#Y/N Y/L/N

[lanaroff]

To Love, To Stay

pearing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: Reader and Wanda Maximoff are basking in the joy of a blossoming relationship when an unexpected pregnancy changes everything.

The first months with Wanda were a dream. Everything felt easy, natural. Dates at quaint little cafes, lazy mornings wrapped in blankets on the couch, and laughter—so much laughter. Wanda had a way of making even the simplest moments feel magical. It was as if being with her brought color to a life you hadn’t realized was so gray before.

You were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, enjoying every moment without thinking too far ahead. Conversations about the future felt distant, unimportant. All that mattered was the now, and the now was perfect.

But then things changed.

Wanda started acting distant. At first, it was subtle. She seemed preoccupied, her mind wandering during conversations. She canceled a couple of dates with vague excuses, and when you did see her, she wasn’t as present as she used to be. It wasn’t like her to pull away—Wanda was always so open, so warm.

You tried not to overthink it, but the nagging feeling that something was wrong only grew. It wasn’t until one evening, when you’d gone to her room at the Avengers Compound unannounced, that everything came crashing down.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and a small white stick sat on the counter. At first, it didn’t register what it was. But then you saw the two pink lines.

Your stomach dropped. You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, but one stood out above the rest: She cheated on me.

“Wanda!” you called, your voice sharp and trembling. She appeared in the doorway, her face pale when she saw what you were holding.

“It’s not what you think,” she said quickly, her hands raised as if to calm you.

You scoffed, your chest tightening with anger and hurt. “Not what I think? Then explain this to me, Wanda, because it sure looks like you’ve been hiding something pretty big.”

“It’s yours,” she said, her voice steady despite the tears welling in her eyes. “The baby is yours.”

The words hit you like a freight train. “What?” you whispered, stumbling back a step. “No… no, we haven’t even talked about this. We never…” Your breathing quickened as panic set in. “I can’t do this. I can’t be a parent. I don’t know how.”

“Y/N please,” Wanda pleaded, her voice rising. She stepped closer, her eyes filled with desperation. “We can handle this. Together. Please, just listen—”

“Listen to what?” you snapped, your voice cracking. “That you decided to keep this from me? That you didn’t even think to talk to me about something this big? How could you, Wanda?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you!” she shouted back, tears streaming down her face now. “I was scared, okay? I… I didn’t know how you’d react. I’ve seen how you get when we even talk about the future, and I… I panicked.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “So you just decided to keep it to yourself? To make this decision for both of us?”

“I didn’t make any decisions,” she shot back. “I’m still trying to figure it out, just like you. But you… you’re running away before we can even talk about it.”

“Because I’m not ready for this!” you yelled, your voice echoing through the room. “I don’t know how to be a parent, Wanda. I don’t even know if I want to be a parent.”

Her face crumpled at your words, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of her quiet sobs. You felt a pang of guilt, but the fear and anger coursing through you were too overwhelming.

“I need time,” you said finally, your voice breaking. Without another word, you turned and left, the sound of the door closing behind you echoing in your ears.

You found yourself at a bar, drowning your panic in shot after shot of whiskey. The fear clawed at your chest, and no amount of alcohol could quiet the voices in your head. Memories of your parents flashed through your mind—the yelling, the tears, the chaos.

Your father’s voice was always loud, sharp, biting. He had a temper that seemed to ignite over the smallest things, leaving you walking on eggshells every moment you were around him. Your mother, though softer, wasn’t much better. Her silence often felt as cutting as his words. She would retreat, disappearing into herself, leaving you to navigate the storm alone. You could still remember the fights—so loud, so consuming. Nights spent curled up in your room, covering your ears as the walls shook with their screaming matches.

When they finally left, it didn’t feel like relief. Your father slammed the door with a suitcase in hand, his angry footsteps echoing in your memory. Your mother stayed for a while, but her emptiness was suffocating. Then she too was gone, leaving nothing but the ghost of what a family should have been. They had both vanished from your life in different ways, but their absence carried the same message: You’re not worth staying for.

And now, here you were, standing on the precipice of creating a family of your own. The idea of it filled you with dread. What if you turned out just like them? What if you failed the way they did? What if you hurt the people you loved because that was all you’d ever known? The fear was paralyzing.

Yet, despite that fear, there was another feeling that cut through the haze of alcohol and self-loathing. Love. Love for Wanda. Love for the way she looked at you like you mattered, like you were worth something. Love for the way she could make you laugh even on your worst days. Love for the possibility of something good, something real. But was love enough to outweigh the fear?

Hours later, you stumbled into the Avengers Compound, your legs barely carrying you. The common area was dimly lit, and there she was, sitting on the couch, her eyes red from crying. Wanda shot up the moment she saw you, rushing to your side.

“Where have you been?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. She steadied you as you nearly collapsed, her arms strong and grounding despite your drunken state.

“Wanda,” you slurred, tears streaming down your face. “I’m so scared. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be a parent. What if I ruin everything? What if I ruin them? I… I don’t want to hurt you, or… or our baby.”

Her face softened, and she guided you to sit down, keeping her hands on your shoulders as if to anchor you.

“You think I’m not scared too?” she said, her voice breaking as she held you close. “Do you think I have all the answers? I don’t. But I know one thing—I love you, and I want to do this with you. Please don’t shut me out. Don’t run from me.”

