#and now I can swing her around and do squats with her on my shoulders

[wwwildberries]

Shoelaces 🍎⋆｡

young!Caleb x young!F!Reader/MC

Summary : Reader and Caleb went out to play in the park, but at some point, you weren't listening to him when he was warning you about something, causing you to get injured.

[U guys r around 6-9 here. idk up to you, but just keep in mind that the reader and Caleb r still tiny]

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Mentions of blood

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"Grandma! Can Caleb and I go out to the park to play?! We promise not to get lost!" You ran up to her with hope, hoping for her to give in. "Yeah, we won't get anywhere that's too far away from home." Caleb chimed in from behind you with a toothy grin.

She looked down at both of you, taking a moment to think as she put down her cup of tea and the newspaper that she was reading on the coffee table. After seeing the puppy eyes both you and Caleb were giving her, she sighed and nodded in reply. "Alright, alright... promise me that none of you will get hurt, too, though. Caleb, look out for [name] as well."

"Yeah, I will, like always! There's no need to underestimate my awesome protecting skills!" Caleb proudly puffs his chest dramatically with his hands on his hips. Grandma chuckled at his cute anticipation and poked his stomach lightly. "Alright, young man... You two run along now. Go home before dinner time, alright?"

"Yes, grandma!" Both of you said in unison. Both of you grabbed each of your shoes and put them on securely on your feet. After that, both of you said your goodbyes to grandma before walking out of the house.

When you guys arrived, you excitedly gasped while jumping excitedly, pointing at the swings. "Caleb, Caleb! Look! They finally added swings here!" You exclaimed and didn't hesitate for a second to pull him by his hand, guiding him to where the swing was. He giggled along with you as you guys made your way to the swing.

"They added a swing." He corrected you smugly. "You want to go on it first? I'll help you swing on it by pushing you!" He offered since there was only one swing at the park where you guys were playing in.

"Yeah! I'll push you too after I'm done!" You got on the swing with little of Caleb's help.

After a while of going on back and forth on the slides, swings, seesaw, etc, Caleb brought up the idea of playing tag, and of course, you couldn't say no to that! Although, after a few rounds of playing tag together, your shoelaces became undone by itself without you knowing it. Caleb saw your untied shoelaces and tried warning you about it. "[Name]! Your shoelaces—" He yelled as he chased after you, trying to reach for your arm to stop you.

You thought that he was only playing tricks on you just so he could win the game, so you kept running away. "No! I know you're lying, Cale–" You then cut yourself off when you felt something keeping one of your legs still, just as Caleb expected, you accidentally stepped onto your untied shoelaces. your body hitting the ground with a loud 'thud' after you fell.

A wave of worry washes over Caleb's face. He quickly ran towards you to check if you were alright, squatting down next to you, lowering his head to see your face better while wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

"[Name]?.. Are you okay? How bad does it hurt? Do you think that you can still walk back home? Would you want me to carry you instead?" He attacked you with simple questions that are filled with his worried tone. His hand was about to touch your cheek, wanting to wipe the tears away even though there aren't any.

You quickly swatted his hand away and mumbled, "I'm not crying." Before slowly sitting down, checking your knee that has a pretty big scratch after falling and scratching it against the concrete. Your eyes widened at the sight of your knee, panicking when you saw it bleeding.

"C-Caleb! Quickly! Help me clean it!" Your eyes kept darting back and forth from his gaze, then to your knee.

"I-I don't have anything to clean it with!" He stood up and looked around the park, hoping to find something that could help and clean your wound. His eyes landed on a faucet that was attached to the wall near the entrance of the park. Without a second thought, he picked you up, carrying you to the faucet, earning a surprised yelp from you.

Afterward, he puts you on your feet, turning on the faucet. He was supporting your body by pressing your back against his chest. His hand holding one of your wrists and his other hand held your side. "Just put your knee in the water."

"No! It'll hurt—"

"Do you want it cleaned or not?!" He cuts you off while gently pushing you closer to the running water.

"Hmhp..." You winced as you felt the running cold water stinging your wound even more. "Caleb– done! Enough– it stings!" You whined while moving away from the water.

Caleb sighed and gently pulled you away from the running water, reaching out to the faucet to turn it off. "Alright, pips... does it feel better, though?"

"A little..." You respond quietly, shaking your head in case he didn't hear you.

"Let's go back home, yeah? I'll give you a piggyback ride so we get there faster. Come on." He said softly, letting you go to crouch down. He patted his back, silently signaling you to hop on. You hesitated for a few seconds before hopping on, wrapping your arms around his neck lazily and your legs around his waist.

"Alright, cleared for take off, let's gooo!" He grinned as he began to walk at normal speed, not really wanting to make you feel worse because of him by walking with you on his back while speeding. You giggled at his saying and finally relaxed on his back, though you were still in a slight pain.

Caleb walks into the house with you still on his back and stopped when he saw Josephine walking over to you guys with worry in her eyes. "Sweethearts, what happened?!"

"My guess is that she didn't tie her shoelaces tight enough... so it went untied. I warned her about it, but she didn't listen, so she tripped because of it while running." Caleb explained sheepishly.

"Awh.. sit down, you two. I'll clean you up, [Name]." You watched Josephine walk away to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit.

Caleb sat down closely by your side the whole time with an arm around your shoulders, an attempt to make you feel somewhat better. You leaned against his touch as both of you waited for Josephine to come back.

"There.. all better now?" She asked softly as she makes sure that you didn't have any more injuries on your legs.

"Yeah, thank you, Grandma... and Caleb." You gave both of them a sincere and grateful smile. Caleb only smiled back at you and a nod in response.

"You're welcome, [Name]. Next time, listen to Caleb, okay? And be careful whenever you play outside or this might happen again." Josephine warned.

"Yes, Grandma..." You sighed with a nod, signaling her that you understood what she just said.

"Good. I'll go and cook us some food for dinner tonight, and both of you take a shower." She stood up, patting both of you and Caleb's head before walking back to the kitchen.

Caleb unwraps himself from you and begins grinning like an idiot. He stood up from the couch and immediately ran upstairs to his own room, making his way to the bathroom while yelling, "The first person who finished their shower gets to pick what show we're watching after!"

You groaned, slowly catching up, afraid to make your injured leg worse. "Caleb!" You whined in annoyance.

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This took me 3 months to finish cause I lost all of my motivations to make any more fics

Sorry but I hope u guys like it :P

[shannonsketches]

most of my interactions with my niece were like this because for the first ten months or so of her life I was terrified of picking her up so she figured out how to climb me

[sturniqlo]

Motherly Instincts- M.S

summary: mom!y/n has trouble putting the baby back to sleep, dad!matt sees that's she's getting overwhelmed and near the edge of breaking down. BLURB

cw: slight cursing, ANGST; crying, being overwhelmed, postpartum depression, FLUFF; soft kisses, reassurance, comforting

an: i tried my best to not use a name for the baby but i kept getting confused when i used the baby and y/n in a sentence so i chose a random name | lowercase intended | a continuation(?) to spilled water

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"got the baby back to sleep?" matt asked and opened his arms back up for y/n to crawl into him. "mhm." she hums, and snugs herself into his arms. he wraps his arm around her shoulder and she leans her head on his chest. y/n's eyes keep going back and forth between the movie playing on the television in front of them and the baby monitor that sits on the coffee table.

"hey, she's okay, i promise you. i'm sure she's fast asleep by now." he whispers and places a kiss on her forehead. "i know, but what if her swaddles comes undone. or what if it's too tight?" she bites the inside of her cheek, worrying.

matt frowns slightly, for the past couple of weeks, y/n hasn't really been herself. she's more quiet, she gets irritated quickly, she only interacts with the baby when it's necessary "i just- she's so fragile, you know?" is her excuse.

in reality, everything is right. y/n has been trying so hard to create a bond with her baby girl. she's tried so hard but, there's something inside of her- almost like a voice- telling her that she isn't fit to be a mother, that her baby doesn't like her. she sees how matt and his brothers have a bond with her own baby, who she grew for nine months. it gets to her.

y/n always has to excuse herself and cry in the bathroom when she sees her baby crack a smile with someone who isn't her, or when mia isn't fussy when someone is carrying her. there has been multiple occasions where mia doesn't let y/n carry her and she squirms in her arms but, when she's given to matt, she isn't fussy anymore. it breaks y/n's heart.

2:36am

the clock on y/ns nightstand reads. the speakers of the baby monitor begin to fill the room with the wails of baby mia. she mutes the monitor so matt won't wake up. swinging her legs over the bed, she puts her slippers on and walks to the door to leave the room. entering the nursery, the cries only get louder. she goes to the crib and sees that her pacifier had fallen next to her small head.

"hi, baby. mommy's here." she whispers, she carefully picks her up in her arms and grabs the pacifier and tries to put it back in her mouth. mia takes it and y/n sighs in relief. she cradles her for a couple more seconds until she sees the babys face churn in discomfort, the pacifier coming out of her mouth and hitting the floor, cries fill the room again.

