#the second reader opens the door to seeing the teddy bear i LOST IT

[littleoddwriter]

stop the presses, it is HERE!!! <3

^ basically my reactions while reading, djkfhsjkdfhj

Hiii, so, for the Valentine's Day drabbles! Could you pretty please write the number 8 (Teddy Bear) from the fluffy prompts with Corey x Reader? That would be amazing! And it can be whatever you come up with, I'll be happy either way. Thank you so much for doing this and take all the time you need; even if it's past V-Day! You always come first, please remember that. Take care! <3 <3 <3

ahhh thank you for requesting !! 🥰 and for being sooo sweet, i really appreciate it !! happy valentine's day 💗 i hope you enjoy reading, because i really, really enjoyed writing this one !! no WARNINGS, only post accident!corey x gn!reader and fluff 💗

🧸 very cute divider by @/plutism 🧸

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

Three whole years. That's how long you and Corey had been together. Three years but every time he held your hand in his you felt those sparks , every hug made you melt into the soft, safe, serene embrace of his big arms, and every kiss, tender and tentative, felt just like the first.

You remembered the first Valentine's day you and Corey had spent together. In the weeks leading up to it, you'd catch Corey looking at the Valentine's display; candy in heart-shaped boxes, bouquets of somehow permanently wilting roses, teddy bears with plush hearts clutched in their paws proclaiming I love you!

He'd blush if he caught you watching him, and would hurry up to the counter to let you ring up his pre-dinner snacks. He was cute. Opening the M&M's, he offers the bag to you, pouring you a handful to eat while you waited for your shift to end.

When the day finally arrived, you exchanged cards, half excited and half embarrassed. You went on break and sat outside on the curb with Corey, fingers intertwined and sharing one of the novelty heart-shaped lollipops you'd pilfered from the display. Smiling, you licked over the same spot Corey just had.

The next year, Corey had to work in the morning but clocked out at lunch, and you caught the Valentine's matinee at the movies.

He still smelt vaguely of car grease, you can see the spots of it that will never fully wash out of his henley, but when he holds your hand his fingers are scrubbed spotlessly pink.

It was quiet in the theatre, exactly what you expected for a weekday afternoon and perfect for Corey who hating being perceived in public, and the two of you sat at the back of the theatre sharing a bucket of popcorn and a bag of Hershey's Kisses as the dust motes, caught in the light of the projector, float around you.

Watching Corey is just as good as watching any movie. You can see the way his eyes track the movement of screen, that way you can tell exactly when he'll reach for more popcorn, and how he bites his lip in concentration.

Joy paints your cheeks as your lips meet Corey's in the dim darkness.

This year though, even though you were expecting another beautifully laidback date, Corey told you that he'd begged his step-dad to let him have the whole day off work this year, without telling his Momma, and that he had made plans for you guys.

Plans?

"We don't have to do anything big," you assured him, ringing up today's selection of treats; chocolate milk, a slim jim and some skittles. "I just like spending time with you."

"I know," he promised. "All I ever want is to spend time with you, but I want to treat you too." He rips open the skittles and pours some out into your hand.

On Valentine's morning, you open your door and find yourself face to face with the fluffiest brown fur. Corey stands with a teddy bear in his hands, and in the teddy's hands a velvety red heart proclaims, "I love you!"

You didn't recognise it as one you sold at the gas station, although it was similar. Had he gone somewhere else to buy it for you? The thought gets to you more than you might expect, thinking about Corey wandering the aisles of the Walmart, or the Dollar General, or even venturing to the mall in the next town over. Corey hated going anywhere.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Corey says, handing you the teddy.

"Oh, Corey! He's so cute! Happy Valentine's Day," you pull him into a hug before you can even take the bear from him.

Corey throws one strong arm around you, you can feel his broad hand half-cover the expanse of your back through your shirt. Warm and safe.

When you part, you look down at the teddy again. Holding it beneath its armpits, you bring it to your face, nuzzling the chestnut-brown fur of its face. "Does he have a name?" you ask.

"He's for you, I think you're supposed to pick his name." Corey hasn't stopped blushing, even when you take his big hand in yours and lead him into your apartment. He settles on your couch, ready to wait while you finish getting ready.

"Hmm," you consider your options. The bear looks straight out of a story book with wide glass eyes and a felt snout, his fur really is chestnut-brown and swirls into little rosebud curls. "His name is Corey."

Boy-Corey's eyes are as wide and bright as Bear-Corey's when you look at him. "Are you sure? You don't have to --."

Corey's arms circle your waist when you sit in his lap, his legs spreading just slightly to cradle your weight, "You're the only person I want to cuddle, now I have something almost as cuddly as the real thing for when you're not here." Bear-Corey is nestled between the two of you, as if to prove your point.

One corner of Corey's lips quirk upwards, then the other, as a grin splits his face. Pleased, proud, he squeezes you tight, hiding his smile against your chest. You indulge him, petting at his hair and over his broad shoulders while he breaths you in, humming happily.

God, how badly you want to hold Corey like this forever, where you know he's safe, and loved, and you don't have to think about anything but the pinkness of his cheeks and the softness of his lips.

"So," you finally say, softly, reluctant to disturb this most perfect moment, but mindful of Corey having mentioned plans. "What romance awaits us for the rest of the day?"

on the topic of fluffy romance, you should also read:

first of many by blake (@/slutforstabbings). a little bit angsty, but watch corey and reader be obliviously in love.

amusement park date by toxic (@/toxicanonimity). toxic is a woman of many talents; she can write fluff just as well as she writes smut.

[ktaerssoi]

HOW HAVE I READ ALL OF YOUR WRITINGS AND NOT FOLLOWED YOU… ANYWAYS PLS DO AN ANGST WITH KATE MARTIN AND THE READER 🙏🏾

awww tysm for the compliment im blushing 🤭

stone cold

kate martin x fem!reader

(872)

summary: kate martin wants her girlfriend at her game.

you hadn’t been able to make it to kate’s game for a few reasons, the major one being that it was your close friends birthday and you were all going out to lunch. you had thought about canceling and just going to the game instead, but kate had assured you you should go.

so you did.

you had a great afternoon and bonded with not only your friend but others as well. that’s not to say you were watching the game, every now and then you would get a buzz on your phone letting you know Iowa was still in the lead.

you wanted to be there, you did, but you also weren’t upset that you skipped it. that was until you got the final game notification, Iowa had lost because of a random 3 point shot made by the other team with just seven seconds left.

not much later after that the party had dispersed and you were on your way home. you hadn’t heard from kate but you could guess she wasn’t exactly jumping with joy from the outcome of the game.

you had pulled into the apartment car park to see that kate’s car was yet to be in her designated spot. that’s odd, she doesn’t usually take more than 45 minutes to get home after a home game.

heading upstairs, you unlock the door, pushing it open with a sigh. you walk back to your’s and kate’s shared bedroom, getting changed out of your semi-formal clothes in some random pajamas.

you hear the door unlock as your sitting in the living room a little while later, “hey kate, i heard about the game, sorry-“ you’re cut off when you see kate hold up her hand, motioning for you to stop talking. “sorry,” you whisper as she sits down beside you, lifting your legs up and placing them now over her lap.

“sorry, just a stressful game.” the words are meant to be apologetic, but she says it with a hard stare forward, not even looking at you. her hand is resting on your ankle, and you feel her hand tighten and loosen a few times.

"so how was your little date." you look to see kate clenching her jaw, obviously annoyed. "it wasn't a date k, but it was okay i guess, i kept getting distracted by the notifications about the game." she nods, brushing some fly aways from her ponytail back down to her scalp. "if you were so distracted you should have just come to the game. it was sort of an important one."

you're stunned for a moment, not totally sure how to respond. "kate, you know i would have stayed if you asked me to? i thought you were okay with me going, you had told me you were." you sit up straighter on the couch, pulling your legs out of kate's lap to your chest.

she looks at you for what seems to be the first time since she got home, "yeah well i thought you would get the hint that i really did want you there, i had told you it was important to me so many times." her elbows are on her knees now as she "explains" to you.

"okay well then you obviously need better communication skills, because that message was not clear." kate groaned at your comment, annoyed that you weren't understanding. "the point was expressed perfectly clear, you just don't even pay attention to me anymore!" kate was standing in front of you now, no, towering over you now.

she usually looked kind and sweet and like a living teddy bear, but at the moment you just saw jealousy take over. "kate you and i both know that i pay plenty attention to you. the issue is when i, god forbid, give anyone else an ounce of my time." you cross your arms, looking up at her trying to get a sense of what she was thinking. you couldn't.

kate takes a deep breath, nodding. "yeah, you're right i know, it's just, you're like my good luck charm. i feel like i can't play well without you in the stands watching me. you're what keeps me going durning games, i just don't know what to think without thinking of you." kate's eyes are glossy as tears start to fall down her cheeks, prompting you to open your arms wide for kate to come lay with you.

"kate, babe, you know it's not me who makes you win? its your talent, and your passion, and your sportsmanship. i'm only here to cheer for you, and trust me, if i am not there in person i am most definitely cheering you on from somewhere. always." you kiss the top of her head as she buries herself deeper into your embrace, not wanting to let go for a moment.

she lets loud a quiet "mhmm" before quickly drifting off to sleep, finally being able to relax in your arms. even after a fight, you guys could never spend more than five minutes without one another. you quickly joined her in sleep, waking up the next morning in a tangle of limbs.

"morning babe," kate mumbles as she pulls you impossibly closer.

okay chat, can someone please explain to me why only my paige posts do good?? like don't get me wrong i love p, but where is my caitlin clark love story?? also wtf is happening with them? i keep seeing like sad edits but idk what happened 😭 anyway, thats it from me tonight. - kate

[wolfish-nightmares]

Imprint On My Heart

Pairings: Paul Lahote x fem!reader

Warnings: bad language

Category: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Your heart has always wanted Paul but as your life begins to shift you learn how much you truly love him.

Twilight Masterlist

Paul Lahote was fireball. The type of person who never backed down from anything. He was always going to be heard and he never allowed anyone to disrespect him. That explosive personality is what caught your attention.

You were Paul's other half, quite literally attached at the hip. If Paul was there, so were you. Since day one of kindergarten the two of you were beyond inseparable. There was no bond that came close to the one you had with Paul. It was more than friendship or love. Neither of you could handle separation.

Unless of course the separation was forced.

“I'm sorry Paul but she has strep,” you mom did her best to block the door. “You really can't see her.”

“Not even for a second? She can't be that contagious,” Paul whined at the door.

You couldn't help but laugh at the way he sounded. The laughed turned into coughing and you did you best to quiet them.

“Please, she sounds like she's in pain.”

“I'm sorry Paul, I really am but you cannot see her. Your dad would have my head if you came back with strep,” your could hear that your mom was doing her best not to break.

“Fine. When can I see her again?”

“In a week.”

“A week!?”

“Yes, a week. Now you have to go Paul,” the door shut and you could imagine how he looked behind the door. It was hard for Paul to accept he couldn't always be attached to you. “If Paul comes to the window do not let him in!”

“I won't Mom!”

That was a lie but it wasn't like your mom didn't know that either. Paul was at your window in a second and you sprang out of bed to let him in.

“Hey,” he climbed through the window and pulled you into a hug. “How do you feel?”

“Like my throat is raw,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder. “But it's better now that you're here.”

“Come ‘ere,” you gasped as he suddenly picked you up. “Let's get you in bed.”

Ever since Paul began hanging out with that group of older boys he's changed. He cut his hair short, stopped wearing shirts, became stronger and suddenly became hotter. Not just looks wise, but his skin felt warmer than it had ever felt before. He rivaled the temperature of your feverish skin.

“I missed you.”

While he did all that changing he disappeared from you. Only three days but still you spent every lonely day looking like a lost puppy. Then suddenly you catch strep and he's back at your door begging to see you.

He sighed as he climbed into your bed and laid you down, “I know. I missed you too, I just had some stuff to take care of.”

“Obviously,” you ran you hand over the new tattoo on his shoulder. “Are you in a gang now?”

He snorted, “No, not a gang.”

“Why'd you disappear?”

“I can't tell you.”

“Paul-”

“I know, no secrets but I really can't tell you. I promise. I wish I could.”

It hurt that Paul was suddenly keeping secrets, something you two never did but something about his tone told you he was really telling the truth. You wondered what secret was so important he couldn't even tell you.

He let out a loud yawn, “You know I could really use a nap.”

“Oh so you just came here to sleep in my bed?”

“Fine, I'll leave then,” he moved to get up but you grabbed his shoulder.

“No!”

He grinned, “Oh so I can nap here?”

You rolled your eyes and rolled over so your back was against his chest. He pulled you back against him and wrapped his arms around you, almost like he was holding a teddy bear. Back in the warm comfort of Paul's arms you fell asleep quicker than you have in the few days without him.