“I’m not running,” you said, your voice cracking as you sobbed into her shoulder. “I… I just don’t know how to be anything other than scared. My parents were a mess, Wanda. They destroyed each other, and they destroyed me. What if I… what if I’m just like them?”

“You’re not them,” Wanda said firmly, her hands cupping your face. Her thumbs brushed away your tears, her touch gentle but steady. “You’re kind, and loving, and you’ve already shown me how much you care. That’s what matters. You don’t have to be perfect. We just have to love them, and each other. We can do this.”

You looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but warmth and determination. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m so sorry for how I reacted. I… I love you so much, Wanda. I don’t think I ever thought I’d be this happy, and it scares me. But the thought of losing you scares me even more.”

Wanda’s lips quivered as she smiled through her own tears. “I love you too,” she said, her voice soft and full of emotion. “And you’re not going to lose me. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, your voice breaking again. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to. I promise.”

She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, her hands still cradling your face. “You already do,” she whispered against your lips. “And you’ll be an amazing parent. I know you will.”

The two of you sat there, holding each other as the weight of the night slowly lifted. It wouldn’t be easy—you knew that. But as long as you had Wanda by your side, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could face whatever came next. Together.

[nykie-love-anime]

Status

Y/N: - knocking on the door - Bucky: State your name, rank and intention Y/N: Y/N, your lovely girlfriend and I am here for some fun

Masterlist

[triplehmunson]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: Your husband Pedro gets mad at the interviewer because he said an inappropriate comment he made about a photo you posted in a bikini when the two of you went on your honeymoon to the Bahamas

P: Wtf?!?!?! What did you say?

[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

[betzabobababi]

Incorrect quote #24

Tony and y/n making a salad

Tony: *looks at y/n then to the bowl*

Tony: y/n these cucumber halves are too big. You need to break them up.

Y/n: *takes the peices out*

Y/n: *sobs dramatically*

Y/n: *to the cucumbers* ITS NOT YOU ITS ME! *slams the knife down*

[aloneatpeace]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

The scarlet Phoenix is being that is powerful beyond any creature in Multivers. Scarlet Phoenix is rare nexu being capable of creating new life form and change the world in large scale as well as destroy it. Not only one but two empowered vibrant power source in one host, which make this being far more dangerous and superior than any life form. The scarlet witch and Phoenix force are two unfathomable force with unmatched powers .these two repal eachother making the co existing harder but with a powerful compatible host who can make these both co exist without creating destruction is what a scarlet phoenix .the phoenix force is the most feared being as it possess extinction level threat. this will intensify with power of scarlet witch who is the harbour of Chaos magic a being capable of spontaneous creation .the scarlet witch has no coven ,no need for incantation the power exceeds that of the sorcerers suprime .the scarlet witch ment to rule everything .

Telepathy , Telepathic defence, Telepathic cloak, Cloak mind , Telepathic illusion, Telepathic camouflage, Telepathic manipulation, Telekinesis, Telekinesis aura , Telekinesis sensitivity, Tactical Telekinesis , Temporal manipulation , Transmutation

Mind control, Mind possession, Mind Transferal , Mind link , Mental detection, Mental paralysis Matter mutation , Memory alliteration , Metal manipulation , Magic resistance,

Psychic sheild , Psychic blast ,Pyrokinesis , psionic energy manipulation ,psychic firebirds, phoenix force avatar , probability Alteration, Psychometry , Physical resistance , Personality alteration,

Astral projection, Atmokinesis, Interstellar travel cosmic , cosmic teleportation , Concussive force blast , Immortality, Dilate power, Durability , Resurrection, Reality warping Energy absorbation , Emotion manipulation , Existence mastery , Life force control .

Next chapter may take a while so be patient . Sence the readers power is released I thought this might help to understand more about who and what is the reader power is .

as shown in the previous info the change of eye colour will be based on the first info. I just thought adding this pictures would aesthetically pleasing so example the psonic blast could be any colour not just blue it's based readers emotions.

[smutwritersstuff]

disclaimer! everyone in this series is of age and yes the cannon events are a tad bit off, I don't feel comfortable writing about such strong subjects with minors. thank you for understanding. this series DOES contain heavy themes of emotional abuse, mentioning of anxiety disorder, mentioning of eating disorders, drug use, and a bunch of other really heavy topics... please DO NOT read if sensitive to these issues.

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⤷ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

S1, E1: "Pretend you love me."

y/n comes home after spending the summer with her mom in France, away from her brothers but Voldemort has some news for her… whether she likes it or not.

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The daughter of Voldemort was finally coming home after 3 months away from home. She had stayed with her mom in France, exploring the country from deep cities to forests and greenery... of course, nothing lasts forever.

Here she is, sitting in the car that her father had ordered for her to pick her up from the airport, questioning "What if I hadn't come back?"

"Almost there, Ms. Y/N." The driver peaked in the rearview mirror, glancing at her numb expression.

She replied with a simple "Thank you."

It did feel nice to get away from magical London for a bit... but magical France? That was a dream. She'd give anything to go back right now, anything to not face her father.

When she first told her father about the plan to go stay with her mother all through the summer, he got angry. Of course, he was angry... his only daughter trying to broaden her horizons to see that this isn't the only life she could lead... harming muggle-borns, exterminating muggles?