"oh no, let's get this cleaned up." she tries to stay calm and squats down to pick up the pacifier. before she heads down she places mia down on the changing table and undos the swaddle. "do you need a diaper change, is that it?" her shaky hands unclip the onesie and starts to take off the diaper.

cleaning her up and changing her into a new diaper, her cries don't stop. y/n feels a lump start to form in her throat and she blinks her tears away. "are you hungry, baby? let's get you a bottle." she puts her back in her arms and grabs the pacifier so she can clean it while she's downstairs.

y/n runs one of her frozen breast milk pouches under warm water and proceeds to pour it into a bottle once it's warm and melted, however with a crying baby in her left arm, and a shaky right hand, the bottle falls on its side and the pouch of milk slips from her grip. "shit." she curses and a tear slips down her face. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." she tells the crying baby in her arm. grabbing a different frozen pouch she manages to pour all of it into the small bottle.

putting the nipple of the bottle into the babys mouth, she refuses and her cries get louder. y/n tries not more time and mia takes it for a couple of seconds and repeats what she previously did with the pacifier. y/n places the bottle down next to the spilled milk and cleans the pacifier before heading back up into the nursery.

she moves side to side patting the baby lightly on the bottom, trying to soothe her to sleep. "i- i don't know what you want." she whispers, looking down at the baby's blue eyes that resembles matt's so much. however, these pair of eyes are sad and leaking tears.

in their shared room, matt flips over and tries to put an arm around y/n. he feels the spot empty and cold, waking up and sitting up he begins to come conscious of his surroundings and hears the cries of his baby. his bare feet meet the cold wooden floor and he heads out the room into the nursery where he sees y/n wiping tears from her eyes and hears the wails of the baby.

"babe, what's going on?" his raspy voice says. y/n looks up and sees matt standing there. "she's- i don't- she won't stop crying, i don't know what she wants. i've- i've tried everything, she won't stop, matt." his heart aches at her quivering voice. "it's okay, let me have her." matt walks closer to his two girls and y/n hands mia to him.

once the baby is in matt's arms, her cries stop. this makes y/n's eyes well up even more. "hey, why don't you go to our room, i'll be there in a sec, okay?" he grabs her jaw and kisses her forehead. "o- okay." she nods. as bad as it sounds, matt wished that she hadn't stopped crying right away in his arms. he saw the way y/n's eyes welled up again. he wished it would've taken him some time to get the baby to calm down.

y/n remembers of the mess downstairs and heads down to the kitchen. wiping both the milk and her tears, she hears matt coming down the stairs and she turns around. "hey, is she- is she asleep?" she says, trying her best to smile. "yeah, here, i'll clean this up." matt grabs the napkins from her and he cleans it up. "is it okay if i go back up?" y/n asks.

"of course, i'll be right up." matt turns around and nods at her. matt waits a couple of minutes before going back upstairs so y/n can have a moment to herself.

"you okay?" matt says as he closes the third bedroom door. y/n places the baby monitor back down on her nightstand after unmuting it and turns around to matt's voice. "am i a good mom?" she blurts out and sits on the edge of the bed. "what? of course you are. you're the best. why do you ask?" he goes to sit next to her. "i feel like i'm not. i mean, mia doesn't even like me. she doesn't let me hold her whenever i just want to. i cant even put her to sleep when she wakes up. i- you put her straight to sleep by just carrying her, i can't do that." she cries into matt.

"y/n, baby, you're the best mom ever." matt says and she shakes her head. "matt, you're not listening to me, i can't- i'm- i'm not good enough. i don't have motherly instincts. i'm- i'm the worst."

matt shakes his head and gently grabs her face in his hands. "baby, believe me when i say this. you are the best mommy for mia. did you change her diaper just now?" he asks and she nods. "did you make her a bottle?" she nods. "did you give her, her pacifier?" she nods again. "did you go to her when you heard her crying?" she nods. "see, you do have motherly instincts, my love. nobody told you what to do, you just did it." he smiles at her. "please, believe me, babe."

"and, it's okay if we can't figure it out right away. we're first time parents, of course it's going to be hard. we're learning." her cries have now turned into sniffles. matt wipes away the last of her tears and kisses her nose, making her giggle lightly.

"feelin' better?" matt murmurs against her hair. they had moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to matt cuddling her, kissing her hair from time to time. "much better. thank you, babe. i- i think i have postpartum depression." she whispers the last part. "oh." he says. "i want to get help, i don't want to feel like this anymore. i want to enjoy these moment with her. she's not going to be this little for so long." she looks up at him.

"you get all the help you need. i'll be with you every step of the way, alright? me and mia will be right next to you." she smiles at his words and he presses a soft kiss to his lips. "thank you." there's a beat of silence until matt speaks. "please don't ever say that she won't be this little for so long. one moment she needs us to change her diaper and next thing you know, i'm walking her down the aisle." y/n gasps. "okay, let's not go that far. she's not even two months old yet."

"you're right."

[moonstruckme]

Hii

I have a knee injury right now and it's really annoying cause I'm a dancer and I can barely walk right now let alone dance and I really wanted a fic if that's okay. So reader (like me) is really annoyed about her injury and Sirius or James (I don't mind which one) help her. Could you also include something about them piggybacking her up the stairs (cause I cannot go up stairs right now without dying in pain)

Thanks in advance sweets

Thanks for requesting lovely, hope you're feeling better!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 481 words

James comes into the living room and catches you red-handed with the broom and dustpan. 

He freezes, setting his hands on his hips and releasing a breathless guffaw. “Good lord, you’re tenacious.” 

“I thought,” you wheedle, “that since you’re working so hard mopping the kitchen, I could sweep in here so it’s easier when you’re ready to do this part.” 

“And I thought,” counters James, crossing the space between you in a few long strides, “that we agreed you’d rest and let me handle it.” He makes up for the snark with a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before pushing you down onto the couch by your hips. “Turn over the broom, angel.” 

You sigh, holding it out for him. “Agreed is a bit of a stretch.” 

“Your knee and I seem to be in agreement.” He stamps another conciliatory kiss on your head, firm and ardent. “I can see on your face that it’s hurting you. Just give it a bit, stop pushing yourself so hard.” 

“As if you get to talk,” you snipe after him as he goes back to the kitchen. He’d pulled a muscle in his shoulder a few weeks ago, and he’d still insisted on carrying all your groceries himself and lifting heavy things down from tall shelves like recovery was some sort of competition. 

James pretends not to hear you. 

You sigh, big and loud and dramatic, and you hear his quiet laughter from the kitchen. 

“Sorry,” he calls. “Suck it up. I never do my fair share of the chores anyway.” 

“Will you at least bring me the laundry to fold?” 

A beat, and you hear him swing open the door to where the dryer has just finished. “Sure,” he agrees. 

A minute later, your boyfriend is pouring a basket of warm laundry over you on the couch. You smile contentedly, bathed in warmth and softness, until the warm clothes on your abdomen remind you of another concern.

“Um, James?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

James sets down the laundry basket, dark brows weaving together bemusedly. “What for?” 

“I have to pee.” 

And the toilet is upstairs.

“Oh.” His expression clears. As much as you sort of wish he would treat this part like a chore, he loves doing this for you. “No worries.” 

He turns around and squats down. Doesn’t even give you the opportunity to hop onto his back, only grabs your thighs and straightens back up with a quiet grunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, adjusting so you’re wrapped more securely around him. 

As James starts up the stairs, he squeezes one of your thighs teasingly in his big hand. “Hope you weren’t holding it on my account. You know you don’t need to apologize for asking for a lift, I don’t mind.” 

“No, I know,” you admit. “I think you may like it a bit too much, actually.” 

Your boyfriend only hums. “Mayhaps.” 

[6okuto-moved]

GOOD WITH KIDS

ushijima, suna, hinata, akaashi, sakusa, kita, atsumu with their kids ^__< reader is never mentioned so u can imagine them as single dads if u'd like 🫶

USHIJIMA’s tall, to say the least. his daughter finds this incredibly beneficial to her every few days. all she has to do is walk up to his spot on the couch and look a little fidgety, biting her bottom lip, for wakatoshi to smile. “is something high up again?” “yeah…the cereal’s on the top shelf again! i didn’t put it there last time though, i swear.” she furrows her brows as her dad stands up to his full height. “well, let’s get it down from there together, then.” he easily pulls her into his arms and she giggles, maneuvering her way to sit on his shoulders with practiced ease. “make sure not to bump your head,” he reminds her, slowly walking to the kitchen. “i won’t!” she carefully holds onto him, and wakatoshi’s glad she hasn’t figured out he’s the one who’s been putting things high up whenever she’s finished with them.

SUNA holds his daughter's hand, his phone with two tickets to the barbie movie open in the hand that's free. they had gotten ready together—rintarou had let her put her cutest pink clips into his hair, and made sure to get a shirt that matched the shade of her dress. he took her to buy a whole outfit for the occasion, from the dress to her bag to her shoes. the pair had taken photos and videos, one currently posted on his story that had her face out of view, but bow in her hair shown off. “can i get the barbie popcorn combo, too?” she asks in line. “yeah, you wanna get a photo with the barbie cut-out after?” “yeah, yeah! she looks so pretty.” rintarou hums and lets her swing their arms back and forth, careful not to hit the people around them. “i think you’re even prettier, though.”

HINATA has always supported his son in decorating and expressing himself, which is why when he wanted to decorate his room, he couldn’t say no, even with his lack of artistic skills. instead, they worked together to fill online shopping carts with different merchandise and furniture and got temporary wallpaper that would fit the bill. a couple of weeks later, and now shoyo finds himself sitting on the ground setting up a new desk, surrounded by boxes and different figures that will hopefully fill the bookshelf they built a few hours earlier. “dad?” “yeah?” “do you think i could get some of your team’s stuff, too?” “my—” shoyo fumbles with the screw in his hand in shock. “like, like your shirt? or something signed by uncle bokuto?” the question could make shoyo cry, he thinks, and he makes a noise of excited agreement. “of course you can! do you want to check my old high school stuff, too?”

AKAASHI’s a fan of thunderstorms. his daughter on the other hand, is not. so he’s made it a little game. they’re sitting together in a blanket fort, legs touching and hands on their lap.she fidgets slightly at the sight of the lightning, but starts to count out loud for the thunder. “one, two, three, four…” keiji joins and they watch each other carefully. at eight, the thunder rumbles the house and his daughter reaches over—not for a hug or comfort, but to try tickling her dad who does the same. she squeals as he reaches for her sides, and keiji laughs as she, maybe a little aggressively, tickles him back. when he picks her up to sit her on his lap, she yells, “no fair! that’s cheating!” between giggles and yelps. in mock indignation, keiji replies, “cheating? i would never do that.” yet stops anyway. his daughter jokingly huffs. “i’m gonna get you next time.”

