#i will say it umm. quietly. inside my head

[crehador]

it's been 2025 for less than 12 hours and i'm already changing up my resolutions lol

[keferon]

Part 2 because why not? And I can't stop thinking about it

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Every mech present at the med bay was looking at the small form in the table.

The organic form found inside Jazz had been recharging for some time already, having fainted during the (very clumsy and inexperienced) treatment that it received by the medics and was now laying in some soft fabrics they managed to aquire.

The only indicative that it was alive was the movement of its chest and the twitchs it made form time to time.

"So you found that inside Jazz?"

Optimus was there, having run to the med bay the moment he heard about what had happened.

"Yeah..."

Prowl was sitting close to the table, staring at the organic, still shaken by everything.

His friend just died, then a small organic came out of him, then it spoke with his friends voice.

He was so confused and overwhelmed, and it was obvious to every mech present at the med bay.

Optimus hummed in acknowledgement before asking to some other mech.

"And Jazz's body?"

"Already recovered and it's being repaired, but..."

Optimus frowned at that.

"But?"

The mech hesitated for a moment.

"It's nothing like us" The mech said "His body is not cybertronian"

"It's an empty shell" Another added.

Optimus didn't say anything to that, not because he knew about that or anything like that.

But because of the small grunt that he heard.

All optics turned to the organic in the table, now off of its armor.

It didn't move much, just opened its optics and stammered so quietly that only Prowl could hear.

"I feel like a shark's chew toy"

Jazz was feeling horrible, his body was sore and his vision was cloudy.

He tried to sit up, but immediately cringed, his expression showing the pain he was feeling.

"You should stay put"

A familiar voice came to his years, loud and clear, well, louder then normal and not so clear for his current weak state.

But he smiled, because, regardless of everything, Prowl was there, so, with a little effort, he tried ti focus vis vision.

"I stay put when I'm dead, and I'll only die in the cockpit of my mecha, I'm a pilot, not a coward, that and death wont dare to take me before I go back home"

He really wanted to put a strong image, he really did, but he froze when his vision finally returned to more normal state.

He was in the repair room that these guys called Med Bay, in a very big table and staring back at many other mechas, who gave him strage looks.

Prowl included.

Even Optimus was there.

That was... enerving.

"Umm... Hello sir?" He said with a forced smile.

There was an awkward silence in the room, the stares became more overwhelming.

Prowl was the one to make the first move.

He got up and looked at the others.

"May I speak with him alone?"

The others seemed to want to say no, but, with Optimus permission, they all left the room.

He waited for the return of the silence to sit back again and stare at the organic, who stared back at him with a confusion he was not used to associate to Jazz, nor the awkward smile that to it.

"Hey Prowler, what's up? Did I stay out for that long?"

"You've been out for a whole Solar Cycle"

The organic frowned, a strange sight for Prowl, as he never seen a species so similar to Cybertronians.

"Just day? Damn, with how groggy I was I thought I had been out for longer, anyway, how's my mecha? I really hope there was no blood spilled, it'll take forever to clean the cockpit and I don't even want to think about the damage"

Prowl didn't say anything at that, taking the information carefully.

It seemed relaxed, like Jazz always did after a day in the battlefield, not caring for its wounds even though he could see the pain on its eyes, trying to hid it with a smile.

It was more worried about the body it was inhabiting.

As much as he didn't want to start the interrogation, he, too, didn't want to be in the dark of this situation.

"Jazz"

The organic stoped talking, tilting its head Jazz did when he was confused.

"Yes Prowler?"

He pursed his derma, an ugly frown forming.

It responde to the name like Jazz would and called him by the way he would.

He hesitated, but the question came anyway.

"What are you?"

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YES YES THIS IS SO GOOD YOU ARE COOKING ANON

Link to the part one

[seozii]

──── ❝ BIG BABY ❞ 🧍👶

He was the tall and energetic one, you were the short and calm one. That’s basically golden retriever x black cat right?

⸝♡ fluff, est.relationship, golden retriever x black cat, teasing, 643 WC, 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

“Omg stay still will you?” You complained with a serious expression at the taller male who let shaking his head and wincing in pain to every touch made by your hand and his wound.

“How can I when it hurts so bad?” He sobbed quietly glaring at the bottle of ointment in your hand.

“Ugh you’re such a baby” you smirked feeling a bit inferior after knowing small things like this made him cry.

It was honestly crazy to you how a whole tall and intimidating looking person like him was actually a big baby under those covers. “I’m done now stop crying will you?” You asked reaching out your hands to gently wipe away the tears on his face, getting caught up in his beauty for a moment. “You look like a clown” you randomly blurted out, laughing at his pouty face.

“Hey?!!! I do not. You’re just a mean person” he huffed quietly folding his arms over his chest, clearly offended. “But thank you so much! I love you!” He beamed excitedly pulling you into a big tight hug, burying your head deep in his shoulders

“Hey let me go, your hug is so hard” you muffled in his shoulders trying to break free from the tight hug.

“No. I want to keep hugging you” he declined pulling you even closer. “Plus, I love the feeling of your smaller body on mine” he teased, giggling at your flustered reaction. “Ahhh you’re so cute when you’re flustered” he smiled lightly pinching your cheeks.

“Shut up” you muttered under your breath.

—

A loud sigh of relief escaped your lips, a small smile tugging the corner as the cool evening breeze made contact with your skin.

Over to your side was Jake skipping Happily like a child who had no worries in his life.

You hate to admit it but Most times when Jake acts like an energetic little puppy you can’t seem to bring yourself into ignoring him. He was just too adorable but of course your personality wouldn’t let you admit it.

Up ahead was a small ice cream shop that seemed to be having a bit of discount off their prices today.

You thought it was a good idea to take Jake over there and maybe give him a nice treat for once. He was always the one buying things for you sometimes so why not let the tables turn around.

“Hey umm.. Jake would you like some ice cream?” You asked staring into his eyes, your expression lightly softened.

He gasped, “omg! Yes I will love an ice cream right now. Rahhh you read my mind” he jumped up and down excitedly which was nothing but an adorable sight.

You let yourself get carried away adoring Jake that you didn’t know when words slipped out of your mouth. ‘Cute’ you accidentally mumbled but loud enough catching Jake off guard.

His eyes widened at your sudden words, his lips slowly curling up into a smirk. “What did you say? I swear I heard you say cute” he chuckled in clear disbelief.

It was very rare of you to express your love and affection with things like “words of love, physical touch” and much rather by buying gifts or doing small touching actions that looked meaningless to some people. All that matters to you was, your partner felt loved and appreciated.

Of course you wouldn’t blame Jake for acting that way.

“I- i- n-no ugh just forget it!” You rolled your eyes staring at the ground with a flustered look. “Come on let’s go inside” you ushered him into the store in front of you.

“Ahhhh you’re so down bad” he giggled teasing you, capturing your hands in his, like it was an everyday thing.

“Shut up” you shushed him.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I have a subby baby Bucky request for you.

What about him being really needy in the middle of the night and he lays behind you and hums himself against you.

You wake up and ask him what he is doing there. (You know it but subby Bucky is just too cute with that them) He says sorry but he needs you so bad and you’re nice to him and help him with his hard bulge in his pants. 😌😌

Needy Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night needing attention from his girlfriend.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, sub Bucky/dom reader, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, dry humping, (m receiving), mommy kink, praise kink, pet names for Y/N (doll), pet names for Bucky (baby boy)

A/N: Thank you for requesting!🩵 @buckys-wintersoldier

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

Bucky woke up with a gasp leaving his lips and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the dark bedroom as he tried to gather his surroundings. He looked down at his lap, noticing a bump that was underneath the blanket. He lifted the blanket, only to find out the bump was inside of his sweatpants.

“Damn it.” Bucky quietly mumbles to himself.

He laid back on the bed and sighed. He turned his head to see you sleeping peacefully next to him. Bucky looked from you to his bulge as an idea popped into his head. He rolled to his side and moved himself closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning when he felt your ass against his bulge. He slowly started to move his hips against your ass, gasping quietly when he felt some kind of relief.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky quietly moans, squeezing his eyes shut.

Bucky leaned his head against your shoulder and placed save kisses on the back of it. He quickened his movements, unable to control himself. Pants left his mouth. You shivered when you felt his breath on your skin. Bucky’s movements stilled when you shifted, hoping that he didn’t wake you up. After a moment, he started grinding his bulge against your ass again, applying more pressure than he did the first time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky whispers to himself, loving the feeling of your ass against his clothed cock.

Your eyes fluttered open. It didn’t take you long to realize what Bucky was doing.

“Buck, what are you doing?” You asked, acting like you didn’t know what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry, mommy!” He quickly apologized. “I umm…” He couldn’t find the words to describe what he was doing.

You giggled to yourself and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. You turned over to see Bucky’s face red in embarrassment and his blue eyes were dark with lust. You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it and rubbing your thumb over his stubble.

“Are you horny?” You asked him.

Bucky looked into your eyes and nodded his head yes.

“Do you want mommy to help you with your problem?” You asked, rubbing a hand down his abs.

Bucky nodded his head yes again. Your hand slid past the waistband of his sweatpants, rubbing your hand over his hard cock in his boxers. Bucky bucked his hip into your hand.

“Lay down for me please.” You say.

Bucky laid down on his back as you sat up. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, enough for his hard cock to spring out against his stomach. His tip was leaking with precum. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before swiping your thumb over his tip, using his precum as a lubricant.

“Pl-Please!” Bucky begs.

“Patiences, baby boy.” You tell him.

You leaned down and wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked on it before moving your mouth farther down on his cock, your nose almost touching his lower abdomen. Bucky threw his head back against his pillow, loving the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Bucky moans.

You placed your hands on his thighs and began to bob your head faster. Bucky lifted his head to look down at you, making eye contact with you. You had an innocent look in your eyes that drives him crazy. You took your mouth off his cock to get your breathing under control. You leaned up, kissing his lips while moving your hand up and down on his cock. Bucky moaned against your lips. You move your lips down to his neck, your teeth lightly nipping on his skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. Bucky tilted his head to the side to give you more access to his neck. You kissed down his body, stopping just above his cock. You wrapped your lips around his cock again and started bobbing your head. The hand that was on his cock went down to his balls, lightly massaging them.

“Fuck!” Bucky moans. “Please don’t stop!” He whines.

You applied more pressure to his balls as you massaged them. Bucky’s jaw dropped and his eyes squeezed shut, loving the feeling.

“Yes! Oh fuck!” He moans as his tip hit the back of your throat.

His cock twitched in your mouth. Bucky feeling his orgasm coming closer to an end much to his liking.

“I-I’m— oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! C-Can I cum, mommy?” He asks, almost whining.

You hummed around his cock, giving him permission to cum. A loud moan of the word mommy left his lips as he came in your mouth. You bobbed your head a few more times before taking your mouth off of his cock while swallowing his cum and making eye contact with him. Bucky was a panting mess.

“Th-Thank you, mommy.” He says, regaining his breath.

“Anytime, baby boy.” You say with a smile.

Bucky pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up. You got off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean up the two of you. Then you went to the kitchen to get some water before getting back in bed and shutting the light off. Bucky moved closer to you, laying his head on your chest.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers sleepily.

“I love you too, baby boy.” You whispered back, kissing the top of his head.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, D- Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you.

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Back again with another part, I've had a really shitty day if I'm honest and so, umm, writing this now has sort of helped, I guess?

Once again nothing has been proof-read so yeah, it won't make any sense maybe and this ones' a bit longer than the rest but once I get carried away I just can't stop so this is definitely going to have a few more parts to this one. I just don't know how many that will be, so I guess we'll see what happens.

Thank you each and every single one of you for the response to this small fic series so far, I'm so glad that people are liking it so much.

The confession you have made leaves the room feeling a tense atmosphere, the girls will not let you give up so easily so they make a decision on your behalf to help you on the right path to get better.

tw: heavy angst, mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"What... What does that even mean?" Katie furrows her eyebrows as she looks at you for a more logical answer.

"I'm tired, I'm so tired and I can't keep on fighting this battle anymore" You speak quietly, afraid to meet their eyes.

Each one of them really did mean so much to you, they all look heart broken with the what you had confessed.

Steph, the Aussie girl that made you feel so loved

Kim, your captain who always talked sense into you

Jen, the brave Scots' woman who you can rely on

Caitlin, the second Aussie that you love despite how annoying she is

Katie, the Irish girl who acts all tough but is a total softie

Beth, the blonde who gives great advice when you need it

Viv, the dutch who you cheers you up when she sneaks you ice cream

Lia, the swiss girl that gives you the best hugs sometimes

& Leah, the one who stuck around and made you feel at home

Your family, you would really miss them all.

However, you knew it was time.

It was the only way, you couldn't do it any longer.

The battle was too hard, it needed to end.

"Y/N, you're awake!" Vic burst into the room and broke the sudden silence before she spins and looks back towards the door. "Less! Kyra! Lotte! Laura! Y/N/N is awake!" she shouts loud enough to get the attention of the three remaining girls not in the room.

As right on queue, the rest of the girls all run in and smile widely when they see you awake and sat up in the hospital bed.

"Y/N/N, you're awake!" Laura says as she grins at you before she walks over and hugs you.

