#she cried a lot today so i hugged her and did my best to be there for her

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank

s3 p3

“absolutely not.” you shook your head to the shirt ni-ki held up.

“why not?”

“you look like alvin the chipmunk.”

ni-ki rolled his eyes and kept glaring at the racks as you looked around. the biggest problem is you two had different taste.

the bigger problem? you both preferred to argue more than anything.

ni-ki groaned, “we’re literally just watching a movie. i need something comfortable so that i’m not adjusting every five seconds to where she thinks i have crabs.”

“fine.”

after a little more looking, a few more arguments, you both picked a few pieces out, including a few cargo pants, jeans (other than dark black), jerseys, sweaters, accessories, and new shoes (that weren’t boots).

after shopping for three hours, you took a break at a nearby bench. “i’m going to get pretzel bites, want any?”

you shook your head. ni-ki stared at you. “i don’t want any, i mean it!”

“yeah, sure.” he took the black card from you, getting up from his spot leaving you with the bags.

you were busy counting each bag making sure to have each one when a little kid, about two or three came up to you, red in the face, crying.

“mommy.”

“oh my goodness!” you immediately stood up and grabbed the little boy holding him close. looking around frantically to see if there was a woman or man looking around panicked trying to find their son.

the little boy kept crying “mommy,” quietly as he held tightly to you. you rubbed his back trying to soothe him, trying not to cry yourself.

ni-ki came back, panic in his own face. “did you kidnap a child?”

“are you serious right now? no. he found me! he’s lost you dummy! help me find his parent or parents.”

ni-ki nodded with a pretzel bite in his mouth, offering one to the kid who took it, still sniffling, but no longer crying. as you held the lost child, ni-ki carried his pretzels and the bags.

it only took about five minutes of wandering and into a store nearby, and by a fountain inside the store you saw a man and woman with panic stricken faces, and two cops standing nearby, one with a notepad out.

“i think i found your child!” you said as you came up, and both parents had big faces of relief, the mom nearly collapsing as she came to get her child holding him close, then hugging you.

“thank you, thank you so much!”

she pulled away, holding her son close, giving you a look of pure sweetness behind it. and for some reason, it made you tear up. you looked between her husband, her, and her son, then back to her and cried.

like full on balling. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know why,”

the woman only hugged you once again while holding her son.

the son said as best as he could, “it’s okay,” and patted your shoulder which only made you cry more and harder.

the two men cops, the husband, and ni-ki looked on from the sidelines. confused.

“what’s happening?” ni-ki asked.

“hormones.” one cop said.

“women things.” the other added.

“nah, just pure relief.” the husband shrugged.

the woman pulled away and looked at you soothingly. “it’s okay to have those emotions, all pregnant women,”

“oh ma’am, i can’t—,”

the woman cut you off, she pouted, “i’m so sorry honey. i can see how much you long for a child.” and she pulled you in for one last, tight hug. “please don’t ever give up honey. miracles happen. it happened to me.”

she gave you a reassuring smile then joined her husband who greeted her and the child happily.

you frowned. sadly, it wouldn’t happen to you. the men you were with, forever, could not reproduce.

ni-ki rejoined you shortly, and handed you a pretzel and again, you shook your head. “i’m tired, can we just go home?”

ni-ki looked at you with a raised eyebrow, knowing you would never pass a mini pretzel bite. “sure. i’ll drive.”

you didn’t argue and just followed him to the parking lot outside the shopping mall.

ni-ki had ideas from the feelings of the dreams you had. seeing you with the child and mother today might’ve reinforced what he thought. all he had to decide now was keep his mouth shut or tell jay and sunghoon?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“she wants a child?” chan asked, ni-ki nodded. “i can’t give her a child, um, if that’s what you’re asking. first off, jay might not go for that, second, she may not,”

“oh no, chan, not like that.” ni-ki cut him off before chan’s ears got any redder. chan cleared his throat.

“very well. what do you mean then?”

“is there any loophole, or possible way, a vampire and human can have a child together?” ni-ki asked.

chan thought about it for a while, then leaned forward in his office chair to his forearms on his desk in his office. “the only notable loophole i am aware of involved a warlock. was not a good outcome. baby died at birth.”

ni-ki’s shoulders dropped. “chan, it’s gotten so worse for her. the nightmares. i feel them. they’re taunting almost. and i know she hasn’t told any of the other guys. heck, she really hasn’t told me. i pretend to not know. today at the mall she was sobbing, into a strangers arms.”

“come again?” chan looked at ni-ki with great concern.

“she found the strangers child, the stranger, who was the mother, hugged her, and i guess it was a woman thing and i don’t know, just knew something was wrong?”

chan nodded in understanding. “got it. i just hate to say, there’s really nothing i know of. unless she becomes a vampire, which i know is impossible for her, or jay allows her to have kids with someone who is able to reproduce, which i know he would not go for, she may not be able to have her own biological children.”

a man came into chan’s office, whispered something to him, then walked out. chan stood up, “now if you excuse me, i have a feisty young woman waiting for me down in my dungeon.”

ni-ki smiled, “can i come with?”

“don’t you have a date to get ready for?”

“who told you?”

“jeongin.” chan smiled, then tilted his head for ni-ki to follow.

“who’s the fiesty girl?”

“my mate.” chan said nonchalantly.

ni-ki followed chan down the steps to the tunnels that led to the main dungeons and prison cells.

for the most part it was empty, as if you didn’t choose to follow the rules, most times you ended up dead.

ni-ki noticed a few here and there, each with their own guard. then, he locked eyes with familiar bright eyes, and a wicked smile.

“oh ni-ki, the one who i thought i could trust.”

ni-ki swallowed. “hi sunwoo.”

sunwoo clicked his tongue. his eyes looking sunken in with grey circles. “hope you’re doing better than me! you know that they starve vampires down here? barely give us anything, only enough so we don’t die. the blood they give is contaminated, but since it doesn’t kill us, it only makes us weaker!”

“i’m sorry sunwoo.”

“your ass should be in here with me. you killed an innocent woman too.” sunwoo spat. “how is that woman of yours? what did you all call her? your blood bank? she still looking fine as fuck? so sad i didn’t get enough time with her.”

ni-ki balled his fist, and chan immediately came to his side, at first letting ni-ki handle the conversation on his own.

“enough.” chan demanded. “any more disrespect and i’ll have them gag you.”

sunwoo looked at them with dead eyes and with a smirk and a taunt he said, “tell her i said, congratulations.”

next update — march 5

[rabbithaver]

my mom and i finished rewatching Dungeon Meshi and started reading the manga together where the show left off :)

ive already read it but she wanted to know what happened next. i can tell she's having a really hard time with the events of this trip, so spending the evenings in bed together reading on her tablet and talking about DM is really nice.

since my dad is back in Colorado, it's just the two of us and my brother until Friday night when he comes back. she said if we hadn't started doing this, all she would be able to do is lie in bed alone and think about losing her mom. when i'm there offering a distraction, it helps her pretend things are normal so she can relax.

i can deal with the impending loss of my grandma. it sucks, it definitely sucks, but i know i can handle it. i'll roll with this uppercut, just as i have with every other punch life has thrown at me... but it's seeing my mom in so much pain that affects me the most. i love her so much. it's hard for me to see her so heartbroken without being able to do anything to make it better.

this is just a really surreal trip in so many ways. we've never stayed at the house for so long. usually the most time we've spent here is five or siz days at the absolute max. tomorrow (Thursday) will be our ninth day, and we don't have any plans to go home yet. we're staying until the end, however long that may be. it's just... strange. it's all so strange.

[saintslewis]

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: nadia’s got a new job, life is going great (we do not mention singapore ’23) and she has a loving husband! nothing could go wrong, right?

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, suggestive stuff bc i love teasing you guys, slight angst too! (tw: qatar ‘23)

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LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM

Lewis watched as his wife stepped out of the private exit of the upscale restaurant with her red bottoms clacking against the gravel of the parking lot behind the building. Holding the train of her dress like a true princess, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder as she made eye contact with her husband and a huge grin filled her face.

He leaned on the cullinan with a bouquet of white roses sitting pretty on the hood of the car and the infamous pink box from her favourite bakery, a swell of pride in his chest as he watched Nadia walk closer and closer to him.

“You, Sir,” She started, placing her clutch on the hood. “You’re looking at the brand new creative designer for Louis Vuitton.” Nadia expressed, her excitement kept in but the smile showed all her emotions. “The dinner went so well, baby, that the executives moved me from just working in Pharrell’s team to the general team in LV.” She giggled, trying her level best to surpress the excitement.

Lewis’ jaw dropped at the news. He knew Nadia was always gunning for a second chance in the fashion world and after months of communication, deep emotions and frustration, her biggest dream has come true. He could the tears prick his eyes as he watched his wife’s eyes glimmer with happiness.

“Nadia…oh my god, sweetheart. This is huge, this is…everything. I’m so proud of you, love.” Lewis spoke, his arms circling her waist and pulling her impossibly close. It truly sunk in as he spun her around in his arms and her laughter rang through the night sky. “How are you feeling? This is massive, babe, I can’t believe this.” Lewis spoke in disbelief, the ever growing smile never leaving his lips.

“I’m so shocked, I almost screamed and cried when Jean-Luc said that. Then my first thought was to facetime you then I remembered that I was still in work mode. Baby, they even asked that I sign the contract as soon as possible. Like?! Me?! I dreamt of this, Lewis, for years and I just-” The waterworks beat Nadia to her words, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

Lewis didn’t have to say much, he just hugged her, her head softly placed on his chest and he most certainly didn’t mind that her makeup would get on his shirt. “Oh my god, I need to tell my babies Willow and Kaiden. Then the girls then- this is just so overwhelming and exciting!” She smiled wide, wiping her tears, not caring about her makeup anymore.

Nadia’s eyes finally drifted to the large bouquet staring right back at her along with the faint scent of the croissants. “Was it your job to just make me cry today? I’ve been craving these things for weeks.” Her bottom lip curled into a sweet pout before opening up the box and immediately munching on one.

“Nads, you didn’t even see the flowers? These things are heavy, you know?” He chuckled, watching move crumbs into her mouth.

She laughed. “Trust, I saw them. I had to get some real food first, they in there feeding people thoughts of food with a side of caviar.” She joked, taking up another bite of her pain au chocolat.

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nadiahamilton this girl is now a creative designer for @.louisvuitton. i’m eternally grateful for this opportunity, thank you 🤍

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LUSAIL INTERNATIONAL CIRCUIT, DOHA, QATAR

Nadia was already missing Japan and Mexico. Those two races had been the most fun she had experienced this entire season. The car was behaving surprisingly and Lewis was very positive about the outcome of the car, saying the team seemed to finally listen to him.

She was riding solo this time, Miles having to leave early for some work reasons and their friends just saying something about the vibe of the track didn’t sit right with them. Shrugging her shoulders, Nadia packed and went to Lusail with her man, packing her work books as well for sketches.

It was unbearably hot on race day but she had still covered up because she knew of the strict rules around her. Thank goodness the fabrics of her outfit were breathable but she wouldn’t be surprised if her lace lifted a tad bit. Her prescription glasses perched on her nose with her pencil tapping on the corner of her mouth as she sketched potential pieces a new collection that LV was planning to release.

The sweet sounds of jazz rang through her earphones as she swung her feet. Lewis’ driver’s room was comfortable enough for the both of them to be in their own worlds together. Lewis was also focused on his little notebook, focusing on the first lap mostly as he was starting in the front with George. His leg was bouncing, thinking of how things would go for him in this race.

Nadia was the first to put her sketchbook down sigh internally, fanning herself with her hands. He followed suit, taking his airpods off and setting them aside. Lewis gently patted his thigh and Nadia hopped off the ‘bed’ and into his lap, leaning back and feeling his chin on her shoulder as his arms circled her waist and pulled her closer.

