ease, eager to shed the day’s worries. As the bathroom fills with steam, he steps into the shower, letting out a low groan as the warm water cascades over his skin, washing away the tension he’s carried all day.

Unbeknownst to him, you slip quietly into the bathroom. The fogged mirror and billowing steam cloak your movements, and you shed your clothes without a sound.

As you step into the shower behind him, James jumps slightly, startled by your presence. But when your hands find their way to his shoulders, the initial shock dissolves. He exhales, his body softening under your touch as the warm water rains down on both of you.

“You scared me,” he mutters, though there's a humor in his tone.

You smile, sliding your hands gently along his back. “Sorry,” you whisper. “Just thought you could use some company.”

He leans into you, the day's stresses melting away under the warm spray of the shower. The feeling of his body against yours is like a perfect puzzle piece fitting into place. Your hands glide over his back, kneading away any lingering tension and eliciting a content hum from him.

But you want more. You crave the intimacy that only comes from being pressed together, skin to skin. So you take a step forward, your breasts pressing against his back as your hands trail down his body. They come to rest on his hip bone, fingers greedily tracing the contours of his muscles and sliding down to his growing arousal.

James closes his eyes and swallows hard, trying to control the building groan in his throat. "Please," he whispers urgently.

Your eyebrow quirks in amusement, but you can't resist teasing him just a little longer. "Hmm, what was that?" you ask innocently.

"Please," he repeats, desperation creeping into his voice. "I-I need it." A smirk crosses your lips as you plant open-mouthed kisses along his back, trailing down to the curve of his neck. "What do you need, baby?" you murmur seductively.

"I need you," he pleads, unable to hold back any longer.

"Are you gonna be a good boy?" Your palm ghosts over his growing length.

With urgency James responds, "yes, I promise."

Your manicured fingers grip James' impressive girth in your palm, feeling the weight and heat of him pulsing against your skin. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you tug on his cock with a slow and deliberate motion. James shudders beneath your touch, completely under your control. He extends his arm outward to rest a palm against the shower wall, steadying himself as his body responds to your expert movements.

The jerking motions you provide find an erratic rhythm, teasing and tantalizing as you explore every inch of James' length. Occasionally, a thumb visits the vibrant tip, eliciting a guttural moan from him and further intensifying the ecstasy building in the pit of his stomach. As he mutters a string of curses under his breath, James' eyes stay closed, lost in the pleasure you are giving him.

Feeling his orgasm growing close, you loosen your grip and slow your movements. James opens his eyes, whining at the loss of the incredible sensation. In response, he turns towards you, revealing his hardened cock in all its glory. A breathless gasp flutters from your chest at the sight before you. Without many words exchanged between you two, James presses your frame against the cool tile behind you.

The showerhead bathes you both in a stream of warm water, adding to the steamy scene unfolding between you. The moisture in the air enhances your senses, making everything feel even more heightened and intense.

You share an open mouth kiss with James, your tongues clashing for dominance as raw desire takes over. His primal nature overtakes him, leaving you speechless and completely consumed by passion.

James' hands roam your body hungrily, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arch into his touch, craving more. The water cascades over your entwined forms as he lifts you effortlessly, pinning you against the slick tile. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.

You can feel the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance. With a low growl, James captures your lips again as he slowly pushes inside. The delicious stretch as he fills you completely draws a moan from deep in your throat.

For a moment, you're both still, savoring the exquisite sensation of being joined.

"Am I your good boy?" he asks below a whisper.

"Yes, yes!"

At your response, James begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that has you gasping with each thrust. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over you.

Your mouth falls open as a small cry escapes from your lips. James takes advantage of this and begins to kiss along your neck, extending his hand to find your breast. His fingers gently explore the curves and contours of your body.

Your body trembles as James' skilled fingers tease and caress, sending sparks of electricity through your nerves. The dual sensations of his thrusting cock and roaming hands threaten to overwhelm you completely. You tilt your head back against the tile, exposing more of your neck to his hungry kisses.

James' pace increases, his hips snapping forward with growing urgency. The sound of skin meeting skin mingles with your shared moans and the steady patter of the shower. You can feel the coil of pleasure tightening low in your belly, winding tighter with each powerful thrust.

"James," you gasp, your voice barely audible over the rushing water. "I'm close..."

He responds by sliding a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot with practiced ease. The added stimulation is almost too much to bear. Your inner walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches.

The dual sensations of James' skilled fingers and his relentless thrusts send sparks of pleasure radiating through your body. You tilt your head back, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of your throat. His lips and teeth graze your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. "You're so beautiful." He breathes into your skin.

The water continues to rain down on you both, amplifying every touch and caress. Droplets cling to James' eyelashes as he looks up at you, his gaze dark with desire. You're captivated by the raw need you see there, mirroring your own desperate want.

James shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position has him hitting that perfect spot inside you with each movement. Your breath catches in your throat as the coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter and tighter.

"James," you gasp out, your voice barely audible over the sound.

As you struggle to catch your breath amidst the cascading water, the intensity of James' thrusts brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Please, James," you whimper, barely able to speak as pleasure courses through every nerve in your body.

He groans in response, his own voice a symphony of desire. "Hold on, baby. I'm almost there too."

Pressing his body against yours, he meets your gaze with an intense stare. You feel every inch of his thick cock engulfing you, sending you into a dizzying state of ecstasy. With mouths agape, you both moan into each other's mouths as the knot of tension finally releases.

Streams of James' hot cum bloom inside you, connecting you both in slick, pulsating pleasure. His cock exits your throbbing cunt and you marvel at the sight before you, panting and trembling with pure bliss.

Your bodies remain pressed together as you both come down from the intense high of your shared climax. The warm water continues to cascade over you, washing away the evidence of your passion. James' forehead rests against yours, his breath coming in short pants that mingle with your own.

Slowly, he lowers you back to your feet, keeping his arms around you for support as your legs tremble. You lean into him, savoring the feeling of his solid chest against your cheek. For a moment, you simply stand there in a tender embrace, letting the afterglow wash over you both.

James tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a soft, languid kiss. It's a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments before, but no less intense. When you finally part, his eyes are filled with warmth and affection.

"That was…" he begins, trailing off unable to find the words.

"Good," you suggest.

"More than good."

#james sunderland x reader #james sunderland x you #james sunderland smut #sh 2 fic #silent hill x reader #silent hill 2 #james sunderland #filed: more than good #saddleups

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meazalykov · 4 months ago

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good things come to those who wait

laura freigang x barca!reader (requested?)

summary: you'll finally be the happiest girl on the pitch, according to aitana

authors note: one of my mutuals on twitter checked out this page. they asked if I could do a part two to a fic I made months ago. here it is :)

warnings: small age gap

part one here

its been a month and you've managed to come to terms about what happened in that dressing room.

for a while, you walked into the dressing room always feeling a hint of embarrassment from being rejected by esmee. however, alexia reassured you many times that nobody finds you embarrassing, even esmee.

thank goodness you had football, since you were able to focus on that instead of the wanting to having a relationship like everyone else.

you step onto the pitch at the deutsche bank stadium, the unfamiliar pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins for the champions league match.

the crowd's roar is a distant hum in your mind, drowned out by the singular focus you’ve forced yourself to adopt.

you're a starting defensive midfielder this game, outside from being a right-wing backup for lucy. as you look over to the left, you see esmee tying her cleats.

the rejection from esmee still stings, but you've pushed it aside, determined not to let it affect your performance. you knew this champions league match against frankfurt demands every ounce of your attention.

the first half is intense. you had to be sharp, alert, and relentless as the german team throws their best forwards towards you.

frankfurt's forwards are quick, and their midfield is formidable, but you’re not one to back down.

one of their forwards nearly took advantage of a goal opportunity, but you were able to side tackle the ball away before she took a shot.

you stood up, adjusting your shorts as cata makes a free kick from outside the box.

taking a moment to breath-- you realized that frankfurt is putting up a fight.

you’ve faced tougher challenges before, and today, you're determined to be the player your team needs.

but then there's her.

laura freigang. #10 for frankfurt. she's everywhere—pressing high, tracking back, and always looking to exploit any gaps in your defense.

you clash with her multiple times, and each time, she meets your challenge head-on. some of the blocks worked, others didn't.

what catches you off guard isn’t just her skill, experience, or her tenacity, but the way she looks at you. even with the ball in play, laura’s gaze lingers on you, curious and intense.

it’s unsettling and, you admit to yourself, a little intriguing.

the match remains tigh. it’s late in the first half when laura finally breaks through.

she finds a pocket of space just outside the box, and before you can close her down, she strikes. the ball sails past cata’s outstretched arms and into the net. 1-0.

at the start of the second half, barcelona doesn't falter. aitana orchestrates a quick response, threading a pass through to salma, who slots it home with clinical precision. 1-1.

later into the second, you shot the ball up to mariona who heads the ball into the net. 2-1.

the final whistle blows, and the crowd erupts. victory is yours in the group stage match-- but your thoughts keep drifting back to laura.

as you’re talking to mapi and ingrid, sharing a laugh over some play in the match, you see laura making her way towards you. her steps are confident, a slight smile playing on her lips.

luckily, mapi and ingrid stepped aside due to vicky calling for their attention.. so they didn't notice the older german girl coming.

"hey," she says, her face warm and voice slightly breathless from the match.

"i’m laura. that was a great game."

"yeah, it was. you gave the defenders a real challenge out there." you nod, still catching your breath.

"you didn’t make it easy for me either. i couldn’t stop watching you—uh, watching how you play, i mean." laura chuckles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"sure, just my playing?" you raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming despite yourself.

she laughs, a sound that’s somehow light and genuine. "maybe not just that," she admits.

"but i really would like to get to know you better, if you’re interested?" she continues.

your eyes widened, surprisingly, there’s a spark of something new in your chest, something you haven’t felt in a while.

"yeah, i’d like that." you say. there wouldn't be any harm in getting to meet new people, right?

"cool. maybe i could get your number?" she asks, her tone casual, but there’s a hopeful look in her eyes.

after you nod your head, she pulls out her phone from her jogger pants.

you take her phone, typing in your number, and hand it back with a smile. "call me."

and she does. the calls start off short, just casual chats about football, life in germany versus spain, your mutual love for photography, and favorite music.

but soon, they grow longer, stretching late into the night. you find yourself looking forward to hearing her voice, to the easy way you can talk about anything or nothing at all.

two months fly by, and before you know it, it’s time for the second group stage match against frankfurt.

this time, when you see laura on the pitch, there’s no awkwardness.

after the match, you muster up the courage that’s been building for weeks. the game is in spain, meaning that you're both here with no distance creating a boundary.

“laura,” you begin, pulling her aside as the rest of your teammates head to the locker room. you don't want them to know about this, not at least you're positive that this will lead somewhere.

“would you want to go out to eat tomorrow before you go back to frankfurt? like…on a date?” you whisper. again, hoping that nobody really catches you saying that.

you half expect her to hesitate, but instead, she grins. "yes, i'd love to."

the next day, as you're preparing for the date. you realize that you're stuck. you've never been on a date before, at least one that led into something.

hookups were one thing, but building an actual bond to form into a relationship was another ballpark.

you run out your apartment and go next door to seek out mapi and ingrid for advice.

they're your neighbors, so you're comfortable with asking them for anything-- they've always reassured you that you could. so you're sitting on the couch with ingrid as mapi sits on their recliner.

"guys-- I have a date tonight." you swallow.

ingrid smiles, happy to hear that you're moving on. mapi is surprised, who were you going on a date with?

"that's so fun!" ingrid says.

"who are you going on a date with?" mapi asks, protectively.

you're 21 years old, but mapi looks after you like an older sister.

"it's with laura. laura freigang from frankfurt. we've been talking for the last two months and since she is here in barcelona, we figured that we could spend time together." you gave a cheeky smile.

ingrid smiles knowingly, looking over at the protective tattooed woman. “ohh laura! mapi I know laura-- she's a good one. i remember playing against her in the bundesliga a long time ago. she’s got a heart, and i think you two will be good together.”

“just be careful, y/n. i don’t want to see you get hurt again.” mapi, on the other hand, is a little more skeptical. she didn't forget about the rejection from esmee.

ingrid gives her a look, her eyebrows flared.

“okay, okay. have fun, but i’m still keeping an eye on her.” mapi lets up, not wanting her girlfriend to be upset.

your first date with laura is everything you hoped it would be. she’s charming, funny, and there’s an undeniable chemistry between you-- considering that she's 26 and you're 21.

you go on a few more dates whenever your schedules allow, each one better than the last. sometimes you'd fly out to germany and other times she would come to spain.

she captures your journeys on film which you love. sometimes she'd let you take her camera to capture a few pictures of herself. this is special-- laura never let other people touch her cameras.

by summertime, you both find a long-break in your schedules and decide to spend it in mallorca.

the sun is warm on your skin, the waves gentle as they lap at the shore. it’s there, with the golden sand beneath your feet and the clear blue sky above, that laura turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and hope.

