#happy anniversary to the old married couple

[innerxsanctum]

And so let’s hold on to this together we’re safe whatever we do.

Happy 43rd anniversary to Neil and Chris. Thank you for the music, the laughs, and the memories. No one loves PSB more than you two do.

[meowmk]

happy april 29th get u a man that looks at you like mark looks at haechan

[jamiemak0]

i love how the husbands are so gay for each other that they did their yoga hand slap together for 36 years below lukejamie arguing like if they’re the married couple because both ships are so rivals to lovers

[gemstarstarlight]

My parents (I suspect motivated by my father) are on a two-man mission to prove that Paris, and indeed all of Europe, is the City of Love.

[devildomwriter]

The Greatest Gift Of All | Mammon x Reader

1.1K+ words | GN! Reader | Established Marital relationship | CW: none

Mammon was over the moon excited. More excited than he’d ever been before. That’s because this Christmas he got you all to himself. Or at least for the beginning of it, after that, it was off to his brothers’ place and then to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

But he ignored this fact in favor of continuing the day jovially.

He hummed happily as he fiddled with the tree ornaments and smiled to himself as he arranged the gifts he’d gotten you for the umpteenth time.

You mixed the cocoa powder into your drink as you listened to the crinkling of the wrapping paper and Mammon’s tiny grunts as he stretched to reach under the tree for the bows that fell off.

He clicked his tongue and looked at his work as you walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate.

His eyes lit up in delight and he ran over to you, quickly chugging the hot chocolate and setting it aside to hug you.

“Careful, the chocolate,” you squeaked and he laughed and blew into your neck, eliciting more squeals from you as he spun you around and set you down.

You immediately set the hot chocolate down and sighed in relief nothing had spilled. You were astounded how easily Mammon had chugged his down considering the amount of steam that’d come from it, but this was one thing that made it clear he was a demon. Another thing was his wings flapping, proof of his joy as he clung to your side.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he repeated giddily as he kissed your neck again and again.

He held your hand and traced his finger across the golden band on your finger.

This Christmas was extra special because it was your first holiday together as a married couple. Last Christmas Eve you had proposed to him. Today was the anniversary of that proposal and Mammon wanted it to be as special for you today as it had been for him back then.

He lead you to your couch covered in comfortable pillows and Christmas stuffies. He brought you a warm woven blanket as soon as you sat down and he jumped beneath it as soon as you were settled.

In front of you, the fire crackled and you rested your head against his shoulder, his face turned a dark red as if he weren’t used to this already. It was cute how every touch felt like the first time with him, tsunderes really were the best.

He handed you the tv remote and you turned the Christmas music off so you could hear the tv. You skipped through the channels and eventually tuned into a streaming service to find a Christmas movie Mammon hadn’t seen with you yet. He was always so happy to be introduced to a new one.

“What’s that one? What’s that one?” He asked, gripping your hand and pointing at the TV.

“Which one?”

“Go back, go back. No. Right there, yeah!”

“Scrooged?”

“Yeah, the guy with the bad haircut.”

“It’s like a retelling of the Christmas carol,” you giggled remembering what had happened when you’d gone with him and his brothers to see the play.

“Pfft. That was a great play. So what this is like a modern one or somethin?”

“Yeah. You know what this’ll be great for you,” you decided as a big focus of this movie was the downfall of greed.

Mammon’s greed didn’t decrease after marriage. He was more careful with money since he didn’t want to put you in a bad situation but the greed had faltered in him otherwise. If anything it was worse, at least when it came to you.

As the movie began Mammon laughed at the many despicable things the main character got into like shoving an old woman out of a taxi. The insufferability of the character was laughable but Mammon was very invested and somewhat worried he came across the same way.

You patted his head and made sure he knew his greed wasn’t on this level—somehow—as the avatar of greed…

The movie credits rolled, jovial music resounding in the modest home you shared and Mammon damn near had tears in his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That was great…” he said and you snuggled into his side.

Mammon checked the clock, it was only ten. Normally a night like this should be spent partying, most of his brothers were, but they allowed him a rain check so they wouldn’t have to see him kissing you all night.

“Man, I’m not tired at all, let’s watch another movie,” he suggested and you nodded and asked him to grab you some sugar cookies you’d hidden in a jar.

He was munching on one of them when he brought you the entire jar and you playfully rolled your eyes as he snuggled back in for another movie.

After watching the Polar Express which he got weirdly excited for, he checked the clock again and his grin grew half the size of his face.

He turned to you bouncing in excitement and you cocked your head in curiosity, knowing he was up to something.

He chuckled somewhat evilly and dove under the Christmas tree like an excited cat. You snorted and took a secret shot of it before quickly hiding your phone away.

“It’s time!” He declared, lifting a box in the air with a big red bow.

“Oh?” You laughed and he nodded firmly.

“Last year, at this time, you made me the happiest demon in the three worlds! In our vows, I made you the promise I’d always do the same, and I meant it!” He declared and got on one knee in front of you.

“Open it, open it,” he ecstatically urged and you giggled and tore off the paper, heart beating quickly.

You gasped in delight and opened the small velvet boxes.

Matching diamond studded rings. You couldn’t fathom the price of these and looked wide-eyed at Mammon who gave you a triumphant smirk.

“How? How did you-“ you stuttered.

“I saved up! All the way from last Christmas when I tried gettin’ ya the ring first. These are limited edition Devicci rings specifically for couples! Not even Mephistopheles or Diavolo has one of these babies!” He boasted and you set them aside to hug him.

He began blushing profusely and hugged you back with even more force.

“Ya like ‘em?” He asked and you nodded.

“I love them. Because they’re from you,” you responded and he smiled to himself and separated from the hug to look you in the eyes.

“I feel the same way,” he started. “I’ll love anything, as long as it’s from you!”

You sighed in contentment and hugged him again, “You’re the greatest Christmas gift of all my sweet husband.”

[fizziepopangel]

HuskerDust Headcanons (romantic)

Husk says “I love you” first. It’s not a big romantic thing, but to Angel Dust it means the world.

Angel and Husk were both quite affectionate with each other. The two can often be found cuddling in one of their bedrooms. Angel loves being held, but his favorite way for them to cuddle is actually having Husk lay on top of him since he finds the pressure grounding, and he’s found that scratching the cat demon’s back between his wings or scratching behind his ears while he’s tired and comfortable results in purring.

Angel steals Husk's hat every now and again.... Sometimes he steals it solely for the purpose of putting it on Fat Nuggets to take cute pictures of him in it.... While the pictures are adorable, this has resulted in the little pig occasionally taking it upon himself to steal the hell cat's hat, resulting in the man chasing the little creature around the hotel like a madman.

Husk becomes the father figure Fat Nuggets never had and Angel absolutely goes crazy for the relationship between his pet pig and boyfriend.

Although he doesn’t show it often, Husk does sometimes get overwhelmed, causing him to eventually break down in tears. During these episodes, Angel usually holds the grumpy drunk, rubbing his back and humming “Loser Baby” until he’s calmed down enough to talk, or until he’s fallen asleep.

Angel is a sucker for romance. He buys Husk flowers, makes big plans for their anniversary, makes long and mushy posts and posts cutesy pictures on his sinstagram, and goes all out for Husk’s birthday. Husk acts annoyed, but he secretly enjoys the little romantic gestures.

Despite not being the most romantic man, he does randomly grab Angel at random points while they’re together and begin dancing with the man, even humming or singing softly under his breath when Angel points out that there’s no music.

Charlie has so many candid photos of the couple being cute. She’s making a scrapbook for them for their anniversary

After Husk showed him the song, Angel plays “A Sunday Kind of Love" whenever their anniversary lands on a Sunday and makes Husk breakfast in bed as it plays. He calls it their song. 

When Angel can, he does drag shows at one of his favorite clubs in downtown Pride. Husk goes to every one of Angel’s drag shows to watch him perform and despite his usual gruff demeanor, he cheers the loudest when his boyfriend is on stage.

After long, rough shoots in Valentino's studio, Angel usually comes back to the hotel exhausted and sore so he sits at the bar, sipping water and listening to Husk grumble about work until he falls asleep at the bar. Husk usually ends up carrying him to bed despite constantly grumbling about being "too old for this shit".

In the event that they both wanted to get married, both of these men would try to make the perfect plan to propose to the other. 

In an attempt to be romantic, Husk would begrudgingly ask Alastor to help him make a nice Italian dinner and a cake to hide the ring in. He would be an anxious wreck through the whole dinner as Angel ate as he waited for dessert and the discovery of the ring within the cake.

Angel on the other hand would go the cheesier way of dressing Fat Nuggets up in a little tux and tying a ring around his neck with a bow and having him come up to Husk as the two had dessert with a sign that reads “Will you marry my daddy?”

In true romantic comedy fashion, Angel’s proposal pig would get to Husk right as Angel nearly choked on the ring Husk put into the cake. Of course, they would both say yes.

Despite not being the romantic in their relationship, Husk is a bit of a groom-zilla. It’s not really that he cares about flowers or color schemes or any of it, he’d be happy as long as he’s with the man he loves and their an open bar so he lets Angel handle it all for the most part…. But he does think Angel deserves the best and he’d be damned if he didn’t make sure that man’s day didn’t go absolutely perfectly.

Niffty makes Angel’s wedding dress, and although he will deny it, Husk does cry when he sees Angel in it.

Husk doesn't choose the first song they dance to, but he does request later in the night that the song Frank Sinatra’s “I Could Write a Book" be played so he can ask Angel to dance to that.

Husk recites his vows to Anthony, not Angel Dust.

[kaleldobrev]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

A rebloggable Dean Winchester Masterlist for your viewing and reading pleasure. All stories are Dean Winchester x F. Reader unless otherwise stated

Authors Note: Will update this as I post more stories

Come on Tiger (823) | You convince Dean to come to bed

You’re Not Normal (College AU) (556) | The reader and Dean become friends in a weird way

Happy Father’s Day (1.2k) |It’s Father’s Day, and the reader has some news to tell Dean

One Day (1.2k) | The reader and Dean talk about their dream life away from hunting

You Don’t Mean That (Demon!Dean) (2.3k) | Sam and the reader finally find Dean and bring him back to the Bunker. Sam says not to talk to Dean before they cure him, but the reader has other plans.

I Love The Way You… (2.9k) | Dean wants to propose to you but isn’t really sure how, so he asks Sam, Jody, and Donna for help

Nightmare Cure (1.6k) | You struggle with nightmares. So Dean comes up with a way to help you.

Autumn Vibes (1.2k) | Dean creates a new recipe in honor of the fall season.

A Date with Dean: Lucky Strikes (5.8k) | Dean and you go bowling for this weeks date night. But decide to make it a little bit more interesting.

The Comforts of a Winchester (2.2k) | Having a nightmare sucks, but at least you have Dean to comfort you.

I Dream of You (1.7k) | Dean dreams of a life with you, but do you?

Pizza, Beer & Zeppelin IV (1.2k) | Dean is surprised to find out what your ideal first date is; and he’s more than happy to oblige

You Deserve Love (2k) | Sometimes Dean needs reassurance that you love him

A Small Part of You (2.3k) | Although Dean is gone, at least you’ll always have a part of him

I Love Her, That’s Why (2.2k) | Dean thought that he was doing a pretty good job at hiding his feelings for you…until Jack started asking questions.