“It’s just you and me this time.” Nadia spoke softly, playing with the hem of her shirt. Lewis could only hum in agreement. “I don’t know how to feel about this one. The last two were good and that kind of scares me because the car hasn’t been reliable all year.” He sighed. “I don’t know, love…”

“What are you thinking, Lew?” She took a moment to allow him to respond. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “I..They listened to me, Nads. They don’t..they don’t usually do that. I should be able to trust them, you know?” Lewis expressed and Nadia could feel his despair in his words.

She took a moment before saying anything. “Are you thinking of-”

“No. No, I’ve been with them for majority of my career. They’re family to me.” Lewis lifted his head, his voice harbouring slight offence at the mere thought of…that happening.

“Do they feel the same towards you though?” Nadia said, letting the sentence linger in the air for a moment. “You give them everything and they give everything to your teammate. I’m not saying that you should…leave. Never. I just want to see you happy in a car that you can drive.” She fidgeted with her nails this time.

Lewis took his time to respond. The thoughts racing in his head. He is Mercedes. He wants to retire with them. But do they want to?

“I made it deep, innit? I’m sorry.” She chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “I know you’ll do amazing today. I’m just chatting.”

He bounced the leg that she was sitting on. “Heyyy, it’s okay, these conversations are needed. You’re a gem.” Lewis said, kissing her temple. Nadia turned to kiss him fully and when pulling away, she pecked his lips again.

“You’ll kill it today, I just know it.” She smiled.

Nadia, in fact, did not know it.

Her eyebrows were furrowed with her mouth slightly ajar as she watched her husband stand next to his car as he was knocked off the track by his own teammate. Watched as he crossed the track on foot, as they lifted the car from the gravel, as he walked through the garage with his helmet still on and his shoulders slumped in defeat, watched as he walked past her.

After what felt hours of silence sat in his driver’s room in complete shock, the man of the hour placed his cap on as he prepared to walk out of the driver’s room to the masses.

“Why’d you post that? Why’d you say you’re sorry?” Nadia finally spoke up, halting him from leaving just yet.

His hand was on the handle for a second before letting go. “Because I am. What happened out there was my fault.” He muttered, looking directly at her.

“Don’t actually piss me off, Lewis. What I saw, what the world saw? That was sickening. You can go out there and say how awful you feel for doing that to George and the team and how sorry you are but in this room? You cannot lie to my face like that.” Nadia crossed her arms, not wanting to come off as angry but it was getting worse.

“Nadia, you can’t possibly be mad at me for something I did. I was in the wrong. I need to go apologise to the team.” Lewis told her, fully facing the woman.

She took a breath, collecting her words. “They’re going to humiliate you. Do you understand how dehumanising that is?” Nadia asked, her throat feeling tight and her eyes prickly.

Lewis scoffed and looked away, scratching his beard. “I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Lewis Hamilton, what the fuck happened out there? Tell me to my face what happened.” Nadia pointed in between her eyes, standing to her full height not breaking eye contact.

“George crashed into me. Fuck, is that what you want to hear?” He ran a hand down his face, not believing he actually admitted that out loud.

She let it linger in the air for a few moments. “Thank you. You can go and play superhero. You’ll know where to find me.” Turning away from him, she hopped back onto the bed and carried on with her sketches.

Licking his teeth and holding his breath, he looked at the ground and left the room filled with immense tension.

-

Hours. Hours passed and she hadn’t said a word to him. She watched as his phone buzzed with all sorts of supportive messages from friends and family. She sat in bed, staring at the bathroom door and waited for him to get out so she could sleep peacefully.

Lewis appeared with just his boxers on and his eyes immediately connected with hers and you could cut the tension with a knife. All he did was call her over with a tilt of his head and she was on her feet before she could even think about it. As soon as she was in front of him, his hand was splayed over her lower back and his other lifting her chin.

“What you did today…it was needed. I have to thank you for that, love.” He murmured, looking all over her face except her eyes and his thumb lightly brushing over her bottom lip.

With her mouth slightly open, he took the chance to slip his thumb into her mouth, immediately allowing her to melt into his arms. “You have to remember though, baby. You always have to remember…” He whispered, kissing her forehead.

Nadia nodding her head unconsciously, her eyes softening and just like that, she was putty in his hands.

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AUSTIN, TEXAS

“Okay but think about it though! These cowboy boots are comfortable.” Nadia exclaimed to her friends as she leaned on the kitchen island.

Amara gave her friend the side eye. “Girl, trust me when I say you’ll regret saying all that at the end of the day.” The woman patted her face with setting powder, looking in the huge mirror just outside the kitchen.

The airbnb Tia rented for the weekend was abnormally large but it was able to fit the whole friend group in with some extra space. The sunlight shined through the floor to ceiling windows as the morning sun greeted Austin.

“The goal here was to look like a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, Amara.” Nadia informed, her hands on her hips and her jewellery jangling.

In that moment, Natalia jogged down the stairs. “The actual goal here, besties, is to get to the track before we miss the performance or the race!” She exclaimed, fixing her dress then her hair. “Plus Andrew is saving us some bomb ass slushies.”

Nadia’s eyes widened, immediately running to her and Lewis’ room to get an alternative pair of shoes. “I feel like you should’ve mentioned that earlier, Nat!” She shouted as she bolted up the stairs.

The slushy was very refreshing under the Texan sun. The girls were right, the cowboy boots wouldn’t have worked out for the amount of walking and standing she had to do for this particular day.

Everything was going well, the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders performed so perfectly, Nadia even thought of potentially joining them one day but that seemed far fetched. The start of the race was smooth, knowing it was going to become a battle of some sort between Lewis and Charles. The guests in The 44 club were very hyped for the race and the vibes were just right.

That’s how Nadia knew something was too good to be true. Lewis had gotten on the podium with the biggest smile on his face as everyone celebrated around him. The celebrations continued into the evening, the friend group having a party of their own in the airbnb.

“I think we should come here for December, what do you think? Maybe Aspen?” Lewis asked his wife, laying his head on her shoulder as she held a smoothie in her hand, watching her friends play a board game that she checked out of a while ago.

“I’m not skiing though, I’ll watch you do your thing baby.” She smiled softly at the thought of spending Christmas with her new family.

Lewis hummed. “That’s good enough for me. Though…I might have to whisk us away somewhere special soon. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He hinted, a grin on his face that could light up the room.

“What on earth are you planning? You’re always up to something.” She giggled, barely thinking of what the surprise could be.

Miles stood up from the carpet with his phone in his hand, his jaw dropped a bit. “Mate, you got disqualified.” His usual loud voice going quiet as he showed his best friend the instagram post from F1.

All Lewis did was sigh. “I expected it. Today was going to be a bit too well with that damn car.” He scoffed in disbelief. “Maybe I should think about going red.” Lewis joked.

Nadia gasped and smacked his arm. “Lewis, you can’t say that!”

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Emmy listen- I got a great idea but I need your beautiful mind for it. Feel free to just ignore me buut like what if for a daddy Chan idea where he accidentally yells at reader and they leave? Like a nice angst -> comfort. Ugh. I just know you’re so good with this series and I just love it and you but like you more lol. Annnywaaays I’m rambling have a good day lol

do you think beary will forgive me?

pairing: daddy!chan x princess!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

word count: 2 ss and ~2.3k

warnings: very very brief mentions of dying (not real dying, it’s in reference to a tv show lol), yelling, lots of crying, pet names.

an: saturn, i hope this is what you were looking for. i hope i did it justice. it’s still crazy to me that one of my faves thought that i would be the best person to write their idea. anyway, this is absolutely devastating. so enjoy. lol i’m shy but i’ll try to reach out to you more, i’d like for us to be better friends. :)

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the tv blared loudly as your newest drama obsession reached its peak, the main character sick in a hospital bed while the love of her life cries and begs her to pull through.

“if she dies, i’m going to freak out.” you say out loud. to no one in particular, as the apartment was empty. you glanced at your phone for the time. you got excited. daddy should be home any minute. your attention was pulled back to the screen as the main character wakes up from her coma. “oh thank god.” you say to yourself, clutching your blanket tightly, sinking further into the couch cushions.

you don’t hear the door lock beeping or the mechanical whirring of the mechanism as it unlocks and clicks open. a weary chan stumbles inside, kicking off his shoes. if you weren’t so entranced by your show, you would notice how tense he is. how his shoulders and neck look stiff with exhaustion, his brow furrowed with agitation.

he drags his feet through the house until he finds you in the living room. you see his frame in the doorway and jump up from the couch, running to him. “daddy!” you exclaim. you throw your arms around his neck, clinging to his body. he reluctantly wraps his arms around you, squeezing gently. it lasts only a second before he pulls away.

“do you have to have the tv that loud?” he scolds. your smile drops and you feel embarrassed. you felt stupid for having the volume up that loud. you race back to the couch, flinging the blanket to the side in search of the remote. after a moment, you find it and quickly shut the tv off, plunging the room into silence. you turn back around, but you’re alone again. there’s no longer a daddy in the room. you huff a disappointed sound and shuffle your slippered feet across the floor in search of him.

you ultimately find him in the bathroom, pulling his shirt off over his head. while his face is covered, you rush up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle. you’ve done this so many times and he always loves it. always tells you how cute you are and how much he loves you. but… not today.

he discards his shirt on the floor before pulling your hands free of his waist and gently pushing you away. he makes eye contact with you in the mirror before saying “i need to take a shower.”

“oh.. okay.” you say. you force a smile to your face, determined to put him in a better mood. he must have had a very long day. he looks away before even noticing your smile, turning to switch the shower on. he kicks his shorts off and steps inside, without saying another word.

you were shocked. and also, kind of sad. he didn’t even seem excited to see you at all. you didn’t get any hugs, or any kisses, not even a head pat. you wondered if you did something wrong, wondered if you were just being dramatic or being too needy. maybe he finally got tired of you like you always feared. tears pricked your eyes. you forced them away, shaking your head.

no. you would not cry. you are a big girl.

unsure of what to do, and missing him terribly, you sat on the floor of the bathroom, waiting for him to be done. sometimes you would talk to him while he was showering, asking him about his day. but you felt like that wasn’t the best move right now. so you sat silently, patiently, playing with the loose strings on the bathmat. finally the water shut off and a muscular hand reached out in blind search of a towel. he found one and you could hear him drying himself, before he flung the curtain open to find you sitting on the floor. you smiled up at him, just excited to be near him, happy that he was finally home.

“what are you doing?” he asked, deadpan.

you didn’t like his tone. it was cold and very un daddy like.

“i was.. waiting for you to be done.” you said, your smile faltering a little.

he sighed. “i can’t even get a minute alone in the fucking shower?”

you felt like you had been slapped. “wh-what?”

he stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, and walked right past you and into the bedroom.

the tears were back at your waterline, threatening to spill. you carefully stood up on shaky legs and walked to the bedroom. you peeked your head around the door frame and saw him pulling a pair of boxers on, hair dripping onto his bare shoulders.

you wanted to say something, but he said he wanted to be alone? you didn’t want to bother him. but he never talked like that. if he ever needed alone time, he would sweetly tell you that before setting you up a movie or activity to do while he spent some time with himself. you couldn’t remember a time when he had ever cursed at you. your mind again wondered if you had done something wrong. something to upset him. he noticed you standing silently in the doorway.