When she was young, y/n definitely would've said "Yeah, muggles are terrible." but now that she grew up, and interacted with a few muggles, she understood that people shouldn't be judged based on their blood status. Of course, she'd never admit any of this... she couldn't defile the family name as "blood-traitors" when her father was the Dark Lord, and her brothers were next in line to take over the Death Eaters...

The car had pulled into the driveway of the house, and the driver set the car in park. "We're here, Ms. Y/N."

Again, a simple and concise "Thank you." escaped her lips as she had gotten out of the car.

“Ah! Y/N! Welcome home.” your oldest brother, Tom, came to greet you at the door. He must’ve seen the car pulling up in the driveway and rushed to get you. “How was your mom’s?”

“It was beautiful, really…” she replied, holding her arms out in a hug which he quickly reciprocated. “Where’s dad?”

“He’s with Tom, they went to talk to the Malfoys.” Mattheo said, dropping the hug. “Do you need help with your bags?”

The driver was unloading the trunk of the car, the suitcases were being pulled out… and then all of the feelings she tried to escape sunk back into her head and body.

“That’d be great, thank you.” she said, looking down at the graveled driveway and then up to the large, dark house.

“Go on up to your room, I’ll take care of it.”

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You turned on the light switch, only to find your room was exactly the same as you left it, ink and an unfinished letter sitting on your desk. The black bedsheets with matching pillows and blankets, along with a stuffed animal you had gotten at your first year at Hogwarts. The clothes that haven’t been traveled with still in your wardrobe. Your private bathroom still as glamorous as you had left it, the curtains were tied back with a silver rope.

You were back home and that meant only one thing… school was starting soon.

The feelings all set in again, the expectations that your father has of you is too much. He expects you to step up and lead the army of Death Eaters when he becomes unable to… meaning if the boy who lived defeated him… to be honest, that’s what you wanted. As cruel as it is to say, you wish Harry would’ve just killed him already… your life would be much easier.

Barely even an hour home and you already want to go back to France, you missed your mom. From everything you’ve heard about her from your father, you expected her to be a vile, evil, self centered woman with a wicked heart… but she was nothing like he described.

You closed your eyes and laid down on your bed, bundling yourself up in the comfort of your blankets that still had remnants of your perfume. Feeling like a hopeless child, you muffled your sobs into the plush fabric of the blankets, tears hitting your pillowcase.

The life you were born into has all been planned for you… no one had ever asked you what you wanted. You wanted to be different but now it seems like you’re stuck in this predicament… stuck in the hell that your father trapped you in and your brothers were stuck right there with you.

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THANK YOU SM FOR READING!!! 🩶🩶 i kinda ditched this series for a bit bcs i’ve been in my dr so much trying to get everything I can and put it into a series! I love u all sm and please please please reblog & follow bcs i’m gonna start posting more regularly <33

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 1

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Y/N, ARE YOU DONE MILKING THE COWS YET?" Your sister Elizabeth asked as she walked into the barn, pausing and pursing her lips upon seeing you.

Your sister was dressed in a red and black checkered flannel shirt, unbuttoned with a black tank underneath. Blue skinny jeans tucked into her brown cowboy boots made her look taller than she really was. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her face void of any makeup, and her nails chewed down to bits.

You on the other hand was wearing a F/C blouse, a white mini skirt, and had curled your hair into neat waves with heels to go with. You'd already done your makeup as well, to look your best.

"Sorry sis." You jested. "Think you're going to have to get used to doing all of the chores now that I'm moving."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Why are you moving to the city again?"

She moved forward, grabbing a bucket to turn upside down to sit upon while she grabbed the milk jars to start the job you had meant to come out to do. You'd gotten side tracked with messages coming in from your phone from your best friend Ivy, who was working out work accommodations for you.

It's not that you hated the farm, you just preferred the city. The hustle bustle life with a 9-5 job at a place you enjoyed working at. Actually meeting interesting people and going out. Meeting a bunch of boys to practice with before you found your soulmates.

"Because," You said, tucking your phone into your skirt pocket. "I'm getting a job in New York."

Elizabeth disapproved of this very much, preferring the idea that you should stay on the old farm and work even though there was nothing for it. No money, you were all almost broke. Compared to these other people, your family pulled in maybe $30,000 a year if you were lucky.

Elizabeth was two years younger than you, having only turned eighteen. You both shared some soulmates, judging by the tattoos you shared. She had the same red star in the same place as you, surrounded by other stars, along with the same blue thing neither of you knew the name to on her chest. She also had the medical symbol on her back and the same bird, though on her shoulder unlike with yours.

Neither of you were entirely sure who your soulmates were. You figured that the person with the red, white, and blue star must be patriotic to some degree. The medical staff obviously showed someone in the medical field. And the arrow probably meant someone who loved archery. Though you weren't positive.

Elizabeth had an extra tattoo as well- and you had several more than her. She had a Japanese sword that traveled up her side. It was actually her favorite one- perhaps because it was the only different one from yours. She would have to share all but that one soulmate with you.

"I'm just saying." Elizabeth sighed, "you don't have to move to the city to get a job here. If you really are sure about not working the farm anymore, you could've gotten a job in town."

"Pff. Ellie, those are slow jobs, not exciting, and rather boring. The city is a new place, full of new people and new possibilities." You explained.

"Alright." Elizabeth shrugged, picking up the milk jugs, muscles tensing in her arms before she moved out of the barn once more. You followed her, tapping away at your phone as she carried the milk jugs over to the milk storage unit, pouring them into the purifier.