You Make Me Happy (2.3k) | With you doing what he believes to be an incredibly reckless thing on a hunt, Dean finally realizes how much you really mean to him

Old Man (3.4k) | Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way

Without Hesitation, Yes (2.6k) | After all these years, Dean finally asks you to marry him.

Spitting Image (2.8k) | You think Dean looks like one of your favorite characters. Dean on the other hand…doesn’t see the resemblance.

Come Back Home (4.5k) | After a relationship ending argument that caused you to leave the Bunker, you and Dean haven’t heard from/seen each other in over a year. Are there still sparks between you two? The better question is: Did they ever truly leave in the first place?

Daddy in a Different Way (2.5k) | A simple misunderstanding leads an older woman to believe that you and Jack are together, not you and Dean. But Dean does a “very good job” at clearing things up…But maybe not in the best way.

Pumpkin Muffins (930) | You and Dean decide to try new nicknames for each other

Days Like These (1.4k) | You and Dean decide to spend the day in while it’s raining outside.

Mutual Pining (4.3k) | Dean and you are in love with each other, and it’s obvious to everyone but the two of you

Please Don’t Leave (2k) | Dean’s lucky to have you in his life and honestly doesn’t know what he would ever do without you

New Record (1k) | Dean and you set a new record

Pillow Talk (1.2k) | A common theme of yours and Dean’s pillow talks happen to be about having that white picket fence and apple pie life

Happy Anniversary (Non-Hunters AU) (2k) | You and Dean celebrate your 18-year wedding anniversary

It’s Okay (1.8k) | Dean’s a little jealous that Sam still talks to you and not him

I Finally Get It (2.7k) | Dean thinks he looks like a character from one of your favorite slasher films. You on the other hand…don’t see the resemblance.

Genuinely Happy (506) | You and Dean enjoy a nice car ride together while you admire how genuinely happy he looks

Coming & Going (1.8k) | You want Dean to stay, but will he?

What Are We? (2.1k) | Dean and you do a lot of couple things together but yet…you’re not a couple, and you often wonder why.

Stupidest Person Alive (1.7k) | After a near death experience in which you almost lost Dean, you tell him that you can’t risk losing him again.

The Day Before (743) | Dean comforts you when you get a migraine

Once Mine (Michael!Dean) (1.3k) | Michael thinks him possessing Dean can be a win-win for the both of you

Knew You’d Come Around (Michael!Dean) (1.5k) | Michael’s happy you’ve finally come around

Comfortable? (516) | Falling asleep in Dean’s lap while he’s driving

Would You Like To… (978) | You and Dean have been dating for a few months, and now he’s trying to figure out how to ask you to move into his room

Midnight Confessions (1k) | You and Dean have a “heart-to-heart” conversation on the way to Stanford to pick up Sam

Hauled Up (1.5k) | Sam recruits you to try and convince Dean to stop hauling up in his room

When You’re Ready (1.8k) | A case hits you particularly hard and all you want to do is be alone

Never the Favorite (844) | You finally try and set the record straight

Screw Consciousness (410) | Taking a nap with Dean after a long drive

Things Overheard (2k) | Dean overhears a private conversation between you and Sam

I’ve Got Ya (162) | Dean trying to comfort you after a nightmare

Blush (389) | For the first time in your life, you can say you’ve made Dean Winchester blush

Taste (657) | Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Under Control (2.3k) | Dean keeps reassuring you that he has everything under control in terms of the Mark. But does he really?

Just Right (1.9k) | Dean hates when you’re sick. Not only can he not kiss his best girl without the possibility of getting sick himself. But you also can’t make one of his favorite things to start off his day: his morning coffee.

Not the Same (Endverse AU) (4.7k) | Part One | Part Two

Coffee Kisses (3.3k) | Part One | Part Two

Old Man / Age Gap Universe

Shiny New Toy (Demon!Dean)

Supernatural: Purgatory Masterlist | 3/? parts done

My Hero Masterlist | ¾ parts done

Dean dressing up as a cowboy for a case and using Old West style pick-up lines

Introducing Dean to phone apps

Going to karaoke night with Dean at a bar

Pretending to be married to Dean for a case

Eating Halloween candy with Dean

Being one of the only witches Dean can stand

Getting Dean the perfect birthday present

Dean still worrying about you even though you’ve broken up

Dean still answering your calls even though you’ve broken up

Finding out you’re Dean’s soulmate from Apocalypse World Michael

Wanted Posters (Incorrect Quotes)

Dating Dean Poem/Moodboard

[blackmoonowl]

can you do a sfw alphabet for the synth detective please? 😼🙏

SFW Alphabet - Nick Valentine

Fallout 4 x reader

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

‪‪❤︎‬ Nick Valentine prefers to keep things classy when it comes to affection. He's not all over you, but he enjoys having at least some form of contact with you. The synth likes showing you off, his beautiful partner.

‪‪❤︎‬ Usually it's a hand on your lower back, holding your hand or linking arms together. Sometimes he'll press his cold synthetic lips against your temple for good measure, if you'll allow it.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

‪‪❤︎‬ You're not just his best friend, you're a fellow detective now. He loves having you with him whilst he investigates. The two of you have each others back. It makes the miserable wasteland and circumstances a little better.

‪‪❤︎‬ It likely starts shortly after you saved him from vault 114. He's interested as to why someone would come to save a old robot detective. Nick quickly becomes invested in your story, in who you are. After that it happens quick, you become someone to rely on, someone to help him bring justice to the Commonwealth.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

‪‪❤︎‬ Not an absolute need for him, if you don't want to cuddle then that's okay for him too. He doesn't really feel anything, but he'd still enjoy cuddling you, purely due to the knowledge you're comfortable and close with him.

‪‪❤︎‬ Valentine prefers laying on his back with you beside hm, your arm across his torso. He can hold you close whilst reading or doing something else whilst you rest.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

‪‪❤︎‬ Nick Valentine would love to settle down with you in Diamond city, as close as a pre war life as he can get. You both have a job and a cozy little home to return to. It's perfect in a way rarely found in the wasteland.

‪‪❤︎‬ He can cook okay. He doesn't eat, so he usually doesn't bother, but you wouldn't die eating his cooking. Decent at cleaning as well, he keeps his space tidy and always organizes his things so he knows where to find them.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

❤︎ Nick would put it bluntly, but wouldn't be rude. He's disappointed things didn't work out, but he'd like to avoid drama as much as possible. Maybe the two of you could still be friends, but this clearly doesn't work.

❤︎ Handles the break up okay. He doesn't like it, he's not happy, but he can live with it. Nick doesn't have any ill will towards you, but he does feel let down. He also prefers some distance for the time being.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞(𝐞) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

❤︎ Nick would like to have a committed relationship. He's old fashioned like that, marriage is definitely his end goal. After all, the two of you can just have a small ceremony in Diamond city and go home married.

❤︎ Doesn't rush into it, takes his time. It also depends on how quickly you want to get married. He'd like to at least wait a couple months before he pops the question, but he takes your wishes into consideration as well. If it were up to him, he'll get on one knee during your one year anniversary,

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

❤︎ Physically gentle. Nick really doesn't want to cause you any pain or discomfort, and the last thing he needs is more damage done to his body. He prefers always being gentle when it comes to touch.

❤︎ Emotionally he sometimes likes to mess around a bit with sarcastic comments. He knows your boundaries and won't cross them, but that won't stop a smartass comment slipping out every now and then.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

❤︎ Nick Valentine likes hug a decent amount, he's not the worlds biggest fan of them, but in moderation he appreciates them. Once again he doesn't feel anything, but he still enjoys holding you close to him.

❤︎ One of his arms goes around your back, planting the hand on your lower back, the other hand cradles the back of your head as he holds you close to him.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

❤︎ Not immediately. Nick really wants to mean it when he says it. The first time it comes out of him is during a love filled confession, your hand in his. When the time is right and he's certain on how he feels towards you.

❤︎ After that he says it in passing moments. When he kisses your temple before he leaves on a case, when he comes back after solving one. The moment doesn't really matter to him as much as assuring you that you're the one for him.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

❤︎ Nick isn't that jealous. He gets annoyed when people hit on you, but it's not really because he feels threatened. If you love him, you'll shut it down. If you don't, he knows he's not your priority. Last thing he wants is to come off as overbearing.

❤︎ When he does get jealous, he'll step in with a cynical remark to whoever irritated him, linking his arm with yours. Or he'll make sure to subtly emphasize the fact he's your partner.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

❤︎ Nick Valentine has a preference to kiss you on the temple or cheek. It's something he does whilst he walks past you, busy with one thing or another.

❤︎ As for where he likes to be kissed, he likes you kissing him on the lips. Soft, quick pecks are a quick way to put a smile on the old synths face,

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (How are they around children?)

❤︎ He's fond of children. He can't bring himself to dislike the little rascals. You can easily leave him alone with any kids and he'll take on a responsible role. As long as they're not scared of the way he looks, he can easily keep them in line.

❤︎ The detective is a robot and can't have any kids of his own, but he would be a pretty good stepdad, if not slightly strict. He's someone your kid can rely on no matter what.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (How are mornings spent with them?)

❤︎ Valentine is usually the one waking you up in the morning. Since he doesn't sleep, he's usually the one getting things ready while you sleep in. It's not uncommon for him to have breakfast ready for you when you get up.

❤︎ He usually gives you some time to wake up before he starts talking about any possible work the two of you need to get done today. The synth understands you need more time to be fully there.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (How are nights spent with them?)

❤︎ Nick joins you in your nightly routine despite not needing to. He'll sit with you during dinner, lean on the wall talking to you as you wash yourself and brush your teeth. He likes seeing you do mundane things, it never gets old for him.

❤︎ Usually the two of you spend some time alone, either in your bed or sitting on an old couch. Sometimes it's you playing on your pipboy while he works on his cases, or you simply talk to each other until you drift off.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

❤︎ Nick doesn't open up to you immediately. He doesn't see why he should drop his entire life story on some random vault dweller he's helping. Your plate is full, he doesn't need to add to it with his own problems.

❤︎ But when he sees how willing you are to help him out, he'll ask for your help. He needs peace of mind, he needs Eddie Winters gone before he can move on. The moment you agree to help,

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How easily angered are they?)

❤︎ Nick is decently patient. He doesn't just flip out and let his anger get the best of him. Although he'll let you know when he's upset, he tries to put it calmly the first time around.

❤︎ If he's really pissed, expect far more cynical and sarcastic comments from him. Best to let him cool off and then talk about what happened like adults.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

❤︎ Nick is a bit forgetful, but he is pretty perceptive to what you say. I mean he's a detective, so he naturally picks up on the small things. He'll make sure to remember every important thing you tell him.

❤︎ Sometimes he writes it down, his desk has a small stack of notes with your favorite foods, drinks, your favorite spot to go in the Commonwealth and things you said you still needed.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

❤︎ Nick could honestly call all your outings his favorites and not be lying. He loves spending time with you no matter the circumstance.

❤︎ But if he really had to pick one, he'll pick a date the two of you went on in Diamond city. It wasn't anything big, you just headed to the Dugout inn so you could get a few drinks and enjoy the atmosphere. Seeing you so relaxed and having fun is his all time favorite.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

❤︎ Nick knows you can hold your own, and he's not overbearing by any means. He'd still keep an eye out for your own safety. He'll use his connections to keep an ear out to make sure no one has it out for you, and he's joined you to save your hide a few times.

