#I wonder if his mama taught him

[thetrashiestbaby]

HE WEARS EYELINER

[dutybcrne]

Arlecchino loves as her children equally. Read: Freminet is her favorite

[navybrat817]

Moving in Slow Motion

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Everything changes for Bucky when he meets you and your daughter.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, meet-cute, daughter nicknamed Sweet Pea, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: How mob!Bucky and our single mom met. Thanks to @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me babble about this AU. ���️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky met you and Sweet Pea at a science museum and his life changed for the better.

Growing up, Bucky enjoyed going to the museum. Beyond developing critical and analytical thinking, science encourages curiosity and creativity.

In another life, he liked to imagine he taught science and had a family instead of being a mob boss.

It wasn’t fair to think that since his friends were his family, but something was missing that they couldn’t provide him with.

Whether for nostalgic purposes or to clear his head, he found himself back in the familiar museum. He stood and silently observed various exhibits, his eyes darting back and forth as families bustled around him and enjoyed the interactive experiences.

Something tightened in his chest and he didn’t want to ponder on that for long.

A chorus of chatter and excitement drew his attention and he stepped back to make room when he saw a group of kids in matching shirts walk by. Field trips were always something to look forward to and the wonder in their eyes reminded him of simpler times.

“Mama, Mama, look!” A sweet voice called out before something bumped his leg. He glanced down to see a little girl look up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, Mister.”

Bucky Barnes struck fear into powerful men all over the world. He could only imagine how he looked to this sweet little girl with his large and imposing stature.

People liked to say he had a cold heart, but one look at her and it melted.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Sweet Pea.” He wasn’t sure where the nickname came from as he crouched down to make sure she was okay. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

She quickly shook her head and appeared to relax a bit when he gave her a small smile. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. “No, Mister. I’m okay.”

He nodded, glad to hear that. “You just got excited by everything here, didn’t you? I get it.”

“Uh-huh.” She smiled, making his smile widen. He didn’t smile much these days. “Science is my favorite!”

“It’s my favorite, too,” he said, pointing to one of the rooms. “Did you know in that room you can try to build your own roller coaster?”

She gasped, her eyes lighting up. “I can?!”

He chuckled. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “You sure can. I’ll bet you can build a really good one.”

“Sir, did she bump into you?” You rushed over through the crowd as Bucky’s eyes flickered up, his breath caught in his throat. You weren’t in a matching shirt like the kids, but wore a similar color. “I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t help but stare at you as he stood upright, everything moving in slow motion. The little girl made his heart melt, but you set it on fire.

“I said sorry, Mama,” your daughter said, a slight pout on her face when you put a protective arm around her and gave him a wary look. He appreciated your protective instinct. “Accidents happen.”

Bucky wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself that his eyes went to your left hand and was happy to not see a wedding ring. Questions went through his mind, ranging from why you weren’t married to what was the full backstory of you and your daughter?

“I know how happy you are to be here, but you also need to be careful and stay close to me,” you said in a gentle, but firm tone. Bucky had a feeling you weren’t referring to bumping into people, but to avoid strangers. “Okay?”

“Okay, Mama,” she replied, hugging your legs.

“It’s fine. Really. I’m pretty sure I walked straight into a wall once because one of the exhibits distracted me,” he teased, unsure of why he wanted to talk to you. He just did.

You smiled after a moment, keeping your arm around your daughter. “I appreciate that. This visit was all she talked about for the last week.”

“I don’t blame her. I hope she has the best time,” he said sincerely.

Your daughter tugged on your shirt. “Show him what I colored!”

Your eyes went to Bucky before you dug into your tote bag. “What do we say?” You asked your daughter.

“Please,” she replied.

Bucky smiled to himself when you took out a coloring sheet with various science and space objects. “Wow! Did you color this?” He asked the little girl. “It’s very good.”

She smiled proudly. “Uh-huh!”

“It’s for a contest. The winner gets a free season pass to the museum,” you explained, carefully tucking it back in your bag.

“I hope I win,” she said, hopefulness in her innocent eyes.

Maybe he could make a donation and get that season pass for her. Hell, he had enough money to buy the museum if he wished.

“Well, I’m not a judge, but you’d win if it was up to me,” Bucky said, taking it as a victory when she smiled again.

You gazed at him before you shook your head. “We should get back to the group.”

“Aww,” she pouted, giving Bucky a small wave. “Bye bye, Mister.”

“Bucky. My name is Bucky,” he said, wishing the wholesome interaction didn’t have to end. He was completely enamored with the two of you. “It was nice meeting you, Sweet Pea.”

“Sweet Pea?” You repeated. He worried he made a mistake in saying that before you smiled. “I call her that sometimes.”

“It’s fitting,” he said, tucking a bit of his hair back. “Any chance I might get your name before you go?”

You hesitated before you told him. You even gave him your daughter’s real name. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.”

Bucky was probably pushing his luck, but he’d regret it if he didn’t try. “Look, I know this is forward, but can I give you my number?” He asked, giving you what he hoped was a charming yet soft stare.

He didn’t take offense to the skepticism in your eyes. “Um…” You glanced over your shoulder to make sure the group was still close by.

“It’s more than okay if you say no,” he said. He didn’t want you to feel pressured in the slightest and he shouldn’t have assumed you were single because you weren’t wearing a ring.

It was also selfish in a way since you and your daughter seemed so bright and his world was dark, but maybe you two were the real reason he went to the museum today.

After a moment and exchanging a look with your daughter, you shrugged and handed him your phone. “Sure, why not?”

His heart soared when he put his number in, wondering how quickly he’d hear from you. “You won’t regret it,” he promised, making sure to give Sweet Pea one more smile, too. “Have fun making the roller coaster. And good luck with the contest.”

“Thanks, Mister Bucky!”

Bucky’s heart melted all over again as she pulled you away. You even glanced back and gave him a tiny smile, which he returned with one of his own.

He didn’t know you yet, but he sensed deep down that your expectations were set low when it came to men. He was going to enjoy raising the bar.

And he was going to enjoy giving you and Sweet Pea the best life possible, if you gave him a chance.

Wait ‘til the gang hears about this…

I don't have a name yet for the AU and still coming up with a nickname for our reader (Dream Girl and Starlight have been suggested!), but I can't wait to share more. Check out Heart and Home here! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[pierregazly]

breakfast for three ꨄ lando norris

lando norris x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of mother's day, lando and reader have a son, fluff [861 words]

request: 💗 i was wondering if i could please request prompt 3 with lando norris? [3. "Go back to sleep."]

The soft giggles broke through your warm slumber, a small smile pulling onto your lips as you felt the little hands squishing your cheeks. Wrapping your arms around the small body that had found itself on top of you, the giggles grew as you pulled his little body closer to yours.

“Mama, no!” 

The little boy squealed, his arms trying to break free of your hold as you littered his face with groggy kisses, blowing raspberries into the soft skin as the loud giggles continued.

“I think I’ve found myself a wild Archie this morning, haven’t I?” 

He shook his head instantly, pushing at your hands that tickled under his armpits, squealing in laughter as he continued to try and get away.

“No, Mama, no! I wanted to wake you up with a big kiss,” he enunciated the word big, pressing a slobbery kiss to your cheek once you finally halted your own attack.

“Oh did you, my sweet little love? Shall I give you a big kiss in return?”

He nodded his head eagerly, turning his cheek towards you with a toothy grin. Instantly pressing a large kiss to his little cheek, he cuddled into you, pressing his chin into your shoulder as the soft giggles returned.

“Archie, mate! I told you not to wake her up, we were supposed to be making breakfast for her and bringing it to her in bed, you silly boy,” Lando hollered from the door.

A pout formed on your son’s face, his face turning back into you as he tried to melt his body into yours. 

“I jus’ wanted a little snuggle, Mama,” the little boy whispered into your ear, a small smile pulling across your face at his words.

He always wanted a little snuggle in the morning, a tradition from the day he was born. From Lando picking him up and out of the crib to snuggle in bed, to the little boy eagerly crawling in between the two of you on Christmas morning; he always found a way to squeeze an extra snuggle in.

You felt him being picked up from beside you, a soft ‘no’ flying from his lips as he glared at the man above him. 

“Off you go to the kitchen, little man. Don’t you wanna spoil Mum for her big day? Daddy will burn everything without your help, Arch,” a look of horror overtook the little boy’s face at your husband’s words. He wiggled to get out of the arms holding him, ungracefully dropping to the floor below him.

His little feet pattered against the carpet, towards the direction of the kitchen. Lando turned towards you with a smirk.

“Mama’s boy til’ the end of his days, I swear,” he said with a shake of his head.

Leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, you smiled up at him, your hand gently grazing the grown-out stubble on his cheeks. 

“Just like his own daddy, don’t act like you’re not a little Mama’s boy, Lan,” you said.

Shrugging his shoulders, he simply grinned down at you. “Course’ I am, taught him well, didn’ I? His idea to cook you a little Mother’s Day brekky, jus’ for him to disappear and wake you up.”

Laughing softly, shaking your head at your son’s usual antics. You felt the fondness inside of you grow, a yearning to feel your son cuddled into your arms again, breakfast or no breakfast.

“Go back to sleep for a little bit, baby. It’s going to take us a little bit, he got all the waffle mix on the floor. Hasn’t been much help, really,” he said.

Quirking an eyebrow up at him, “You sure it’s not you that hasn’t been much help? Don’t think I’ve seen you cook breakfast once in the years we’ve been together.”

Pinching your bare shoulder, you whacked at his hand with a small laugh.

“You brat, I cooked you brekky last Mother’s Day, don’t act up or I’ll give you a little spank,” he said, a cocky grin overtaking his features.

Biting the corner of your lip, you let your finger gently tug on one of his overgrown curls as he grinned down at you.

“Hm, maybe that’s what I’m looking for. Good start to making a little brother or sister for Archie, don’t ya’ think?” 

The soft murmur of words prompted a redness to grow across Lando’s face, his hand cupping your cheek with a cheeky grin on his own face.

“Should I lock Archie out for a little bit, tell him the door’s closed and to jus’ play with the waffle mix for a little? Could get started right now, Mama,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Shoving at his shoulder with a laugh, you pushed him away from you, pulling the comforter tighter around your body. 

“I believe I was promised a wonderful Mother’s Day brekky, no? Get to it, Lan.”

Pressing another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips, the Brit pulled back from you. 

“Happy Mother’s Day, my love. Go back to sleep for a bit, it’s your day for us to spoil you for once.”

Happy Mother's Day to everyone who celebrates, to all the Mother's who are forgotten, who aren't given the love and celebration they deserve, the Mother's without their children today, the Mother's with their rainbow babies, their fur babies, their babies who are no longer with us - I hope you treat yourself well today.

To everyone with negative feelings towards Mother's Day, who do not look at this day with love and adoration - know that you are valid, and you owe no explanations. I hope you treat yourself with love and care today as well.

[miyaagis]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐I desire violently—and I wait. gojo satoru

political unions are means to strengthen a clan, and you were lucky enough to willingly accept his affections and give him an heir—a son. so, why does he need backup heirs from other women?

explicit content‐mdni. ₊˚⊹ ⚝ clan head!gojo, wife+mom!reader, infidelity, hurt little comfort, angst, jealousy, gojo being a boy dad, unnamed three-year-old baby gojo, pet names (honey, love), mentions of breeding and pregnancy.

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ a bit over 1,000

clan head gojo art inspo

the gojo estate had always been blessed with bright landscapes during winter.

gray skies blended seamlessly with the light colored buildings, graced by the light rain (even with monsoon season still months away) and a calm atmosphere brought by the cold mornings.

"fishie c'mere."

your son wiggled his little fingers inside the water of the fishpond, squealing in delight when a fish splashed next to him. the three-year-old turned to look at you, bright eyes shimmering with mirth and child-like wonder.

"kōhaku!"

still crouched next to the pond, he loudly repeated what he had been taught recently by his governess.

even at his young age, his curiosity for the world surrounding him seemed endless, constantly having the clan's nannies on their toes only to get his way with that charming smile he clearly inherited from satoru.

"is that my mochi!?"

the exaggerated gasp from your husband quickly caught the little boy's attention, searching for his dad by turning his head left and right.

satoru's grip around his son came from behind, his little sandals falling from his feet as he's thrown up in the air before landing safely in his father's arms.

"papa, look! kōhaku!"

your husband gasps, dangling the boy over the pond as they watched the fish swim, "woahhh! my son is so smart!"

the little boy giggled as satoru littered his chubby cheeks with kisses, getting thrown over his dad's shoulder as they made their way towards you.

"good morning, my love," he leaned down to peck your lips, smiling tenderly at you. "has the little squirt been giving you any trouble?"

"he woke up an hour ago" you sighed, and he could perfectly picture you handling the cranky boy all by yourself.

"mama, i'm hungry." your son whined, letting his head fall against satoru's shoulder as he pouted adorably. "tummy hurts."

"go wash up, I'll handle breakfast," seeing the tired look on your face, he knew he had to cut you some slack and do his part as a parent. "take as long as you need, sweetheart."

with a kiss on your temple and a thankful smile from you, he sent you back to your shared bedroom while he took your little one to the kitchen.

"c'mon, mochi. let's go make mama something yummy."

—

two hours earlier.

satoru felt the warm embrace of his mistress nuzzling against him, her arms wrapped around his middle, and their legs tangled together under the thick comforter.

the sun wasn't even up, but the birds already chirped loudly through the window.

her faint sigh caught his attention, pulling her closer by throwing her leg over his hip while caressing the smooth surface of her thigh. they didn't even bother with clothes the night before, cocooning against each other after falling limply on the bed.

small kisses had warmth blooming on her skin, the comforting heat shared between their nude bodies as they stayed cuddled together.

"again?"

the clear disbelief in her tone made him chuckle, grunting softly as he pulled half of her body on top of his.