"Hello sweetheart." Mom said, giving you a hug, "Are you excited? You're leaving for the city today!"

Elizabeth stepped into the house and mom smiled at her over your shoulder, "Do you want to start breakfast for everyone?"

"Yes mom." Elizabeth said, moving past us to go to the kitchen. She cooked the best breakfasts' except maybe dad.

Mom gushed over your new job opportunities and you chatted with her while Elizabeth and Dad talked about farm business and politics on the other side of you.

"Who knows." Mom finally gushed, "Maybe you'll meet your soulmates in New York!"

"Hopefully." You said. "That would be ideal wouldn't it? Then you'd have to come to the city Ellie, to meet them too."

Elizabeth, who was discussing possible republican candidates for the upcoming presidential election didn't even hear you.

You sighed, turning back to mom. "Anyways, I'm just going to go upstairs and make sure that everything is perfect. I don't want to leave anything behind."

"Of course. I'll be up in a minute if you needed any help." Mom said. "Ellie, don't forget to do the dishes after breakfast."

"Yes mom." Ellie said without actually hearing what mom had asked of her, continuing to talk to dad about some people named Rand Paul and Andy Beshear- whoever those people were. Politicians, you assumed.

You headed upstairs to your bedroom, which your mother had let decorate to your desires. The walls were a nice, light F/C colour. Everything was mostly in that shade like the drapes, the coverlets on the bed, the mirror that hung on the wall. The furniture was white.

Your suitcase, which was pink with white polka dots was sitting on the bedspread, already open so that you could make sure that everything was in it. You had clothes, but they weren't the style you really liked. They were mostly farm clothes, you didn't have much stylish clothes. Well maybe you'd get lucky and one of your soulmates would be rich.

You smiled at that. You were certain that you'd find them in New York- it was a gut feeling.

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[slytherinqueen123]

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n

“riddikulus!”

i share a glance with blaise and mattheo before we blurt out in perfect unison, “this class is ridiculous!”

i double over laughing at the face malfoy makes, a hideous composition of anger and spite, with a little inkling of sarcasm.

“ha ha, very funny, you three. shut up about it. it’s been three years, it’s not even funny.” he says, rolling his eyes.

mattheo starts. “well, you see mister malfoy-”

“-we can’t really stop now.” blaise finishes.

malfoy makes another face. i lean back in my chair and toss a pen in the air. it narrowly avoids clashing the light, which earns me a steely glare from professor flitwick.

“sorry sir, i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again!” i call, before turning to the boys and scoffing. “more like i’ll make sure it does.”

mattheo gives me a look. “that’s ridiculous.”

“this class is ridiculous!” blaise and i yell again, both collapsing in hysterics as malfoy makes to whack us.

“what? your iconic now, dray, you can’t deny it!” i shriek, dodging another hand flying in my direction and taking the opportunity to pin him back with a solid punch to the arm. he rubs the site of his injury and gets up.

“stuff you idiots. i’ve got better people to talk to than three loose canons who bully innocent-”

“ferrets?” i finish. he glares at us and struts over to pansy and her gaggle of princesses.

i sigh and lean back.

“how long till he comes back this time?” mattheo asks, watching draco sky away from the crowd of girls clambering for his attention.

blaise takes a moment to think before we all lock eyes.

“literally an hour.”

“like, till tonight.”

“not very long.”

we all know he’ll be back in no time. after all, he’s our best mate. we’re best mates.

• • •

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n. honestly, i don’t know why it didn’t happen sooner.

we met when theo, draco and blaise where 7, and i was 6. fancy purebloods throw parties all the time, and it just so happened we where all there at once.

being the tiny only daughter of my father, and him thinking i’m a fragile princess, i’d been dumped in a random room a hallway away from the party.

i’d tried everything. break out, scream, cry, beg, plead and even jump a window, but to no avail. i’d given up. exhausted from my failed mission, i’d flopped on a couch and waited for someone, anyone, to let me out.

i was sick of my dress, i was sick of my hair, i was sick of my loneliness and i was about to kick that door down myself, find my father and fight him.

i was practically asleep. uncountable rounds of exhaustion, anger and energy had worn me out, and i was staring at the ceiling wondering if i could smash the chandelier and whether or not it would attract enough attention if i acted dead. until i heard the tell tale creaking of the oversized door trapping me in, opening.

i was up in a flash, barreling towards that door, ready to beat up whoever had taken so long to get me.

“WHY HAS IT TAKEN YOU SO LONG? I’M PRACTICALLY DECEAS-” i was cut off by a hand covering my mouth, shoving me back into the room and slamming the door shut. i was mad, but scared too.

who had grabbed me?

i followed the hands arm and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring back at me, glassy and nursing a bloody cut halfway up his nose.

“can you help me?” the boy in the suit said. i stared back at him, confused. “i-”

“merlin, mattheo, that’s y/l/n’s daughter!” another voice said, emerging from behind bloody nose boy. he had rich dark skin and a puff of tight black curls.

“are you his daughter, girl?” the next voice belonged to a boy with pale skin and platinum blonde curtains. all three where wearing suits, each without ties.

“yeah. i’m his daughter, y/n. who the hell are you? and why’d you trap me back in here, you douchebags!” i shrieked, realisation dawning that they’d gotten me stuck back in my opulent prison.