SAKUSA’s eyes widen as his daughter runs up to him, only to hide behind his legs. instinctively, his hand moves to hold and comfort her as he scans the park for what could have scared her. it’s when two large dogs bark that he spots them playing with each other and the dots click. he turns to squat in front of his daughter, who looks at him with wide eyes and a pout that make his heart clench. “dad,” she says softly. “hm?” “do you think i could play with the dogs? they’re…big.” she sends a pointed look to other kids walking up to the owner and their pets. kiyoomi hums again and gently rubs her shoulder. “ it looks like they’re being nice with the other kids, right? why don’t we go together and ask?” his daughter nods and grabs his hand, and kiyoomi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles before walking over with her.

KITA’s son is adamant that his bed is the comfiest in the house. shinsuke’s happy to hear this, of course, even if he’d have to personally disagree. he’s about to rest in your own bedroom, when his son catches up to him in the hall. “do you wanna try my bed?” shinsuke blinks, processing the question. he laughs a little. “i don’t think i’d fit properly.” “we can both fit!” and before he can object, his son is pulling him into his bedroom and onto the bed that was definitely not made for the two of them to fit. but something tells him that he won’t get out of this easily, so he lets out a breathy laugh before crawling in, leaving space for his son to curl in with him. his back will probably hurt a little when he wakes up, but he pulls the blanket over the both of them anyway with a soft smile on his face.

ATSUMU rolls up his sleeves and pretends to crack his knuckles. “y’ready?” “yeah!” his son says with determination. the carnival game worker counts down, and they both get ready with their basketballs. the grand prize, the largest teddy bear, was locked behind a rigged basketball hoop, but the two of them refused to give up. and apparently atsumu’s mind is on another level right now, honed in as he succeeds with most of his tosses, and gets the last needed shot for that damned bear. “dad! you did it!” his son cheers and excitedly pulls on his arm. “ha! and who said i couldn’t play a sport other than volleyball?” “...no one?” “aw, come on,” atsumu whines, “work with me here!” the both of them are play-fighting when the worker manages to get the bear down and hand it to them. there’s huge grins on both of their faces as they shout a thanks. “can i put it in my room?” “and hide this success? it’s goin’ in the living room.” “you can do that?” “majority of the family says yes, we can do anythin’.”

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[quilly72]

"can you please just take them" you begged as you put forward the pill in your hand.

"why and get headaches for the next week again. These stupid pills you keep wasting your money on never do anything. I mean this is becoming a serious problem.."

You stammered back. Holding back a tear. "I know it's just my only hope... Just take the pill it's the last one I promise"

Sofia rolled her eyes as she grabbed the pill from your hand shooting it back as she made an exaggerated motion for you. "Unnh I think I think ohhh my god it's.... Not doing anything you moron. " See just like I told you I was gonna take the damn pill and now nothing is gonna hapPEN.

She chirped as she bounced in place. Sofia staring around the room as she rubbed her throat. Trying to clear it as she grew uncomfortable. "Your stupid pill isn't settling well I think I'm feeling a bit weird like something's happenINNNNG"

She groaned as her chest bulged forward. Her tits pressing up above her night gown as her thighs trickled out from the bottom. Her toes crinkling into the carpet as you watched her head rise further above yours.

"it's working it's actually working" you shouted.

Sofia was still trying to grasp what was happening. Her skin felt tight and hot. Her clothes shimmying across her body as she tried not to move.

"something wrong you need to get help I think..

"OH. MY. GOOOOD"

Each word punctuated with another spurt. Her chest rising above you as she stared down. Her eyes wide with fear as she grew taller. Sofia leaned an arm out for balance as her nightgown exposed her panties. Her tits bulging up above the hem line as she wobbled.

"I'm too tall this is way too fucking big this was such a STUPID... IDEA

She grew two more times. The straps of her dress fell off as her hips stretched into the fabric. Her panties hugging her tightly as you stepped back admiring your handiwork.

"you... NeEEd to fix THIS" SHE SHAKILY got out before she surged again. Her body tumbled back till it braced against the wall for support. Her back stretching up against the wall as her arms slinked outwards. Her dress no longer covering her stomach as her head rose further up.

I CANT.

Her head thunked the door frame as she stammered forward.

Keep.

Her chin met the top of the door as she rose again

GROWING

Her chest ripped the nightgown open as it fell to the floor. Sofia staring up at the roof as she started to bend in anticipation

this is all your fucking faultyou did this to MEE

Her body groaned as she hit the ceiling. Her panties tore off as she bent forward. Her tits swinging back and forth as she braced again

Taking a step as she surged taller. Her shoulders hitting the roof as she started to squat further and further with each spurt

Each groan filling more of the room as she finally settled. Filling half the room as she cried for help.

"you better fix this I can't even leave the house anymore I mean whataki gonna eat.

You barely paid attention as you ordered more pills.

"well find something for you to eat just hang tight"

[cabotwife]

Omg can you do a modern Johanna mason x reader. One where they are older not in college I don’t really see Johanna going to college she probably went into a trade. But I think she also give off grumpy cottage core lesbian tolerating her wife’s cats and shit but I also get the vibe she would want an protection dog like a Belgian malinois and trains it to bark at men 😘

I love your work and I am so Impressed and happy at how your able to “publish” all your stories quickly but it doesn’t lose quality and is still very well written😍😍😘🥰

thank you for requesting! i'm so glad you love my work:) that makes me extremely happy to hear <3

Domestic Bliss

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: domestic Johanna (so slightly ooc), Johanna gets violently attacked or smth, she despises her wife's newest kitten, not proofread

word count: 1183

a/n: my first attempt at writting domestic fluff, i hope you like it ! (i wrote this at 3 am.)

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you groan groggily as you are brought out of your peaceful sleep by the all too familiar sound of dog barking. “Romo..” you whine out, swatting your hand out as if that’d stop the loud dog.

“c’mon bud, listen to your mama.” as soon as you hear the raspy voice of your wife you kiss the possibility of sleep goodbye.

you push yourself up from where you lay on the couch, Atlas, your cat, somehow managed to sleep through all of Roman’s barking, but the moment you move he’s already in the next room. you stare at the tall brunette as she peels her jacket off of herself, hanging it on the coat rack.

“Jo.” you breathe, watching her with sleepy eyes.

when she turns to face you, you are graced with her beautiful grin. “hey, princess,” she hums, making her way over to you after kicking her boots off.

“what time is it?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes as you swing your legs off the edge of the couch. a yawn takes over you for a moment before you look up to Johanna with doe-like eyes.

your wife can’t help but chuckle at you, “time for you to get to bed, silly girl.. why’re you still up?” she squats down so you two are eye-level.

“was waiting for you..” you pout at her, looping your arms around her neck as you sloppily push your weight on her.

“woah-” Johanna places her hand on your elbow as she has to re-steady herself. “tryna make me fall?” she raises a teasing eyebrow.

you simply shake your head as you push yourself more towards the brunette, leaning your head against the crook of her neck. you feel the chuckle vibrate through her throat as she holds the back of your head. you peel your eyes open when you feel something touching your thigh, you giggle when you see Roman’s head resting on your thigh.

“come on, baby, time for bed.” she says gently, looping her forearms under your thighs as she stands, her muscles flexing as she picks you up.

you whine softly, but don’t protest as she carries you to your shared bedroom. you peer over her shoulder at the sound of the pattering of paws following behind you. you smile as your wife’s dog, who very humorously loves you more but do not mention that to her, follows close behind you two. the 1 year old Belgian Malinois puppy is always near you, he gets anxious and temperamental when you’re not here.

you refuse to loosen your grip on Johanna, even when she’s attempting to lay you in your bed. “baby.” she huffs at the pitiful noise you let out when she peels you off of her, plopping you into the bed. you furrow your eyebrows at her as she begins walking towards your shared closet. she simply shrugs, “i tried to be gentle,” she hums.

you bury your face in your pillow as you wait for your wife to join you in bed. you smile to yourself as you hear the light being switched off and then feel her toss herself onto her side of the bed. turning your head against the pillow, you look over to her. she’s now dressed in a white ribbed wife-pleaser and a pair of cotton shorts, that are probably yours.

she looks over to you, meeting your eyes. she rolls her eyes as she opens her arms for you.

you grin widely as you practically roll yourself into her arms. your legs immediately tangle as she takes you into her arms. you bury your face in her shoulder, your breath fanning against the neckline of her tank-top.

Johanna smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your hair, “goodnight, princess, i love you.” she whispers.

“i love you too, ‘anna.” you mumble against the skin of her shoulder.

you both fall into a comfortable silence before dozing off into sleep.

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by the time Johanna wakes up the next morning, you’re already up and out of bed. the brunette scrunches her eyebrows at your absence before sliding out of the bed.

she makes her way towards the kitchen, but not before tripping over the little white and orange demon that is bouncing from wall to wall in the hallway.

“jesus, Casper.” she groans, sweeping him away from her using her foot. much to her dismay though, Casper attacks again. he lunges at her ankle, causing her to stumble. she practically growls at the cat as she picks him up, as soon as her hands are on him he starts squirming, kicking his feet, and gnawing on her knuckles.

she tosses the cat onto the nearby chair, glaring at him as she finally walks into the kitchen.

her sour mood is immediately erased when she sees you working at the stove, your cook book propped up near you. Roman is curled up at your feet, just waiting to be tripped over. she scowls at the dog, her dog, though he doesn’t seem to know that, or he just simply doesn’t care. she can’t blame him though, you’ve always had a way with animals, they all just love you, almost as much as she does.

she walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder, “hey, baby.” she mumbles, turning her head slightly to press a kiss to your neck.