"I have to make sure it takes."

she hummed and smiled sleepily, pressing her lips onto his as he nudged her bare folds with the crown of his shaft right before sinking in her warmth.

they both felt their bodies ease up in relief, soft sighs exchanged in between sloppy kissing as he lazily thrust inside her.

satoru kept his face nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in while his arms wrapped around her. eventually, his lips moved back to her mouth in need of intimacy, the languid strokes of their tongues matching the steady pace of their lovemaking.

it didn't take him long to feel his member twitch and throb, emptying another load of his seed inside the woman, murmuring sweet nothing's as his length softened and slipped out of her.

satoru found it easy to fall asleep again with his mistress in his arms.

—

the fabric of your robes rustled silently around your feet—which seemed glued to the floor, as you watched her exit the main house of the gojo estate after another meeting between the Gojo's and her own clan.

her eyes met yours, and her hand immediately went to her flat stomach, as if protecting it, which made you scoff. and it only worsened when your husband held her hand as he helped her descend the wooden stairs.

all you could offer was a blank, emotionless stare, your sleeping son carefully held in your arms with his face hidden in the crook of your neck.

her eyes went to him, and your instincts screamed at you to shield him from her. what else did she want from you? was she after your son as well?

satoru swiftly rushed his mistress towards the exit so he could go back to you, having seen your distress. once he met you at the entrance of your own home, his frame interrupted your stare-down with the woman.

"let's go inside, honey." his tone was calm and gentle, coaxing you to let the issue go and head inside, but you didn't move. "please?"

"have you fulfilled your part of the deal?"

the coldness of your gaze had your husband pouting like a kicked animal. he ached to reassure you of his love, but he was quickly running out of ways to prove it.

"yes, I have."

wordlessly, you turned around with your son cradled close to you, his little fingers clinging onto your robes and satoru right behind you.

"my love, I hold no feelings. you know this already."

his reassurance was of little to no use. how he expected you to accept him impregnating another woman was beyond you.

"it's a political union," he vehemently said, knowing he had to convince you that she'd never become a wife of his. he'd give her a child—a backup heir—in exchange for her clan's resources and political ties. "I hold no feelings. you are my wife and the mother of the gojo clan's heir."

after putting down your son in his bed, making sure his soft hair was out of his forehead and the blanket kept him warm, you finally met satoru's gaze back.

"I don't want to know anything about her existence. don't ever bring her to my home again."

satoru nodded eagerly, willing to promise anything in order to end your sour mood. "I won't."

your son's room went silent besides the small breaths of his as he slept, unaware of the conflict worming inside his own home.

"but I will be out of our home more often." satoru knew he had to be careful with his words, blue eyes watching your reaction closely. there was no way to make it hurt any less, and he was finding it harder to conceal the excitement brimming from him. "she's pregnant."

satoru had to make sure the mother of his unborn baby had everything she wanted—him included.

[sandwitchstories]

Kiss It Fix It

Hello, Hello! Here is the next installment in my series of drabbles, headcannons and one shots about Dad!Sukuna!

For more adventures with Mouse and Dad!Sukuna, check out my Daddy Duty Series on my AO3 - Here! )

If you prefer to read on AO3 click here !

Author's Note: For anyone new to my Dad!Sukuna Series, Mouse is Sukuna's currently 2 year old daughter with reader.

Summary: While fleeing from naptime Mouse sustains an injury.

WC: 1000+

CW: Reader is referred to as Mama but not described, toddler dad Sukuna, girl dad!sukuna, true form Sukuna (4 arms), it's pretty much just plain Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack, it is SFW but 2 swear words are said (well technically one but it's said twice)

Sukuna was sitting atop his throne, staring out into the vacancy of the room he was in. Here he was the ultimate law. Here was where he made pathetic humans tremble and crawl. He made them beg, never being even the slightest bit benevolent. Nah. He was fully malevolent, just like his shrine.

He rested his head on his palm and closed his eyes. He let out a slow breath. He was glad these tedious meetings were over. These curses and sorcerers were all so pathetic. Their squabbling and scheming… Very few of them had strong enough convictions to actually stand and fight against opposition. 

It was all a waste of his time and utterly bored him. Sukuna was not a fan of being bored. Maybe it was time for a little… walk about. Go stretch his legs, find some fresh… meat. Uraume was saying the supply of human flesh was getting low. He did need it to survive and the hunt would help him blow off some steam, especially if he played with his food first. 

Just as he finished that thought the door to his throne room began to open slowly. He lifted his head and arched his eyebrow, wondering just who would have the audacity to enter his throne room without permission. 

“Papa?”

He should have figured. “What do you want, Mouse?”

She finished shoving the heavy door open enough she could squeeze in. He watched as she made her way across the room and up to his throne of bones. With expert ease she made her way up the stairs to stand at his feet.

“Papa, up. Please and thank you,” she said, stretching her arms up.

“You know you are not supposed to be in here,” he narrowed his eyes on her, unmoving.

“But I need Papa…” she pouted.

“Why do you need me? You have your mother. Hell, you have Uraume somewhere around here too,” he scoffed.

Mouse rested one hand on his knee and then lifted the other to show him a pretty deep cut on the palm of her tiny little hand. “Need Papa to kiss it, fix it.”

He used one hand to pick her up by the back of her clothing and set her on his lap, keeping that hand behind her to keep her stable. Another hand cupped the back of her head, thumb rubbing in a gentle pattern. He used a third hand to hold hers and take a look.

“How the hell did you do that?” he muttered, using his RCT to heal her hand. “There you go. It’s fixed.”

“No, it’s not,” she shook her head glancing at her palm and then at him expectantly.

“What the hell do you mean it’s not fixed?”

“Papa didn’t finish,” she said, moving the hand to hold it in front of his face as if she were presenting evidence. “Seeeeee.”

“Mouse, I see nothing. Literally nothing. It’s been healed.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“But… papa didn’t kiss it fix it…” she pouted up at him.

Kiss it fix it… He was so grateful you had taught your daughter that a kiss healed wounds and had somehow convinced him to play along. He let out a sigh and moved her hand to his mouth “Muah. There. Happy?”

“Yes. Please and thank you, Papa,” she said with a smile before moving to lean into him.

He gave in instantly, wrapping arms around her and holding her impossibly small frame in his arms. Careful like she was made of glass. “Now what do you want, Mouse?”

“Just Papa,” she said softly, a sleepy note to her voice. 

He smiled down at her gently, “Fine. You may stay.”

A short time later you came into the throne room full of concern, slightly frantic and looking for Mouse. You had found broken glass and were concerned about her well being while trying to locate her. All you had done was go to the bathroom and the little convict had once again made an escape and left destruction in her wake. But this time there had been blood.

You let out a sigh of relief when you saw her in his arms. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that if she had any injuries, Sukuna would have used RCT to heal them. When it came to Mouse, he talked tough but he was a damn good Papa.

Your heart swelled with love as you took in the scene. You couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face. You touched your fingertips to your mouth to stifle the happy chuckle you let slip. Sukuna was sound asleep on his big scary throne of bones with Mouse, in her little pink outfit with her little pink pigtails, equally sound asleep in his arms. 

You were about to turn back out of the room when Sukuna opened one of his eyes and focused it on you. Seeing it was you, he blinked awake. He carefully stood and descended his throne to come to you with Mouse still sound asleep, cradled in his arms. 

You were confused as he grabbed your hand and started walking. “Sukuna, where are we going?”

“Our room of course.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because it is nap time, quite obviously.”

“You two looked comfortable where you were,” you commented. He napped in that thing all the damn time and it would not have been the first time Mouse joined him.

“We were,” he said, using one hand to push open your bedroom door, gesturing for you to enter first before closing the door softly behind him. 

“Then why relocate and risk waking her?” you asked as you stood next to him and watched him very carefully lay her down on the bed before he turned towards you. 

“For one very simple fact,” he said, pulling you close and tilting your head up to press several gentle kisses to your lips. “You don’t like sleeping on my throne.”

“I don't,” you agreed.

“Then isn’t it obvious?” he chuckled.

“Papa? Mama?” Mouse stirred from the bed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“We’re right here, little one,” you said with reassurance, crawling onto the over sized bed to reach your daughter’s side. 

You laid down on your side and pulled her closer to you. You were about to turn to speak to Sukuna when you felt him lay down behind you and wrap his arm around you both, his large hand resting on Mouse’s back on top of your own. He kissed the back of your head before nuzzling his nose against your hair.“It’s nap time, precious one. Go the fuck to sleep.”

[darkestspring]

Can we ✨PLEASE✨ get more Jaehaerys and Jaehaera with reader (and Aegon)?? 🥺😍🥰

Like the twins being Aegon’s accomplices in keeping other men away from reader. Or the twins helping Aegon to get back into the readers good graces. You know they’d be the best wingman&wingwoman (wingkids?? lol) 😊☺️😁

-🌺

It became wholly apparent to everyone with seeing eyes that Aegon and his wife were in the midst of a fight. It was the way Aegon desperately tried to get her attention and get her to st least look at him, having already discarded his anger but she refused to even look at him. always ignoring him and acting like he didn't exist in her vicinity.

the twins could really only watch it happen, not sure who they were supposed to side with. They did love their father but.... they weren't sure if their mother had ever been wrong before. she was always right! their mother was the best, after all!

"I don't like it." Jaehaerys muttered to Jaehaera as he watched their mother ignore their father while conversing with Tyland Lannister. "Uncle Aemond said that if this keep up, Mama will divorce Papa, whatever that means but it can't be good."

"Mama doesn't like lions so she won't leave Papa for that weird uncle." Jaehaera spoke as if her words were fact and to her they were. "Mama loves dragons! So, it'll be fine but we can scare that weird uncle if you want."

"Okay!" Jaehaerys liked that idea!

"Mama, i want to show you something!" Jaehaera appeared practically out of thin air and you stopped in the middle of your discussion with Tyland to look down at your daughter.

"I'll be right back." You smiled at Tyland politely as you let jaehaera drag you off and Jaehaerys took your place, staring up at Tyland with dead eyes just like his Papa taught him and speaking ominously.

"Mama says men with lions will ultimately die an early death," He said before turning away and disappearing.

Tyland stared at the spot where the prince had stood, white as a a ghost. Had he just been cursed? It felt like he had.

You looked majorly unamused as you were guided towards Aegon, leave it to your daughter to get you to reconciliate with your husband.

"Aegon." You greeted him dryly but it was better than ignoring him so he let it go.

"My heart." He reached out and held your hand, considering it a victory that you hadn't shrugged him off. "I am sorry for my harsh words, I shouldn't have been so cruel, especially towards you. I adore you, you encompass the other half of my soul."

You huffed, looking to the side in an attempt to not melt and forgive him too soon. "I was hurt by your words."

"I know, my love. I said such horrible, untrue things. It wasn't fair. Please forgive your court fool?" He looked at you and you snorted before humming.

You looked to the side as Tyalnd ran past, looking sick. Huh... what's up with him, you wondered.

"Mama and Papa made up!" Jaehaera gravitated towards Jaehaerys' side eagerly and you leaned into Aegon softly.

Aegon gave the twin a thumbs up when you weren't look.

The plan was a success after all. And here you thought Aegon wasn't a good dad.

[tomblythismyhusband]

makeup [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | anon request | Throughout your whole relationship with Billy, he had been cold. Finally you’d had enough. When telling him how you feel, Billy also reveals his true feelings which leads on to a night you both won’t forget.

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, pnv, oral (fem!receiving), language, teasing, overstimulation, praise!kink, reader lowk bratty in the beginning

[wc]: 3.3k

[note]: thank you so much for the request!! I have the original request linked here. enjoyed writing this (even though I got a little carried away lowk….)

Cold. Thats one word to describe Billy’s behavior towards you recently. As you glared at the back of his head from across the bar you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt in your heart.

You see, you and Billy were in a relationship. A secret relationship. And honestly, you liked it like that. No one would know of your relations with a famously dangerous outlaw and you could still enjoy him.

The only problem was that Billy seemed to be drifting. He had been blowing you off more than usual and treating you differently. He was less touchy, more reserved, quiet.

You searched your brain to try to remember if you’d done something wrong to deserve this treatment but you couldn’t recall anything. And now, with your eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he laughed and drank with his friends you wondered if you should even put up with this anymore.

If he wasn’t going to treat you right then why even continue the relationship? I mean, sure he was phenomenal in bed but you also yearned for the emotional connection. And with Billy, emotions were never the main focus. He always dodged personal questions, always made excuses on why he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. The only times where he was honest were rare and usually occurred when he’d had too much whiskey.

You were a busy woman, and didn’t deserve to put up with this bullshit.

You gulped down the rest of your drink and stood up from where you sat in the bar. Seeing Billy enjoying his time with his friends made jealousy bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to get him back. Wanted to get him mad.

You knew you couldn’t directly speak to Billy without arousing suspicion about your relationship with him so instead you decided to make a subtle move. Something your mama had taught you to do.

You walked by Billy’s table,filled with clamoring cowboys. They all seemed to be drunk out of their minds. You spotted a man, swaying and slurring next to Billy holding a bottle of whiskey.

Smirking, you bumped into him, sending the man lurching forward, spilling the bottle of whiskey right onto Billy’s lap. Gasps and groans were heard in response to the “accident” you had caused.

“Oh! I’m sorry boys. Silly me.” You said with faux sincerity. You knew that all you had to do was bat your lashes and flash a smile and the mistake would be forgotten. And it worked. Worked on everyone except for the only man you made sure you’d really piss off. Billy.

“No problem darlin’.” One of the cowboys slurred, waving his hand dismissively as he grinned. Your eyes locked with Billy’s and you could almost see the burning anger in them.

“I hope you didn’t get too drenched..” You said sweetly, your lips forming a pout.

Billy glanced down at his whiskey soaked shirt and looked back up at you, making your heart flutter for a moment.

“No worries. I know you didn’t mean it ma’am.” He said through gritted teeth. You flashed him another grin and waved. “Well goodbye.”

With that you hurried out of the bar, a little bit of you hoping Billy would be on your heels demanding an explanation for your behavior.

To your disappointment he didn’t follow. Typical. He was great at ignoring and running away from problems that really needed fixing.

Deep down you knew that he would never make a scene running after you like that. He respected you and the secrecy of your relationship too much.