❤︎ You have pulled some risky stunts to help Nick out. If the synth had the ability to, he would have had a heart attack a long time ago given your antics. He prefers you just verbally protect him from anti synth crap.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐫𝐲 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

❤︎ He loves taking you out on dates, it's the perfect way to unwind for him. there aren't much date spots to take you out to, but he'll find fun wherever he can find. He'll also do his best with every day tasks, keeping everything clean whilst you're asleep.

❤︎ This man has a special place in his non existent heart for anniversaries. Every year he makes sure to plan something nice for the two of you to do. At least one time an evening got derailed to a surprise murder mystery case.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

❤︎ Really forgetful, like I said before. His memory is limited and it's not uncommon for him to forget things you told him, or events the two of you went through together. He feels bad about it, but it's not something he can help.

❤︎ Gets a bit too invested in his cases sometimes. He'll sometimes spend days mulling over a case, completely frustrated over something he seems to be missing that he doesn't have much time for you.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

❤︎ The guy is practically falling apart, and it's the end of the world outside. Good looks and appearing fancy aren't exactly his main concerns. His suit has been patched up a few times and his synthetic skin is somewhat filthy.

❤︎ That being said it's not like he's a total slob. He still tries to make himself look presentable to you. Just don't expect prince charming, he's still just an old synth.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

❤︎ Valentine can hold his own pretty well. That being sad, he would be a lot less content without you in his presence. You made his mundane life so much brighter, you made him realize he was his own person, after all.

❤︎ Sometimes he does things from his old routine, finding himself by your bedside, only to remember that you're no longer occupying it. Or he buys an extra bowl of noodles, forgetting that you're no longer there to join Ellie in eating them.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚 (A random headcanon for them.)

❤︎ Sometimes talks to you about the pre war world. He didn't experience it himself, but he still holds the memories. Sometimes he'll ask about certain things from the original Nick's memory, it bring him a sense of comfort.

❤︎ For a second one, if you have technological skills, he'd trust you to help with maintenance of his body. Sometimes it's just an excuse to have you close to him, though.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

❤︎ He wouldn't tolerate a nasty attitude or cruelty towards others. The wasteland is a miserable enough place as is, and you really aren't helping. He'll give you a few warnings before he becomes completely fed up with you.

❤︎ Predjudice, especially if you're in the Brotherhood. If you have a hatred towards synths and ghouls, then what is he to you? It leaves a hypothetical bad taste in his mouth.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

❤︎ Nick doesn't sleep, instead he tries to get work done whilst you're off snoozing. He likes working on cases and searching files whilst he's in the room with you. Having you close to him feels comforting and he can keep an eye out for any danger.

❤︎ Sometimes he sits in bed with you, letting you wrap your arms around his synthetic body whilst he reads or simply watches you. He'll brush the hair out of your face, rub your shoulder or place his arm around you.

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is This?: Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N talks about how she met James Barnes and how she found herself in the modern world. Follow on from this fic.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

"I'm sorry, what was that? Wife? You two are married?" Sam asked, looking between Bucky and Y/N.

"Indeed we are, aren't we darling?"

Y/N looked at Bucky first with a smile then with dead eyes. "I'm still pissed with you," Sam couldn't place her accent. It was a strange combination of Brooklyn, southern and English.

"Babydoll," Bucky sighed, as his wife got up from the couch and walked to the kitchenette.

"No. Don't you babydoll, me. I had two officers with a telegram in their hand as they flat out told me you had fallen off a train in the Alps of all places, whilst you were on some stupid mission with Steve, they never went looking for you, they simply declared you were missing and you were most likely dead."

Bucky's face falls, realising how much she had missed him after he fell off the train. After he had escaped to Bucharest, his memories came back in flashes - her face had always been there front and centre. He never had the time to sit Steve down and ask him about the gorgeous girl in his memories. It had taken another trip to the Smithsonian Institution - and that's when he saw her further into the exhibition, her arms in both Bucky and Steve's as she looked up at him in awe. Bucky and Y/N were married on January 15, 1941 - four weeks after Bucky signed up.

He gets up also, leaving the blanket which once covered them in a ball on the couch. "Sweetheart," he said softly.

"They told me on our fucking anniversary as well!" The tears couldn't be held back as they started rolling down her cheeks.

"It may be late, but happy anniversary," Bucky says, which gets a watery sob out of Y/N - who returns the sentiment.

Sam walks around the couple and into the kitchenette. "How long have you two now been married then?"

They looked at each other. "If you don't count the time we were separated, three years."

"And if you do?" Sharon asks.

"Eighty-three."

"Seems like I owe you a lot of anniversary presents. And birthdays, and Christmas..." Bucky trails off. "Seeming like I'll always be in debt to you, doll."

She shakes her head, "I have you here now. That's the only present I need."

"So how did you two meet?" Sam asks.

August 3rd, 1922

It was the first day at Brooklyn Heights Elementary School. Winnifred Barnes held her eldest son's hand as she took him to school.

Little James Barnes was terrified, it would be his first full day away from his ma, he didn't know anyone and he had a strong feeling like he wanted to cry (his father George had firmly told him men don't cry).

The mother and son duo were stood in front of a little peg, which had his name stuck to it, he was in between someone called Steve and someone called Y/N (the little girl had already taken her coat off - which her mother was hanging up for her, as she dug through her backpack on the floor).

"Y/N what have I told you about sitting on the floor like that?" Y/N's mother said, cupping her hands underneath her armpits and sat her on her knees.

"I can't find my crayons, mama!" Y/N exclaimed, looking up at her mama.

James looked down into his backpack and saw the small pack of crayons his father had brought back home one night. "We can share mine," he tells the little girl on the floor, sitting down next to her.

She looked at him with a big smile. Even at four years old, he couldn't help but think she was the prettiest girl in the world.

"That's how you got your girl? Crayons when you were four?" Sam asks.

"No, I had always known she was beautiful, but it took me a long time to persuade her for a date."

Y/N looked at her husband with a singular raised eyebrow. "You went from girl to girl with no consideration of their feelings. I didn't want to be put on the same list."

"Not a chance, since we locked eyes on that cold floor in elementary school, I have always been yours."

January 15, 1940

"Please, doll," Bucky nearly begged, as Y/N made her way around the counter at the local diner where she currently works. "Just one date."

"No, James, you can't ask me just because you don't have a date for the night."

Bucky sighed, he loved how she was the only one (apart from his ma when he annoyed her) who still called him James. "But, doll."

"And what have I told you about calling me doll?"

"I could take you to Coney Island," which was shut down saying that was his and Steve's 'place to hang out without her'. Bucky denied it, saying that it wasn't right that he and Steve spent time together without her. "What about the movies?"

"The three of us have already seen everything at the movies right now."

Bucky looked at the ceiling, as he fiddled with his ice cream float. "You don't want to go to Coney Island, we've seen everything at the movies and you don't want to go to a diner..."

He heard someone make a passing comment that the river in that park upstate had frozen over and was perfect for. "Ice skating! That's it, I'll take you ice skating!"

Y/N looked over at him, "Will it shut you up?" He nodded. "Fine, you can take me ice skating."

Bucky let out a loud cheer. "I promise you, you won't regret it, babydoll."

Bucky leaned over pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran out of the diner - he missed Y/N rubbing her cheek with a growing smile on her face.

"You were smitten with me?"

"Since day one, babydoll."

They shared a kiss when the door was pushed open by someone who looked like he had a homemade costume Steve used to wear. "What the hell?"

"Alright, that's it. Your time is up. Tell me where Zemo is," someone came storming in, dressed like Steve, shield in one hand as he pointed at the other people in the room. Y/N looked from Bucky to Sam to Sharon and then back to Bucky.

"We know you're hiding him," his sidekick added, crossing his arms.

The Captain America wannabe ordered them to turn over Zemo, which Y/N countered with a comment about the Captain America wannabe running his mouth.

"How did I miss you?" He flirts.

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, then looked up at Bucky (who whispered into her ear that they were trying to get the shield back). "Give me a second," She puts on a look on her face and makes her way over to the Captain America wannabe. "Oh my God, is that the shield?" She could see him preen at her words. "Can I have a look at it?"

Stupidly, he hands her the shield, Y/N looks it over, and then up at him. "Thanks," and makes her way back to Bucky.

"What are you doing with my shield?"

"I think you mean, my shield. Considering that it technically belongs to me."

Captain America wannabe looked at her confused, what the hell was she talking about? "Who even are you?"

"Who am I? He doesn't know, James!" Y/N looked up at Bucky.  "He doesn't know!" The couple laughed. "I'm Y/N, Steve's half-sister, and this muppet's wife."

"Wait, so how did you end up 80 years in the future?" Sam asks as the trio settles in for the night.

"Howard wanted to make another Super Soldier after the war after Steve had 'died'," she puts quotes around died, then turns her head to look at Bucky. "Yes, I know what happened to Howard and Maria," Bucky's face fell - she knew what he had done as the Winter Soldier(the war crimes he had committed had been plastered all over the news during his trial). 

Sam looked between Bucky and Y/N as he asked. "What happened? I presume you volunteered."

She nods her head. "I did. But, something went wrong. They gave me the serum, and I remember collapsing to the floor and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the year 2019, Steve's face over the top of mine, tears in his eyes, saying he was so happy to see me."

"Steve knew you were alive?" Bucky asked, looking at his wife in surprise. There were about two weeks between the Battle of Earth and Steve went back to the past. 

"I don't remember much from when I woke up, because I was falling in and out of sleep, for a long time." She says, looking up at the ceiling.

[evilphrog]

Happy anniversary to Magnus and Abigail, world’s more adorable and least angsty couple. Congrats on being each others number one loudest fan for eleven years. I wish them and their fifteen adopted teenage children all the happiness in the world.

Also, she’s a princess, and this world seems to have the concept of political marriage. I would assume they’ve been married since they came of age, or very shortly after. Meaning they have to be in their early thirties at the most. They probably aren’t even old enough to be biological parents to this age group. Are Caviliers measured in Olympian years?

[bidisasterevankinard]

fuck it friday

I was tageg by lovely @quintessenceofdust88 thank ylu love <3333

here's yeat another one shot I think I will post tomorrow (for me)(i'm sorry triplets. I'm trully sorry):

“Sal, Gina, I’m serious, it's our second six month anniversary. And it’s Evan’s birthday. Last time all I did was take Evan to a romantic dinner on his birthday to the restaurant that I thought he might enjoy. Yet, the food was not just that he didn’t like, but it sent him into anaphylactic shock,” Tommy sends angry eyes to the laughing married duo. 

“Stop laughing! And that's not all! For our anniversary I got him the tickets to the game he doesn’t enjoy at all!,” Gina falls on the floor laughing over his misery. “Guys, please. I came here for help. I fucked up with the presents twice already. And I have no idea what Evan might need or like. I looked for football tickets, but they all sold out for the rest of the season.”

Tommy turns to his best friend who looks at him laughing on the floor wide with the softest face Tommy’s ever seen Sal have.

“What did you give Gina on your six month anniversary?”

“New photo camera, good orgasm and a kid,” Sal shrugs with a self-satisfied smirk. “She threw her tests in my head a month after that night.”

Gine gets up and sits on Sal’s lap, facing Tommy.

“That’s true. One of the best presents,” she kisses Sal.

“It’s not really helpful,” Tommy pouts, crossing his hand over his chest. “It’s not like I can knock up Evan.”