“damn it, y/n!” he yelled. “i said i want to be left alone. what the fuck don’t you understand!?” he stomped toward the door, toward you, his face scrunched up in anger. you had never seen that face on him before. he had never talked to you this way and it really scared you. he grabbed the door and slammed it shut in your face. you stumbled and fell backwards onto the floor, landing on your butt and scraping your palm in the process of trying to catch yourself.

you silently cried on the floor for a moment. your heart raced with fear, with hurt. your palm stung. you wiped your tears and shakily walked to the living room. you grabbed your phone and walked out the front door, not a destination in mind, cow slippers still on your feet.

you stared at the door handle to your apartment. you had been hiding in the cold emergency stairwell of your apartment building, unsure of where to go. you reached your hand out. you wanted to go inside. wanted to feel the safety of the four walls and locking door. you even wanted for chan to hold you. for him to tell you that everything was alright. that you were safe now. but how could he make you feel safe, when he was the one who scared you in the first place? your stomach was in knots. would he yell again? he promised he wouldn’t.. would he be mad at you? mad that you couldn’t give him space, mad that you left without telling him where you were going? your hand shook as you reached for the handle. you took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

chan was sat on the edge of the couch, his phone clutched in one fist, his other hand was at his mouth, nervously biting on his thumb nail. when he heard the door to the apartment open, he stood up abruptly, his phone clattering to the floor. he took a step in your direction. you noticed him, and the fear in your eyes broke his heart. the door clicked shut behind you quietly. you stood in the entryway, not making a move further into the apartment. he took another step toward you, fighting the urge to run to you and scoop you up in his arms. but you flinched, and took a step back. your eyes were wide with fear and hurt and he didn’t know what to do to make it better. for once in your relationship, daddy didn’t know how to fix it.

he sank to his knees in the middle of the living room, head hung low. you were confused at first. and then your confusion turned to worry, all your fears melting away. you slowly approached him, stopping a few feet away. his shoulders shook.

“daddy..?” you said, your voice soft.

he looked up at you, tears in his eyes, his face scrunched up in pain as he fought the urge to sob like a baby.

you had only ever seen him cry once, when he watched a particularly sad movie with you, but this was completely different. this was devastation in his eyes. you knelt in front of him. now face to face, you reached out and wiped his tears off his cheeks with the pads of your fingers.

“daddy don’t cry..”

his eyes locked on your palm, the scrape clearly visible as you collected his tears. he looked back to you, before gently reaching for your hand. he held it in his, palm up, examining the damage.

“baby what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with tears.

“i.. fell.” you say. “when you slammed the door.. i fell.”

his face contorted in pain again and his head fell forward. his tears splashed onto your palm and onto the floor.

“baby.. i’m so sorry.” he sobbed. he messily kissed your injured palm.

“it’s okay..” you comforted him.

he shook his head. “it’s not okay.” he looked up at you, gently squeezing your hand, careful of the scrape. “daddy is supposed to protect you. but i.. i caused this.” his eyes looked to the ceiling as he tried to stop his tears from flowing.

“did.. i do something?” you asked, your own tears coming to the surface again. “to make you mad?”

his free hand came to your cheek, stroking gently. “no, baby. of course not. you were just excited to see me and i yelled at you. what kind of daddy does that?”

“why did you yell then?” you asked.

“it’s been such a long day.. it seemed like everyone needed something from me.” he sniffled. “i just wanted to be alone. and away from everyone. and then when i got home and you were right there, i just.. i lost it.” he looked into your eyes, the glassy surface mirroring yours. “i am so so sorry. i can’t imagine how scared you must have been. i will never, ever, yell at you again. i promise.”

“i was really scared.” you confessed. “i’ve never seen you like that.”

“and you shouldn’t have. daddy should never yell at his princess.” just when he thought his tears were under control, his bottom lip started to quiver again. “you were just excited to see me..”

he felt terrible. awful at how he treated you. he felt undeserving of his title. the whole day was heavy on his shoulders, exhaustion taking over his body now that you were home and he knew you were safe.

“i thought maybe you got tired of me..” you said.

“what?” his heart squeezed, like the knife that had been plunged inside it already was now turning. “baby i could never get tired of you.”

you looked down at your injured hand, your own tears falling freely.

“i’m always so needy. always clinging to you.”

“and i love that. i really do. baby i promise that you did absolutely nothing wrong. this is all daddy’s fault.” he tilted your face up to look at him. “you are my perfect little baby, yeah?”

you sniffled, but did your best to nod your head in his hand.

“you. are. perfect.” he said again. enunciating each word, really wanting to make sure you understood.

“can.. can i hold you?” he asked. you nodded in response. “are you sure? tell me with words.”

“yes i’m sure. you can hold me.”

he sat down on his butt, his back leaning against the couch, and he pulled you into his lap. your face was in the crook of his neck and he wrapped his strong arms around you. he held you tight. he had a thought that maybe it was too tight. but when he tried to loosen his hold, you gripped onto him tighter, his t-shirt balled up in your little fists. you cried quietly into his shirt, relief flooding through you as you were finally where you belonged.

“baby i’m so sorry.” he said against your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “i will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. i will never scare you ever again. it’s.. it’s eating away at me.” he rubbed his hand across your back.

“do you think you could ever forgive me?” he asked.

you pulled away slightly to look at him properly. “i forgive you, daddy.”

tears threatened to spill down his cheeks again, but he refused. “really?”

you nodded. “you didn’t mean to scare me. you didn’t mean to yell.” you said. “but please don’t ever do it again.”

he shook his head, squeezing you tight. “i won’t. i promise.”

you held your pinky out. he let out a watery chuckle before linking his pinky with yours. “i pinky promise, baby.”

your head fell back to his shoulder and he continued to stroke your back, gently rocking both your bodies back and forth. it was quiet for a moment before he asked, “do you think Beary will forgive me?”

“hmm..” you thought. “i don’t know. he’s very protective of me.”

“i know he is. im a little nervous to face him.”

you laughed and he laughed too, your hearts feeling lighter now that you had each other again. and as he continued to rock you, your eyes grew heavy, your body exhausted from the long evening. you would eventually pass out on his shoulder and he would carry you to bed, tucking the cover around you, and kissing your forehead.

he would mutter an ‘i love you.’ and one more ‘i’m sorry.’ before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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[foreingersgod]

Ur so right about cc content being non existent 😭. I was wondering if I could request a cc fic or hc with Pro Tennis player!reader 🫡

Of course my love!! hope you like it :)

A/N: i’m not a huge athlete so apologies if this has slight inaccuracies

Battered and Bruised . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: typically caitlin is the one that comes home with the injuries, but when you take a nasty fall during your big tennis match, she’s the one to take care of you.

you love caitlin, but god did she get hurt a lot. you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t tired of the late nights stood between caitlin legs as she sat on the seat of the toilet, tending to countless bruises and scrapes.

but there were a fair share of sweet moments when she’d come home from an intense game. regardless of the pain she was in, her eyes would never leave your face. she was entranced by how beautiful you looked: hair messy from your evening practices on the court, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, the way your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth while you tried to open the bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

“please stop staring, i look like shit” you’d say.

“you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life” she’d reply, fingers fiddling with your skirt “i’m so insanely lucky”.

and she really meant it, she’s so grateful to have someone like you. someone who was willing to ‘nurse her back to health’, as you put it, no matter how late in the night it was or how little the cut might be. she wished you could understand how much something so little could mean the most.

so when you came home from a pretty nasty game, skin drenched in sweat, knees sore and covered purple, and your feet blistered, she knew this was her moment to return the favor.

“holy shit, YN, you look terrible” caitlin said, shocked to see you so beaten up.

“gee, thanks babe” you dropped your duffel bag and racket at the door, collapsing on the couch. you did your best to give her a sarcastic smile, but everything hurt and you could barely feel your face.

“stop that’s not what i meant,” she wasted no time rushing to your side to sit next to you. pulling up both of your legs to rest across her lap, she gently removed your socks and shoes to rub your aching feet. “what the fuck happened today?”

you honestly don’t really even know what happened, the match started off so well. but the entire time you couldn’t stop thinking about how caitlin wouldn’t be there this time due to conflicting schedules and it really threw you off your game.

“everything happened” you sighed, rubbing your head “first, you weren’t there today, so all i could think about was how badly i wanted to come home to you. then i kept messing up all my drills before we started…and the girl i was against today was so fucking bitchy and such a dirty player! i just couldn’t keep up like i normally do and i just…” you rambled mindlessly as pain shot through your entire body.

she reached over to push the hair out of your face, softly rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. “YN…”

“and i just kept tripping and i skinned my leg, i think at some point the ball hit me square in the head so now my whole fucking head hurts” you cried.

“baby, it’s ok, shhh, you’re ok” she cooed, forcing you to sit up next to her and she enveloped you into a hug. you just wanted to cuddle up into the side of her hoodie and stay there forever.

caitlin held you for a few minutes while you tried to catch your breath and give your body a break. her hand found its way to your hair once again, pulling out your pony tail and headband to massage your scalp.

“i think it’s my turn to take care of you this time” she finally whispered into your ear. she could practically feel your smile against her shoulder.

“i think that’d be nice”

“alright stay put for me, don’t move a muscle”

your girlfriend grabbed your gear as she headed up the stairs so she could put everything away for you. then she headed into the bathroom, dimming the lights and starting the bath. she made to sure to add your favorite bubble bath (the one your sister got you for Christmas last year) and some epsom salts to ease your sore muscles. on top of all this, she made an extra effort to set out some fresh clothes for you and hang up a new towel on your designated hook.

you perked up when she finally game down the stairs, eager to see what took her so long.

“ok, up you go” she urged, helping you off the couch and up the stairs. her hand rested at the small of your back, fingers lightly toying with the band of your skirt as she guided you towards the bathroom.

once she opened the door to reveal the elegant bath she had prepared for you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan of relief. the bubbles, the steam, the smell of the room could just about make you cry.

“i hope it’s ok, i made to sure to add in the stuff you like to help you relax a little bit, but tell me if it’s too much or too hot or anything and i’ll-” your lips found hers before she could finish her sentence. your fingers desperately grabbed at her hoodie, trying to pull her as close to you as you could. lips molding into one another’s with ease.

“this is perfect, caitlin. i don’t even know what to say”

“don’t say anything, just get in” she smiled at you.

like the sweet woman she is, caitlin helped you undress. assisting you with your sports bra and taking off your wristbands for you too. as you stepped in the warm water, you instantly felt alleviated and sunk into the comfort. while you closed your eyes, caitlin sat next to the tub on the toilet, soaking a rag in some cleanser to take off the days makeup and wipe away the sweat and grime.

when it was time to wash up, she forced your hand away from your shampoo bottles and body wash, begging you to let her do it for you. you had to admit, it felt good to let her do all the work for you and pamper you tonight.

after soaking in the tub for nearly an hour and caitlin allowing you to vent about the match, you finally forced yourself out and let caitlin dress you for bed. she had set out your “women’s tennis” college t-shirt and matching shorts for you and helped you into bed.

“so what you’re saying is i’ve got to start getting hurt out there more often?” you teased as cait settled behind you and pulled you against her chest so she could help you brush out your hair.

“god please don’t do that,” she laughed “not that i still wouldn’t do this for you regardless, but you just always take such good care of me when i come home battered and bruised.”

she stopped combing to kiss the side of you head and snake her arms around your waist. “you’re so good to me, baby. i love you, you deserve this and so much more”

though almost falling asleep from pure exhaustion, you managed to turn your head to catch her in one last kiss and a soft “i love you”. you were so blessed to have her in this life and the next.

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A/N: sorry if this is a little vague for “tennis player!reader”, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, thank you for the request <3

[cherrydipp]

heres me rambling all my notes from today / what i remembered

act 1 :

- chettrip is real. at bucks party they were in the room together they were getting FREAKY.

- during that number when the cop interrogates cherry and paul at the top, it seemed like cherry and paul were fighting and paul like told her to stop talking

- melodys mic was UP in far away from tulsa

- during ggah soda was WHIPPING everyone with the towel IT WAS SO FUNNY

- also during fatdi when the girls sing “aint no better than time than” or their little sequence, trip jumped onto the tire and did like “a girly dance” to mock them heheh it was SO FUNNY

- ace still smacked sodas butt

- during fatdi marcia and trip were ALLL over each other. marcia gave him a hug from behind and didnt let go it was so cute

- chet and paul were chatting it up during fatdi

- bob seemed relatively happy during fatdi up until the end

- bob stumbled a lot more very drunk, so did trip they were good at playing drunk.