You huffed and walked down the creaky steps of the bar and started to make your way home. You felt only slightly intoxicated from your time drinking but it wasn’t enough to blur your judgment. You mulled over the thought of even continuing seeing Billy as you walked, biting your nails with indecision.

By the time you made it to your doorstep you made a final verdict. The next time you saw Billy you were going to call it quits. If he wasn’t going to put effort into wanting you then you didn’t want to waste your time any longer. You felt a bit lighter as the weight of the decision lifted from your mind. He would understand. He couldn’t have been oblivious to the way he was treating you.

The thought of telling Billy your decision definitely made you anxious, but you were doing this for you. You couldn’t take anymore of his standoffish attitude any longer.

Later that night you settled into bed, closing your eyes to dream when the sound of your window being wrenched open caused you to sit up quickly. Your heart beat loudly in your ears as you clutched your chest.

It was dark, the only shape you could make out was a dark figure at the edge of your bed which was lightly illuminated by the moonlight. The wind whisked in a cold draft from the now open window causing you to shiver.

“Who’s there?” You said loudly, leaving the fear out of your voice.

“Guess.”

The voice was low and rough. You knew that tone anywhere. It had whispered to you in the dark on many occasions and now was no different. You felt your body relax as you threw off your covers and stood up from your bed.

“Billy.” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. You could now make out his rugged appearance staring at you from a few feet away. His shirt was wrinkled and missing the buttons at the top, and his hair was rumpled as well. You couldn’t deny he looked gorgeous though, with the way his blue eyes still shone bright in the darkness.

You heard his boots thump on the ground as he stepped closer to you.

“Want to explain why the hell you knocked a man’s whiskey all over me tonight?” He said in a low voice. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you as he waited for an answer.

“It was an accident.” You shrugged. This earned a scoff from Billy. You knew he wouldn’t have believed your lie, but it was worth the shot.

“I may not know a lot of things Y/n.. but I know when you're lying.” He took another step forward and you frowned up at him.

You decided to bite the bullet and flat out tell him what you had been thinking about recently. The fate of your relationship with him.

“Billy, I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Billy froze. He had not been expecting that.

“…What?” He said slowly, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You repeated, a little louder now.

Billy’s mouth parted with disbelief. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath.

“You really couldn’t have seen this coming? You’ve been distant for weeks. Cold. I can’t let you waltz around and treat me like this anymore.”

Billy laughed, even though there was no trace of humor in his eyes.

“Cold?” He chuckled. “I haven’t treated you any differently than when we first started dating.”

You scoffed, glaring at him. “Are you serious? You’ve seemingly avoided me for weeks. You don’t even try to see me anymore. You're either out doing god knows what or drinking your brains out at the saloon!” You felt anger bubble up in your gut. How could he be so.. uncaring?

Billy shook his head. “That ain’t true, I try to see yo-“

“Don’t lie. Don’t you dare lie to me Billy.” You snapped, taking a step forward to emphasize the demand.

Billy crossed his arms, not liking your tone nor your accusations.

“You’ve been treating me like shit.” You said angrily. “And I’m tired of it.”

Billy’s jaw ticked at your words. He tore a hand through his brown curls with frustration. “Darlin’ I didn’t-“

“No.” You cut him off again. “Don’t darling me.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you began to pace.

“All I ever do is wait for you. Wait for you to see me, wait for you to pay attention to me. And guess what? You never do. I’m not gonna walk and wait for you any longer. I’m tired of it I-“

Billy took a step forward, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from pacing. The action caught you off guard, causing the breath to escape your lungs. The bedroom went silent.

“It’s because I can’t fucking control myself around you.” Billy growled.

You froze in his grip, your brain replaying the words again and again. You didn’t know what the hell he was on about.

“W- what? What are you talking about?” You whispered, staring wide eyed up at him.

Billy let out the breath he had been holding in. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Not painful, but full of urgency.

“I can’t fuckin’ control myself around you Y/n. And I know I’ve been treating’ you like shit. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Scared to get in too deep, because when I look at you-.” He paused. “When I look at you all I want to do is love you and I know deep down I ain’t good for you.”

You blinked at him, not believing what you were hearing.

“What are you saying..” You whispered.

Billy looked down. “I’m saying I’m fucking in love with you Y/n. But- I know you don’t deserve someone like me- a nobody. And I push you away because honestly.. I’m scared that I'll mess something up. That you’ll leave. That I’ll hurt you.”

You shook your head quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Billy’s gaze flicked up to yours. “I already have.” He whispered.

You paused for a moment. “Is this really how you feel?” You said softly, searching his expression for answers. His blue eyes looked so much more fierce now with the added emotion.

Billy nodded. “It’s stupid, I know but goddamn it- You're perfect and I can’t help but go crazy around you.”

You lifted up his hands to cup his face. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt sooner..?” You murmured.

Billy turned his head into your cheek, kissing your palm softly. “I was scared Y/n. Scared of what you’d say. I’m sorry.” You felt his words vibrate against your palm sending a delicious shiver up your spine.

“Prove it.” You whispered.

Billy’s eyes flicked up to yours. “What?”

You could see the confusion in his expression as you cleared your throat.

“Prove it. Prove that you love me then.”

Billy hesitated, lips parted as his mind worked through the words coming out of your mouth. He then stood up straighter, slowly snaking a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do I have your permission to darlin’?” He mumbled. Your body grew excited with anticipation. You were aware of what he was insinuating, and you were sure as hell not complaining.

“Yes.” You breathed, tilting your head to let Billy’s other hand slide around your neck. You felt his fingers brush across your jaw as he held you, his grip gentle. You tell he was holding back.

“Billy..” You said softly. He dipped his head lower towards yours. “Don’t.. don’t hold back.”

Billy’s eyebrows raised. He then squeezed your body slightly tighter. “Are you sure.. because I want to do so many things to you right now.” He murmured.

You nodded, but before you could even say anything in response he had you pinned against the wall. You gasped as he placed his lips on your own. He swallowed your moans, pushing his tongue between your lips, kissing you frantically as if he’d been starving. His hand encased your neck, keeping your head perfectly angled for his lips.

You liked this side of him, it felt real, raw. The way he nipped at your bottom lip between kisses, roamed his hands over your body, and let out tiny sounds of need made your heart thump louder in your chest.

You shut your eyes and gave into the feelings washing over you. The darkness made the feeling of his lips so surreal. You kept your eyes closed until you felt Billy tap your cheek lightly with his pointer and middle finger. You fluttered your eyelids open, lips parted looking up at him.

“Keep your eyes open darlin’.” Billy rasped, his eyes staring into your own. “I need you to be able to see how much I want you.” You let out a sigh at his words, a sigh of surprise. He’d never been this attentive when fucking you before.

Billy then took his hands and slid down the sleeves of your night dress. The cold air hit your bare shoulders instantly, but the chill was soon replaced with warmth when Billy placed his lips there.

Billy nipped at your collarbone, making his way closer to your chest with every kiss. While he kissed you, you could feel one of his hands slide up your leg, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it traveled.

“You're so perfect.” Billy mumbled against your skin.

You felt so overwhelmed with his touch you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him to fuck you. Right then and now.

“Billy-“ You gasped as he kissed the tops of your breasts, which were now peaking out of your dress due to how it had been pulled down, “I need you- please.”

You could feel Billy’s lips form a smirk against your chest. “Already?” He chuckled.

You took his face in your hands and guided it back up to your mouth. You kissed him feverishly, aching for more than he was giving to you.

“Let me pick you up.” You heard Billy mumble softly against your messy kisses. You moved yourself a little off the wall as Billy’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing before lifting you. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and he carried you with ease over to your bed.

The world around you whirled as he laid you down on the bed roughly, bed springs creaking, before crawling on top of you to reach your lips again.

You tugged at his shirt as he kissed you, signaling to him that you wanted it off. Billy complied, sitting up, strong thighs straddling your waist, as he began to unbutton his shirt. You looked up at him with admiration. His curls were all tousled and arrayed across his forehead, his lips pink and plump due to your kisses.

Billy’s hands worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt before sliding down his suspenders and pulling off the garment and tossing it aside. His chest, defined and strong, was illuminated by the moonlight.

“Goddamn it, you're gorgeous.” You mumbled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach so intensely now. He let out a low chuckle, bending down to hover over you again.

You grabbed his neck and fiercely pulled him back onto you. Lips and teeth clashing with stronger intensity than before. Your hand flew up to dig itself in his curls as he began to trail his way down your body. He pushed up your night dress to your hips before you sat up slightly to pull it off over your head and onto the floor.

Billy smiled down at you admiring your breasts that now sat perfectly displayed as you laid there. Then he averted his eyes down to the pretty white panties you wore, desire. glinting in his eyes.

His fingers traced up your thighs, painfully slow even though you could tell he was doing everything in his power not to go batshit crazy and fuck the life out of you. You felt the sensation of his fingers gently skimming the fabric keeping him from your cunt.

You watched, biting your cheek in anticipation, as he slowly bent down towards your core, pulling down your panties and tossing them aside. You watched as Billy wet his lips before attaching his lips to your pussy.

You jolted, back immediately arching as he pushed his tongue throughout your folds, lapping up your slick.

“Fuck-“ You choked, mouth falling slack as he ate your cunt. His fingers placed themselves on your clit, massaging circles as his tongue worked on your folds. You panted as the knot in your gut became tighter and tighter, the pleasure growing by the second.

After a few more minutes of this you came, letting out a breathy moan at the unexpected intensity of it.

Billy grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling up so his face was over yours again. His eyes skimmed over your features as you came down from your climax. Billy bent down and kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind.

“You taste so damn good.” Billy murmured as he kissed you. You heard the clinking of his belt sliding off. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you snakes your hands around Billy’s body to grip his back.

Soon Billy’s trousers were thrown aside along with his boxers. At that moment you wanted him so bad that you kissed his face frantically, not letting him break for air. You felt the head of Billy’s cock prod at your opening, letting a moan escape your lips.

“I want all of you.” You whispered as you kissed him.

Billy let out a soft grunt in reply, sinking into you, filling you up. You both stopped for a moment just getting used to the feeling before Billy began to move his hips slowly. You squeezed him, nails digging into his back as he began to pick up the pace.

This was when Billy let go. hips snapping, mouth open, eyes fluttering, hands gripping you firmly. You were whisked away into your own world. A world where it was just you and him, moving together with ease, moans of pleasure escaping your lips.

“S’ good.” Billy moaned, thrusting harder into you. Your whimpers sounded sweet in his ears, reassuring him that he was making you feel good.

“Billy..” You breathed. “I’m- I-“ You stumbled over your words.

“I know doll.. I know.” Billy rasped, pounding into you relentlessly as his lips danced upon your skin, marking you as his.

Tears pricked in your eyes, the feeling of Billy’s cock absolutely overwhelmingly as you chased your second orgasm. The familiar knot of tension in your gut began to form again and by the feeling of Billy’s thrusts, he was close too.

Billy mumbled praises against your neck until he finally came. He let out a throaty moan as you clenched around him, intensifying his own orgasm.

You both laid still for a moment, Billy’s cock still buried deep inside of you. Then as exhaustion hit, you pulled Billy down so he was laying limp on top of you. You ran your hands through the curls that feathered over his forehead, now slick with sweat.

“I think you proved that you love me pretty well.” You whispered, playing with his hair still.

Billy let out a deep hum. You could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed as well as the rapid thumping of his heart.

“Darlin’ I’m just getting started.” He mumbled. You glanced down at him to see his eyes drooping shut, and you didn’t blame him. It was late. His words earned a chuckle from you as you dipped your head to place a soft kiss on his temple.

“Someone’s a little too tired for more I’m thinkin’.” You teased softly. Billy just let out another exhausted hum as an answer.

“Goodnight Billy.” You whispered, feeling your own wave of tiredness was over you. Billy shifted to wrap his hands around your naked body, making you, as well as him, more comfortable.

“I hope you never forget how much I love you.” Billy mumbled. You closed your eyes and listened to his breathing.

“I won’t.” You finally whispered back.

Soon soft snores escaped Billy’s lips, lulling you off into a sweet sleep, full of a newfound feelings for your lover. You felt as if you broke through his shell, and you were excited to get closer to him.

[lght-roastcoffee]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ Jealous ⋆ ˚｡⋆

prompt: "Are you jealous?"┆Tuna-Tober ⊹ Day 3

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

wordcount: 1.6K

warnings: slight language

author's note: So I've only watched the netflix show and have yet to read the books, so my knowledge of the series and universe is from that. I love Benedict though. He's the himbo rich boyfriend I've always wanted. ♡

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢-𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

“Why do you insist I wear these silly gowns, Mama?”

My mother huffs as she swats at my fidgeting hands, trying to find a more comfortable angle in this ridiculous corset. She straightens the damned thing back to how it was, one of the bones digging its way into the side of my waist.

“Because, darling,” she begins, smoothing my hair to the side, “tonight is your first ball back into society. I know you enjoyed your time in the country with your aunt, but it is time you find yourself a husband.”

Taking my gloved hand in hers, she places a dance card on my wrist and leads me into the Danbury estate where tonight’s social event is in full swing. 

“Now, remember.” Mama turns to face me, cradling my face in her hand. “Tonight is for you to socialize and get to know those of the Ton. If you do not find someone who has caught your attention tonight, I will still love you.” 

Mama smiles at me before taking my hand again and guiding me inside the grand ballroom. It was filled with a vast assortment of fellow debutants, bachelors, and families mingling. In the middle of the room, couples were participating in the dancing, others talking near the lemonade tables, and others hovering around the dance floor conversing with their neighbors. Off to one side, I spot the one person I was hoping to see tonight dressed in the ever-recognizable blue color nearly all the Bridgertons wear. I quickly say goodbye to Mama, who was already conversing with Lady Danbury, and rush over to my friend.

“Eloise!” I greet, catching the girl’s attention. “It is so great to see you, my dear!” 

Eloise’s face lights up in recognition, turning to hug me. “Y/N! How was the country? You will have to recount your time to me! I’m sure your aunt taught you much in your time together.” 