Loud knocking on the door pulled you from your nap. You cracked your eyes open as your mom opened the door. She showed no surprise to Paul being in your bed.

“I made some soup,” she sat a tray down on your nightstand. “There's some for Paul too.”

Before you could respond she shut the door. Paul groaned and rolled over, taking you with him as if you weighed nothing. You tried to break his grip on you but he didn't budge. Paul was always strong before but it seemed in these past three days he lived in the gym.

“Mom made food.”

He let out a short grunt, one thing that could always wake Paul was food. His grip loosened enough for you to wiggle out.

“It's chicken noodle.”

Paul sat up so quick he nearly pushed you out the bed. You squealed as he pulled you back to him. He didn't seem as aware of his newfound strength as he accidentally pulled you right back on top of him. Your nose bumped his and you both froze.

Something in Paul's expression changed. He leaned back and reached for the tray. Your chest ached as you tried not to pay attention to the way he scooted back from you a bit, you knew it wasn't because you were sick. You two were best friends, that's how it always been but you couldn't deny the feelings you felt for him for years, you just wished he felt the same.

“I uh,” he paused to clear his throat. “I gotta get home tonight.”

“Do you wanna eat before or…”

“Of course I can eat.”

You did your best not to think about it as you two ate. Nothing was ever going to change about your friendship so you decided it was best to squash those feelings. Paul sucked down the soup like it was absolutely nothing. You were only halfway through your bowl by the time he finished.

“I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow,” he slipped out your window and took off.

The soup was no longer appetizing. Something was changing with Paul, something you weren't a part of. The thought of losing him made your belly ache with anxiety. You stacked the bowls up and took them to the kitchen.

“I'm assuming he left.”

“Why?”

She snorted, “Because you're out here.”

You shook your head as you sat the bowls in the sink, “Yeah he said he had to get home.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, “He's changed.”

“I know,” you tried your best to keep your tone steady.

“He's gotten cuter.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“His dad thinks he has a girlfriend now.”

It felt like the world was suddenly flipped. For a moment you swore your vision went black as your mom's words rang in your ears.

“What?”

“Honey are you okay?”

You chest began to burn with anger. Was this the secret he had to keep? Was this why he disappeared for three days? Your mom got up but you simply marched back to your room and slammed the door.

No matter what you did you couldn't get rid of the burning feeling in your chest. The anger just seemed to settle there. You tried to convince yourself that the anger was from Paul's disappearance but you knew it was truly just jealousy.

“Y/n…..Y/n,” Paul gently rubbed your back as he woke you. “Good morning sleepy head.”

“Pau-,” your throat was raw and your voice cut out midway through his name.

“Oh, hey, no more talking,” he covered your mouth with his hand. “I just came because I wanted to let you know I can't hang today. I'm really sorry but you are sick and do need to rest.”

He has never cared about you being sick. No matter what you had he would still stay with you and sleep in your bed unless his dad came and got him, which rarely happened. Even if Paul did catch whatever you had, the most his dad would do was yell and complain about it.

“I'll be here to tomorrow,” he slipped back out your window.

If Paul really did have a girlfriend why did he think he couldn't tell you? Maybe you did have feelings for him but you wouldn't hesitate to push those down. You'd cut out your own heart if it meant you wouldn't have to lose Paul.

As sad as you felt the anger felt stronger. It burned through your body like a wildfire. You felt drained as you curled up and did your best to go back to sleep. Being sick wasn't helping any of your fraying emotions. Paul was kind of right, you did need to rest.

The only problem was you could barely sleep. Your room felt like it was a thousand degrees and the anger felt like it was literally pumping through your veins. The room seemed to swirl as you slipped out of bed. The heat was becoming too much. You were absolutely delirious as you ripped the door open and stumbled down the hall.

“Oh baby, you're dripping sweat,” you mom's voice rattled around your skull as she suddenly pressed a towel against your skin. “The doctor said you'd probably have a high fever.”

You didn't even realize that you had fallen on the floor of the kitchen. The usually cold tiles of the kitchen floor felt like scorching asphalt. This obviously wasn't a strep fever, this was something worse, something else was happening but you were so weak you couldn't even bring yourself to open your mouth. You didn't even have a voice to speak with.

The phone rang loudly, ripping you from your sleep. It had taken hours for the heat to die down and when it finally did the exhaustion took over. But now the annoying trill of the phone had woken you. The ringing stopped as you mom grabbed the phone. She answered with a few yes and nos before hanging the phone back up.

“That was Paul,” she stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “He’s coming over to check on you. Sounded like there was a woman there too. I think he might be bringing his girlfriend over.”

You exploded, literally. Shreds of clothes covered the kitchen like confetti. A deep low growl rumbled from your chest. You snarled, snapped your teeth around the phone line and ripped it from the wall. Your mom screamed as she ran to the living room. The rage felt like it was consuming your mind. You couldn’t control yourself as you tore through the walls of the kitchen.

“It happened, please hurry!”

The fear in your mom’s voice made you stop. It made you realize that you had turned into a monster. You felt so ashamed and disgusted. The monster disappeared as you shifted back into your old body. You sobbed into your hands as you curled up on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey baby,” your mom kneeled next to you. “It’s not your fault. I promise, someone will be here to explain what happened.”

“I’m a monster,” you whined.

“Not a monster,” she gently rubbed your back. “I need to call Paul-”

You started wailing at the sound of his name, feeling guilty that you had done all this because of him. How could he ever want to look at you after what you just did?

“I'm only calling him to tell him not to come,” your mom quickly said as she picked up the phone.

Your cries died down to sniffles as your mom explained to Paul that he'd have to come another time. His voice sounded sad, which only made you feel worse. She hung up the phone and grabbed the blanket off the couch.

“Here, just in case this happens again,” she gestured to the state of the kitchen as the threw the blanket over you.

“I'm really sorry mom, I don't know what hap-”

She put her hand up to cut you off, “It's okay really. I never expected this to happen with you but they always said there was a possibility. Especially with how close you are to Paul.”

“What?”

“Billy will explain it all when he gets here.”

You sniffled, “Mr. Black?”

“He usually is the one who tells all the Quileute legends.”

The conversation didn't help any of your confusion. In fact it only made it worse. You nearly jumped off the floor as someone knocked at the door. As your mom went to open the door you wrapped the blanket around yourself to make sure you were completely covered.

You mom helped roll Billy in as you sat up. He look at the kitchen and gave you a reassuring smile. While it was obviously meant to make you feel better his smile only made you feel guiltier for what you had done.

He chuckled, “Never thought I'd live to see the day we get a female wolf. Always thought they were just a myth.”

“A what?”

Billy smiled, “What do you know about Quileute legends?”

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

“Come take a seat, you have a lot to learn.”

A growl rumbled in your chest as you pumped your legs, rounding the backyard for the 357th lap.

“I know you hate it but Billy said exhausting yourself will help you shift back,” you mom called from the back porch.

That morning Paul tried to come over but the thought of him sent you flying into a fit. The anger you felt towards him eventually evolved into anger towards yourself. Which made it impossible to shift back.

Your mom called Billy to try and help. The rest of the day was spent trying every idea he could think of. When none of it worked he finally suggested you trying to exhaust yourself into shifting back. But for some reason the anger only seemed to fuel you. With each lap it only made you run faster and harder.

“I’m going inside to start dinner!”

You made a few more laps around the backyard before skidding to a halt. It was the faintest whiff but you were certain it was Paul. It had been a day since you first shifted but because you were having such a hard time controlling your shifts Billy suggested you stay at the house until you gained some control. Which also meant no visitors, even Paul, especially Paul. No matter how bad it hurt.

Despite being told multiple times by you mother that you couldn’t take visitors, Paul still tried to drop by. Your mom had to board your window up to keep him from accidently seeing something. You felt horrible having to disappear on him, although he had done the same to you, but there was no way you could ever let him learn about what you had become.

The fear of Paul catching you let you shift back. You sighed as your now human body fell to the ground. Now no longer a wolf all those laps began to weigh on your body. The faint sound of Paul’s voice echoed down the street. Somehow you found the strength to push yourself to your feet and sprint into the house.

“Hey Streaker,” your mom greeted calmly as you shot to your room.

“Paul!”

Instantly your mom dropped the spoon and raced towards the front door as you dove towards your closet. Before you could close the door there was a knock at the window.

“Y/n please,” Paul voice was faint through the board. “I just want to know you’re okay.”

Instantly all the guilt came flooding back through your body. But you remembered the way he disappeared on you too. You couldn’t control yourself as the guilt turned the anger and you shifted.

Your closet couldn't handle the size of your wolf. You could hear your mom scream at the sound of walls being broken. Everything was so overwhelming, you broke through the closet and shot through the wall. You didn't even spare Paul a glance as you raced across the street, jumped a fence and took off towards the woods. There was no doubt Paul saw the giant wolf that came crashing out of your house. You weren't exactly sure how you were going to fix that but right now, you just needed to get away.

Suddenly it sounded like something was running after you. You pushed yourself to run faster, sliding around trees and doing your best to lose the follower. Something black flashed in the corner of your eye. You turned to look and something crashed into your body, sending you rolling through the leaves.

“Y/n,” Paul’s voice rang through your head.

What the hell?

You whipped around to find out what was happening. In front of you stood a large grey wolf. It felt like the world stopped moving, for a moment you couldn’t breathe. It was all too much and you tried to back away. A deep growl behind you stopped you from moving. It was beginning to look like you were surrounded.

“You're gorgeous,” Paul’s voice spoke again.

You were so confused about what was happening. The wolf in front of you made a noise like it was trying to laugh. Before you could truly think about it you growled and snapped at the wolf.

“Ooh baby wolf is fiesty,” Paul chuckled.

Paul?

“You figured it out.”

The grey wolf in front of your grinned as the pieces clicked into place. You jumped in excitement, Paul was a wolf too. The other wolf behind you let out its own chuckle, which sounded more like deep rumbling in its chest.

“Why’d you run away?”

The past week ran through your head as you thought about why. You only ran from Paul because you didn’t want him to know that you were the monster. It was also embarrassing that he was the reason you even shifted. Although he wasn’t even really the reason, it was simply the mere thought of him having a girlfriend that made you shift.

“Oh baby,” Paul sighed as he sat down. You ducked your head, feeling ashamed. “I should have told you. You’re my imprint.”

Your what?

“So basically we’re wolf soulmates?”

Paul laughed as he bit into his muffin. Sam grinned and shook his head, he had spent the last half hour explaining to you what imprinting was and you wrapped it all up in one sentence.

“You know it’s pretty ironic that your shift happened because you thought I had a girlfriend,” Paul paused to swallow the bite of muffin, you could feel your face heating in embarrassment. “Because I shifted when I thought you had a boyfriend.”

“When did I ever make you think that?!”

“I saw you and that Tyler kid buying ice cream,” he huffed.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Just so we could have something to eat while he tutored me for math because we had a huge exam coming up, which you missed by the way.”

“I thought it was a date,” Paul growled. "I wanted to kill him."

You shook your head, Paul was the only boy you ever liked so even if “that Tyler kid�� did like you, it’d never happen. He was your imprint but you seemed to know that before you became a werewolf.

“I’m sorry.”

“What, why are you sorry?”

He paused before looking down, “If I would have told you when I imprinted then you probably wouldn’t have shifted the way you did…you wouldn’t have thought you were a monster.”

“How did you-”

“We can hear each other’s thoughts in wolf form.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when you imprinted?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Because I thought you would think I’m a monster.”

You giggled as Paul pulled you back in for another kiss. The two of you were meant to be getting hot dogs for the campfire, not making out in front of the meat section. Paul groaned as he pulled away from your lips, his phone was buzzing loudly in his back pocket.

“Yeah?”

“Stop macking on each other and get out here,” Embry snapped over the phone. He didn’t even give Paul a chance to reply as he hung up.

“Alright baby wolf, we gotta go,” Paul grabbed your hand as you two began to walk to the registers.

“We didn’t even get the marshmallows,” you sighed as you looked in the basket. “How’d you grab the graham crackers and the chocolate but not the marshmallows.”

Paul grinned, “I was distracted by your gorgeous ass.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped down the aisle and grabbed multiple bags of the jumbo sized marshmallows. Feeding a group of werewolves always meant you had to buy like you were feeding the entire marine corps. He groaned as his phone began buzzing again.

“What,” he growled into the phone as he answered it.

“Hurry up! Bella will be there soon,” Jacob whined over the phone.

Paul made a retching sound as he hung up, “That kid is gross. I wish Leah came instead of him.”

“You act the same way,” you pointed out.

“Because it’s you! Besides, you’re my imprint, Bella isn’t Jacob’s.”

“Fair point.”

He loaded everything onto the belt, refusing to let you touch anything after you asked to help. His phone buzzed again as he paid. Instead of answering he grumbled more stuff about Jacob being annoying. You laughed as you followed behind him. He shot you a playful glare so you tried to quiet down as you reached Sam’s SUV but Jacob’s annoyed face sent you into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Paul and Jacob argued, leaving you and Embry breathless as you both laughed hysterically. When Jacob began to shake with anger Sam stopped the argument and made everyone sit in absolute silence on the way back.