“g’morning, honey.” you grin cheerfully, turning your head to face her, placing a tender kiss to her lips. “how’d you sleep?” you ask as you turn back to the stove where you were working on making an omelet.

she hums, “good, good.. Atlas was laying in the bed with me when i woke up.” a smile takes over her lips.

“see! i told you, you just have to be patient with them, Jo,” you giggle, flipping your omelet over in the pan.

“mhmm..” she presses gentle kisses to your neck, and you tilt your head automatically to give her more access.

you turn the burner off on the stove, moving your breakfast to a plate, “do you have work today?” you ask as you turn in your wife’s arms, laying your own arms over her shoulders, playing with the short hairs on her neck.

she grins as she shakes her head, “nope, i’m yours all weekend, princess.” she winks.

“oh joy,” you say teasingly as you pat her hip, moving out of her grasp to grab the plate of omelet. you turn to face her again, pushing the plate towards her, “go sit down ‘n eat.”

the brunette furrows her eyebrows at you, “what about you?”

“mine is already made, silly,” i say, motioning towards the living room coffee table where my plate sits, an omelet resting atop of it, and a cat sitting there also. tearing off a piece of the egg. “hey! KJ, no!” you holler, running towards the living room to shoo the gray cat from your food.

you spin back around on your heels to face your wife, scratching your neck as you gaze at her. “whoops.”

[avenging-fandoms]

okay but imagine being pedro's wife/baby mama and staying at home with the kids while he's away filming or at events (like the met gala). and then the house feeling full when he returns. maybe you're in the yard with the kids when he gets home and the kids run up to him all excited to have their daddy back :,)

It had been 10 months of phone calls, FaceTimes and watching Pedro on the tv. Your 4 year old, Eliana and 9 month old, Isaac, were desperately missing their dad and so were you. Taking care of them both was a hassle and a half, but thankfully you weren't alone.

Sarah and Oscar both offered, as well as some of your friends to watch your babies on occasion, and you accepted every time. They made missing Pedro and doing it without him so much easier.

“Ellie, would you like to go outside?” It was 75 outside and the perfect weather to just breathe. You grabbed a blanket and some toys, their waters and your sunglasses. You laid out the blanket and opened the porch umbrella, Eliana grabbing chalk from her toy box and drawing on the stone path.

"Mama, I found a worm!" She squeals and you smile, nodding as you bounce Isaac. She continues to draw and you put on some Raffi on the speaker, singing along to 'Down By The Bay' as Isaac watched you with a smile. "Can I draw in the driveway, Mama?"

"Yes, please do not go near the road my sweet girl."

"Okay Mama!" She grabbed her chalk and dirtied her shirt, setting them down gently and scribbling a picture. You were amazed at how smart and wonderful Ellie was and you loved your children more than anything.

A car honks from down the street rapidly and Eliana looks at you and runs to you, clinging to your side. You smile at the license plate, kissing her head and laughing as you tell her she's okay.

Eliana watches the car pull into the driveway and her face lights up. "Daddy!" She screams and he swings his door open, Eliana moving her little feet as fast as they could into her dad's arms.

Pedro engulfed his daughter in his arms, falling out of his squat to a roll on his back in the lawn as he kissed his daughter's face. "Mi princesa, I missed you so much mí amor."

"I missed you too!" She giggles and you stand up as they sit up. "Mama missed you too." Pedro stood up, a smirk on his face as he held eye contact.

"And I missed Mama." He smiles and wraps his arm tightly around you, right hand on Eliana's head as he kissed you. "My goodness." He breathed and kissed you over and over, slightly dipping you and you laugh.

"I missed you too, Pedro." His eyes fell to Isaac and he wanted to cry. “He missed you the most.”

Pedro started to cry as he took his son in his arms. “He’s so big now.” He cried, and your heart broke. “I missed him getting bigger.”

Pedro’s voice was broken. He sat on the grass and Eliana went over to Pedro, rubbing his back with her head on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“I’m alright, sweetheart. I just missed you guys so much.” You sat on the other side of him and laid your head on his shoulder, which only made him cry harder.

“I’m sorry, Pedro. I sent you a bunch of photos and videos and FaceTimed you so you missed nothing.”

“But I did, Yn. I can’t do this again.” He cried and you looked at him, nodding. “I missed so much with you and my children, I left you with a month old baby and a 4 year old. I’m a bad dad and husband.”

“You work for your family, Pedrito. You are not a bad dad or husband, so knock it off with that.”

Pedro sniffled as he held his son’s head in his hands, rubbing his thumb over his son’s cheek. “He’s so beautiful.”

“He looks just like you, Pedro.” You smile and kiss his cheek. He looks at you and kisses you softly.

“Eeeewwww!” Eliana exclaims and you laugh, grabbing her from behind Pedro and tickling her while giving her kisses and she giggled.

Pedro looked at you playing with Ellie and his eyes welled again. He didn’t want to miss another one of these beautiful memories. He waited his whole life for these moments, and he’ll never let them slip away ever again.

[itsthewritergal]

He kissed me - B.Barnes x reader

Summary - Y/N is upset after a date and Bucky tries to help.

Triggers: Sexual assault/not asking for consent. Kissing. Mention of killing. Angry Bucky .

Bucky wasn’t necessarily going to murder whoever was at the door but the hand wrapped around one of his throwing knives suggested different. It was barely midnight and he had been in bed for a few hours, not sleeping, but in bed. Bucky grumbled to himself as he made his way across his bare apartment to his door, there wasn’t a single person who he wanted to see, listen to or talk to. Not one. Swinging the door open his mind immediately changed. There was only one person he wanted to see, listen to and talk to and it was Y/N. she stood opposite to Bucky with pleading eyes and a gentle sad smile.

“Kiss me” she said, barely giving Bucky time to move out the way before she strode into his apartment. It wasn’t exactly how Bucky had imagined their first kiss of course.

“What?” Bucky asked taking in her entire look, a simple black dress and a little woollen cardigan. It was her first date outfit. He knew that much, he’d seen it enough times

“Kiss me” Y/N repeated

“Doll, use your words. Need you to tell me what’s going on” he said gently gently rubbing his hands along her shoulders and arms.

“Oh my god Bucky do I have to spell it out to you? Kiss me” Y/N said with more force. Ripping herself out of his comforting hold

“I’m not saying no, but can you tell me what happened first and then I will” Bucky said trying to get Y/N to calm down, she was twisting her hair around a finger desperately as though she was trying to force some kind of comfort to her ever growing anxiety. She paced up and down Buckys wooden flooring.

“I’ll go and get Creepy Tom to kiss me if you don’t do it right now” she said stamping her foot desperately on Buckys wooden floor. She knew that Bucky wouldn’t let her go to Creepy Tom, he’d watched Y/N and Bucky too many times through his cracked door and Bucky hated it. Bucky crossed the room immediately and placed one hand on her hips and the other at the side of Y/Ns head. She leaned into his touch. He leaned in a little. But just before he ghosted over her lips he paused

“Is this ok?” He asked gently, letting Y/N lead him, without another word Y/N rose onto her tiptoes to meet his lips.

Bucky immediately pulled her closer, yearning to feel her lips always, but not wanting to over step the mark. Y/N wrapped her arms around Buckys neck pulling him closer and closer. She opened her lips a little and a tiny sob let slip. Bucky pulled away.

“Doll?” Bucky said searching her face, which was slowly beginning to trail tears down her cheeks “oh no no, doll, baby, talk to me. What did I do wrong?” He asked rubbing a thumb across her cheek and wiping away the tears

“It wasn’t you” she said detaching herself from Bucky and pressing herself into the wall behind her. As though she wanted to get away from Bucky, he didn’t like that.

“Can you talk to me?” He asked gently take a small step towards him.

“No, no, no Bucky it doesn’t. I can’t. It won’t” Y/N let out a string of disconnected words which Bucky couldn’t even string together

“One word at a time doll” he said gently squatting down and taking a hand in his “can you do that for me?” He added softly

“,Can’t breath” she huffed as her breathing quickened

“Doll focus on me. You’re safe. Listen to me doll, you’re ok. You’re safe. No one else is here. It is just us. Just your Bucky. You’re safe doll. You’re going to be ok” he said softly, Y/Ns panicked breathing slowed a little

“Sorry” she whispered. Her voice still raspy from the tears. She wiped them away aggressively rubbing her cheeks.

“No apologies, I don’t want them doll. I’m your friend that’s what I’m here for” he said

“I’m sorry” she said once more

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“He didn’t. And I keep. It’s just all wrong” she said starting each sentence for a few words before cutting herself off

“Come on baby, you’ve got this. Just do it slowly”

“He kissed me” she said the words slipping past her lips almost silently.

“That’s normally what people do on dates sweetheart”Bucky said trying to understand what Y/N was trying to say

“No Buck, he kissed me” she said desperately trying to get Bucky to understand what she was trying to say.

“I’m not understanding doll” he said quietly pushing for her to explain further.

“He didn’t ask for my consent to kiss me.” Y/N blurted out quickly.

“He what?!” Bucky said. Louder than he wanted to. But his vision was red.

“I could taste him the whole way home and I didn’t want to. I, I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t want to use you I just didn’t want to remember him anymore” Y/N rambled.

Bucky had to restrain himself from finding that guy and ripping him limb from limb. Watching as the light slowly left his eyes.

“He didn’t ask for your consent?” Y/N shook her head gently “He just kissed you?” She nodded slowly “You didn’t want it and he did it anyway?” Y/N nodded again “I’ll kill him” Bucky was serious. Y/N could tell.

“I’m sorry” Y/N cried

“No doll, don’t you apologise.” He said firmly “I’m sorry he thought that was ok” Bucky said remembering that his focus had to be the girl in front of him and not the asshole he was going to kill.