My mother thought it best for me to get away after my failed engagement to Lord Pedleton, a filthy man double my age of twenty years. My father thought the union would bring fortune to our families, but all it brought was harm after Lord Pedleton was found bedding his maid. The scandal it brought to both our families caused my father to break the union and my mother convinced him it was best I spend some time with my aunt.

For the past year since, my aunt has taught me everything she knows and how to be in society as a woman while enjoying the more… improper joys in life. She took me to gallery openings of her friends, invited me to parties and gatherings with equal minded artists and intellectuals who did not look down at me for being a woman. She encouraged me to begin writing and worked with me to finish my first novel, publishing under a pseudonym and watching as others enjoyed my craft. To say I thoroughly enjoyed my time away was an understatement, and Eloise knows as I’ve written to her through the year and sent her an advanced copy. 

“It was wonderful, Eloise,” I sigh, a slight smirk forming on my lips. “The things I’ve done would make you blush.

She laughs, throwing her head back and grabbing my arm. “Oh, I’m certain! But I’m sure you missed me, or more accurately,” she leans in, mischief dancing in her eyes, “you missed my brother, did you not?”

My cheeks flare as I swat the girl away in playful annoyance. “Eloise!”

“What?” Eloise raises her hands in defense. “I only speak the truth! It is not like you haven’t been smitten with him since we were children!”

“Smitten with who, exactly?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. That’s how the saying goes, is it not?

Benedict Bridgerton struts over to the two of us from whatever corner he was hiding in, butterflies erupting in my chest at the sound of his voice. His face lit up in boyish excitement as he stepped to his sister’s side. 

“No one!” I quickly reply, glaring at my friend before she can speak any more. 

Benedict chuckles, looking between Eloise and myself. “Well, I do hope whoever has your eye is worth it.” 

I roll my eyes. “There is no one that has my eye, Ben. Eloise was just asking about my time in the country.”

“Ah, yes! How was it?” His blue eyes pierce mine as he engages in the conversation. The look he gives is filled with an emotion I haven’t seen before.

“Oh you know,” I shrug, trying to avoid the total truth, “my aunt introduced me to her friends and I learned how she lives. She is always lively company to keep.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and that you have now rejoined us!” Benedict slightly bowed in a playful manner, pulling a laugh from myself and an eye roll from Eloise. “You’ll have to join us sometime for a game of pall mall. It hasn’t been quite the same without you there to taunt Anthony.”

I smile widely, returning his bow with a curtsy. “Of course, Mr. Bridgerton. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The three of us stand in our corner recounting the past year together and catching up. I didn’t quite realize just how much I had missed my friends, but I am glad to be back in their company. 

While in the middle of Benedict explaining his recent work of art, I feel a tap on my shoulder, pulling the attention to the young man behind me. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he says. The man is young, not that much older than myself, with dark hair and a scrawny frame. “I apologize for interrupting, but I was wondering if I could take your next dance.”

I blush slightly out of both embarrassment and disbelief. “Oh, uh, sure.”

He takes my hand in his, filling out a line on my dance card before leading me to the dance floor. The music begins and the familiar tune fills the room. The man bows and I curtsy before getting swept into the dance. My partner is nervous, I can tell. His dance moves are clumsy and rushed, palms growing clammy. He refuses to meet my eye and is silent the entire time. 

Not very far into the dance, I glance back to where I left my two friends, Eloise silently laughing at my misery after getting tripped over and Benedict watches with a hard look on his face. I continue moving, but I cannot take my eyes off Benedict. The look on his face, eyes hard, jaw clenched, is one I had only seen when he was frustrated or angry. Why would he be angry?

Soon, the music ends and I remove myself from my partner, excusing myself back to my friends quickly. 

“Well that was quite the show!” Eloise laughed. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, I rolled my eyes at the girl, but joined in her laughter.

“He might not be the greatest dance partner, but he wasn’t hard on the eyes, was he?” 

At my jest, I hear Benedict scoff before crossing his arms across his chest. “Please, the boy could hardly keep up.”

“Are you jealous?” I tease, stepping closer to him. Up close, I see his eyes shift across my face, shock dancing over his eyes briefly.

“Well- I-” Benedict stutters.

“I believe mama is calling me,” Eloise announces, clearly trying to leave and nearly tripping over another girl as she backs away. “I shall catch up with you later, Y/N.”

I huff before the feeling of a hand on my forearm is dragging me outside to the gardens. I struggle to keep up with Benedict’s quick strides before I stop around a secluded corner.

“Ben, what-” He interrupts me.

“What if I am?” Benedict stares at me, eyes wide and darting between mine.

“I’m sorry?”

“What if I am jealous?” He steps closer, but I stand my ground. He slowly closes the distance, taking one of my gloved hands in his.

“I would say that I have been jealous as well.” 

He leans in closer, face mere inches from mine, allowing me to see the creases and lines on his gorgeous face. His blue eyes, with flecks of green scattered like stars, dilate at my words. His other hand comes to rest on my cheek, thumb rubbing against my cheekbone. 

“You are so beautiful,” he says shakily. “You have been since I first met you.”

The breath catches in my throat, my hand slightly squeezes his still in my grasp. My eyes dart from the intensity in his eyes to his lips just briefly, but just enough for him to notice. Suddenly, the feeling of his lips on mine is the only thing I feel, my head spinning as I return his kiss. My free hand trails along his arm to rest at his shoulder, the other letting go to do the same while his finds my waist.

“Wait-” He carefully pulls away slightly, searching my eyes. “Are you sure-”

I pull him back in, arms securing themselves around his neck as he melts into my embrace. We continue before the need to breathe takes over and we part, chests rising and falling with each inhale. The sight of him, hair disheveled, lips slightly swollen, is a sight I’d like to see everyday if he’d let me. He smiles, still catching his breath before laughing quietly. His infectious personality has me joining him, my head falling to rest on his chest with his arms wrapping around my frame.

His hand tilts my head up to look at him. “I am glad you’ve returned, my love.”

[reveluving]

angel in hell ; the ghoul x reader

summary: hell on earth is more tolerable with his light by his side.

warnings: allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), very brief mentions of attempted su~icide, reader as an 'entertainer' is used loosely (for your creativity!), cocky (softer) hard-ass x beautiful badass darling trope mmm, reader was born before the war, age gap but not really (think him in his 40s & you in your 20s/30s but in 200-ish years old), strong language, bits of angst and more fluff overall!

a/n: just a little tester because I could not help it HAHAHA had this in my mind for a few days, and now that I've started the show, I have an excuse to post it 💅🏼 please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'You wondered how your dead father would react to your relationship with a deadly and smitten cowpoke.' ;

You were an entertainer before it all. The best of the best. A real knockout of the century and the kindest of them all.

If only you knew it had its downsides.

Your admirer (read: obsessor) being none other than the Overseer of 33 himself, forcing you into the vault lifestyle with him to be his beloved.

But your mental strength, your humanity, your free will was unbudgeable.

Not even the experiments could budge you.

Not until that one fucking serum.

You tried everything. Before and after your escape.

But the afterlife, or whatever the hell that existed outside of this godforsaken world, just wouldn't take you.

Your mama always said that by living a good, long life, the universe gets to show you what they had to offer.

Thank the heavens she didn't live long enough to take her words back, if she knew the hell her only daughter was put into.

And though the Vault taught you how to survive better than the poor souls on the surface, sometimes you wished you didn't remember how to. Yearning for the ignorance and the near-zombified state they were in over the pristine lifestyle that would jump out of you every once in a while.

At least whatever the underground snakes injected you with kept your youth intact.

Though, you weren't the only one reminiscing your old days, remembering the smiles that immediately bloomed from your presence.

Howard, The Ghoul remembers you.

Nobody at his great age could ever forget a sweet face like yours. Standing out from all the yuppies, despite being well-off yourself at the time, much like you were now. You knew your rights from your wrongs, and they were never for show. Regardless of the bags under your eyes on sleepless nights, or the scars that would decorate your skin after a rough-up, just until your curse magically wooshes it away.

Despite your scoffs, your wave-offs over your old life, that the present had no need for an entertainer, he would say otherwise.

All. The. Time.

Always countering your modesty with the highest praises, albeit sometimes lewdly.

But… not always.

He knew that you knew you were one of a kind if he was able to tell you his life before the bombs dropped. That he was able to tell you stories of his late family. That he was able to tell you that you were 'somethin' special t'him'.

You wondered how your dead father would react to your relationship with a deadly and smitten cowpoke.

But you were on your own now.

Always been for over two hundred fucking years.

At least, that was the way it was before.

Not anymore. Not with the foul-mouthed gunslinger and his pooch, who, to the chagrin of your man, adored you more than him.

Which, really, how couldn't you talk Howard's ear off for harming the sweetheart at first?

Disbelief was something he had lived with from the day he stumbled upon you in the badlands one fine night. The pretty little lady who didn't look like she could hurt a fly back then now aimed her trusty rifle at him with an unlit ciggy in between your lips. Not a tremor in sight as you looked through your scope.

He was half-tempted to be shot.

And well, you did, taking the shot. It did as good as a chocolate teapot, and as you quickly tried to reload, he took a good look at you.

You were a sight for sore eyes before, but today, gorgeous wasn't even cutting it, and if he wasn't daydreaming about your messy hair and sorry clothing article for a sleepwear, then he definitely was about that one night—your first night.

How you teasingly pulled the wide collar of your top down, revealing more and more of your velvety skin. How gentle your kisses were, brushing your lips along his neck like he'd finally break after a lifespan of wandering. How you looked up at him, lips parted and eyes dazed with lust and dare he say, affection.

He knew he was a goner.

But like all the time, he wanted to be greedy.

And for once in his life, after an eternity, the future was finally shedding him some light of hope.

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a/n: if something ain't right, no it isn't ❤️ don't worry about it, still hope you enjoy! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[charliedawn]

slashers(Jason,Michael and Brahms only) with beautiful undead yet friendly bride Reader who is like Emily(from Corpse Bride) and She refers them as Her "Victor" (btw,are you fan of Tim Burton? if not then that's okay)

(Here you go ! Thank you for the request and indeed, I am a big fan of Tim Burton. Hope you’ll like it 👍)

Jason Voorhees:

Jason was scared half-to-death (see what I did there ? 😂) when he saw that rotten bride just sprang out from the very earth he usually buries the bodies of his victims in. Not gonna lie, he kinda ran back to his cabin when he saw you—‘cause if his mama taught him anything ? It was that dead people don’t come back to life for no good reason. The poor boy locked himself up twice. But, it wasn’t enough to stop you. You eventually came in and started haunting him. He tried to shoo you away at first because Jason likes his loneliness, his space. Actually, he doesn’t like people in general—dead or alive. So, Jason tried everything to get rid of you. He swung his axe at you and tried to catch you or trap you, but all his efforts were fruitless. He finally gave up and let you haunt him. But, he didn’t regret it. As you are a ghost, you could guard his home and warn him of any danger nearby. It was nice having someone watching over his back for once.

…But then, you saw it.

The machete that killed you.

On his wall.

You looked back at Jason and your undead heart squeezed in your chest. Had he…? Was he the one who had killed you ? On your wedding day nonetheless ? Wasn’t he your Victor ? And if not. Who was he ?

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms likes to play pretend. He dreamt of having that special someone he could one day propose to and have his happy ever after moment. He was thinking about it and had one of those gummy rings he had saved from his snack time. He was in the forest and had decided to have himself a little repetition for the unforeseeable future and that’s when he saw one peculiar branch that looked like a finger. He didn’t think more about it and did his little game of pretending…and when he put the ring on the finger. Well…He certainly didn’t expect some half-rotten bride to spurt out of the earth and shout:

"I DO."

But it did. That happened. And then, you wouldn’t leave him—not that he minded. Far from it. He was happy to have a wife (even though the kisses and hugs were a lil’ cold) He wondered about telling people about his…well…new ‘bride’. But, he thought better of it when he realised how lonely and sad you were. It didn’t matter that you called him Victor. Or Marvin. Or Hector. Or Derek for that matters…He would take any name if it meant you would stay and love him. And you had said ‘I do’. No takebacksies now.

Michael Myers:

Michael was confused when he first saw you sprang up from the earth. Weird. His victims usually stayed dead. He tried to stab you but…Oops. Already dead. He quickly realised that you must be like Jack Torrance—a ghost. He also understood that stabbing you would be a waste of time. He tried to ignore you, but you would then appear at random times and tell him that you were married and that he was your Victor. As Michael doesn’t speak, he couldn’t rectify you.

Hence, he became ‘Victor’ to you.

At the end, he learnt to tolerate your presence. Especially at night when he would normally sleep alone with his regrets, he would feel your hand stroking his head and your voice singing him lullabies…Maybe having a dead bride wouldn’t be that bad…?

One day, you showed him an old picture of you. He looked at it and you could see that something was bothering him. You asked him about it, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t tell you he remembered you. He didn’t tell you he remembered your wide frightened eyes when he plunged his knife deep into your heart the day you were supposed to marry…or the way he mercilessly beheaded your betrothed.

That was a story he would rather never share with you.

[g-hughes]

Small Fry - L. Hughes

hockey masterlist || g's graduation celebration

synopsis: it's the middle of the night and you can't sleep, the only thing that can soothe it, is a late night run for chicken nuggets

word count: 709

warnings: pregnancy, cravings, fluff

It was almost 2AM, and you were wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The windows were open, letting in the soft breeze that was rolling off the lake. Surprisingly, all the boys in the house had gone to bed somewhat early, tired and exhausted after a full day of boating and wake surfing. You had called it a night around 10PM, fully preparing to sleep like the dead after having a long day, however, the growing child in your stomach had other plans. 

You couldn’t sleep, your back ached and you were starving. You were at the point in your pregnancy where no matter what you did, your body ached and no matter how much you ate, you were still hungry. Whoever told you that the last trimester was full of bliss and wonder had lied to you. You had already ventured down stairs once to see if there was anything in the house that would satisfy your cravings, and you were sadly disappointed that amongst the very full fridge and pantry, not a single thing would suffice. 

You considered waking Luke, but you were hoping that the baby in your belly would stop kicking and you would just go back to sleep. He hadn’t moved a single inch despite your huffing, puffing and moving. But the curl haired boy next to you remained sprawled out, his lips parted as soft snores left his mouth. He looked peaceful with the slightest bit of a sunburn across his cheeks. 