“mattheo riddle.” bloody nose boy offered, smiling slightly under a mess of curls.

“blaise zabini, miss y/n.” curly hair said, giving me a slight nod and bow.

“malfoy. draco malfoy.” ghost man added.

i grinned. “cool. y’all wanna be friends? i’m kinda lonely, and i’m only six. not gonna lie, you’s don’t look like you’ve got all that many friends either.”

blaise shrugged. “just my dads bosses employees kids. i don’t know what they do. there’s a lot of them though. i hate parkinson, though. she’s annoying.”

draco shoved him. “oi, leave her alone. she’s not that bad.”

“you only say that because you’re in love with her, malfoy. no one in their right mind likes pansy parkinson.” mattheo shivered and spat her name like a curse.

i laughed. blaise turned around from his little fight with malfoy.

“she’s pretty. and smart. she looks fun. you can be friends with me, if you want.” he stuck his hand out and i shook it.

“you seem gutsy, miss y/n. i’m down if you are.” mattheo added. i nodded and smiled. “course’ i am.”

we all turned to malfoy. he was trying to smooth his shirt and didn’t notice us all staring. “what?”

mattheo knocked him on the head, still holding his bloody nose. “do you even listen to anyone but your old dad? do you wanna be friends with y/n or not, dumby!”

he looks me up and down. i do the same. “deal.”

i grin. “cool. then we’re friends.”

blaise shakes his head. “not just friends.”

“oh yeah?” draco asks.

“naw. best friends.” mattheo finishes.

• • •

that’s how it’s been ever since.

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n.

and that’s how it’s gonna stay.

[yeetusfeetusdedingus]

smut (inspired but i wrote most)

"You still have a punishment.""W-What is it..?""I'm gonna fuck you so hard but, you can't cum. If you do, you have to deep throat me.""O-Okay.."Quickly without a warning, as he smirks, he pulls out his meaty shaft and flips me around so I'm bent over with my face buried in the table, he grabs my hips firmly spreading them apart exposing my dripping wet hole to him, he rubs his tip against my entrance teasingly before pushing himself inside me slowly stretching my walls apart. He starts thrusting himself inside my tight wet cunt slamming himself deep inside me causing me to moan loudly.Not giving me anytime to adjust, he kept going faster, and faster, and faster. I gasped at the feeling and I was a mess."I'M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD YOUR GONNA SCREAM MY NAME!" He pounds my pussy away, he grabbed my hair tightly yanking back forcing my head up towards him, he kisses me even deeply thrusting himself even further into me making me squeal in pain and pleasure. He slams himself, balls deep inside her womb filling me completely with his thick meaty shaft.I felt a knot in my stomach and kept trying to hold it back, but after a while I couldn't hold it."Please let me cum, I can't hold it anymore.""Not until I say so, keep being a good girl for me."He kept pounding into me relentlessly,I held it for another minute, but it seemed like it was too late now, without me being able to control it. I came, it was something that happened so fast. I couldn't breathe, gasping for air realizing what I just did.I could hear him laughing at me and I felt confused."Mm.. What's...Mmm... f-funny?""You came all over me and squirted.""I-I I'm s-sorry"I could barely speak, my mind was in another planet almost. I felt him fill me up and pull out."Hmm, tired?"I nodded and closed my eyes. But I felt him move to hover over me.

[lanaroff]

Is it too late? Part 2

Paring: WandaNat x Daughter Reader

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Y/N had miscalculated.

She thought she was getting better, stronger, smarter. She thought she had control. But as she lay on the cold pavement, blood pooling beneath her, she realized just how wrong she had been.

She had picked a fight with the wrong men. Armed, organized, ruthless. Not just common street thugs but something worse. A gang that knew how to fight back. And they had.

Pain throbbed through her body—her ribs felt shattered, her head was spinning, and she could feel the warm, sticky sensation of blood seeping from a wound on her side. She tried to move, but every attempt sent sharp agony through her limbs. She was barely conscious when she heard them talking.

"Is she dead?" one of the men muttered.

"Not yet," another one answered, cocking a gun. "But she will be."

Panic surged through her. She tried to lift her arm, to fight, to do something, but her body betrayed her. She was helpless.

And then—

A blur of red and blue. A web shot rang out, followed by a grunt of surprise. The gun clattered to the ground. Y/N barely registered the commotion as her vision swam in and out, but she knew someone else was there. Someone fast. Someone strong.

Spider-Man.

Peter took down the men in a matter of seconds, his heart pounding as he shot web after web, disarming and knocking them out. Once the last of them was on the ground, groaning in pain, he turned back to the beaten figure lying in the dim glow of the streetlights.

He approached cautiously, his breath catching when he noticed the masked vigilante barely moving. "Hey—hey, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside them.

No response.

Carefully, he reached out and pulled back the mask.

His stomach dropped. "Oh my God—Y/N?!"

His best friend. His friend had been the one out here, fighting, getting herself beaten to a pulp. Panic set in as he gently lifted her, ignoring the blood staining his suit. "Shit, shit, shit," he whispered, trying to keep his hands steady. "You’re gonna be okay, I promise. Just—just hang in there."

He didn’t hesitate. He webbed up the unconscious criminals for the police and took off, cradling Y/N as he swung through the city.

The Avengers Compound, Medbay.