The idea sounds too appealing to try though. Maybe later he will think more about it. In his own bed. Maybe even with Evan with him in it

“Why not,” Gina looks at him with a smirk and Tommy wants to remind her about the biology, but the woman is quicker to continue, “men’s womb is just deeper into them. You need to try harder. You think I was the one to carry twins? Nuh. It was Sal.”

The couple is smirking and giggling together and Tommy asks himself why he is still friends with them. 

The door opens and two hurricanes are attacking him with hugs, sticking to him as if he has super glue all over him.

“Uncle Tommy, uncle Tommy, uncle Tommy,” two twin girls smiling at him, hugging closer to his neck from two sides and Tommy nods to himself, remembering now why he is still friends with the couple. 

They make the best god-daughters. 

“Hi, uncle T,” his oldest god-daughter, Sofia, hugs his neck from behind and he’s so happy she still in her sixteen years thinks he's cool enough to hang up with him sometimes.

“Finally my favorite girls are home,” he kisses all their cheeks, giggling with Alessia and Arrianna. “Sof, I need your help because your old people are the worst at relationship advice.”

Tommy and Sofia ignore Gina’s “I’m three years younger than you, Kinard!”, they just smirk at each other.

Np tagging @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @mmso-notlikethat @diazsdimples @powersuitup @evansbuck-ley @epiphainie @lavenderleahy @leashybebes @laundryandtaxesworld @loucifersbitch @midsummersmorn @monsterrae1 @aringofsalt @agentpeggycartering @actuallyitsellie @devirnis @desert--moonchild @hyperfocusthusly @queerbuck @wikiangela @weewookinard @beanarie @bewilderedbuckley @pirrusstuff

@racerchix21 @ravipanikking and anyone who wants to

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags on this one @heartstringsduet @whatsintheboxmh @annoyingcloudearthquake @ladytessa74 @everlastingday @thisbuildinghasfeelings @henrygrass @iboatedhere & @alrightbuckaroo 💕

This Infinite Love | T, 32k - Three years after adopting TK’s little brother, the Strand Reyes family has settled into a happy life. But when Jonah gets sick and is devastated to miss his big class Christmas party, his extended family rallies together to throw him a holiday party he’ll never forget. Join Carlos, TK & Jonah as they celebrate the holidays, reflect on the life they’ve built as a family and navigate some big life decisions along the way. Read if you’re in the mood for: found family, Jonah, Tarlos as dads, chaotic six year old, angsty introspection, family that’s not just the picture that comes in the frame, Carlos passing on Gabriel’s memory, TK passing on Gwyn’s memory, Tarlos navigating fatherhood together and constantly choosing each other, holiday traditions, illicit donuts, Tarlos being sweet and adorable

You Give Me Fever… | E, 2.5k - TK’s plans for a sexy night celebrating their six month anniversary are derailed when he accidentally puts Carlos in an awkward position… 🌶️ Read if you’re in the mood for: crack fic, sex gone wrong, early boyfriends era Tarlos

Chain of Fools | E, 4k - Carlos and TK try handcuffs in the bedroom and they end up in an awkward position. Now with accompanying (nsfw) artwork by @whatsintheboxmh! Read if you’re in the mood for: crack fic, hot but funny sex, Tarlos being stupid together

Tu Corazón Es Mío (Your Heart Is Mine) | G, 2k - Three years after their wedding, Tarlos visits NYC and shares a moment of reflection on the same pier TK sat on the night after his overdose, thinking his life was over. With his husband by his side, TK takes a moment to reflect on his past and look to his future. Read if you’re in the mood for: angsty introspection, soft married Tarlos

All The Stars Are Closer | E, 12k - The Catan Crew heads to Galveston for Tarlos’s beach bachelor party and everyone’s letting loose, especially Carlos. But when a drunk Carlos disappears and the gang splits up to find him, TK worries about his ability to be a good husband. Surrounded by the love and support of his friends, he finds he’s stronger than he knows. Read if you’re in the mood for: screwball comedy, found family, soft desperately in love Tarlos

Préndelo (Turn it On) | E, 2k - During a hook up in the Camaro, Carlos goes after what he’s always wanted while TK continues to deny what he really wants. Read if you’re in the mood for: Camaro sex, quippy Tarlos, teasing Tarlos, hookup era, TK honking the Camaro’s horn with his ass

Static on the Wire | G, 2k - Marjan & Joe host Catan night, the crew surprises Paul with a promo party, TK fills Marj in on couples counseling and gets some reassurance from his best friend. Read if you’re in the mood for: Marjan & TK bestieism, sage advice from Marj, found family antics

That's The Way To My Heart | G, 4k - Tarlos babysits four-year-old Charlie Ryder. While TK is preoccupied with her care, Carlos makes sure TK is cared for too. Read if you’re in the mood for: Tarlos dads feel, chaotic four year old

Muñekita (baby doll) | T, 2k - When a song comes on the Camaro’s stereo, TK is all too excited to enthusiastically dance and sing along, and Carlos is all too excited to tease his husband about it. Read if you’re in the mood for: Tarlos husbands era, Reyes family, Tarlos being sweet, teasing Carlos

The Wonder of It | E, 30k - My collab with @carlos-in-glasses & @ladytessa74 wherein we explore how Carlos might reach a place where he reevaluates his feelings about becoming a father. In my chapter Carlos surprises TK with a trip to a Canadian mountain resort for his 31st birthday where he comes to some realizations about the vastness of nature and unpredictability of this one beautiful life. Read if you’re in the mood for: Angsty introspection, soft married sex, vacation vibes, comedy, found family, insight into Carlos’s thoughts upon potentially becoming a dad.

Love Of My Life …Pain In My Ass! | M, 2k - TK gets an impulse ass tattoo and Carlos has a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. Inspired by this rewatch poll. Read if you’re in the mood for: crack fic, Carlos having a meltdown, TK being a little shit, Paul rolling his eyes, Mateo being adorable

love in a series of bursts & inches | G, 35k - Marjan & TK friendship fic!!! Tarlos is preparing to host Marjan and her parents for a celebratory dinner at the loft, where Marjan’s parents will be meeting Joe for the first time. Over the night before and morning of the dinner, both TK and Marjan reflect on the past four years in Austin, and the time they’ve spent together building a bond as found family. Beautiful accompanying artwork by @whatsintheboxmh Read if you’re in the mood for: found family vibes, TK backstory, Marjan backstory, Carlos and Marjan bonding over their similar but different childhoods, Lou Two riding a Roomba while “Ridin’ Dirty” plays

I say a prayer with every heartbeat | G, 526 - The night after TK's confession at the police precinct, Carlos sits on the edge of his bed and thinks about the world he'd seen in those green eyes. Read if you’re in the mood for: angsty introspection, hookup era Tarlos, poetry

Tagging: @tellmegoodbye @laelipoo @ironheartwriter @literateowl @carlossreaders @paperstorm @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @orchidscript @the-126-family @bonheur-cafe @firstprince-history-huh @hereghostslive @eclectic-sassycoweyes @emsprovisions @captain-gillian @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @basilsunrise @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @sapphic--kiwi @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @tinyluminaryzombie @kiwichaeng @guardian-angle22 @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @never-blooms @decafdino @certifiedflower @irispurpurea and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[stringlessau]

IT'S STRINGLESS' 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY (+ early concept art compilation)

Posting this dumbass little video to start off the day since we have a lot of little gifts for our awesome community today.

One of those things is something i've been wanting to do for a very long while: posting a lot of the original concept art for stringless (since ive always enjoyed seeing other people's early concepts) some of these i have posted massively before, some are completely unseen, so it'll be fun

This one is the page that started it all, his design is at the same time largely unchanged and also completely different

All i have to say is that it originally said (regarding spamton and swatch) "they bicker like an old married couple" but then i thought about it and i changed it so theyre literally just married

Didnt mean to make swatchton, made it anyway lmfao

Right after that, i got working on neo designs, I wanted to make him really scary looking, the original concept was to make him look skeletal and generally for him to look insane and like he had been reanimated from the dead, but a lot of people had told me over time that they didn't really like the design, I was very defensive over it but I ended up taking criticism and i actually really like the new neo, it balances the uncanniness of the original design with the sleekness of my new art

Payton was a natural next step, without someone to sell the thorn ring there'd be no neo, so although his design visually stayed almost the same, he went through a lot of color revisions (thanks mostly to @maskedalterego, who helped me to nail his final color palette), he suggested the gloves, and helped me to balance the saturation of the design since really I've never had a good eye for color.

His final design, color wise, was just me experimenting using the colors of my sona at the time on him, which I was hesitant to do but was so happy with the palette that I kept it.

It's interesting that he was originally intended to be the pink addison (since he sells one of the snowgrave required rings), and the reason he ended up being the blue addison was corey beepington (and the eviction notice short which I have taken one too many concepts from), this still influenced me to make his outfit pink initially, which still is a huge part of his character design

That exact same night, I created concept art for Raster (weirdly, I was sure I created them before Payton, but it might be because I was generally uninterested in Payton earlier on), their design is also largely unchanged, I just got better with shapes and color, I also ended up changing their cheek markings after seeing some swatchton fanchild art by ne0nbandit

A first until now, the first concepts for payton neo were made on paper

I took very long on this design, and I only updated it every few weeks to make tweaks because I felt the concept was too good but my execution didnt make it justice

I'm very proud of how the design looks now, as of the latest neo redesigns, I feel I could finally make this idea justice

Swatch's design went through some last minute changes, I wanted to use this color palette for swatch to contrast with spamton, but decided against it, then i changed their hair to be longer, to make their Stringless design distinct from their regular Deltarune design

Historically, these two are pretty important, the first pieces of art I ever made featuring Rakhin's old design, when he wasn't part of stringless and I was just befriending rope (he made me Payton fanart first, fell in love with his style), the contrast is beautiful

Now to finish this post, here's some unseen Snowgrave route art I made over the time Stringless has been in development, they're all pretty quick sketches, but i love them nonetheless

Thanks everyone for the insane reception this AU has gotten, I haven't been feeling very good this whole year for a huge amount of reasons I can't get into, but Stringless and its community always helps me to remember why I do the things I do

Thanks for everyone's comments and everyone's kindness, thanks especially to @theropeaaa , for being the literal other half of this AU, without whom I couldn't have ever done the Stringless pages, @maskedalterego for helping me and listening to my ramblings since the start, @scamp-boxx for being this AU's biggest hype man (the first ever comment on the first spamton concept art was by them, and they helped me nail so much of the snowgrave route), @boykisserwoah and @weirdohno , for also being here from the start and making an absolutely insane amount of fanart oh my god, @gutamajunk , for motivating me to create Raster, and writing several story outlines on the first days of stringless that were the foundation for the pages, and diaryous milch and rory, our friends that have helped with character designs, story ideas, voice acting and have generally been instrumental to what stringless is today

THANKS EVERYONE <3

-Nick

[babydollmarauders]

2 YEARS — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: SUMMER EDITION

notes: i originally planned this to be longer, but i have a headache the size of alaska and i wanted this to be out before midnight