Three years ago Paul would have gotten just as angry, which probably would have led to Jacob and him both shifting and fighting in the parking lot but through the years Paul almost never got angry enough to cause a shift. Except of course the time Bella slapped him, that made both you and him shift, you almost killed her that day. Paul always claimed his anger control was because of you, adamantly saying that having your love made him less angry, which was always met with intense vomiting sounds from the boys.

“Paul you’re helping me set up, Jacob go entertain Bella, and Y/n please, please, please, keep everyone from eating the food before all the others gets here,” Sam said as he parked. He turned to face everyone, pointing at them all except for you. “I don’t want to hear anything about “I’m hungry” because Emily cooked 3! 3 cartons of eggs this morning plus who knows how many packs of bacon and sausage. Everyone should be able to hold out.”

He held up three fingers to make sure he got his point across. Normally Sam wouldn't care how much the boys ate or when but because it wasn’t just the pack and Bella but also some elders, he cared. They all nodded before racing out the car and off to do what they were told or to find something to do. You grinned as Paul snatched the grocery bags from your hands and took off towards where they were setting up the fire.

“Y/n!”

You sprinted to Billy as he waved you over and he pulled you into a tight hug. Ever since he explained everything to you after your first shift Billy had become something like a father to you and he even confessed he did view you like one of his own kids.

“I still can’t believe you’re 19 now,” he sighed and shook his head. "I could have sworn you were 16 last week."

Both you and Paul were the rip age of 16 when you shifted and activating your werewolf made you grow until you looked like you were already 20. Your mom nearly lost her mind watching her still teen daughter look like a college freshman in less than a week. Billy loved to pretend like he could never remember how old you were.

“Do I need to start carrying my birth certificate around,” you questioned jokingly.

He laughed and shook his head, “No, I guess I’ll believe you this time.”

You were about to respond but was interrupted by someone calling Billy’s name. He smiled and excused himself. You decided to help Paul and Sam bring out the pans of food. They graciously accepted your help and you spent the rest of the time setting up until everyone was ready to eat.

Paul pulled you into his lap, nearly spilling your drink all over the table. You gently smacked his hand as he grinned and bit into his hotdog. Embry gagged next to you. Of course the pack was by now more than used to Paul’s love of PDA but that didn’t stop them from making fun of it. Although neither of you ever minded it and sometimes you’d even join in.

As everyone finished eating Billy began telling the Quileute stories. You loved listening to him tell them but something about being around a campfire with your pack and elders, it was always like hearing them again for the first time.

“Come run with me,” Paul whispered into your ear.

You loved hearing those stories more than anyone but you loved running with Paul even more. Both of you “snuck” off, there’s really no sneaking around a wolf pack, and raced towards the woods, throwing off clothes as you went. Just as you broke through the tree line you shifted and took off, loving the freedom your wolf body gave you. Paul chased after you, nipping at you tail anytime he got close enough. You slipped around a tree, something he obviously wasn’t expecting and he crashed into the tree that he should have seen.

Quickly you shifted and tried to see if he was okay. He shifted too and you glared at him as he began to laugh. You were about to scold him for not paying attention but he cut you off with a kiss. It was incredibly hard to ever be upset with him when he kissed you like you were his only source of oxygen.

“I know this might be cheesy but,” a shy smile broke across his face as he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, over his heart. “I swear I can feel your heart with mine. Feel the way they beat together, I felt you get scared.”

"We were both wolves, I'm sure I though-"

He shook his head, "No it's more than that. You're my imprint but I think my heart always knew."

You smiled and used your free hand to grab his and bring to your chest, copying him, “Paul Lahote, your heart is imprinted on mine.”

[beom-pyu]

stereo ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader , tags; just friends? ;) , nsfw , friend group road trips , u sit in tyun's lap (i will never let this trope go)

warnings: smut (minors dni.) , accidental boners , dry humping/frottage , semi-public sex?? no penetration though

wc: 1.2k+

it’s getting late as soobin’s “chill” playlist plays through the stereo, the hum of the car filling the tight space with relaxing white noise. the sun has already set, a dusty blue settling over the highway. everything seems peaceful—kai sits in the window seat, his headphones plugged into his switch, playing video games in silence. beomgyu is already asleep in the middle seat, head tilted back against the headrest behind him as he hugs the backpack that sits in his lap like it’s a teddy bear. yeonjun had called dibs on riding passenger yesterday, so there he sits, watching some random movie on his phone while soobin sings along quietly to the song flowing through the car’s speakers.

everything seems peaceful… and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that you had lost rock, paper, scissors before you all embarked on your trip. and now here you sit in taehyun’s lap, holding onto the door handle to ground yourself as his hands are strictly placed at his sides with his earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes shut. you aren’t sure if he’s asleep or not, but you don’t want to wake him if he is.

you shift slightly to move your foot from under beomgyu’s (you have no idea how you even got into this position), scooting back a bit as you almost slip off of taehyun’s lap as soobin aggressively switches lanes, mumbling a “fuckers don’t know how to drive”. your legs are starting to cramp from sitting so stiffly. you don’t want to move too much and make taehyun uncomfortable, but you’ve been in this position for an hour and you are starting to get a little sleepy as well.

“soob?” you call quietly to not disturb the others in the car, receiving a hum in acknowledgment. “how much longer until we reach the rest stop?”

you see soobin check the gps that sits on the dashboard for a second. “like 45 more minutes? do you have to use the bathroom?” 

you shake your head in response before remembering that he can’t see you with his eyes on the road. “no, i was just curious.”

sighing quietly, you shift again, feeling your eyes already starting to droop. you can’t fall asleep while sitting up and you pout a bit, realizing that you have no other choice. you tap taehyun’s arm a few times to check if he’s asleep and thankfully they blink open after the fourth tap, reaching up to remove one of his earbuds.

“what’s up?” he asks, voice a bit drowsy. you feel a little bad, realizing that he was probably half-asleep, so you shoot him an apologetic smile.

“i was wondering if i could lay back so i can nap?” you sound a little timid, but relief fills your chest as he simply nods, opening his arms slightly so you can lay back against his body. you flash him a little sleepy smile as you mutter out a thanks before letting your eyes flutter shut. finally.

you feel taehyun’s arms circle around your torso to hold you steady and let your body relax, your muscles beginning to untense from your previously uncomfortable position. letting your head rest back against his shoulder, you scoot up a bit to get cozy. you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin from over your thin sweater, trying not to think too much about your current position. taehyun is your friend. he probably isn’t thinking anything of it, so you shouldn’t either.

but how can you not when he exhales lowly into your ear as you shift a bit, his fingers lightly drumming on your stomach mindlessly? how you feel him adjust his hips in a way that presses against your ass just right? 

your body flashes with a wave of heat, your face growing warm as you pretend to drift off to sleep. you try to tell yourself that he probably doesn’t realize how his dick rubs against your core with every bump in the road—that he doesn’t realize how you feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every pothole, every turn. 

and then you feel it. something poking against your heat through your shorts. he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either, biting your lip to keep in any noises as he adjusts his hips again. his arms are tight around your waist, your hand coming to hold onto his arm in acknowledgment. no words are spoken, but you hear him sigh lowly as you test the waters, just barely rocking your hips against his crotch. pleasure fills your body at the movement, feeling yourself start to drip through your shorts—you’re glad you chose to wear an all-black outfit. 

taehyun’s hips slightly buck up against your core, the fabric of your panties brushing against your clit, and you let out a quiet, restrained noise—soobin’s music is just loud enough to cover up the sound. your entire body is warm as taehyun gently moves you back and forth over his erection by his hold on you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. he presses you down harder and you bite your lip to stop any noises, grinding down on his lap to chase that feeling building up in your stomach.

“taehyun, have you seen this—” taehyun’s grip abruptly halts your movement as yeonjun’s voice suddenly fills the space, your body going limp as you feign slumber. “oh, he’s asleep.”

you feel your heart drop in your stomach, your mind growing dizzy at the thought of almost being caught.

“soobin, look how cute they are,” yeonjun speaks and a beat passes before you hear soobin’s laugh and a little ‘cute’. you try to naturally steady your breathing to not give away the fact that taehyun is faintly grinding up into your ass, even with your friend’s eyes on you. your mind is reeling at just how dirty this entire situation is.

a minute passes before taehyun is holding you down against him once again, harder this time. the pants in your ear pick up, a low, stifled moan leaving his lips. it’s all too much, your cunt gushing as he thrusts up into your clothed heat, hitting you perfectly every time.

“i’m gonna cum,” he mumbles lowly in your ear, and the words themself have your pussy clenching, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you as your body tenses up. you shake in his arms as you hear him grunt quietly before feeling a warmth spread underneath you. your body buzzes with ecstasy as you sink back against him, the back of your neck covered in a thin layer of sweat from your ministrations. 

taehyun’s chest rises and falls deeply against your back, his hands brushing over your thighs softly before returning to your torso to pull you closer. your eyes open briefly, turning your head a bit to see his flushed state—his bangs stick to his forehead and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. his eyelids are still shut, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks.

“thank you,” he whispers quietly before his eyes open, finding yours easily in the dark of the car. you give him a small smile, your fingers brushing over his forearm before your eyes shut in exhaustion. you have no idea what any of this means, but you’d talk about it once you were alone. feeling his body relax into the seat of the car, you let yourself drift off to the quiet music flowing out of the stereo.

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kate martin x competitive swimmer reader por favorrrrrrr

Someone Who Isn’t Me - K.M.

u cannot tell me i didn’t eat with the title right there it’s literally swim i feel like a genius. literally wrote half of this and went to finish it and i guess i forgot to save it bc it was all gone :(

pairing: reader x kate martin

plot: kate has a game the same day as your swim meet and can’t make it to watch you, which makes her feel like you need someone else who can make more time for you.

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you had woken up at 7 am sharp and had starting to get ready for your swim meet that afternoon. you were doing the 100 free and were pretty nervous for it. you tried to calm your nerves by playing some music and taking your time to get ready. you heard a ping on your phone and ignored it, trying to stay in the zone. you heard a second ping a while later and decided to see who was texting you. you looked down and smiled as you recognized the notification to be your girlfriend.

k ❤️

sent an image.

I’m so sad lovely ���😭

you quickly typed in your password to see what the image was. turns out, it was an email from her coach to her team saying that her game’s start time would be postponed for 2 hours later.

y/n

awe :( i’ll miss you teddy bear

good luck at your game i love you!

you were going to miss kate and kate was going to miss you. it was hard when the two of you couldn’t make it to each others games and events. you knew it would be especially hard on kate, she had a tendency to overthink and think the worst of herself when she couldn’t show up for you.

on the court, kate was a mess. “kate!” her coach called to her, “whatever’s going on with you, i need it to stop. you need to focus on what’s on the court, you’re our glue.” kate nodded, absentmindedly and ran back to the court. in the end, iowa ended up losing 56-67. kate walked back to the locker room defeated. ‘great’ she thought ‘another reason this is the shittiest day ever.’

she got back to her apartment and saw you’d texted her again.

My love 💕

hi kate kat!! how was your game? do you wanna come over :)

kate smiled faintly at your message. you were so positive, even when plans didn’t turn out the way you two had expected.

Kate

i love you so much i’ll be over in 10 🤗🥰😘❤️

kate grabbed her backpack and packed some clothes and her toothbrush into it, she figured she’d spend the night at your place. you two had a tendency to have sleepovers a few times a week and she didn’t want to be alone tonight after this tough loss.

about 8 minutes later, you heard a knock at your door. you opened it and there you saw her. your beautiful girl standing there with a pout on her face. you grabbed her bag from her and stood on your toes so you could reach up to kiss her nose. you grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch.

“i missed you today baby!” you said to her as you sat down on the couch next to you. she groaned and pulled you onto her lap, wanting to be closer to you after a day apart.

“you aren’t close enough!!” kate whined as she hugged your body close to hers. “i was having such a hard day already and not seeing you just ruined it. i was starting to think that.. i don’t know maybe you need someone who can be there, who can show up for you. i feel terrible. god.” she buried her head into the crevice of your neck and inhaled your scent. “god y/n i was thinking maybe you need someone who isn’t me. but now i’m here and i can’t imagine not having you. we lost and i should be so upset about it, and i was, but it’s like now i’m with you and none of it matters anymore.”

you simply giggled and kissed kate soundly on her pink lips, tasting her chapstick as you did so. kate started to perk up and smiled too. her spirit seemed to brighten the more time she spent with you. she put her hands on your shoulders, shaking you, “how do you make me so happy, y/n? hm? how do you do that? tell me your secrets!”

in that moment you wanted to cry. you loved how you and kate could overcome seemingly anything, not letting a bad day come between you guys. “i hate seeing you upset, kate. you’re my person. i wish i could be around you all the time.”