“y/n…would you be my girlfriend?”

for a moment, the world stops. then, with a wide smile, you nod. “yes, laura. i’d love to.”

when you tell aitana back in barcelona, she grins, pulling you into a hug.

“i’m so happy for you, y/n. you deserve this. remember what I said-- you’re going to be the happiest girl on the pitch now.”

and as you step onto the field for your next match, your love with laura and the memory of her smile in your mind, your teammates were right all along.

my master list is here if you want to read more fics <3

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writingmyimagination · 4 months ago

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Never let go ~

Massimo x reader (may get a bit steamy.)

Tw: choking, cussing, smut

“One year…. One year have I wasted on a man who will never change.” I write in my journal as I look up and out the window of the plane as Massimo huffs annoyed leaning against his chair mad I’ve refused to sit near him. You see unlike Laura I choose to be with him thinking he’d learn after she ran off with his gardener. At first it was bliss and we would shop, have dinners, and travel.

But as fate unfolded with the months he could never let a part of her go fully. Times I’ve spread myself thin to please this God like man, the change in clothes from my usual classy elegance to a more sexy look for him, the unusual taste in art that I know he had commissioned for her. If it were up to me I’d burn them all in our courtyard one by one and light a cigarette with the flames. I hear him shift angrily either at the fact his wife refuses to look at him or even breathe in his direction or at the sexual tension between him and our flight attendant knowing I would turn the whole plane around if he even dares to act on it.

“If he leaves again I’ll disappear I swear it to this book and to myself, I deserve the world at my feet. Not this sour bitter treatment as if I was Laura. I have done nothing to cater for him and yet I find my cup empty while his is full, full of life, fun, and excitement. While I am expected to wait for him, submis—“ I feel a large hand wrap around my throat, his hot breath tickling my ear as his hand gives a warning squeeze. “Mi amore, are you fucking kidding me? Disappear?” He lets out a stiff chuckle as I feel his other hand swiftly grab my journal and throw it against the wall of the plane where he was once sat. “As if you could stay hidden long enough for that to happen, I’d search under every single rock and cave to find you.” I tighten my lips together as I look off to the side seeing the flight attendant staring at us, want and desire pooling desperately in her eyes. “(Y,N.) are you really going to be this difficult, acting as if I was some random man you could throw a fit with and I’d just let you be.” His free hand playing with the hem of your white mini dress going up to the middle of your chest where we can see the golden v accentuating your cleavage. “Massimo, please.” I croak out, half in annoyance and in desire because I know what lies in the next few moments to come. He lets my neck go and I take a deep breath, he moves to the front where I can see him towering over me and does something shocking.

Massimo has knelt in front of me with soft gentle hands he moves them up my calves to my knees and spreads them apart. “W-what are you—“ he gives me a look. “For once shut the fuck up.” He reaches under my dress and rips my lace underwear off me. My hands go to rest on his bicep as he pulls my hips closer to the edge of the seat, his lips tickle my inner thighs with kisses leading up to a long teasing swipe of my glistening folds. A deep primal groan emerges from his chest as he hungrily laps at the pooling wetness between my legs. Soft moans leave me as I shiver under the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue making its presence known. Massimo wasn’t one for giving but always receiving. This is a whole different feeling entirely.

My eyes roll back as he continues determined to make me gush sweet juices all over his face. His sweet prize for having to put up with my mood swings as he calls them. He knows Laura is gone, but she gave him a feeling he couldn’t describe but you, you were his weakness. The one thing that could bring him to his knees and possibly lose his mind, hence why you were his wife he lost you once over his own mistakes but that wasn’t happening again.

The pooling desire swirling in the deep of your tummy was nearing the edge, asking to be released as your legs tighten against his strong hands. “M-Massimo keep going please, like that.” He smiles against your folds as he continues, his tongue swirls in circles around your clit and he moves a hand further up, once at his destination he inserts his two middle fingers slowly, angling them upward just to brush along the wall. He can feel you tighten around his fingers and at this point he’s ready to hoist you up and impale you with his long, girthy shaft. But he knows you need this, you need to feel cared for before he can have his own way with you. He feels your legs tremble as you struggle to breathe and he takes everything you give him, lapping each drop as if he hadn’t drink anything all day not wanting to waste a single drop, the overstimulation of his tongue pressing your bundle of nerves until he finally stops and look up. “Beautiful.” He whispers before placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh and getting up, he sits next to you and pulls you close to his side. “Stop acting like how you have been this whole trip, (Y,N).” He kisses the top of your head as you regain consciousness from cloud nine. “Massimo everything I wrote is true it’s how I feel…” I look up at him. “You aren’t fully here.” “Bullshit. Bella I am here I’m right fucking here, I got on my knees for you do you understand how much you mean to me? Outside of this.” He motions around with his hand. “I’d kill for you. I should’ve never left you for her. She was the devil in disguise, a fucking demon.” He grabs your jaw, “but you.. you are everything pure, sweet, and perfect. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did to you. I may not be the perfect man or husband but for you I am willing to try.” You both lean in and share a sweet kiss before hearing a ding. “Please buckle your seatbelt the captain with start our descend soon.”

#365 days imagine #massimo torricelli x reader #Massimo x reader

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Love me Tonight

Wolverine/Logan Howlett x fem!neighbor!reader

You loved Logan deeply, and when you lost him you didn’t know what to do. When Wade brings back the worst Logan variant into your universe will you allow him to fill the void the late Logan left behind?

~o0o~

You had always envisioned yourself in the role of the unconventional aunt, the one who was free-spirited and unpredictable – not the motherly type. However, deep down, you had longed to have children of your own. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

When Logan left, it robbed you of the opportunity to find out whether he shared your desire for parenthood, and that uncertainty left a painful void in your heart.

Your tumultuous relationship (or whatever he wanted to call it) with Logan, constant arguing, and disagreements were a familiar pattern. You'd often take breaks, sometimes initiated by you, sometimes by him, but you expected the usual cycle to continue. As you waited for him to come crawling back, like he always did, you thought this was just another breakup – a temporary storm in a relationship filled with frequent squabbles.

Every day passed, and the silence grew louder. No surprise return phone call, no unexpected knock on your door. It was unusual for him to disappear like this, but you wanted to believe it meant he finally found peace.

All you ever wanted was for him to find happiness – even if it meant sacrificing your own. You quietly pleaded with the heavens, begging for his happiness and peace, even if it meant being apart from each other.

Laura, her expression tight and nervous, stands hesitantly outside your front door with tear-stained cheeks. The metal of the dog tags clutched in her small shaking fist gleams dully under the porch light. She had embarked on a mission, one that had led her here, to your doorstep.

Logan had laid out his parting wishes in his last breaths. He had promised Laura that you would be there for her – both as a parental figure and a source of comfort. Paternity loomed heavily on Laura’s mind. She needed a mom.

A trio of clear knocks on the other side of the door. With a slight frown of confusion, you rise from the comfortable couch and stride towards your front door.

Reaching the door, you turn the knob and pull it open, revealing a sight that both puzzles and surprises you – a little girl, standing shyly on your doorstep.

The sight of the little girl standing alone on your doorstep raises questions about her parents' whereabouts. You look beyond her to see the empty street. You turn your gaze down upon her, your eyebrow-raising inquisitively, as you jokingly ask, "Are you here selling cookies or something?" The little girl shakes her head in response, her soft brown locks brushing her shoulders as she does so. Despite her initial shyness, she responds to your question with a soft, “No.”

As you stand there, scrutinizing the silent child, she suddenly lifts her hand, clutching a small, silvery object in her tiny fist. Upon closer inspection, you recognize that she's holding a pair of dog tags, the metal discs swinging gently as they dangle from her closed hand.

The sight of the familiar dog tags in the girl's hand instantly fills you with a mixture of confusion and alarm. As you take them in your shaking hands, the metal tags feel cold against your skin, a stark reminder of someone you love. Your voice quivers as you manage to whisper a tremulous question, "Is he... okay?"

Laura, eyes welling up with tears, responds with a simple yet devastating shake of her head. The silent denial speaks volumes, and the sadness in her expression confirms your fears. You feel a pang in your chest as the realization sets in, and a wave of emotions washes over you.

With a heartbreaking sob, Laura throws her small arms around your midsection, burying her face into your stomach and crying quietly. Her tears soak into the fabric of your shirt as she pleads between shaky breaths, "Please... he said... you'd help me..." The raw pain and vulnerability in her voice tug at your heartstrings, and a surge of protectiveness and compassion washes over you.

You wrap your arms around her diminutive frame, holding her close in a protective embrace. Despite the shock and hurt, you feel a strong sense of determination to fulfill Logan's promise to her. If that was all he left you with you would make sure it was done.

"I’ll help you," you assure her softly, your voice a mix of firmness and gentleness. "I’m here for you now, I promise."

Laura poured her heart out to you, recounting her tale and revealing her similarities to Logan, right down to her claws – a striking resemblance. With a mixture of determination and vulnerability, she vowed to continue his legacy, living for him and you.

Each word she spoke echoed with the weight of her pain, and yet her words were tinged with fierce loyalty and unwavering dedication. Her desire to honor his memory and take care of you was both touching and heart-wrenching.

You open your home and your heart to her, stepping into the role of a protective and caring mother figure in her life. Taking on this newfound responsibility, you become Laura's haven – a place of comfort, understanding, and unconditional love.

Over the years, a beautiful dynamic between you and Laura has taken shape and strengthened. You form a loving mother-daughter connection, one filled with tender moments, laughter, and mutual understanding.

You nurture her, support her, and guide her – helping her grow into a strong and compassionate young lady. Your relationship blossoms into a source of comfort, stability, and joy for both of you.

But as you have come to learn in this life of yours. Happiness is rare, and it doesn’t last forever. As you step through the front door, bags in hand from your recent trip to the grocery store, you call out for Laura, expecting to hear her soft voice or the patter of her footsteps.

But instead of a warm welcome, there's a strange silence that fills the air, sending a pang of worry through your heart.

The silence that pervades the house unnerves you, and you call out her name once more, your voice tinged with growing concern. "Laura?"

Your footsteps echo softly as you slowly meander down the hall, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the young girl.

As you venture further through the house, dread begins to build in your gut. Searching every room, you notice that every trace of Laura has mysteriously vanished. It’s as if she had evaporated into thin air, leaving not a single trace of her presence behind.

The emptiness in the house feels stark and surreal, a harsh reminder of her absence. It leaves you feeling bewildered and incredibly worried about her whereabouts.

Your rising panic transforms into full-blown freak-out mode. Your heart races, your mind spins with frantic thoughts, and your hands tremble uncontrollably.

Fear and worry take over as you desperately search for any signs of Laura or clues as to her disappearance. The silence in the house feels deafening, and you're consumed with a sense of helplessness and overwhelming anxiety.

You seek out the help of the police, hoping for some assistance in the search for Laura. However, your hopes are quickly dashed as they dismiss your concerns, suggesting she's merely a troubled teenager who's run away. You’d have to wait the full amount of time to deem her a missing person, and when that time struck, they still didn’t do all they could to help you find your daughter.

So you started your hunt. Three years of tireless searching and facing endless dead ends have taken their toll on you. The constant struggle and fruitless endeavors have left you feeling worn down and disheartened, questioning your grip on reality. The life you live now feels more like a mere existence, haunted by the void left by Laura's disappearance. You were depressed and penniless.

Your life takes a strange turn when you move into a new apartment, and you're greeted by your unexpected neighbor – Wade Wilson. This quirky and unconventional personality quickly forces himself and becomes an intriguing presence in your life.

You hoist a heavy box into your arms, the weight making you huff and puff, when you push open the door to your apartment – only to find Wade lounging on your couch, casually rummaging through your belongings.

A mix of surprise and annoyance flickers across your features, and you exclaim, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Wade looks up, feigning surprise as he holds up a pair of your underwear. “Whoa, hey there! Didn't hear ya coming in. Just helping myself to some of your, uh...” He squints at the label. “Silk panties. Nice taste.” Wade grins wider, tossing the underwear aside and sprawling out on the couch with a satisfied sigh as if he owns the place. He pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to come closer. “Take a load off, neighbor.“ You drop the box out of anger. “No. Get the fuck out.” You didn’t know this dude.

Wade feigns hurt, pouting dramatically. “Oh, come on, don't be like that! I just wanted to spice up your life a little. Can't a friend drop by unannounced and riffle through your drawers?” Your eyes widen at his words. This man was ridiculous! “Who the fuck are you?”

Wade lets out a low whistle. “Straight to the point, huh? I like that about you. Names Deadpool, honey. But you can call me Wade. The Merc with a mouth, the regeneratin' degenerate, the X-Force's worst nightmare. Take your pick.”

You furrow your brow. You’ve heard of him. Never good things. “Okay great. Can you see yourself out of my apartment?”