Bruce Banner had seen a lot of injuries in his time, but when Peter Parker burst into the compound with Y/N’s unconscious body in his arms, his stomach twisted.

"Help! I need help!" Peter shouted as he landed inside, his voice laced with fear. "It’s Y/N—she’s—she’s hurt bad!"

Bruce was already moving, calling for Dr. Cho. The medical team rushed forward, lifting Y/N onto a stretcher and wheeling her into surgery. Peter stood frozen, blood—her blood—coating his hands.

Then, Bruce turned to FRIDAY. "Call Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Now."

Back at home, Natasha and Wanda had just settled into bed when FRIDAY’s voice cut through the quiet.

"Mrs. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. There is an emergency at the Avengers Compound. You are needed immediately."

Wanda sat up instantly, panic flashing in her eyes. "What? What happened?"

"It’s Y/N."

Confusion struck both of them. "What do you mean?" Natasha asked, already throwing the blankets off. "She’s sleeping."

But something about it didn’t sit right. A horrible feeling churned in her stomach as she moved, faster than she ever had, bolting toward Y/N’s room. Wanda followed closely behind.

Natasha pushed the door open in a rush, eyes scanning the darkened room. The bed was empty.

The window was wide open.

"No," Natasha breathed, stepping closer. "No, no, no."

Her heart pounded as she turned to Wanda, whose face had gone pale. "She’s gone," Natasha said, voice shaking. "She snuck out."

Wanda covered her mouth with a trembling hand, horror settling deep in her chest. "Nat… where is she?"

Neither of them had time to answer because, in the next second, they were already running for the car.

The drive was a blur. Wanda clutched Natasha’s hand tightly, her other hand trembling against her lap. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. "Nat, I—I can’t—"

"We need to be strong," Natasha said firmly, though her own voice wavered. She squeezed Wanda’s hand, anchoring her. "No matter what happens, we have to be strong. For Y/N. For each other."

Wanda nodded, but her breath came shallow, her chest tightening with every second that passed.

By the time they reached the compound, Peter was waiting for them, his face pale, his eyes red-rimmed. "Mrs. Maximoff, Ms. Romanoff—"

"Where is she?" Natasha demanded.

Peter swallowed hard. "Medbay. It was bad. I—I found her in an alley. She was fighting these guys, but there were too many. She was—she was bleeding, she was barely conscious—" His voice broke. "I didn’t know it was her until I took off the mask. I didn’t know."

Natasha’s hands clenched into fists. Wanda’s breath hitched, her hands covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

Bruce approached them, his expression grim. "She has several broken ribs, a gunshot wound to the side, severe bruising, and a concussion. She lost a lot of blood. The next few hours are critical."

Wanda couldn’t breathe. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. She turned and bolted down the hallway, desperate for air.

Natasha was after her in a second, grabbing her wife before she could collapse. "Hey, hey—look at me. She’s alive. She’s fighting. But she needs us to be strong."

Wanda gripped Natasha’s arms, her whole body trembling. "She was supposed to be safe, Nat. She was supposed to be home. How—how did we miss this?"

Natasha’s jaw tightened, her own guilt crashing over her. "We’ll figure it out. Right now, she needs us."

Twelve agonizing hours later, Dr. Cho stepped into the waiting room. Natasha and Wanda jumped to their feet, hearts pounding.

"She made it through surgery," Cho announced, offering them a small, tired smile. "But we had to put her in an induced coma to let her body heal. It’s going to be a long recovery."

The relief was instant but bittersweet. Wanda broke down in Natasha’s arms, sobbing, while Natasha held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"She’s alive," Natasha whispered. "She’s alive. That’s all that matters."

But even as she said it, her heart ached with the knowledge that when Y/N woke up, they would have a lot to talk about.

[nykie-love-anime]

Sweet Baby

Y/N: - pointing a camera at Bucky - Y/N: There he is my sweet baby boy Bucky: - holding a cigarette and a beer - Bucky: What?

Masterlist

[triplehmunson]

𝙋𝙊𝙑: You and your husband Pedro have a video call since he is away filming the third season of "The Mandalorian" the two begin to tell each other how the week went and he tells you that he misses you very much and that he has not stopped thinking about you at all times, you were going to surprise him when he returned that you were pregnant, you wanted to give him a small advance but the director called him and unfortunately he had to end the call, but not before blowing you a kiss and telling you that he loves you with all his heart heart. 🥹🫶🏻

[romanoffs-widow]

"So, girlfriends?"

Summary: While having a friendly dinner, Wanda walks in on you and Nat having some fun.

Warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of kissing, partial nudity?

MEN DNI

A/N: I'm back! And with another fic I think you'll all enjoy :b

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3rd person pov

Wanda Maximoff is your best friend in the whole universe. With the exception of your girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, of course. You love them both more than anything.

Which is why it stings when you see the way Nat looks at her. You can tell she has a big crush on her, which you admittedly also have on the brunette. But that doesn't mean you'd do anything, and hopefully, your girlfriend won't either. She is your best friend, after all.

Since you moved into your apartment together, you have caught Nat constantly checking Wanda out, as if she were you. You want to confront her about her obvious crush on her, but what if she notices the way you look at Wanda, too?

After considering all the scenarios in your head, you decide that the only way is to be in a throuple with them both. You've never tried it before, but you've also seen the way Wanda looks at Natasha. You try and see the way she looks at you, hoping she likes you too, but you just don't see it.