[dulc3vida]

peaches 'n cream

pope heyward x lamb!reader

sequel to durazno

4k words

Pope didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted the peach but here you were, in his room, studying the peach with those curious eyes. Not even an hour ago, the two of you disgraced a church- not any church, your fathers church. Now you were leaning over his nightstand, eyes fixated on the peach. You were studying it. It sat on his nightstand, dripping with his cum. He could only be thankful that his mom hadn't decided today would be one of the days she cleaned his room while he was out. He could feel his ears and face burning as you analyzed the evidence of his depravity. You were enjoying this. He could tell by the way you glanced at him, laughter dying in your throat as you watched his expression turn more horrifically embarrassed by the second.

Pope had a lot of questions. He was curious by nature, but his world was basically flipped on its axis with one trip to your fathers church. He couldn't form a question that expressed his confusion so he watched you with morbid curiosity.

You were feeling a mixture of emotions. You were flattered, of course, but your religious guilt crept into the forefront of your mind. You never even thought about dating a boy and not one hour ago you were sucking Pope’s dick in the confessional. In your fathers church. Pope could see the gears turning in your mind and he only wished he could hear your thoughts.

Your guilt turned to a sense of comfort as you wrapped your mind around the idea of Pope being as depraved and deviant as you. You were not innocent by any means, but you never acted on your impulses- not with anyone else. You took your sexual frustrations out on pillows, the edges of tables, the edge of the dryer, the heel of your foot, and one specific teddy bear named Penny. Pope fucked a peach and came inside of it, imagining it was you. He felt the same way you did- craved the same things you did. He wasn't like the other guys who feigned interest in you to steal your virginity away like some trophy. Pope actively tried to keep himself away from you. He knew what would happen if he gave in, even a little bit. You wondered what it would be like if he lost all control.

The thought made your already wet, sticky pussy pulse with excitement.

“It's gross, I know-” Pope started and immediately cut himself off when you took the fruit in your hand. His cum dripped onto your hands and you played with it in one hand while the other brought the fruit to your lips. “Don't-”

It was too late, you sunk your teeth into the flesh of the peach. His cum was almost tasteless and was surprisingly pleasant as it mixed with the juices of the peach. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes, taking another bite. And another. And another.

Pope watched in admiration and concern as you finished the peach. You relished every bite, moaning in delight at the taste. There was a look in your eye when you glanced at him through your eyelashes between each bite. It told him, “You're mine. Body, heart, and soul. All of it's mine. I want to consume all of you and I want you to consume all of me.” It was the strangest display of devotion he had ever seen and he was enamored.

When there was no more fruit, you licked your hands clean, paying no mind to the fact that you must have resembled some sort of animal licking themselves clean.

“Can I use your bathroom?” You asked, displaying your sticky hands. Pope blinked at you and nodded, opening his bedroom door and leading you to the bathroom.

The only thing that worried Pope was your silence. You weren't saying anything. Usually you were pretty social and friendly with the members of the church but here you were skittish. He raised his arm to lean against the doorway and you practically flinched. He almost didn't want to move at all for fear of scaring you off.

That's how the two of you end up sitting on the edge of his bed in silence.

“You want to be a coroner.” You said.

“Huh?” Your sudden statement startled Pope. “Oh, yeah. I do. How do you know?”

You pointed at the books on his desk, books regarding forensic pathology. “I read this one.” You picked up Deadhouse: Life in a Coroner's Office.

“For class?” He asked and watched you shake your head.

“When I was a kid I thought Genesis 3:19- for dust you are and to dust you shall return- was like an incantation to disintegrate dead bodies at funerals. I asked my dad but he got mad at me. Death fascinates me.” You're looking at your hands, afraid that Pope thinks you're weird like everyone else does. When you look at him, he's smiling at you.

“When I was a kid, it took me like a week to grasp the concept of depth. My dad made me kill a fish because I kept asking questions.” Pope could vividly remember Heyward explaining how once you're dead, you have no more thoughts. There is no more you. 8 year old Pope threw up at the thought of there not being any him, but mostly at the feeling of the fish going limp in his little hands.

“Are you-?”

“Do you want to-”

The two of you said at the same time. “Go ahead.” Pope nodded, encouragingly.

“Do you want to come over for dinner?” You turned your body towards him.

“With your family?”

You shook your head. “It’s my parent's anniversary. They just left for the weekend. Took the jet.”

The fact that your parents could fly somewhere privately while his neighbors weren't making enough to eat bothered Pope but he swallowed his pride. You weren't like that. At least he hoped you weren't like that. To be honest, he didn't know what to think but nevertheless he nodded his head. “Yeah. I’ll come- go! I’ll go over for dinner.”

“Promise?” You stuck your pinky out and he didn't skip a beat interlocking his with yours.

“I promise.”

“Great.” You stood up. “I should go. See you tonight. 7 o'clock.” And you left without another word, leaving Pope sitting on the edge of his bed.

“So are you gonna fuck her?”

“Dude, not cool.” Kie jabbed JJ’s ribs with a pointy elbow. Against Pope’s better judgment, he was driving the HMS to the boat wreck.

“Sorry, are you gonna have premarital sex and condemn her soul to hell?” JJ earned himself another elbow, this time from John B.

“She's not that kinda girl.” Pope murmured, not wanting to engage in another normal conversation turned vulgar. He wasn't even sure why he brought it up to JJ of all people.

“I bet she could be.” JJ seemed to be concocting mental images of you, probably inspired by his memory of your skirt blowing upwards. “If I had a golden opportunity like you Pope, I would.”

“She would never let you touch her.” Kie rolled her eyes.

“You ever hear of God’s Loophole?”

“Don't talk about her like that.” Pope shook his head as he steered the HMS Pogue through the marsh. “I actually like her so we need to be done with this before 7.”

“Who would have thought? The boy’s got feelings.” John B slid his arm over Pope's shoulder. “Park her riiiight here bubba. Kie, you got the scuba?”

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kie looked at John B, exasperated. “This one's a quarter full.”

Pope was late.

You were, understandably, upset. When 7:01 came, you gave him some grace. Everyone's a little late now and then, even you had made your family late for church so if he was 10 minutes late it wasn't a big deal.

You watched the clock tick past 7:30 and then it was 8 and your feelings were hurt. You put in all the effort of making dinner, you even made peach cobbler and bought ice cream. You couldn't understand what could possibly be keeping him away after he promised he would come.

It was 8:30 when you heard the rapid sound of shoes slapping the cement of your driveway. Pope paused to catch his breath before pushing the door bell.

Ding-

You swung the door open before the bell could finish. All your sadness had turned to anger. “What do you want?”

“I’m sorry-”

“For standing me up? For making a promise you couldn't keep?” You cut him off, furrowing your brow angrily.

“Can I explain?” You rose your brows, signaling him to continue talking. “First of all, I’m really sorry. I didn't mean to be this late but me and my friends had a… mission to complete. It got dangerous and that's what held me up. I promise I wouldn't stand you up.”

“A mission? What kind of mission?”

“It's better that you don't know.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” You ask, scoffing.

“No- No, of course not.”

“I know everyone thinks I’m just this naive little girl but I’m not.”

“I know you're not-” Pope genuinely tried to respond. His perception of you changes with every conversation you have.

“Really? Because you're treating me like I don't know who you hang out with. Like I don't know the kind of stuff JJ and John B get into. Do you just not trust me?”

Pope took a deep breath and looked to the sky before looking back into your eyes. “Me and my friends found a boat wreck yesterday. Scooter Grubbs boat wreck. John B got scuba gear to check the thing out. We almost got caught by the cops because the marsh is supposed to be closed but we were fine. Everything was fine until these two dudes chase us through the marsh. They're shooting at us- the only reason we get away is because of Kie. Anyways, John B found a duffel bag and we thought it was drugs but it was his fathers compass- you know Big John. But we're trying to figure out what the he- what the heck his fathers compass was doing on that boat. I didn't want to come over to your house in clothes I was almost shot in so I showered and then ran here but-” He smells himself. “I kinda stink now. Yeah. I think that’s it.”

You're staring at him with those big, curious eyes and not saying anything so he drops to his knees and takes your hands. He was pretty frantic during his explanation and it was showing with every deep breath he took. “Pope?”

“Please give me another chance.” He squeezes your hands. “Please.”

You felt both pity and attraction to his desperate begging. “You don't need to beg, I forgive you.” You pull him up. “Come in.”

Pope closed the door behind himself as he followed you inside. Your home was very simply elegant. The furniture looked like it was straight out of a catalog and there was even a chandelier in the middle of the living room. In the kitchen there were stained glass windows that looked expensive. Not to mention how massive the house was, two stories and you didn't have any siblings. He couldn't help but wonder, how could a doctor and a preacher pull this off?

“Are you hungry?” You asked. “I made pozole- a soup.”

“Yeah, please.”

“Are you hurt?” You asked, looking at him with a clean bowl in your hand.

“What? No. No, I’m fine.” Pope took a seat at the end of the table.

“Are you okay?” Pope paused and thought about it for a second before nodding. “Okay.” You nodded back and served him a bowl. You set it in front of him and he dug in, savoring the taste. “This is really good.” He spoke in between spoonfuls. You sat on his right side.

“It's a traditional dish from Mexico. The Aztecs would make the soup with human flesh and participate in ritualistic cannibalism.” You said in your soft voice as if you were talking about the weather. “I used pork. I made the red version but you can also make it green. It's really good.”

Pope nodded, taking in all the information you just gave him. “Some cannibals say that human flesh tastes really similar to pork, so good choice?”

A smile broke across your face and you laughed. “I made peach cobbler too.”

“You didn't have to do all this.” Pope started.

“I wanted to. I like you, Pope.” You leaned your cheek on your hand and gazed into his eyes. Pope felt like you were trying to see into his soul. “I thought I made it obvious.”

“You did- I like you too.” Pope wiped his hands on his pants nervously. “I just-”

“I know. I came on really strong. You're probably confused.”

“Yes. No. Well, yes.” Pope argued with himself and you found it endearing. “I just have a lot of questions.”

“I’ll try to answer them.” You responded, reaching across the table to grab his hand.

Pope licked his lips and nodded, all the things he was thinking of asking you suddenly disappearing from his mind. “I’ll make a list.”

You nod. “Okay. Are you done?” He nods and you take his bowl, washing it in the sink.

Having been shot at like 3 hours ago, he surprisingly felt relaxed. It wasn't your house, he felt ill at ease in houses that didn't look like anyone lived there. It was you.

“Can I show you my room?”

He followed you up the stairs.

You walked down a hallway, dragging your fingertips along the wall until you stopped in front of a door. You opened the door and glanced at him over your shoulder with a playful look. “Come in.”

He stepped inside and it was like another world. Your room had its own atmosphere. Your fluffy white sheets were adorned with colorful, embroidered flowers, you had a collection of stuffed animals, and there was a cross right above your bed with a rosary hanging off of it. Your vanity was made of wood and intricately carved with delicate floral designs, bottles of perfume, skincare, and other things sat neatly organized atop. On your bedside table there was a statue of the virgin Mary, a pair of reading glasses, a lamp, and 2 books. This was your little world, a sanctuary.

“Solito?” Pope read the title of one of the books.

“It's a memoir. The author immigrated from El Salvador when he was 9 all by himself. It’s about his journey across 2 borders to be reunited with his family. It's a really good read.” You sat on the edge of your bed, looking up at him.

“It sounds good. Have you finished it?”

“Almost.” You shook your head. “I’m at the part where he gets caught coming into the US. It reminded me of the bible, when they came to arrest Jesus.”

Pope had never seen you so passionate while speaking, he was ashamed at how much it turned him on listening to you compare the memoir to the bible.

You, on the other hand, were feeling nervous at the way Pope was looking at you. He nodded his head and leaned in while you spoke, licking his lips. It made you squeeze your thighs together. “Pope?”

He blinked and sort of snapped out of the trance you had him in. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, voice dropping to a whisper. He nodded and you scooted closer, until

your thighs were touching his. Angling your body towards his, you lean in. One of Pope’s hands reached out to cradle the side and back of your neck while the other held your face. You closed your eyes, pliant in his hands, letting him capture your lips in a kiss.

You practiced kissing a lot. The back of your hand, stuffies, and round, smooth surfaces taught you how to move your lips in an amorous manner. It was nothing like how you thought it would be. He was gentle, but commanding. His thumb gently rubbed your cheek as he led the kiss. He wasn't too harsh or too gentle, he matched your pace and guided you in a way that made you want him more.

You felt his hands on you and you wanted more. Bravely, you put your hands on his shoulders and swung a knee over his lap, effectively straddling his lap. “Hey…” Pope murmured against your lips but you silenced him with a kiss. You dropped your hips, resting your weight on his thighs.