Wade chuckles, unperturbed by your less-than-warm welcome. He sits up, his voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine? Are you sure you don't want some company? I can help you unpack! I promise I won't make too much of a mess.” He grins as he opens another box and starts to browse through your things. He pulls out a rare photo of Logan and yourself. A private photo. Sprawled out in bed, he offered a small smile as he hid behind your small frame. “Just one.” You promised. He groans as he wraps his arm around you, “one.” He agrees with heavy dismay.

Wade whistles as he finds the picture and raises an eyebrow at it.* "Well, well, what do we have here." *He studies the picture closely, his eyes flicking between the intimate snapshot and your expression.

He holds the picture up, waving it slightly as he speaks.* "And what kind of compromising situation is this, huh? You and the ol' Wolverine snuggled up all cozy-like. Didn't know he had it in him." You snatch the photo from him, tears in your eyes. “Get out.” You sneer at Wade.

Wade takes a step back, raising his hands in surrender as you snatch the picture from his grip. He recognizes the pain in your eyes, the raw emotion that the photo has stirred up.

He knows he's crossed a line, and for once, instead of doubling down on his usual snark, he opts to give you a rare moment of genuine care. “Okay, okay. Sorry, neighbor.” He walks to the door, but not without one last remark. “I stole the light blue panties. I’ll wash them and hang them on the knob on Tuesday. Love ya!” He waves and slams your door shut.

Wade practically made visiting you a part of his daily routine. He'd swing by after patrol, after missions, or sometimes just when he was bored. Each time, he seemed to delight in testing your patience with his endless jokes, pranks, and unexpected visits. He treated your apartment like it was his playground, making himself comfortable on your couch, raiding your fridge, and using your bathroom without asking. It seemed like no matter how many times you tried to kick him out, he always found a way to weasel his way back in.

You walk into your apartment, groceries in hand. Wade on your couch surfing through channels. You stop and stare at his head. “What the fuck is that?” You look at his toupe in confusion.

Deadpool turns to you, his face lit up with a smug grin as he runs a hand through his newly acquired toupee. He strikes a pose like a model on a runway. “You like it?” He twirls his finger through the air, the tacky wig flopping about at the motion. “I think it brings out my eyes. Don't you?”

You shake your head. “Looks like you glued a dead squirrel to your head.” Wade feigns offense, his hand flying to his chest in mock hurt. “Ouch, babe. That's harsh. I'll have you know this toupee is a high-end, state-of-the-art piece of hair engineering. It's practically a work of art.” He runs his fingers through the tangled strands again, looking at it in admiration. “Although, I can see how it might be a little... rodent-esque.”

Indeed, Wade had managed to worm his way into your life in ways you never thought possible. He'd become a constant fixture, showing up unannounced and unwelcome at first, but over time you'd grown to tolerate his presence. Soon, he found himself inserting himself into every aspect of your life. From movie nights to girls' nights out (despite his protestations, he always managed to tag along), Wade had become an irreplaceable part of your small social circle. And while you would never admit it out loud, a part of you had come to appreciate his chaotic presence.

Wade had let himself into your apartment as usual, only this time, he found a far different scene than he was used to. No witty banter, no sarcastic remarks – just the sight of you on the couch, tears streaming down your face as you clutched Logan's dog tags like a lifeline.

For a second rare time, Wade’s usual carefree attitude was replaced with a rare hint of concern. He took a step closer, his usual humor completely gone. “Hey... You alright, sunshine?”

“Wade.” You sit up and wipe the tears away. “Yeah…” Wade could see through your lie easily. He could always tell when something was off, even if you tried to hide it. He takes a seat next to you on the couch, his usual playful demeanor replaced with unexpected seriousness.

His eyes flickered to the dog tags in your hand, recognizing them immediately. He knew today held significance for you, the anniversary of Wolverine's death.

"You don't gotta put on a brave face around me, y'know. I can see right through it." You broke, tears flowing as you rambled, “I loved him so much. And I didn’t get to tell him that before he died. He died thinking I hated him.”

Wade’s usual snarky comments are replaced with a rare moment of empathy. He reaches out, gently placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. He speaks quietly, choosing his words carefully for once. His voice has none of its usual sarcasm. "Hey, don't go there. Wolvie... he knew, alright? In his own messed-up, emotionally closed-off Wolverine way, he knew. Trust me, the guy wasn't as dense as he looked." You roll your eyes at Wade’s comments. He never even knew Logan. Barely anyone knew Logan the way you did.

“I miss Laura.”

Wade nods, his eyes softening a bit more at the mention of the young girl. "Yeah... Laura was a firecracker, wasn't she? A little ball of energy and angst, that one." He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips at the thought of her. "She took after her old man in a lot of ways, that's for sure." Again you knew he just said this to make you feel better. Yet he somehow knew exactly what to say. Like he had watched a movie about it.

“I love her like she’s my own.”

Wade nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I kinda figured you did. You've got that whole peppermint protective-parent thing going on when it comes to her." He watches as you fiddle with the dog tags in your hands, his expression softening as he speaks. "You think she'd want to see you like this? Wasted on the couch, sniffling and moping?"

“No.” You say as you wipe your tears. Wade crosses his arms, a hint of his usual smugness returning to his voice as he speaks.

"Damn right, she wouldn't. So we, are going out.” Wade pulls you up from the couch. “Going out?” You did NOT want to go out tonight. Wade grins, grabbing your hand and practically yanking you to your feet.

"Yeah, dollface. We're goin' out. And trust me, it'll help get your mind off of those sad, maudlin thoughts." He begins to pull you towards the door, completely disregarding your protests. He continues to drag you down the hallway, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We're gonna hit up a couple of bars, maybe a club, eat some greasy pizza, and by the time we're done, you'll be too drunk to remember your name, let alone all those depressing thoughts floatin' around in that pretty little head of yours."

As you continued to spend time with Wade, a reluctant friendship started to form between you. Wade had a way of getting under your skin, breaking down your walls, and making you laugh even in your darkest moments. He became a constant presence in your life, a source of amusement and comfort in equal measure. And it wasn’t long before his influence extended beyond your apartment. He got you a job at the car dealership where he and Peter worked, much to your surprise and initial resistance.

You began to feel happier and more stable, your self-confidence slowly resurfacing, albeit not quite reaching the level it had been in the past. The scars of heartbreak were still there, but you were learning to heal and grow from them. Your life was slowly regaining a sense of order and balance, and you were beginning to find your way forward, even though the shadows of the past would always linger.

Wade’s surprise party had been going well, filled with laughter, food, and even a birthday cake in the shape of a Chimichanga, per Wade's request months ago. A sound of knocks drew Wade’s attention, and never one to miss a moment, he went to answer it. As he disappeared behind the door, a tense silence fell over the room. Minutes ticked by, but Wade didn't come back.

It wasn’t until a few days and a city of destruction later that Deadpool made his arrival back to his apartment complex. Wade bounded through the hall, Logan following behind him with his usual grouchy expression.

He glances around the apartment as they enter, taking in the surroundings. A hint of surprise flashes in his eyes, but he quickly schools his expression into a familiar scowl. "Not bad, for a fucking dump."

Wade rolls his eyes, ignoring Logan's grumpy comment. "Yeah, yeah, grouchy as ever. Try and take a break from the whole tough guy act for a minute, will ya? It turns me on and I’m so sore.” He plops himself down on the couch, stretching out and making himself comfortable.

As Logan wanders around the apartment, he notices the various photos, trinkets, and, as he would call it, 'trash' that Wade had collected and displayed around the apartment. He picks up a framed photo of you and Wade, arching an eyebrow.

"Who's this?" He asks, holding up the picture of you and Wade together, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism. You looked familiar, a certain draw to your smile.

Wade grins, leaning back on the couch with a sly smile. It had to be fate. "That, my friend, is just part of the many reasons you’re here."

He points at the photo, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Isn't she a looker? Not as sexy as me, of course. But she's got a sparkle in her eye that's hard to look away from if you know what I mean."

Logan rolls his eyes, placing the photo back down on the shelf. He grunts, his expression unchanged. "So she's your latest conquest, huh?“ Wade grins widely. “Oh, not mine, Wolvie. Yours.”

Logan's eyes widened, clearly taken by surprise at Wade's words. He turns to Wade, a flicker of disbelief on his face. "Mine? And what makes you think I'm interested in your friend?”

Wade pats the couch next to him. “Story time!” As Logan eyes the couch beside Wade with skepticism, the mercenary pats the cushion enthusiastically. "Come on, Logan, have a seat. I guarantee you'll want to hear this one." Wade grins, clearly enjoying the idea of getting under Logan's skin.

As Wade recaps the story, his tone is a mix of humor and surprisingly sentimental. He goes through the details of your relationship with your universe's Logan, and how you had stepped up to care for Laura after his death. There's a hint of respect in his voice as he talks about how you had put your grief aside to take care of someone else.

"You may not believe it, Wolvie, but that girl’s got a heart of gold and you own it… or he did… before he you know… ANYWAYS! Break up and make it didn’t matter to her. She took in your kid and treated her like her own." Logan shook his head. “Not my kid. That’s not me, bub.” Logan denied it. Wade sighs, shaking his head at Logan's stubborn denial.

"Oh, come on Honeypot. You may not be the same as the hunk of meat from this universe, but deep down, you're still you. Sure, you may have had some different life experiences, different choices, and all that. But you're still a grumpy, stubborn old fool who's surprisingly good at finding himself in trouble. And most importantly, you're a dad. No matter which universe you're from. You have that paternal instinct, even if you try to hide it under all that gruffness."

Logan tossed and turned on the lumpy couch, his mind racing. He couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. That damn picture on the shelf seemed to glare at him every time he looked its way. Your smile and eyes were seared into his brain, haunting him. He hadn’t even met you and he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you.

He tried to push away the thoughts, tell himself he didn’t know you, that it wouldn’t make sense to feel this way. But no matter how hard he tried to deny it, that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach refused to go away.

Laura arrives at the apartment, Wade greets her with a wide grin, ushering her inside. He had called her, asking her to come over. "Hey! Glad you could make it!"

She glances over at Logan, who’s sitting on the couch across the room, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine. He offers a small smile to her. “Hey, kid.”

Laura returns the gesture with a small nod and a soft smile. She glances between Logan and Wade, sensing the tension in the room. "So what's going on?" Wade smiles as he feels happiness take over. “As Marvel Jesus, I must rebuild and bless those around me with my greatness.” Wade smiles at Laura. “I’ve got a little something something for you across the hall.”

Laura raises an eyebrow at Wade's grandiose declaration, clearly used to his shenanigans. She looks at him skeptically. "And what exactly is this ‘something something’ you’ve got for me?"

Laura follows Wade across the hall, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance clear on her face. As they enter your apartment, she glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings and the faint scent of you hanging in the air. "What the hell is this, Wade? I don’t have time for these games. Just tell me why I’m here."

You were putting your laundry away when you heard it. You freeze in shock. You weren't expecting to hear her ever again, especially not in your apartment. A mix of confusion and surprise wash over you as you listen to the voices just outside your bedroom.

You could feel your heart racing as you listened to the voices outside your door. Your mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. It couldn’t be real, could it? You pinched yourself, trying to see if this was some sort of dream or hallucination.

As you skid into the living room, your fuzzy socks causing you to slip on the polished hardwood floor, you come to a halt. Your eyes widen as you take in the unexpected sight before you. Laura is standing in the middle of the room with a puzzled expression on her face, looking just as shocked to see you as you are to see her.

Wade looks far too pleased with himself, relishing in the moment. His voice is filled with his usual smugness, the smirk on his face growing wider by the second. "Look who I found! Thought you could use the company."

“Oh my god,” you breathe, “Laura.” Laura smiles as you wrap her in your arms, her familiar scent and warmth instantly comforting. You can’t help but notice that she’s grown older, but in your eyes, she’s still the girl you cared for like your own. Wade watches from the side, a genuine smile on his face. Despite his usual snarkiness, he seemed genuinely touched by the reunion. He leans against the wall, watching the two of you hug it out.

Logan listens silently from across the hall, his expression carefully stoic. But despite his best efforts to appear indifferent, there’s a softening in his eyes, a subtle change in his stance. He hears you as you interact with Laura, listening carefully to your words and tone.

Logan sits on the couch, nursing a beer,

staring down at the floor in thought. He's got something on his mind, and finally, after a few moments of tense silence, he looks up at Wade. "Wade..." He starts, his voice gruff. “tell me about her.”

Wade raises an eyebrow at the sudden question, clearly surprised by it. He sits up a little straighter, a smirk playing on his lips. "Her? Oh, you mean dollface? Well..." He leans back against the couch, folding his arms behind his head. "What do you want to know?"

Logan grunts, his expression still gruff as he struggles to ask the question that's been on his mind. "Just...tell me about her, alright? What kind of person is she? Don’t want Laura around the wrong people.” It was a rich statement considering you’d raised her for the years you’d been there.

Wade starts to recall the various stories and anecdotes about you. He tells Logan about the day you met, the first time you had to deal with his usual nonsense, and all the moments since.