“I didn’t want him to kiss me” she repeated as she slid down the wall “I didn’t want it” she said

“Oh my doll, I know” Bucky said sitting himself next to her “can I hold you?” He asked gently. Knowing how important it was for him not to overstep. Y/N didn’t reply and just collapsed into his body and sobbed. Heartbreak, gut wrenching sobs.

“I didn’t want it Buck” she cried over and over again. The words becoming more angry and more distraught with each repetition.

Bucky stayed holding her, tight. He kissed her head, after asking of course. And let her cry. He soothed her with his gentle words and soft touches. It wasn’t much but it was enough to stop her sobs.

“Do you want to move to the sofa?” He asked, he could tell she was going to get a bad back if she stayed in the same position any longer.

“I should go home” she said

“No doll, you’re upset I don’t want you to be alone just yet doll” he said softly

“I don’t want to be an issue”

“You never could be. Stay the night?” He suggested knowing he didn’t want her to walk home at this hour, or be alone after the day she’d just had.

“Can’t do that” she said

“Why not doll? I’d love for you to stay the night doll” he added softly

“I can?”

“Sure you can stay, you’re in luck I changed my sheets today!” he said with a wink

“Will you stay with me?” She asked

“No” he said firmly not wanting to over step boundaries.

“No?” She repeated her eyes filling with tears

“Not tonight.” He said not meaning for it to come across as harsh as he had

“But buck I want you to” she said tears gently rolling down her cheeks “please don’t leave” she said quietly

“Ok doll, it’s ok. Take a deep breath for me okay?” Bucky said “I’ll stay with you if you want me to but I can sleep on the floor okay?”

“No. In the bed, buck please. Need you close. Please don’t go” she begged

“Ok doll, I won’t leave you. I promise” Bucky said softly “but let’s get you into bed doll”

[kkeidawrites]

A Cry in the Night

Day 27 of Blacktober

CW: happy feelings, baby fever, then ANGST bring some tissues yall. Be careful with this one.

Screams of agony is heard from inside the once empty and desolate was now filled with a warm home of memories and ready for more to be made.

A bedroom was prepped for sleep, a futon taking up the majority of the room with a kimono laid out on top along with a small kimono placed in the middle.

Walnut colored hands gripped the birthing rope hanging from the ceiling and a body rocked from side to side in pain. Steady but heavy pants leave the lips of the woman giving birth, another scream leaving her lips as she bowed forward to try to relieve some of the pain she felt in her lower body.

Sweat littered her forehead as Y/n groans in pain, her head resting on the rope she held and yelling out to the ceiling, pleading with the gods to help her.

Kanao dabs a damp cloth over her forehead and neck, holding her lower back and whispering encouragement into the woman’s ear.

“Push Y/n-san, you’re doing fine. You can do this.” Y/n yells out again and squats further on her knees.

Kanao and Aoi were more than happy to help Y/n give birth, it was an honor that she had chose them. She trusted them, is what Y/n told them months before and Kanao and Aoi, and Uzui’s wives had been helping her prepare for her birth since.

Aoi is knelt on the floor in front of Y/n to catch the babe and has water and a basin nearby to help clean the baby. She too was giving words of encouragement to Y/n, albeit making sure she was watching the inches of the baby’s breaching.

“You are doing great, Y/n-san! Keeping pushing!” Aoi adjusts her knelt position to come closer to Y/n’s lower body.

Outside of the room, Giyu Tomioka is knelt on the engawa as he waits for the birth to finally be over. It has been eleven hours since his wife had went into labor and a few hours since started pushing. He felt helpless, she was in agony and he couldn’t be in the room to help her.

“Giyu-san,” the former water Hashira looks up from his knees to see Tanjiro sit next to him, a warm smile ever permanent on his face.

“Y/n-san will pull through this…you know she will.” Tanjiro reassures him.

“That’s…not what I am worried about.” Giyu faces forward again with a sad look.

Tomorrow was his 25th birthday and he was scared, the curse of the slayer’s mark weighed heavily upon him and he didn’t want to leave this world without at least knowing what the name of his child would be.

“I turn 25 tomorrow and my child has yet to enter the world…I am afraid, Tanjiro.” Giyu says tightening his fists in the fabric of his hakama.

Tanjiro watched his friend, his fear evident on his brow and reached out with his right hand to rub his shoulder.

“We do not know if the curse will still be in effect, Kanao has been providing you with the blue spiderlily tea, yes? And according to her, your body hasn’t succumbed to the symptoms of the curse.” This doesn’t help Giyu’s nerves settle and Tanjiro hums solemnly.

“The curse said that when you awaken the demon slayer mark you would die before the age of 25, you turn 25 tomorrow maybe it won’t affect you.” He tries and Giyu sighs.

Out of things to say, Tanjiro frowns sadly and places his now immobile left arm into his lap and watched his swinging feet.

“Don’t tell me that fatherhood has got you down so soon, Tomioka.” A new voice speaks up and the two look to their left to see Uzui Tengen and his wives approaching them.

With the wives waving and hugging both, they make their way inside the room to provide assistance if needed while Uzui makes himself comfortable by sitting down next to Giyu. Screams of pain are still heard from outside and Uzui exclaims in delight.

“Oh ho! It sounds like everything is going well! It will be a healthy child that will be born indeed!” The retired Hashira laughs.

“Tengan-san,” Tanjiro tries to call but, Tengan is quick to wrap an arm around Giyu’s shoulder while the still downed Giyu groans.

“I know that tomorrow is your 25th, and I know of your worries, your fear,” Giyu’s eyes are once again downcast and Tengan bumps shoulders with him to get his attention.

“But shouldn’t you take this time to be with the ones you love the most?” Tengan comes closer to him with a grin, both humorous and warm.

As soon as he said that, cries of a newborn is wailing from inside the closed room and the women inside let out joyous exclaims and congratulation. Giyu’s eyes widen in surprise and he could feel his chest tense from the sudden excitement he felt. Tengan sees his expression and helps the man to his feet, gently pushing him to the door.

“Go to them, Tomioka. Be with them for as long as you can.” Tengan encourages him and Tanjiro smiles telling him congratulations.

As the slide door opens, Aoi is there to greet him with a bright smile on her lips. She moves to the side to let him inside and Giyu’s eyes fall on his wife who was now laid on her side, and holding the wailing bundle of blankets in her arms.

Her hair was saturated with sweat, her walnut colored skin ashen and white kimono wrinkled but, the look of joy on her face was nothing in comparison to how she was feeling.

To finally hold her baby in her arms, and finally be able to see what they looked like.

In the background, Kanao and the wives of Tengan are cleaning up the room. Makio and Kanao takes the bloody cloths in her arms, Suma is holding the now lukewarm water basin and Hinatsuru is taking the wrapped up placenta outside.

They all quietly give their congratulations as they leave out and Y/n thanks them all tiredly. Once the door is closed, Giyu is stuck standing by the door, frozen from the view before him.

As the babe calmed in their mother’s arms, Y/n brings them up to her bosom and pulls down her kimono to allow them to suckle away at her breast. They calm and Y/n looks up at her start struck husband by the door.

“Giyu,” she calls and that awakened him to look in her eyes. She smiles at him with tears in her eyes.

“Come here and see, come meet our son.” Giyu felt himself soar in delight and takes careful steps to his new family. Kneeling by her side, Giyu looks down at his newborn son suckling and gasps quietly.

“Y/n,” his words were lost to him, he felt like he couldn’t speak. His son, his strong and warm son was perfect. His skin was a warm colored brown and his hair was a curly version of Giyu’s, a perfect combination of both and Giyu couldn’t be any happier.

“He’s perfect.” Y/n smiles at the man before her and brings him into a loving kiss.

Y/n helps him hold their son in his one arm that he was able to hold onto after the final battle with Muzan. Giyu smiles in content at his son, and couldn’t help but caress the soft skin of his son’s cheek. Bringing his arm up, Giyu kisses his son’s head and inhales the newborn smell his son emits.

“My son, I love you so much.” He whispers.

Much later, Y/n rubs their son’s cheek while he slumbers into a much needed sleep. Their son was now dressed in his first kimono, much bigger than what he was able to fit.

They had moved into their room, comfortable in their futon and warm under the kimono, the two adults chat quietly.

“I do not know what tomorrow will bring,” Y/n begins and looks up at her husband.

“But what I do know is that you, Giyu Tomioka will live on, if you are to parish come the morrow then,” Y/n gulps but stands firm with her next choice of words.

“Our son will know that his father was, and is a great man who saved us all from the demons that tormented this world. Yours and mines blood run through this child and he will be able to pass down your story until he cannot anymore.” Giyu nods at her words but then feels her soft hand lift up his chin to look up at her, her eyes filled with determination but tears evident in the corners.

“We will be here living on.” Y/n brings him close and kisses him, both careful of their son below them.

Giyu savors their kiss with everything in his body and once they part he brings both his wife and son close to his body and they all fall asleep in a quiet peace.

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The next day comes and it was a great day for the birth of Y/n and Tomioka’s child and the Uzui’s decided that they would hold a small gathering for the new addition.

Familiar faces were seen at the event as they interact with everyone, a happy event for all.

However, once noon had come Giyu had started to feel ill and he became bedridden for the rest of the evening. Kanao and Aoi were checking his body and temperature but, once Kanao heard his heart and watched his skin ashen they both gave one another a knowing look.

Their frowns were sunken and sadly they brought the wife and new mother outside of her and Giyu’s room to explain their prognosis.

Y/n’s felt her heart break as Kanao explained to her what was happening to Giyu and tightened her hold on her son who was sleeping.

“There’s nothing more that I can do, Y/n-san I am so sorry, I thought I was helping him.” Kanao bows in apology and Y/n kisses the girl’s forehead. She does the same to Aoi who is full on crying at this point.