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 happy 2 years to my best friend in the world (sorry trevor)

to the boy who made me wait so that he could change his hat before our date, the one who suffers through my camera shoved in his face (both in the rink and out), the one who let me drive a total of three times before telling me i should never legally be allowed behind a wheel and has never let me drive him again, the one who let me teach him taylor swift songs “so if the media ever asks again”, the one who once drunkenly told me that i have the greatest boobs he’s ever seen… and also that he’s seen a lot of them (thank you so much for that)

happy anniversary. you have exceeded any expectations i had of what love is. thank you for choosing to love me 2 years ago, i love you to pluto <3

p.s. sorry i didn’t get you a proper present yet, but i hope i’ve made it up by making you look like a loving boyfriend on the internet

tagged jackhughes

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jackhughes i love you so much, my sweet girl. happy 2 years, dove. thank you for making my life better ❤️

jackhughes i AM a loving boyfriend

y/ndevils00 yeah, and now i made you LOOK like one. you’re welcome 🤍

trevorzegras i’ll let it slide because you guys are too adorable. happy anniversary to my favorite couple!

y/ndevils00 i thought your favorite couple was ryan reynolds and blake lively?

trevorzegras they’re my favorite MARRIED couple, god y/n, keep up

user95 happy anniversary to y/n and jack!!

dawson1417 best friend has been with her bf for 2 years 🤯 haps annivers!

y/ndevils00 thank you best friend!! 🤍

john.marino97 was that last part even english?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 leave baby alone, he’s trying!

dawson1417 yeah John, leave baby alone!

john.marino97 happy anniversary guys! favorite couple! definitely better than dawson and ryleigh

y/ndevils00 i feel like you’re jealous… do you need to go sit in the calm down corner?

john.marino97 yeah, i’m lonely

y/ndevils00 i know you are, honey. it’s okay 🤍

njdevils happy anniversary to our favorite devils couple!!

y/ndevils00 thank you summer media intern!! please don’t steal my job.

njdevils i wouldn’t dream of it -summer media intern

nicohischier he’s always wearing a hat

y/ndevils00 well actually i had to make him wear the one on the boat, i didn’t want the sun to burn his pretty face

nicohischier thank you for keeping his face safe, that’s obviously the most important aspect

user12 FAVE COUPLE IS 2 YEARS OLD TODAY

dougieham happy anniversary to y/n and her boyfriend that i met once! i don’t remember his name though 🤔

y/ndevils00 thanks ham sammich! see you next month, ginger snap!

[senawashere]

Love me like you do..

A/n: This is for @ohtobeleah 's Galentines day! And also my first fic for Tgm fandom🥳

3,7 K words.

Summary: A valentine's day night with Bradley.

Warnings: !!SMUT!!,MINORS DONT INTERACT.

Dividers from @saradika

You met Bradley 4 years ago on Valentine's Day.

Unexpectedly.

Valentines days were always hard on you,growing up with no actual love and getting not enough love with significant others and more… So you basically hated it.

But all you know is when you see him in the dairy and meat section of the mall store with that stupid wool sweater and his perfectly coiffed hair and you fall in love with him.

And look, for God's sake, he was thinking the same thing.

After talking about which milk tastes better and the best ways to cook beef, you exchanged numbers and promised to talk.

You remember your first date very well.

It was in March and he took you to dinner to an old but sweet restaurant. That night you understood what true love feels like.

And so it went. Flash forward to 4 years later.

In the first year of your marriage (and on the 4th anniversary of the day you met), you would celebrate Valentine's Day at home.

Bradley unfortunately had to go to work that morning, but that was good news for your little plan.

In the morning, you went to the market for the meal you will make in the evening, then to the lingerie shop for a surprise, and finally to the market for a few basic needs at home.

The sound of the oven's timer going out reminded you that you got distracted again, moving away from the mirror where you were wearing the pretty pink lace underwear, getting ready to be returned, hoping your husband Bradley will be home early.

You return to the kitchen to get the roast meatballs out of the oven you made and put your outfit together, pulling on a flowy pink dress that covers your lingerie set perfectly. You took the time to touch up your hair and makeup perfectly, making sure you looked good.

Getting beautiful for Bradley was so much fun and rewarding for you. The look on his face was always worth it when he saw you wearing perfect makeup and your body covered in beautiful fabrics that fit your curves perfectly.

When you regained your attention, you analyzed and plated the meatballs and homemade sauce with mash potatoes and creamy pasta, pouring in two glasses of red wine. They were placed on the dinner table until they looked perfect.

You weren't too fussy about such events, but you really wanted to make everything perfect for your first Valentine's Day as a married couple. As you put the last garnishes on your pasta, you heard the front door unlock and a smile immediately appeared on your face.

You resist the excitement rising in your chest and wait for Bradley to join you to present him with the meal you're so proud of.

He's getting closer, you're counting your steps.

You wait expectantly until he appears at the door with a smile after looking you up and down, holding a floral bouquet of red,white and pink roses.

“Happy Valentine's Day, baby,” Bradley greets you, extending the bouquet to the side and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love,” you replied. “I love you.”

"I love you too, baby. You look stunning," he says, pulling away from you to get a better look and the flowers appear on the table to reveal yourself.

“Please turn around a bit, let me see you honey,” he added. You turned around holding his hand.

His eyes rake yours, taking in all your beauty. You see his eyes behind you still looking down, you realize he's very clearly staring at your hips.

"Is it the way you want to see it?" you teased and he looked into your eyes again, walking over and pulling you close.

“I definitely like what I see, now come so I can hold you forever,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing. You lose yourself in his warm presence and sway side to side with him, enjoying the feeling of being safe and protected by him in the little bubble that can exist within the two of you right now.

He muttered , softening his protests at separation, "I need to put these beautiful roses you bought for me in some water. Why don't you set the table while I do that?"

He rolls his eyes but knows he has to.

“Oh baby, did you make me our favorite meal?” he shouted from the dining room.

“Mhm, of course,” you added with a wink. After placing the roses in a vase filled with water, you walked over and sat across from him.

Dinner was looking delicious,candles were so pretty,you both were happy and hungry.

Bradley took a little piece from the pasta and moaned dramatically around the fork. “Mmh damn, it tastes great,” he complimented.

“Calm down buddy, save your moans for later,” you said with a wink and a laugh. You both ate, enjoying each other's company. Even when you were done eating, you stood there looking at your husband with silly little smiles on your face.

“Thank you again for dinner, baby,it was awesome.” Bradley said, taking your hand and planting a kiss.

"Of course I wanted this night to be special. I love you so much," you say, caressing his knuckles with your thumb.

"I love you so much too." He replies, looking into your eyes for a moment longer,

"Come on, let me clean this up and we can finish and go to our bedroom."

"Oh Lieutenant Bradshaw, are you trying to get me into bed? I'm an absolute disgrace!" You can't even get the words out without bursting into laughter.

“Very funny y/n, help me get the dishes to the sink so we can finish faster,” he says and you help him, realizing that you can’t get him to bed fast enough.

"Let's think about washing these later," he said as his arms went around your waist. "I think it is a great idea," you whisper into his neck.

He turns in your arms and places a big kiss on each of your cheeks and hands. “Okay, ı think it's enough,” he said, his grip on you is strong as he liberated you from bridal style to bed freedom, unable to stop himself from parting small kisses all over your face. Immediately he started desperately tearing off your clothes as he wanted you, naked look right then and there.

Even though he has seen you naked quite often and many times in a non-sexual context, your body has always been and will always be a masterpiece for him every time he gets the chance to glimpse at you.

"Relax, we have all the time in the world, let's slow down and enjoy this moment," Bradley said, holding his hands over his body. "It's Valentine's Day, I don't want to rush things. I don't just want to have sex quickly, I want to make love with you for hours tonight, okay?"

You melted right there when you heard those words in his raspy voice. It made you feel so loved and cared for, but it also made you even wetter than you already were. You started to feel uncomfortable because you could feel that the underwear you were wearing before was now sticking to you. You wanted to immediately take off the underwear that was more than just getting wet between your legs.

The fire that had already started inside you was now burning wildly with the desire to let this man have you the way he wanted. He took his hands in yours, smaller than his, and placed them gently around your waist, hoping to convey that you wanted him to be gentle and loving, too.

He pulled you closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head, knowing exactly what you meant. You are grateful that the love shared between you can be communicated without words, knowing exactly what the other means without having to guess.

Bradley slowly peels off your dress and throws it at the end of the bed. He gasped when he saw the pale pink and lacy lingerie you wore for him. His lips parted and his eyes widened as if he saw the most beautiful work of art, he looked at you for a moment. Seeing your face light up just from looking at your body made you feel so sexy and desired.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful baby. I can't believe you're all mine,” Bradley said.

Under his gaze, you felt the most confident you had ever felt. He places his hands back on your lace-covered waist and slides them up your sides, then back down, exploring the bow holding it together in the back. He touches you like you're a fragile masterpiece that he can't believe he's allowed to touch.

You both loved the feel of lace and satin under his fingers, and he moved his hands up and down your body for a few minutes. You let him in until you started to get so frustrated, the lace between your walls was soaked and you felt a little uncomfortable from the wetness.

You ask him to pull the lace out of you by moving your hands to the straps and giving him both ends. His fingers gently pulled at the ends of the bow to open you like a gift, watching as they fell to your sides. Now the only thing holding the dress together are the thin straps.

He hooked his fingers into them and carefully pulled them down your arms, making sure to leave soft kisses behind the straps. Once the straps were removed, your underwear fell to the floor, leaving you naked with Bradley's prying eyes.

The urge to see your husband naked has hit you hard now, so you try to take off his clothes as well, this time taking the time to notice how the fabrics feel under your fingertips and tracing your hands over the curves and lines of his body.

Now you are both completely naked and exploring each other's soft bodies with your hands, smiling at each other. You are drunk with love, drunk with wine.

"Have I told you I love you today?" Bradley asked.

“Hmm, maybe a few times,” you replied.

“But it's okay because I love you too. I love you so much. More than anything in the world.”

"In the whole world, huh? I love you more than anything in the entire universe," he protested.

You climbed into bed and cuddled up together, pressing your naked bodies together as you both giggled.

“You really mean the world to me and this relationship means a lot to me.”

"I couldn't get along better. I appreciate this relationship and you so much, you are truly the best thing that could have happened to me." you said, looking at him with love in your eyes. You lean in to kiss him gently, but soon your kiss becomes deeper and more passionate the longer it lasts.

Within seconds, your tongue is in his mouth and his hand on your waist is pulling you closer. If he had his way, you would have merged into one being at this point. And you definitely wouldn't mind being in his arms forever.

His hand reaches down to rub your hips, his thumb pressing into the space above the bone and his fingers gripping the fleshy part that meets your hip. He pushes himself into your touch and his knee finds its way between your legs, moving higher. His leg rubs against your sensitive thighs as you open your legs for him.

When his knee finally reaches its destination, he pulls you closer and you grind your pussy along his thigh. You stare at him hopelessly, fully seated on his leg. All your increased arousal suddenly rushes between your legs and you instinctively start moving your hips to give you some relief.

“Oh, baby, you want to make yourself feel good?” Bradley asks, pressing a kiss to your nose. You mumble to him.

Wanting to return the favor, you brought your hand up to where he rested on your thigh and circled your palm around him, giving him slow gentle tugs to see him harden in your hand. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he lets out a breathy sigh when your fingers play with his tip.

"I think that's enough, how about we take things one step further huh?" Bradley asks, laying you on your back and climbing on top, pushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. ‘’Because ı cant wait any longer baby’’

"Hm, what happened to 'I don't want to rush things' and 'I want to make love to you all night'? Where are they now that you tried so hard?" You ask. He plays with your nipple to watch you squirm a little.