He talks about your resilience, how you stood up to him and didn't put up with his crap, despite how much effort he put into trying to annoy you. He describes how you never failed to roll your eyes at his jokes, but had a soft spot for Laura and would do anything for her.

He talks about your patience, how you would listen to his stories, even when he was rambling, and how you always had a sarcastic comment ready. He describes how you never held back when you thought something was stupid, and how you weren't afraid to call Deadpool out on his bullshit.

Wade continues, his tone becoming more serious as he talks about your relationship with your universe's Logan. He describes how you had loved Logan deeply, how you had stepped up to take care of Laura after his passing.

He talks about how much you missed him, how you kept a photograph of him on the shelf in the living room. Wade's usual snarkiness is replaced with genuine empathy as he speaks about your loss.

Logan felt a pang in his heart, a sense of guilt and responsibility. He listened intently, absorbing every word Wade said about you. He felt a strange mix of empathy for what you had lost, and a growing desire to replace what you had lost. He clenched his jaw, the gruff exterior he wore cracking ever so slightly as his mind raced with thoughts.

Wade leans back, a wide teasing grin slowly spreading across his face. He could see the emotional shift in Logan, the subtle change in his demeanor. He glances at him. "Oh shit. It's happening right before my eyes. Looks like Stone Cold has a heart!"

Logan rolls his eyes as he tips his beer up. “No. I just feel sorry for her.” Again Logan remains in denial. Wade lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at Logan's stubborn denial. He leans back, taking a swig of his drink.

"Yeah, sure. You keep telling yourself that, Logan. But deep down, we both know there's more to it than just feeling sorry for her. You're intrigued."

Logan shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. He can't deny that Wade's words have struck a chord within him. There's something about your story that has compelled him, drawing him in. He lets out a gruff huff. "Doesn't mean shit. I just want to understand what she's been through, that's all."

Wade lets out a quiet laugh to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. He could sense the truth beneath Logan's words, the denial he was clinging to so adamantly. In his mind, he was determined to play matchmaker. He was Marvel Jesus, after all. And while you and Logan had missed your chance, he was determined to set it right.

"Oh, baby cakes," Wade muttered with a chuckle, "You can deny it all you want, but that longing in your eyes betrays you." “Shut the fuck up.” Logan growls.

Wade laughs, clearly enjoying every moment of irritating Logan. He leans back, folding his hands behind his head. "Oh, come on, Logan. Don't get your claws in a twist. I can see it. You're interested, and you can't deny it."

Wade lets out an exaggerated sigh as Logan grabs two beers and heads into his room, closing the door firmly behind him. "Rude," he mutters, pouting slightly as he's locked out.

Wade grins, a lightbulb going off in his head. It was your birthday soon. This was the perfect opportunity to push Logan and you together. And a party was the perfect cover. "That’s fucking brilliant." Wade pats himself on the back. “Good job, Wade.”

PART TWO

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #worst wolverine #worst logan #Hugh Jackman

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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months ago

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🖤Dark AU, Post Two, Same As It Never Was:

(Warning: This fic contains medical trauma and depictions of wounds and scarring, drugging and sedation, darker themes and implications, mentioned and implied death, and features darker platonic yandere content! You have been warned...)

• It was hard to believe they were back after all this time.

• The flight back home is abuzz with unspoken questions, careful touches checking for pulses, and the steady, hopeful feeling they haven't felt in years. They never thought they'd see their friends and kids again. Yet there they were, calling them in the dead of night from a payphone, then waiting for them to arrive, hidden away... And here they are now, passed out in their arms, their faces peaceful in a way they never thought appreciated in full in the past.

• Magneto holds Pietro, stroking back his hair and holding him close, Wanda checking his pulse and frowning deeply at the scar above his eye, at the dried specks of black and red flecked across his face. The speedster is unusually still, too deep under to stir as his father and sister watch over him. His legs show deep bruises, as though something had hit them, hard... Mystique murmurs to Kurt, rocking back and forth lightly in her seat as Rogue whispers small promises to him. The fuzzy blue teen is limp, not even his tail wiggling or wrapping around their wrists or legs for comfort. The discolored flesh of the scar across his throat is stark compared to his fur, and so too is the dark black-brown staining his shirt... Kitty is beside them, held by Scott, Logan sitting across from them, rubbing her back, and both trying not cry or stiffen when they see the hole in her blouse, nor when they feel the dark, sticky stain around it. Her head is tucked into the crook between Scott's neck and shoulder, his arms hugged tight around her like she might disappear. Logan's free hand is grasping her's, while curled into him is...

• Reader... Their face is too still, their shirt useless to hide or stop the bloody gash in their abdomen. There's dried blood in their hair and across the old worn lab coat pressed against them, dark reminders of what happened. Their arms are scarred, flecked in smears of brownish-red, the wound on their head is still damp, their breathing flutters lightly, as though they're still in pain, even in their sleep... Logan keeps his free arm wrapped around them, pulling them into his chest and stomach, keeping them where he can feel the beat of their heart and hear the rasps of their breathing...

• The tapes they'd all watched... Hours, days, weeks worth of footage, depicting what those scientists had done to their missing kids... Taking blood samples, scraping patches of skin off, collecting DNA and cells, taking bone marrow... not to mention all the extra ones done to Reader, or what seemed to be hours of torture, all meant to tear them down and leave them broken. The adults were barely able to watch the entirety of them, ending up having to watch them with one another just to make it through the upsetting footage. Scott had forced himself to watch the tapes, throwing up and crying when they went darker... Evan had tried, so had Jean, and Lance, even Laura... but in the end, all it left was a rotten pit in their stomachs, sending them searching for any of their friends or parents, wanting comfort, any form of it, to stave off the pain and agony and crushing weight of what they'd seen...

• But it would be better now. It is better now. Their friends, their kids, their siblings, are back with them, they're alive, and they won't be hurt ever again. The jet rumbles as it lands, the panels of the ceiling closing above it and sealing it safely into the mansion. The group is careful, maneuvering their wounded ones so they're held tightly, cradled to them as they exit the Blackbird, working their way into the halls and corridors of the mansion, into the medbay... They end up deciding to keep the kids to two larger room, with cots and medical beds ready and waiting as they're set down. Pietro is set up in the first room, his legs wrapped up carefully, an IV inserted into the crook of his arm, supplying much-needed liquids and medicine. His head is checked for any damage or concussion, the blood wiped up and the scar sanitized, any stitches needed added carefully, sealing shut the remains of the wound... In the same room is Kurt, attached to a monitor to alert the others if he teleports in his sleep. Bandages are wrapped around his throat, a coating of antibacterial cream underneath. Any leftover blood or dried ichor is wiped away, the fur and skin cleaned and smoothed down... Kitty is in the other room, a pillow propping her upper body up. Her wound is inspected, swabbed and sterilized and stitched closed, then bandages are wrapped around the area, a few gauze pads added to soak up any small droplets of blood. Her arms are inspected, a dose of sedative given to help with any pain... Reader resides in the room as well... Their head was checked, the wound cleaned and wrapped in gauze... Their arms were looked over, any scratches or gouges wiped with anti-inflammatory and antibacterial medicine, then wrapped up in thick bandages. The gash in their stomach was stitched up, a bit of blood given, and an IV was inserted, sending heavy drugs into their system to keep them asleep as they healed...

• They visited their children, their friends, their siblings. Magneto and Wanda hardly left him. Erik would sit there, keeping him silent company, occasionally holding his son's hand between his own. Wanda would tell her brother how much she missed him, that things were changed now, she'd even read her books to him, her voice emotional. Lance and Todd and Fred would visit, usually in the early mornings or during the afternoon, telling him to get better fast, like he always used to do, saying they had so many new schemes and powers to show off when was back... Charles would roll in, resting beside Erik, encouraging Pietro to recover soon and that he had been missed each day. He'd check his mind, smoothing away any nightmares or fear, leaving calm and warm, quiet fuzz... Evan and Storm would stop by, late at night, Evan recounting old basketball games they'd played together, or field trips they'd gone on, even embarrassing moments the two had gone through together... Mystique and Sabretooth came by, quiet, wishing him well, saying their nephew would need to recover soon so he'd see all he missed with being gone... Scott and Jean would sit by him, saying that his dad and the Professor were together, making them siblings in a way... even Logan and Rogue would wander in, telling him he would make it, he'd beat whatever had been done to him...

• Mystique and Rogue were beside Kurt, telling him they'd missed him and how proud they were of him, how once he was awake they'd have so much to catch him up on... Logan and Sabretooth would wander in, patting his head and saying he'd always made them laugh... Ororo and Evan and Todd and Wanda would come in, cracking jokes and hoping Kurt heard them in his sleep... Xavier and Hank would read to him, comedies and some of his favorite books from when he had been with them... Magneto would read to him in German, speaking words of care and comfort... Scott and Jean would ask him to wake up soon, to wait a little longer, that it would be worth it... Gambit would pat his hand, saying he and Rogue had taken care of each other while he was gone...

• Logan and Ororo and Scott and Jean and Rogue would take turns watching over Kitty, stroking her hair and telling her they loved her and had missed her greatly, holding her hand in theirs... Xavier and Wanda and Magneto would recount her achievements and best test scores, reminding her how she was so smart... Evan and Lance would visit in the morning and at night, saying she was always a fun friend and that it wasn't the same without her... Laura curled her fingers in her's, frowning but holding it together... Gambit and Piotr would wander in, offering to talk and keep her company when the others were checking on her friends... Hank would teasingly say they'd work on cooking classes when she was up to it, offering a few new books to help...

• And they all took turns with Reader... Xavier and Magneto tended to take afternoon visits, trying to invoke peaceful thoughts in them as they rested, assuring them they had been brave... Logan and Sabretooth took late nights, keeping them company and promising they were wanted... Ororo and Storm took early mornings, thanking them for protecting the others... Hank made sure they received their doses of drugs and sedatives, saying he was glad they'd made it back to them... Scott would visit at odd hours, saying he'd misses them... Jean and Rogue thanked them for keeping Kurt and Kitty safe for as long as they could... Evan came in after his aunt, greeting them and thanking them for looking out for all of their friends, saying they had to wake up... Lance and Todd and Fred tended to sneak in and tell Reader they were glad they made it, how they appreciated them doing everyone a solid... Wanda read to them, reminding them they couldn't leave them, not when they'd only gotten them back... Gambit and Pyro and Piotr would come in, jokingly saying who else woukd they tease if Reader wasn't around...

• The next few days were filled with worry, hope, fear, and joy, all one mixed concoction of battling emotions, everyone trying to believe this was real...

• And then Pietro woke up, and they were all focused, making sure he was alright, keeping the scared boy company, making sure he ate, and soon checking his thoughts and asking questions about what had happened...

• The same happened when Kurt, then Kitty, awoke, Mystique and Rogue and Logan and Scott and Jean and Evan and Ororo hugging them, making sure the medicine and needles were in place, smiling softly and saying it had be so long, that they'd missed them all so much, how they were safe now... They felt bad that all three were scared, shaking, confused, trying to make sense of what had happened and trying to figure out if they were real, and if they were, why they were older...

• "Dad... Wanda... please, just tell me... what happened?" Pietro didn't whine, and he didn't beg, but at this point, he was close to it. "Son, do not worry about it. Everything is taken care of..." "Pietro, you're safe, there's nothing to fear..." He still wasn't convinced... Something was off with their family...

• "Mother! Please, I am fine! But vhy von't you tell me vhat has changed?" Kurt didn't want to worry anymore, but when his mother and sister would dodge his questions, he knew they and the others were hiding something... "You're here, and until Hank says you are well, you are staying here, my son..." "Kurt, it will be okay. You'll be out soon!" He didn't think things were as okay as everyone said they were...

• "Logan... Can't you tell me anything? Please?" Kitty didn't know how to feel about the adults and the others being older and acting so strange, but it made her shiver... "Half-pint, there's nothing to say. Now please relax, I don't want ya straining yerself..." She didn't like this one bit...

• And finally, a day or two after the others, Reader began to wake up... Their head felt fuzzy, soft, and their vision wobbled for a minute... but then they were waking up, groaning at the stiffness in their joints...

• "Sweetheart... We're so glad you're back... Welcome back, little one..."

• Reader somehow knew something was wrong, and it seemed that their and their friends' troubles had only increased...

@sugar-soda @vivid-bun @danni1323 @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @crowwithguns @bloodytea @thewickedweiner @opossumdaydreamz @roxanndrummond @c0ld0utside @foundfamyanderes @ainsellshadewalker

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wosoluver · 3 months ago

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The diner

laura freigang x reader

Billie Eilish x woso prompt list

-> this is based on some of the lyrics and not the actual song (since the song is basically about a stalker).

Laura Freigang Masterlist

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'Don't be afraid of me

I'm what you need'

You had arrived to Frankfurt over a season ago. A new transfer from Wolfsburg.

You weren't german and over your time in the country you had collected about two pages worth of words and frases you actually understood.

But that wasn't what made it hard for you to connect with others or make lasting friendships.