“You have done nothing wrong my heart, nothing at all. Will you please, make sure that everyone is sent off home?” Y/n’s lips quiver but she holds steadfast to her emotions.

The two younger girls nod and leaves the mother alone to be with her husband. Kneeling by her husband’s side, Y/n looks down at Giyu whose breathing was choppy and his under eyes sunken. His blue eyes were dimmed and Y/n closed her eyes in pain.

Bringing his hand up to her lips, Y/n kisses his slowly chilling hand and lays his palm on their son’s stomach.

“Giyu, can you hear me?” He breathes out a quiet yes and Y/n shudders slightly. Giyu rubs their son’s stomach with as much strength he had and then holds his wife’s hand.

“We will be okay, my love. You just rest now.” She says and Giyu offers up a smile in her direction.

“I love you.” He rasps and Y/n nods.

“We love you too, my heart. So, so much.” Once she says that, Y/n watches as Giyu slowly closes his eyes and his final breath leaves his lips.

Her tears are instant and Y/n lets out a silent wail as she bows over her husband’s now deceased form. From behind her, Tengan, Sanemi, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenistu are bowing down in mourning for their friend as their respective spouses came inside to comfort Y/n.

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Be sure to like, reblog and comment! Still unwell but, I had some kind of strength to write this.

[southernbelllle]

Crazy Crack fic do not read this

“Nah, brunettes are the way you outta swing.” Reiben said. “I ain’t never seen one I didn’t want to fondle ovah.”

“That’s gross reiben.” Wade said, he avoided eye contact by scribbling the pencil on the parchment.

“What?” Reiben threw his hands behind his head. “I’m just sayin.’  Ain’t no tail to chase out here. Can’t blame a man for havin’ urges.”

Wade glanced up from his writing, shot a confused eyebrow above the other, then looked back down at his paper.

“You can’t tell me you ain’t rubbin’ ya shaft on ya leg a lil’ bit when ya pull ya pants up every morning.” Reiben announced.

“Why did you say that so loudly? Everyone including Cap and Sarg are asleep.” The medic remarked.

“It’s perfectly natural. A man needs his nut. My Grandpa Reiben told me dat.” Reiben spoke in an even louder tone.

“Reiben. Shut up. For real. We go out again in three hours. Mellish is going to blow a gasket if you wake him up with your allelooing.” Wade pointed to the tan man sleeping only a few feet away from them.

“Nah, I think they’d agree.” Reiben searched the room. “Let’s find out why don’t we?”

Wade’s facial muscles all contorted up into one big, confused ball. He began to furiously shake his head at Reiben as he watched in horror as Reiben walked over to the sleeping Jackson.

“Aye bumpkin,” he shook the sleeping man by the shoulder, “Wake the fuck up I gotta ask ya something,”

The sleeping blonde awoke, his eyelids fluttering in complete discombobulation.

“’Ey what the Hell is goin’ awn?” Jackson whined. “I’m tryin ta sleep down here.”

“Yes hick we can tell.” Reiben squatted next to Jackson’s sleeping frame. “Now listen, me and doc are havin’ a lil disagreement ‘ere.” He explained to Jackson, who’s eyes were only seconds away from shutting into a deep sleep once more. “Do you whip ya cream?”

“Do I what my who?”

“Ya know,” Reiben motioned to his crotch. “Do ya shake hands with the milkman every once in a while?”

“Nah mama always milked it from the cow herself. Even when she was pregnant.” Jackson responded.

“Oh my God…” Reiben brought an annoyed hand to his head.

“Yeah and for the cream thing, Ma always whipped that herself too. She’d make it for Pa when they’d watch Hatfield and McCoys after dark.”

Wade, who was far too stunned to speak, looked at Reiben, pointed his pencil at Jackson in disbelief, and threw it to the table in defeat.

“Nah idiot,” Reiben spat. “Do ya ever jerk off?”

Jackson’s already big eyes shot to the size of pie dishes. “Aw naw. I don’t do ‘at kinda thing. It ain’t Christian.”

“Whaddya talkin’ about? It’s natural.” Reiben declared.

“Nah it ain’t. I got caught one time and Pa made me sleep in the barn.”

Wade spoke up, “Do you think,” the comedy tripped his wording up, “do ya think you could tell us that story?” He bit back a chuckle.

“Wull sure.” Jackson sat up, the blankets that were once pulled up to his chin now draped around his lap. “I’s 12 years old, and Ma had given me permission to go out and throw the hog feed ‘round their pin. When I got out ‘ere though, I saw Burt over top of big Bessie just a thrustin’. At the time I didn’t know what Burt was doin’ to ‘er, but he looked like he was winnin.”

Wade and Reiben were completely locked in to such a story.

“It scared the hell outta me, but also woke somn up. I ran inside to the bathroom and looked under the sink. I had taped a picture I drawn of our preacher’s wife and pretended I was doing to her what Burt was doing to Big Bessie. After I had finished choking the chicken for the first time, I stuffed my underwear in the chicken coup so no one would find it.”

“Uh huh then what?” Reiben asked.

“Well Pa found them and called me to the coup. He told me ‘Daniel, when you bring your hand to your private parts, an alarm in Heaven starts ‘a ringin.’ When that alarm goes off erry dead relative ya got flies on down from the kingdom, join hands, and watch ya be naughty to yaself. Then he made me sleep ina barn. I never drillin’ fro oil on myself ever again.”

Wade and Reiben’s mouths hung open.

“Go back to sleep, country boy.” Reiben demanded.

Right as his head hit the pillow, Jackson returned to a deep, REM sleep.

Wade suddenly pipped in,

“Well Reiben, you didn’t get the answer you wanted to you initial question, but now we know why he sleeps so well in the church.”

[marvel-mommies-writing]

"A short leash"

[Agatha Harkness / fem Reader]

"Agness...why is y/n sitting naked on your front lawn?" Wanda asked tentatively.

Agatha gave a hearty laugh and shrugged impishly. She pet your head as you shivered in the late night air of Westview, clad in nothing but your collar, huddled up to her jean clad thigh.

"Oh this? This is just my new puppygirl." She stroked your chin affectionately. Wanda frowning, concerned with the dull, vacant purple gaze in your eyes. "Should really get one of your own they're ALL the rage these days." Agatha said winding your leash over and over her forearm to hold you tighter to her side. "Oh assuming you and Vis swing like that of course." She gave a flap of her hand, a little "pishaw" gesture. "This one's just the most obedient little thing!" She gave a huge, cartoonish wink, then pat her chest to get your attention.

You stared up at your mistress. Head empty but for the will to obey her.

"Can you sit for Wanda?" Agatha asked brightly. "C'mon sit for Wanda!"

Wanda watched you plop onto your knees and sit on your feet. Eagerly awaiting your next command.

"Look at her. She was stressed as a bumble bee all day. Just work work work in her head, now look at her! A few hours with me and she's happy as a clam." Agatha gave another, boisterous laugh and squat down beside you. Wanda's head slowly rotating. Measured concern mixed with interest as she regarded you. Mrs Maximoff watched Agatha tussle your head, and slap your hip and pet you. Calling you a good girl over and over.

"Agnes, I dont want to be prude..." Wanda said finding herself slowly absorbed in your naked curves. "...But my kids live next door. Maybe you should keep your pet inside from now on?"

Agatha looked up from loving on you, her face guilty. Groping your chest and smooching your head as she looked at Wanda.

"Oh sorry neighbor. Didn't mean any harm. Figured the boys were asleep and it'd be okay."

Wanda was busy checking you out and had to wince herself out of staring to continue the conversation. "Mmm." She said affirmatively, smiling thinly and nodding.

Wanda turned and walked back behind her hedge into the house. Agatha's big forced smile straining at her face as she watched Wanda reach her front door, turn back to look at her (Agatha doubled down on the friendly smile and waved) then Wanda went in for the night.

Agatha's cheer slowly melted. Her square shoulders slumping. Her blank face regarded you, curling your hair in her finger. Flicking your name tag on your collar. Winding the last inch of your leash tightly around her hand so she held your face within a few inches of her.

"Never mind that witch, you hear me? You fucking go where I tell you. Inside. Outside. I'll walk you right down Mainstream, right into that little job and fist your wet little pussy right in front of your boss if I want to. You're my little bitch." She slapped your bum and you flinched, and tried to moan but Agatha put a finger to her lips and shushed you harshly with a hissing "Shh! You want to wake the neighbors little girl?" She grinned and grips your chin in her hand and jerks you so you're staring up at her. "You're lucky. One little spell of mine and every worry. Every stress, every complicated thought im the cute little head of yours just pours out of those ears like water. You don't have to act and live like a fucking sitcom character day in and day out. All you have to do is look cute and get fucked." Agatha sighed.

Rising she let a little slack into your leash and yanked it, urging you to follow her.

"Come along. You've looked cute enough for one day." Agatha said with a genuine grin. "Lets put you to your OTHER use."

And with that you obediently followed tour mistresses back into her house. Agatha dissolving her clothes away in a whisp of purple smoke as soon as she closed the door.

[two-white-butterflies]

arms length part three | dark!d. targaryen

Description: Daemon fucks you while your husband watches. Pairing: daemon targaryen/reader and aemond targaryen/reader Warning: Mature 18+ (dark, NON-CON, stockholm syndrome, grooming, gaslighting, voyeurism, choking, if this was in AO3 it would be a 'dead doves don't eat'.) part one | part two

Aemond couldn't remember the last time he was able to see the sun. How long has it been since his capture? His cell doesn't allow any light to seep through - to him, its endless night. Countless seasons thinking about his wife - if you were still alive.