- when dally got splashed, trip mocked him and dallas PUSHED him to the ground and HELPP it was like paul yelled at trip to go in time out he yanked him up like a cat and pointed to the car HEHEHE

- COLE TRIP IS SOOO FUNNY

- when the “aint that right ace” ace replied like more sultry?? i dont want to say seductive but idk any other word. it was more serious than when tilly does it

- i LOVE aramie dallas he plays him like a teenager

- emma was more angry today than sad which i liked. when she said “i said BEAT IT.” she MEANT IT. she was angry af

- BOB DID THE MOCKING THING YASSSS YASSSS it was so epic to hear live

- yall know my fave dance move…. (when that clock strikes three) I WATCHED CHERRY DO IT SO GOOD OOOOUUU YALL KNOW I LOVE THAT

- paul and bev were very chummy like very close

- after soda got the papers thrown at him he saw johnny jump and assured him it was just paper while smiling ☹️☹️

- CHERRYCOLA IS REAL. THEY WERE SMILING AT EACH OTHER AT THE END OF THE OPENING NUMBER LIKE FULL ON SMILING AND ADMIRING EACH OTHER.

- also when the line “NO SHIT!!” happens he didnt say it how he normally does he was more like “no… shit 😳” i like to think its cuz he was flirting with cherry after opening number okay let me live

- darry said the “look at these hands” part less angry ?? maybe vocal rest ??? or he is sick??

- JORDAN IS SO FUN TO WATCH DANCE I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF HIM

- this made me lol when dallas is like “twobit u got ur grease?” he went “no 😏” LIKE DEAD PANNED IT WAS SO FUNNY

- when i saw melvin carrying that plank i got so happy……

- chettrip kept giggling with each other guys theyre reallll they are reeeealllll they were bumping into each other like cray cray

- aramie looked so cool in buck merril red lighting door like it was sick he has so much aura its insane. i love u aramie

- emma pittman was on time YES QUEEN YESSSS 💗💗💗💗💗💗 she looks so beautiful on stage u guys

- these girls in front of me just got told off by this british lady HELPPP THIS SCHOOL KEEPS TALKING IT WAS SO FUNNY SHES SO AMAZING THAT BRITISH LADY I LOVE U THEY BETTER STFU NOW OMFG SYBAU SYBAU…….

- the opening number i almost cried its so good. like oh god its so satisfying to watch its the best number i think to watch.

- not much marbit content tbh idgaf i got martrip thats all that matters to me

- HELP ME YHESE GIRLS R MOVING HAHAHAHAHAH IM CRYINGGGG HELP ME YES GET CLOCKED GET CLOKCKED “is it that big of a problem” YES. U WOULDNT SHUT UP DURING ANYTHING OMG.

- marcia had her legs wrapped about trip during fatdi concessiong stand oh i guess thats icttyal not fatdi

- cam brill flipped off the greasers

act 2 :

- jft the interrogation part. paul like elbowed cherry and she back away, she didnt make eye contact ONCE with the cop or paul. paul was mad

- trip had the DIRTIEST GLARE EVER AT CHERRY STOPPP thats ur bff leave her alone omfg.

- cam brill was so AGGRESSIVE trying to snatch bobs jacket from cherry. she full on like stumbled backward. trip jumped in her face and she flinched.

- cherry opt up you guys. it was so fricken heavenly. she also added an extra riff oh my LORD IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I SHOOK. paul was very angry

- paul didnt step on twobit today, he kneeled on his chest instead.

- the darry and dally fight was different than normal. instead of dally overpowering darry, darry pushed him ontop of the car and didn’t let up until sodapop pulled him down. that’s when he fell to the ground.

- cherry’s legs shook during jft like she was uneasy on her feet, clearly nervous.

- melvin dipp during the fire again dont play

- jordan jumping on darrys back at the end of hoods turned heroes HELP it was so silly hes so tall and lanky on top of him i tried not to giggle.

- oh i forgot to mention they changed the ace and twobit choreo during the drive in obviously because daryl cant lift someone way taller than him like that.

- during jft bev had her head on brills shoulder while he just held her.

- martrip wouldnt let go of each other and when marcia had to to comfort cherry, she gently plucked him off.

- melvin HELP melvin ran a little to keep up with sergei when they walked out in trouble.

- trip went over and massaged melvins shoulders. i wish they kept it how it used to be with sean jones where he points to ace, but i guess it made sense for this show (idk if they always do this) cuz aint no way in HELL trip would point to the boy whos 103748291 feet taller than melvin

- WATCHING MELVIN FIGHT JORDAN ACE WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY DTTM.

- either bob or trip (pretty sure it was bob cuz the socs were saying bob) like was practically in the audience. and their voices were so heartbreaking as they pulled him in it was a direct parallel of pony pulling johnny.

- oh goodness me pony’s voice when johnny went silent broke me. dont even. stroblboy is a amazing im sorry for ever doubting you

- ARAMIE IS THE DALLAS. he is my dallas i preferred him sooo much over josh boones dallas.

- he plays dallas much younger and looks younger like he was shorter than darry and all.

- his mic was messed up for the beginning of little brother but he still sounded phenomenal.

- genuinely his dallas portrayal is heartbreaking and he sounds so beautiful oh my goodness.

- during little brother i love watching the socs and greasers at the bottom and oh goodness cherry moved with like such pain you didn’t need to see her face to know it. i like to imagine the closer they are to the front is the more guilty they felt for johnny’s death so cherry being in the front had me drop a tear bruh.

- hoods turned hero the projection was lowkey cut off cuz COLE. IS TOO SHORT AND SO IS MELVIN BRUH. stupid dipp brothers.

- hopeless war had a few added riffs i believe. emma pittman is so amazing

- okay so during the scene where cherry gives pony johnny’s clothes, when she first entered here’s what i noticed. last time i saw it, sodapop was so much more hesitant to let her in, he was like “no you can’t—“ and walked over but this time he was so much more wrecked. like he and darrel both just replied with a soft “hi.” when she left his eyes followed her the entire time.

- darry’s voice when he said “we love you.” had me in SHAMBLES.

- when ponyboy saw johnny in the rumble oh sweet neptune.

- trip is directly in front during the rumble he looked so angry and so did melvin. when they do the last punches when they face the audience, melvin like threw gravel and shouted “COME ON” or something like that. proving my point about him and fighting.

- HELP ME THE PPL KEPT GETTING YELLED AT TS SO FUNNY

- uh the ending number bob was so nonchalant leaning against the wood plank smh.

thanks emma pittman for introducing me to cherry and paul siblings. also this is all my opinions. i hope u wnjoy the tidbit about the british lady

[gyalwtf]

growing up with sharmarke mohamud, <3

guys please request beta squad fics!!

Details ; Sharly × fem!reader, she's a few months younger than him, and definitely way shorter. The numbers represent ages!!

Warnings ; not really a warning but i based their school years off of mine from when i was younger, so im not sure if this is accurate.

Sharmarke Mohamud — or the name everyone has known him as, Sharky, has been your friend for life. I mean, you've always known him, and you don't remember a time where you didn't know who he was, he's just kind of always been there.

07,

You and Sharky were introduced to each other at such a young age, and got used to each other's presence so fast, but as little kids, of course you also bickered a lot. “Mommy!! Sharky took my toy!” You cried to your mom, who was chatting happily to his mom. Sharky looked so panicked, he didn't want to get snitched on! You quickly ran to your mom, whining to her as you hugged her, Sharky hurriedly following. His mom laughed, along with yours as she consoled you. Sharky's mom told him to stop being mean to you and to give it back, to which he frowned at getting into trouble, he wasn't really, but he did give it back.

Muttering an apology, your mom then saying for you to accept it and forgive him, and you of course listened to her. You hugged your toy, as you hesitantly went back to playing with Sharky, still kind of mad, but in no time you forgot about your earlier tears and instead enjoyed playing with him.

13,

Both of you had ended up as classmates for this school year, and unfortunately your desks had ended up quite close to each other, eh being friends for over five years now just meant you talked to each other more. It was currently a rainy day and the school didn't want the students going out and getting wet, so they chose to confine everyone in their classrooms in break, much to the students' dismay.

You and Sharky were both talking while sitting on your desks. You were eating your lunch, but sadly, Sharky forgot his today. “Do you not have any food?” You asked, only just now noticing that he had no food.

He said no, to which you replied with, “Want some of mine?” Hearing your words, he blushed, and laid his face on his desk, kind of flustered at the offer. It was just a friendly gesture, you didn't want him to starve after all, so why was he blushing? Seems like he developed feelings before you did.

17,

Watching him yap about football was so comforting for some reason. You just loved to hear him talk so passionately about his interests, and he loved that you would listen. Looking up at him as he spoke gave your stomach butterflies, there was once a time that you were the same height, now he was much taller than you and he still had a bit to grow taller. You just got so enveloped in watching him talk, that his words went in one ear and went out the other. You got out of that daze though and upon realizing you didn't comprehend his words, you asked him, “Sorry Sharks, repeat that again please?”

and he, of course, repeated. Little did you know that he loved listening to your voice just as much, or maybe even more than you loved listening to him, both of you could talk endlessly with each other. From that moment, he was 100% sure.

20,

You smiled as Sharky brought up that he started a youtube channel, under the name ‘afcsharky’ with you promising to subscribe and to watch his first video, which was a FIFA one. As promised, you watched it fully and supported him the best you could with his videos, with him being so happy that you were his first supporter.

A few years back, you started to realize that he was more than just your best friend, and you vowed to yourself that you were to support him with everything he did, and whichever path he took. So, of course, you wanted to be with him as he started this new era in his life.

27,

Sharky was currently on stream, with you joining him. The two of you were watching his subscriber count, waiting for it to reach one million. His channel, which was now just ‘sharky’ was about to reach one million, and he wanted you to be the one with him when it happened.

You were smiling from ear to ear out of happiness when he called you, so excited to reach one million and he eagerly asked you to come on stream with him when it happened, which you, of course, accepted. He was sitting on his gaming chair while you stood up, waiting as you both watched as the subscriber count was 999,998 and then 999,999 and then one million! When that happened, he smiled, he was so proud of himself, and you were even more proud. You instantly hugged him tightly when it happened, being much more expressive of your happiness.

28,

The two of you were currently on a date, well neither of you officially called it a date, but in your head, it was. He picked you up, his mom taught him well of course, giving you countless compliments that you blushed at. The two of you were having dinner, having so much fun. Reminiscing and laughing about your silly childhood memories, and there wasn't a moment without happiness. Sadly, you both finished dinner and had to go home, with the two of you paying, and him wanting to be a gentleman, but you also wanting to pay, agreed on 60/40, which satisfied the two of you and he drove you back home.

Once you both reached there, he walked with you to the door, even if it was a short distance, he still wanted to anyway, and before you went into your house, he stopped you. He told you, “y/n? Do you mind waiting for a second, i wanna tell you something.” He says, his nervousness evident, and you also started to get nervous. You nod and he takes a deep breath and confesses, “y/n, you've been with me since we were little, and you've always been supporting me no matter what I did. I really appreciate you, and i'm so grateful for you being with me all these years, and I've wanted to say for so long, that I really really like you. You're so sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, kind and all the other compliments in the book, and I wanted to ask. Will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?"

While he's saying his words, you could feel yourself blushing, you had no idea that he would like you back. A smile forms on your face as you happily answer, “Yes, yes! Of course, Sharky!” you exclaim as you hug him, with you continuing with a, “if you will take me to be your girlfriend,” to which he hugs you back tightly, relieved that you didn't reject him and he said of course to your question. You pull apart to look at him, he was so much taller than you, and he hesitantly asked, “Can I kiss you?” you nodded and said yes very quickly, as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.

He was so happy to finally be able to call you his, he had feelings for you ever since you were kids after all, and he prayed that he would one day be able to marry you. Being determined to do so ever since he was 17, and now he was one step closer to his goal.