You told yourself if the opportunity ever does rise, you'll take them both, but for now, you'll stare at her from across the dinner table, like right now.

In the first month of living together, Tasha decided that you and your friends should have a (whenever possible) monthly dinner. Yelena and Kate sat together, you and Nat sat together too, and Wanda sat opposite you and Nat. Yelena was telling some story to Kate and Nat, and you and Wanda were just pretending to listen.

Wanda wore her black dress as you wore your green one, just like you and her coordinated your outfits to match. Natahsa wore her favourite velvet suit, Kate wore a red one, and Yelena wore a black dress.

You watched Wanda smile and blush as Nat said something toward her in the conversation they were having.

Y/n pov

God, she looks so gorgeous tonight. And with the rings on her hands- I'm definitely falling for her. I feel something rest on my thigh, and my breath hitches. I look down to see Nat's hand resting there. She looks at me, and I smile back as she continues talking to Wanda.

We all finished our food, which luckily Wanda helped us out with. She is the best cook I've ever known. Not being able to take it anymore, I take the plates out into the kitchen, and Nat follows behind me.

"You alright, maylsh? You've been acting strange all evening." I sigh. "Please, Nat, I can't take it anymore!" She cocks her head to the side, confused. I walk down the hall, my hand tight around her wrist. I open our bedroom door, close it, pin her up against it, and smash my lips hastily onto hers.

She chuckles at me. "Oh? So this is what you've been strange for? Couldn't wait another couple of hours, could you?" I shake my head aggressively "Baby you know we can't do it with those three out there. That's my sister!" Almost whining, I beg her to do it quickly. She soon caves at the sight of me.

We kiss for around 5 minutes, and suddenly, I see Wanda standing at our doorway, looking as if she stopped mid scentence. "Oh, sorry, I- um- we didn't know where you were since you weren't in the kitchen. I'll be going now."

She turns around to leave, but I get up and tap her shoulder. She spins around back to me, and the next thing I know, I end up kissing her. I hear Natasha gasp. As I pull away, I see a very red Wanda standing in front of me. I push her onto the bed next to Tasha and close the door.

Just as I sit on the bed, all of us now in our underwear and bras, I hear the familiar Russian accent coming from down the hall. "Where are you guys? If you don't hurry up, I'm going to start the movie without you three!" Natasha laughs as she grabs her suit from off the floor and starts putting it back on. As Natasha goes to leave, I give her a quick kiss on those swollen lips of hers.

Wanda looks at me with something new in her eyes. "How long have you liked me for Wands?" I ask, very curious to know the answer. "Since the first month, we were friends." She looks down sheepishly.

"Oh my poor baby, I'm sorry that I didn't notice it before. But Nat and I have liked you for quite some time, even if she hasn't talked about it, I'm 99% sure she does." She nods, helping me zip up my short dress.

She trails kisses up my neck, and I let out a groan as she sucks on the sweet spot of my neck. "Wanda, we can't right now, Nat is gonna kill us if she misses out on this." She sighs, hugging my waist from behind. "I know, I've just wanted to do that for so long. But now we've gotta act normal for Lena and Kate right?"

I look at her with apologetic eyes through the mirror. "It's okay y/n/n. They'd ask questions otherwise." I nod as I turn around to hug her. I hear my notifications go off.

My one and only 🫶🏻: hey baby. I told them that you felt a bit sick and Wanda is helping you out. Just bc they were asking questions xx

I texted her back with a quick okay and thank you before dragging Wanda out of the bedroom.

When we get to the couch, I see Nat sitting next to Lena, who's cuddling Kate, and a space for Wanda, and I.

1 hour later...

"Bye, guys! Thank you for coming! See you again next month!" You hear Nat shout out as you wake up cuddled into Wanda's side. You look up at her to see her still asleep. It makes you feel all gooey inside like it does when you look at Tasha.

You see the stunning redhead walk back in and you smile at her. "So..." you trail off, waiting for her to say something. "So." She sits back down on the other side of Wanda, cuddling into her other side, giving her forehead a quick kiss before putting her head into a comfortable position. "Earlier was...brilliant." I giggle.

"I've seen the looks you've given her for months. For a while, it hurt, knowing you liked my best friend, but then I realised that you never stopped looking at me like that either. For a while, I thought about what I could do about it, and I decided to just let it go. But then she caught us, and I was (and still am, by the way) desperate, and I knew we both liked her, so I just went for it...and here we are."

She nods gently, with a smile on her face. "Well, detka, if it's okay with you, I'd like Wanda to be our girlfriend?" I stop breathing for a second. "Of course it's okay, Tasha. As long as Wanda is happy, I'm happy." She takes my hand and holds it on top of Wanda's stomach. "Same here y/n/n."

"And here." I hear a croaky voice choke out. As if in sync, Tasha and I both look up at the same time to see Wanda rubbing her eyes with a very wide smile and lots of blush on her face. We both sit up to make Wands more comfortable. I kiss her cheek and Nat does the same. We all laugh uncontrollably.

"So, girlfriends?" We all look at each other with smiles on our faces "Girlfriends."

"That's great but I think you owe Wands and I some sex." Nat rolls her eyes and chuckles, putting us both on either hip and taking us to our room.

Let's just say not a single one of us could walk for a week after that...