"Hi Y/N/N!" Alessia smiles brightly, glad to see you're awake.

"Y/N/N!" Kyra shouted aloud, right down the blondes' ear beside her.

"Ow, Kyra. That was right down my ear" Alessia grumbles as she glares at the Aussie girl before she shakes her head and walks over to your beside to exchange a hug with you.

"Glad that you're awake, Y/N. You gave us all a scare" Lotte came over and gave you a gentle hug before she ruffles your hair.

None of them 4 girls had caught the glum expressions on the older girls' faces.

"So how long do you think it'll be before your back on the pitch and we can prank everyone?" Kyra questions taking it upon herself to plop herself down on the end of the bed.

"Hopefully not too long" You take the chance to put a front on in front of the girls in the room. "I'll be back before you know it and thrashing you out there!" you give her a grin to hide the deep pain inside.

"How're you feelin' kid?" Lotte glances at you concerned.

"Oh you know, fabulous. Just had the best 24 hour nap" You can't help but joke with the girls even with them all looking so distraught. "Ah come on girls, cheer up. I'm not dead yet, you know?" You tell them.

"I'm sorry no I can't do this. I can't sit here and pretend that everything is okay and fine, when it's not... It's far from okay" Leah spoke up as she goes to move off the bed from where she sat beside you.

"What's going on?" Vic asks confused, having not been in the room previously.

"Y/N/N is tired of life, she wants to give up on it" Leah tells them as her bottom lip wobbles at she tells the rest of the girls what you had said.

"W... What do you mean?" Laura asks, confused and not understanding what the blonde means.

"Y/N wants to die" Leah drops the bombshell before she presses a kiss that lasts longer than usual and then starts to walk away.

"What?" Alessia gasps as her eyes widen in shock as she looks at you.

"Wait, Le... No!" You shot up as you try and latch onto her arm. "Le, don't leave me... I need you-- Please, come back!" you shout aloud as you thrash your arms around.

"I'll go and find her" Lia is quick to follow her, leaving the rest of the girls all still staring at you.

"Y/N, you need to be careful of your bandages or there'll rip" Steph says gently as she looks concerned about your well-being now while she moves to stand by your beside.

"I don't care, I don't... I don't care! Leah! Don't go, come back!" You continue to put up a fight to get out of the hospital bed. "Please, please, c... come back!" you scream at the top of your voice.

What have you done? You made her so upset.

You've made them all so upset, your a horrible person.

Why did you have to blurt it out like that? Your so stupid.

Stupid, selfish... You're nothing but a huge let down.

The voices inside your head was taunting you, you just needed them to stop.

Watching the one person that's always stuck by your side, walk away, it hurts you more that you realise.

More than any pain you currently feel, why did you go and say that?

"Calm down Y/N/N. You'll make yourself sick if your not careful" Beth tells you as she moves to stand on the other side of the bed as she pulls you into her arms for a hug as you just break down into sobs.

"I... I don't care, I don't... Leah! Come back!" Your now sobbing as you still try and do your best to get out of bed to go after the blonde, although it wasn't any good when you had so many different wires and monitors attached to you. "Le, please... please, don't leave me!"

Why did it hurt so much for her to walk away like that? You really were so selflish.

"Deep breaths, Y/N. Just keep on taking deep breaths" Steph adds in, trying to make it to the point where you didn't get yourself too upset that you were physically hurting yourself again.

"I'll be back" Kim eyes you wearily as she exhales a sigh before she also leaves the room to go and find the two girls.

"Leah?" Lia found Leah sat slouched down against one of the walls outside of your hospital room.

Leah peers up to look at the Swiss women, "I can't be in there right now" she mumbles quietly. " I... I just can't do it, I can't sit there and listen to crack jokes about death and be so optemistic when she... when she said something like that, I just can't" she explains to the older girl.

"I know" Lia replies in agreement and moves sit beside her.

"She said that she wants to die, Wally" Leah states as she stares straight out in front of her.

"I... I know" Lia repeats as she exhales a sigh and wraps her free arm around the blonde.

"She said she wants out of life... I... I-- Why?" Leah asks in disbelief as the tears threaten to spill.

"I don't know, Le" Lia mumbles and bits her bottom slightly.

"S...She said she wants to die, Wally" Leah voice quiviers as she repeats what they heard. "She's a teenage girl, s... she has so much more to achieve, so much more-- H... How can she be so depressed about life that she would rather be dead instead?" she questions distraught.

"She's suffering Le" Lia swallows the lump that forms in her throat as she hugs the blonde in her arms. "She's been suffering for a long time and we just didn't know, but we can help now" she tries to speak positive about it all.

"I... I thought she was doing better, she... she was doing better. I don't get it, what happened that made her do this?" Leah wonders numbly as she roughly wipes the tears away and shakes her head. "We can't let her die, we can't let her give up just so easily. She needs to fight... She has to fight!" she adds in.

"We will help her, we won't let her suffer in silence anymore" Kim speaks up as she joins the two of them as she exhales a shaky breath. "Y/N is one of our own, we'll be there for her and she'll get better" she tells them honestly.

"But how can we do that when she doesn't even want the help?" Leah questions as she shakes her head in disagreement. "You heard her in there, Kim! You heard what she said, she doesn't want to live anymore, she did what she did on purpose. H... How can we help her?" she questions as her voice breaks even more.

"We need to make a plan, we can come up with a way to help her... Even if she doesn't want the help" Kim declares with determination in her voice.

"But how do we do that? We can't keep an eye on her 24/7, when we have training and stuff, can we?" Lia glances at the Scots' woman in confusion.

"We keep her in hospital where she'll be safe" Kim tells the two of them.

"And how do we do that? I imagine as soon as she gets the chance then she'll bolt out of here" Leah scoffs and shakes her head, knowing you all too well and you were stubborn when it come to some things.

"We don't let her have the chance to do that then, still is still a minor remember? Technically that means, that you, Leah, since you're her guardian so too speak, you can make that decision for her and notify the doctors of your concern for her own welfare" Kim explains to the blonde, which was somewhat true now since you had moved in with her.

"Keeping her here against her own will? She'd hate me then for sure" Leah mutters as she rubs her hands down her face, feeling the stress of everything even more when the decision was resting on her shoulders.

"She might do at first, but soon enough she'll realise that you're only doing this to help her because you love her just like we all do" Kim gives the blonde a sympathetic smile.

"Kim is right Leah, this will be the best thing for Y/N" Lia speaks up after she had been quiet for a bit.

Leah glances between the two girls that she is sat with. "Is it, really?" she asks, still unsure about it all.

"You know it is Le" Lia states, knowingly.

Okay, maybe Kim has a point there then.

This would be the best decision to make right now.

"Alright, but how do we get here to stay here?" Leah asks, not knowing how to even go about this.

"First things first, we-- you speak to the doctors, you tell them that she cut herself and has admitted that she intended to do it. That's validation for the doctors to detain her for up to 72 hours at least" Kim explains the logical side of it all.

"That is something that I don't think she will like very much" Lia frowns, shaking her head as she listens to the older women.

Leah frowns and shakes her head. "A psych hold? I don't think she'll like that very much" The Swiss women tells her captain

"No, she won't but she won't have much choice if the doctors believe she's at risk of hurting herself again" Kim confesses to them as she exhales a deep sigh. "The doctors will run further assessment to determine whether they need to keep her in for longer and in the mean time, it gives us chance to talk to Jonas and the medical staff, fill them in what's happened and create a proper plan going forward" she adds in.

"And what if you determine that she needs to stay for longer than 72 hours?" Lia questions the Scots' woman.

"Then we cross that bridge when we come to it" Kim replies to the blonde as she moves to crouch down beside her.

"I know that it'll hurt to walk away and leave her here in the hospital Le, but you know as well that this is the right way, it's the only way for her to get better" Lia says honestly.

"Remember that Y/N is our family and we will always be there for her even if she will be mad at us about this" Kim adds in.

"Oh yeah, she is definitely going to be super mad about this" Leah chuckles in realisation about it.

Sure enough you would probably be mad with her, but Leah wasn't going to let you try and kill yourself again, not on her watch.

You were her family even if you were a complete pain is the ass sometimes, but you were her pain in the ass to deal with.

[aurorangen]

That I can take control of my decisions and make myself feel understood

Transcript:

Vincent: I don't want to attend this bar crawl event. It's that day today. Pam: Your mum wants you to enjoy uni life! Don't let the past and him get to you. Vincent: I'm just saying, I'd much rather keep her company.

Pam: Didn't you promise someone you'd show up? Anyway, you're already here, holding a beer. Vincent: Thanks to your persuading. I did, Renee. And this? I don't want to drink it, you gave it to me. Pam: We're blending in like everyone else! I've not met Renee yet, but what do you think of her?

Vincent: There's something about her like an instant connection, maybe because she's Charlie's cousin. And I dunno how to describe it, but I felt safe with Renee. Relaxed. I had a warm feeling inside of me. Pam: Sounds like you like her. Could be something more.

Vincent: Oh hmm that uhh [awkwardly talks] I have Nancy, but Renee…I don't even know anymore. This is embarrassing to ask, why would a girl stop texting a guy? It's close to a month. Pam: She's busy? Umm please don't hate me for saying this [quietly] maybe Nancy's moved on?

[Those were the words that hurt to hear. The longer it went on, the more believable it seemed. It was hard to move on without knowing anything…what if she was still waiting for me? Then we arrived at the next bar and there was Renee with her friends. My heart was telling me to move on. My head? The opposite]

[In the end, I went with my heart. Slowly though. Just in case I saw Nancy again. I was afraid of messing things up with her, even though I knew we were growing more detached as the days went by]

[glorious-spoon]

Ace of Hearts [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

Ace of Hearts

9600 words | Teen misunderstandings | oblivious Evan Buckley | feelings realization | friends to lovers | first kiss | not actually unrequited love | POV multiple | the poker date

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It's late enough by the time they get home that most of the lights are off, although Jee's curtains are open just enough for Maddie to see the soft kaleidoscope from her nightlight on the ceiling. Hopefully, she didn't give Buck too much trouble about settling in—or con him into letting her stay up with him past her bedtime. She's been going through a clingy phrase lately, and Buck is absolutely a sucker for his niece's big brown eyes and adorable pout.

When they get inside, though, Buck's alone on the couch, a documentary on sea mammals muted on the TV while he scrolls through his phone. He holds a finger up to his lips as they come in, so Howie shuts the door behind him and locks it with exaggerated care. Maddie slips her shoes off and drops her purse on the side table by the door before stepping into the room.

"How was she?" she whispers.

Buck laughs quietly. "Just, like, the coolest little girl in Los Angeles."

"Obviously," Howie says. "She's my daughter."

Maddie swats at him fondly, and he leans in to kiss her cheek before slipping around her to pad down the hall toward Jee's room. She watches him lean against the doorway, smiling, his tired face lit up by the soft, shifting lights, and then looks back at Buck in time to see him following her gaze with something wistful in his expression. 

"What is it?" she whispers.

Buck winces, then shakes his head with a rueful smile. "Uh, nothing. Just tired. How was the cake?"

"Expensive," Maddie says. "I don't know how I'm supposed to pick just one flavor."

"Did you at least narrow it down?"

"Umm…well, there's the vanilla with raspberry filling, the vanilla with mixed berry compote, the lemon lavender…"

"I'm holding out for the white chocolate," Howie says as he steps back into the living room. "Hey, seriously, thanks for watching her, Buck. I know it was last minute."

"Yeah, no problem. Not like I have anything else going on." There's a slightly sour note to it that Buck must hear as soon as he says it, because he makes a face, waves his hand like he's dismissing a bad smell, and pulls on a smile.

(Continue reading on AO3)

[kittenintheden]

What the heck your story replies are perfect! Umm let’s see: What if a Tav that’s still learning to read asks Astarion to read aloud some of the books she pilfered reclaimed from their latest temple exploration.

It’s porn. Very, very descriptive porn. Bonus if it’s vampire porn.

"Astarion?" Tav says quietly, poking their head around the open flap of his tent. They find him sitting cross-legged inside, his eyes scanning over the book laying open in his lap. He looks up at their inquiry and lifts his chin with a cavalier smile.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite companion," he says, voice lilting. "What can I do for you?"

Tav clears their throat and ducks inside, settling on their knees just beyond. They have a book of their own in their hands, their fingers impatiently tapping against the cover. "I wondered if you might be up for giving me another reading lesson."

He hums, tipping his own tome shut and setting it aside. "Something from that broken up old temple we found today? Give it here, let's see."

Hesitantly, they hold it out for him and he accepts it, gaze scanning the binding. He lifts a brow, then flips it open and peruses a page. Then another. He snaps it shut again.

"I don't know if this is the best book for a, ah," he says, contemplating his next words. His mouth tics up on one side as he glances them up and down. "Reading lesson."

Tav frowns. "Why not? I thought you'd be interested, given the picture on the cover."

Astarion peers down at the cover and huffs a laugh. "Well. I can certainly see why you'd think so. The resemblance is... resemblant."

It's a finely-wrought etching of two people, one swooning against the other. The figure behind supports the other about the waist with one hand, the opposite pulling their hair aside to reveal their neck. The dominant figure leans toward their throat as if for a kiss, pointed teeth showing past their lips.

Tav shrugs. "Is it too advanced? Is that why?"