You pulled back just enough to whisper. “Hi.” With just the right movement, Pope’s boner was pressing right against your clit through his pants and your panties. You let out a whimper when one of his hands dropped to your waist, squeezing the flesh gently, and the other kept a firm grip on the back of your neck. Your mind went to all the places Pope could take you if he just gave in and it motivated your movement.

Within 15 minutes of being alone in your room with Pope, you were dry humping him like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your wetness pooled in your panties and Pope could feel it through his pants. “Wait-” Pope murmured against your lips but it was no use. You were bucking your hips against his with vigor, occasionally using his shoulder as stability to grind down harder on him. You needed him over, under, and inside of you.

Pope was unsure of how he managed to last as long as he did with the pressure of your body weight pressing against him deliciously. Whenever he managed to open his eyes, you were staring at the wall where he knew your cross was. It unsettled him a little, your tendency to come onto him in religious settings, but he chose not to think about that and focus on the noises you were making.

The noises you were making sounded like music and Pope knew he was close. He began bucking his hips up against you and you let out a strangled moan, dropping your head against his shoulder. Your lips grazed against his neck and you were whining his name like it was a prayer.

And then you stopped.

You gasped and pushed yourself off of him, standing in front of him while he was still lying back, breathing heavily. You were breathing heavily too, but you had a crazed look in your eye.

“What's wrong?” Pope propped himself up on his elbows, a concerned look on his face. “Was it me?”

“No! No, no. It wasn't you.” You pulled your skirt down back to its place, just above your knees. “It felt really good. I just- I always… Whenever I get to… that point I usually just stop.”

Pope blinked. “Why?”

You let out a sigh and sit back next to him. “I’m scared of what will happen. Orgasm in French is “the little death” and it's just this underlying fear I have that one day I’m going to have an orgasm and God's going to kill me for being sexually immoral and then I think about my mom or dad finding me dead with a pillow between my legs anmph-”

Pope cut you off with a kiss and you let him, grabbing onto his bicep. You let him lie you down on your bed and trail his hand down your body. “You trust me right?” You nodded and spread your legs to let his hand in. He used his free hand to push your skirt up and with his other he pulled your panties to the side. Your pussy looks divine, puffy and swollen, glistening and leaking for him.

The scientist in Pope wanted to pull your lips open and inspect every inch of you, but he resisted. He could always do it another time. “I want you to let go okay?”

“Pope?” You ask softly, hair fanned out under your head like a halo. He nods. “What if I pee?”

“It's okay. We’ll change your sheets.” Pope smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips at the same time as his middle finger sank into your core.

“Ahh…” You moaned into his mouth and spread your legs wider. His fingers were longer and thicker than yours and you only ever managed to get your own index finger in. He was touching spots you didn't know were inside you and once he added a second finger, you were moving your hips in time with his hand. You closed your eyes and laid your head against the mattress, dizzy from pleasure.

Pope felt you gushing all over his fingers and added a third, moving his other hand down to your clit.

Someone was talking. No- someone was begging. It took you a second to realize that it was you. Your core was on fire and you were holding on for dear life until he started rubbing your clit with his fingers still inside you. Now you were thrashing and bucking under him, letting a string of pleas fall from your lips.

“Please, God… Oh… Pope, Please! Oh, God! Pope!” Your moans only encouraged him, along with the obscene sound of his fingers fucking your messy little pussy open.

“Just let go, I got you.” Pope pressed hot, open mouthed kisses against your neck, curling his fingers inside you. He felt your body still underneath him and then your pussy started pulsing around his fingers. “That's it. Let it all out.”

Your hips trembled as he was still massaging you on the inside. You felt tears roll down your cheeks as you looked up at the cross on your wall. You felt like the holy spirit was inside of you, commanding you through your orgasm.

Pope removed his fingers with a reluctant whine from you. He trailed them up to your clit and rubbed it in circles, spreading your cum and wetness all over. “Do you want more?” He asked, still rubbing your clit while you were lying back with your eyes closed, chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. He spoke your name and you shrugged your dress straps off, revealing your breasts. Your fingers gently grazed your peaked nipples and you gave him those eyes.

He nodded and pushed your legs to your chest, lowering himself and attaching his mouth to your pussy. You squealed, giggling and jerking around a bit at the foreign sensation of his tongue exploring your sensitive clit.

Your giggles turned into high pitched moans as you held your knees to you, holding them open as wide as you could. He sloppily made out with your clit while you humped his face, letting out sobs when his teeth grazed you. “Oh, God… So good… So wet…” You whimpered when he spat on your clit.

You don't know how long he had you like that, tongue working your swollen clit while your pussy drooled against his chin. You reach orgasm again and let your knees go, trying to push Pope’s head away but he hooks his arms around your ass and pulls you closer. He's eating you like a man starved and its not long until you are crying out his name again and jerking wildly in his grasp.

He pulls away and rubs your tummy with one hand and your clit with the other through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “How do you feel?”

You took a deep breath and opened your eyes to look at your cross. Your eyes fell on him and you smiled. “Not afraid to die anymore.” You murmured and leaned back against your bed in bliss, curling into Pope’s side. “Do you want me to make you cum?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I already did.” Your eyes fell to the wet spot on his jeans, a mix of you and him. You erupted in giggles and Pope pinched your nipple, making you moan. “Meanie.”

edged u guys for long enough. moony babe, this one's for u @starfxkr

[pumpkinbxtch]

HI! I don’t know if ur taking recs,but I would wanna rec a fem!model!reader x frank zhang :3 extra points if she’s a daughter of hades.

the fic can be anything,all the power to u<3 maybe like just a cuddle sesh after a shoot?? I just wanna see a frank fic that’s not hcs cus no one writes him :((

u don’t have to do this ask if u don’t wanna :33 great writing!! have a great day/night <3🤍💗 :3

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— frank zhang x daughter of hades!model!fem!reader

warnings: none, just too much fluff

.a/n: hiii always is a pleasure to write for Frank, he's soo ugh. Ilovehimmmm. Thank you and have a good night/ day

The flashes were partially blinding him, but he didn't care. He couldn't and didn't want to take his eyes off you, his beautiful, precious, and talented girlfriend.

— Simply dazzling!— the photographer said once another flash went off, voicing Frank's thoughts. He hugged your coat to his chest and couldn't help but smile when your eyes glanced at him for a microsecond.

The assistant brought him a chair, but he rejected it like before. He was just too lost in the way you moved for his mind to think about any kind of fatigue, but he imagined yours. For a little over an hour, you had been doing poses that he couldn't even achieve with all the training from Camp Jupiter. He watched the way your muscles tensed and your legs stretched, how your toes supported your weight, not to mention that you were only leaning on those heels.

He was relieved to know he had a box of ointments and medications especially for you in the glove compartment of his car, but what caught his attention the most were the microexpressions that only he could notice in you, the way your brow trembled between each photo, fighting not to frown. That's when Frank knew that beyond any physical fatigue, your social battery was less than half, as a daughter of Hades, you had some well-defined characteristics besides the intriguing beauty you possessed.

— One more! — the photographer shouted, and Frank eagerly stepped forward to greet you, ready to scoop you up in his arms to the car.

For your last photo, you turned your back to the camera and looked over your shoulder, searching for a point to focus on, and of course, that was your boyfriend.

Flash! It was as if another arrow had pierced Frank's heart for you. A few meters away, the assistant suppressed giggles at the stupid way Frank still smiled at you while you were already heading to your dressing room to change, and it was only a few minutes that he had to wait to see you return in much more comfortable and loose clothes, just as you liked after a session. He watched you drag your feet while a pout appeared on your face with each step you took towards him.

— There you are... — Frank sang, opening his arms, and you jumped into them to be enveloped and given that bear hug you loved. His cologne was soothing to your tired senses, almost like a lullaby, and he understood it by the way your weight leaned almost entirely on his chest.

The journey back home was like almost every time you returned from a session. Frank drove with the music barely audible, the heating on to give you some air, and you nestled in the back with a teddy bear that you had bought wich you insisted to Frank that it looked just like him when he turned into a bear, although in his opinion, he thought he simply looked like any other bear, but the thought that you could recognize him in any shape or way warmed his heart.

—Come here — Frank said, opening the back door once they had arrived. You rose slowly, but his hands climbed up your legs to lift you, and the only time you touched the floor was when he sat you on the edge of his bed. You looked at him for a few more seconds in silence while he took out some provisions and left them in their place.

— Frank —His head was buried in the refrigerator, probably inspecting what other supplies were missing.

—Frank....— You tried again, and your weak voice made him sit up a little so quickly that he did it before pulling his head out, causing him to hit the appliance. You only heard the thud.

—Yes?— He peeked out while rubbing his head, and you smiled. You didn't say anything else, just opened your arms.

Sometimes he found it hard to read you. Taking care of you as you did of him was important to him, so he always took the time to look into everything, while for you, although you appreciated that, some days all you wanted was... him, and he often forgot that because he never thought you would prefer to lie down with him rather than enjoy some delicious food or have him do all the cleaning alone. As he walked towards you, he felt his cheeks tingling.

— Sorry, it wasn't my intention to forget you— For you, it wasn't like that, in fact, it was quite the opposite, but you just kept your arms open with a sleepy smile that almost made Frank blink slower. He bent down to be at chest level with you, and with his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you so that both of you could fit on the mattress. Unlike other days, you wanted to settle into his arms facing each other, and his stomach churned as he was able to smell those expensive fragrances that suited you so well.

—You're the best — you whispered, your eyes struggling to stay open, and your well-manicured hand caressed his cheek. He had won you over, nothing could be better than cherishing your affection, but if things could be better, it was with that.

—No, you're the best.— he cooed as he gently traced the features of your nose with his finger, causing you to close your eyes. When you smiled slightly, gradually falling asleep, he gave you a soft kiss and held you to his chest until he had the same need to close his eyes.

[crazyunsexycool]

My Little Love

Chapter 30

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, Sad Bucky, Sad kids, Angry Charlotte, Implied torture, Lottie says a bad word🤭, Implied Bucky turns into the Winter Soldier, Charlotte arguing (low-key my favorite part to write)

A/N: OMG I never thought any of my series would get to 30 chapters. I love this story so much though so here were are. Initially I was going to turn each month reader was gone into a chapter but I really wanted to be able to reunite them quickly so here we are. Also new character is introduced! Also I'm a liar, I said I would be updating one of my other series but oh well!!!!

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It had been a long exhausting month since you had been taken. Everyone on the team was pushing themselves to their limits in the hopes of finding something that would lead them to your whereabouts. 

Steve had just come back to the tower after almost nine days of following a lead. The whole situation was eating him up inside. You were his best friend after all. What was he supposed to do if they couldn’t find you? Steve wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of loss for a second time, not after Bucky. 

He had been exhausted when he got back and managed to take a shower before falling asleep on his bed. Steve was out within seconds and he was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t hear the door opening or the pitter patter of small feet that moved towards his bed. It took a few seconds of something shaking him for him to wake up startled.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled as his eyes adjusted to the dark. 

“Shit.” 

Steve groaned when he heard Lottie repeat the curse worse.  

“Shit Steebie.”

“You can’t say that word sweetheart.” 

“Steebie say it.” She argues.

“Yes but it’s a bad word only for grown ups.” Steve says as he finally looks over at Lottie. She was standing by his bed with her teddy bear clutched in her arms and her favorite blanket wrapped around her shoulders almost like a cape. “What are you doing up?” Steve asked her as he checked his phone to see that he had only slept for an hour and it was still two in the morning. 

“Can habe seepover with Steebie?” 

“Of course you can.” Steve says.

He picks Lottie up and lays her down on the bed with him. It’s the first time he’s seen her in over a week and it’s obvious that you being gone has affected her. She’s lost a bit of weight, there are dark circles under her eyes and she just looks overall sad. Although that also had to do with her visions. Lottie almost lost her voice a few days after you had been taken from all the crying and screaming she was doing. Wanda had managed to block her visions but when they were strong enough they still got through. 

“Where’s Henry, sweetheart?” 

“Bubba is with gwandpa.”

“And your dad?” Steve brushed some hair away from Lottie’s face.

“Dada say bye bye an den he go.” 

“What?” Steve cursed under his breath. “Friday, where is Bucky?” 

“Sergeant Barnes has left the building. He’s been gone for three hours.” 

Steve grabs his phone and messages Sam, Nat and Tony who were the only people in the tower at the moment. He let them know he was with Charlotte and that Bucky was gone. Nat replied that she was on it and he was able to turn his attention back to his best girl. 

“Alright Lottie, let’s get comfy so we can sleep.” Steve grabs his blanket to cover Lottie up while she snuggles up to his side.  

She hums a lullaby you would normally sing to her while she is going to sleep and Steve plays with her hair.  

“Miss mama Steebie.” Lottie says after a few minutes of silence. The small whispered confession breaks his heart. 

“I know sweetheart. I miss her too, but we’re going to find her and bring her back.” 