You vowed to yourself all those years ago that you would be his number one supporter, following him through every path, and what just happened reassured you that he would do the same. Oh how happy you were to finally be able to officially call him your boyfriend.

© gyalwtf 2024 - please do not repost, translate or copy any of my works on other platforms without permission.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Can I ask for a JJ x daughter!reader where reader is taken to work with JJ for whatever reason and it’s made apparent that JJ is her favorite person based on the way reader acts? I would like if reader was a toddler cause that would be adorable but I understand if you don’t.

Love You Mama

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 696

age: 3

summary: your mom takes you to work and you say hi to everyone but only want her

a/n: i've never written for a toddler before because i literally dont remember any of my life before 13 so i usually write for teens but i tried my best, i hope you like it!!!!

I held mama's hand as we rode up the elevator together. "Mama." I squealed when I looked up at her.

"Yeah baby?" The doors opened so she walked me to her work.

"Wanna go up." I jumped a bit.

"Up the elevator? We can't go up there sweetheart." I felt my hand get squeezed softly.

"Up."

"Honey-"

"Hug." She smiled at my words. She picked me up and held me against her. I nuzzled my head into her neck and hugged her.

"Look! It's Auntie Em!" My mama pointed ahead.

"Hi!" I put up my hand for a high five. My mama tried to hand me over to her but I didn't wanna. "No mama. Want you."

"You want your mama?" Auntie Em asked. I nodded and poked her cheek.

"Mamas right here baby." My mom kissed my nose and I giggled. "You're cute aren't you?"

"You brought in baby Jareau!" I heard my Aunt Penelope. She grabbed and hugged me, my mama letting her. I cuddled her for a bit but I wanted my mama.

"Mama." I reached for her but saw she was far away so I cried. She immediately turned around, she looked sad when she saw me crying.

"Oh no. What happened. Did I make her cry? I didn't mean to do that-"

"Penelope it's fine." Mama assured her, holding me while walking to her office. "Now what's wrong hun? What has you crying like this?" She put me on the couch and knelt in front of me.

"Want you."

"I'm right here honey." She held her hands out so I put my hands in hers. "Did Aunt Pen make you sad?" I shook my head. "Then why are you crying?"

"I missed you."

"But I'm right here baby girl. I'm right here." She kissed my hand. "There's a lot of people out there who want to say hi to you. Uncle Spence, Uncle Morgan-"

"Don't want them. Want you."

"Ok." She looked down and sighed.

"Make you sad?"

"No no baby I'm not sad. You're just not normally this clingy."

"But I love you mama."

"I love you too sweetheart." She picked me up again. "We're gonna go say hi to them alright?"

"Only want you hugs."

"You only want my hugs?" I nodded, smiling. "Well that's ok. You don't have to hug anyone else, that's ok. You only hug who you wanna hug."

"Ok mama."

"Just want you to remember that sweetie." She kissed my cheek and I giggled. It felt funny. Mama did it again and again until Uncle Morgan said hi.

"Hey y/n." He reached out for a hug.

"She just wants me Morgan." Mama held me a bit tighter, grabbing my hand.

"I see you're playing favorites now little Jareau. That's not gonna slide when you're older." He tickled my chin so I giggled.

"Love mama."

"She just loves me too much." Mama shrugged, stroking my back. I hummed and hugged her tight. "Where's Spence?"

"He's not here today. He came down with something."

"That's why little y/n is here today isn't it?" She squeezed my finger. "Her whole class came down with something and her babysitter couldn't work today."

"Mama."

"Yeah baby?" She squeezed my finger again.

"Cuddle."

"Oh honey...you wanna cuddle?" I nodded. "We can cuddle. Come on let's go. Say bye to Uncle Morgan."

"Bye Uncle Morgan!" I smiled, just wanting to cuddle my mama.

Once I was cuddled up with her I felt good. "What's got you so clingy today sweetie?" I hid my face in her chest.

"Missed you."

"Missed me when?"

"School."

"I miss you when you're at school. But when I get home and see you it makes up for all of it, yeah?" I shrugged, wanting to be closer to my mama.

"I guess."

"I love you so much sweetie, you know that?" I nodded, my cheeks turning warm. "You're blushing."

"Love you too mama." I gripped her shirt tight.

"Mamas never gonna leave you, ok? I'm always gonna be here."

"You no leave."

"Mhm. Mama will never leave." I got a forehead kiss so I sniffled closer. "Mama loves you very much."

"Love you more mama."

[fivelila]

S4,E6: Thinking about how the scene with Five holding Lila as cried, utterly devastated in the subway after saying goodbye to her children…he runs to her, holds her and accepts her “I hate you for this” because he understands the depth of her pain and how it had to be channeled somewhere. He was the safe place for her when she was the most broken. “I know”….

She clings to him for a long time, he quietly holds her close. And then the camera just zooms out and cuts away. What happened after she finally caught her breath? How long did he hold her like that? She doesn’t run back to Diego, even though he would be enduring the same pain losing their children. No, Lila needs Five. Her interaction with Diego is perfunctory, only saying the kids are safe, not sharing her brokenness and grief with him.

Only Five knows her that deeply. Her words say I hate you but they both know that what lies under those words is raw devastation and mutual understanding that Five is strong enough to hear it and know that she NEEDS him right now and always. Lila knows he’s strong enough to take it- he always has been strong enough for her.

One hint is that when they blink back to Luther’s place they are staring at each other, not the siblings or their surroundings as one would expect. The camera cuts away and then back to them, still staring at each other. It says so much about what the camera didn’t show.

…Do you know if anyone has written a fic about the moments here, between these two scenes?

With the way time behaves in the subway, they could have been gone for a few minutes or a few years.

Beautifully written! I totally agree.

Lila needed Five, not Diego. It was Five who hugged and comforted her, who she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of. I still don't understand how anyone can say she chose Diego after that scene. That scene is honestly the best thing the final episode gave us. You can see the depth of their bond, their vulnerability and closeness to each other. Five was her safe place for so long and once again she ended up in his arms while experiencing such a very heartbreaking moment.

And in the meantime… a lot of things could have happened!

Honestly, I actually wrote one of those fanfictions. It's the exact moment before the comeback. Well, I wrote it two days after the finale, so my emotions were a little wild. And I would have written the scene differently today. But here it is:

[writerslittlelibrary]

Thank you so much for writing my request. Omg that was amazing if you could do a part two pretty please (also like reader scared of Maria but I didn’t think of what to call her apart from agent/director hill)

I hope it wasn’t much problem writing it

Sending you this love💛💛💛

-🦈

We are your mothers 2

masterlist requests masterlist

part 1

summary: when you get kidnapped, your moms do everything in their power to get you back, only to find out that now you'll never call them mom again...

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, nightmares

genre: angst

words: 1169

a/n: part 2 is finally here! also, covid's been kicking my ass and I can't really breath or see (due to teary eyes) so sorry if this isn't great. I really wanted to write the part 2, and I might improve it or make it longer when I feel better :)

(also who has covid three times? why is that a thing🤨)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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It had been over a week, and you were yet to interact with your mothers. Yelena was the only one you let close to you, but even she had no idea what you had endured. You didn't sleep a lot, nightmares haunting you, seemingly even when you were awake.

It broke your mothers hearts, to hear you scream and cry every night and not be able to comfort you. They made that mistake the first night, and the moment they walked in, you tried to crawl away from them, falling off the bed in the process. They tried helping you, but when they got close, you shielded your head and face with your arms, shaking in fear with the thought they might hit you. Natasha had spent that night crying in Maria's arms, hearing how Yelena shushed your cries and cuddled you back to sleep.

When the mornings came, you wouldn't come out of your room, afraid your moms might be in the kitchen. Natasha picked up on that quickly, and her and Maria started having breakfast at least an hour before you'd wake up.

Most nights they spend crying. Maria tried to be the strong one, comforting Natasha to the best of her abilities but she failed, and soon broke down beside her with the fear they might never get to hold their little girl ever again. 

It was a frightening thought to the both of them.

“How you doing, baby spider?” Yelena asked as she walked into your room, seeing you drawing at your desk. You shrugged. Yelena sighed softly in disappointment, but made sure not to let you hear her. You hadn't spoken a lot, and despite Yelena's many efforts, you wouldn't speak to her either. 

Yelena sat down on your bed, leaning back and facing you.

“I was thinking we could go to the mall today. Maybe visit that bookstore you like so much?” Yelena tried, but you didn't even acknowledge her sentence. 

Yelena sighed to herself again, getting up and walking towards you. You quickly closed your sketchbook when you felt her coming close, turning around with your chair to face her.  

“Will Miss Romanoff and Miss Hill come too?” you asked Yelena softly, and she smiled hesitantly at you. “You know they are still your mothers, right? They'd love for you to call them mom and mama again…” Yelena tried carefully, but you flinched from even hearing those names.

You shook your head and turned back around to your desk, tears stinging in your eyes. 

Yelena wasn't sure on what to do, but she decided that after a week, it was finally time to push. “Why wouldn't you want to call them that again? They've missed you so much.”

Tears streamed down your face, but Yelena just couldn't drop it. “They love you.” That was when you let out your first sob, crying as quietly as possible. Yelena didn't hesitate to lean forward, capturing you in a hug and letting you cry on her shoulder.

“What happened to you? What did they do to you?” Yelena asked softly, rubbing your back with one hand while the other cradled your head against her. 

You sobbed and shook your head, trying to tell her, but your sentences came out muffled and in broken sobs. Yelena continued to comfort you, softly sushing you and continuing to rub your back. “We all love you, y/n,” Yelena said softly. “Just know that.”

After your sobs reduced to sniffles, Yelena tried to pull back to look at you, but you just pulled her closer.

Quietly you explained what happened. You left out most details, but covered the most important parts: they hurt when you didn't listen, and all you could see were your mothers.

Yelena had tears stinging her eyes as she heard you explain, holding you closely as she tried to keep in her own sobs. Hearing you talk about Natasha and Maria like that, hearing what you thought they did to you, broke her heart into a million pieces. She kept rubbing your back when your sobs started up again, whispering comforting things into your ear as you explained. 

After a few minutes, when you both calmed down, Yelena finally pulled back, pulling you to face her. “We all love you. Natasha and Maria love you more than anything in this world. They would do anything to hear you call them mom and mama again,” Yelena explained, wiping some hair from your face.

You nodded softly, your tears finally reducing. 

“I'll try,” you said, hugging Yelena one more time before standing up.

Yelena held your hand as you walked to the common area, your moms found sitting on the couch, watching a movie together to try and distract themselves. 

“Natasha…” you softly called, her head whipping around to see you standing there, squeezing Yelena's hand out of fright. “Hi baby,” she said softly, slowly getting up to walk towards you. You tensed up slightly when she came closer, but Yelena squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Natasha came closer carefully, reaching her hands up to try and touch you. When she saw you didn't try to move away from her, she softly put her hands around you, pulling you into a hug.

Maria soon joined, putting her arms around you both as you quietly embraced each other.

When Natasha pulled back, she carefully reached her hands to your face, wiping some hairs that had fallen in front of it away. “I love you so much,” she spoke, tears stinging in her eyes. You kept quiet, tears stinging in your own eyes as well.

“We both do,” Maria spoke, putting her hand on the other side of your face carefully.

They were so afraid to hurt or scare you away. You nodded softly, your tears now streaming down your face. When you fell asleep that night, it was on the couch, your head on Yelena's lap and your legs on Natasha's.

You still hadn't spoken to them, but it was progress. You fell asleep in the same room as them, even going so far as letting Natasha touch you. 

Natasha smiled to herself as she saw your sleeping form, softly stroking your legs as you slept. Yelena had told them everything that night, and both Natasha and Maria had broken down after hearing what you'd been put through. 

You hadn't really said anything to them, and it would for sure take a long time before you'd call them mom and mama again, if you'd ever even call them that again, but Maria and Natasha were willing to wait, helping you wherever they could. 