Astarion gives a sharp laugh and puts his fingers in front of his mouth as if he's trying to put it back. "Erm, no, dear. I think you could puzzle through it just fine."

"Okay..." Tav says, perplexed. "Then what?'

"Bleeding Hells," he mutters, rubbing a forefinger in the space between his eyes. "Why don't you try reading the title out for me? Let's start there."

Tav takes the book back and looks at the lettering on the front. It's the Common alphabet, so not too terrible to parse, though they're still working on some of the more complex blended sounds.

"In..." they start, running their finger beneath the words and feeling the soft leather beneath. "the... Embra... Embrace?"

Astarion is leaning on one hand and he gives a patient nod.

"In the Embrace... of... the... Nig... Nig-het..."

"Night, sweet thing," Astarion says softly. "G beside H is silent."

"Right," Tav says, looking again. "So, In the Embrace of the Night... stalker."

"Try again."

Tav studies the letters again. They spot their mistake. "Nightsucker."

Astarion nods.

They look very pleased with themselves, beaming at him. "Got it! What's the problem, again?"

The vampire closes his eyes and holds his hands in prayer position in front of his lips as if he's steeling himself. He opens his scarlet eyes and moves his hands away. "Shall I read you a page or two to start? Maybe then you'll understand."

Thrilled, Tav nods and returns the tome, sitting themselves more comfortably as Astarion leafs through the pages.

"Ooooh," he says, his voice lifting. "This passage looks promising." He lowers the book in front of him so Tav can scoot around and follow along as he reads, committing symbol to sound.

Astarion's carefully kept fingernails run along the text inside, showing where he's reading. In his practiced, soothing Upper City voice, he begins to read. "A creature of the night is good for only two things: destruction or seduction. Perhaps both at once, if a person is lucky. And tonight, Yolanda is very, very lucky."

Tav subconsciously nods along, feeling a little thrill of pride every time they mentally catch the word before Astarion says it aloud. Their companion continues to read about Yolanda and her new vampiric friend, until the story takes... a bit of a turn.

"Yolanda gasps rapturously as Armondo suckles at the crease of her thigh, skin flushing as his sinful tongue laps closer and closer to the place she needs it most, to her swollen secret spot, and when at last he catches it in a languid swirl, she keens out his-"

Tav puts their hands on either side of the book over Astarion's and forces him to snap it shut, their cheeks flaming. Slowly, they turn their head to find Astarion's face very, very close, a look of deep amusement in his eye and a smirk stretching his lips.

"I have to go," Tav says. "Keep the book." Their legs aren't immediately cooperative, but when they manage to get them to respond, they scramble inelegantly for the exit. "Good night."

"Sweet dreams," Astarion calls after them, still smirking. Once they've gone, he opens the book back up to that same passage.

"What will Armondo do next, I wonder," he whispers.

After about a minute, when he's sure Tav is safely tucked away in their own tent and likely screaming into their makeshift pillow, he clears his throat and squirms, reaching down to adjust the front of his trousers. They've gone quite tight.

[teamfortraven]

Vox enjoyers... I am yet again here with food...

This is an SFW tickle fic! If you don't like it, don't read!

Summary: the reader finds out something particularly sensitive about their boss, and he has to go to certain lengths to prevent the spread of this information. AKA reader bites off more than they can chew :]

Words: 3,010.

I gasped as a set of claws wrapped tightly around my wrist, jerking it away from the circuit board I had been messing with. I was quickly forced to turn around and nervously face the man who had caught me in the middle of my operation, his figure looming over me as he practically held me off the ground by my forearm.

“Oh! Boss! You’re back from the meeting, umm, early!”

“Yes. I am.” Vox’s voice was stern, eyes narrowed at me while the brightness from his screen practically blinded me.

“I was just about to wrap up maintenance on this section, but since you’re back now, I’ll go ahead and get out of your way-” After scrambling to defend myself and gently tugging my arm down an inch to ask permission to leave, he instead yanked it even more taught into the air so I was barely standing on the tops of my feet.

“Maintenance, you say? So that’s what you’re doing in this room you strictly don’t have permission to enter?” He tugged me a little closer, studying me with a scowl. Sarcasm was woven into every word he spoke, hiding the anger swelling underneath.

“W-Well, I certainly can’t fix it like you can”, I quickly added, wincing as I stuttered,” but I just didn’t want you to have to deal with it when you returned!”

I was lightly shoved against the wall, his claws gripping my shoulder even tighter as if to squeeze the answer out of me. “Don’t lie to me”, he said quietly. “What. Were. You. Doing?” I instinctively shut my eyes and managed to avoid an attempt to hypnotize me into telling the truth, turning my head to the side.

“Not to be rude, sir, but why ask me when it’s clear you could feel what I was doing?” It was a risky thing to say, but it was either this or die by trying to come up with an excuse. The flashing light that perforated my eyelids stopped, and I slowly opened them and focused on his screen.

His eyebrows had raised for a moment, staring at me as if he were taken aback, mouth slightly agape. Then his brows furrowed yet again, squinting at me as he quietly chuckled.

“What?”

“Well, as soon as I did this…” My hand darted to the open panel and I trailed a single fingernail down the inside of the circuit. I merely glanced at him and smiled when he flinched – no, jumped – at the sudden action. “...you seemingly teleported here in order to find out what was messing with your wiring.”

Nearly cutting me off, his hand shot to my wrist in fear of my realization, but I was faster, scratching at the other side of the circuitry in quick motions with one finger. He gasped and shook, his back arching and hands balling into fists before he fell on one knee, arms wrapping around himself protectively. I held back a laugh at his dramatic reaction, earning me a glare and gritted teeth.

“Don’t.” He said unsteadily. I decided it would be funnier if I didn’t heed his warning, so I shot him a smirk with lidded eyes before I began gently spidering my fingers over the face of the circuit.

I watched in glee as he shrieked and fell backwards, puffing before falling into giggles, his eyes squeezed shut. He was clearly struggling to maintain his composure, which I didn’t like. I figured I’d mess with him a bit.

“So, this tickles, huh?” He fought to bark back at me through the endless stream of giggles exiting his speakers.

“Fuck you… and fucking stahap!” His pause to supposedly gasp for air in between each phrase only had me smiling wider, increasing the pace for a moment and watching as he threw his head back and his voice raised in pitch.

“Don’t wanna admit it? That’s okay. I guess I can see why this would be embarrassing for you.” His legs kicked out at me stubbornly, claws nearly tearing at the sides of his suit. I took a step further away from his kicking out of caution; his frustration at not having control of the situation was kind of cute.

“Hey! Don’t try to kick me! That’s not very nice.” I positioned all of my fingers at the top of the circuit before slowly dragging down, causing him to squirm even more and grip the corners of his screen.

“As soon… as I gehehet you… you’re fuhucking DEAD!” He shouted.

“All the more reason to keep exploiting this little weakness of yours…” I made eye contact with him as I slowly opened the neighboring panel, revealing yet another circuit board. I saw fear flash across his digital complexion as I merely tapped the new circuit while my other hand continued gently spidering.

“DON’T!” He yelled, lunging at me and managing to grab my ankle before I began sporadically tickling both circuits at once as fast as I could. Vox immediately fell into uncontrollable laughter, letting go of me and twisting onto his back, attempting to cover his mouth despite not having one. Pixels formed tears at the corners of his eyes as they shut tight, kicking out aimlessly as he swore and gasped.

“YOUHOU FUHUHUCKING BITCH!” It was at this point that he started glitching, some of his words almost unintelligible.

“Aw, is the big, bad overlord extra sensitive right here?” I teased, relishing in the way his screen glowed just a little brighter at my comment. As I continued, the static and glitches he was experiencing became greater, almost to the point I worried it might be painful. Finally, I let up, watching as he lay limp on the ground in a ball, twitching and giggling on occasion as he recovered.

After a good couple seconds, he fell silent and lay still, screen shielded by his claws, breathing lax. He made no other movement. Concerned, I crouched down next to him — either something was wrong or he was pissed and about to fire me.  “Sir…?” I gingerly set a hand on his shoulder.

I heard him quietly mutter something and I leaned down to hear him better. “What?”

With a terrifyingly low chuckle, he moved one of his claws to reveal his right eye and the side of his mouth; two strings of red ran down to the bottom of his screen, and black rings emitted from his pupil. He said one word.

“Run.”

Suddenly filled with adrenaline, I fell backwards and scrambled, managing to turn myself around and start booking it, tripping a few times and catching myself with my hands, pushing myself off the floor for a small boost. As I was running, it occurred to me I didn’t know which way I wanted to go; I had no idea whether he was going to kill me or if he was turning this into a game. If I headed out of the observatory and he was just messing with me, I risked making both of us look unprofessional in front of his other employees or, god forbid, one of the other Vees who were on a surprise visit to see him. If he was trying to kill me…

I made a brash decision and burst through the observatory doors as I heard a maniacal laugh split the air behind me, followed by the sound of electricity zapping. Within seconds, he materialized in front of me, causing me to force my heels into the ground and come to a screeching halt. His arms were folded behind his back and he leaned down a bit intimidatingly, chuckling in amusement at the bewildered look on my face. He slowly began taking steps towards me, forcing me to back up past the observatory doors I had just so half-hazardly barreled through seconds ago. “Going somewhere?”

“Just following orders”, I replied in nervous excitement, watching as his grin only widened.

“Oh, but when I tell you you’re not to enter the observation room unless I specifically say”, he used his electrokinesis to close the small gap between us, grabbing my wrists in either hand, “suddenly you know better?” The observation room doors slammed behind us, once again shielding us from the outside hallway where anyone could walk by as he pushed me onto the floor and straddled me, effectively trapping me.

“Well…” I desperately tried to change the subject as his clawed fingers suddenly grasped either side of my waist, causing me to squeak. “You’re not the only one who’s confused. Why didn’t you use your electrokinesis to get away when I was-“

“How ticklish are you on a scale from one to ten?” He interrupted, eyes seeming to scan me before his pupils flickered back up to mine, obviously avoiding the question.

“Wh-what?” I was caught so off guard by the question that I stuttered, shrieking as he suddenly squeezed my waist, my hands flying to grasp his wrists.

He laughed at my reaction, eyes narrowing. “Ah, ten. You really just fucked yourself, you know that?”

“I’m not… that… I was just taken by surprise!” I stared wide-eyed as he suddenly sat up a bit, seeming to process what I said. Then he laughed again, eyes crinkling shut for a moment before looking down at me.

“You’re not… that? Not what?” His eyes widened in glee. “Holy shit, can you not even say the fucking word?!”

Red dusted my features as he continued laughing at me, finding the whole situation hilarious. “I can say it just fine!” I lied defiantly. “I said it earlier, didn’t I?!”

“Oh yeah, sure, you said it earlier when you weren’t so flustered. I think your brain turned to soup when I pointed that out, though…” He tapped his screen right below his eye, indicating that I was blushing. Of course, this only made it worse, and he snickered at my reaction. “So, if you can say the word ‘just fine’, do it now. Say tickle.” He crossed his arms and waited with a knowing look.

Of course, I could only manage to stutter, testing the first syllable of the word over and over, growing more and more embarrassed. His stupid smirk only grew as more time passed, eyebrow quirking. Finally, I gave up out of frustration at being proven wrong. “Fuck you!” I chided, watching as he threw his head back and laughed.

“See? You’re such an open book! I bet even this stupid shit would get you…” I froze as he suddenly hovered both hands in front of my face, wiggling his claws. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

I squeaked and put my face in my hands, a reflex more than a conscious decision. My face felt like it was on fire at this point — how long was this fucker gonna keep bullying me for?! Everytime he laughed it felt like I was about to explode, and I jumped as I felt his hands settle on my sides again.

“You’re way too fucking fun to mess with”, he mused. “I’m not even trying!” He suddenly applied an overlay to his voice as if he were broadcasting. “Breaking news: Voxtech employee blushes so hard their face explodes!”

As I went to protest, I instead found myself sputtering and squirming as he suddenly dug his claws into my sides, attempting to push him off of me, to which he only chuckled.

“Trying to escape already? You must be reaaally sensitive, huh? Really sensitive right here?” Claw after claw dug into the area on either side, and he rapid-fire squeezed for emphasis, causing me to make a series of noises not unlike a pug, twisting and turning underneath him.

“V-Vox, wait, nohoho!” I trailed off into helpless giggles as he spidered his claws on either side of my waist, squirming around underneath him as his face lit up with delight.

“Aww, is it too much? Does it tickle that bad?” His teasing made me attempt to hide my face again, eyes squeezed shut as I attempted to muffle my giggling. I failed to keep myself quiet as he suddenly moved his hands to just beneath my ribs, causing me to shriek and grab his hands. His eyes widened in recognition, chuckling evilly.

“Oh! You’re just making this too fucking easy for me! Could you be any more obvious?!” I fell into laughter as he continued digging into the area even faster if anything, causing me to basically short-circuit as pleas began involuntarily leaving me.

“W-WAIHAIT BOSS PLEAHEASE!” I whined, unsuccessful in my attempts to cover the area, the tips of his claws managing to break through.

“Oh, what, are you just too sensitive? Can’t handle it? Is this your worst spot? Is there a worse one…?” He trailed off with lidded eyes as they started wandering before returning to my own. “How about… here?”