"I want to make love to you. I just want to make love to you right now," he said, his finger slowly moving inside your pussy as he spoke. “I don't want to wait any longer, darling,” he pushed his last knuckle almost all the way in. “I want you now,” he finishes with the final thrust of his finger, now fully inside you.

He curls his finger so you can feel him caressing your G-spot, and you whimper because you want more of him to go a bit faster.

It soothes your satisfaction by adding another finger and your whole body starts to feel warm and tingly.

It's not just the added sensation of his fingers, but the warmth between the two of you that makes you feel like you're burning in the best way possible.

It's the look in his eyes that tells you how much he needs you right now.

It’s the way he kisses your body so softly and sweetly.

It's the way his other hand caresses your cheek.

He makes you feel like you're the most important person in the world when he's around you.

Overwhelmed with these thoughts, your breathing becomes shallower as his fingers speed up.

He leans in and kisses you gently, whispering against your lips to "breathe" and "calm down." You try to listen to him and take a deep breath, which is somewhat hindered by the increasing pleasure with your constant tantric breathing.

Bradley's kisses travel down your neck, leaving small hickeys, and across your chest to your nipples.

He circles one of your nipples as his tongue slowly sucks into your mouth as his lips form a seal.

He moves further down, leaving a trail of kisses, eventually coming to where he gives your clit a soft kiss for the first time, kissing it as if he's showing his respect.

He slides in and out of you, his fingers still wet with your wetness, as he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, making small licks from the tip of his tongue to your clit.

You just want to let out a sigh but what actually comes out is more of a cry.

You don't bother caring though, feeling safe enough to make all kinds of weird noises in front of your husband. You know he would never judge you for something like that. In Fact he loves it.

Bradley's tongue gets a little rougher this time and he closes his lips around the clit between each lick. It feels so good that you already see the stars.

You open your eyes and see that he is already looking at you, his eyes half closed, as if it gives him pleasure to see you like this. He makes eye contact and you don't dare break it, you love how good the closeness feels.The hand that wasn't stimulating your pussy reaches up your body to reach the hand that's currently gripping the white sheets beneath your sweaty body.

His fingers interlock with yours and you squeeze tightly because you don't want him to let go again. Your other hand grabs his hair and you pull him deeper.

He moans at the feeling and you can feel it going through him.

His fingers and tongue take you higher, squeezing your eyes shut, tensing your legs and hips, and involuntarily moving your thighs closer to him, sort of signaling him to go faster and not to stop.

Bradley's thumb hovers over your knuckles, a calm and comforting gesture among his other mind-blowing movements.

He slows down and gives your clit one last meaningful kiss, then undresses himself and crawls towards you.

“Hi,” he said with a grin, the lower part of his face glistening with your wetness mixed with his own saliva.

“Hi,” you reply with a breathy smile.

You lift your head and purse your lips, silently asking for a kiss. He laughs and gives it to you.

First a quick, gentle kiss on your lips, then a deeper, more passionate, slow and deliberate kiss. Bradley kisses you with all the love in him, communicating with you through his lips and tongue embracing yours.

He lifts your leg up to his broad shoulders for better access, then slowly pushes himself inside you so you can feel every moment.

Both of your mouths open against each other, unable to believe how good this feels and how beautiful this moment is with the love of your life inside you.

He fits himself completely inside you and waits there for a few breaths, giving you both time to compose yourself before your body asks you to roll your hips against his, signaling that you want more now.

Bradley thrusts as slowly as he thrusts, pulling out until just the tip is still inside, then presses his hips down to fill you once more.

A breathy moan falls from your lips and you are left staring at his lips.

Your hands cup his upper back and pull his body towards you, holding him as close as possible as you wrap your legs around him.

Your hips thrust deep into his cock with each thrust. You feel so overwhelmed by the sensations that you have to close your eyes to focus on breathing. One of Bradley's hands came up and caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away a tear you didn't even know you were crying from pleasure.

When you opened your eyes, you saw that the tears did not come from you, but fell from Bradley's eyes and onto his cheek. He cups your face in his hand and you can see the passion and focus on his face. (Hey, there needs to be a little drama in everything.)

Tears begin to flow from your own eyes when you see how emotional he gets from making love to you. You start to cry a little, not in a sad way, but in a way that the feeling is so overwhelming that it has to find a way out of you somehow.

You can feel how close you're getting, and he can tell you're holding back because you don't quite want to let go of this moment yet.

“Okay baby, it's okay,just let it go.” he encourages you. "You can just hold on to me and let go, I promise I have you. We have forever to make love with each other. Come on, I'm so close too, I want to finish with you". You whimper into his shoulder, biting your lip hard and letting go. You can feel him tense as he thrusts hard into you once more before letting go.

“I love you so much,” you let out, not even sure he could hear.

Everything is momentarily magnified.

You hold Bradley with all the strength you have left, and he holds you back just as tight.

Your pussy convulses around him with your heartbeat and you can feel his cum being released deep inside you.

Every part of your body shakes and tingles. The experience of sharing your orgasms simultaneously is magical. You feel like you're in heaven in Bradley’s arms.

Once you've both calmed down a bit, taking time to catch your breath and come back down to earth, he pulls himself away from you, but just enough to see your face.

He's not pulling away from you yet, he wants to feel close to you, so you lie there with him still inside you, wrapped in his strong embrace in the awkward but somehow perfect cuddling position.

“You are so beautiful,honey.” Bradley said with a lazy smile on his face, looking drunk on his orgasm and his love for you and also the wine.

You chuckle, knowing you probably look really fucked upright now. "You're cute and that was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt this way before," you say.

He kisses your cheeks, then your nose, then your lips. "Yes, it was really great. And it was really hot. Especially when you pulled my hair while ı was eating you out,"he says. Your pussy involuntarily tightens at the thought of Bradley between your legs.

“Hey, I felt that,” he teases, reminding you that it’s still inside you, something you won’t easily forget. You laugh, he buries his face in your neck, you feel a little embarrassed,blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Nah, no hiding from me, we just cried while fucking each other, nothing to be ashamed of really right now,” he says with her signature smile.

“Not fucking, making love,” you tease, mocking his previous words and he laughs along with you.

"Happy Valentine's Day,baby." he says, "I love you." He gives you a sweet kiss and you poke his nose with yours.

"Happy Valentine's Day, I love you too."

You lie with your legs and hands intertwined in the dim bedroom light.

A little silence is good. You leave a few more soft kisses on his cheeks.

After a few minutes, he gets out of bed to get some warm washcloth and starts cleaning you both up. He was so soft while doing this, you've never felt so in love.

That night, you sleep in your comfortable pajamas, holding each other and wondering how lucky you are both.

Maybe Valentine's Day was really worth it after all.

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New Family

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Your wives help you through your pregnancy. No matter how hard it gets for the three of you. / 6k words

Warnings: Pregnant!reader , slight (poorly written) smut, and cursing

A/N: This is an old fic that i posted on my old account. I missed writing and decided to start again 🫡

When you and your wives first started talking about having children, it was hard. You were with two Avengers, so trying to make and raise a family would be hard with their schedules. It’s not like they had a lot of missions, but with meetings, training, and press conferences they were still away from home a lot. You knew of this when you guys first started dating. You knew that they would have a lot to do, so you asked them what they thought about having kids before getting serious with them. The two Avengers told you that they would love that, when everything died down.

Now the three of you were married, and things have not died down.

It was your guys’ three year anniversary when you brought it up again. Natasha bluntly stated that she can’t carry, while Wanda just sighed and said, “No, you know we don’t have time for that.” After that you left it alone, keeping your disappointment from showing because you wanted to let them enjoy their time working. You didn’t want to keep them away from doing the things that they love.

But then Natasha started noticing the longing looks you would throw towards mothers and their children, even fathers. She noticed the way you lingered on your friend’s posts of their kids, and family pictures. She noticed the way you would instantly light up when Clint and Laura bring the kids over to visit the three of you. She noticed how natural you were with the kids. Natasha always noticed, and she herself started to feel a sort of longing for a family with you and Wanda. Maybe, she thought, she could take a step back from traveling so much.

Wanda, wouldn’t notice your physical reactions, but she would hear your thoughts if they got too loud. She could hear you thinking about ‘What ifs’ and your hopes about Wanda and Natasha coming around to the idea of children. She would hear (and see) your daydreams of the three of you raising a child together. You always seemed so happy and content in those daydreams.

Were you not happy now?

You were. You were so so so so happy with Wanda and Natasha. You didn’t need kids to be happy with them. It was just something you always imagined. You thought that maybe it had something to do with the way you grew up, which was poorly. Your parents were shitty, and so you vowed to never be like them if you had children. So now you treated any kid you came across with kindness and patience, something you never received as a child. But you knew it would feel completely different with a baby of your own, and Wanda understood that.

So after another couple of months of long talks, arguments, and compromises, the three of you decided to have a baby. It was decided that you would carry because Natasha can’t, and Wanda didn’t want to be taken out of the field just yet. You guys had asked Bruce and Dr. Cho if they could possibly convert Wanda and Natasha’s DNA into something that could be used to make the baby. You guys wanted the baby to have features from all three of you. After three tries, you were finally pregnant.

Your family of three was about to grow.

— Two months pregnant

The sound of gagging noises woke Wanda up from her nap, so she felt around the bed for you only to feel empty sheets. Opening her eyes, she was met with a vacant bed and frowned. She knew Natasha had to help Maria train new SHIELD agents, but you were with her when she fell asleep. Her questions of where you had gone were quickly answered by a heaving sound that came from the bathroom. She immediately knew that it was you, since one of your early symptoms of the pregnancy had been nausea. The others being an increased libido (which her and Nat happily helped you with), and mood swings.

Wanda rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom, her frown deepening as she saw you hunched over the toilet.

“Oh, detka.” She sighed out and kneeled beside you, one hand holding your hair back while the other rubbed your back, soothing you. “Just let it all out, baby it’s okay. You’re okay.” She whispered out as you finished.

You whimpered and tears fell down your eyes. She watched as you sat back against the tub.

“I h-hate this. I can’t even eat my favorite food anymore with out throwing it all up.” You cried. Wanda pulled you into her lap and let you cry into her shoulder.

“I know,” Wanda always knew. “I know it’s hard right now, but we all know that it’ll be so so worth it in the end.” She rocked you back and forth and held you tightly.

“I want Natty.” You cried again, Wanda sighed. You were especially clingy now that you were pregnant, not that either of them minded. But you always seemed to long for the one that was gone. If Wanda was out working, you would want Wanda. If Natasha was out doing something, you would want her. If they were both gone…oh hell.

“She’ll be here before dinner baby.” She noticed your breathing and sobs had died down. “Hey, why don’t we get you cleaned up so we can get started on cooking? Nat should be here soon.” You looked up at her and gave her a tired smile.

“That sounds good to me, Wan.” She internally cheered at your sudden shift into happiness at the mention of Natasha.

“Come on then.” She tapped your thigh twice and you stood up. After brushing you teeth and washing your mouth out, you were in Wanda’s arms.

“Thank you.” You sighed out.

You weren’t always so emotional, but with the hormonal changes happening within you it was understandable. As hard as it was, this was just the beginning.

— Four months pregnant

Now four months, almost five months pregnant, you were starting to show. It wasn’t too noticeable since it was still small and got covered by your clothes. Your morning sickness was gone, but new problems have come to light. You were starting to get light headed a lot, and it was worrying your wives sick. They suggested that the three of you move back into the compound so you would be close to medical care, but you assured them that you would be fine.