They love you, and they always will.

(Tags : @marvelogic @marvelav @lgas202-blog @jusnough @carol-romanoff @natsbraids)

[castawaycat]

Chapter 23: The Tales of a Little Tiger- A Little Star in Daycare

Summary: America goes to daycare for the first time. Wanda and Natasha discuss the possibility of y/n being autistic and having sensory processing disorder.

America clung to her mama Yelena as they walked into what looked like a classroom.

With the help of Tony and Bruce she was now three years old and in the body of a three year old. It was the age she had chosen for herself. 

“What do you think of your new preschool classroom?” Yelena asked America as she kneeled in front of her little. 

“Want to stay with you and mommy.” America said as she felt tears fill her eyes. 

Yelena wiped away the tears that had fallen down her little’s face. “Aww, my love. It’s only for a few hours everyday. You will have lots of fun. Peter is in your class and y/n is in the toddler class down the hall.” She said trying her best to reassure America. 

Kate walked into the classroom, she frowned when she saw America crying in Yelena’s arms. “Everything okay?” She asked as she rubbed her little girl’s back. 

“No leave.” America sobbed into her mama’s shoulder. Ever since she had transitioned into a full little, she had developed separation anxiety with Yelena and Kate. 

Kate took America into her arms and did her best to soothe her little one. “It’s okay. We will always come and get you. It’s just for a few hours so me and mama can work.” 

After a while America seemed to calm down. She sucked on her thumb as she saw Peter run into the classroom along with other children. 

Peter ran up to Yelena and hugged her excitedly. “Is America gonna be in my class?!” 

Yelena smiled and nodded her head, “yes. She’s a little scared. Do you think you can help her not be so scared?” 

Peter nodded his head as he wanted to help in any way that he could. He walked over to Kate and America, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna have lots of fun!” He said excitedly as he took America’s small hand into his. 

America let go of her mommy and followed Peter to some shelves full of toys. She giggled and cheered up as they started to play together. 

Kate and Yelena both became emotional as they watched their little girl play with the other children.

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When it came time for parents to pick up their children, Kate and Yelena were the first to arrive. While they waited they paid a visit to your classroom. 

You walked up to Yelena first and raised your little arms up wanting to be picked up. “Nena!” You babbled as you still couldn’t say your aunt Yelena’s name correctly; yet you had mastered saying Lucky’s name perfectly fine.

“You’re getting so big, y/n!” Yelena said as she chuckled when she picked you up. 

“She’s now a tiger cub.” Kate said as she kissed your forehead. “I can’t believe that she’s already two years old.” 

Natasha and Wanda walked into the toddler classroom and smiled when they saw Yelena and Kate holding you in their arms. 

“It’s nice to see you here. Was today America’s first day? Did you cry sestra?” Natasha teased Yelena.

”Oh, be quiet! We all know that you cried when it was y/n’s first day.” Yelena teased back before saying, “and yes. Kate and I both cried.” 

Everyone laughed but it was all in good fun. 

You reached your arms out to Natasha who gladly took you in her arms. 

While Natasha and Wanda signed you out and talked to your teacher Kate and Yelena walked down the hall to pick up America and see how their little’s first day of daycare had gone. 

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America looked up from her coloring sheet and a big smile formed on her face when she saw her mama and mommy standing at the door talking to her teacher. She got up and ran to them. 

“Mama! Mommy!” She said excitedly as she ran to both of them. They welcomed her in their arms and held her tightly. 

“Hello, my little star. How was your day?” Yelena asked as she couldn’t stop smiling when she felt her little girl run into her arms. 

“Had fun, Mama. Peter and me played all day!” America said happily as she smiled big. 

Kate also couldn’t stop smiling as she listened to America talk about her day. “That’s wonderful, sweet girl. Sounds like you had a great first day!” 

America nodded her head as she showed off her artwork and the crafts that she had made with Peter. She still had some blue paint on her hands and face. Needless to say her first day was a success.

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Wanda and Natasha cooked dinner together as you played in the living room with your stuffed tiger and some of your toys. 

It was storming outside and you started to cry when you heard a loud clap of thunder. 

Wanda rushed to you and picked you up. “It’s alright y/n. You’re safe, it was just the thunder.” She comforts you as she shows you that it’s raining outside through the window.

Your little hands are still covering your ears and you’re still having a hard time calming down despite being in your mama’s arms. 

Natasha wrapped her arms around you and Wanda. She felt her caregiver pheromones kick in which combined with Wanda’s was able to soothe you. “It’s okay, malen’kiy.” 

Once you had calmed down, your mama Wanda strapped you into your high chair and placed your dinner on your tray; she handed you a plastic spoon and attempted to teach you how to feed yourself. 

You babbled as you tried to scoop some food onto your spoon by yourself. You were very independent and were in a phase where you wanted to do everything on your own. 

Wanda laughed when you kept trying to do it on your own. “Y/n, are you sure you don’t want mama to help you?” 

You shook your head no stubbornly as you managed to get some food into your mouth. You clapped your little hands triumphantly. 

Wanda and Natasha both smiled and laughed as they watched you feed yourself as they ate their own dinner. 

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Once you were asleep in your toddler bed cuddling your tiger, your mama’s both leaned down and kissed your forehead. You looked so happy and content tucked in under your favorite blanket. 

Natasha wrapped her arms around her girlfriend sensing that something was on her mind, “what’s wrong, my love?” She asked gently. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about y/n and how she was crying when she heard the thunderstorm. I’ve noticed that ever since she was a baby that she doesn’t like loud noises and certain sensory interactions bother her.” Wanda said as she watched you sleep. 

Natasha nodded her head in understanding, “I’ve noticed the same thing. I know at our last checkup Cho mentioned that y/n might have sensory processing disorder and might be autistic as well. Which if she is isn’t a problem; it just means that her brain works a little differently and we may need to look into what accommodations we can provide for y/n.” 

Wanda relaxed in her girlfriend’s embrace as she felt heard and validated for her worries and concerns. “You’re right. If y/n is neurodivergent then that’s perfectly okay. We will do everything we can to make our little tiger’s life the best it can be.” 

“It might be a little early to do testing but I’ll contact Cho in the morning and see if we can at least discuss our concerns with her.” Nat said as she placed a soft kiss on Wanda's head.

[simplydannie]

["The Set Up"]

Once Floyd learns Veneer's fate, I can just imagine him screaming and crying in anguish and rage. Anguish over his adopted son's death, and rage at The Mistress.

If a troll that grew up in Under Rageous were to say ignorant, insensitive things about Veneer in front of Floyd while he's in that state, I imagine Floyd would give that troll an earful and rake them across the coals, basically showing them why they shouldn't run their mouth about matters they know nothing about nor diss someone's dead kid in front of their parent. I don't think he'd normally go on such a tirade if he weren't emotionally raw from bereavement, but he wouldn't be having the other troll's crap either way.

In that context, if Floyd were "rescued" from Velvet, he'd already be pissed at his "rescuer" before they inadvertently throw fuel into the fire.

Floyd is definitely going to be heartbroken. It showed how they still cared for each other: Veneer set Floyd free even if he knows he’d earn a beating. Yet, Floyd still returned for him. Floyd is so kind that it takes something truly to heart to get him angry… and that something could very well be Veneer. Hmm, i can picture it like this:

The Set Up (con.): Rescued

Link to main story here.

Everything happened so fast: the rising platform making strange noises, it cracking and breaking in half, Velvet screaming… Veneer falling to the ground below with Bruce and John. These diamond were impenetrable, he didn’t doubt John and Bruce had survived the fall…. But Veneer…

“He has to be okay.” Floyd whispered to himself as he hugged his knees inside his diamond. Branch sat opposite him inside his own. Since the accident he noticed a shift in his brother’s mood…. He grew silent and distant. Clay stood on the other side.

“Floyd?” Branch called out to him. Floyd did his best to smile; he had put Branch through so much, why worry him?

“Sorry. Just…a lot today.”

“John and Bruce are going to be alright.” Clay said.

“I know they will. These diamonds are tough. That’s why they say the perfect family harmony is the only to break it.” He smiled, but he didn’t say more.

Branch allowed for some moments of silence to pass, “It’s Veneer isn’t it?” Floyd looked up his brother, Clay gave him a questionable look.

“Why the kid?” He asked.

“There’s a bond… isn’t there?” Branch finally asked. Floyd sighed and nodded.

“We…” Before he could continue any further the sound of high voices came from out the door.

“The Trolls are gone? And you just wait till now to tell!” Mistress screamed at the top of her lungs. She was yelling at the two Bergens who barely showed her the empty diamonds they found. “That stupid kid…” they heard her mumble under her breath. The three Troll brothers glanced at each other… John and Bruce escaped! Floyd knew all to well that it was Veneer who would have done that… he kept listening…

SLAM!

The sound of a door bursting open echoed through the room and halls.

“Where is he?!” Velvets boomed down the hallways.

“Velvet please just…”

“WHERE IS MY BROTHER!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Floyd could hear the desperation in her voice.

“Don’t you door talk to me like that!” Mistress replied…

CRASH!

The sound of things breaking began to echo with the voices, “WHERES VENEER?” Velvet demanded again.

“DEAD VELVET!”

Silence……

“….where is he? I’m not playing.” Velvet continued.

“He’s gone!… Ruff and Gruff went to look for him. They found him…. He was already gone when they found him….I’m sorry.” Mistress tried to sound as sincere as she could.

“No….” The word escaped Floyd’s lips. Branch and Clay turned to look at their brother as he fell to his knees.

“You’re… you’re lying…” A whisper was barely heard escaping Velvets lips…..silence…..

THUMP!

The sound of a fist hitting the wall was heard, then the wailing sounds of Velvets cries…

“No. No. No. No. No. NO!” She screamed at the top of her lungs…. The small Trolls heard the pain in her cries and voice. “No. No!” She cried over and over, “Not Vennie. Not my Vennie.” She screamed and screamed.

“Velvet im sorry, but there’s nothing you can do.” Mistress tried to speak to her, but Velvet continued to scream and cry, muting the sounds around her. “Get her up! Let her sorrow in her room. We need to speak about retrieving the body…” Velvet cried and wailed. The Trolls heard her screams as she was carried down the hallway.

“She…. She doesn’t deserve to feel that way…” Clay said.

“… It’s like… I felt her pain…” Branch added. They both turned to Floyd… he was hugging his knees, face buried.

“Floyd?” Branch called out.

“AAAGGHH!!” His tiny fists slammed against the diamond, tears were streaming down his eyes, “It’s my fault! It’s all my fault! I….I….” He tried to catch his breath in between his tears, “I should’ve left when I could! I shouldn’t have tried to abandon them like I did!” He cried and screamed in pain.

“No, no, Floyd… you can’t..” Branch tried to sooth him.

“No Branch! Dont please!” Floyd continues crying, “He’s gone. He’s gone because of me!” He cried and punched the diamond over and over…. Branch and Clay then saw something in Floyd they had never seen…. Hatred, and true anger.

“She’s going to pay….Shes not going to get away with this…. I’ll kill her myself if have too..” He whispered under his breath….Suddenly a commotion was heard above them…One of the vents popped off landing with a CLANK on the dresser the Trolls were propped on. Coming down on grapple hooks were three gray Trolls.

“What are you guys doing here?” Branch asked. Floyd turned to look between them and his brother curiously.

“We were there at the Rage Dome. We saw everything. We also ran into John and Bruce, they said you three were most likely still captive.” One gray Troll said walking up to Clay’s diamond.

“Of course. They were right.” The other responded. The Troll near Clay’s diamond took out a device, placing it on the diamond, it began to vibrant at a high frequency….The diamond shattered.

“Whoa. That’s one way of doing it.” Clay commented.

“Why not just pop the lid off or something?” Branch asked as the gray Troll made himself over to him.