I nearly screeched as he dragged his claws across my stomach, hurriedly attempting to sit up. He acted quickly, pinning my legs with his own and laughing at my urgent reaction as he continued spidering across my stomach, having me hiding my face again as he briefly displayed a casino slot machine on his screen that lit up in a jackpot.

“You know, how are you still alive being this fucking ticklish? I mean, I could just tickle you to death if I wanted to. And that’s saying something given I haven’t even…” I fell into desperate hysterics as a small jolt of static electricity left his claws, creating an overwhelming tingling feeling.

“VOHOX NAHAHA!-“

“Vox, what? Vox, please keep going? Vox, I love when you tickle me? If you want me to stop, you better switch back to calling me ‘boss’ again… and start apologizing for that little stunt you pulled earlier.” My struggling only intensified as he suddenly shoved his fingers under my arms, unable to pry his claws away. “Orrr you could just keep trying to fight back. That meeting was my last one until tomorrow, so I can do this all day…”

I tried to fire back at him about earlier, but all I could do was laugh, so instead my hands moved from his wrists to the sides of his ribs, desperately spidering. He physically convulsed, gasping before giggling a bit, immediately removing his claws from me to grab my wrists. Once he had torn them away from his body, he glared down at me, clearly a bit flustered as I managed a shit-eating smirk.

“Oh, you think you’re so fucking funny, huh? You think you can get away with something like that again?” I felt my face light up as I realized how strong his grip was, my proud moment short-lived as he put both wrists into one hand and pinned them above my head. “Hoho no, you’re gonna fucking pay for that…”

I quietly gasped as the tip of every claw on his free hand pressed straight onto my ribs, unmoving. A wicked grin split across his screen, studying my reaction with playfulness that was borderline malicious. “Really? Really? You targeted me somewhere that you can’t handle yourself?” I could only wiggle around as he started tickling, showing no mercy.

“HA! You have no idea how ridiculous you look right now. Can’t do anything, huh? Just gonna twist left and right like you’re actually able to get away?” I couldn’t respond to him if I wanted to, as I had immediately fallen into hysterics, trying everything in my power to get a quip in with all the talking he was doing… If I knew anything about Vox, it was that when his pride was hurt, he felt the need to explain himself to heaven and back. Once he had monologued for a bit, he let up slightly – just enough that I could form words again.

“Okay OKAY BOSS I’M SOHOHORRY!” He rolled his eyes with a smirk, voice lowering from the practical shout he had been using this entire time.

“Want me to stop? I don’t know~ there’s plenty of other spots I haven’t explored yet…” I fell into uncontrollable giggles as he gently spidered across the sides of my neck, blushing furiously. “Oh, really sensitive here, huh? I wonder if I tease you some more if your face will get even redder than it already is…” It did, in fact, get redder after he said that.

“BOSS PLEAHEAHEASE! TOO MUHUCH!” Tears were forming at the corners of my eyes as I desperately turned my head this way and that, his claws jumping to the other side as I attempted to defend myself.

Finally, he sighed, sitting back and letting my wrists go. He stayed on top of me, however, watching with his arms crossed as I regained my breath, hiding my face as it began returning to its normal color.

“Cute.” My eyes shot to his, unsure if I heard him right. I didn’t have time to ask him, however, as he quickly stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up next to him.

“Well, that was… fun. And just as a reminder…” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

“If you ever tell anyone about your little… discovery…” He poked me in the ribs as emphasis before whispering right into my ear. “I’m going to wreck you so badly that the mere sight of these claws”, he wiggled them in front of my face threateningly, “will have you blushing so hard that you faint.” We stood still like that for a moment, as if he wanted to make sure I processed what he said, before he suddenly let go of me.

“Alright, get out of here, and if anyone asks, you were laughing because I’m just that fucking hilarious, got it?”

“Y-yes, sir”, I nervously agreed before he shot one last smile at me and turned, walking to his console. I left the observatory still a flustered mess, fiddling with my hands as I questioned if any of that even happened. I knew one thing for certain: the very next day I was doing that again.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Movie Blu-ray SS

Title: I Went To the Mutlaq Caravan After the Incident… Author: Yamaguchi Satoru Source: Hamefura Movie Blu-ray booklet Synopsis: Katarina visits the caravan after the incident to see how everyone is doing. Translation: maboroshi-no

I Went To the Mutlaq Caravan After the Incident…

I, Katarina Claes, had come to the Mutlaq caravan today. A while had passed since the Mutlaq sacred beast's rampaging incident, but after hearing that the caravan people were still busy with the aftermath, I wondered how they were doing and secretly came to see them.

Qumiit: Oh, it's you, Katarina.

As I approached the tents and looked for the caravan people, I was called out from behind. When I turned around, it was a familiar face.

Katarina: Qumiit! Have you been well? I heard you still had lots of work, so I wanted to know if I could help in any way.

Qumiit: Everyone is doing great. The repairs are taking time, but there's nothing bad enough to ask for help. Thanks for asking. More importantly, I was about to take a break, so come with me.

Before I could reply, Qumitt grabbed my hand and started running.

Qumiit: Hey everyone, I've brought a guest.

After slipping inside a tent, Qumiit called out to everyone. They were sitting on sheets and preparing tea.

Nashiit / Haati: Wah, Katarina! 

Alqus: Miss Katarina!

The twins Nashiit and Haati were wide-eyed, and Alqus was wide-mouthed.

Qumiit: She came here wondering if there was anything she could help with, but since there isn't at the moment, I invited her to our break.

Qumiit grinned again. Then the caravan leader quietly came forward, and…

Caravan Leader: Miss Katarina, I just can't thank you enough. Sincerely, thank you.

After saying this, he bowed his head. I flusteredly shook my hand.

Katarina: No, I didn't do anything.

It was because my friends, Aaqil, and the caravan people worked hard that the incident was resolved. Even though I said this, the caravan leader smiled and said "Thank you" again while bowing his head. 

Caravan Leader: Aaqil will return in just a little while so please eat some sweets while waiting for him.

I took the caravan leader at his words and started enjoying tea and sweets with everyone.

Qumiit: Go on and eat. This won't be enough to repay our debt, though.

Qumiit encouraged me to have sweets.

Katarina: Umm, like I told Mr. Caravan Leader, I didn't do anything.

Qumiit: No, without you, I would have stayed oblivious to Aaqil's real intentions. I swear, that guy just won't say the most important things.

Qumiit grumbled. I told him,

Katarina: Aaqil just wanted to protect you and everyone. Now, he'll probably talk to you about anything.

After I said this,

Qumiit: I know that, but… you're right. Now, he won't hide anything. Alright, I'll ask him all kinds of personal stuff!

Qumiit said this and made a mischievous smile. Aaqil arrived just at that moment. After noticing I was here, he made a surprised face just like everyone did, then...

Katarina: Aaqil, have you been well?

When I asked this, Aaqil bashfully said yes.

Qumiit: …and so, I was thinking of having more candid talks with you, Aaqil.

Qumiit briefly explained the conversation we had earlier, then asked with a wide grin...

Qumiit: Aaqil, what kind of girls are your type?

I was surprised to hear Qumiit bring up love gossip. Aaqil was also wide-eyed.

Qumiit: You didn't seem to have that kind of time until now, so this talk never really came up. But I'm really curious about your type and stuff!

Indeed, considering Aaqil's circumstances until now, he probably didn't have the time to fall in love. But Aaqil was free now, so he could.

Qumiit: And so, what kind of girls are your type?

Qumiit asked this with a grinning face and Aaqil blushed. If I remember correctly, the heroine of the game was the bright and curious kind. So that was his type? I was also curious, so...

Katarina: What kind of girls are your type?

When I asked the same question as Qumitt, Aaqil's face turned even redder, maybe because he was embarrassed.

Aaqil: N-No, I…

I watched Aaqil and waited for his next words. But the bright red Aaqil could only open his mouth without being able to utter a word.

Qumiit: Aaqil, you can at least tell us your type!

When Qumiit said this with a grinning face, Aaqil suddenly raised his eyebrows and spoke.

Aaqil: And what about you? I know you secretly bought a necklace when you went shopping in town. When will you give it?

Qumiit: H-How do you know that?!

This time, it was Qumiit who was startled and flustered. Then the two of them started fighting about something.

Katarina: So you went shopping in a Sorcier town?

When I asked this innocent question, Nashiit answered me with a smile.

Nashiit: Yes. After all, the King is not taking our money anymore. We went shopping for necessities and stuff. And then, we were told we could buy something we liked. Look!

After saying this, Nashiit took out a bird plush toy that fitted in the hand. When I inadvertently let out "Cute!", Nashiit grinned.

Nashiit: It was love at first sight so I bought it. I'm so happy since I never had anything that was only mine before.

He said this while hugging the plush toy. Looking at Nashiit, Haati sitting next to him cooly said this.

Haati: You're happy just from buying that? What a kid.

After he did, Nashiit made a malicious smile, and…

Nashiit: Like you can talk. You've secretly bought one in a different color and you sleep with it!

...said this. Haati turned bright red and started repeatedly hitting him.

Alqus: As for me, I've bought this bracelet.

Alqus bashfully said this while showing me the bracelet around her arm. 

With most of their earnings taken by the King, the caravan had no money to buy superfluous things and the members mostly had no personal belongings. Thank goodness they were free now. As I was sipping tea with Alqus while feeling warm and fluffy, Aaqil and Qumiit quickly came to us. 

Qumiit: Alqus, I give you this. You were hesitating between the bracelet and this necklace, right? There wasn't anything I particularly wanted, so…

After saying this, he quickly handed the necklace to Alqus.

Alqus: Huh? Th-Thank you.

Alqus accepted it with a bright red face. Qumiit's face turned even redder.

So there was that kind of thing between them? When I turned my eyes to Aaqil, he told me in a low voice,

Aaqil: Everyone in the caravan has noticed, but those two are not making much progress.

How lovely. As I inadvertently smiled, Aaqil…

Aaqil: Thank you, really. This happiness is because of you.

..He said.

Katarina: Please, it's because you and everyone worked hard, don't you think? Hopefully, you'll have more and more happiness coming around.

After I said this, Aaqil made such a happy smile.

[gingerjolover]

You're Losing Me - Part 3

Warnings: RPF, angsty + sad, desperate!naomi, neglectful!naomi?, issues in relationship, fighting?

g's notes: surprise shawtayyyy - also sorry this is late, i went out drinking on sat and then was watching the SuperBowl (congrats to kylie kelce's husband's brother ig)

also barely edited but i will be going in tomorrow or the next day to redo allll of my tags, make a tags post, and edit my fics <3

Naomi, sitting at the computer practically steaming with annoyance, is completely oblivious to you waiting outside. They feel stress regarding the fight, that much is obvious, but also a little bit of a sunk-cost fallacy regarding the work they need to get done. Plus, there's a small part of them that believes this will blow over quickly, maybe spending a night apart will be good for the two of you.

So they keep working, feeling a little bad about it, reflecting on how they could've controlled their anger, trying to convince themselves that the defeat in your eyes was nothing more than exhaustion. Slowly, Naomi starts to feel slight resentment, how could you just leave, yeah they agree that space is great but was it the most mature decision coming from you?

After a while, Naomi's resentment begins to simmer down, replaced with a mix of remorse and confusion for what just happened. They realize that they didn't even acknowledge you or your feelings and that it's too late to fix their mistake, wishing they could have extended even a sliver of patience with you.

"Dammit," they say quietly to themselves.

They take a deep breath and continue to work on their computer for a while, but their focus is beginning to fade. They start to feel like their work isn't as important as they are making it out to be; maybe it never has been, and they want to fix their relationship first.

Naomi goes to check your location, seeing that you're not even halfway to Jo and Kelli’s, and it confuses them. Didn’t you leave right after they went inside? Or were you waiting for them to come back out? Did something happen to you on your drive? It’s been over an hour since Naomi started working again. Worry sinks down in Naomi's stomach, settling like a rock.

Naomi wouldn't be able to live with themselves if something happened to you, so they don't even text Jo or Kelli and move to call you. Leaning against the doors of their office, the repetitive rings while they wait for you to answer, causing their heart rate to speed up, the nerves of the unknown and the potential ramifications of this coming-to-head boiling inside them.

Their mouth is a bit dry and they are struggling to control their breathing, wishing that you'd would just pick up the line.

“Yes, Naomi,” you answer deadpan, so unlike your usual sweet, bubbly, and loving greetings, your voice lacks emotion. Naomi cringes at the volume of your voice but can hear the sounds of the road beneath your tires and that you're using Bluetooth in your car.

How you answer the phone sets Naomi's heart racing just a bit more. They feel the guilt weighing on their chest again, like a heavy animal, giving no reprieve or time to get air into their lungs.

"Hey…" they say quietly, "…can we…umm…talk this out? Because this feels…"Naomi stutters, struggling to find the right words to say.

"…bad," they finally breathe out.

“This…feels— bad?” you ask, almost a little confused, tone still defeated and annoyed.

Naomi bites their lip as they hear your response, the confusion and annoyance in your voice evident at their simplistic answer.

They close their eyes and take a deep breath, trying to compose themselves.