“Kay.” Lottie says with a yawn. 

This time Steve hums the lullaby and it doesn’t take long for Lottie to fall asleep and Steve soon follows.

****

When Steve finally wakes up the next morning he finds he’s been abandoned by Lottie although her blanket is still tangled up with his. He walks out to the living room to find her in his living room watching some cartoons all by herself. She’s laying down on the couch

“Good morning, sweetheart.” 

Lottie gives him a smile as she reaches for him. Steve gladly picks her up and places a kiss on the top of her head. He tickles her side and she giggles and squirms and Steve realizes he hadn’t heard her laugh in a long time. 

There’s a knock on the door before it just swings open. Nat walks in with a grim expression followed by Eddie, Molly, Luke, Olivia and Henry. Steve puts Lottie down so that she can go to her brother and cousin. The three kids sit on the couch while the adults head to the dining room so that they can talk. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits down.

“I reached out to a few contacts I have. Word is the Winter Soldier is looking to get into contact with a high ranking hydra agent. The worst part is that there are rumors that he already has a meeting set up.”

“Then what are we waiting for, we have to go stop him.” Steve got up but it was Ed that stopped him from rushing out. 

“We wouldn’t make it to the meeting place on time but don’t worry I have someone that’s going to meet him instead and bring him back.” 

“I think you need to stay, Steve.” Ed adds. “I know it’s a lot to ask and that you want to go out there and find Y/N.” He gets choked up as he says your name. “But the kids need someone here at least for a few days.” 

“We’re doing everything we can for them.” Molly adds with a sad smile. “But they miss their mama and the rest of the family. Lottie had asked for you so many times over the last few days. We almost lost our minds when we couldn’t find her this morning. Fortunately Friday let us know she was here with you. I think the kids seeing Bucky so distraught over not being able to bring Y/N back yet is affecting them so much. They could use someone they’re more familiar with, even if it’s just for a little while, maybe just an afternoon.”

“You need to rest anyway, son. Y/N wouldn’t want you to run yourself to the ground either, especially if there aren’t any leads.” 

Steve nods his silent agreement and then sighs. His shoulders slump and for the first time he looks as tired as he feels. 

“Ok, I can stay with the kids. Nat you’ll keep me updated?” 

“Of course.”

“Alright. I’m going to head out to the store for a moment and I’ll be back to spend time with the kids.” 

Steve came back to his apartment in the tower about an hour later. His hands were full of art supplies since all of their things had been destroyed when the compound was attacked. 

“Hey guys.” Steve says as he walks over to Henry and Lottie who were sitting on his couch. “How about we paint something?” 

“Yeah.” 

Lottie smiles up at Steve. Henry however doesn’t say anything. He sits there quietly with a pout.

“What do you say Henry?”  

“I don’t wanna.” 

“Ok bubs you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Steve says. “Lottie, let's go to the table.” 

Lottie hops off the couch and heads to the table. There’s a little bit more of a bounce to her step and Steve can’t help but smile. He lays everything out with Lottie’s help. Henry stands in the hallway and watches them set up. 

“What are you gonna paint, sweetheart?” 

“Make suwpwise fo’ mama.” 

Steve freezes but he hopes that Lottie’s statement is because she saw you coming home soon. It gives him a bit of hope that you will be.

“That will be nice, I know she’ll love it.” 

“Can I make something for mama?” Henry asks quietly. 

“Of course you can bubs. What do you want to make for her?” 

“The compound exploded right?” 

Steve clears his throat. “Yeah it did.” 

“Then I’ll make mama a new flower painting.” 

“That sounds like a great idea.” 

Henry takes a seat while Steve places some art supplies in front of him. He goes between both kids, helping them with whatever they need. It turned out to be a good time. There’s no worry about anything going on, just some paints and joking around. Steve hadn’t realized that he’d needed this just as much as the kids. 

“Mama comes home. I see it.” Lottie says and pats to her head. 

Hearing it floods Steve with relief. How he knows that it happens he just hopes it’s soon.

Bucky’s eyes dart from side to side as he walks down the mostly abandoned streets. Undercover of night he makes his way to the agreed upon meeting place. He only hoped this would work. There was no way he or the kids or even the team and your family could go another day without you. If Bucky could at least get a hint at your whereabouts he would walk in there by himself to save you. 

Bucky slips through a rusty door that leads into an abandoned factory. He had made sure to scope it out earlier and made sure to know all the exits just in case. With a quick sweep to make sure there weren’t any surprises Bucky makes it down the hallway on the second floor to the agreed upon meeting place. Bucky has a plan, he just hopes it actually works.

“There’s no use in hiding, I can hear your heart beating.” Be said into the dimly lit and abandoned room. 

A woman steps out from the shadows. Her blonde hair was in a braid, green eyes scrutinized his every move. She was standing in a calm but almost defensive position. 

“You’re who they sent?” 

“Yes, is that a problem?” The Russian accent put Bucky on alert; he just wasn’t sure why. 

“No, you just seem young.”

The woman shrugged her shoulders. 

“What do you want, Soldat?” She asks. 

“I want to make a trade. I’ll go back to hydra if you let her go.” 

“Let who go?” 

“Don’t play with me.” Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Y/N, you have her and I want to trade places with her. Just let her go and I’ll do whatever you want.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t have this Y/N person you speak of.” 

Bucky takes a few steps when he hears movement behind him. He turns with a gun aimed in that direction ready to shoot at whoever is there. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Romanoff?” Bucky grits out. 

“Do you really think we would let you do something this stupid.” 

“Hi.” A more cheerful and sing-songy greeting comes from the blonde. 

“I see you’ve met my sister.” 

“Your sister?” 

“Yeah, this is Yelena. My baby sister and a baby ex-widow.” Nat says knowing how much it annoys Yelena to be introduced like that.

“I am not a baby.” Yelena complains and Nat rolls her eyes with a smirk. 

“Wilson, are we clear?” Nat listens to her comms. “We’ll meet you at the jet.” 

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Barnes I’ll explain on the jet but we are going home now.” 

“I’m not going home. I’m trying to get Y/N back.” Bucky argues.

“Ok let’s say you manage to get back into hydra do you really think they’ll let her go? And let’s say they actually do, do you think she won’t go right back to looking for you?” 

“I don’t know but I have to try. I’d rather it be me dealing with what those monsters do than having to sit at home not being able to save her. Do you know what it’s like to have to calm a 4 year old’s visions about her mother being tortured? I need to save her.” Bucky argues. He’s red in the face as he tries to explain it to Nat. 

“I get it but getting yourself captured won’t help her and the kids. Let’s go home, we’re so close to finding her. Lottie had a vision that she came home, so we know Y/N is alive.”

“She did?” 

“Yes, it’s the first sign of good news we’ve gotten. But we have to go home. Now you can go willingly or I can force you. It's your choice.”

Bucky stares at the red head and then gives a quick nod. Nat and Yelena accompany Bucky back to the jet where Sam is waiting. 

“What is wrong with you? This isn’t the way to get Y/N back.” Sam starts saying as Bucky sits down. “What about the kids man?” 

“Save it, Nat already said everything.” 

Sam scowls at Bucky before taking a seat in the pilot’s seat and flying them back to the tower. 

**** 

“Dada.” Lottie runs towards Bucky once he’s gotten out of the plane. “Hi Yewena.” Lottie waves at the blonde. 

“So the Winter Soldier has a kid? And she knows my name?” 

“Two actually.” Nat corrects. “And she can see the future. She knew you were coming.”

Yelena nods impressed by the information.

“Hey Lottie, your auntie Sophia said she wanted to braid your hair. Why don’t you go downstairs and find her?” Steve says but his eyes are focused on Bucky. 

“Kay. Auntie Nat wets go.” 

“Alright munchkin, maybe Yelena will let you give her a makeover.” 

“I don’t need a makeover.” 

“It’s fun Yewena.” 

“Yeah, it’s fun.” Nat laughs as Lottie takes both of their hands and leads them inside. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

“I was thinking of getting Y/N back. Every minute we sit here she's being tortured by hydra and who knows what else.” Bucky snaps. 

Steve just shook his head. “You're not thinking clearly and if you don’t get your shit together for Y/N and the kids sake I’ll have you benched.” 

“You can’t pull me out of this.” 

“Then don’t pull another stunt like this one. We need to be clear headed and focused if we want to get Y/N back fast.” Steve says before walking back in. 

Things had gone from bad to worse. Two months had passed and still nothing on where hydra was keeping you. The kids had grown more restless the longer you were gone. Especially Charlotte. Wanda had to block her abilities so that she could eat and sleep. Every now and then though the visions were too strong and she’d get a glimpse of what you were going through. If Wanda wasn’t around it would be difficult to figure out what she saw. Except for now where Lottie was trying to get Bucky’s attention and he was exhausted. 

“Dada mama cwying.” She says from across the coffee table. “Wumwow is bad man.” 

“I know Charlotte. I know mama is crying.” 

“Habe to help mama.” Lottie says with urgency as she points to the door. 

“We talked about this Charlotte, we don’t know where mama is yet.” 

Bucky gets up and starts heading to his room. Lottie gets up on the coffee table with an angry expression on her face. She definitely wants to get his attention as she stands there with her hands on her hips.

“Wumwow is bad man, dada. Habe to help.” 

“Charlotte that’s enough.” Bucky says as he turns to look at her. If you were here you’d make some comment about how much they looked alike with matching pouts.

“Not ‘nough dada. You no wisten.” She stamps her foot on the table and the wood creaks. Her hands balled into fists at her side. 

“Charlotte, we are trying to find mama. Now get off the table.”

“No. You no wisten. You bad, dada.” She points at him and stomps her foot again with all the fury a four year old with super soldier serum can and the table breaks. 

Bucky is right there to catch her before she falls. The sudden almost drop and Bucky’s movement scare Lottie and she begins to cry. 

“I’m sorry doll.” Bucky says with a broken voice. “I’m so sorry.” 

Charlotte thrashes against him and punches him in the chest repeatedly. 

“No wike you. You bad, dada.” 

With tears in his eyes he puts Charlotte down and she runs to the front door, leaving Bucky to wallow in his anger and ever dwindling hope that he’ll find you and get to hold you again. Now he had to add on to that, that his children would resent him because he couldn’t dig himself out of this hole. You would surely be upset with him about it if you saw him like this. Still Bucky can’t do anything but sit with the heaviness in his chest and the knowledge that it’s his fault his family has fallen apart. He runs a hand through his now much longer hair as he thinks about how to fix this.

With everyday that passes Henry retreats into himself. He can’t hear your name without crying. Lottie is always upset and frustrated that she can’t explain what she's seeing. Now add to it that she apparently hates Bucky. 

“Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his anguish. “We have a lead.” 

Bucky looked up to see Steve with Lottie in his arms. She doesn’t seem upset anymore and Bucky wonders how much time had passed.

“What’s the lead?” 

“Rumlow. Lottie heard his name in a vision.” 

“Wumwow.” Bucky muttered as he realized what Lottie had been trying to tell him. 

“Yeah, and Tony started a search and we’ve gotten some hits of either mentions of him and a few sightings. We thought he was dead after D.C. but I guess not. We’re going to start planning on how to bring him in. Right now he’s our best shot at finding Y/N and bringing her back.” 

For the first time this was a real chance and a ray of hope that this nightmare could be over soon. 

“I’ll be down soon. I need to talk to Charlotte first.” 

“Take however long you need.” Steve sets Lottie on the floor and walks out.

“C’mere doll.” 

Lottie steps in between her dads legs as he sits on the couch. 

“I’m so sorry baby. You’re just trying to help mama and I didn’t listen.”  

“Is kay. Dada sad too.” She says as she plays with the hem of his shirt. 

“I am sad but I should still listen. Now why don’t we go find Rumlow so we can help mama?” 

“Kay.” 

“I love you so much sweet Angel.” Bucky hugs her as she sniffles at hearing your nickname for her. 

“You not bad dada.” 

“I haven’t been a great dad though, doll. I’m sorry you and your brother deserve better.” 

“Is kay, lobe you dada.” Lottie wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck and kisses his cheek.

“I love you too, doll.” 

It’s like Bucky had lost consciousness and control over his body. It was worse than sleepwalking. But it didn’t matter if he got the answers he wanted. He struggled against whoever was holding him back. 

“Bucky, listen to me. You need to calm down, this isn’t going to solve anything yet.” It was Steve’s voice that helped lift the fog he had been living in. 

When Bucky blinked back into the moment and looked around he realized he was somewhere unknown. His eyes turned to Steve in a silent question of what happened.

“Seems like you’re still a lapdog soldat.” 

Bucky turned to look at whoever said it only to find someone beaten tied to a chair. His skin was black and blue and blood was dried around his nose and mouth. 

“You found Rumlow, do you remember?” 

Bucky just shook his head. But note his cold dark gaze was on the man that could tell him where you are. He steps forward but Steve stops him. 