“Rageons are the only ones who open and close precious jewels. There touch does something to it or something like that. Unfortunately for the rest of us…” Branches diamond also shattered… “We have to find ways.” He then went over to Floyd.

“You found my brothers….Did….Did you see a Rageon with them?” Floyd asked, a pain in his voice.

“Oh yeah.” The gray Troll giggled…this itched Floyd’s nerve, “Let’s just say he wont be seeing the sunrise tomorrow.” The other gray Trolls laughed. “It’s what the kid deserved. Don’t get yourself into something you can’t get out of…and that’s exactly what these two knuckle heads did. Torturing Trolls all for their gain. Hopefully he get’s tortured in the afterlife, see how he likes it. I would say maybe someone could show him how it feel like to suck his talent, but no luck there. He was a talentless bastard…”

CRUNCH!

As soon as Floyd’s diamond shattered, his fist came straight in contact with the grays Troll face. He fell back holding his nose, crying in agony, “What the hell?!” He cried out looking at Floyd. Floyd’s breathing was ragged as anger fumed across his veins. He went up to the gray Troll again…

SMACK! He punched.

SMACK! Again….

SMACK! And again…

“FLOYED!” Branch ran to his brother, restraining him. Clay joined in as he saw Floyd was determined to continue laying a beating on the gray Troll.

“DONT YOU DARE TALK ABOUT VENEER THAT WAY! DON’T YOU EVER, EVER DARE! EVER AGAIN!” He screamed. The gray Troll held his nose as blood seeped through.

“He was just a stupid Rageon!” He yelled.

“AGGGHH!” Floyd shook free and tackled the Troll. He held him tight in a head lock, “He was more than that! He was much, MUCH more than that! He was kind, he was gentle…he was innocent and didn’t deserve this!” He screamed as tears began falling down his face, “….He was my kid…and now he’s gone…”

“FLOYD!” Branched yelled again.

He released the Troll, leaving him gasping for air. Branch and Clay stood and watch him in bewilderment…never had Floyd acted like this, never had they seen the anger run through his eyes as it did now. Stupid Under Rageous Trolls wouldn’t understand. They hated Rageons for what they did to Trolls….But Veneer was just any regular Rageon. He took pity on Floyd, saved him, helped him regain his colors…became his family…and now…all that would be just memory…because Veneer wasn’t there for Floyd to run back to anymore. Floyd allowed himself to feel the pain of loss once more as tears began to fall again, his body shaking with every cry….

He then gathered his strength and stood up. Floyd turned to face the gray Trolls once more, “Don’t ever comment on things you don’t know about..Especially when it involves the death of someone’s son.” He hopped off the dresser and went towards the door.

“No, Floyd! Where are you going? We have to get out of here.” Clay called out.

“No…I have one more kid out there…one more alive. I am not going to abandon her…not again.” He ran and slid under the opening of the door…he was gone out of sight.

[togrowoldinv]

Valedictorian

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Your daughter is the valedictorian of her class and the whole team and family watches her graduate

Note: I got this idea from going to so many graduations lately and of course I headcanon Nat and y/n’s kids as valedictorian level smart lol. Enjoy this fluff!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

“Natasha?” You try your best to get her attention. She’s staring off into space as she sits next you.

Her leg shakes with nervousness. You put a soft hand on her thigh.

“She’s going to do so great, my love,” you tell her.

Finally, she acknowledges you. It’s just with the slip of her hand in yours but it’s enough to know she’s okay.

You direct your attention back to the stage where the principal calls for the valedictorian to give the commencement speech. Your daughter stands up from her seat and walks to the stage.

There are hoops and hollers from your section, especially from the Avengers.

Ali starts out speaking somewhat quietly, but she gains her confidence quickly. Especially when she sees all the smiling faces of her family. She gives the usual thanks to her classmates and teachers. Her speech is so eloquently written that no matter what she’s saying tears are in your eyes.

“Here comes the part she didn’t show us,” Nat says barely above a whisper. Ali wanted to surprise you both with an extra part to her speech. You listen carefully as she speaks.

“Lastly, I’d like to thank my moms. I love you both as my little sister would say like the moon,” she says with a laugh. “There’s no way I would be here today without you.” She speaks about you first, sharing anecdotes of all the times you made her do her homework or drove her to basketball practice. And how she loves having your eyes and your soft heart. Tears run down your face.

“And a lot of you probably know my mama as the Black Widow,” Ali says. “But I know her as the most beautiful, loving woman in the world. A person who, as she’s done before, would run into a fight to save someone she’s never even met. A person who has put her whole heart into raising me alongside the love of her life.”

You hold Natasha’s hand and she squeezes it so tightly.

Ali continues, “Me and my siblings know that the Black Widow is a superhero, but to us she’s a hero named Mama. And she’s my hero because of the courage she shows everyday. The courage to love and to be loved. That’s something I wanted to share with you all. May we all have the courage to love and be loved as life takes us on this new path. Thank you.”

The crowd erupts into cheers and she even gets a standing ovation from her classmates and the crowd.

“She did great,” Steve comments from behind you.

“That’s our girl,” Natasha says, beaming with pride. The nervousness has been shaken off and she’s nothing but proud.

Ali walks back to her seat and your whole section waves at her. She waves back subtly.

The rest of the ceremony goes by quickly and Ali definitely has the loudest cheers when her name is called, partially due to Tony breaking the no air horns rule.

When you meet up with her afterwards, you both pull her into a hug.

“We’re so proud of you!” You say with her in your embrace.

“Thanks Mom,” she says. “How was the speech?”

“The best speech I’ve ever heard,” you answer.

“Did you cry?” She asks, a mischievous grin on her face.

Natasha finally cuts in, “I cried like a baby.”

You all share a chuckle and all the other kids join you. Ali hugs each one and you love watching them being so proud of their big sister.

Steve, Sam, Tony, Peter, and Pepper all hug her as well. Wanda is trudging behind with her boys, but she also hugs Ali so tight when she sees her.

“Gang is almost all here,” Natasha says. She turns to Ali. “You’re popular.”

“Can’t help that I’m the best,” the girl shrugs. “Did you hear from Aunt Yelena?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, baby. She’s still out on a mission,” Natasha answers.

“Is she?” You ask.

“What does that mean?” Nat asks you.

You smile and seemingly out of thin air Yelena appears next to Ali.

“So, what exactly is a valedictorian?” Yelena asks.

“Aunt Yelena!” The girl shouts and hugs her immediately. “How are you here?”

“Your mom,” Yelena gives her classic simple response.

“I made some calls,” you further explain.

“Thank you,” Natasha leans into you and says. You know she missed her sister too.

Yelena and Ali have gotten so close lately that you knew they would want to be able to celebrate this together. It wasn’t easy but you made it happen.

“I love you,” you tell Nat. You drop a kiss to her cheek and then gather everyone for photos.

The day is spent celebrating your daughter and being together as a family. It’s the perfect beginning of a new chapter and you know she’ll do great things.

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To the Stars Who Listen | Jake Kiszka X f!Reader

📸: @j.bakermedia on Instagram

Warnings: MSG Discussion including dreams coming true, Jake fluff, tears, and lots of them, oh and some more fluff fluff fluff

Word Count: 1,429 (A quick read)!

A/N: I literally wrote this mini fic while watching the livestream and crying, so I hope you guys enjoy. 😭😭😭😭

“We fucking did it,” He said breathlessly, practically flying into your arms, knocking you off balance. You grounded yourself quickly, wrapping your arms around him. “We fucking did it,” he said again into the curve of your ear, this time, his voice trembling as he repeated himself. You tucked your face into the curve of his neck, kissing his slick skin. Watching from his side of the lower bowl, his passion while playing had rendered you speechless, dissolving your composure into little more than a helpless pool of tears for the majority of the show. 

“I am so incredibly proud of you, Jake. My baby. Your dreams just came true!” You hugged him as tight as you could, swinging him from side to side as his breath hitched, trying his best to not sob. Lifting your face, you looked up at him, aware of the tears that streamed down his face a thin, glistening line. You watched as his lips quivered. Reaching up, you swiped the tears away from his cheek, moving to squeeze his shoulder. “Go to Josh. You need him more than you need me.” 

“I-” he attempted to argue, but you shook your head and reached for his hands. “You’ve worked your entire life for this. I’m not going anywhere. Go to him.” He looked at you for an extended moment, more tears welling in his eyes. You reached for him, hugging him tight one last time and kissed him, pulling his face to yours.

 “I love you, Y/n,” he murmured against your lips. 

“I love you too,” you told him, squeezing his hands below you. 

“I’ll find you,” he assured you and you nodded. 

“Go!” you practically shouted at him, pushing him away with a chuckle. 

“Okay!” he grinned, wiping his eyes, squeezing your hand one last time before turning to sprint to find his brother. You watched him move, searching the backstage area for Josh until he spotted him. The tears continued to flow as you watched them embrace, their expressions of utmost earnestness as they cried together, laughed together and held each other. You hugged yourself as you watched them, smiling when you saw Danny and Sam doing the same. 

“We fuckin slayed Madison Square Garden,” Danny shouted with amazement. 

“I need a fuckin’ beer,” Sam admitted, offering an exhausted chuckle.

The boys’ families filtered backstage shortly after, the boys doling out hugs to everyone, but taking special time for their parents. You watched as Karen kissed her boys, throwing her arms around their necks and kissing their faces. Lori reached for Danny, and though he towered over her, he pulled her in, wrapping his body around hers. 

“They were shouting your name,” Lori told him. “All of them,” she squeezed him tight. “I am the proudest I’ve been since the day you were born.” 

You stood to the side, wiping at your dripping nose and swiping away the tears. 

“Awe, come here,” Josh said, reaching his arms out to you, hugging you tightly. You sobbed freely over his shoulder, squeezing him tight. “I’m so proud–I don’t know what to say,” you chuckled through your nose. 

“So don’t,” he said. “Just–take it all in,” he said, squeezing you one more time before stepping back. “Thank you for believing in us, and even more importantly, in Jake. He loves you so much, Y/n. You have no idea.” 

You wiped at your tears, becoming aware of how disheveled you most definitely looked. “Speaking of the devil,” He said, taking a step back as Jake reappeared in front of you, his hair combed, looking slightly refreshed. Everyone around you went silent, turning to stare at you and then back at him. Jake stepped forward into the circle of people.

“Today is a huge day for all of us,” Jake said, his gaze moving over everyone. “It’s been my dream to perform here on the same stage as so many legendary performers. Since we booked this venue, I’ve silently panicked and dreaded,” he laughed, and everyone smirked in response “This performance…It’s a lot to live up to,” he explained. “And I couldn’t have done it without these three,” he said, waving his brothers over, who wrapped their arms around each other. “I love you guys so much. Thank you for helping me live my dream every single day. I’ll never have the words to truly explain how profound of an honor it is to be your brother and partner in crime.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw people filtering into the backstage area, and you immediately recognized your parents and your siblings, coming to stand quietly by Karen and Kelly. Confusion rattled your mind as you mouthed to them “What are you doing here?” Your mother tilted her head toward the boys, silently telling you to pay attention to them. 

“And you,” Jake continued, looking from your family and back to you. “You are the love of my life,” he said, taking a step forward. “I said that this was a dream to perform in,” he explained, “but I’ve realized over the last two years that it’s okay to have more than one dream in life.” He took a final step forward, taking your hands in his. “When we signed the deal to perform here, I was ecstatic, but there was one more thing I wanted to do that would complete this dream of mine.” You watched as he dropped one of his hands, digging into his pants pocket. In a moment of awe and amazement, you watched as he dropped to the floor on one knee, opening a black velvet ring box, revealing the most gorgeous engagement ring you’d ever seen. 

“Jake…” You began, but he spoke again. 

“Y/n. I’ve waited my entire career for this night,” he explained. “But I’ve waited my entire life for you. Will you make my dreams come true by marrying me?” He asked, his smile the widest you’d ever seen it, his eyes filled with wonderment and hope. You chuckled out of surprise, covering your mouth, feeling your throat ache as the tears began to pour all over again. You nodded yes. 