The door to his cell swings open - the scent of smoke and ash permeates through his lungs. "Valītsos," the man opens his mouth and he raises his head slowly. It was Daemon, his benevolent uncle. "Fucker," Aemond spat - earning a scoff from the older man.

"How are you?" he ignored, squatting down to the boy's level. Daemon wasn't entirely cruel - he still made sure that Aemond was sane and clean enough to feel every second of his punishment. "Fuck off," the boy cursed, not mustering enough power to lift his head.

"Me and your wife do a lot of fucking." Daemon teased, casually playing with the silver bracelet on his wrists - he took it from you. Aemond's eye flickers at the sight of light. His eye darkens - and he tries to leap forward to attack him. "Calm down," the older man chuckled - the chains were holding Aemond back.

"If you were to see her - Aemond. I bet you never fucked her that way before." he laughed, beginning to rise. "Qogralbar ao," Aemond mumbled, praying to the Seven that they'd grant him death. "Mayhaps, you'll be allowed to watch next time." he jested, stepping outside of the moldy cell - taking with him all his nephew's hope.

He wraps his arms around you, rubbing small circles on the bottom of your hips. "Why?" you breathed, tears threatening to exit your irises. You could feel his perk teats rubbing against your back, the slow inhale and exhale that prompted his chest to rise and fall. If he was your husband - it would've been a beautiful day. But he was not - hence, it was awful.

"I've wanted you for a long time," he professed - hot breath trailing imaginary lines down your ears. "Wondered what those breasts feels like," he lifted his hand to rub circles on your areola. "- how warm that cunny is," he added - hands trailing down to play with your mound.

"You should be pleased to find reckoning around my arms - when there are others who would have you without dignity." he made it seem like a present - something that you were blessed to have. "You should be lucky for me to still fuck you - even when you are already ruined." he added with a humorous scoff.

He tells you that your body is ruined with your brother's cock, but how many bodies has he ruined? Why does his hand only know how to ruin bodies? Why can he not make them feel whole?

"Will you let me see Aemond?" you turned - swiftly changing the topic. "Soon," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You didn't expect an innocent question to turn grim.

"A-aemond," your lip shuddered, seeing him chained to the chair. "Tis' what you asked, no?" Daemon's lecherous voice floods into your brain, feeling his hand around your breast - and his other pulling your jaw closer for him to press kisses upon.

During your long capture - you found yourself falling in love with Daemon - craving the depravity that he could provide - but not in this way. Not in a way that humiliated you.

"You twist my words," you began, but his hands were already ripping your sheer nightgown. "I choose for you, ñuha riña." he reminded, angling your face so that you couldn't see your husband - even from your periphery. "Now let's give him a show," he smiled, pressing another kiss on your jaw.

Aemond mumbles your name - reaching out to you.

"Va mirre izula," Daemon commanded, nudging you towards the bed.

On all fours.

You laid on the bed - making sure that you were facing the headrest and not the purple eyes of your husband. Daemon's hand trails back and forth in between your folds. "Fine Valyrian stock - we do not have much of these," he mused - eyes narrowing at the sight of Aemond's tears. Oh, he has truly broken the boy. "Kepus," you breath - feeling the wetness pool on the mattress underneath you.

"Patience, līve." he degrades, and Aemond's ears pulsated at his uncle's nickname. Daemon rises to his full height - unbuckling his trousers and feeling his erection press against your ass. The sides of his mouth quirked upwards at your posture - perfect for fucking - with the grace of a seasoned whore, and it only took a few times for you to get used to.

His tip prods against your entrance - he inserts half of the length, moving in and out with vigor. "Ah," you moan, and Aemond's fist clenches at the mere thought of his uncle inside you. He wanted to kill Daemon - to murder him and burn his body - like the man did to Aegon. No mercy, he swore.

"Iā rūklon," he whispered, while thrusting in and out of your hole.

A flower.

"You love me." he added, moving back and forth - eyes shut at the feeling of your walls closing against his cock.

I love him?

"You need me." he repeated.

I need him?

"Stop!" Aemond gained to power to use his voice - struggling against his restraints hard enough to gain your attention. You eyes open, face pivoting towards your husband's body. He has lost weight - there were bags underneath his eyes that explained his weakness. Daemon slaps your rear slowly, telling you to return your attention back to him. "No." he warned, hands wrapping around your hair - forcing you to look back at the headrest.

Your walls clench tightly against him for the second time - he continues thrusting - waiting for you to cum. "Kepus," you whispered - feeling a thick rope of cum shoot out of your pussy. He holds unto your waist - pushing in and out while he begins to reach his peak too.

He makes a mention of your name.

A small grunt exits his mouth while his seed populated your womb.

"You did well," he complimented, removing his cock slowly - that his audience could see the white wetness gathering in between your legs. You move out of the crawling position - settling your body on the mattress, staring at the ceiling while you wiped the sweat off your forehead.

"- but I'm not done yet."

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[lizzieislife94x]

Personal Trainer (e.o)

Lizzie needed a new personal trainer for endgame and you got the job

Lizzie x G!P reader

If you have a request drop me a message I do them right away 😇

Y/ns POV:

"Thats us done for today ladies you all done amazing ill see you next week" I say wiping my face as I finish teaching a group work out I need to take a breather my next client is due any minute I've been working with her for 2 months the one and only Elizabeth Olsen I couldn't believe when I got the job she's hilarious and always so nice and down to earth I'm snapped out of my thoughts as she walks over "good evening y/n" she says with a giggle

"ah miss Olsen good evening can you give me 2 minutes I need to run to the bathroom but I'll be back in no time" I laugh as she slaps my shoulder "omg gross y/n go hurry" she giggles as I go do a quick pee once I'm done I wash my hands and head back out to lizzie doing some stretches, I can't help but Stare at her ass fuck it's so perfect, no y/n snap out of it don't think like a sleazy man your better than that "oh your back I started to do some warm up stretches " she smiles looking at my eyeline fuck she caught me "ok let's get started let's do some warm ups 20 jumping Jack's let's go" I start doing them and lizzie follows my lead as she stands infront of me "9..10..11" I breath out fuck I should have wore tight shorts I can feel my dick swinging like there's no tomorrow "18..19...20" I stop and try to fix myself subtly, I need to change "great work lizzie I need to go change my shorts these are to baggy and annoying me " I lie "you can do some more jumping Jack's till I get back" as I turn to walk away she grabs my wrist "y/n I think you should keep them on I enjoy the view to much" I feel the heat rising to my face has she been checking out my dick, naughty girl "are you sure" I rub my neck and look at the floor

"yep it's one of my favourite parts about coming to train every week" she states with a sly smile "ok Olsen let's do some squats then lunges" after a 30 minute warm up and lots of well noticed attention on my dick I wipe my face and throw lizzie a clean towel "ok boxing gloves let's practice those right hooks " I get into position as lizzie goes to work she's improved a lot "well done lizzie you've came so far those hooks are lethal " I say genuinely proud of how far she's came "ok let's get you on the treadmill for 10 minutes to finish up" we head to the treadmill as she starts her run I sit and watch with my arms crossed fuck her ass bounces just right I feel a twitch in my Shorts no fuck no not here "um lizzie that was great for today ill see you next week I need to go to the bathroom have a great night" I say my goodbye and jog to the bathroom and head into a stall looking down at my dick "seriously dude looking at lizzies perfect ass jiggle and you wake up"

I mumble and hear a giggle from the other side of the door "glad I'm not the only one who looks" fuck its lizzie "shit I'm sorry lizzie" she just giggles "it's OK but can you come out here so I can talk to you and not a door" she says sweetly "I ahhh I can't right now lizzie I have a problem " I sigh leaning my head against the door "y/n you either open the door and come out or I come in" it sounds like she has a smirk I sigh in defeat and open the door as she comes in and locks it instantly looking down at my harden member "fuck" she almost moans out I can't help myself I hold her cheeks and crash my lips against hers pulling her flush against me in a heated kiss after a minute we break apart for air "I wanted to to do that for so long " she confesses running her hands down towards my dick i feel her pushing my shorts and boxers down and moan "if you don't want this just say" she whispers as she leans forward kissing my chest "I want this so fucking bad lizzie " she smirks and wraps her hand around my dick and starts to jack me off slowly "fuck you're so big baby, you're gonna wreck my pussy" she moans making me moan more I start to push her gym leggings down and cup her bare core, oh god she's soaking wet that is almost enough to make me bust "so fucking wet lizzie, is this all for me" I bite my lip and her hand works me faster and I insert my fingers into her dripping core "fuckk y/n all for you, shit that feels amazing"

I pick up my pace fingering her tight cunt, I slide my fingers out and suck them one by one locking eye contact and smirking "bend over princess " I state and she giggles bending over giving me the perfect view of her ass and pussy I get into position behind her and rub my member through her fold teasing her clit gently slapping it "fuck this is finally happening" she moans out as I slide my dick inside her slowly fuck she's so fucking tight and warm and dripping I need to compose myself or I'm gonna nut to quick, I slide in till all 8 inches disappear inside her "oh fuckkkkk y/n please fuck me" she whimpers I grip her hips and start to thrust slowly enjoying the feeling if her wrapped around my cock "mmh fuck so tight and wet lizzie, are you on the pill" I moan as I increase my thrusts snapping my hips back and forth "yes yes yesssss" she screams and I continue to thrust feeling lizzie cum all over my cock, I continue to thrust chasing my own high the sounds of her wet pussy being destroyed by cock is fucking glorious "fuckkk lizzie im" I breath out slamming in one final time shooting my load deep inside her waiting cunt as she cums around my dick again "gonna cum..." I breath out leaning forward kissing her back, I keep inside her for a minute before sliding out smirking at my cum dripping out of her cunt as she whimpers "fuck lizzie that was amazing" I say looking at her and we both giggle "now I think this work out should be added to our weekly work out " she says biting her lip "fuck definitely " i smirk watching her, after a few minutes we leave the bathroom and I walk her to her car "see you next week miss Olsen " I wink and walk back inside

AN: if you want anything message me requests I do them right away 😇word count is 1.3k hope you enjoy feedback welcome good or bad (i hope you guys enjoy these bc its 3am and ive been doing these for hours lmao its a lil more time consuming than i thought having to go over everything to highlight and bold everything that needs to be haha, show them some love please votes ect<3

[dixonsdarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Three

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Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, dixonsdarkelf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, mention of nightmares

Word count: 2k

“Ok, so Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, very pretty name by the way, and Carol. I think I’ve got it,” I said, pointing to each person as I said their name so I could associate names to faces. I followed the group up the steps and out into the sunshine. I took off my glasses and blew some dust off of the inside.