You were not fine.

“…And that’s why none of you are worthy enough to wield my precious hammer.” Thor said smugly.

You were sitting in the living room of the Avengers compound, waiting for Wanda and Natasha to be finished with a debriefing. The three of you were about to tell everyone that you were pregnant, and you were excited. These people you’ve grown close to over the past years have become family to you, and they were the first people you wanted to tell about your pregnancy.

So here you were listening to Thor as he listed off reasons as to why each person in the room would not be able to hold Mjölnir. Which then led to Tony, Sam, Clint, Carol, Rhodey, and Bruce defending themselves while Steve, Peter, Pepper, and Bucky just sat there amused. As they were taking turns with trying to life the hammer, you started to get hungry. You realized you haven’t eaten since before you had arrived to the compound, which was hours ago.

You laughed at Bruce’s attempt to life the hammer, and made a move to stand up from the couch. As you stood up straight, you got that lightheaded feeling again, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose. Carol had noticed, but was quickly distracted by Clint moving up to the hammer.

When the dizziness started to subside, you took a couple of steps towards the kitchen only to stumble a little bit, your head feeling light again, legs weak. You braced yourself against one of the desks that were placed behind the couch, which caused Carol, and Bucky’s attention to drift to you. They both got up and walked towards you.

“Y/n, you feeling okay?” You heard Carol’s voice and tried to look up at her, the sudden movement causing the dizziness to get worse, your vision blackening.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Bucky yelled your name as you collapsed towards the ground, but Carol was quick to catch you.

“Oh my god. Someone tell Wanda and Nat to get in here!” Carol demanded. Everyone’s attention diverted away from the hammer to your limp form in Carol’s arms. She carried you to the couch and gently laid you down. Bruce was quick to be by your side, checking your pulse and trying to tap you awake. Tony used FRIDAY to call your wives in.

“Y/n/n, come on. Did she show any signs of passing put earlier? Anyone?” Bruce asked as he looked around. Everyone shook their heads. Before he could respond, a booming voice echoed throughout the now quiet room.

“What the hell happened to her?!” Wanda’s voice wavered as she spoke. Her and Natasha quickly making their way over to you. Her voice started to stir you awake.

“I- No- We don’t know!” Bruce stuttered out. You opened your eyes and groaned.

“She was just fine, and then when she got up to leave the room...” Carol trailed off and gestured to your body.

“What happened?” You asked as you tried to sit up, only to be softly pushed back down by Bruce.

“You passed out.” He said. Wanda and Natasha coming over and shoving him away from you, causing him to collide into Thor with a small “oof”.

“Are you okay, kotenok?”

“Are you hurting anywhere?”

“Even if it’s small pain you have to tell us, detka.”

Your two lovely wives bombarded you with questions and you just had a silly grin on your face at their concern. Wanda furrowed her brows at that.

“Why are you smiling, you passed out! You could have gotten hurt.” She huffed out and you frowned.

“I’m sorry. I was just hungry.” She sighed and moved to cup your face. Natasha was pressing light kisses to your head, and by now everyone had moved back some to give you guys space.

“It’s okay, we just worry. If we knew your lightheadedness would turn into you fainting, we would have kept a better eye on you.” Natasha smiled softly at you.

“She’s been getting lightheaded a lot lately?” Bruce asked with knitted brows. “We should get her to the med bay and check her out for anything serious.” He moved to walk away but Wanda stopped him.

“Wait! We know why she’s been getting dizzy, and well, it is kind of serious.” They all looked at you with concerned eyes as you sat up, leaning into Wanda’s legs as she stood beside you. Her hand came up to caress your hair, Natasha sitting on the arm of the couch and rubbing your back. Both smiling at how you relaxed into their touches.

“She’s- You’re not sick are you?” A crack in Peter’s voice made you jerk your head up. Peter was like a younger brother to you, and you didn’t want him to be sad or worried over you.

“No!” Startling him, you shot him an apologetic glance before continuing. “No, I’m not sick. I’m actually just pregnant.” You said with a wide smile. Peter and Pepper gasped as everyone else erupted into joyful cheers and laughter. Peter was the first one to hug you, as lightly as he could.

“Congratulations!”

“Aw, Y/n! You guys will be great parents.” Pepper clapped her hands together.

After congratulating you and your wives, Tony and Pepper insisted that you stay at the compound at least until the baby is born. Steve overheard and decided to chime in, saying that it would be best if you stayed there. Which then caused everyone else to try and convince you to move in. The next thing you know, you were saying yes as they all celebrated again. Wanda pulled you into a sweet kiss before Natasha did the same. You couldn’t feel more happier.

— Seven months pregnant

After moving into the compound, everyone was watching over you as best as they could. If Wanda and Natasha were both needed for something, at least one person would stay behind to keep you company. That one person being Peter a lot because Tony still didn’t want him doing hefty work, but you didn’t mind. Peter always let you pick the movies and shows you wanted to watch, which is what you guys were doing now.

Your mind wandered away with random thoughts as you zoned out.

Your belly was also a lot bigger, so you were no longer able to fit in your regular clothes. Wanda and Natasha had taken you shopping for clothes, and now you had a whole new wardrobe. Yeah, they may have went a little overboard.

Something you were still experiencing though, were the mood swings increased libido.

Earlier in the day you had found that its been a few weeks since you and your wives had had sex. You were thinking about how you hated how busy they were, which then lead you to think about the last night you guys all had together. At first you were thinking of a romantic outing, a date night. But then your mind drifted off into how those date nights usually end, which is with sex.

You realized that when you started showing, they stopped touching you. Even when you tried initiating it, they turned you down with an excuse.

Did they not find you desirable anymore?

The thought brought tears to your eyes, which quickly alerted Peter who was watching a movie with you. You wiped them away after he asked if you were okay.

“I’m fine. I’m going to sleep.” You stood up from the couch and began to walk away.

“But it’s only 6- aaaand she’s gone.” He sighed and shot a quick text to Wanda, saying that you were upset about something but didn’t explain what. She messaged him back saying that they were on their way home from the press conference they were just attending.

—

“Detka? Can you unlock the door please?” Wanda asked sweetly. You had locked yourself in the bathroom, and wouldn’t come out no matter what your two wives had tried to bribe you with.

“Can you at least tell us what’s wrong, baby?” Natasha spoke up this time, her tone soft. They heard you sniffling holding back sobs, and their hearts broke at the sound of it all. “Y/n/n? Please.”

“No! I don’t want you guys to look at me anymore so go!” They looked at each other concerned. “Y-you don’t have to pretend that you love me anymore. I- It’s okay if you guys don’t f-find me as attractive as before.” More sobs were let out as you voiced your thoughts. Wanda and Natasha’s eyes widened at your words.

“Y/n, we will always find you attractive. Pregnant or not, baby you’re beautiful.”

“We promise we love you the same as we did before the pregnancy.” Wanda assured you. “Even more so now. Can you please come out so we can talk?”

“You’re lying. You’re both lying to me.” You mumbled out loud enough for them to hear you through the door.

“What makes you say that?”

“You won’t have sex with me!” Natasha’s eyes widened even more while Wanda blushed. “You guys won’t even touch me anymore and I know it’s because I’m not pretty anymore.” That was enough for Wanda.

“Okay, we’re coming in.” Her eyes lit up to a red hue, and a red mist made it’s way into the bathroom and onto the knob, unlocking and opening the door. They rushed to where you were sat on the ground, kneeling beside your cross-legged form. You had your hands resting on top of your bump, sniffling away tears.

“Honey look at me,” Natasha softly demanded. You hesitantly lifted your gaze up to meet hers, and looked at Wanda when you felt her hand slip into yours. They both held nothing but love in their eyes. You felt yourself tearing up again.

“We love you so so much.” Natasha continued. “We still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Having your body accommodate to forming a literal child in your stomach doesn’t change our opinions of you.” She took your free hand and squeezed it with a reassuring smile.

“Then why won’t you touch me?” You whispered out.

“We don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” Natasha said in the same tone. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You won’t,” you mumbled out. “You’re always so paranoid.” Silence passed before your other wife spoke up.

“I’m sorry we made you feel neglected.” Natasha’s expression turned apologetic before a smirk graced her features. “Just know that we are still very much attracted to you.”

Her hand came up on your thighs when Wanda leaned in to kiss your neck.

“You want us to touch you baby?” Wanda husked out. “Is that why you’re being so fussy? Hm?” Her hand loosened her hold on yours and traveled up your body. When she reached your chin, she gripped your face in her hand and brought your lips to hers. You moaned as she swiped her tongue across your bottom lip, which gave her an opening allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth. She quickly won over your weak fight for dominance. You soon felt another pair of lips on your neck, and you whimpered as Natasha nibbled little bites onto it.

“Let’s take this to the bed, kotenok.” She breathed out. Wanda pulled away and chuckled at your little whine.

Soon you were on the bed in between the two women you loved the most in the world. You were naked now, as were Wanda and Natasha. Your were leaning on Wanda, your back pressed to her chest, feeling her bare skin on yours. Her hands were on your sore breasts, alternating between massaging them softly and gently grazing over your sensitive nipples. Her legs were holding yours spread out, leaving enough room for Natasha to kneel in between them.

“You are so beautiful, Y/n.” Natasha’s hands were lightly running up and down your thighs, the tingling sensation causing you to buck your hips up with a whine. “We love you.”

“So much.” Wanda chimed in.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you guys too.” You groaned out in frustration when they still didn’t give you what you wanted. “Now shut up and fuck me already.” Natasha smirked at your impatience.

“Gladly.” You moaned out as her fingers sunk into you.

Your wives made you cum three times before you were asking them to stop. You were sensitive, and finally satisfied in knowing that the two women still loved you and your body. With how they worshipped you so carefully and intensely, you knew these insecurities wouldn’t be such a problem for you anymore.

Wanda was gently stroking your skin, cooing in your ear and praising you for being so good. You were still trembling, tears of pleasure streaming down your face, bruise-like marks from both Natasha and Wanda covering your neck, thighs, and chest. Natasha went to move her fingers out but you closed your legs and trapped her hand there.

“D-don’t. Not y-yet please.” You murmured out. Wanda’s hands were running through your hair, and Nat’s free hand caressed your legs, trying to relax you enough so she could remove her hand.

“Ready to get cleaned up?” Your eyes were drooping as you nodded, legs limply falling open.

As your wives took care of you and bathed you, you knew that they still loved you no matter what the circumstances are.

— Eight Months Pregnant

Maybe they loved me too much, you thought.

Not really, but they were around everywhere you went since you guys were a month away from your due date. Both Wanda and Natasha have taken four months off, allowing them to be by your side when they wanted to be. Which was every. Single. Minute. of the day.

At first, you didn’t complain because you loved them and always wanted them safe and with you. But now, you couldn’t even go the restroom with out one of them tagging along because they “needed to go pee, too” or because they “left their phone on the sink” only for it to be in their pocket the whole time.

You really did appreciate their concern, and that they loved you enough to worry so much, but now you just felt helpless and incapable. You would try to sneak away from then every once in a while for some alone time, but one’s a spy and the other can read minds so you don’t get very far.

So you were upset, and in pain because of the small contractions you’ve been feeling recently. The doctor told you they were normal though, so you weren’t really worried about it.