You hated how he could just sleep so peacefully while you were being used as a personal punching bag. 

You huffed again, adjusting and sitting up higher in bed, crossing your arms over your growing belly. 

Luke must’ve sensed your unease, as he rolled over, slinging his arm over your belly, “Sleep,” he mumbled. 

"Can't," You sighed, and ran your hands through his curls.

"What's wrong?" Luke was now waking up, and looked up at you with his big blue eyes, "Baby okay?"

"No. I'm hungry, and fat," You said, and Luke sat up, looking at you, "I want nuggets."

"How did I guess," He smiled, and leaned up to kiss you. He pushed back the covers, and rolled out of bed. His pajama pants were slung low on his hips, and he grabbed a sweatshirt from the ground. He walked over to you, helping you out of bed and pulled you up, "Come on, mama. Let's go find you nuggets."

You were thankful that the McDonalds by the lake house was open 24-hours, and so was Luke. Mood swings hadn't been easy on you or him, and he was worried that if he got there and they were closed, it could be a long ride back home. Luke ended up ordering himself something too, and drove back to the lake house. He grabbed the bag of food as you waddled your way down to the dock, the moon high in the sky lighting the way.

The warm Michigan air felt good, as you happily ate away at your nuggets. You and Luke talked about names again, throwing around both girls and boys names since you had decided against knowing the gender.

"Luke," You asked your boyfriend, and he looked at you, "Can I have your fries? Don’t judge me, the baby’s hungry."

"The baby, huh?" Luke smirked, and handed you his fries, "What about. . . Arthur for a boy?"

"Like that bald rabbit from the kids show?"

"Okay guess that's a no. . . Thomas?"

"I like Thomas. For a girl, I still like Eleanor."

Luke smiled softly to himself, he liked the name too. In the back of his mind, he always wanted to name his child after his parents. They had given him everything, they had taught him the game of hockey, drove him all over for the sport and stood by his side during the good times and bad. His only fear was not being half the parent that they were. But as you told him over and over, as long as their child was happy, healthy and taken care of, they were doing their job correctly. 

And a couple months later when their baby girl, Luke knew right away that there was no better name than Caroline Eleanor Hughes.

note: hi, yes, welcome to my hockey blog :) requests are open! and I hope to have a masterlist outline posted soon!

[luvjunie]

— roller skating

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

contains: romance, slightlyyy (barely) suggestive fluff, miles and reader are in their late teens for realistic purposes

summary: you and miles go on a date to the roller rink and you have a hard time picking up the skill. you ask him to demonstrate for you and he obliges, but you’re so caught up in him that you’re not sure you learned anything at all. wc: 1,254

a/n: if you want to listen to the song mentioned while reading, i suggest you start it when you come across the spotify link i added during the exact scene it’s playing in the story. i highly recommend waiting until prompted so you can experience exactly what reader did cause chileeee. it hits differenttt like i fr made myself fall in love with this one 😭 also if you didn’t know, this is the exact vibe of a black roller rink lol. example 2

🎧: Close To You - Dreezy, T-Pain

“miles, i’m going to fall.” you whined nervously, your body basically glued to the length of your boyfriend’s right arm.

“you won’t ma, i got you.”

he laughed gently at your uneasy stance, and secretly at how terrified you were of participating in what’s been one of his favorite activities since he was a child.

his skates rolled smoothly against the floor as he guided the both of you to the rink; but yours, however, awkwardly clunked around as you settled for taking wary steps, instead of actually gliding like you were supposed to.

how you ended up agreeing to a date at the roller rink with miles was beyond you. you were someone who tripped over your own two feet at least twice a day from simply trying to walk. but with his promise of teaching you and his guarantee of going slow, your nerves had dissipated some— until you’d actually slipped the skates on and got out onto the rink.

“don’t pick your feet up mama. just push them out to the side, one after the other and lean your body forward. you got it.”

you heard his instructions loud and clear, but your brain still struggled to send the correct signals to your unsophisticated body.

you wobbled against the browned, laminated wood, not really a fan of your newfound lack of control when it came to your own legs. right hand hovered out beside you in preparation for a tumble, the fingers of your left were tightly clamped around miles’ bicep as an effort to keep your balance. you had a death grip on him, too focused on not eating shit to wonder if you were hurting him or not. you weren’t, but even if you were, he wouldn’t tell you.

“you’re overthinkin’ it.” he smiled down at you, finding your instinctive need to hold onto him adorable.

“how the hell do you do this without falling flat on your ass?” you asked, already exasperated from your short trek from the bench.

“i’m just like that.” he shrugged suavely, chuckling discreetly when your head turned towards him with a pointed glare. “practice. my moms taught me when i was eight,” he rephrased, and you stumbled suddenly, but he quickly caught you by your arm, two strong hands steadying you before your feet could sweep out from under you.

“okay, no, this isn’t gonna work,” a shaky breath pushed passed your lips and somehow you managed to bring the both of you to a stop over by the wall of the rink, hand instantly finding purchase on the railing. “can you just, i don’t know… demonstrate, first?” you waved your hand around, motioning towards the other people out on the floor to get your point across. “maybe if i watch you do it, it’ll come to me easier.”

he nodded, retreating from you slowly, backwards. he gestured back and forth between the both of you with his finger, your eyes unintentionally falling to it. “eyes on me, aight?” he instructed with a subtle smirk, a sultry trace lingering in his tone.

you couldn’t take them off him even if you tried, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

you were convinced your attraction towards this man couldn’t become any stronger than it already was, until “Close To You” by Dreezy started playing through the speakers and the spot lights on the ceiling dimmed dreamily to a mellowed pink, blue, and orange— blending into a seductive mix of captivating hues that illuminated the rink. you felt yourself swoon, and had half a mind to curse out whoever was on music and lighting for aiding in the palpitations of your heart as your eyes followed your boyfriend closely.

you watched his feet first, as one fanned out in a small half-circle after the other, the movement allowing him to skillfully glide out onto the bustling rink.

how he was able to skate backwards when you had such a hard time grasping the concept of even doing it the normal way, you didn’t know. not to mention sifting through people without bumping into a single one of them. and while the technique of it all seemed simple on paper, what really impressed you was how effortless he made it look.

facing the opposite way of everybody else as he cruised, his hips languidly swayed to the beat of the music, upper body leaning just the slightest with them and you had no choice but to gawk at him— at how handsome he looked, at how good he was at this. at how his lips were absentmindedly tucked into themselves due to his focus, then unfurled to faintly mouth the lyrics.

lord have mercy.

you were mesmerized to say the least, lips parted somewhat and mouth dry. it was like everyone else had disappeared, like the two of you were the only ones in the room; time moving slower than it usually did.

once he started enjoying himself and got into a groove, he’d forgotten you were even watching him, until he caught your marveling eyes transfixed on him from across the rink, chin dropping to his chest for a beat as he simpered to himself. tongue wetting his lips, he shook his head in amusement. he already knew why you were looking at him like that.

with one foot expertly crossing in front of the other periodically, he maneuvered himself through a few stragglers with a brief look over his shoulder, swiftly spinning around a couple that happened to be in his way.

yeah, now he was just showing off.

you had no idea what your face looked like, but as he rounded back over to where you were, he laughed at your awestruck expression and called out to you.

“you droolin’, mami!”

if your jaw wasn’t already dropped from watching him nonchalantly coast around, it definitely was now.

your fingers mindlessly rushed to check, because honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if you were, only for a playful glower to settle onto your face when you realized he was messing with you.

having forgotten you were supposed to try for yourself, your eyes widened in slight panic when he suddenly skated over to you and gently took your hand, pulling you out onto the floor against your will.

“no no no no-!”

“cálmate, mama.” he drawled, his words dragging on as he shot you that same charming smile that’d made you fall in love with him in the first place. “i’ll hold you, no te preocupes (don’t worry). just c’mere,”

you gave him a look of uncertainty, but reluctantly moved your feet just enough to get closer to him anyway. he met you halfway, and snaked his right arm around your waist, expertly turning you so your backside was facing him before he pulled you flush against his body, and your teeth found your bottom lip before you could stop them.

his left arm then came around to your front to meet the other and your lungs drew in a wavered breath at the feeling of his hands resting on the soft of your inner thighs, dangerously close to having your knees buckling. your face bloomed with a sweltering heat, mind entirely corrupted by him and him only. how the intoxicating aroma of his dior sauvage cologne invaded your nostrils; how it felt being against him like this. lashes fluttering and mind turning to putty at the way he was holding you, your warning to him was merely a whispered reminder.

“miles.”

“shhh, i know what i’m doin’.” his response had a double meaning to it as he kept you tightly pressed to him, figure hunched over yours a bit. his breath warmed your skin and his lips brushed the shell of your ear when he spoke, his hands tapping rhythmically against your thighs to keep up with the beat of the song while he helped guide you into the same fluid movement he’d demonstrated prior.

your hands came down to rest overtop his, and you were shocked at the way your body naturally began to sway in sync along with his once you let yourself relax into him; the both of you settling into a comfortable stroll.

“see, ¿que te dije? (see, what’d i tell you?)” he teased, his voice a deep hum against your cheek. “you got it.”

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[navybrat817]

The Dad Diaries: Grief

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky explains grief to Jamie as best as he can when you need a minute to yourself. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, touch of fluff, grief, loss of a friend, reflecting, talk of death, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Another part to the The Dad Diaries . Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky could hear your cries before he reached the bedroom, the sound causing a lump to form in his throat. He could picture you hastily wiping at your face when he knocked. You were in pain and it hurt him to know you were hurting. The worst part was that it wasn’t the kind of pain he could fix by patching it up. It was the kind of hurt that lingered beneath the surface before it clawed its way out.

Grief.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He asked.

“Just give me a minute, please!” You called out, your voice close to sounding like your normal self. You were trying your best to be strong when what you needed was a moment to break. People didn’t realize the weight of the things they carried until they buckled under them.

And you didn’t need to be strong all the time.

“Mama?” Jamie asked, reaching a hand out toward the door.

Bucky kissed the top of his head. “Mama needs a minute,” he whispered before he held him against his chest. He hoped his smell and steady heart beat soothed him. “She’ll snuggle up with you soon, okay?”

If anything could make you feel better apart from being in his arms, it was having your son nuzzle against you.

Jamie made a small sound, his lower lip trembling. “Mama,” he said again.

Bucky didn’t take it to heart that his son wanted you. He understood that there were days when he’d want his dad and other days he’d want his mom and times when he’d want both of you. If anything, he felt proud that his son wanted to go to you. Maybe he sensed that you needed support and love.

“I know you want your mama,” he said, carrying him back to the living room. “But you are stuck with me for another minute.”

Jamie moved his head, his eyes set in a stubborn stare. He looked so much like you at that moment, demanding with a look to know what was the matter and how to fix it. What could he say?

“Jamie, you know how you have your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam and Aunt Nat and everyone else?” He asked, a sad smile touching his lips at the happy look in his little boy’s eyes at the mention of his friends. He wanted his child to hold onto that innocence for as long as he could. “Well, your mama had a friend who was going to be like an aunt to you, too.”

Was. Past tense. Because your friend recently passed away. You wondered if she knew how important she was to you. If she knew how she impacted your life. She was too young in your eyes to go. Still had so many things she wanted to do. While death is fair in that it comes for everyone, it doesn’t always feel fair when someone you care for is taken away too soon.

The one thing you were thankful for was that she was no longer in pain.

“Mama’s friend, your aunt, isn’t here anymore. She misses her and she’s sad that she’s gone.”

“Mama sad?” Jamie repeated, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, Nugget. She’s very sad. Grieving. And grief is… so many things,” Bucky explained, swallowing a bit as he felt a crack in his heart. “It’s loss and mourning. It’s love that you carry inside and it no longer has a place to go.”

Jamie gazed at him, soaking up every word. His son was too young to hear something like this. Too precious. But if life taught him anything, it’s that it was too short and there was no guarantee of tomorrow.

“Some days the grief comes out of nowhere. You never really know when it’ll happen or why. You may hear a song you’ve heard dozens of times before or catch a scent of something familiar and it triggers a memory or feeling,” he told him, kissing his forehead again because he needed to ground himself. “You think you’re fine and then you fall apart.”

That was exactly what had happened a few minutes prior. You were smiling one moment as the three of you sat in the living room and the next you burst into tears before you rushed out. Bucky wished like hell he could’ve manifested your sadness into something tangible so he could snuff it out. It wasn’t his battle to fight, but he could be by your side to wipe the tears away if you let him. Or whisper words of care. Or to say nothing at all. Some didn’t always want to hear words of comfort or hope when they just needed to feel.

He would be there to give you whatever you needed or asked for.

“It’s okay to feel those feelings, Jamie. I get sad, too. There’s no timeline for healing or grieving. It takes as long as it takes. And we’re lucky in a way to feel things so strongly,” he told him. You were always understanding and patient on his off days. He more than lucked out by having you as his wife. “You know what your Uncle Vis says grief is? That it’s love persevering,” he added, bouncing him a bit to make him smile. It put a smile on his face, too. “And your mama has so much love to give.”

“So do you.”

Bucky looked toward the doorway where you stood. Bloodshot and puffy eyes, but with a small smile on your beautiful face. He wanted to hold you and remind you that you weren’t alone. “Hey,” he said as Jamie reached for you. “I think he wants to cheer you up.”

“Is that right? Well, I think a snuggle with my boys is just the thing I need,” you said as you took a seat beside Bucky and took Jamie into your arms. “Sorry I rushed off like that.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky whispered. He had plenty of moments where he needed to step away and compose himself when his thoughts got too loud. “We just want you to be okay,” he added, kissing your temple before Jamie grabbed your face.

“Mama no sad,” he said, forcing your cheeks up in a smile. The sight almost brought tears to Bucky’s eyes because it was so simple and heartfelt. “No sad.”

You giggled, a soft sound, before it erupted into full blown laughter. It soothed the crack he felt earlier in his heart. The room felt brighter, especially when Jamie joined in with the laughter. “Not sad, Nugget,” you assured him before you looked at your husband, love shining through like always. “Not anymore.”