“Remember the mission is finding Y/N. Not killing him.” 

“That’s right, soldat.” Rumlow taunted. “If you want to know where your girl is you better listen to your handler.” 

In two long strides Bucky was in front of Brock and with one punch he was laid on his back still tied to the chair. Rumlow groaned as the pain bloomed in his face. Sam pulled him and his chair back up. Bucky hadn’t even noticed that Sam was in the room. 

“Do whatever you need to do to get an exact location.” Steve says. “You can get rid of him after we’ve brought her home.” 

“You can’t do that.” 

Rumlow fought against his restraints. He yelled and pleaded with Steve as he and Sam walked out of the room. 

“What was it that you said about listening to my handler?” Bucky’s eyes darkened as he grabbed a knife and flipped it back and forth. Toying with it as he walked closer to his prisoner. “Where is she?” 

“Fuck you.” 

Bucky huffed a laugh. “I’m so glad you’re going to put up a fight. Now you’ll get a taste of everything Hydra did to me.” 

This would be the final briefing. It took almost another month to find the exact location. Rumlow had tried to send them on a wild goose chase but he learned his lesson fairly quickly. 

“So it would work best if our team heads down toward hydra’s compound from the east.” Agent Ross said. 

As much as Bucky didn’t want to see any CIA agents again both Sharon and Ross offered their help. T’Challa and Shuri were also joining to provide back up. They were currently at the briefing via video chat along with Okoye. Fury even asked for Charlotte to be present in case she got a vision of the mission. 

“No.” Lottie shakes her head as she sits on Wanda’s lap and looks up at her, waiting for the witch to read her mind. 

“Did Rumlow say anything about the village that surrounds the compound.” 

“No, he only gave me the layout of the buildings, all entrances and patrols.” 

“Hm,” Wanda’s eyes still flowed red as she read Lottie’s mind. “Seems like the village works with hydra. Most of the people that work at the compound live there.” 

“So instead of quietly evacuating everyone we have to make sure they don’t warn anyone in the main buildings.” Ross said.

“Leave that to me, I can cut all of their communication without it affecting us.” Shuri says. 

“Good. Then we should move the drop off point for Ross and his team to here.” Steve points at a Forest north of the village. 

“We can handle that.” 

“All teams must be at their entry points at the same time. From what Rumlow said this is the biggest facility Hydra has and has been in operation for decades.” 

“That means there is a chance for there to be other test subjects in there. We’ll do our best to not harm them but if they attack first you must defend yourself.” 

“Wilson, Vision, Rhodes and Stark you’ll be responsible for any aircraft that try to lift off. We can’t give anyone the chance to escape.” 

They all nod and for the rest of the briefing Fury makes sure everyone knows their rolls. 

****

It had been exactly three months since you were taken. And this was the day Bucky would bring you back. Everyone was getting on the jet after saying their goodbyes to the kids and your family. 

Bucky was kneeling in front of them and hugging them both. He could feel the nervous energy rolling off of Henry. 

“Maybe I can help. I can turn people invisible.” He offers as he looks at his dad. 

Bucky smiles but shakes his head. 

“Thank you for offering to help save your mama but I know she’d want you to be safe more than anything else.” Bucky cupped Henry’s cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the best dad bubs. But I’ll make it up to you once I’m back ok?” 

“It’s ok daddy. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Bucky hugs Henry again. “I love you too doll.” Bucky turns his attention to Lottie. 

“Lobe you too dada.” 

“Once mama is back and healthy we’ll have a sleepover just the four of us ok.” 

“Yeah.” Lottie did a little happy dance. “Dada?” 

“Yeah, doll?” 

Lottie’s eyebrows furrow before she blinks rapidly a few times. “Mama is not kay. Bad man make her mad.” 

Bucky wasn’t sure what to do with the information so he just nodded at her.

“Ok doll, I have to go now but I’ll be back soon and mama will be back ok.” 

“Okay.” 

“Kay.” 

Bucky stood and walked up to Eddie who held his hand out. They shook but Eddie pulled him in a bit and put his free hand on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Listen son, I want my girl to come back home already and I know you’ll do whatever it takes.”

Bucky nodded.

“But don’t you dare do some sacrifice play for her, you hear me. She’ll need you as she recovers and if she finds out something happened to you because you were rescuing her she’ll never forgive herself. So you make sure that when she comes back you’re right there with her. Understood?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Be careful out there. We need you just as much as we need Y/N.” Ed said before giving Bucky a quick hug. 

Bucky jogs out to the jet and takes a seat next to Steve. During the whole flight he doesn’t say a word. His focus is making sure he gets you out no matter what. 

Of course hydra wouldn’t go down without a fight. Around every corner there was another group of agents ready to lay down their lives for this evil organization. That didn’t stop or slow Bucky down. He had one mission and that was finding you. At some point he must have separated from his team without realizing it. 

He had just walked out of an exam room when there was movement at the end of the otherwise abandoned hallway. With his gun raised Bucky moved quickly and quietly in hope to find someone or something that would lead him to you. 

“Stop. Turn around slowly.” Bucky orders. 

His breath hitches when the man turns around and pulls you along. He uses you as a human shield. You are dressed in a tattered old hospital gown. Your hair was matted and knotted and your hands were cuffed behind your back. 

“Y/N?” Bucky called out. 

You didn’t respond, instead your eyes stayed fixated at a point on the ground. Bucky could see how tired you looked. He couldn’t begin to imagine what they must've done to you. 

“She’s an obedient little thing now. She won’t do anything unless she’s told to do so. But you remember those days don’t you, Soldat?” The man behind you laughs at the distressed look on Bucky’s face. “She’s been so much fun to play with.”

He drops the ironclad hold he had on your neck and releases the cuffs you had on. He leans into your ear and murmurs something. 

Your murderous gaze snaps up to Bucky’s.

Ch. 31

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Spencer's Choice

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: angst, reuniting long lost love, heartbreak, impossible choice to make

Summary: Breaking up with Spencer is the hardest thing you've ever had to do. You left and returned years later, only to run into him again. Feelings return that you thought were gone. Spencer has a choice to make: you or his family.

Square Filled: goodbye letter (2021) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Ah, back in your hometown. You miss the way the sunshine feels on your skin even when the wind blowing is almost at freezing temperatures. You miss the way the cars sound as they’re rushing down the road as a reminder that people need to leave earlier when it comes to this town. You miss the small-town feeling of everyone being so close-knit that you can check up on your neighbors and see how they’re doing every day.

You miss home.

You haven’t been back in the United States in a little over a year, and back in this town for much longer. Ever since you left after you graduated, you really haven’t looked back. It killed you to do so but you were on a mission to better people’s lives with your degree and experience. You’re a very skilled architect who has been involved in many unique projects all over the world. It’s been one big adventure that you love having. You’ve met genuinely good people, tried amazing and unique food, delved into different cultures, and got to experience what others only dream about.

Now you’re just glad to be back in your hometown, relax, and spend the money you’ve been saving for years.

You walk down the familiar road next to the park you used to go to after school every day with your friends. There is something brown in the middle of the sidewalk but upon closer examination, you see it’s a child’s teddy bear. You pick it up in hopes there is a name or a number you can call, but the only thing you can find is an address. Weird. Most people don’t put their addresses on kids’ toys but who are you to judge?

With a quick Google search, you find the address is only two blocks from where you’re at. This is your chance to be a good samaritan and return the bear to a child who is probably missing it. You find the house easily and walk up the porch steps. You knock on the door and wait only ten seconds before it opens. A young girl about the age of seven is standing there with sad eyes.

“Hi, does he belong to you?” you ask and produce the bear.

Her eyes light up happily when she sees the toy. 

“Thank you so much!” she squeals and grabs it from you.

“Marissa, what did I tell you about answering the door without your mother or me?” you hear her dad say.

You look up and lock eyes with the only person you’ve ever been in love with: Spencer Reid. You two were high school sweethearts back then, and it was clear to everyone at that school that you two were going to end up together for life. You were in love with him so much and wished you could have stayed, but it broke your heart to break up with him.

You have always wanted to be an architect even when you were younger. Your parents got you Legos that you could build houses from, and you’d build all sorts of different houses with different rooms for everything a person could need. When you got to your junior year, you applied to different colleges for architecture which also included colleges outside of the United States. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever get into those colleges but your mother encouraged you to apply.

Four months before graduation, you got an amazing offer to study at UCL in London with the opportunity to be an intern side by side with one of the most famous architects at that time. What an amazing opportunity, your mother told you. Yes, it was but there was one thing holding you back: Spencer.

It started one of the biggest arguments between you two. It lasted for months leading up to graduation. He obviously didn’t want you to go since you’d be in a different country, but he didn’t want to be the only reason why you’d stay. You wanted to go because this would be an amazing opportunity for you, but you didn't want to go because you didn’t want to leave him.

It took months to come to a decision but Spencer convinced you to go. Long-distance relationships never work out for anyone, and you didn't want to put Spencer through the pain of not seeing you every day or being with you. Breaking up with him was and still is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’ve had a few flings over the years that never meant anything because none of them were him. It took a really long time to stop crying over him. Now, seeing him right in front of you is bringing all those fights, that love, and every conversation you’ve ever had with him back. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest, and you step back to ground yourself.

Marissa looks up to see her dad looking at you with the same look you’re giving him.

“You don’t look at Mommy like that,” she observes.

“Why don’t you go inside and play? I’ll be right there,” Spencer says distractedly.

Marissa looks at you and goes inside to play with her teddy bear. Spencer steps outside and closes the front door for some privacy.

“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.”

This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to start crying because the truth is, and you’ve tried so hard to bury it, you’re still in love with him. If you don’t get out of here quickly, the patch over your heart is going to tear and you’re going to start bleeding all over again.

“I’m sorry. I can’t be here right now. I have to go.”

You turn around and walk down the porch steps, but Spencer jumps toward you.

“Wait.” You turn to face him and he sighs in frustration. “I have to get Marissa to the doctor. How long are you in town for?”

“As long as I want. I’m in between projects right now.”

Maybe the reason why you told him this is for the false hope that you two can resume right where you left off.

“Please don’t leave. Please meet with me for coffee tomorrow morning. You remember Jack’s Cafe, right?” How could you not? It’s the place where you and Spencer had your first date and first kiss. “My number hasn’t changed if you still have it.”

“I do,” you whisper.

He never changed it in hopes that you’d call it. You got home after parting ways with him and cried yourself to sleep. Seeing him again after all these years is reverting your mind back to high school graduation. You’re not much better the next day. When you wake up, you decide you’re not going to meet Spencer and just leave. However, when you look at past messages between the two of you on your phone, he deserves this meeting. You deserve to catch up with him.

You rush into the coffee shop knowing you’re late. Spencer is sitting at the table you two used to sit in every single time you went here.

“I thought you weren't going to show,” he says when you sit across from him.

“Honestly, I almost didn’t.”

Spencer slides a coffee over to you and you catch it to prevent it from falling. Just based on the smell alone, you know he still remembers your coffee order.

“How have you been? Any interesting projects you’ve been on?”

You don’t know if the small talk is good or not. It’s to distract you from the real issue but you welcome the distraction.

“Yeah, I’ve done some work in third-world countries with nonprofit organizations. We’ve built homes for people, homeless shelters, and enclosures for animals who are suffering and endangered.”

“That’s amazing. I’m really happy for you.”

“What about you?”

“I pursued my career in the FBI. I have been a profiler for many years. I’m retired now and get to teach others before they go into the academy.”

“Retired? You’re still so young. What happened?” you ask and sip your coffee.

“I went to prison for a couple of months for a crime I didn’t do. It messed with me mentally so I decided to take a different approach. I’m still involved with the FBI just as a teacher.”

Once you two get into the groove of talking, it’s like no time has passed. You’re laughing and having a good time with him as if you didn’t break his heart all those years ago. You’re falling in love with him all over again.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Just like that, you’re back to how you were feeling before. The laughter dies off and you pick at the ends of your sweater.

“No. I haven’t had a steady relationship since--” You stop yourself from saying it out loud. He understands what you’re trying to say. He reaches over and grabs your hand. As soon as he makes contact with your skin, you quickly pull away from him. “You have a family.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You look happy.”

“Yeah, I am.”

His words tell you one thing but his tone tells you something completely different. There is a longing in his eyes that suggests he would drop everything in his life if it meant he got to be with you.

“I’m really happy for you,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…”

“I shouldn’t have come here. You have a wife and daughter now.” You drop your voice to a whisper. “I’m too late.”

You’re already out the door before Spencer can process your words. Not only was coming to this coffee date a bad idea, but coming back to your hometown where Spencer also lives was an even worse idea. The projects waiting for your involvement will have to come a little earlier than planned.

You hate doing this to Spencer but you write a letter explaining how you feel about him and this whole situation. Once you’re done, you head to his house hoping he isn’t going to be there. You walk up the steps and notice something in the window next to the door. Spencer is sitting on the couch next to his wife and she’s comforting her. About the botched date? About you? About something else?