“Of course, Jake. Yes, I’ll marry you.” He pulled the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, putting it on the wrong finger. 

“That’s the wrong–” Josh blurted before Karen reached her hand up to cover her son’s mouth. 

Jake apologized quietly to you with a grin before switching to the appropriate finger. You leaned down to kiss him, not wanting to wait for him to move upright. He pulled you into him, kissing you breathlessly, uncaring of his family’s presence. Everyone cheered and clapped as you lifted your hand in the air, showing off the ring. 

“She said yes!” Sam shouted before beginning to hoop and holler over the family. Lori and Karen took ample pictures while Kelly and Daniel Sr. butted shoulders with soft grins. 

***

“I got you something,” you told Jake as you both stepped into the hotel room. “When you accused me of being weird earlier,” you grinned, stepping into the bathroom. You reappeared with a huge bouquet of red roses, finished with baby’s breath in a large vase. There must have been fifty roses in the bunch. You watched as his eyes widened at the arrangement. “This is why I couldn’t make it to soundcheck. Surprise!” You watched as his cheeks pinkened, his eyes growing glassy once more. He took the vase, bending to smell them before setting them on the closest dresser before returning to you. 

“Thank you so much,” he said, lifting his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your face up to kiss your lips, lingering there for a long time, as if communicating to you all the words that he didn’t know how to put together just yet. 

“It’s the least I could do for my rockstar boyfriend,” you said, raising your eyebrows as you hovered above his lips. 

“Correction. Rockstar fiancée,” he said, reaching down for your hand, rolling the ring around your finger. You lifted your hand for him, looking at the ring.

“It’s beautiful, Jake,” you said. “Really. And getting my family there? You have a knack at never letting something be completely about you. You’re selfless to a fault.”

“Well, let me show you how selfless I can truly be,” he said, reaching to turn out the light and pull you into the bedroom, the walls illuminated by the soft lights of New York City, the sounds of cars whisking by on the streets below.

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The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 3

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.4k words

[Y/N's POV]

The next day arrived, today is the day I move in with Hailee. I already packed my bags earlier this morning again, I looked at Jackie with a smile on her face and gave her a tight hug "Girl, don't be sad, at least we live in the same state now." I reassured her as she fake cries. Jackie pulls away from her and laughs "I know, I am just being very dramatic and besides, West Hollywood and Malibu is a 40 minute drive. You can visit anytime you want." Jackie told me "Hailee isnt expecting you to show up, that quick right?" Jackie asks me as I reached for the door. I respond with a shrug "Eh, better to be early.", Jackie grabs my wrist all of a sudden which made my eyes widen. "You good?" I ask her with a confused tone, Jackie told me to sit down on the couch with her for a bit.

"Yeah, It's just that I've been hearing something online about Hailee... you know... Keeping a secret from the general public?" Jackie said, as much as I love Jackie, she's my best friend, I will jump off a tall building and sell my organs for that woman... There are times that she relies on random and odd stuff on the internet, especially engaging in blind item pages like Deuxmoi. I furrow my brows, oblivious on what Jackie was telling me "What do you mean? Also what did I tell you interacting with those pages?" I said in a very motherly tone despite the fact that Jackie is two years older than me. 

"Heard it from Deuxmoi before you got here, someone said that Hailee Steinfeld is hiding a secret from the public and only her manager knows about it." Jackie says, and then gasps "Do you think she's pregnant?" 

"GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?!?" I yelled "You've been on Deuxmoi way too much! We both know that site is like the fifth? or lower circle in hell, you know what Tree Paine did when Deuxmoi went after Taylor Swift, right? Also we don't know these people personally!" I said, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temples, going silent for a while. "Look, whatever that is... I won't believe it." I said standing up, putting my hands up with a smile on my face.

Jackie smiles back, understanding what I just told her "Alright, but you know I am just one call away and we can meet up like once or twice a week." Jackie said, standing up again and giving me a hug. I hug Jackie back and nodded "Yeah, just message me if ever." I said, grabbing my bags and finally leaving the apartment.

Forty minutes later, I finally arrived at Hailee's lavish looking house located in Malibu. The house looked amazing from the outside and made me think what's in store inside as well, I parked my car somewhere and grabbed my bags from the trunk. I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for her to open the door. 

Seconds later, she opens the door for me. Hailee is wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a pair of sneakers and a black sports bra that shows off those toned abs of hers that makes me weak on my knees. She looks so hot, my heart starts racing and a lot of thoughts run through my mind seeing her like that. But I still kept my normal posture in tact to be a little bit professional "Hey, you're here! Come on in." Hailee says, inviting me to enter the house. 

I enter the house with my bags and I look around the place in awe, I knew that her house would look this good even though I've never seen the whole thing. "I'm sorry if I look like this, I just finished working out." Hailee says, leading me to her living room "Make yourself comfortable, Y/N." Hailee says again, I nod with a smile on my face and I sat down on her couch. I just stare at her walk to her kitchen as she grabs a bottle of cold water from her freezer, the way I look at her is filled with admiration and adoration. My little moment was broken when all of a sudden I heard two high pitched barks, I look down to see her yorkies Brando and Martini looking at me, their tails wagging in sync. 

"Oh my goodness, are these Brando and Martini?" I say, smiling at the dogs having some second thoughts if I should pet them both, I am a huge dog person but I have a huge fear of dogs biting me. "Yep, in the flesh! Don't worry they don't bite, they're super friendly." Hailee says, heading to the couch to sit next to me. Hailee puts Brando on my lap and he starts to lick my fingers, which caused me to chuckle and gently pet his head "He's starting to like you, are you a dog person?" Hailee asks. I nod in response as I kept petting Brando while Martini is lying down on my shoe "I have a German Shepard in Washington, his name is... Well... It's a ridiculous name." I said, trying to keep up with an actual conversation with Hailee. 

"Well, what's the name of your dog then?" Hailee asks, her hazel eyes looking into mine. I swear, I get lost in those eyes every time.

"His name is... Sir Tenderloin McAvish the Second... We call him Tendy for short." I answered, Hailee starts to burst out laughing once I told her the name of my family's dog. Her laugh is so contagious, it made me laugh as well "I am dead serious, that's his name." I said, pulling my phone out and showing a photo of Tendy to Hailee. "He's a rescue dog, we got him back in 2003. He's like a big baby." I said, showing her a photo of me and carrying Tendy like a baby. Hailee laughs and smiles at the photo of me and my dog, zooming in the photo to see him up close.

"Well you're not wrong Y/N, I treat these two like they're my own children. Oh wait, that reminds me... Come, I'll show you your room." Hailee says, standing up from the couch. I gently put Brando down on the floor again and watch him run around the living room with Martini, I picked my bags up and followed Hailee upstairs. I continued to admire the interior design of Hailee's house, it looks cozy and comfortable. "Alright, we're here." Hailee says, opening the door of my room for me. I entered the room and looked around, I have a comfortable bed and my own bathroom and TV. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her "Thanks, your place is cool. Who's your interior designer?" I asked, Hailee leans against the door frame, crossing her toned arms. "My mom, she's the best." Hailee chuckles and looks at me, "Well I gotta say, your mom is cool. Quick question, have you ever done this before with your past assistants?" I ask, Hailee shook her head in response "Nope, most of my old personal assistants are people older than me cause you know I started this whole acting and music thing at a young age..." Hailee answers, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

"So I am the first assistant to stay in your place then?" I asks, with a little hint of casualness.

"Yeah, I feel like you're going to be an assistant that will last long." Hailee responds, winking at me with a smirk on her face "Anyway, if you need anything else. Just let me know, this is your home now... Well once you get a place of your own." Hailee says, closing the door of my room.

I flopped down on the bed, lying on my back as I stare at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. Everything is happening all at once, it feels overwhelming but in a very positive manner to say the least. I furrow my brows a bit, looking back as I was looking around the place before heading to my room earlier. 

There was this room at the end of the hallway and it was dark, I didn't ask Hailee about it because it might come off as invasive and I might lose my job. So I just quickly assumed it was a storage room, or a room that has her awards, or a room that has one single box that has her scrapped music or that damn album everyone in the fandom is waiting for. Whatever lies in that room, I'll just ignore it and focus on one thing and one thing only. My job as Hailee's assistant.  

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GUESS WHO’S BACK ‼️

In honor of ITZY’s comeback

Reader x ITZY

Returning Home w/ ITZY

Coming home to your love is always the best part

Yeji

She would be so nervous about you coming home after 4 long weeks. What if you didn’t feel the same anymore? What if? Would probably stress-clean the apartment before you arrive. And it would be spotless to say the least. Everything just had to be just right for when you came home.

And just right it was, when you did arrive home, she ran into your arms, just for you to change it to a long-awaited makeout session. Even showing her the flowers you had picked up for her along the way. They were her favorite, proving that you hadn’t fallen in love with her after all. And although you were tired, you were full of adrenaline with being around her again.

Instead of unpacking, you guys decide to just have a long romantic date night. You both get changed and get ready to head out for a night out. Something she really needed, with all the stress of her comeback. You guys decide to get dinner together at your favorite restaurant and catch up on everything that has happened in the past 4 weeks. You end up staying until closing and having to carry Yeji back into your apartment, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lia

You guys definitely missed each other. Like so much. Like handwritten letters every other day since you left. And so when the day finally came that you were coming home, you were honestly both elated! Yes, you had some good times with your new friends, but nothing could truly compare to being with Lia.

When you do get home, she pulls you into a hug and gives you a signed copy of her comeback cd! Needless to say, you guys have a lot to catch up on. Even though you guys wrote each other everyday, there was still so much else to talk about.

You guys end up staying in bed all day, which was honestly just what you needed after a long day of traveling. She told you more about her comeback and you were finally able to see the music videos she had wrote about recording. Obviously you told her some memories you made while away, but they paled in comparison to a whole comeback.

Ryujin

The moment you step foot into your apartment — bags and all, she jumps you.

“I missed you” she murmurs into your neck.

“I can see that” you say, chuckling.

And don’t expect this to change for literal hours. You manage to set down your bags despite having a literal Koala attached to you. It was clear that today was not going to be the day you unpack your bags. Which was honestly fine with you. For the most part of the day you guys just stay cuddled up on the couch, nodding in and out of sleep.

You guys even manage to cook a dinner for you two, it was a simple chicken and rice, but it was still the first meal you guys had together for 4 weeks. It was honestly perfect for you two.

Chaeryoung

Definitely nervous and worried about you coming home. But the excitement easily overpowers that. You’re finally coming home!! After 4 long, stressful weeks without you, you’d finally be home again. And god, you had a lot to catch up on — daily phone calls still weren’t enough to fully express everything.

So when you do arrive home, she jumps into your arms. And she relishes the feeling of finally being with you again. Like she even cries a little out of happiness of you coming home. And she cries even more when she sees the flowers you bought her. She’s just so happy and full of love now that you’re back.

You guys obviously spend the rest of the day together. She even cooks your favorite dinner since you’re actually home now to enjoy it. My god, she’s missed you and neither of you guys can stop smiling from the joy of being together again.

Yuna

AHHHH!! To say she was excited was an understatement, she was literally counting down the days until your arrival back home!! 4 weeks was far too long to spend apart. She would literally wind up at the airport like 3 hours before your arrival time. She was just that excited to see you again!

In order to kill the 3 hours though, she buys you flowers and even makes a poster for you. God knows how she found a poster making shop in the airport, but anything for you. She’s just so happy that you’re finally coming home. She was so restless without you. But thank god, you’re coming home today, so all is going to go back to normal.

When you do land and come out of the gate, Yuna literally runs into your arms. And obviously you pick her up and give her a little spin. When you eventually put her down, you see her holding the poster and flowers and pull her into another hug. Only to pull away to pull out some flowers of your own for her. Needless to say you both missed each other a lot.