The grief from your loss would come again in waves. Just like the days Bucky mourned the parts of his life he lost and couldn’t get back. Some days were harder than others, especially when regret and “what if’s” came to mind, but the important thing was that neither of you allowed yourselves to live alone or lose yourselves in grief. Not when there was so much to be thankful for.

You felt what you needed to feel. You asked for help and leaned on each other. And you carried on together.

Because what is grief, if not love persevering?

I lost more than one loved one recently and writing this helped me process some of the loss. We all need someone like Bucky. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[foreverisntenough]

--------- My tiny one shot short below for you 🤍

'The Babysitter'

8.8 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ You and Trent decide you to hire some extra help but your two babies don't respond well to her at first. After a few months you start to wonder if you should've trusted their intuition when the babysitter seems to take a little too much interest in your husband, Trent.

I'm posting from my phone so sorry for any grammatical errors!

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Welcoming help into the house had seemed like a good idea at first. With Trent away more often than not, and two little ones to care for, whilst you knew you could handle everything on your own, but it didn’t mean you had to. Especially when you could afford the luxury of help. Dianne had been asked around and came to recommend Molly, a friend of a friend’s daughter. Molly seemed kind, well-educated, and experienced. She was younger than you by a few years, but you didn’t mind that—youth often brought fresh energy, which you figured could be a good thing with your babies, Teddy now four, Theo fourteen months.

When Molly arrived at your home, the atmosphere in the house shifted, though you didn’t notice it right away. You greeted her warmly at the door, taking her through the house room by room, pointing out where everything was—showing her the kitchen, the playroom, the nursery, and the family room. It was routine, nothing too out of the ordinary, but you were eager to introduce her to Teddy and Theo. After all, this was going to be a relationship built on trust, and that trust would start with your children. As you approached the living room, where Teddy was playing quietly with her toys, you felt that familiar flutter of pride for your little girl. At four years old, Teddy was normally reserved but would still be talkative, taking after Trent. You’d taught her to always introduce herself. But today, the moment she saw Molly, she shrank behind your leg, her small fingers curling around the fabric of your jeans as if holding on for dear life.

“Teddy girl, can you say hi” you gently encouraged, kneeling beside her and smoothing down her curls. “This is Molly. She’s going to come hang out with us. Help mummy and play with you and Tio.” You cooed gently. Teddy peeked out from behind you, her big brown eyes wide, flickering up to Molly and then back to you, not saying a word. She wasn’t usually this shy. You frowned a little but kept smiling, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Sorry, she’s just being shy,” you said with a laugh to Molly, trying to keep things light. “She’ll warm up in no time.” You told molly. “Teddy bear, can you say hi please.” You asked Teddy and she declined with a shake of the head. 

“No tanks mama, stay with you.” Teddy mumbled her face buried against you, squeezing your leg. Molly gave a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“That’s okay,” Molly replied, her voice light but a bit flat. She crouched down to Teddy’s level, offering a soft greeting, but Teddy pressed herself further into your leg, not budging. Then there was Theo. Sweet, quiet Theo, your just over one-year-old who usually warmed up to people after a few moments. You were holding him in your arms, his small body relaxed against you, his head resting on your shoulder. As Molly approached, his little hands clutched at your shirt, and he turned his face further into your chest, his small body tensing ever so slightly. You could feel his little heart beating faster, his reluctance palpable.

“Tees…” You affectionately said Theo's nickname softly but he didn’t acknowledge your call. “Theo,” you said softly, bouncing him a little in your arms. “Say hi to Molly.” You cooed gently. But Theo refused to lift his head. His tiny hand reached up to clutch the collar of your shirt tighter, as if pulling himself closer to you.

“Mama.” He let out a soft whimper of your name. He held you tighter, his body pressing into yours. You frowned again, feeling a slight unease prickling at the back of your mind. Molly tried once more, this time extending her hand slightly towards Theo, though not too close, respecting his space. 

“Hi, mate,” she said softly. But Theo didn’t move, his face still hidden against your chest. It was such a small thing—both kids being shy—but it tugged at you in a way you couldn’t quite explain.  It wasn’t all that surprising. Your kids weren’t the most outgoing, they were like you and Trent. They took a moment to feel comfortable but your gut twisted seeing them. Although you quickly brushed the feeling aside. They’re just being shy, you told yourself. It’s normal. New people take time, right? Still, you couldn’t ignore how quiet the room had become, the tension in the air suddenly tangible. It was odd, like they knew something. Teddy usually was polite when meeting new people, especially when you had brought someone into the house, it’s not like she was meeting a fan with Trent out whilst they were at the shops, this was in your house with you. And Theo, while quieter and not all that vocal just yet, wasn’t usually this clingy. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Should you have trusted their instincts more? But you forced yourself to push the unease down. You had already committed to giving this arrangement a chance, and you didn’t want to back out without a good reason. After all, Molly came recommended, and Dianne trusted her friend’s friend, so why shouldn’t you? You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the help in finding her. 

“They’ll get to know you soon enough,” you said with a smile, though you weren’t entirely sure if you were reassuring Molly or yourself. “Promise, they can be very silly, huh?” You giggled pinching at Teddy trying to lighten the mood. Speaking more to her than to Molly. Teddy, who couldn’t contain as squeal as she squirmed away but gave you an annoyed but giggly ‘mama!’ yelp in response, not happy to be breaking her silence and pout in the presence of this new stranger she wasn't keen about. And as the day went on and you tried to get used to having Molly around, that flicker of doubt never entirely left. There was something about how quiet Teddy had been, how tight Theo had held on to you, that lingered in your mind long after Molly left for the day.

Molly had worked for you all for a couple months and it was an adjustment in more ways than you’d anticipated. Having someone else in your home, helping with your children and the day-to-day tasks, was supposed to ease some of the burden—especially with Trent away so often for games and training. At first, you wanted to make an effort to bond with her, to make her feel comfortable and like part of the family, so you tried to get to know her, asking her about her life, her interests, and her experience working with kids. Molly was polite enough, always answering your questions with a smile, but something about her responses felt… off. Every time you tried to steer the conversation toward her, it seemed to loop back to Trent. At first, it was subtle. She asked about his schedule, curious about how often he was home or away, but soon her questions shifted. She’d ask what he liked to eat, if he had a favorite snack or drink, and what time he usually woke up. It seemed innocent on the surface, but there was something in the way she asked that made you uncomfortable. You brushed it off at first, chalking it up to her being curious about working for someone well-known. But it didn’t stop there. Molly began offering to do things that felt unnecessary—she’d suggest taking the kids to Trent’s training facility, saying it would be a “nice surprise” for him to see them during the day. You appreciated the thought, but something about it didn’t sit right with you. Why was she so eager to be around him? Then there were the little things. She’d offer to do laundry, but you’d notice she’d focus on his clothes—ironing them meticulously, folding them with more care than seemed necessary. When Trent was home, she would linger just a little too long, asking if he needed anything, always offering some sort of convenience that made her entire job seem to revolve around him rather than the children. You told yourself you were overthinking it, that it was just your own discomfort with having another person in the house. After all, you weren’t used to having help, and it wasn’t easy letting someone else into such a personal space. But as the days went on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There were moments when she’d make comments that seemed just a bit too familiar, like when she’d mention how much Trent must appreciate having someone take care of all the little things for him. It felt like she was subtly trying to take credit for things that had always been part of your routine, part of your role as a wife and mother. Why was she so focused on making his life easier, on being the one to anticipate his needs? It was unsettling. You wanted to trust her, to believe that she was just trying to be helpful, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t ignore. You pushed the thoughts away, telling yourself that it was paranoia, that you were overreacting. But deep down, you knew. Something wasn’t right. And as the days went by, that uneasy feeling only grew stronger.

Trent had an away match so Molly had helped you that night until he returned. But as her time needed to be at the house came to a close, she was still checking on a few things, gathering her belongings but by then you and Trent had already settled yourselves in the cinema for a movie and a late night cuddle. Although that didn’t last long before things heated up between you two, clothes peeling off, the kiss messy as you straddled his lap. It had become a benefit of having Molly, that you two had more time alone. But your appreciation for Molly was suddenly shattered. 

“Oh shit! Mol… Molly.” You stuttered awkwardly seeing the light from the hallway get let into the room through the door as she opened it. Trent grunted not exactly thrilled that your hands flew off him grabbing for a blanket next to you, confused why you were stopping. You quickly pulled the blanket up further around you and Trent, your heart pounding in your chest from the shock and the vulnerability of the moment. “Molly, is everything okay?” you asked, your voice steady but with both an edge of annoyance and embarrassment you couldn’t quite hide. Your brows furrowed with your jaw slacked as you tried to keep your composure. You bare chest heaved out of breath from shock under the blanket now in front of Trent who was still taking in what was happening. She never interrupted like this, especially not when her workday was already done. You’d always trusted her to let herself out, to shoot a quick text if needed. This wasn’t like her—or maybe, you were realizing, you had missed something all along. Molly shifted in the doorway, her face flushed but not in the way one might expect from someone genuinely embarrassed. It was more like she had been caught in something—something that didn’t quite sit right.

 “I—I just wanted to check if you still needed me to come on Wednesday,” she said, her voice light. She glanced at Trent briefly, then back at you, her apology feeling insincere but her eyes lingering a little too long on Trent. He ran his hands over his face adjusting to the circumstances. Your brow furrowed deeper, the unease you had been feeling since the hiring before beginning to churn into something more intense. You’d already confirmed with her several times about her schedule—Wednesdays were always the same. There was no reason for her to be here, let alone come into the room, let alone while you and Trent were in the middle of… well, clearly something private.

“Yeah, sorry about this but erm… you know we need you on Wednesdays,” you replied, your voice firmer now, laced with a hint of suspicion. You weren’t sure what game she was playing, but whatever it was, it didn’t sit well with you. Trent, who had been so relaxed only moments ago, was now sitting up straighter, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“We’ve had the same schedule for months now.” Trent added not rudely but seriously. Molly’s eyes flicked to Trent again, and you could feel your body tense on top of him seeing her look at him. Reminding you very clearly he was yours, he was under you. You could sense his growing irritation but you weren’t sure if it was the interruption of what was about to happen or just her in general. But Trent wasn’t the type to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable, especially in your own home, and right now, he was clearly on edge.

“Sorry, I must have forgotten,” Molly said, her voice quieter now, but still not entirely convincing. She took a step back, and for a second, you thought she might leave. But then she hesitated in the doorway again, her eyes darting back to Trent one more time before finally mumbling another half-hearted apology and slipping out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the tension in your body slowly unwinding. You turned to Trent, his expression hard, his jaw clenched as he stared at the closed door. His arms instinctively wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you back into his chest protectively.

“What the hell was that about?” he muttered, his voice low but simmering with annoyance but flicking to you with inquiry. He glanced down at you, concern flashing briefly in his eyes. “That didn’t feel right. You nodded, your mind spinning. You’d had an uneasy feeling for a while now, but this? This was crossing a line. 

“I don’t know, but it’s been off. She knew her schedule, T. She didn’t need to come into the room, especially not like that. T baby… she’s been…” You stuttered and then paused trying to think how to phrase this. Trent’s hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, but you could feel the tension still radiating from him. 

“You think she’s been weird with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly trying to gauge if this was about more than just tonight.

“I don’t know,” you said but you knew exactly that she had been, biting your lip. “But something’s been off with her for a while. The way the kids were hesitant around her when she first came… It feels like I ignored my gut, but now—this was different. She had no reason to come in here, and definitely not while we were… like that.”

“And you’re sure this isn’t just being protective over me and our babies?” Trent asked gently, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. But it wasn’t dismissive—he was genuinely trying to understand, and that’s what made you feel even more validated. Trent let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, clearly thinking things through. He leaned back a little, eyes soft but serious. “Okay, I hear you. You’re right, walking in like that was weird. Definitely weird considering…. She didn’t need to be anywhere near here that late at night.” He chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, still processing what happened “I mean, if I were her, I would’ve made sure not to interrupt my boss in the middle of… well, this.” You laughed softly with him. but it was brief, your mind still on the situation.

“I don’t know, T. I really don’t know. The way she looks at you sometimes… It’s not just admiration. And when she’s around the kids, it’s like she’s too focused on impressing you. Not in a professional way either.”

“Do you think she’s trying to get close to me? Like… crossing a line? Really crossing a line?” Trent raised an eyebrow, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek.

“Honestly? Yeah, maybe. And that’s what’s bothering me. I mean, she’s young, she’s probably just caught up in all the Trent Alexander-Arnold stuff.” Trent rolled his eyes with a soft laugh at you saying his name like that, “But baby it’s still odd, and I’m not sure I feel comfortable with her in our house.” You cooed.Trent nodded slowly, his expression softening even more. 

“Hey, pretty girl… if you want her gone, she’s gone, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s enough for me. I don’t care if she’s good at her job—if she’s making you feel uneasy, then she’s out. I’ll handle it.” He cooed.  You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words, but there was still that lingering sense of unease. It wasn’t just about Molly’s inappropriate behavior, but about how protective you felt of your family—of Trent, of your babies, of the sanctuary your home was supposed to be.

“I don’t want to fire her. It’s her job. I just… now I feel bad.” You said quietly, resting your head back on his chest. “But our family is too important to me. My babies…. My T…. I don’t want anyone disrupting that.” You pouted. Trent’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing your forehead softly. 

“Baby, come on now.” He teased with a sweet sincere smile. “No one could ever come between you and me and those two silly tots we got upstairs. We’re solid. Mummy, Ted, Tees and daddy—we’re a team. I’m always going to have your back, just like you’ve got mine, yeah?” He smirked and kissed you again. You smiled into his chest, feeling reassured by his words. 

“Thanks for listening,” you murmured.