“You guys seriously aren’t letting me go to the store now? God, I’m starting to feel like a handmaiden more than your wife!” You huffed out and crossed your arms over your big belly bump. Wanda bit her lip in an attempt to conceal her smile. You were just so adorable when you were mad, even more so now that you’re pregnant with their child. Natasha stood up from the bed and walked in front of you. She tried to uncross your arms, but that only resulted in you stepping away from her grip.

“Look, honey, I know you love going to the store, but-”

“If you tell me that I need to be here because you worry about my safety, Nat, I’ll really give you something to worry about.” You glared at Wanda as she laughed out loud at your empty threat towards the Russian spy. Natasha just smirked, which made you even more angrier.

“You know what? Fine. Both of you can go because you’re annoying me.” You walked out of the room and ignored their calls for you. You stormed into the kitchen where Bucky, Sam, and Carol were eating lunch. They all looked up and smiled at you, Carol’s faltering when she noticed your expression.

“Hey,” She said cautiously. “What’s up with you?” You sighed out in annoyance turning to look at the blonde.

“What’s up is that I’m being treated like a prisoner!” You ran your fingers through your hair and shook your head. “I know that Wands and Nat are looking out for me, but I feel like I’m going crazy not being able to do even the easy things.” Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of tears making their way down your face. He jumped up out of his seat and made his way over to you.

“Here,” He led you to the chair beside his which was in between him and Carol, Bucky sitting in front of you now. “Want to try this grilled cheese sandwich? Carol made it with her stove hands.” He grinned teasingly at Carol and you laughed wiping your tears.

“Thank you, though I don’t know how much I trust Carol’s bare hands when it comes to handling food.” She gasped.

“Are you saying I’m dirty?” You turned to look at her and before you could throw another remark towards her, you felt wetness seep out of you. “Y/n?” Carol noticed your sudden stiffness.

That’s when you felt an especially painful contraction. You hissed in pain and bent over a bit, clutching your stomach. The three Avengers frowned at you.

“Y/n are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“F-fine. Actually,” You looked at him with wide eyes. “I think my water broke.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, concern written all over his features.

“Yea- Oh!” Another contraction hit even harder this time. You were almost leaning fully on Sam now, tears of physical pain pooling in your eyes now. He held onto you and stood up, you clutching onto his arm to stay upright. Carol was quick to be on your other side, protectively cradling your stomach. Bucky was soon on his feet too.

“We should get you to Dr. Cho.” He said. “I’ll let her know we’re on our way. Where’s Wanda? Nat?”

“They’re not here.” You whimpered out. The contractions were hurting even more now, and you so badly wished that your wives were here by your side.

“I’ll call them,” Bucky assured you with a nod.

The three of them led you down the hall into the elevator, going to the medical floor. Sam was practically carrying you now, speed-walking as smoothly as he could with you in his arms. You could hear Bucky frantically speaking on the phone.

“Dr. Cho, Bruce!” Carol called out.

“Here! We’re here. What’s wrong?” The woman asked. Sam put you on one of the beds and stepped back as Dr. Cho got closer to you.

“My water b-broke and it hurts.” You sobbed out. You weren’t ready for this yet. You had eight months to prepare, and you were still not ready for this level of pain you were about to go through. And to top it all off, Wanda and Natasha weren’t here. “I thought t-they were the normal false labor p-pains but it’s worse.” She just nodded and started to put her gloves on, Bruce doing the same.

“Oh god,” You croaked out. “It hurts too much. I can’t do it.” You cried. Carol was quick to come stroke your face, wiping the tears away.

“You’ll be okay, Y/n. We’re all going to be right here for you alright? Just breathe.” That just turned your fear into anger, the pain making everything unbearable.

“You try breathing with a fucking baby in you, Danvers!” Her eyes widened at your use of her last name, and Bucky lightly shoved her away to take her place.

“Hey Y/n, you-“

“Bucky if you don’t get your cyborg ass out of my face! Stop hovering!” You seethed as another contraction hit, your hands gripping the sheets of the bed. He quickly mumbled an apology and went to stand by Carol. Bruce came back with a needle, towels, a bucket and Dr. Cho followed behind with some IV tubings, and other tools. Before Sam could step up to you, Bruce was standing by your side.

“We need to check if you’ve dilated yet at all, is it okay for us to take your pants off?” He asked carefully. The tightening in your stomach lessened and you breathed out in relief. You could only manage a nod towards the man. Dr. Cho carefully guided you out of your pants, and underwear, putting you in a gown. Sam and Bucky were now gone, Bruce shoving them out.

You asked Carol to stay, not wanting to be alone if your wives were still gone by the time you gave birth.

“Okay, Y/n, I’m going to hook you up to some IVs. It’ll help with the pain while we wait for you to dilate enough to push.” She paused before speaking again. “It’s still a month early, so to avoid complications I will have to ask you to be prepared for a C-section just in case.” She walked off to talk to Bruce when you Tears were flowing down your face again.

You were scared now. It was too early to be giving birth, your wives weren’t here, you were alone and you were scared.

“I want Wanda, Carol. I want Nat.” You cried out as another contraction hit. She nodded and wiped your tears away.

“I know. I know, they’ll be here soon okay? They’re stuck in traffic, but I promise they’ll be here for you.” The loud bang of a door caught yours and Carol’s attention, her stepping away from you so her hands could glow as if she was preparing to fight.

You could hear muffled voices and then the door of the medbay swung open, revealing a worried and slightly angry Wanda and Nat. Bucky and Sam trailing behind them with apprehensive looks on their faces. You saw Bucky rubbing a spot on his forehead, and you figured Natasha must have thrown him into the door for something. Carol relaxed seeing that the there was no threat.

Wanda and Nat rushed to your side, each grabbing a hand of yours. “We’re so so sorry we left you earlier, detka.” Wanda choked out, and you noticed she had tears falling down her face. You furrowed your brows and reached up to wipe them away.

“Are you okay, Wan?” She let out a watery laugh and shook her head in disbelief. Even as you were lying on a hospital bed with painful contractions, you were still worried about her.

“Am I okay? Are you okay? Baby, you’re about to give birth.” You smiled and nodded at her, grimacing when you felt another contraction.

“We’re sorry for upsetting you, Y/n/n. We just worry so much.” Natasha said.

“It’s okay. I know you guys do, but let’s forget about all of that.” You shifted to get as comfortable as you could considering your situation. “I’m in pain and have to stay awake for the next 24 hours. It’s all so early and they don’t want there to be any complications.” Your voice cracked as you talked, fear flashing in your eyes. You wanted everything to be okay.

“Hey,” Wanda cupped your cheeks. “Everything is going to be fine, okay? Nothing is going to happen to you or the baby.” She gave you a reassuring smile.

“They’re going to be so small.” You whispered out. “I don’t want them to get hurt.”

“Well, they’ll have three moms to make sure that won’t happen.” Bucky piped up. You looked at him and noticed a bruise on his forehead. You laughed.

“I’m assuming you guys had something to do with his head’s new addition?” You smirked as he rolled his arms and crossed his arms.

— 29 Hours Later

“I- I can’t do it.” You whimpered and squeezed the two hands you were holding. “I’m not ready, not ready.”

After monitoring you and the baby for the past 24 hours, Dr. Cho and Bruce confirmed that while the baby would be a little small, you were ready to have it. You were now, finally dilated enough to start pushing, and the pain was excruciating. You could feel the tears happening down below, every muscle in your body was aching, sweat all over your body. You were pushing as hard as you could.

For a small baby, getting this thing out was still hurting like hell.

“You can do it, detka. You can- AH!” You squeezed Wanda’s hand so hard she fell to her knees.

“This is your fault Wanda!” You yelled out with another push. She looked at you shocked.

“Mine?! What about Nat!” You squeezed her hand harder to shut her up.

“She must like me bette- Y/n!” Natasha bent over when you crushed her hand to shut her up too. More painful yells, more pushing.

“J-Just shut up!”

—

“You’re almost there, Y/n a few more pushes.”

—

“One more mama you can do it!”

—

You slumped back, exhaustion making it’s way into your body. You heard people shuffling around you, your wives hands slipping from your grip. Your vision was blackening, but you could vaguely see Natasha’s red hair in front of you, saying something but her voice was muffled. You just wanted to sleep now.

That’s when you realized you didn’t hear crying, but before you could say anything about it you were unconscious.

—

“-because she delivered earlier than planned, her body wasn’t prepared for it. She was also up for 30 hours or more, so she’s perfectly fine. Just tired.” You heard Dr. Cho’s distant voice.

“You’re sure?” You recognized that as Natasha, encouraging you to open your eyes.

You groaned as you felt the soreness and pain settling in, the bright light of the medbay making you wince a little bit.

“Hey!” You tilted your head to the side, seeing Dr. Cho and Natasha standing there at the door. The former rushing over to stand by the bed you were on. “Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” She asked softly.

That’s when you remembered that you didn’t hear the baby cry. You didn’t even get to see her, or make sure she was okay. You started tearing up and tried to sit up.

“Where- where’s the baby?” Your voice was breaking, and Natasha tried pushing you back down.

“Hey, you need to rest oka-” You shoved her away and moved to take your IVs out. Natasha grabbed both of your hands in hers and made you look at her. “You need to rest. You can’t be up walking around yet. The baby is fine, Wanda is with Bruce getting her dressed right now.” You shook your head.

“Nat I didn’t hear her cry.” You sobbed out. “I was so scared because I couldn’t hear her.” She moved to sit on the bed, bringing your head to her chest and rocking you back and forth.

“It’s okay. It took her awhile to get used to being out of the womb,” She combed through your messy hair. “You passed out right before she cried. She’s fine, alright?” Your cries were down to a sniffle now, and you nodded your head into her chest more.

“I love you.” You whispered out. “Thank you for everything, I don’t think I thanked you guys as much as I should have these past months.” You wrapped your arms around her and squeezed, never wanting to let go.

“You don’t have to thank us,” Your head turned to the door and saw Wanda standing there holding the baby. “Do you want to hold her?” She walked closer.

“Of course. I didn’t go through hours of pain to not hold my baby.” You held out your arms and gently held the little girl. She was sound asleep, a tiny hand resting on her chin, the other gripping the blanket she was wrapped in. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at her. She resembled the three of you so much. You ran your finger lightly across her tiny features.

“She has your nose, Wands. Your mouth Nat.” You breathed out, keeping your gaze on the baby. “She’s beautiful.” You felt the hospital bed dip on both sides of you, and you tore your eyes away from the baby to look at your wives.

They both had tears of joy in their eyes, love shining through as they watched you and you guys’ daughter.

“She has your eyes.” Wanda pointed out, staring in awe as the newborn girl opened her eyes. Natasha groaned causing you and Wanda to look at her.

“Another set of eyes I won’t be able to say ‘no’ to ever in my life.” You smirked while Wanda snorted.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. Another Y/n, means more trouble, doesn’t it?” You scoffed when Natasha agreed, giving her a playful glare.

“I just gave birth, and you two are already ganging up on me.” Before you could say anything else, a small sneeze caused your eyes to snap down to the baby. Wanda and Natasha’s eyes doing the same.

She sneezed again and the three of you cooed at her, your hand that wasn’t holding her was getting gripped by her tiny fingers. Natasha’s hand settled on her head as softly as she could, and she leaned down to kiss her forehead while Wanda smiled with tears in her eyes, her hand settled on your thigh.

You smiled at all three of them, and felt so at ease with your new family. This is what you wanted, and you were so glad to have it with the loves of your life.