A teenage boy was sitting outside in the grass. He couldn’t have been older than 14, maybe 15, and he was holding an infant. They couldn’t have been more than 6 months old. I had to push the thoughts out of my head of what the mother must have gone through birthing a baby during the literal apocalypse.

“Carl, this is Vector,” Rick said to the boy. I assumed this was his son. I squatted down to Carl’s level. Carol said some things to Rick that I couldn’t make out before walking off.

“So you cut off Aaron’s foot?” he asked me. I chuckled a little and nodded.

“She saved Aaron’s life, and we can’t thank her enough for that,” Rick corrected.

“I’m a trauma surgeon. Probably the best kind of doctor to have around in a situation like this. It was far from my first amputation,” I told him, “and who is this little one?”

“This is my sister, Judith,” he replied. I cocked my head and admired the little baby in his arms. She just stared at me, wide-eyed, before giggling and waving her hands around at who knows what. ”Or Lil’ Ass Kicker, if you’re asking Daryl.”

“Well, she is adorable.” I stood back up and looked over at Rick, holding a hand up over my eyes to block out the sun. “So Rick, you seem like an authority figure in this place. Where do you want me at?”

“Vector, you’re gonna be sharing that house over there with Daryl,” Rick said, pointing to a house that was just out of my line of sight, “there’s plenty of space for two people.” I felt my heart stop for a moment, and my eyes grew wide. I felt my stomach churn at the thought of sharing a space alone with a man I’d barely met. I rubbed my rope scars.

“You want me where?”

“She’s goin’ where?” Daryl asked. The irritation in his voice was heavy. I could only see his shape in my peripheral, but I could feel the distaste for me radiating off of him. I thought I was going to choke on it.

“Daryl, it makes sense to keep her near the infirmary.” Rick retorted.

“I don’t know, is there like, someone who’s…not a man…that I can stay with?” I asked, then immediately recanted my statement, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be picky. Y’all were gracious enough to let me in, and I can’t thank you enough for that.” I looked over at Daryl, “we’ll make it work.”

“I dunno who 'we' is, but I ain’t the one,” he said. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and sauntered away. I watched as he dragged his feet across the ground back to his, well now “our” house.

“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him,” Rick assured. I gave him a hesitant face.

“Are you sure? He seems, I don’t wanna be mean, but a little more than just rough around the edges. Will I be, umm,” I swallowed hard, “safe in there? Y’know, since I’m “tiny.””

“As long as you don’t swing first,” Glenn replied.

“Hey Maggie, you don’t, uh, happen to have a hair tie, do you? I had fashioned one out of gauze and a rubber band, but it broke.”

“Rosita might,” she said, patting me on the shoulder, “c’mon, Glenn and I can show you around and introduce you to everyone.” I gave a small smile and a nod. Her and Glenn started off, and I looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath of fresh air. My brothers and my dad crossed my mind.

“I wish you guys could see this,” I whispered, following after the two of them.

After introductions to everyone, Glenn and Maggie took me over to the infirmary, where I stored the medical supplies I’d been carrying. After giving the remaining astronaut food to Rick to store in case of an emergency or a long journey and emptying it of gauze, bandages, disinfectant, pills, and small medical tools, my pack was much lighter. I still had yet to get my weapons back.

“So is Rick right?” I asked, following the two of them back outside, “about what he said about Daryl? I just get the vibe that he doesn’t like me, and I’ve hardly talked to the man.”

“Daryl’s very…” Maggie turned to Glenn before looking back at me, “protective of the people he cares about. You’re a fresh face. Don’t take anything too personally. And eventually, he’ll really see you as one of us. You’ll be fine.” She turned to look at the house I’d be staying and then back at me. “I’ll go in with you if that would make you more comfortable.” I swallowed and nodded.

She gave Glenn a quick kiss & he walked away before we headed over and up the tiny steps to the front door. It was a cute little grey house with large windows and flowers in the front that I was surprised weren’t dead. I figured gardening wouldn’t be at the top of anyone’s priority list in a time like this. Maggie knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before letting herself in.

“It’s Maggie and Vector!” she called out, letting me past her and closing the door behind us. No response. I unzipped my black combat boots and kicked them off. I let out a sigh of relief as my feet touched the floor, gently lifting each of my feet and pulling my socks off. The floor was ice cold under my feet.

“I’ve never been so excited to be barefoot. You forget about the little things, like being able to walk around without shoes on,” I said. I took a look around at what was in front of me. There was a set of stairs straight ahead, the kitchen off to the right with a small island in it, and a living area to the left with a couch, coffee table, and a chair. To the right of the stairs was a door, which I guessed was either a bathroom or a basement door.

“Well I bet you’re even more excited to get clean,” she said to me, “if this layout is anything like mine, which it looks like it is, I can show you where everything is at.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go,” I replied, following her over to and up the stairs. It felt strange to be walking around without my boots on. Previously, the only times I’d even taken them off were to quickly wash off when I’d find a creek, but that wasn’t very often. She led me to a room on the left and gently pressed the door open. Inside, there was a bed and a dresser with a mirror above it.

“This one’s you,” she told me, “oh, gimme your clothes & I’ll make sure they get washed.” I set my backpack down on the bed and fished my remaining clothes out.

“I would’ve been more than happy with just a chair cushion on the floor in a corner,” I beamed, handing my clothes over to her. I felt bad because they absolutely reeked, but she handled them as if there was no issue. Probably to not make me feel bad, which I appreciated. I left my bag on the bed and followed her back out to a door across the hall.

“This one’s the bathroom, and I'm guessing Daryl’s room is around the corner. Go ahead and enjoy a shower and I’ll see if any of us gals have some clothes you can borrow while yours get cleaned,” she said. I stepped into the small bathroom and turned to her.

“Maggie, I—“ I could hardly get my words out, “thank you for being so nice to me. And taking my clothes, showing me around. And letting me in in the first place. I promise I’ll be a productive member of the community here. I really can’t thank y’all enough.” I didn’t even think, I just grabbed her and gave her a giant hug. I don’t know what compelled me to do it. Maybe it was my lack of genuine human contact up to this point or being overwhelmed with the joy of finding a home. She slipped one arm out and hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as I released her, “I should’ve asked you first.”

“You’re alright. It’s easy to get overwhelmed when you first get here. Don’t worry about it. And you’re welcome,” Maggie replied, “I’ll have the clothes in your room before you’re done.” We nodded to each other before she turned around and headed down and out the front door.

I quickly undressed and left my clothes in a pile that I could easily grab when I was done. I draped a towel across the back of the toilet and did my best to get the water to the right temperature. I almost cried when I first stepped underneath it. The amount of dirt that immediately ran off of me was abhorrent. I probably shampooed my hair 5 times, the product stinging the small wound on the back of my head. But I didn’t care. I was just happy to have clean hair. I was definitely a bit aggressive with the soap.

“Fuck,” I said to myself, turning towards the water and sticking my face under it, “I’ve never been so happy to get soap in my eyes.”

After cleaning every crack and crevice of my body multiple times, I stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying my face first and wrapping myself in it. It felt so soft, like it was my first time touching a bath towel. I took a moment to soak everything in before leaving the bathroom.

“Daryl?” I called out, poking my head out the door ever so slightly. When I didn’t hear a response or any sound of movement, I scuttled across the hallway to my room and quickly shut the door. Once I was in, I saw the clothes that Maggie had set out for me. There was a pair of black denim shorts, a black sports bra, some socks, and a hair tie. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and unable to contain myself anymore, I started sobbing. I covered my mouth with both hands to try to stifle the sounds.

My mom, my dad, Preston, Jay, Eli…they would never get to see Alexandria. I would never get to see their smiling faces, hear their laughs, experience their joy. There wouldn’t be any more reunions when they came home from deployment, no late-night trips to the grocery store, no more interrogations about boys, no father-daughter deep talks when neither of us could sleep. I couldn’t believe that out of everyone in my family, I was the one who made it out and alive. Not the Navy SEALs…me.

Being a surgeon who treated survivors of mass shootings, I was well-educated on survivor’s guilt, but damn, nothing prepares you for having to experience it yourself.

I took a few minutes to cry before drying myself off and throwing on the clothes Maggie left for me. I tied my wet hair up into a bun and tossed my towel on the bed. I took my glasses off and set them on the dresser before collapsing on the bed next to my backpack. I rolled onto my side and continued to cry. It was all I could do. I finally felt safe enough to grieve.

Eventually, sleep came, and with it came the nightmares. But they were different this time.

© message below made by me. Sparkle & 'continue reading' dividers are by @/anitalenia

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

Sydcarmy Masterlist

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Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up. 

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded. 

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed. 

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder. 

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut. 

*

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms. 

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break." 

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look, 

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks. 

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used. 

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace. 

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?" 

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that." 

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly, 

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile, 

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug. 

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject. 

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high. 

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes. 

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely. 

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off, 

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up, 

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down." 

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate. 

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front. 

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked, 

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all. 

*

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated. 

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead. 

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips. 

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