Laura picked an interest at you even before you had arrived. You had played against each other quite a bit and had a few friends in common.

Like her, besides being an athlete you had a creative vein.

Yeah, you had friends. Lena, Jule and Sveindís. But they didn't share many interests of yours.

You two had hit it off immediately. You were shy but Laura didn't measure efforts to interact with you.

She was quite good at that. Making people feel seen, and wanted.

Since moving to Frankfurt, since meeting Laura, you had found your people. She introduced you to a group of friends, and it was heaven. Finally having that again, since moving abroad.

You became inseparable. Trained together, grabbed lunch and coffee together, even went to little trips together, when you got a day or two off.

Moving into a more romantic thing, came naturally. Although you were kinda stuck in a weird place right now.

You liked her, a lot. But you were scared, of things not working out.

Of putting something you hadn't had in a while, in jeopardy.

'I saw you on the screens

I know we're meant to be

You're starring in my dreams

In magazines, you're looking right at me'

Laura had lost count of how many times she would open her instagram to check on your account.

She felt struck by you, from the first game you had played at, on your debut.

After figuring out you were new, she managed to find your account by a tagged picture, that had been recently posted by Wolfsburg.

She followed you instantly. Which you follow back, but thought nothing of it. It was normal for players to be mutuals on social media.

She loved your style, how cool and effortless your posts seemed.

When she found her team was to sign you over the summer, she swore somehow, she had silently manifested this.

'Bet I could change your life

You could be my wife

Could get into a fight

I'll say, "You're right"

And you'll kiss me goodnight'

Now the two of you sat face to face, in a booth at your favorite diner.

And of course she would bring this up. It was obvious this had to be sorted out, for the sake of her feelings and yours.

"Why not?" she threw that question out following it up with a gulp of her drink.

"It's not a good idea." you tilted your head, a bit to the left, avoiding her eyes.

"And staying in a situationship is?" she would question you until she got an honest answer.

"Lau, it's complicated."

"It's literally not." she said reaching to you from across the table. "you could move into my apartment."

"You said they don't allow cats there."

"We can find another apartment then. One with big windows for the sunlight to come through." There she got you. Knowing the love you had for sitting by a window and reading a good book.

"We can get married in Greece over summer. I'd be perfect, our friends and family will probably be on break, so they'll be able to make it!"

"I haven't even accepted being your girlfriend, slow down." your free hand brushing a lock of her hair, behind her ear lovingly.

"I promise to take you out for sushi at least once a week." she was using all her weapons now...

"I don't have space in my fridge for your films." you toyed with her.

"I'll start using a digital camera." she quickly witted at you.

"What about my stubbornness?" this time, seriously considering everything.

"If we ever get into an argument, I'll say you're right." she answered with a beaming smile.

"Were you even planing to take a no for an answer?" she had got what she wanted, you were done for and your small smile now matched hers.

"I knew you felt the same."

"I hate you." you played.

"You don't."

"I might love you a little." and she gasped faking offended.

"you mean, a little too much?"

she was right, you did.

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Idk if I love this but oh well... might have gotten some inspiration back?!?

Let the Billie x woso prompts posts begin!

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#woso x reader #dfb frauen #laura freigang #laura freigang x reader #eintracht frankfurt

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scribblesofagoonerr · 8 months ago

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It's only up from here now on, kid

Since this one won in the poll that I put out, here it is ✌🏼

Thank you so much @alotofpockets for the help with this post!

Let me know what you all think & I hope you like it.

Ps. It's almost 2 am and I'm tired so I apologise if the last bit of this doesn't make much sense at all... 🫠

“It’s going to be fine, remember?” Beth tries her best to reassure you as she takes a gentle hold of your hand on her own, “Just breathe, you’re okay” she adds.

“I’m scared” You admit, barely louder than a whisper.

Viv glances at you and smiles at you sympathetically from the seat opposite, “It’s normal to feel like you do, kleintje” she tells you.

“We’re going to be right here for you the whole time” Beth promises you as she moves her free arm to wrap it around your shoulder and tug you in a little bit closer, “We’re not leaving you” she states in reassurance.

It was unfortunate for you that the day of your planned surgery came around quicker than you initially would’ve liked and you couldn’t avoid it any longer now.

The way that your uninjured knee bounced up and down anxiously and your hands that were ridiculously clammy was a clear indication of actually how worried and scared you were about this.

Both Beth and Viv could tell straight away that you were beginning to freak out the moment that you had stepped into the waiting room; You’d always hated hospitals, there was just something about them that made you always try and avoid them when it was possible.

However, this surgery wasn’t something that you could just brush under the carpet, because it was important and it was needed if you wanted to continue with your career.

Initially you thought the hardest thing that you would have to face would be dealing with the aftermath of it all, listening to the media drone on about how this injury would rule you out the rest of the current season and any international breaks for the next 9 months, like you didn’t already need enough of a reminder about your dream of the olympics being over.

It was like a virtual kick in the teeth.

You hated the fact you were sidelined from the games and despite how much you had the support of Beth, Viv, Laura, Leah and hell even the rest of the girls, it still hurt to deal with it all.

Even Kyra’s mischievous ways couldn’t put a smile on your face most days, nor the adorable puppy cuddles from Myle, Beth & Vivs’ new pup that you’d completely fallen in love with.

“Is it too late to just turn around and go back home?” You can’t help but wonder, glancing around the hospital waiting room apprehensively.

Beth lets out a small laugh, “We can’t do that kiddo, we’re already here now” she replies to your question.

Pouting quietly, you fumble with your hands which has become a trait that you’d do when you're nervous, “I… I don’t want to be here. I’m scared” you confess.

“I know kiddo, but you have nothing to be worried about” The blonde tells you in reassurement, doing her best to ease your worries about your feelings of the upcoming surgery, “The surgeons are good, they know what they're doing here” she reminds you.

“They have done it enough times” Viv chips in quietly, earning a small chuckle from Beth.

“I hate hospitals” You complain a few seconds later.

“I know that you do, kiddo” Beth smiles at you sympathetically, all but wishing that she could take your pain and suffering away.

It had hurt Beth and Viv so much to see you go down on the pitch in the way that you did, they’d not openly had a conversation about it but it was definitely understood that they shared mutual feelings about the whole situation.

None of it was fair for you, you were on the path to succeed and just like that, this cruel injury has wiped that all away in just a blink of an eye.

Life really was cruel sometimes.

“Can you… Can you run me through it again, please? Just so I remember what’s going to happen” You mumble quietly, but still loud enough for the two women to hear you ask the question, “Please” You whisper, sounding unusually vulnerable compared to usual.

“Okay” Beth exhales a sigh, she’d already run over the whole procedure of what would happen at least twice, or maybe even three times previously, but if it eased your own worries than she’d do what she could to help you out, “You want me to run you through the procedure, or the whole of it in general?” she wonders.

“All of it” You whisper, fumbling with the strings of yours– Laura’s hoodie that you had somehow stolen from her but you liked the way that it buried you and made you feel small enough to try and escape the world.

The blonde nods in understanding before she starts to explain it once more, “So in the next hour or so from now, your names’ going to be called and you’ll be taken to the room that you’ll be in before your operation” she pauses for a minute to let you catch up to speed, “You’ll have a hospital gown to change into that they’ll give you when you go into the room along with a pair of them snazzy socks, huh? So you just be able to pull the look off” she jokes with you, trying to keep the conversation light and jokey to avoid you getting any further worried.

“Nobody can pull a look like that off, well other than Leah I suppose” You mumble as you giggle slightly at the comment.

“Well she can pull anything off” Viv chuckles, shaking her head amusedly as she tries to bury her own feelings down to not have you feel any more scared than you need to be.

“Even a bin bag” Beth jokes with you both, “Alright, so your surgery isn’t until 4 o’clock, remember? So you’re going to have to wait a bit, but we’ll be right in the room with you to keep you company, up until the minute you go down” she adds.

You follow along and nod, somehow Beth running through everything again does a little something to settle your bubbling nerves, “What happens after that?” you ask.

“Before you go down to the operating room, there will be an anaesthetist that will come and see you beforehand to discuss the options of anaesthetic before you go down” The blonde tells you, pausing for you to quickly catch up on the last bit of information, “Remember how we spoke about the anaesthetist inserting a cannula into your vein as well? They’ll do that, so they’ll be able to administer any medicine that’s needed during the operation” she tells you.

“Will the cannula hurt?” You start to panic once more, you were vaguely familiar with the fact that a cannula was a sharp needle that would be painful and you absolutely hated needles.

“It will be just like a sharp string, but it’ll be over soon enough” Viv is quick to tell you when she notes the panic in your eyes, they both definitely knew how much you hated anything medically, and they’d definitely experienced their fair share of dealing with your panic attacks when you’ve needed any type of injections in the past, “They’ll give you the anaesthetic that’ll put you to sleep” she adds.

“Will it be a n… needle?” You absolutely hate needles, you’re terrified of them and every single doctor's experience in the past had always been disastrous ever since you were little.

“You won’t feel it initially, kleintje” Viv tells you as she places a gentle hand on your uninjured knee to stop it bouncing anxiously, “You’ll have a cannula in your hand. When you're down in the operating room, the anaesthetist will ask you to count backwards from 10 while they administer it and before you even get to finish, you’ll be completely out of it so they can begin the operation” she explains to you.

You slump your shoulders as you feel slightly more at ease, “Oh, okay then. That… That doesn’t sound too bad then” You mumble, swallowing the lump that forms in your throat, “So the doctors will know what they’re doing?”

“They do, they have done it enough times” Beth says as she lightly chuckles.

“And when I wake up from surgery then Leah and Laura will be here as well, right?” You ask hopeful, after all they’d both told you that they would be and you hoped that they wouldn’t break their promise.

“Yes, they have both promised that they will be here” Beth replies in agreement.

Smiling slightly, you nod in agreement with the blonde, “They can’t break the promise then, can they?” You quietly ask, fumbling with the strings again.

“No they can't, otherwise they’ll face a very unhappy girl after surgery” The blonde jokes, ruffling your hair, which earns a small grumble of protest from you.

“Feel less nervous now?” Viv questions, hopeful that you did feel at ease a little bit.

“A little bit, but I really hate hospitals” You huff in annoyance, shaking your head, “And I really hate stupid knees’ as well” You mumble quietly.

Beth can’t help but snort amusedly, “Don’t we all, kiddo… Don’t we all, hey?” she jokes, still trying to keep the conversation light still.

“Okay, we’re going to take you down now, Y/N” The surgeon tells you once they’ve finished spieling all of the medical jargon, which you didn’t really listen to too much.

When they placed the cannula, you can’t deny that it didn’t hurt. There were a few tears in your eyes, but you consider yourself to be mostly brave in comparison to not freaking out about it.

“O… Okay” You swallow the nervous lump in your throat that had formed, the nerves settling in once again.

Beth takes a gentle hold of your own when she can sense your worries, “Don’t be scared, kiddo. You’re in great hands” she reassures you, or at least tries to do that.

“We’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back” Viv chips in, trying to contain her own fears and worries in favour of yours.

You glance between them wearily, “Y… You promise?” You question in fear, although you know that of course they’ll be sat waiting in the room for you and they wouldn’t let you go through this on your own.

“We promise” Beth replies in agreement.

“We promise, kleintje” Viv adds in.

“Love you both” You tell them, it’s barely louder than a whisper but both women are able to hear it and smile at you fondly.

“We love you too, kleintje” Viv tells you, placing a light kiss on the top of your head.

Beth smiles and swaps places with Viv to be closer to you, “We love you so much, our wonder kid” she tells you, kissing the top of your head again, “We’ll be right here when you come back. We’re not going anywhere” she adds.

The very single second that you left the hospital room with the surgeons, it was like Viv completely fell apart trying to hold it together any longer now you weren’t there, constantly pacing the floor in the hospital room up and down as Beth watched her girlfriend, worriedly.

“Viv, you’re pacing the floor so much. You might put a dent in it” Beth jokes lightly, furrowing her eyebrows as she watches in concern as her girlfriend get worked up

“I know, I can’t help it” Viv admits as she still continues to pace the floor, not pausing to take a breath or speak to her girlfriend,

“I think you might be more nervous than Y/N was before she went down” Beth jokes, trying to keep the mood in the room light.

“I am nervous for Y/N” Viv admits quietly, just loud enough for her girlfriend to be able to hear what she said.

Beths’ facial expression softens in realisation at just how worried Viv actually was about you and your impending surgery, “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.

“BecauseI was trying to be strong for Y/N, she was scared enough without seeing me to fall to pieces” Viv explains to the blonde, shaking her head and still continuing to pace the floor, “You’re not worried for her?” she asks.

“Of course, I am nervous for her but I’m trying to be brave for her and put my feelings aside” Beth replies to the Dutch womans’ question, “I know it’s hard to keep it all in though. You know that she’s going to be okay though” she tells her.

Viv exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “I’m trying, but it’s so hard and she’s still so young. None of this is fair, Beth” she mumbles.