“Of course,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “But seriously, I’m going to make sure this is handled. No one makes my wife uncomfortable and gets to stick around.” He cooed and you giggled stupidly just liking anytime, even after years, trent stuck up for you. You felt a surge of affection for him, realizing how lucky you were to have someone who always put your feelings first. Trent’s protectiveness wasn’t overbearing—it was loving, rooted in his commitment to making sure you always felt safe and secure. You both fell into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the blankets around you, the hum of the TV still playing in the background, though you weren’t paying attention anymore. Trent pressed a kiss to your temple again, and you sighed in contentment.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” you teased softly, your eyes twinkling. ”Oh my god, you’re sucha boy…Little attention from the nanny got you acting all smug.” You smirked. Trent returned the smile, raising an eyebrow as he leaned down closer to you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, 

“The only attention I want is from you, baby. And trust me, you give me more than enough.” He cooed. You giggled, playfully swatting at his chest as you shifted in his lap, snuggling back into his arms. 

“Good answer,” you said with a satisfied smile.

“You know I only have eyes for you. Always have, always will.” He grinned down at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.  His words, as simple as they were, filled you with warmth. You loved how he could make you feel cherished with just a few sentences, how he knew exactly what to say to melt away any doubt.

“You better,” you replied softly, gazing up at him with a teasing smile. “No one else is putting up with your dramatic ass.” You pinched at him and he acted as if it hurt until he fell into a smile and pulled you into a silly messy kiss and then it turn soft and slow, as if he had all the time in the world to show you just how much he meant it. When he pulled away, you let out a breath, feeling lighter, more at ease.

“Now, can we please finish this movie?” Trent asked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement.

“Yeah, you want to watch the movie?” You laughed, leaning back into him knowing he was really itching to get you back over top of him again.  As you both settled back on the couch, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, the earlier tension now completely gone, you knew you could face whatever came your way. With Trent by your side, everything felt right. The next morning, you’d deal with the situation with Molly. But for now, you were content to just be here, in this moment, with the man you loved, knowing that nothing could disrupt the life and love you had built together.

And so a few days had passed since the interruption. You were standing in the kitchen, casually tidying up after breakfast, when Trent's phone buzzed on the island. He'd just popped upstairs for a quick shower, enjoying a rare day off. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was a message about something trivial. But then it buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a notification that caught your eye. Molly. It wasn't that she texted often, so it piqued your curiosity. Maybe she had a question about her payment or something like that. You tried to brush it off, but when the second text came, you found yourself glancing at the screen. The preview of the second message read:

'OMG pls delete! Sorry! I didn't mean to send to you.'

Your brow furrowed in confusion. What could she have sent to Trent by mistake? A sense of unease crept over you, but you brushed it off as you picked up the phone. Trent was always open with you, and he wouldn't mind if you checked to see what was going on. Right? You slid open the message. What met your eyes made your heart stop. A video. You clicked on it without thinking, and instantly, a naked molly laying on a bed getting off burned into your brain. But what made the vile rise in your throat was the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning Trent's name. The desperate whine filled the kitchen. The phone slipped slightly in your hand as shock washed over you. Your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you quickly swiped the video away, exiting out of it as fast as you could. But the damage was done. You'd seen-and heard-enough. The room seemed to close in around you as you stood frozen, the reality of what just happened sinking in. Molly. Moaning. Trent's name. Your husband’s name. The phone in your hand suddenly felt like a weight you couldn't hold, and you set it back down on the counter with trembling fingers. For a moment, you couldn't breathe. What was that? Why did she send that? And worse-why was she saying his name? You felt a mix of anger and disgust bubble up inside you. There was no way you were imagining this. No way you were overreacting now. Your instincts about Molly had been right from the start-she wasn't just a harmless nanny with a little crush. This was something more. Something you never could've imagined. Your mind raced, replaying the moments leading up to this, all the signs that now felt so obvious. The way she looked at Trent, the excuses she made to linger when he was around, the strange energy that you couldn't quite put your finger on but now seemed glaringly clear. Your chest tightened as you stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Trent had no idea. God, you hoped he had no idea. He had no idea that this woman-this person you'd let into your home, around your children-was capable of something like this.As you stood there, feeling the weight of the situation sink in, you heard the water upstairs shut off. Trent would be coming down any second now. Your stomach twisted with the thought of confronting him, of telling him what had just happened. You knew you had to say something, but how? How were you supposed to explain this? You took a deep breath, your heart still racing as you tried to compose yourself. There was no way you were letting this go. Molly was done. She wasn't setting foot in this house again. But first, you needed to talk to Trent.

As Trent came down the stairs, his skin still damp from the shower and his shoulders relaxed from the day off, he caught sight of you sitting at the kitchen table. You were now holding Theo, up from his nap, but your gaze was far away, deep in thought. There was an unfamiliar heaviness in the air, and he could sense it immediately. Still, he walked over with that cheeky grin, trying to keep things light. 

"Am I in trouble?" he asked playfully, as if expecting some little domestic joke or quip about his bags by the door. You looked up, giving him a soft pout, shaking your head. 

"No," you said, but there was a weight behind the word that didn't match your usual tone. Theo, ever the restless little boy, squirmed in your arms, eager to get to his dad. His little hands reached out, his legs kicking, and so you gently put him down. The moment his feet hit the floor, he stumbled over to Trent, his unsteady legs wobbling as he reached for him. Trent immediately bent down, grabbing Theo's chubby little arms and lifting them high above his head to steady him, smiling down at his son. But when he looked back at you, his expression changed-concerned now, no more teasing.

"What's going on then?" He asked. You took a long breath, feeling the weight of what you were about to say sink deeper into your chest. You couldn't put it off, not after what you had seen. A part of you felt a bit worried that Trent and Molly had somehow managed to pull the wool over your eyes. 

"I... I looked at your phone," you started, immediately seeing the slight confusion in his eyes. He smirked thinking you were awfully dramatic for looking at his innocent phone filled with football schedules, photos of Teddy, and texts to his mum. "There was a text from Molly." You said unprecedented. Trent's brow furrowed, clearly not expecting that. "At first, I thought it was about work or something. But then... another one came through." You explained hesitantly. Theo was still tugging at Trent's joggers, his little fingers gripping the fabric as he babbled, but Trent barely noticed, his focus locked onto you. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to continue. "She sent you a video... of her. And she…” His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into silence. “She moaned your name as she…” You paused. “Well she was masturbating in it." You awkwardly explained. His eyes widened all the more, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into a complete silence. Theo pulled more insistently at his joggers, impatiently wanting his dad's attention, but Trent remained frozen, his mind spinning, trying to process what you'd just said. Finally, Theo's persistence won out, and Trent glanced down at him.

"Sorry, Tees," he murmured barely aloud, lifting Theo into his arms with one hand, his gaze still fixed on you, full of confusion and disbelief. "I…I can't believe that," Trent finally muttered. "Let me see the text." He asked you.

"No!" You yelped, grabbing his phone from the table before he could reach for it, a laugh bubbling out of you despite the tension. "You are not seeing that, T!” Your eyes lighting up with both fear and hilarity. Trent raised an eyebrow, still trying to piece things together, but there was the faintest glint of amusement behind his serious expression.

"Baby..." he said in that low, teasing voice, his hand reaching out, palm up, as if coaxing the phone from you.

"You're holding our son! There is no way you're going to see our babysitter touching herself saying *your name like that." You shook your head, laughing again,  Trent rolled his eyes, smirking slightly, but you could see the shift in his expression-the disbelief giving way to a quiet, protective anger.  You sat at the kitchen table, staring at Trent as you reached for his phone again. "Alright, I'm playing it for you," you warned him, your voice stern. “But you’re not seeing the girl’s… well I have an opinionated description but my Theo doesn’t need that and neither do you.” You smirked. He nodded with a sympathetic yet sheepish look, still clearly not expecting what was about to come. You hit play, and the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning his name filled the air. His eyes widened, stunned into silence, and you could see the realization dawn on him.  "Trent." You didn't hesitate, narrowing your eyes as you said his name with a warning edge pausing the video. He snapped out of his shock with a laugh, but it was more out of surprise than interest or amusement. 

"Baby.. I didn't think you were serious," he stammered, his voice rising with disbelief. "That's insane." You looked at him, keeping your face dead serious. 

"I am fucking serious, T. She works for us and that was not a mistake." You whined. Trent shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unsettling sound he'd just heard.

"Well, she's obviously fired," he said bluntly, his tone more serious now as he looked at you. Theo, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between you and his dad, giggled and patted at Trent's cheek, trying to pull his attention back to playing. Trent gave Theo a small smile, his free hand brushing over his son's curls, but his eyes met yours, silently reassuring you that he understood just how serious this was. You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head with a wry smile.

"I knew something felt off with her. But I never thought it was this. Like do you know how fucking insane that is to send that not only to the person you work for but to a father… a husband… like she is so integrated in our lives and she tries to play it off like it was a mistake." Your bottom lip quivered. Trent sat down next to you, balancing Theo on his lap. A free arm wrapping around your waist. You leaned into him. “She holds my babies, my beautiful little babies I made with you and then she sends you a video like that.” You whimpered.

"I’m so so sorry, beautiful. Well, you were right. I can't believe she did that… and after being in our house, with our kids. I know you’re going to worry but you don’t have to, I will take care of everything." His voice was low but simmering with anger. "You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

"I just... she crossed so many lines. And you know me, I trust you. But I needed you to know." You sighed, glancing at the phone again, still in your hand.He nodded, his expression softening as he reached out to hold your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

"I know. I'm so sorry, baby. I’m sorry you had to find out something like this. But I'm glad you told me." He cooed. Theo babbled again, squirming in Trent's lap, Trent finally tore his gaze away from you to focus on his son. "You're okay, mate, yeah?" he murmured, bouncing Theo slightly, the tension in his body starting to ease as he focused on the present.

“Dada!! Dada! Mama!” Theo squealed in a jumbled babble. Lighting up seeing you both. His adorable smile making dimples sink into his cheeks mirroring the ones in Trent’s. You watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips as you thought about how easily Trent could shift from being your rock to being the world's best dad. He caught your eye again, that same soft smile on his face, and you both knew-no matter how bizarre or frustrating this situation was, you'd handle it together.

"Alright, alright," he said, more soberly now. "I was serious though, baby. She's out. We'll change the locks tomorrow, promise." He glanced down at Theo, who was now very content with the attention,sitting on his dad’s lap, completely oblivious to the adult tension in the room. Trent gave him a playful squeeze. "We need to find someone who doesn't fancy daddy so much, huh?" Trent teased. You couldn't help but pout slightly, your lips pressing together as you watched Trent be so nonchalant about the situation. It was part of his charm, but still-it unnerved you just a little. Trent moved Theo to his leg closest to you.  He leaned down, his lips brushing over your forehead in a sweet, grounding kiss then looking at Theo. "Cause daddy loves mummy so much. We don't need anyone else, huh?" He cooed. Theo nuzzled into Trent, his little face pressing against his dad's chest in a gesture that made your heart swell. You smiled, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ as you reached out to kiss Trent's shoulder, finding comfort in his warmth. His smile softening as he wrapped his arms around you and Theo. "We don't need anyone but mummy in our lives," he added, his voice tender. You nodded, finally feeling the tension melt away. It had been a weird, uncomfortable moment, but now, as you stood there with your husband and your little boy, the love between you all was what mattered most. It just ached that someone you invited into your home tried to seduce your husband, the man holding you and your little boy. 

You stood in the kitchen, arms crossed tightly over your chest, shifting from foot to foot. The idea of Molly coming back to the house made your stomach twist, but you hadn’t found the right moment to tell Trent how unsettled you felt about it. Finally, you mustered the courage and spoke, your voice a little shaky. 

“Trent… I’m scared for her to come back to the house.” Trent was standing by the counter, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked up. His expression softened immediately, and without hesitation, he walked over to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he gently swayed you back and forth, trying to soothe your nerves. You could feel his calm energy, and it helped a little, but the anxiety still bubbled inside you. He smiled softly, knowing exactly how to ease your fears. 

“Baby, I got this. Don’t worry,” he reassured, his deep voice steady and comforting. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to her. You’re not doing this alone.” You rested your head on his chest, letting yourself relax slightly against him, but the worry lingered. 

“It just feels awkward… like, it’s not ideal. I don’t want to fire her over the phone, but having her here makes me feel—” You frowned.

“I know,” he cut in, his hands staying firmly on you, grounding you. “But we’ll do it face to face, with respect. And trust me, I’ll make sure she is no longer working for us.” Trent’s confidence always thrived in moments like this, where he had to step up, be the protector, the dad, the husband. He didn’t shy away from responsibility; he embraced it. You could feel it in the way he held you, the unspoken promise that he would fix this. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your temple, and you closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss. “You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured. “I’m here. We’ll handle it together.” You nodded, letting out a small breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but with Trent by your side, you felt just a little braver.

When Molly arrived, it was like the warmth in the house disappeared. The air felt heavy, and the tension was immediate. Trent stood tall, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was an edge to him. He kept his words straightforward and polite, informing Molly that her services were no longer needed. He didn't mention the text or the video. He didn't have to. But Molly had other plans. She stepped forward, too close to Trent, making him instinctively step back, his brow furrowing as he tried to process what she was doing. There was an unsettling boldness in her posture, like she thought the moment had been orchestrated just for them. 

"You don't need her, Trent. You could have anything you want." Her voice was low, almost predatory as she spoke.  Her words dripped with insinuation, and then she crossed a line you could never have expected. "How often are you even getting to have sex anymore? I could offer another service if you need it." Trent's face twisted in disbelief, but before he could respond, the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor broke the tension. Teddy came running from the kitchen, her sweet voice babbling excitedly unaware what was happening in the foyer.  

"Daddy! Daddy, come be with me and mummy! Hurries!" Her innocent interruption was a lifeline, pulling Trent away from the bizarre reality of the moment. You heard her too, and instinctively chased after her, scooping her up as you came to the entryway. You barely made eye contact with Molly, your heart pounding in your chest. But she wasn't done. She turned to you, saying your name like she could explain herself, like she could reason her way out of what she'd done. It was strange it was like this person in front of you now was like someone you had never met. 