"No, no, this isn't just bad…it's like, a train wreck," they finally say, starting to get slightly frustrated again. "This fight is...the biggest one we've had in, I don't know how long... maybe ever. We haven't even had a small one in forever. You and I are always on the same page."

There's a pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you breathing, the sounds of the road accompanying your deep breaths.

“Do you still love me?” you ask quietly, voice insecure and small.

Naomi feels like they just got punched in the mouth. The shock and hurt that pairs with the realization that this isn’t just a fight rocks Naomi to their core. Had their actions pushed you so far that you think this might be over? That Naomi might not love you anymore?

Naomi feels the air sucked out of their lungs, their skin feels like it’s on fire. You are everything. There’s nothing without you and nothing Naomi wouldn’t do for you. They want you to be their wife, the mother of their children (still undecided about that), and their life partner. Naomi never wants you to doubt their love for you and yet, here you are asking exactly that.

Naomi's heart shatters as your tone makes them realize how far this has gone.

"Yes, of course, I love you," they say, sounding a little angry and confused at how you could question that. "Why are you asking me that? How could you ask me that?"

Naomi feels their heart race at this moment, confused about how this suddenly turned so serious. How could you go from not wanting to talk to them to questioning the very nature of their love in an hour?

“But are you in love with me? Do you wanna still be with me?” You ask, voice shaky and a little crackly over the Bluetooth in you car.

"Yes!" Naomi says, their voice raised slightly. "W-what is going on right now?!" they ask. "Of course, I'm still in love with you! What the hell is this? Please let me know why you're thinking about these things." They pause for a moment, starting to feel a little bit hurt by your question.

There's another pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you stutter, like you want to say something but cant find the words. They can visualize it now, your jaw slack, eyes wide and doe-like, trying to find a way to communicate, and even after the devastating blow that was your questions, Naomi feels nothing but annoyance.

"I am not the one making this harder than it should be…" they mutter.

“Because of that! Why are you so angry with me all the time? Why can’t I spend 5 minutes with you when you’re not talking about MUNA or on your phone or computer? Why can Kelli and Jo go and do things? Why can Katie go on vacation? Why can't you and I do those things? Why are we struggling to be on the same page? What about me makes it so difficult for you to give me time when I’m telling you how I’m feeling?” you ask in a slight, passionate tone laced with hurt.

Naomi stops talking as you start going off, trying to process what you're saying.

You're speaking only facts, things Naomi had denied before but now realizes might actually be true. Naomi never intended for you to feel like this. Naomi has always preached about a work-life balance, never wanting to be blinded by the work they do, so much so that they forget how to be a good partner. And even though you're right, they feel caught off guard, feeling like you're angry at them for something that, at least in Naomi's mind, was done unintentionally.

"I…" they begin to say. "I…don't know."

“Is it me? Is something wrong with me?” you ask, Naomi’s heart cracking into a million pieces.

If there was a question that would shatter Naomi's heart right now, that was it.

"No, no no no! Nothing is wrong with you," they say quickly.

Their words seem to be doing little to soothe your feelings, and for a second, they realize that this "fight" might actually be the beginning of an end.

"It's not you…" they start to say. "I mean it's…it's…" they feel a lump in their throat as they start not knowing what to say anymore.

“If it’s not me, then I— I can’t understand why everyone gets your time but me,” you say, tone defeated and sad, voice so small and unsure of yourself, humiliated that you're allowing yourself to sound like this.

Naomi feels a tidal wave of guilt wash over them after hearing your voice, knowing it's killing you inside to feel so small and like you need to beg for attention. Naomi paces, suddenly feeling anxious at the realization that they are truly the villain, pushing you back into the feelings you had in your childhood, having always promised to be better than what you had before.

"Please, sweetheart, it's not like that, you know that," they say, sounding desperately like they are trying to find the right thing to say to make you feel better.

"I've just…been stressed and overwhelmed and, yeah it doesn't give me the right to ignore you like I have, but it's…but it's not personal. I just…." they trail off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. They're starting to feel defeated and confused themselves, not knowing why they've acted the way they have.

You sniffle softly, Naomi's eyes squeezing shut, their fingers pinching the bridge of their nose as they hear you cry softly.

"I didn't mean to fight with you," they manage to say quietly.

Naomi feels lost now, the feeling of remorse and guilt taking over their body again. They don't want this; they want to fix things, to work it out.

“I’m tired Nomi,” you say softly, tone defeated and exhausted. The pet name for Naomi sent a dagger through their heart, the name usually used in between kisses or giggles, sounding sweet and soft from your lips sounds drained now.

They can hear how defeated and tired you sound and know that they've done something terribly wrong. But they're just unsure of what to do to remedy the situation right now.

"Maybe we just need some sleep, and when we are recharged and rested, we can..." they suggest quietly.

“I’m tired,” you say, cutting them off, voice soft but definitive.

Naomi's blood runs cold. Tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of begging for normalcy, and regular conversation. Tired of being ignored or forgotten about. Tired.

"I…I know you're tired, honey," Naomi chokes up, sitting down on the couch, elbows resting on their knees.

"I'm sorry..." they start, breathing out, "I- you don't deserve to feel this tired, can we... do you want to talk about this after you get some rest? Are you almost at Jo's?" Noami asks softly, defeat lacing their words.

“Yeah...will you have time?” you ask, snark missing from your voice genuinely asking.

"Yes!" Naomi says quickly. "Of course, I'll have time to talk to you, whenever you want, I'm not doing anything else important."

Naomi pauses momentarily, feeling more confused by your question.

"Did you think I'd tell you no?" they ask.

“…Yes?” you respond softly, pulling into Jo and Kelli's driveway.

Naomi is stunned to hear that answer. They're speechless for a second, not sure of how to respond. Earlier when you asked it was snarky, this was a genuine question... had Naomi really proven to be so dismissive?

"Honey…you know that I don't think of you as a distraction that I need to get rid of?" they ask, with a tinge of sadness and frustration in their tone.

"…you know you're my favorite person in the whole world, right?" they ask with no snark in their voice, just genuine concern and confusion.

“I... it just hasn’t felt that way for the last few weeks…” you respond, staring at Jo and Kelli's front door, deciding its now or never, the opportunity has presented itself to have a real conversation about this.

Naomi is quiet for a moment. "…has it been that long?" they ask quietly.

This is beginning to hit Naomi harder and harder the deeper this conversation gets. You've been trying to communicate with them, and Naomi hasn't been listening, not really. Half listening at best.

"Are you saying you haven't felt like my favorite person for a few weeks?" they ask curiously, shame in their words.

“Naomi it’s been like a month,” you say softly, voice muffled. Naomi can practically visualize you running your hands over your face in frustration like you do.

Naomi's heart drops. A month…so this has been building up for longer than they realized. They feel their skin start to heat up. You've felt upset and neglected for a month, and Naomi didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god…" they groan. "…What the hell have I been doing?"

That question is more rhetorical than anything, but it's like it escaped, the utter stupidity that Noami feels is escaping out of every pore. "You've been trying to talk to me about this, and I've been…ignoring you…"

“Not so much ignoring but… distracted yeah… and I get it, I’m not… I’m not asking you to put me above MUNA; I know how much you love the band, and I would never ask you to choose. I just feel like,… what’s the point anymore? I’m practically begging you to pay attention to me,” you say, verbalizing the very thoughts Naomi had gathered in the last 15 minutes of this conversation.

They have spent so much time focused on their work and on the band's new album, and not nearly enough time putting it aside to give you the attention, love, and reassurance that you deserve in a partnership.

"You feel…like you're begging for my attention…?" they ask quietly. "Is…that really how you feel?"

“I mean I left the house today and you got mad and it’s like… you were supposed to come with me… we had plans, I— Emilia’s baby shower was today, and you just—“ you stammer, overwhelmed by the bluntness of this interaction.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they think about that. "Emilia's baby shower was today…? Honey, you didn't tell me, did you?" Naomi's voice is filled with confusion and guilt. "Why didn't you tell me you needed me to go with you to this?"

“Naomi, I did, multiple times I mean you even asked me why I was dressed up this morning before we fought. It was in the goddamn calendar! I shouldn't have to ask you to go to events with me!” you say, voice riddled with annoyance and a defensiveness that surprises Naomi.

Naomi feels what's left of their heart drop into their stomach. "I…I don't…remember you telling me…" They take a deep breath, trying to process that information. How did they not remember you were going to a baby shower this morning? Of course, that's why you were dressed up all pretty and holding a gift bag. And it was for Emilia, your close friend, not just some acquaintance.

"God, what…what is wrong with me…" they say, sounding like they're fighting the urge to cry.

“Because I talk and you don’t listen, this is what I’ve been trying to say. It’s why I’m questioning if you even want this anymore! You’ve never been like this, and if there’s something deeper you need to tell me, I can’t keep doing this,” you say with finality.

Naomi starts to tear up, their heart filled with shame as they listen to you talk. You're telling Naomi something they already know in their heart; they just didn't want to fully accept that they hadn't been fully present in the relationship.

"That's…not…I want this, honey …" they whisper. They feel like they're struggling to get the words out, like climbing out of a burning house, trying to save what's inside. "You're my best friend…you're the love of my life, and I want this more than anything…"

They pause momentarily, letting these words sink in for both of you.

“Then fucking act like it!” you exclaim, finally fed up. “I’ve been with you through two album productions and releases, and we haven’t had this issue, so if I’m not the problem and it really is the album and you are so overwhelmed fucking ask Katie and Jo to help you and act like you want to marry me,” you say, definitiveness in your voice, leaving nothing unsaid.

Naomi feels their heart sink even further as they hear how you are talking to them right now. And you're right. Naomi knows you're right, they hadn't been present or attentive or caring, but hearing you express it so pointedly this way still hurts.

"I…I want to marry you." Their voice falters and breaks as they say this, their sadness and shame coming through loudly in their tone. "I do."

“Okay,” you breathe out, unsure where to go from here.

Unbeknownst to Naomi, Kelli sees you sitting in the driveway, opening the door and waving with a sad smile.

“Look um, Kelli just opened the door so— I’m going to go in…”

Naomi feels the spot where their heart used to be pulse, feeling like something is crawling up their throat, struggling to breathe. They want to fix this right now, they need to.

"Can you talk for a second longer, please? I know you probably need some space, but I'm starting to realize how little I've given you these last few weeks…" their voice is filled with sadness and guilt. "Please…can we talk about this in person?" they ask quietly, not even caring how desperate they sound.

It takes everything in Naomi to try and mask the disappointment they're feeling, knowing that they wanted more time to fix this problem that they've caused.

"It's getting late I- I'm tired, I'm not driving back to the house now," you explain softly, rubbing your face.

"Right, yeah... no I get it," Naomi mumbles, wiping their eyes.

There's a long pause, the only sounds that can be heard are breathing from each other.

"I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, I do love you…I love you more than anything, honey" they say softly.

“I know, Nomi."

Naomi feels like they're on fire. Your response doesn't contain you saying "i love you" back. Naomi is quiet for a minute, digesting everything you've talked about. They start to notice how quiet the line has become and wonder if you've hung up.

"Are you still there?" they ask quietly.

“Yeah."

"Can…can you do me a favor then, please?" Naomi says quietly, their voice sounding small and vulnerable.

"Can you just…tell me that you love me?" they ask.

“Naomi—“ you start before Naomi cuts you off, really needing to hear that you love them, even if they don’t deserve it.

"Just…just say it, please," they plead, their voice small and full of anxiety; sharp intakes of breath are doing nothing to halt the turbulence in Naomi's chest.

“Naomi, take a deep breath,” you say delicately; Naomi can hear shuffling and the car door slamming as you get out of your car. Naomi takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm in this moment,

"Please say that you still love me," they beg gingerly.

“Naomi, I love you, I do… okay? I wouldn’t have gotten this upset if I didn’t," you respond tenderly, leaning against your car.

"Are you wearing your ring?" Naomi whispers.

"I’m still wearing my ring; please take a deep breath,” you say gently.

Naomi feels their heart soften a little after hearing you say those words. The guilt creeps in when they realize that even after hurting you, you're still comforting them. They hate how confident it makes them to know you're still wearing your ring. They feel terrible about this whole thing and about how much they've hurt you, but you wearing your ring gives them hope that this is something they can come back from.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so so sorry. I'm sorry I've been…distancing myself like this, honey…it's not right. Can you…can you forgive me?" Naomi asks quietly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, Naomi, okay?” you say, walking towards the front door. Kelli's eyes are full of empathy, staring you down. Jo stands behind her, furrowing her brows at your tear-stained face.

Naomi stays silent, feeling like a creep for trying to hear your surroundings, hating that youre at Jo and Kelli's instead of home with them.

"Tomorrow, okay. I love you," they say quietly, wanting to hear those words from you again before hanging up.

“Tomorrow… try to get some sleep,” you say, knowing Naomi probably won't sleep, the same as you.

"I will," Naomi says quietly, hoping they sound convincing, wincing when they realize you've always been able to see right through them. "…can I call you tomorrow or should I just wait for you to call me?" they ask nimbly.

“I’ll come home after work; how does that sound?” you ask, voice light and delicate now that you're in the comfort of your friends' home.

Naomi feels a wave of relief washes over her at the thought of getting to fix this face-to-face tomorrow. "Yes, okay, that sounds great; okay, goodnight," they say quietly, ready to hang up before something crosses their mind. "Oh, um, one more thing…" they feel the weight of the impending question on their chest.