“I know, leifje” Beth mumbles in agreement before she exhales a sigh herself.

“This is her first major surgery. You saw how scared she looked before, I just can’t help but be worried right now” Viv states, still pacing the floor continuously.

Beth frowns and moves to step in front of her girlfriend to stop any further pacing, “Viv, leifje. I know you’re worried for her but you know that the surgeons here are good and you know that she’s in safe hands” she does her best to reassure her girlfriends’ own fears.

Viv halts from her continuous pacing and exhales a loud sigh, “I know, and I know that too as well but I still can’t be less worried about her until I see her” she confesses.

“That might still be a while yet though, so how about we just sit down?” The blonde suggests, gesturing to the empty chairs in the room, “This pacing isn’t healthy either” she notes.

“What if something goes wrong?” Viv questions in concern.

“Viv, Y/N/N is going to be fine” Beth still tries to reassure her girlfriend, gently pulling her towards the empty chairs, “She’s going to be so brave” she tells her.

“But what if–” Vivs’ question is cut off.

“Viv, leifje” Beth interjects with a soft smile, “Listen, I know you’re worried but there’s nothing that we can do to control this right now. Y/N is in safe hands with the medical professionals, remember?” she reminds her girlfriend.

“You’re right, I know you are but what if–” Viv starts to speak again.

“Vivianne, all that we can do right now is sit down and wait” Beth cuts in, holding her girlfriends’ hand in her own, “I’m just as worried about her as you are, but all of this pacing the floor isn’t going to help ease your worries nor mine, so please just come and sit down” she tells her girlfriend gently.

“Okay” The Dutch woman nods in agreement and moves to sit down beside her girlfriend.

Beth smiles at the woman and joins her to sit down, “Thank you. Y/N/N is going to be okay, she’s our strong girl” she states, trying to remain positive for the both of them.

“We’re here!” Laura announces, rushing into the hospital room as fast as she could without injuring herself again.

“We made it here, finally. Traffic was a nightmare on the way here” Leah follows the younger girl in, shaking her head, disgruntled by the typical London traffic that made her get stuck in the middle of rush-hour traffic.

“You both made it here, that’s the main thing” Beth breathes a sigh of relief that she’d been holding in for a while, glad that both of them had made it to the hospital before you came back from surgery.

“The room was a little hard to find. Hospitals always confuse me still” Laura mumbles, moving to sit down in an empty seat in your hospital room.

“Baby England still down in surgery?” Leah questions, settling into the seat Laura.

“Yes” Viv exhales a sigh.

“They took her down around 4 pm, so hopefully it won’t be much longer now” Beth hopes as she takes a quick glance at the time on her phone, apprehensive to mention anything about complications in case that would make Viv panic all over again.

“Gotcha” Leah nods in understanding, glancing between the couple, “How’re you both holding up?” she checks in with them.

Beth can’t help but chuckle slightly, “Well I think Viv’s been a lot more nervous about this than I was led to believe, so it seems like I’m just trying to hold it together for the two of us at this point now” she jokes with the blonde, mock-teasing her girlfriends’ need to worry so much.

“Hey, Y/N is like our own kid. You’re just as worried about her as I am!” Viv insists firmly, shaking her head at her blonde girlfriend.

“I am worried, leifje” Beth responds in agreement, taking a gentle hold of her girlfriends’ hand in her own.

Leah chuckles slightly and shakes her head, “The rest of the girls all send their love, they’d be here as well but they didn’t want to crowd her too much. Steph had to pull Kyra back from her trying to get in my car to join us” she adds in, amusedly.

“We can invite them around when Y/N/N is up for visitors” Viv suggests, trying to chat now to distract any more nervous thoughts about you. Beth was right, you were in safe hands and there was nothing that she could do to change what happens in the operating room.

Beth smiles and nods in agreement, “I’m sure she’d like that” she states.

It felt like several more hours had passed before you finally made an appearance in the room, fast asleep still from the general anaesthetic that you’d been given.

“Here she is” Leah cheers quietly as she spots you still asleep as they wheel your bed back into the hospital room.

“Surgery went well?” Viv checks in with the surgeon.

“Surgery went very well” The surgeons beams a wide smile in agreement with the woman.

Given the general post-op run down from the surgeons, they left the room and the ACL crew were now just waiting for you to wake up and come back around from the anaesthetic, which wasn’t too long afterwards thankfully.

“Ah, look whos’ finally woken up” Beth jokes when she sees your eyes prise open, “Hello sleepy head” she adds.

You groan as you come around from the slumper you were previously in, feeling slightly disoriented about things, “Ugh. Where am I?” You mumble, not completely aware of your surroundings yet.

“You’re in hospital, Y/N” Beth chuckles slightly and shakes her head, “Did you bang your head down there, huh? We’re all here for you, just like we said” she motions around the room the 4 familiar faces.

“Mhm, oh yeah. Had knee surgery-- Le, you're here, you came!” You mumble in realisation as you squint your eyes and look round the room, spotting Leah and Laura along with Beth and Viv, who had been strangely quiet still since you’d woken up.

"Ahem, I'm here too, you know?" Laura chips in, amusingly.

"Laur! You're here too!" You exclaim in realisation, excited to see the older girl, "Can I go home now?" You ask, eager to get out of the hospital as you thought you had already been here long enough.

“Whoa easy there, let’s just take it slow, huh? There’s no rush” Beth replies, laughing amusedly as she watches you try and climb out of the hospital bed, still very much under the anaesthetic so you couldn’t feel how much pain you were really in.

You can’t help but pout in disappointment, “My own beds’ more comfier than this one though” you note.

Leah can't help but chuckle amusedly, "Glad to see that you've not lost your sense of humour, baby England" she teases you lightly.

"Le!" You exclaim in glee, so high still from the anaesthetic that you forgot she was here again and you are just so happy to see her again, "You're here!" You add in joy.

"I am. I promised you that I would be here, didn't I?" The blonde defender laughs in amusement at your own expense, "It's nice to see that you're in the land of the living now, eh?" she still continues to tease you.

The second that you lie your eyes on Viv, it only takes a few seconds before the floodgate of tears is opened as you stare at her in shock, before you giggle slightly.

"Seriously, Vivi? You told me to not be worried yet here you are, balling your eyes out" You can't help but laugh hysterically, mostly from the anaesthetic making you feel so loopy, "This whole time you've been so worried yourself!" You add in.

Beth chuckles and shakes her head amusedly, "Oh kiddo, she's been beside herself with worry" she tells you as she gently squeezes you on the shoulder, "Remember now, it's only up from here now on, kid" she tells you.

"It's only up from here now on" You parrot the blonde in agreement, happy enough to be closer to leaving that dreaded hospital.

#woso x reader #arsenal x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #arsenal women x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #beth mead x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #meadema x reader #leah williamson x reader #laura weinroither x reader #heavy angst

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katelynnwrites · 9 months ago

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All The Things You Did, Just So You Could Call Her Yours | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: ~

word count: 1802

summary: you and Momma do something for your Mama Syd

a/n: part of Sydney's Little Liebe

You don’t really get to sit on your red blanket and watch your Tantes and mothers practice anymore.

There is kindergarten that you go to instead.

On the weekend practices though, you still do it. You get to bring your snacks and toys down to the training pitch, to watch all your favourite people.

Usually you, Momma and Mama Syd go home or out for dinner afterwards but today it is just you and Momma.

Mama has to stay back for an extra session with the physio to make sure she is able to keep being super careful and injury free.

You and Momma each give her a big kiss goodbye and you get to choose where you go for dinner.

‘Ice cream!’ You decide immediately.

Momma laughs, ‘Ice cream isn’t enough for dinner but we can get ice cream and waffles?’

You nod eagerly and tug excitedly on your Momma’s hand, to lead her to the car.

Your Momma is smiling as she lets you, even as she buckles you into your car seat.

It’s not a long drive to your favourite ice cream place and you are practically vibrating with anticipation as Momma helps you get out of the car.

‘Ice cream! Ice cream!’ You cheer, clapping your hands together.

The bell above the door tinkles when you push it open with your Momma’s help. It makes you giggle and you skip over to the counter to press your face up against the glass display.

You need to tiptoe to see properly but you manage.

There are so many different colours of ice cream and you always have to think real hard which flavour you want.

Tante Laura is always saying hazelnut is the best flavour but you don’t really like it.

Mama Syd gets chocolate all the time she often lets you steal a bite or two from hers but you are not really feeling it today.

Staring at the ice creams for another long moment, you eventually decide on the pretty yellow one.

‘Zitrone please.’ You tell your Momma.

Momma smiles at you before ordering, ‘One scoop of lemon with a waffle and then another scoop of strawberry with a waffle please.’

‘Uppies.’ You insist, stretching your hands upwards in hopes that she will pick you up.

Your Momma obliges you with a chuckle, lifting you up and settling you on her hip.

You have grown a lot in the last few years so you don’t get carried like this a lot anymore but you want to see them scoop your ice cream and make your waffle.

It looks so yummy and you simply cannot wait for it to be done.

Momma keeps letting you watch and when it’s done, she sets you back down so she can pay and collect it.

There are a lot of empty tables and you pick the nearest one.

Your Momma follows you, putting the food down and watching you carefully as you climb into your chair.

When you are safely sitting in it, Momma sits down too and helps you cut your waffle up.

You like waffles because they have little squares to put the ice cream in.

Mama says that you’re a funny one because you absolutely love sour things. Sometimes you eat lemon slices instead of just letting them flavour your water.

After filling the squares with ice cream, you put a piece in your mouth and chew on it.

‘Good Momma.’ You mumble, with your mouth full of food.

Your Momma laughs, taking a napkin and wiping some ice cream off your mouth.

She lets you eat, helping you from time to time until you are almost finished.

It is then that she asks you, ‘Little Liebe? Do you know what Mama’s last name is?’

You stare at her funny, like she thinks you are silly.

With a little bit of a know it all tone, you state, ‘It’s Lohmann. It starts with a big capital L. She wears it on the back of her jerseys.’

Momma chuckles, ‘Yes, you’re right. Good job Little Liebe.’

‘Well do you know what happens when people get married or adopted?’

You like knowing things and are proud when you answer, ‘They become a family!’

Your Momma laughs again, ‘Good job Little Liebe. That is very right. But do you want to know what else happens?’

Nodding eagerly, you wait rather impatiently for her to elaborate.

Very carefully, Momma continues, ‘It means that we can share the same last name. Now you don’t have to. You can keep the last name that you have got but I feel like I want to do something for your Mama and change my last name so that I can share it with her. It’ll sort of be my wedding present to her.’

You don’t even need a moment to think, ‘Want to share too. Mama Syd likes presents, I want to give her a present too.’

‘Are you very sure Little Liebe?’ Momma checks.

Using your fork to poke another piece of cut up waffle, you stuff it into your mouth and mumble around it, ‘Uh huh.’

The smile you show your Momma is all the assurance she needs.

******

Momma fills in the deed poll documents as soon as the both of you get home.

She has opted to hyphenate her last name with your Mama’s. It is a lot of spelling for you to do and while you can identify your letters now, you’re not able to spell your new last name on your own for a while.

The documents need to be sent to a lawyer so it is going to take some time and money but Momma thinks it is worth it.

Your Mama has been a part of your life since the very beginning and in the past few years, has played an even bigger role.

You don’t have a father, you have never had one. It is Mama Syd that had gone with you to your kindergarten’s father daughter dance, Mama that had let you sit in her lap as she put your big girl bed from Ikea together.

Mama was Tante Syd for a long time so initially you kind of mixed the two together and ended up with Mama Syd.

It makes your Momma and Mama smile so you stick with it.

Momma thinks it’s been a long time coming because she knows how much you mean to Mama Syd.

******

The approved deed polls come in right on time and you get to excitedly present the envelope they’re in to your Mama, the night of her wedding.

‘For you Mama Syd!’

Mama has not stopped smiling all day, just like your Momma.

You have smiled the entire day too and you continue to do so as Mama Syd takes the envelope from you.

‘What have you got there Little Liebe?’

‘A wedding present. Cause you got married to my Momma.’

Your explanation is accompanied by a happy dance and your Mama can’t help but giggle.

‘I did Little Liebe. Today’s been one of the best days of my life.’

‘Open it! Open it!’

Momma has come into the bedroom now, watching from the doorway with a soft smile on her face.

‘Open it my love.’ She adds gently.

That is something your Momma calls Mama Syd now and from the way Mama looks at her every time, you think it makes her very very happy.

Mama carefully opens the envelope and takes out the papers inside.

She unfolds it and you can see her eyes growing shinier the more she reads.

When she finishes reading, she looks up at Momma.

Her voice trembles as she breathes, ‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’

Then she turns to you, opening her arms, ‘Come here Little Liebe.’

You bounce over to her and she lifts you up onto her lap.

‘Mama hi.’

‘Hi baby.’

Mama Syd holds you close, tucking your head under her chin.

‘Not a baby Mama.’ You remind her.