"Molly, I was so kind to you. Why... why would you do something like that?" Your voice cracked with emotion as you struggled to understand. The words felt surreal coming out of your mouth. You had trusted her, and now here she was, trying to rip apart your family. Your hands trembled, and tears began to well in your eyes. Trent picked Teddy up, his strong arms cradling her gently as he turned to you. 

"C'mere, my baby bear," he whispered softly to Teddy, kissing her forehead. "I'll come be with you and Mama in just a second, okay?" Teddy clung to Trent, still oblivious to the situation but sensing something wasn't right. 

"This is my family," you said, your voice shaking as the tears finally spilled over. You’d laughed with her weeks ago and now she was making you cry. "This isn't some random person for you to sext. Why?" As you kept talking, your emotions overwhelmed you. Trent's eyes flashed with protective anger as he gently handed Teddy to you, his arms wrapping around you both. "You’re okay, baby.” He pressed a kiss into your hair, his touch reassuring. 

“Ted, go with mummy to the kitchen," he murmured, his voice calm but firm, his presence steady. I'll handle it." You stood there, holding Teddy tight, tears streaming down your face as Trent kissed you once more, this time on your temple. You buried your face in your daughter's hair, inhaling her soft scent, trying to ground yourself in the love you had, the love that Molly could never come close to. Trent's hand found the back of your head, gently soothing you as he took control of the situation, ready to protect what mattered most.

As you left the room with Teddy in your arms, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart pounded as you tried to steady your breathing, clutching your little girl close. You could still hear the confrontation behind you, but it felt like a blur. All you wanted was to protect your daughter from the turmoil inside the house. Molly began stammering, attempting to explain herself, her voice faltering as she realized the gravity of her actions. But Trent cut her off sharply, his voice laced with controlled anger. 

“I don’t need to hear your excuses about the text,” he said, his words dripping with disdain. “It was beyond inappropriate.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping but growing in intensity. “What you will never understand is that you will never be my Y/N. No matter how good you think you look, you will never look as good as my wife. No matter how sweet you are, you will never be as sweet as my wife.” His words were like fire, burning through any delusions Molly might have had. His voice grew even more forceful as he continued, “You will never be something I want because you’re not her. You’re not the mother of my children, the woman who holds my life together. You will never understand what that woman does for me—what she is to me.” His words hung in the air, the tension palpable. Then, with a finality that left no room for argument, Trent said, “You no longer work for us. You will never step within 100 yards of my family, my wife, my children. My fucking children.” The rare, burning anger in his voice echoed down the hallway, and you could feel the intensity of it as you stood in the corridor, trying to listen while comforting Teddy. 

“Whys dada yelling?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her small body squirmed against you, her little face scrunched up with worry. 

“Daddy’s upset, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. “He’s just protecting us, okay? It’s going to be alright.” You kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter.  But inside, your heart raced, and your stomach churned as you heard Trent’s anger grow. It was rare for him to lose his cool like this, and it only showed how deeply this betrayal had affected him. You rocked Teddy gently, her little arms wrapped around your neck as you stood there, feeling the weight of what had happened, but also the fierce love and protection Trent was showing for you and your family. Trent was pacing, his fists clenched and his voice louder than you’d ever heard it. The fury was raw, and it startled you to see him like this, his protectiveness unleashed into a rare, burning anger. 

“Nah, fuck this!” he shouted, his face red with fury. “My fucking family gives you a job, and you throw pull that shit? Tell me you can do more than my wife!” His voice echoed through the house, each word sharper than the last. You knew this wasn’t the man you saw every day—the calm, collected, loving partner. He was angry in a way that you’d never fully witnessed before, and it felt like the only thing that could calm him was you. You set Teddy down and quietly, you came up behind him, your footsteps soft on the floor, and without saying a word, you slipped your arms around his waist. 

“Trent… Baby…” Your voice was soft, a balm to his fury. “It’s enough now.” You whispered, resting your head against his strong back, you pressed your cheek into his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, the muscles in his body still tense, but your touch had an immediate effect. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but as he stood there, feeling you holding onto him, he began to calm. You whispered again, your voice barely audible, “Please… enough.” Trent took a deep, shaky breath. His fists loosened at his sides, and you could feel the tension start to melt away. Sure, she had only sent a video but it was weighted, it was inappropriate, and both you and Trent felt threatened by it. Being in the spotlight made your relationship with the outside world very scary and this was the that exact fear coming to fruition. 

“Please leave our home,” he said, his voice low and firm. “And please never come back.” He was still angry, but now he was in control. Molly stood frozen, her eyes darting between you and Trent, but she could see it was over. Her chance to explain, to apologize—none of it mattered anymore. You didn’t need words to tell her how done you were. Your eyes spoke volumes, and with a quiet, pleading look, you mouthed, ‘just go.’ She hesitated for a moment but then slowly turned and left without another word, the front door closing behind her with a finality that felt like a weight lifting from the house. Trent turned to you, his face still flushed, but the fire had gone. Teddy, who had quietly trailed behind you, was sobbing softly, her tiny hands reaching out for him. Trent immediately scooped her up, his expression softening as he kissed her tear-streaked cheeks. “It’s okay, baby bear. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice tender and full of love. “Shh, don’t cry. Daddy’s not mad anymore.” You could see the shift in him, the protector back in his role. He held Teddy close, rocking her gently, but you could still sense his need to fully calm down.

“I’m going to make sure Theo didn’t wake up,” he said, looking at you with a softness that replaced all the anger from earlier. You nodded, giving him a small smile of reassurance. Trent gave you a lingering kiss on the forehead before turning and walking upstairs with Teddy in his arms, her little face nestled into his neck. As you watched him go, you exhaled deeply, feeling the heaviness of the moment finally starting to pass. But through it all, one thing was clear: Trent’s fierce love for you and the kids was unshakable. 

You stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, a sharp contrast to the intensity that had filled the house moments earlier. Molly was halfway down the driveway, her posture tense, but she stopped when she heard you call her name.

“Hey, Molly.” She turned to face you, her expression caught between fear and defiance. You walked toward her slowly, every step deliberate. The weight of what had just happened lingered between you, thick in the air. You weren’t one to lash out, but this—this was different. “You know,” you began, your voice steady but laced with a cold edge, “I don’t know why you felt the need to try to seduce my husband. I don’t understand how you could come into our home, take care of my babies, and act like this. But I hope—” your voice sharpened, “I hope you remember this if you ever have a family one day. What it feels like to have someone try to threaten that. To come inside your home and hold your babies with an agenda.” Molly’s mouth opened as if to say something, but you held up a hand. A subtle shake of your head silenced her before the words could form. You didn’t want excuses, and you certainly didn’t want an apology. “We all make mistakes,” you said, your voice quieter now but still pointed, “and I really hope someone’s next mistake happens to you. Maybe then you’ll understand what it feels like.” Her eyes widened, stunned by the venom in your words. You were proud of yourself for not backing down, for standing your ground and protecting the family you’d built. The tension in the air was palpable, but it was clear who had the upper hand now. Your eyes narrowed as you looked her up and down one last time, and with a finality in your voice, you said, “Goodbye, Molly.”

You turned and walked back inside without waiting for her response, closing the door firmly behind you. As you stepped into the nursery, the warmth of the room instantly enveloped you, a contrast to the tension and cold that had filled the house earlier. The soft glow of the lamps cast shadows that danced on the walls, creating a peaceful haven from the storm of emotions downstairs. The sound of Theo’s little giggles filled the space, a melody of pure joy as Trent’s large hands tickled his chubby sides. Theo wriggled and squealed, trying to escape but loving every second of the attention from his dad.

“Is my sleepy boy awake now?” you asked playfully, leaning against the doorway with a smile, taking in the scene before you. Theo, paused his giggling for a second to look up at you with his wide, innocent eyes, a smile still plastered across his face. Trent turned to face you, and the sight of him—cradling your son, with Teddy hanging off him like he was a personal playground —made your heart swell. It was a snapshot of everything you loved, everything that mattered.

“Mama!!!! Come play with Daddy and Tio please!” Teddy’s voice, full of excitement, pulled you from your thoughts as she tugged on Trent’s shirt, determined to keep the attention on her. With a grin, you walked over, your fingers running through her soft hair as you gently pried her off Trent. 

“Come here, my beautiful girl,” you whispered, scooping her into your arms. You couldn’t resist tickling her sides, and her loud, uninhibited laughter echoed through the room, mixing with Theo’s earlier giggles. Her joy was infectious, and soon you were all laughing. Trent chuckled, watching you with that look in his eyes that told you just how much he adored you—how much he adored this life. Still holding Theo in one arm, he reached out with his free hand and pulled you and Teddy in closer, enveloping the three of you in his protective embrace. It was a moment of complete unity, the four of you bundled together, a perfect reflection of the love and strength you had built as a family. You rested your head against Trent’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His warmth, his strength—it was everything you needed in that moment. You glanced up at him, and his eyes were soft, his lips curled into a tender smile that made your breath catch. Your heart felt full to the brim, the kind of full that brought tears to your eyes. And it must have shown, because Teddy, always so observant despite her age, looked up at her daddy, her little face scrunched in that thoughtful way she had.

“I like Daddy’s smile,” she said, her voice small but sure. “‘Cause makes mama smile.” Her words struck you deeply. You let out a soft giggle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. 

“I like it too, baby,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “I love it especially because you and Tio have it too,  because you look just like Daddy, huh?” Trent’s arm tightened around you, and you felt the slight shift in his posture as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. His lips brushed your hair, and the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine. 

“I love you,” he whispered softly, his words meant just for you. “I love our family.” But then his gaze shifted, and he looked at both of your children, his expression becoming more serious, more intense. He bent down slightly to meet Teddy’s eyes, his voice quiet but filled with emotion as he said, “I love being yours” The sincerity in his voice hung in the air, wrapping around you like a blanket. He shifted Theo, who was now sleepy from all the tickling, onto his other arm. Theo yawned, his tiny hand resting on Trent’s shoulder, his eyelids fluttering as he started to drift off again. Teddy, still curled in your lap, beamed up at her daddy, her eyes shining with love. 

“We love, dada,” she said, her small voice full of certainty, her arms wrapping around your waist as if she could squeeze you both tighter. You blinked away the tears welling up in your eyes and looked up at Trent. He caught your gaze and smiled, that familiar smile that made everything feel right. 

 “I love you more, baby bear. We don’t ever need anyone else,” Trent cooed. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in the warmth of the embrace.

“Always just us. Just us.” You cooed. Trent pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment. “Maybe one more though.” You whispered cheekily. Trent pulled back to look at you with all the love in the world reflected in his eyes. He winked at you as if to agree. In that moment, with your daughter in your lap, your son on Trent’s arm, and the overwhelming feeling of love filling every corner of the room, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, this was your home. This was your family. And nothing else mattered.

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Terry and the batfam. Terry and the batfam. their dynamics have so much potential and i would LOVE to see it explored in any way at all

Terry and Dick: older brothers, trade stories of how they embarrass and get back at their younger brother(s), anger issue twins, "oh you were batman too??" "yeah, but its only bc one of my parents was murdered" "omg thats how i became robin no way"

Terry and Jason: the second most destructive duo, second only to terry and steph. not bc they fight or blow things up on patrol (thats tim and jasons thing) but bc anytime there a new gadget to try, terry will volunteer to use it, and jason will volunteer to 'spar' with terry to test it out. okay, maybe its bc they fight and blow stuff up, but its only ever in the batcave under supervision! "the tim from my dimension actually killed the joker" "no shit? did bruce stop me over there too?" "... about that--" sometimes they grab the others leather jacket by accident and both have given up on caring

Terry and Tim: terry "from the technological future" mcginnis and tim "designs loads of bat tech" drake talk shop, "my younger brother was made robin without my consent" club. tim listens to the works elcectro pop music ever and it just so happens to sound exactly like what they play at terrys favorite club. tim introduces him to (kon or bernard, take your pick) and they hit it off so well that they hang out without tim

Terry and Damian: ace the dog. terry invited damian to his AC island. both are bruce's bio kids and mamas boys. damian calling him "Terrance" and terry never recovering from it. terry knows damian from the future, kind of, and uses that knowledge to his advantage EVERY DAY

Terry and Duke: team "everyone thinks we're the normal one, they are wrong" they totally do movie marathons you cant tell me otherwise, their favorite thing to do is make bets abt the rest of the fam w cass. they never win against her. on any given day you can find them whispering about everyone else "duke, why the fuck were damian and tim staring each other down over breakfast" "hes mad dick said he can't poison him again" "what" "i know i thought they were over it by now"

Terry and Cass: cass sees him for the first time and sees that he rivals tim and dick in terms of being a mess and is determined to bond. terry hears about what she was trained for as a child and shrugs bc "i was supposed to be a second bruce, things change" cass will make him give her piggybacks when shes tired and terry has never dropped her

Terry and Stephanie: the most destructive duo. something happens to their braincells when they patrol together, buildings fall, bones break, civilians are crying, theres about ten minutes where everyone else thinks theyre both dead. they both are waiting at the cave for the others, terry is teching her how to make really shitty friendship bracelets (dana taught him, and stephanie is pretending she doesnt know how). they dont know why everyone else is so stressed "i texted you that we were fine, old man. steph and i just ran into black masks trafficing ring and took care of it-- why is dick crying?"

ALL of them have asked about the future before and the ONLY thing he ever reveals is out of context sayings and trends "yeah actually luigi and bowser have so much chemistry, well, i guess that movie isnt out yet huh" "???" (they think luigi and bowser are a cononical couple in the future and wonder where the world went so wrong) and (while interrogating smon) "watch out, you're not acting like the sigma you are, batman, try rizzing 'im up, then he'll talk."

him and bart meet (everyone tried to keep in from happening) and theyre from similar enough futures that when they talk, not a single person around them can follow it, they teach each other the different versions of different tik tok dances and terry goes back to the manor and teches them to steph, cass sees them do it once and has them memorized, duke thought it was funny, dick thought it was adorable (eventually they ALL know them, and it becomes an inside joke) tims prized possession is a video he got of damian doing the most dispassionate renegade the world has ever seen bc jon asked and he cant say no to him)

TL;DR:

terry mcginnis interacting w the other bat kids has a lot of potential for chaos and family bonding