"How was the baby shower?" they ask, ashamed.

You sigh softly. Naomi can see how you rub your eyes when you sigh in their mind. “It was— it was good, yeah… Emilia missed you, I— I covered for you, told her you were busy… I think you would’ve enjoyed it,” you say tenderly, trying not to add on to the growing list of grievances.

"Oh…"Naomi suddenly feels a flash of guilt hit them as you mention how Emilia missed them. They hate the thought of that.

"I'm sorry I missed that, and I'm really sorry that you had to explain my absence," they stutter, apologetic and guilty. "What did you tell her…about why I wasn't there? Just…busy, or did you say anything more than that?"

“Naomi, I’ll— we can talk tomorrow, yeah? When I get back to the house, I— I gotta go,” you say softly, Jo and Kelli's concerned faces watching you as you hold your head in your hands, trying to stop yourself from crying.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they realize you're trying to get off the phone. "Okay…yeah. Okay, that's fine…we'll talk tomorrow." There's hurt in their voice as they say this; they hate sleeping tonight without fixing this. The thought of not sleeping in the same bed makes Naomi nauseated. The worst part is that Naomi is why you're not curled up in your shared bed right now.

"Okay, goodnight, I- I love you...so much," they say genuinely, words cracking.

“Goodnight,” you whisper right before you hang up.

Naomi stares blankly for a minute, trying to calm down and compose themselves. Their heart feels like it was ripped out, and knowing that you probably feel worse makes it feel like it's being stomped on. They can't believe how they've treated you the last few weeks, the missed calls and dates, the lack of communication, the whole co-existing in the same house like roommates is too much for Naomi to think about without spiraling. All they want to do is hold you and tell you how sorry they are. But they know you aren't in the mood for that; you want some space, and Naomi plans to respect that.

As they crawl into bed later that night, your cat and dog occupying the space that is yours, Naomi lets themselves cry, before shaking it off and coming up with a plan to get you back and be the best partner they can be.

[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 9

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Laying in Joel’s arms all night until the sun came up was perfection, to say the least. I had never been the type to be clingy or fall hard for a guy; but I knew this was the exception. If Joel wanted all my time and attention, I would gladly give it to him.

When I stirred in the early morning hours with the peak of the sun through the blinds, I heard Joel clear his throat beside me.

“What time is it?” I whispered, though it was the least of my concerns. As he cuddled me close to his body, face-to-face, I smiled and all of a sudden didn’t care about my question.

“A little after six,” he said quietly back. A second later his lips pressed against mine and all of the events of the night before played through my mind like a movie. Joel’s hand traveled the length of my bare back and rested on my hip. “Are you an early morning girl?”

I smiled against his lips and we laughed together. “I am.” I sighed and accepted another kiss, “You seem like an early riser.”

Joel laughed a little louder, “I am.” He echoed, pulling up at the back of my leg as I let it hook around the top of his. I was lost in him already. He knew exactly what he was doing and I allowed myself the morning to get lost in my time with him.

As I pulled on the laces of my sneakers with one foot on the bottom step of the staircase, Sandra was eying me as she tied a bandana around her head in preparation for the morning hike. I smirked to myself and she finally giggled.

“Are you going to come out with it or are you going to make me pry?” She asked with a laugh, toying with her bouncy girls.

“I don't know what you're talking about?” I joked.

“You know the windows were open, right?”

I glanced up and stared at her with my mouth half open and Sandra began to laugh a little louder.

“I'm kidding,” she claimed. “We didn't hear anything.”

I swatted her on the arm.

“So did you..” Sandra began but abruptly changed the course of her sentence when her eyes landed on Joel, who casually appeared at the top of the staircase and began his descent down. “Did you eat breakfast yet?”

“I'm probably just going to have a couple pieces of toast,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Like..” Sandra smirked, “.. one piece on top of the other all lathered in butter or just plain side by side?”

I snickered at first and then couldn't help but let out on a full blown laugh. “Umm..” My eyes lifted to meet Joel’s who was fighting hard to suppress a grin as he reached the bottom of the stairwell, pulling a baseball hat on.

Damn he looks good.

“Morning ladies,” he addressed us.

“Good morning Mr. Miller,” Sandra said with a nod, smiling big.

“Morning,” I echoed.

“Ready to learn the walking trails around here?” He asked, “Maybe get an early morning jog in?”

“Walking trails, yes,” Sandra told him enthusiastically. “Running? Not so much.”

“She's just worried us men will show up the girls,” Ted joked, entering the conversation as he crossed his bony arms across his chest.

“You know I can probably beat you up, Ted?” Sandra claimed.

“Promise?” He wiggled his eyebrows and made her laugh.

“Has anyone seen Annie?” Joel asked, glancing around the open floor plan of the bottom floor where everyone else was scattered about.

Jeff wandered toward the window and glanced outside with his hands on his hips. “Her car’s not there.”

“Did she join you at the fire last night?”

Jeff and Sandra looked at one another and shook their heads.

“We saw her come inside,” Ted said, nudging Sandra, “Remember?”

“Yeah we called her name because we saw someone take the stairs onto the porch and go inside. But she must not have heard us.”

“Hmm..” Joel glanced up the stairs and then joined Jeff by the window. “Maybe she went to pick up some more food and supplies for the kitchen. I know that was her concern last night when she went out to the dining hall.”

“Should we walk by it on our hike?” I asked him. “Make sure things are okay?”

Joel nodded. “I'm sure everything’s fine.”

“You didn't hear her come in last night, boss?” Ted asked.

Joel's eyes briefly met mine and he shook his head. “No.”

“That wasn't until after ten,” Teri choked in from where she sat on the couch, toying with her phone.

“Yeah, you were probably asleep,” Sandra added, maintaining an extra second of eye contact with him. The corner of her mouth tipped up in a little half-smirk.

“It was a long day,” Joel explained.

“I'm going to grab a couple bottles of water,” I said, vacating the area and feeling Sandra at my heels as we made our way to the refrigerator.

Joel looked at his watch. “Five minutes. Let's meet out front. Oh and.. no wandering over to the old Camp Blood.” He cleared his throat and Jeff made a guilty face.

Sandra looked over her shoulder with a smile and rolled her eyes. “I wouldn't want to miss dessert.”

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R U Mine?

Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

-no fnaf in this timeline-

Shorter than usual sorry

The clouds outside suggested a thunder storm later on. There had been a lot of rain here lately anyways. I headed up the small walk way to Mikes home. Knocking ever so lightly.

Mike opened the door. His black hoodie and jeans on. His brown hair ruffled ever so slightly. “Hey come in.” His voice gave way that he was sleeping before I arrived.

I stepped inside and looked around as he closed the door. He was being quiet so I assume Abby was also asleep. Rain had that tempting sound to make anyone wanna fall asleep. Mike sure looked like he needed a good nap. Not in a bad way it’s just.. I always notice the bags under his eyes.

“You been doing okay?” He shot me a question as he walked to his couch to have a seat. I followed after and sat down beside him. A little too close this time. I felt our arms brush. I didn’t give much of a reaction just leaned away. But I could see the blush on Mikes face.

“Yeah I’ve been good. What about you?” I asked softly turning my head to him. He looked down at his lap before turning his head to meet my gaze. “I’ve been.. okay.” He answered as honestly as he could.

A small smile displayed on my face. I knew how hard he worked at this mall security job. How he tried his best to keep Abby. I was only the baby sitter but me and Mike had become friends. I would hope so at least. I’ve been watching Abby for about 6 months now.

“You know if you have a day off and just wanna sleep I can take Abby to my apartment. You need to sleep sometime Mike.” I patted his hand. I could feel him hesitate on wether to pull it away or not. Surprisingly he let it stay. Giving me a thankful look. His brown eyes were cloudy with stress, worry and other emotions.

“I’m here for you Mike. You don’t gotta be afraid to ask for help.” I whisper softly giving him a kind look. In turn seeing his face once again grow a darker shade of red. “Yeah.. thanks.” Was the only answer I got. I could see he was getting nervous. For what? I had no clue.

He leaned away from me and sighed. He didn’t move his hand though. Mine still sitting on top of his. He kept his there. Until Abby came out that’s when he moved it. That’s also when he said good bye. He was off to work. I just hoped he could drive safely in the rain.

——

It wasn’t unusual for Mike to call. He did it every once in a while. To say a shift of his has changed or that he needed you to come by early. Tonight was different. It was about 9 pm. Why is he calling?

I got up and answered my phone. Leaning against the wall and played with the coiled wire.

“Hello..?” I could hear Mikes disheveled voice on the other end. Was he crying?

“Hey Mike, everything okay?” Concern laced my voice.

“Umm.. no. Could you.. could you come over? Please..” he whispered. He must not want Abby to hear him. Which broke my heart more. How he tried to cover up his pain so his sister doesn’t see..

“Yeah I’ll be over in a few.” My answer was quick. I hung up the phone before he could say good bye. I put on my shoes and quickly rushed to my car. Driving the 5 minutes it took to get to Mikes house.

/

I make it to his house and slowly walk up to the front door. Before I could knock it swings open. Mike standing in-front of me. Sure enough. There were tears in his eyes. “Mike is everything okay?” I asked searching his face for any clues as to why he was like this. “Can you just.. come in?” He asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I nodded and stepped inside. He closed the door and headed to the couch. Sitting down and letting his head lean back. I sat beside him. Closer this time. Our thighs touching, arms brushed against each other and shoulders close. He closed his eyes and softly cried.

For reasons unknown to me. He sobbed quietly. I slowly pulled him towards me. Saying it’s okay softly and pulling into a hug. He slowly accepted and wrapped his arms around me. His face landed in the crook of my neck. I could feel his tears hit my skin.

“Why are you crying Mike?” I ask quietly as I rub his back in a circular motion. “I keep having those dreams..” He said between sobs. Those dreams about his brother. You knew of them. How he used nature noises to sleep. How every-time he’d dream of Garret he was unsuccessful in saving him.

“I’m never gonna find out who did this to him.. I’m a failure and a terrible brother..” he squeezed me tighter. I almost forgot how muscular he truly was. Till now.

“You’re not a failure Mike. I know you’re not a terrible brother. Abby thinks you’re great. What happened with Garret was not your fault.” I soothed him. Slowly running hand up. Grazing it through his brown hair. He let out a small sigh. Leaning his head back to look at me.

“Thank you..” he whispered and stared at me. Debating on something. Was he going to say something else? His eyes displayed a fight in his mind. Of what I had no clue again. He was so difficult to read.

“Wanna know something funny?” He asked finally in such a strangely serious way. I nodded in response. “When I’m at work. It’s the last place I wanna be. I think about coming home and seeing you. Playing with Abby. Having fun. Cooking dinner. How that’s all I want.” He stared at me. His eyes having a admiring look.. why?

“What do you mean Mike..?” I ask softly. When did he get so close to my face?

“I’ve been wanting to ask you this for ever now.. our glances. Our hand touching. Sitting too close on the couch… how you ask to come over on Saturdays to play with Abby and they end with us watching a movie together..” he went on. Pooling out his emotions. His face was red. The tears had dried up mostly. “You comfort me and you make me feel.. something. Something I’ve been afraid of feeling for someone else..” he leaned closer. So close I could feel his breath.

“Are you mine?” He asked so quietly. His voice filled with sadness, heartache, and fear. He was scared. Scared of my reply. Scared this would be the end of the road. Not only would he lose a friend, his sisters friend, his baby sitter, but also the only person who’s made him feel happiness in a long time.

“You got me Mike.” I whispered softly. His lips sealed my reply with a kiss. Surprisingly his lips were soft. I titled my head a little. His right hand slid up to cup my cheek. Pulling me closer. The kiss wasn’t like any I’ve had before. This was a hungry kiss. From someone who’s never had this feeling. The pull he had on me was something else. The kiss became more urgent as it went on.

Everytime we’d pull away to breathe he’d pull me right back in. His lips moving in sync with mine. Before I knew it I was on his lap. Making out with him and running my hands through his hair.

The worries of his dreams, rent, custody battle, and work left him. He was in the place he wanted to me. With the one girl he wanted to be with. He deserved these few minutes of pure bliss.

Our lips unconnected and we stared at each other. Eyes lingering.

“Are you just mine tonight..? Or are you mine?” He asked this question in such a way it sent butterflies to my stomach. He was doubting this was real. But his voice was so low and his eyes were needy. He needed my reply to be a yes.

“I’m yours.” My simple reply gave him all he needed to kiss me again.

[whumpsoda]

What would happen if the Sleepy Thrall got sick and needed medical attention?

-- @oliversrarebooks

WOHEO Masterlist So here’s like. My fifth? writing post of the past week… I’m just on the writing grind :3

cw: sickfic, pet whump, multiple whumpers & whumpees, vampire whumpers, captivity hypnotised/brainwashed whumpees

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“Mal…ak?” 

Nevan delicately poked his head inside the dimly lit room, the tall, wooden door creaking along. 

His vision took a moment to settle into the darkness as he looked toward the thrall’s shared mattress placed beside the vampire’s luxurious bed, fully expecting Malak to be seated atop it. 

Strangely, he was not.