Your Mama Syd laughs wetly.

‘I know but you’re always going to be my baby.’

Wrinkling your nose in distaste, you go limp in her arms and let her cuddle you.

She says funny things sometimes, just like your Momma.

‘Ich liebe dich. I love having you as my daughter. I love being your Mama.’ She promises you seriously.

You look up at her, softly answering, ‘Love you too Mama.’

Being in your Mama’s arms is warm and safe. She smells so comfy and you have had a long day so it’s really no surprise that your eyes begin to slip shut.

Mama Syd has loved you from the very second your Momma told her about you, adored you from the first moment she met you.

Now that she has adopted you and you share a last name, it makes her feel like you’re really hers. You have always been considered family but now you are genuinely family. You are her child.

She thinks about the day she first met you and how much things have changed since. You’ve grown a lot and Mama knows that she won’t be able to cradle you like this for much longer.

Your Mama soaks in the short time she has left, holding you close until you completely fall asleep in her embrace.

Her fingers trace over your cheek delicately before she carefully shifts to lay you in the middle of the big bed.

Mama Syd takes the bolsters and puts them on either side of you in case you roll over in your sleep.

‘Sweet dreams meine Little Liebe.’ She whispers, gently pressing a goodnight kiss onto your forehead.

It is only then that she crosses the room, pulling your Momma into a deep kiss.

‘I love you. So much. I can’t believe you did this for me, now I’ll have to change my last name to match.’

Momma shrugs simply, ‘You deserve it because you complete our family. I love you too.’

They are a simple four words but Mama treasures them every single time.

She went a long time thinking she would never hear them from your Momma’s mouth and sometimes she thinks it is still unreal that Momma loves her back.

She smiles at your Mama.

‘I dreamt of my wedding night a lot as I was growing up and this never once crossed my mind.’

Her gaze drifts to your sleeping form and you let out a loud snore. Mama giggles and her smile grows infinitely softer, ‘This is a million times better though.’

Your Momma’s voice is incredibly affectionate, ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ Mama murmurs.

She tears up a bit, taking your Momma’s hand in hers and asking, ‘Wanna go cuddle with our daughter now?’

Momma doesn’t even have to think twice.

‘There is nothing I would like more.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

zitrone - lemon

ich liebe dich - i love you

#a repost cause i forgot to add tags the first time...#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso oneshot #woso fanfics #woso imagine #katelynnwrites #fcb frauen #fc bayern frauen #woso community #gerwnt #dfb frauen

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tomanyhusbandz · 8 months ago

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His Girl

18+ no minors

David x Black fem reader

Summary: David McCall spots you one day at the mall with your friends and find you the most intriguing. sneaking in your room, one night your father lectures you through the door, and David’s possessiveness kicks in, and he decides to stake his claim on you while your father speaks on the opposite side of the door.

Author’s note: yall know the drill straight off the top (of my head)

Black fem reader,smut ish, possessiveness,kissing,biting,smoking

Mini flashback

You had not to long ago moved to this VERY suburban neighborhood with your mother and father who where both big shot lawyers and it was really awkward for you and your parents but you figured since they had so much money it shouldn’t be a problem to blend in. You had made a couple a friends on your first day at the new neighborhood school shockingly everyone was trying to get a piece of but you’d just roll your eyes and go on about your day not wanting to be anyone’s token black friend, despite that you met Nicole and Lora and they seemed pretty chill then one day you three where out and about at the mall when you notice a group of guys. They looked sketchy too sketchy for yours and Nicole’s liking but Lora was a free spirit you where fiddling with your nails when you noticed the silent one staring at you like his undressing you with his eyes.

He smiled with his eyes mysteriously watching your every movement down from your Mocha brown skin,Chanel pumps and frilly socks to your short black plaid skirt showing just a peek of your bow tattoos behind your thighs and that oh so neatly short button up white dress shirt you tied at the bottom making your curves teasingly entice anyone you walk past. You were like a siren you already had him hooked and he didn’t even know your name yet it made his breath catch and his heart flutter just from you rolling your eyes at him.

“Lora come on les go .. before I slip over this one’s drool” you say pointing over at him with your thumb making Nicole laugh covering her mouth one thing about you is your very out spoken something Lora couldn’t top you in

“So it’s like dat .. I can’t admire your beauty without you insulting me I’m wounded baby” The sexy stranger says with a million dollar smile on his face making you mentally bite your lip he was the hottest white boy you’ve seen in this town with a Jersey accent to top it off, doesn’t mean you ain’t gonna play hard to get

“Don’t call me baby i ain’t no body’s baby you have to earn this .. your cute though ciao !” You say linking arms with Nicole and Laura making sure to swing your hips as you walk away

“Ha! Well I’m David what’s your name!” he says shouting biting his lip as he follows running he catches up silently behind you his eyes watching your hips like a cat clock

“Y/n and that’s all your getting” you say laughing at his sudden per suite of getting anything he can from you

“Oh my gosh hooked already and she hasn’t gave you anything” Laura says a bit annoyed but humored as you all finally make it to your Ferrari which you let Nicole drive because you’ve seen Laura drive and it wasn’t the best

David silently watches you all climb in before quickly grabbing your hand and helping you climb over the seats watching you sit you look up at him and his grin with a sudden charm, a dangerous charm like he was hiding a bit of malice behind it but you shook the feeling as soon as he leaned both arms on the car supporting his chin he laid on top of them.

“So you gonna let me take you out .. or I gotta beg” he says his eyes low lidded and dark something about that you liked made your chest burn from the inside

“Mhmm I don’t know as much as I’d like to see you on yo knees I’d rather not .. but yeah you can take me out” you say biting your bottom lip the car revving up in the background you both ignore that signal from your friends you grab your receipt and write your address down and number handing it to him

“Good I’ll see youuu tonight ? but before you go you gotta give me something” he says in a whisper you both close to each other’s lips your French tip nail tracing his lips

“Do I ?” You say leaning closer to kiss him then the car slowly pulls off and the girls cackle along with you as you blow him a kiss

You watch from the back seat of the low top rrari he stands in the parking lot smirking as if he won the game you to just played you knew he was going to be trouble but you didn’t mind it, it was more fun for you that way you couldn’t piss your parents off anymore than you have.

Mini Flashback over

Ever since then you to had been inseparable where ever he went is where you went and same went for you. But sometime you needed space and that’s when David’s controlling side came out and he wanted to argue or try and manipulate you and make you feel bad about going out without him but he gave up on that when he realized you were going to do what you wanted anyway. No matter what he did you wouldn’t leave him even when your parents disagreed about him you kept seeing him and when they grounded you, you snuck out or he snuck in you where down for him and he was down bad for you.

Currently you where both in your room after you where grounded for the six time for joy riding in your dads new bentley with David and his friends your parents think his a bad influence on you but you didn’t care. Music played silently in the background as you blew smoke from your mouth and into David’s while you straddle him he laid under you examining your face, you scored some weed from his friend for free so you both were just silently mellowing out in your room while David rubbed his rough hands along your soft semi naked thighs fingertips sneaking under your pajama shorts, This was promptly his fifth night sneaking in and you were sure your dad knew but again you didn’t care.

“What ? .. you starin at me” you said smiling while the blunt hangs from your lips slapping his muscular chest his yankee cap backwards on your head

“Nothing you just look good on top of me” he says biting his lip and slapping your butt then taking the blunt from your lips

You giggle at his response before he could put the blunt to his lips you lean down and kiss his lips. He kissed you back possessive wrapping his hands in your hair tightly making you wince a little but shiver at the same time before he released you and took a hit then blew it out.

“So Lora has these too friends that wanna buy from you or maybe get it for free buttt they say they don’t like yo creepy rockstar friend” you say trying to slide off of him but he presses your thighs down so you can’t move keeping you in place with one hand

“Well then they don’t need a buy from me .. besides you the only one getting anything for free cause you mine “ he says in a growl almost intimidating you but making you excited at the same time

Before you could answer him you hear footsteps outside the door sounding like expensive dress shoes which only meant it was your dad again coming to lecture you about making good choices and dropping David.

“Are you smoking in there ?” He says frowning from the other side of the door that smell was familiar to him it reminded him of back when he was a teen the same reason he didn’t want you around David because of the stupid things he did

“NO! Daddy please not tonight i get it okay” you say rolling your eyes you look down at David who sits up on his elbows whispering for you to come closer which you couldn’t say no to he got a kick out of asserting dominance on you

“ Don’t get smart with me .. im just hear to tell you im sorry i just want what’s best for you” he says taking a deep sigh laying his forehead on the door in frustration

“Mhm ..” you say throwing your head back as David nibbles on your neck licking over the purple mark he left from earlier now sitting all the way up with you still in his lap he hold your waist making you grind against him

“And so does your mother we don’t want you knocked up and throwing away your future for some psycho your my little girl i just don’t wanna see you hurt ” he says sounding as if his waiting for your response not being able to hear much over your music playing in the background

“Mmh Dav … stop his right on the other side of the door” but he didn’t stop David’s hate fire was fueled by your fathers hateful words towards him he was right, David was a sick but he was sick for you and you for him, he knew you where down for whatever he asked you to do even if it meant pissing your parents off.

“Mh so .. I hope he hears us just so he knows’’ he says slipping his thumbs into the sides of your shorts bringing them under your butt revealing your satin panties, as he watched your eyes shut from his rough yet soft nibbling on your skin, your back arched over the edge of your bed a little

“ k-knows what” you say out of breath for his overstimulating bites and groping

The bed creaking from his slipping you off his lap and taking off his pants revealing his toned legs then he slips off his jersey showing his toned abdomen and wide shoulders. he turns around and bites his lip at you as he watches you from the bed, lean back on your elbows with your legs wide open and your shorts fully removed and just your panties on. Something his always imagined seeing you in he had just been playing nice since the first day you met the little cat and mouse game you would like to play, and he wanted to wait until you were ready but he could tell by that love drunk look on your face you wanted nothing but him.

“What’s that noise in there … is someone there and you’re lying to me again y/n!!” Your dad shouts from the outside turning the handle but it wouldn’t turn David smirked again and went over to you standing between your legs you lay back and slide your hand down his toned chest while yanking at his boxers eagerly.

“ That your my girl .. “he says watching your hands yank at his boxers pulling them all the way down as your dad hollers banging on the door in the background making David’s revenge all the more sweeter

#imagine #fear 1996 #mark wahlberg #90s #imagines #x reader #90s boys imagines #90s boys #black reader #black fem reader

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tastybluesprite · 3 months ago

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A Second Chance

It would be a crime to not write some fluff with them. As someone who watched the movie Logan before the Deadpool and Wolverine movie came out, it meant so so much to me to finally see these two reunite (technically). It just felt so tender and emotional. Anyway, it’s kinda angsty, but I tried not to overdo it with the angst because I don’t want to make people sad lol. Also I could’ve made the tickling a bit longer but it was kinda rushed… also I found myself focusing on the actual angst. So… yeah please enjoy!

Warnings: None aside from the fact that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just feel free to keep scrolling lol

Summery: Wade gives Laura a chance to do what she couldn’t with the other Logan

Although Laura stayed at the X Mansion with Yukio and Negasonic, as well as the other young mutants there, she still found time to come over and visit Wade and Logan every once in a while.

“Laura!” Wade grinned as she came through the door. He made sure to give her a copy of the apartment key, having certified her as basically his and Logan’s “child,” which Laura and Logan (however he didn’t entirely mind it though) found kinda dumb but either way she was happy to feel trusted with it.

Logan, sipping a beer, nodded up to her in greeting from the couch. “Sup’ kid.”

“Now Logan that’s no way to greet our guest.” Wade scolded.

“She basically lives here. You gave her a key.”

Wade ignored that. “Laura, hows Yukio and Negasonic doing? They alright?” He said with exaggerated interest.

Laura smiled and nodded. “They’re good. Helped me a lot with getting around that mansion.”

Wade grinned excitedly. “Hey Laura wanna stay and watch a movie with us? You can stay the night too.”

Laura shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

Wade headed to the kitchen to find good junk food and drinks. Naturally he’d have it all stocked up when he can.

Laura sat on the couch next to Logan. She couldn’t help stealing glances. He looked, sounded, and acted just like him.

Her Logan.

Logan noticed her looks and sighed. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? You look like you’re looking at a ghost.”

Laura hesitated. “It’s just… strange.”

Logan was confused for a moment, but realized what she meant. “Ahh… your Logan… right?”

Laura nodded. There was an air of… grief… sadness.

Logan took another drink of alcohol and cleared his throat. He didn’t want to make her sad about remembering her lost loved ones. Especially when he looked, sounded, and acted just like him, all while sitting right in front of her. It felt like he was reminding her of that pain just by being there let alone talking about him.

“Um… I’m a bit curious, kid… what was… he like?”

Laura sighed, but grinned a little. “He was… grumpy… mean… sometimes drunk… distrustful of everyone around him… hated everyone around him too… like everyone bothered him.”

Logan snorted a bit. “Definitely sounds familiar to me alright.”