[betzabobababi]

Through the Pain

Hey Hey! Before yall complain! You guys asked for this. You asked for Anakin x reader and flangst but I connected to this a bit more so this is what you get. I do not disappoint. I only ever disappoint my mum, NEVER my audience lmao. So I have exams this week and next week as well. I'm already dying but since I'm most likely going to be exhausted in all forms I doubt I'd be able to write after my exams. So I wrote this to help you guys hold out a bit more. This story is dark and angsty.  

The point of this story is sort of to show how abusers and victims feel while abusing or being abused. Reader is being abused by Anakin (read the warnings) When a victim of abuse tries to break free most of the time they are brutally punished. Anakin (abuser) manipulates his victim (reader) into thinking and believing that if she ever tries to leave him she’ll slowly die. If you or someone you know are being abused please reach out! Speak to someone (more information at the end)

Pairings: Anakin x  Fem!Reader

 Type: Dark angst

READ THE WARNINGS!

WARNINGS: Abuse - mentions Mental Physical verbal and emotional abuse- choking-mentions of being pregnant.

Summary: Real life can easily get confused with a fantasy. Especially when that fantasy almost always comes true. When anakin almost goes too far, you say something to stop his rage.

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This was all a dream. Soon, you’d wake up and you would be back in his arms laying on your bed. Wrapped in his warm welcoming embrace. You could practically feel his hands around you…..

Waking up from your fantasy you realize his hands are in fact around. That heat you felt, isnt coming from him, it's radiating from the floor below you. Snapping your eyes wide open, your brain becomes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen now forcing your body to fight against your opponent. 

Throwing your hands on his you dig your nails into his calloused hands. Lowly he says “Stop. Fighting.”  Your eyes begging to be let free. Mouth agape, trying it’s hardest to get air into your now burning lungs. With little to no air your speech was constricted. Trying your best to get a few convincing words out you open your mouth wider. “A-Ani…thi- this isn’t…this isn’t you.” You finally croak out, using most of the remaining air you had.  Eyesight speckled you could barely see him. But you could hear him. He growled lowly. “YOU LIED TO ME! You said you’d always love me, you'd stay by me. You TOLD ME- you told me I had your trust.”  His hands on your throat getting impossibly tighter he brings you over to the edge of the rock. Lifting your body up into the air as if you were something useless and weightless. He began to shake you over the lava. As if he was violently trying to show you that he would do it, he’d drop you. 

Eyes now completely screwed shut, you whimper, begging for air. Begging for a chance to redeem yourself. Your brain scrambling to find a way to convince him to put you down, you scream, “Anakin! I’m with child!” Suddenly the shaking stops. You’re brought onto the flat ground and your neck is released. You fight your body to try and adjust and breathe deep gulps of air. Somehow you survived Anakin's grueling punishment. His punishment was to show you that even though he loved you, his authority (thanks to the dark side) should Never be challenged. He was stronger, smarter, and more hot-tempered than you ever could and would be. 

Sure your relationship with Anakin was a little (more like a lot) toxic, with his constant threats to harm you if you ever tried something. His mental, emotional, verbal, and physical abuse was now something you were used to. But you would never leave. You were forced to accept him into your life and now if you were to be without him you’d cease to exist (meaning if Anakin didn’t kill you the pain of being without him would) He was burned into your mind, your heart, your life. So no matter how painful his punishments were you would never leave him. 

“You’re - We’re going to be parents?” He corrected himself. As he asks his face is expressionless and his voice is emotionless. Slowly you nod, not being able to read the meaning of his reaction. Your husband’s hands quickly go down to your belly. Now realizing he had been violently shaking the soon to be mother, putting both her and his future child at risk, he wraps his arms around you. Murmuring soft “I'm sorry's”. Once he had enveloped you into a hug you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Slowly he brings his hand to your chin and he raises it so you’re looking into his deep yellow eyes. Voice barely higher than a whispers he says, “I love you”

Acting as if his punishments never happened was the best and probably the only way to bring his rage down. So that's exactly what you’d do. This time was no different. Quickly recomposing yourself you let out an airy sigh, wincing as your throat begins to swell. “I love you too.” You respond sincerely. Returning your head back to the position on his neck, Anakin picks you up bridal style and carries you towards his ship. Setting you down in the passenger's seat you slowly doze off. Once you wake up you find yourself resting on your bed, covered in Anakin's warm embrace. You close your eyes once again leaving yourself in your ever growing fantasy.

National Domestic Violence Hotline 800-799-7233 or text START to 88788

National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673

Stop it Now! 1-888-PREVENT

United States Elder Abuse Hotline 1-866-363-4276

National Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-4-A-CHILD (422-4453)

Child Abuse Hotline / Dept of Social Services 1-800-342-3720

Child Abuse National Hotline 1-800-25ABUSE

Children in immediate danger 1-800-THE-LOST

Exploitation of Children 1-800-843-5678

Missing Children Help Center 1-800-872-5437

Family Violence Prevention Center 1-800-313-131

Suicide Hotline 1-800-SUICIDE (784-2433)

1-800-273-TALK (8255)

Suicide Prevention Hotline 1-800-827-7571

[aloneatpeace]

THE SCARLET PHOENIX COSTUMES

First stage

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These pictures are not mine I found it on Pinterest the credits goes to the rightful owner this is outfits that the Scarlet Phoenix