“Malak?” Nevan called again softly, turning around the room until his gaze landed on the corner farthest from said mattress.

Huddled up to the wall, curled into a tight ball of his large frame Malak sniveled, nose dribbling with snot and eyes rung sickly red. He rubbed his face with his palms, shielding his vision from bright light sneaking in from the open door. “Oh.”

Nevan carefully stepped inside, shutting the door slowly behind him until it clicked. Arms outstretched in front of him he knelt before the ill thrall. “Malak..? Are you… alright?” He questioned, voice low and gravely, trying purposely to not make enough noise that may elicit or increase a headache. 

“Um…” Malak started, peeking the tiniest bit out from his legs. His eyes were wide and shaky, body trembling. “Head… feels weeeird… don’t like.” He mumbled quietly, brows furrowing in muddled confusion. “‘M sorry…”

Nevan placed a hand to his knee, rubbing lightly over his skin with a soft thumb. “It’s fine. Yes… you… you should get back in bed…” he urged, guiding Malak's gaze to the tussled mattress he had wandered out of.

“Nngh…! Noooo… no bed, please…” Malak whined, pushing his frame further into the wall behind him. At least, as much farther as he could, already shoved deep against it. 

Nevan sighed. “You… you like it here?” 

Malak only nodded weakly in response, his head swaying just the slightest bit from dizziness. Nevan lifted a thermometer between two fingers. “Okay… uh, can… Master Darius told me to take your temperature… again… can, can I?”

For a beat Malak considered allowing him to do so, before giving another slight nod of approval. “Umm… shh… sure…”

“Thank you. Say ah.”

The other man obliged, welcoming the thermometer under his outstretched tongue and accepting it by the grip of his lips. The two waited in silence, Nevan still brushing the other man’s skin as a means of comfort.

“Mm… one oh one.” Nevan read the numbers, disapprovingly. 

“I’m sorry… sorryyyy… sorry…” Malak slumped back once again, head lolling onto his buckled shoulders. “Head weird… Nevan.” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight.

Nevan wanted to help him, he really did. He didn’t remember ever having been sick himself, but from the look of how hard it hit Malak, he could almost understand exactly how gross he felt. “No… I’m… I’m sorry.” How could he possibly help? How disgustingly useless.

Malak clawed feebly at his own skin and flesh, wriggling and fidgeting restlessly in his spot and portraying his own agony. “Don’t… don’t, ummm, like it… bad. Bad.” He whined, gratingly, the sound scratching against Nevan’s eardrums.

“Well… you’re, you’re talking a lot. That’s nice.”

“Feels weird… bad…”

Nevan frowned. “Well Master had to, to make you more… awake ‘n stuff so we can help you. That’s good… right?”

Adrastus had been practically forced to ease up on Malak’s enthrallment due to his ill state, him having been doing overall far worse with it as intense as normal. Plus, they required him to be able to communicate his pain in order to aid in his recovery. It was a condition he was, as expected, still adjusting to.

“Good… goood…” Malak mimicked. Nevan grinned, just a little bit from hearing the other man still utilizing one of his common habits even when dreadfully sick.

Before Nevan could open his lips to speak again, the door was nuged open so Adrastus could enter. Their arms were full with further bedding, elegantly lush pillows and blankets gathered for their favorite thrall. “Oh, dear, I’m back.” They bumbled in, heading straight to the thrall’s bed before they took notice of its absence of a body.

The pair followed as their face flipped to further distress in a flash, searching quick for their thrall, before landing on the two. “Nevan!” They exclaimed, recoiling an inch backwards. “You mustn’t be in here, get, get! You might catch it! I know how much you care about your little friend, but we just can’t risk you getting sick as well.”

Adrastus slipped between the thralls as Nevan stood to his feet, heading to leave as the vampire had instructed, but was held back by Malak gripping the bottom of his dress with a deadly grip.

“Goodness, how are you doing, baby? Tell me how you feel. What do you need? I can get you anything.” The vampire fussed, tucking their thrall’s sweat coated curls behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes.

Malak mewled, the edge of his words shaky and cracked as the urge to cry was swelling. “Bad… ickyyy…”

“Yes, love, I know, I know. What’s bad?” They pressed, urgently and needily.

He thought for a moment, processing their wants and questions, scouring for an acceptable answer. “Mmmngh… head… my, mmn, nose…”

“Alright, what can I get you? Umm… medicine? I’ll see if we have any more blankets? Please, baby, I’ll get you anything.” Their tone was growing ever so more distressed by the second, desperate for a solution as they nodded along with his soft but pained mumbles. The edge of their words was tainted with what almost seemed like fear. 

Nevan watched their conversation unfold, stomach churning with sick and worry filled unease. He’d never seen Adrastus less than elegantly put together, never without their dignified, strict composure. The sight of them carefully trying to keep up their facade rattled anxiety in his bones.

“Want… want…” Malak gazed gently upward, meeting the other thrall with cloudy eyes that mirrored the still hazy fog of his mind. “Nevaaannnn… Nevaaaannn…!” He continued tugging at the dress flowing from Nevan’s waist, jerking him harder and harder as Nevan struggled against the much stronger man.

“No, no. No Nevan.” Their tone was devoid of anger, rather spewing with urgency. “Nevan. Leave.”

“Nooo! Nevaaann…! Need!”

His head was spinning, being called every which way. He didn’t know what to do, who’s orders to follow. His face was tainted with the scald of flattery, poorly hiding his excitement of someone, especially Malak, expressing a need of him. Him. Though, he knew such defiance was not acceptable.

“No, sweet, Master is right here. Nevan can’t help you, but master can. You could get Nevan sick.” Adrastus corrected with a strained smile, trying their very best to remain calm. “And, you like master more, don’t you? Master’s right here.”

Malak whined again, looking nearly dejected, making Nevan’s heart only hurt further with vigorous compassion. “Sorry… sorry… need, ummm, Nev… annn…”

“No! You are sick! You’re going to get him sick!” Their voice continued rising with stinging heat, shouting at their own thrall while still in a short vicinity. They had dropped any and all lingering peace in their mind, and Nevan jumped back, cowering weakly.

They never yelled at Malak. Never. Both thralls were understandably stuck in place with surprise, salty tears instinctively welling in Malak’s eyes. Nevan wished he could’ve done something, anything, but Adrastus' burning stare was well enough to keep him frozen in place.

“‘M sorry… sorry-”

“Ad, it’s okay, it’s just a fever.” Darius piped up from the back, soft and calm yet unexpected. The three huddled together whipped around to face him, Adrastus’ expression boiling with flushed anger and embarrassment. “He’ll probably get it anyway and they’ll both be fine.”

The other vampire shook their head frantically, a sight that only put Nevan more on edge. “No! N- no, he, he can’t get sick! We can’t let him get sick,

Hester can’t be sick.”

The air flipped the switch to silence, save for their quick and exhausted breaths. Nevan stared dumbly, all he really could do paralyzed by fear. He’d learned full well what happened when a vampire was upset.

Nevan had… never heard such a name before. Of course, not that he could recall, but still. It was sudden, and even Adrastus appeared disturbed that they had let it slip.

“Dear,” Darius interrupted, his voice eerily soothing and kind. He’d never spoken that way. At least not to Nevan, which wasn’t at all surprising. “You need to step away.” 

“No, no, I-”

“Ad.” Their lips zipped to a close. “I need you to take a minute.” He looked to his own thrall, who shrunk back with festering fear. “Nevan, take them to the kitchen.”

Malak erupted, moaning in aching agony. “Nooo! Noooo… I need Master! Need… Nevan…”

Adrastus instinctively curled their hands over that of Malak’s, gaze full of unbridled abd desperate saccharine. “But- but what about-”

“Malak will be fine. I’ll stay with him.”

“But, the doctor-”

“Baby, the doctor said the same. He just needs rest and the meds she gave us.”

“Masterrr…!” Malak called again, his words cut apart by thick whimpers and snivels. The sound of his suffering carved deep marks in Nevan’s ears, and even more so Adrastus’.

“But…” they paused, begrudgingly stepping back from their upset thrall. Nevan looked to the other man with sorry eyes as Malak’s face twisted in disappointment as the two headed to leave. “Can I come back…?”

“Of course, Ad. I just need you to calm down, okay?” Darius placed a hand on each shoulder, tenderly guiding them to the door before Malak could continue his outbursts and convince them to stay. “You can take a couple sips from Nevan if you would like.”

“O- okay. Okay. But I’ll be right back to your side, baby. I’ll make sure Nevan is all nice and, and safe and away from any diseases.”

Nevan gave one last small wave to his friend before leaving, Adrastus gripping and squeezing his forearm, biting their lip with unusual nervousness. He tried not to pay too much attention to it. “Thank you, master.”

Though, as the two walked out to the kitchen and he kneeled beside his master, neck craned to show off his throat, even with his brain dazing out from their strong aura, he couldn’t help but dwell on the name they’d previously let slip instead of his.

Just who was Hester?

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[griffin-girl-r]

My mom's other girl

Created: 06.11.2022

Finished: 26.12.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 7

Word count: 2,370

Warnings: None

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: WandaNat

Note: This is a Mama!Wanda story and it's the only one I will write for Wanda in this context.

Summary: Wanda introduces her girlfriend to her daughter for the first time.

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You patiently waited while swinging your legs for your mom to tell you the big news she was dying to tell you for quite some while.

Wanda had been in an official relationship with Natasha for almost 8 months but she hadn't introduced her to you until now because she wanted to make sure Natasha would be a permanent feat in her life and then, of course, in yours. She didn't want her little baby to get attached to someone who would later leave them alone and heartbroken.

Wanda couldn't bear the thought of her little girl suffering because she wasn't able to choose wisely the persons she introduced in your life.

But Wanda was sure this time that Natasha was that one person she had been looking for her entire life.

Wanda could feel it.

Truth be told, Wanda felt the same way about your father as she felt about Natasha.

But unfortunately he passed away and Wanda thought she would never love again.

That was until Natasha asked her out for dinner and she said yes.

The rest is history.

—

"Mommy, can you please say what you have to say already!" You whined bored, pulling Wanda out of her own thoughts

Your mom kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands on your knees as she gave you a small unsure smile.

Wanda cleared her throat and then took a deep breath in "Look, baby girl... What mommy has to tell you it's very important and for certain things to continue I'll need your permission, sweetheart, because no one will ever be as important to me as you are."

You slightly nodded not being fully sure about what she was going to say next.

"So a few months ago, mommy started going out with one of her coworkers." Wanda slowly explained as she carefully watched your reaction "Her name is Natasha and she's a really nice and kind girl that makes me feel happy just like your daddy used to do."

The witch took a moment to silently think about the words she was going to say next.

"So I invited her to come over for dinner so you could meet her and see if maybe you'll like her to be around here more..." Wanda raised her shoulders as her voice pitched a little at the end of the sentence

"Sure..." You shrugged "That's all, Mommy?"

Wanda nodded "Yes, baby, that was all."

You stood up and walked over to your dolls and toys that were patiently waiting for you on the carpet in the middle of the room.

"She took it better than I expected." Wanda quietly mumbled under her breath

Your mom stood up too, kissed your head, and walked to the kitchen to start getting everything ready for tonight.

—

You were watching cartoons in the living room when you heard the doorbell ring.

"Y/N, sweetheart, can you open the door, please?" Wanda shouted from her room where she was still getting ready

Wanda felt that Natasha was the one at the door, otherwise she would have never let you open that door alone without her being there.

"Yes, Mommy!" You shouted back as you quickly made your way towards the door

Opening it, you found standing there a beautiful woman with the brightest red hair you have ever seen.

"Hello there!" Natasha smiled nervously at you

"Hi!" You beamed up "I think you are Mommy's friend?" You thought for a second about her name really hard "Umm... Natacha?"

Natasha silently giggled "It's Natasha with an 's' but yes, that's me, little one. And you must be Y/N. Your mom talks all the time about you."

"She does?" You smiled widely

Natasha nodded "She does."

Remembering that you were supposed to let the redhead in, you slightly moved aside to make way for her to step inside.

Natasha softly smiled at you as she entered the house.

"Do you want to watch cartoons?" You asked hopefully

"Sure... I can do that." Natasha unsurely answered

You were way too comfortable around strangers but Natasha was grateful that you weren't ignoring her.

"Where's your mom?" Natasha asked looking around the room

"Oh, Mommy is in her room." You looked up at Natasha "She's still getting ready." You whispered then giggled

Natasha quietly chuckled.

"Before she comes here I have something for you." The woman said

"You do?" You started jumping up and down excited "What is it, Natty?"

Natasha smiled at the nickname you gave her and right then and there she decided she always wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty'.

Natasha pulled out from behind her a cute brown teddy bear and, bending down, she held it in front of you "I don't know if you like bears or stuffed toys at all but I hope you'll like my little gift."

You looked at the bear for a second and Natasha was starting to get worried that you didn't like her present.

But suddenly a big smile formed on your face and you quickly grabbed the teddy bear from her hand, hugging it tightly.

"I love it!" You excitedly smiled at the woman in front of you "Thank you so much, Natty!"

Natasha smiled widely at you and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding until now.

But much to her surprise, you jumped in her arms without a warning and hugged her tight.

The redhead was taken aback by your hug and for a second she stood frozen in place.