Laura smiled at that. “Yes… but… despite all of that… he was… also kind… sometimes even the most gentle person you could ever know… he… might not have easily trusted others but… when he cared about someone… he did it with all his heart and soul.”

Logan’s eyes softened as she recounted her old friend.

“He sounds like a real great guy, kid.” He nodded.

Laura smiled and looked at him. “You’re a lot like him. Some of the bad sure… but most of the good also…”

Logan let that sink in. He was touched and flattered deeply that she saw him so positively. Especially given all he’d done. All he felt guilty for.

Wade came into the room and frowned. “What’s this? Logan, stop trying to make Laura cry!”

Logan just snorted at that.

“No it’s nothing like that… I was just… telling him about… the other Logan…” Laura assured.

Wade sensed the sadness behind her voice. he knew immediately he had to take action.

“Well well well… feeling nostalgic are we?” He grinned.

Laura smiled a bit at that. “Did you know him, Wade?”

Wade chuckled. “Know him? Of course. Knew that sack of angsty emo flesh for a long ass time.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. Now that he thought about it, Wade never actually told him about his relationship with this universes Logan. All he knew was that he was a damn good hero.

“Logan… the other Logan…” he nodded thoughtfully to Logan. “He and I met in the army actually.”

Laura raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Wade laughed. “Yeah. Funny enough, despite being so tough and rugged, the poor guy was a terrible flier.”

Logan frowned “Afraid of heights?”

Wade shrugged. “Who knows. Trauma…?PTSD…? Hughs creative decision to make the character more relatable…? All I know is that he nearly puked the first time I was on an army plane with him.”

Laura giggled. “He never told me that.”

Wade grinned. “Oh kid I bet there’s a lot he never told you. Like how ticklish he was.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Logan rolled his eyes “Wade…”

Wade grinned. “Relax peanut we aren’t talking about you…”

Laura just grinned though. “Wait, how do you even know that?”

Wade shrugged. “Might’ve poked him here and there. Also heard about it from his old friends back at the mansion.”

Laura giggled. “I wish I could’ve tried it.”

Wade suddenly grew himself a devious smile. “Oh, sweetheart you still can…”

Logan’s eyes widened slightly as Wade looked to him. Laura did too as she realized what he meant.

“No… no way… not happening…” he began, growing rather nervous as I moved back on the couch slowly. He didn’t exactly hate Wade doing it sometimes, but a gang up? And with a kid no less. He did not need to be damn humiliated like that.

Logan was lucky that he had already put his beer back down on the coffee table, because otherwise it would’ve spilled all over the couch as Wade pounced on him.

There was a struggle but Logan was a bit buzzed from the beer, making it difficult to fully fight back. Wade managed to grab him and link his arms under Logan’s firmly.

Wade grinned as Logan helplessly struggled. “All yours kid.”

Laura hesitated but slowly moved her fingers towards his vulnerable body.

“N-no… no, kid wait… wait… you… don’t really… AH!” He cried out loudly as Laura gently scratched her fingers at his sides. He thrashed more in Wades grip but it was really no use.

Laura grinned, his reactions egging her on to scratch more confidently. “He’s ticklish too…”

Wade grinned also and nodded. “He sure is! Aren’t you honey badger…?” He cooed playfully, making sure to keep his arms hooked back firmly as Logan squirmed around.

He made sure to keep his lips tightly sealed. He should not have to give in to such childish behavior.

However… that went out the window when Laura scratched at his ribs next. He finally bursted into uncharacteristic giggles.

Laura grinned more. “Wow. He really is ticklish…”

She prodded more into his ribs and Logan snorted a little in his giggle fits.

Wade smirked, watching his friend crumble under such gentle touches. He figured maybe he should give Laura some tips though.

“Hey kid, if you really wanna get the wolfie… he simply ADORES belly rubs…”

“N-nohohohoho!!! D-Dohohont lihihistehehen to hihihim eehehaha hehehehes ahahan ihihidihihiohohot!!!!” Logan insisted, trying to prevent the inevitable.

But before he knew it Laura had began gently digging into his stomach.

Logan would refuse to admit under any circumstance that he squealed.

“AHEHEHEHeh N-NOHHOHohoHohHO!!!” He cried out in laughter, thrashing more in Wades hold.

Laura grinned as she mercilessly attacked his belly.

“For such a grump he really can laugh…” Laura giggled, finding Logans laughter contagiously adorable.

Wade chuckled himself. “He sure can. Hey get his pits! He absolutely cackles.”

Laura nodded and scratched at his armpits, finding the skin there rather tender and soft despite the hair that grew there.

“GYAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!”

Logan nearly shrieked and fell weak against the touch as he wheezed out cackles, his laughter going in and out of silence as the nineteen year old deeply massaged her fingers into the center.

Seeing tears form around his eyes, and his face getting more and more red, Wade realized he didn’t want to full on torture the guy. Along with wanting an excuse to see Logan laugh his ass off, he also wanted to give Laura the opportunity at a second chance to bond with Logan, even if it isn’t the Logan she knew originally. He was just glad to see Laura happy. He was sure Logan felt that way also.

“Alright you mini me… time to let the guy up.” Wade chuckled as he loosened his hold on him.

Laura stopped her fingers and brought them away, allowing Logan to breath properly.

He gasped out for breath as he weakly fell against Wades lap.

“Y-you… t-two… s-suhuhuck…”

Wade and Laura both grinned.

“Awe don’t say that Logan! Laura might not be straight!”

Although Logan wouldn’t usually laugh at the scarred clowns jokes, he was too weak and still riding the giggle high from the tickle torture. He bursted out laughing more.

However his laughter was quite contagious (also Wades jokes could be genuinely hilarious sometimes). The other two fell into laughing fits also.

They had almost forgotten about their movie night plans in the chaos.

Although Laura missed the Logan she originally knew, her new friends were just as good as he was. She couldn’t be more grateful for that.

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hi it’s me again who requested the video tape!! thank you for that and i loved it 🫦

it’s so hot to imagine james being a single father… he adopts laura after the leave ending, idk it makes me so 🤸‍♀️ imagining james as a single father. and gentle morning sex. that’s also cute!

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★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

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★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg hello !! i'm glad you liked it , i had a lot of fun with it and i kinda , sorta wanna do a second part lol. your mind for the gentle morning sex ?? gentle and intimate with heavy eye contact ... sedate me

The first light of dawn spills softly through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. As the first light dances over your face, your lashes flutter, and a quiet groan slips from your lips. You stir, feeling the familiar warmth of James pressed behind you, his arm draped over your waist in a protective hold.

Reluctantly, you crane your neck to check the time, only to realize it’s early. Much too early. The small shift of your body stirs him, and you feel his hand flex around you as he starts to wake.

“Sorry, hun,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“’S’fine,” James responds, his voice a low, drowsy rumble. “I needed to get up early anyway to drop Laura off at school.”

You let out a soft laugh, barely more than a whisper, “Like, six a.m. early?”

A quiet groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls you just a little closer, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your side. “Maybe not,” he admits, voice softened by sleep, as if savoring this rare moment.

James nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. These moments, so rare and precious, were hard to come by with a child running through the house, always lurking around, popping up at the most inconvenient times.

A little nuisance, sure—but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. In this quiet sliver of dawn, with only the sound of his breathing and the faint hum of morning outside, you tasted a fleeting slice of domesticity.

His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilt your hed to the side, giving him better access, James takes full advantage. He peppers your skin with soft kisses, leaving you breathless. The friction of his stubble against your skin is a delicious mix of roughness and tenderness, making you arch into him.

"James," you breathe, your hands instinctively reaching back to grip his forearm. The heat between you is palpable, a silent promise of the passion that always seems to simmer just beneath the surface.

He nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. "Do you have to get up?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You shake your head, even though he can't see it, lost in the sensation of his lips moving lower, tracing a path down your shoulder.

"No," you reply, your own voice catching in your throat. "Not yet."

His hand moves higher, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown. The simple touch sends a wave of pleasure through you, making your nipples pebble instantly. He teases one with his thumb, the friction electric against your sensitized flesh.

"Mmm," you moan softly, turning your head to capture his gaze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, a green blaze that promises so much more than this fleeting moment. It's a look that speaks volumes, one that says he wants you as desperately as you want him.

James leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The connection is immediate and powerful, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours in a dance as old as time. Your bodies mold together, fitting perfectly as if made for each other. His free hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you even closer, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against your thigh.

You break the kiss, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "James," you whisper again, this time with a hint of urgency. "We shouldn't..."

He silences you with another kiss, this one softer, almost reverent. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips. "We just have to be quiet," he says with a hint of playfulness.

Encouraged, you scoot closer, your body pressing against him. Your breath hitches as your thigh brushes against his hardening length.

"James," you whisper, voice barely audible.

He just looks at you, his lips parted as if he’s about to say something. But then his gaze drops to your lips, and the intensity in his eyes makes your heart race.

"Please," you whisper, almost begging now. "Take me."

His breath catches, and you feel his entire body tense up for a moment before he exhales slowly. His hand moves from your cheek to your hair, tangling in the strands as he pulls you closer. He kisses you then, a soft, lingering kiss that speaks volumes without words.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with need. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low and rough.

You nod again, your fingers gripping his arm tightly. He shifts slightly, turning so that he’s half on his side, facing you. The straps of your nightgown have come undone. James' slips his hand down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your already hard nipple. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you let out a small gasp.

"Quiet," he reminds you, but there’s no reprimand in his tone. Only concern and affection.

You bite your lip, nodding once more. He leans in, capturing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Your hand travels down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around him. He’s hot and hard in your hand, and you squeeze gently, eliciting a low groan from him.

"God, you’re so beautiful," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "So perfect."

Your heart swells at his praise, and you move your hand, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. He closes his eyes, his head falling back as he revels in the sensation. But you want more, need more. You guide his hand down to your entrance, where your arousal is already slick and ready.

He hesitates for a moment, looking into your eyes as if seeking reassurance. You give him a small, encouraging smile, and he dips one finger inside you. The sensation is intense, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. He curves his finger, finding that sweet spot inside you, and you feel your body clenching around him.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he mutters, his voice strained. "So wet for me."

You nod, unable to form words, your focus entirely on the way his finger feels moving inside you. He adds a second finger, spreading you open, stretching you. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

"James," you gasp, your hips bucking against his fingers. "I want more."

He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. He pushes inside you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch is delicious, overwhelming, and you grip the sheets beneath you, trying to stay quiet. He pauses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice firm but gentle. "Don’t look away."

You obey, your eyes locked onto his as he positions himself above you. The thin veil of sheets that once shielded you both falls away, exposing your bodies to the powerful heat emanating from James.

As he traps you between his arms, your legs instinctively part wider for him, begging for more. With a smirk, James teases your slick entrance with the head of his throbbing cock, relishing in the sight of your wetness mingling with his own precum. "Beautiful," he whispers lowly before plunging into you once again, claiming you entirely.

James starts to move, thrusting slowly and deliberately. Each stroke of his cock fills you completely, the sensation building and building until it’s almost too much to bear. He watches you intently, his expression a mix of love and raw desire.

"That’s it," he murmurs. "Feel it, baby. Feel how good this is. How good we are together."

His words push you closer to the edge, and you feel the orgasm coiling deep inside you. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and you’re trembling all over. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, deeper. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks you.

"Yes, yes," you whisper, your voice breaking. "Oh God, James, I’m going to come."

"Let go," he urges. "Come for me. Let me see you fall apart."

The command pushes you over the edge, and you cry out softly as the orgasm rips through you. Your body spasms, squeezing him tightly as you ride out the wave of pleasure. He continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release, his breathing ragged.

"I’m close," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So close."

You reach between you, wrapping your hand around his cock where it meets your entrance, pumping him in time with his thrusts. The added friction sends him spiraling over the edge, and he groans your name as he comes, his seed filling you.

He collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. For a moment, neither of you moves, lost in the afterglow of your combined climaxes. Finally, he lifts himself off you slightly, his eyes still locked on yours.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, smiling up at him. "Mhmn, thank you baby."

He leans down, kissing you softly, his tongue flicking against yours. The kiss is tender, almost reverent, and it leaves you breathless. As he pulls back, he gives you one last, lingering look before rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

"Sleep now," he whispers, planting a kiss on your forehead. "We’ll talk later."

You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The dawn light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Then you hear it, right outside the hall. "Hey! Where's breakfast?"

It's Laura, you turn to him and chuckle. James sighs, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he mutters, “Guess our peace and quiet's up.”

You chuckle, whispering back, “Think we can get away with pretending we’re still asleep?”

He gives a low, tired laugh, “Tempting. But knowing her, she’ll barge right in.”

Right on cue, Laura’s voice rings louder, impatience growing. “Hellooo? I’m starving in here!”

James groans playfully, rolling his eyes. “Alright, alright! We’re coming!”

You share a small, conspiratorial smile before he plants a quick kiss on your cheek, muttering, “Let’s face the little monster.”

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