Coming back to her senses, Natasha gently wrapped her arms around you "You're very welcome, sweetheart." She smiled

Natasha wasn't the only person you took by surprise with your hug.

Wanda who just then was making her way downstairs to greet Natasha, stopped at the middle of the staircase and silently steared at you and Natasha gently hugging each other.

And at that moment Wanda knew that you and Natasha would get perfectly along. All her worries have been for nothing.

—

"Look at my two favorite persons in the entire multiverse getting along so well." Your mom's cheerful tone made you break the hug between Natasha and you "Hi, Nat!" Wanda greeted the spy with a warm smile as she took the last few steps and started walking in the direction her girlfriend was

"Hi, Wands!" Natasha smiled back softly but did not try to make any move on kissing Wanda since you were in the room too "You look absolutely amazing tonight."

Wanda blushed "I could say the same thing about you, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha smirked "Don't even get me started... "Mommy"."

Wanda blushed harder at Natasha's words, the pink on her cheeks turning into a dark red.

"Yeah... She's my mommy. Why do you ask, Natty?" You innocently asked Natasha with a look of pure confusion on your face

"Oh for no reason at all, Y/N." Natasha silently giggled

"I get that now you're my mom's other girl but only I'm allowed to call her 'mommy' okay?" You stated with a hint of possessiveness in your little high-pitched voice

"Of course, I'm only your mommy, baby." Wanda said as she quickly tried to change the subject "But how about we go eat?! Hmm?! I made your favorite."

Your's and Natasha's faces light up and without any hesitation, both of you said at the same time "Pasta with chicken?!"

Then as quick as the wide smiles appeared on your faces just as quickly they faded away as you and Natasha turned to look at each other, utter confusion written all over your faces.

Wanda let out a loud laugh that she couldn't hide "Yes, you silly girls. I made pasta with chicken. Now let's go eat before it gets cold."

Picking you up and putting you on her hip, Wanda broke the confused staring contest between her daughter and her girlfriend and guided Natasha towards the kitchen while carrying you in her arms.

Natasha shook her head as she tried to hide the smile that had appeared on her face.

Who would have guessed she would get along so well with her girlfriend's daughter from the first moment they met?

Surely not her.

—

The dinner went on smoothly and you and Natasha seemed to have so many things in common.

Much to Wanda's delight you and Natasha were forming a fast and strong bond.

You three laughed, shared stories, and told silly jokes throughout the dinner.

But everything has an end and sadly this beautiful evening was coming to an end too.

—

Natasha helped Wanda wash the dishes, ignoring Wanda's loud protests about how she was the guest tonight and shouldn't help her.

After that, Wanda called you to come and say goodbye to Natasha as the older woman was about to go back home.

You left your spot where you were sitting on the carpet in the living room watching cartoons and hesitantly made your way towards the front door where your mom was handing Natasha her jacket, dragging your feet in the process.

If you were being honest, you didn't want Natasha to leave. She was so much fun and you now loved her so much.

You couldn't allow her to leave.

"Natty?" You shily called the woman who was about to put her jacket on

"Yes, Y/N?" Natasha softly answered trying to look at your face but you refused to look up from the ground

"Do you really have to leave?" Your voice broke as you tried to keep in the tears that were about to leave your eyes

Natasha shared a confused glance with Wanda as if asking the witch what was going on.

Wanda just lifted her shoulders as a response to Natasha's confused look then shifted her worried gaze down at you.

"Well yes, little witch." Natasha answered cautiously "It's time for me to go back to my home. It's late and you and your mommy need to go to bed but if you want I can stop by tomorrow."

You sadly nodded unsatisfied by the answer you just got "I thought that now that you and mommy were married you'll stay here..."

Wanda softly placed a hand on your shoulder "Baby we talked about this. Me and Natasha aren't married. She's just my girlfriend. It's only normal that she comes and goes."

"Listen, kid." Natasha placed her hands on your arms "Me and Wanda are not married yet. We still need time to get to know each other better and you and I also need time to know each other better. I'd love to stay but it's too soon."

Natasha gently lifted your chin with her fingers only to see your little face tear strained, instantly making her heart drop.

Wanda went to reach and wipe your tears away but before she got the chance, Natasha had already pulled you in a tight hug.

You wrapped your legs around her waist as Natasha picked you up, refusing to let go of you.

The sight in front of her made Wanda's heart melt in an instant. Her two girls hugging and comforting each other.

"Please stay, Mama!" You cried on Natasha's shoulder

Natasha's side-to-side rocking stopped as well as her breathing.

Wanda freezing in the place she was watching you two interact from.

"What did you just call me?" Natasha's voice waved full of emotions

"Please don't leave me, Mama!" You cried again "Stay..."

Natasha's grip on you tightened and she gently put her head on top of yours "I'll stay, baby girl. If you want me to stay, Mama will stay."

She let a few tears escape her eyes before kissing the top of your head.

Wanda was about to break the moment between Natasha and you knowing that you usually threw this type of tantrum when you were really tired and she wasn't blaming you, it was a long day for you after all.

Just before the brunette got the chance to take you from Natasha, the redhead softly started singing a song that Wanda only guessed it was a Russian lullaby.

Totally ignoring her girlfriend, Natasha made her way towards the couch and sat down while she kept singing and gently rocking you from side to side.

She then and there decided that she never wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty' again.

She always and forever wanted to hear you call her 'Mama' and she was ready to do whatever was necessary to stay in your and your mother's lives.

Wanda wanted to be the one that was comforting her baby but she knew that Natasha, as well as you, needed this moment together.

—

You were fast asleep in Natasha's arms, still tightly clinging to her shirt even in your sleep, as Natasha gently lay down on the couch with you on top of her, tucking the bear she got you under your arm as kept humming.

When Natasha's humming chased down, Wanda started making her way to the couch ready to apologize to her girlfriend for her daughter's tantrum and take you up to your room before leading Natasha once again to the door.

Wanda's worried look turned into a big smile and she sighted in reliefe when she saw that Natasha was also asleep, the redhead's arms securely wrapped around Wanda's daughter.

The witch quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of her girls sleeping while hugging one another.

After the picture was taken, Wanda quietly took a blanket and covered you and Nat with it then gently kissed Natasha's forehead and the back of your head.

"My girls..." Wanda whispered with a smile on her face "I love you both so much."

—

This wasn't the usual "First bring your girlfriend home to meet your daughter night" she expected.

No.

It was something much better than a regular first dinner.

It was the first family evening spent together.

Wanda knew for sure now that this was the sight she wanted to see every night from now on before falling asleep and every morning after waking up for the rest of her life.

And, for sure, starting from that night Natasha never left her girls again.

[the-fiction-witch]

You And I

Media - Nowhere Boy Character - Paul Couple - Paul X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1431

Paul sat on John's desk chair, the two cooped up in John's bedroom as usual. The two strummed away, chatting and joking as always with a warmth to the room from how long the boys had been inside the little room with the window only open enough for John to ash his cigarettes. Paul had been lost in his playing for a minute or two tapping his shoe on the wooden floor and singing more to himself even if John was listening.

But as he faded out, his eyes met a figure in the door, Y/n stood in her little kitten heels, stockings, petticoats, and her knee-length black and white striped dress with curls fresh from their rollers. Her arms crossed and her shoulder leant against the doorframe as she coughed to get their attention, Paul looked nervous and John seemed slightly annoyed at her presence,

"Afternoon, gentleman" she smiled purposely giving her cousin John's hair a tussle messing up the quiff he had delicately spent the last half an hour greasing just right,

John slapped away her hand as she messed up his hair,

She then used her other hand to give Paul's cheekbone a small stroke with her knuckle,

Paul’s eyes widened, a faint blush spreading across his face as she touched his cheek.

John rolled his eyes at both of them and crossed his arms, “What do you want?” John said in an annoyed tone

"oh? Am I not allowed to come down the corridor and see what you’re up to now?" She asked her hands on her hips,

John groaned quietly before continuing to speak, “I didn’t say you couldn’t. I’m saying that you are clearly here for a reason,”

Paul was sat silently in the desk chair, listening to the two of them bicker,

"fine, a young blossom named Alice is on the phone for you downstairs."

John’s expression changed immediately to one of excitement, “Why didn’t you just say so?” John said before quickly rushing out of the room to head downstairs,

"hi" she smiled,

Paul smiled back at her, still feeling the tingle on his cheek from where she touched it, “Hi” he said after a moment, shifting awkwardly in the chair,

"I liked your song" she smiled leaning on the desk beside him, "I've liked all your songs, I can hear them in my bed through the wall"

Paul chuckled and smiled, feeling his stomach turn slightly at what that statement meant. He could feel himself blushing again and his heartbeat was slightly quicker than normal “You- you can?” He said with a smile

"mhm," she nodded,

“Do you enjoy hearing them?” He asked,

"Very much so," she nodded,

Paul smiled, holding eye contact with her for a moment, before suddenly looking away, trying to control the blush that was covering his face “Oh… well I’m glad you do,” he said with a little bit of a mumble,

she chuckled "You know, whenever John does one of his lady phone calls or... Perhaps he is just too hung over to want to work on stuff, you’re welcome to still come over, you can come hang out in my room if you want?"

Paul looked up and nodded, his heart almost stopping. He could hardly believe what she’d just offered, but tried not to get his hopes up too high “Really?” He said, looking at her with a stunned look in his eyes

"mhm" she nodded "maybe you can play me a song... In my bed next time you visit," she smiled playfully fiddling with his hair but purposely not breaking the small curl he had done in the front,

Paul felt his breath hitch for a moment when she touched his hair, the sensation sending tingles through his body. He wasn’t used to anybody touching him like this. Nobody else was as gentle with him as she did. At her suggestion he blushed again and couldn’t think of any response immediately “Oh… I umm…” he mumbled out, trying to find the words to say

John slowly headed up the stairs and came back into the room sitting back on his bed which made Y/n draw her hand back,

Paul looked over to where John was sitting and internally cursed. He didn’t want the moment between the two of them to end. He didn’t want her to draw her hand back from him, but he knew he couldn’t say that out loud

"your lady give you whatever information she needed too?" Y/n asked John

John smirked and nodded, running his hand through his hair, “Of course she did. I got exactly what I wanted from her” he said,

"I'm sure you did, well you gentleman enjoy the rest of your music time," she smiled, "bye Paul," she cooed giving Pauls cheek a kiss, "bye cousin," she chuckled once again messing up John's hair before she left going down to her own room just down the corridor,

Paul barely had time to process her kissing him before she’d already left the room. His heart was beating fast, and his cheek was practically burning. He subconsciously raised a hand to his cheek and placed it where she had kissed it just a moment ago, trying to hold onto the feeling

John smirked shaking his head before looking over at Paul, an almost knowing look in his eyes "... You eyeing my cousin there?" John asked

Paul could physically feel his heart skip a beat when John said that. He quickly darted his eyes away from where the door was and tried to make it seem like he hadn’t been staring at the door the whole time, “What!? No… what are you talking about” he mumbled out in an attempt to deny it

"mhm" John nodded slowly clearly not believing him

Paul was beginning to panic slightly now, not wanting John to know that he liked her. This could very quickly lead to embarrassment and a broken nose, “No I wasn’t” he said forcefully, trying to seem very convincing

"Alright," John chuckled "I'm going up to Alice's in a bit, she got a new dress... She's dying to show me"

Paul couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly once John said that. He knew exactly what John was going to do when he got to Alice’s house “Yeah… I’m sure she is” he said in response,

"you know this is kinda great..."

Paul tilted his head, looking at John with a confused look on his face “What is?” he said,

"we won't be fighting over groupies, if you're piping my cousin. At least we know we won't be hitting the same girl at any point. It's great I can have Alice, and Lisa and the other groupie girls and you can have Y/n"

Paul blushed furiously. He wanted to deny what John was saying but couldn’t, because he knew it was true. He did fancy her. “Well.. not that anything is.. happening with us..” he mumbled trying to hide the real feelings he had for her

"yet." John smirked "Being her down the dance hall on Saturday for our next show and you'll have her in the back bathrooms before you know it"

Paul’s heart missed another beat at John’s words, and his stomach twisted in nerves. He couldn’t stop himself imagining what it’d be like to have her in his arms and alone in the back of a bathroom. It was the ideal scenario… He quickly tried to control himself, not wanting to give John the satisfaction of confirming he found her attractive “Yeah… maybe..” he mumbled

"Alright, well I'm off to see Alice. You staying here or heading home?"

Paul looked down for a moment, considering which option to choose. On one hand, it’d be nice to head home and relax, but the other option would mean he’d possibly get to spend some time alone with y/n, “I think I’ll stay..” he said finally,

"Alright," John nodded putting a comb his hair and bathing himself in aftershave "You know the drill lock up behind you post the key through the mailbox"

Paul nodded to John and watched as he readied himself to go to Alice’s. He already found himself looking forward to having the house quiet and being alone, knowing that she’d be just down the hall

Paul sat in the room for a few quiet moments, listening as John left the house and hearing the door shutting, leaving Paul completely alone in the house, apart from you. He could hardly believe that John had just left the house without realising what would most likely happen when he was gone

After a few moments, Paul began to feel restless. He had a strong urge to see her, to spend time with her without John’s presence making it more awkward…