Damn it. Why did she have to be gorgeous?

You stick the note in the door and swiftly turn to leave. Spencer sniffles and looks up to see your long hair flowing in the wind. At first, he thought he was seeing things but then his brain caught up to the rest of him. By the time he walks out there, you’re already gone. Your note sways to the ground so he picks it up and starts reading it.

Spencer, 

I am so sorry for the way we left things all those years ago. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and hurting you was never my intention. I love you with all my heart and wish things had ended differently between us. You have a family now that I never wanted to disturb. I kind of thought by coming back here, I’d be reminded of what’s really important. Seeing you after all these years did just that. I don’t want to hurt you now, but I’m leaving. I’ll be accepting other projects that need me, and you can continue to be with your family. I wish you the very best.

Y/N

Spencer can’t let you go this easily without letting you know how he feels. He tells his wife he’s going over to Derek’s house but ends up going to the biggest airport in the state. It’s the airport that has the most flights coming and going so you have to be here. He doesn’t know which flight you’re going to get on so he buys a ticket for one of them and hope for the best.

He rushes through the entire airport in search of you, wishing you hadn’t gotten on one of the airplanes yet. He’s sweaty and disheveled but determined to find you before you board. He runs around the corner and scans the many gates with people boarding their planes. There at the far end of the building is you. You’re in line to get on the plane.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

You don’t hear him and move up in the line. Spencer breaks out in a run in hopes of getting to you in time. You hand the attendant your ticket so she can check you in. She doesn’t question the dried tears on your cheeks as she does. Once finished, you grab your ticket and walk onto the bridge.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Spencer runs past everyone and tries to get onto the bridge but the two attendants posted there prevent him from going in.

“Sir, you need to wait in line like everyone else.”

“Please, I just have to talk to her.”

“Sir, I can’t let you on there without a proper ticket.”

“Y/N!!!” Spencer screams to get your attention, hoping you’re not too far away. He waits agonizingly for you to show up. He’s about to yell again when you come around the corner with tears in your eyes. “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

“Spencer,” you gasp. You leave the bridge and take him off to the side. People stare but go about their business to give you two some privacy. “What are you doing here?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“But your family--”

“Please don’t leave. I can’t bear to watch you walk away again. I let you go once. I can’t--refuse--to let you walk away again.”

Spencer grabs your face and kisses you like he should have done all those years ago. You get lost in the way he’s making you feel so you kiss him back. It feels so good to feel his lips on yours again. He feels like home. The image of him and his wife pops up in your head, and you pull away from him with tears streaming down your face.

“What about your wife? Your daughter?”

“I don’t know but please don’t leave. I love you.”

He’s only here because of the feelings you drudged up. He was happy before you came back into his life.

“I can’t do this right now. I have to get on the plane.”

“Please don’t get on that plane,” he begs.

“Miss? Are you getting on? We’re taking the last call,” the attendant asks.

“Spencer, I have to get on the plane. They’re waiting for me.” You step away from him even though it kills you to. “You have a family now. Maybe if I never left before, things might have been different. I can’t do that to them.”

You hand your ticket to the attendant even though she allows you to go through. Spencer watches you get on the plane, and the attendant shuts and locks the door behind you. Spencer has a very important choice to make:

Does he go back to his family and pretend this never happened or follow you? Stay with what’s comfortable or follow the one woman who has always made him feel alive? Her or you?

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Hi!! i want to make a prompts request from your event. Its the angst one

Its Natasha x f!reader who's dying..😏

prompts #5 : "why didn't you say h-how bad it was?"

prompts #6: "am i going to die?"

The story can start by Reader follows the trailblazers to defeat cocolia..but I don't mind if you have another ideas 🤝🤝

my period came today and before writing this i started thinking about how many patients natasha must have lost and how shaky her voice was when she learned her father passed away in her companion quest. and how she thanks her patients for surviving particularly gruesome surgeries. i genuinely cried writing this and had to stop cause i couldnt see the keyboard anymore so i hope youre happy. /lh

You’re falling. The cloudy sky is a blur, the only thing you can distinguish, and harsh winter winds are in your ears deafening you to the world beyond muted grays and boring whites. Your body is weightless and your mind is in a daze, compelling you to close your eyes and succumb to the temptation of oblivion. You spend a lifetime in the air, the moment stretches until you can’t anticipate the end of it; perhaps it was mere seconds or a full minute, but the thoughts breezing past your foggy mind compose decades worth of memories. Chastising hands swatting you away, carefree laughter between closed doors, a tangle of legs and warm sheets— then it’s a faceless person waving their hand in front of your face, handing you something soft and small before stepping into your personal space. You don’t feel a thing where you assume they touched you, a peck on the cheek or a forehead against yours? Or is it meticulous fingers cupping your jaw? You look down to see a keychain-sized teddy bear. The faceless person disappears. There are smaller people, children, swarming your legs with a blank slate where their faces should be. You can’t hear a word, the wind speaks for them as they don’t have a mouth. You are cold, it hits the tip of your nose and spreads to your chest cavity. It’s unpleasant and also irritates your eyes, they flutter shut in response. Against the boundless darkness is a human frame you can’t recognize sitting at a table with something in hand. They are far from you and you have to stare hard to make out the animal plushie and colorful sewing threads. The sight is gone the next instant. You never hit the ground.

You hear an amalgamation of sounds converging together to form a senseless cacophony. Tremors run through your body and you have a fleeting thought that you might be moving, or rather that someone is moving you. You can make out no distinct voices, only a searing pain near your abdomen with every movement and your own strained groans. Time does not pass, you try to open your eyes and fail each attempt. As you’re being carried, fragments of recent events come back to you in broken order; meeting up with Seele and the Astral Express, locking your door this morning, conversing with… Your breathing is ragged and you force your muddled mind to fill in the gaps. Oleg. Conversing with Oleg in the Underworld. But you saw clouds and an unreachable sky, you can’t be in the Underworld. And if you left for the Overworld with Seele in tow, then… something important must have happened. It all hits you in the next instant. The Supreme Guardian, rescuing Bronya, the Engine of Creation— you were injured in the fight. That falling sensation must have been you getting thrown off the enormous robot. Your body jolts in a person’s arms and the pain in your stomach gets too much to bear, you slip in and out of consciousness for what feels like an eternity. 

Years of living underground where resources are scarce and people barely make enough to afford their lives have made Natasha resilient against any stressful situations that can come her way. As the leader of Wildfire, the only doctor in town and the person in charge of its largest orphanage, she can’t afford to freeze in front of daunting obstacles because that moment of hesitation might come at the price of someone’s life. She’s lost too many patients, couldn't save too many men and women whose sole crime was to be born in the Underworld. She bears every loss on her chest and does everything in her power not to add any names to that depressing list. She’s decisive and cutthroat when needs be because hundreds of lives depend on her ability to stay upright. Her expressions are practiced as to not alarm her patients or the children under her care whenever she learns disappointing news. Rattling her isn’t an easy feat and even then, she’s able to do her job long enough to save a person from immediate danger. 

Her pulse thrums in her ears, so loudly the beeping of machines and urgent orders of the Overworld hospital staff can’t penetrate past the persistent drum that seems to reverberate through every corner of her head. Her vision blurs at the edges as she looks down at her open palms with shaky breaths and sees the tremors in her fingers rendering her immobile. She’s a surgeon with trembling hands standing in a near empty hospital room, head spinning so fast she feels her heart will come out of her throat any second, and a single thought joins the racket inside her skull; she’s useless. She’s faltering, frozen in place, a doctor who can’t heal and a leader who can’t save the people she’s sworn to protect. She feels stripped away of her identity for the long moments she stares at the quiver of her fingers. Without her hands, she can’t do anything. She was too late to arrive and it was a blessing in disguise because she could not have operated or remembered her decades of medical training in front of your pale face and strained breathing. Her legs would have buckled and her hesitation would have worsened both your condition and her mental state. It’s a small comfort that gets lost in the sea of anguish entering her nose and mouth, filling her from the inside until she’s helplessly sinking beneath dark waves. Natasha is drowning. You’re laying on a bed two feet away and hopelessness chills her bones to the fingertips. 

The choked noise you make as you try to cough rips her from her defeatist state. She’s at your side in seconds, her shaky hand hovering over your limp one on the white sheets, hesitant for a moment before her palm slides under your cool skin to share some of her warmth with you. She knows it’s pointless, but she hopes her touch will at least provide you some form of comfort. Your eyes move beneath your eyelids, your brows twist, and Natasha rests her forehead against your temple as you stir awake. She softly shushes your pained moans, her fingertips lightly brushing the lines of your palm. Stray tears fall on your skin. 

Your throat is on fire, the pain in your abdomen has dulled somewhat, but you feel your strength get sapped out of you with every passing moment. You’re weaker than you were a minute ago and the world’s colors overwhelm you when your eyes sluggishly blink open. Your surroundings are unfamiliar, your mind is clouded, and it takes you too long to feel the hand in yours and the weight against your head. From the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of muted blue hair. Your lips part to speak and your sentence gets stuck in your dry throat. You have to swallow multiple times before you can utter anything.

“Na…”

“I’m here,” Natasha tries her hardest to keep her voice from breaking. The last thing you need is to sense her resignation. 

The lights over your head are too bright. Her reassurances are close to your ear, soft and sad. Despite your condition, you long to alleviate her worries. 

“Are… you crying?” Her reply doesn’t come and your fingers twitch to hold her hand in a loose grip. “Don’t cry…”

“Does it hurt?”

You can’t shake your head. You swallow again, voice hoarse and breathy. “Not too bad. Did—Did we win?”

Natasha raises her head to meet your eyes. The sight of her ruby irises eases something inside of you. They’re glassy, shining with unshed tears, and you hate being the cause of her pain. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime. Her free hand cups your cheek, soothingly stroking the skin under her thumb. 

“Yes. Belobog has a future now,” her small smile trembles. “You got injured. Old wounds reopened and… You were hurt before you left. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say h-how bad it was?”

You vaguely remember Hook sneaking into Rivet Town and getting caught by fragmentum monsters. She was lucky you saw her, there were quite a few of them, too big for her to take on her own. An icicle pierced the flesh near your ribs but you managed to finish them off and send the girl back to safety. You learned some tricks spending time in the clinic helping Natasha with easy tasks, so you decided to save her the worry and patched yourself up on your own. It didn’t look bad enough to bother her with it; she does so much in a single day, you’d never want to add to the burden she has no choice but to carry.

You think of her question and the despair attached to it. She already has the answer, no words will comfort her now. It gets harder to speak, the burning sensation in your throat is deeply uncomfortable and you have to rest your eyes because of the harsh lighting. The effort you make to breathe steadily is taking a toll on you. A strange feeling overcomes you, and like Nat, you can’t help asking what you know to be true. 

“Am I… going to die?”

Natasha turns her head away from you so you don’t see the tears wetting her cheeks. She doesn’t answer, she can’t, but it doesn’t matter. 

You strain to hold her hand more tightly and can only squeeze it for a couple seconds. “It’s okay. Nat… I saw the sky and could only think of you.”

You remember the flashes you saw as you were free falling, all moments shared with her. Her voice still rings in your mind, telling you of the sky’s colors during different hours of the day and laughing at the wonder in your eyes. You’d seen it in pictures and books, having lived underground all your life, and today was the first time you experienced it for yourself. You wish she would have been next to you.  Natasha seems to compose herself enough to face you. She leans to press a gentle kiss on your forehead and a shuddering breath leaves you. She spends the night at your bedside murmuring sweet nothings into your cheek, weighted I love you’s and soft reassurances that she’ll be okay while she strokes your hair. Her voice is the last thing you hear when your eyes close a final time and oblivion’s embrace is as warm as her loving touch in the palm of your hand.

[celluceta]

✭ Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi & Ikkaku finding out you like Vocaloid + headcanons ✭

Hi there! Here are some silly headcanons I've been thinking about the past few days. I've been listening and drawing Vocaloid a lot lately and this idea popped in my head, so I hope you like it!! A good friend of mine helped me with this💚

Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors🫠

I had a lot to write about Law and Bepo...

Also I won't be talking about UTAU that much since I'm not very familiar with them,,, sorry.

🎐Please keep in mind these are MY headcanons! If yours are different, that's perfectly fine! Feel free to drop them in the comments if you want🎐

⭐Gender neutral reader⭐

Law

Ok so I headcanon there is a common room in the Polar Tang, with a couple of long sofas and where every member of the crew has their own little space somehow, like walls covered in posters and shelves filled with, books and even plushies of marine animals and their hobbies.

You were spending one morning there, listening to your favorite Vocaloid playlist in a den den mushi (you know, like the ones that appear in film red) when Law arrived, looking for a medicine book he didn’t have at his office.

Normally he would have just walked out the room, but as your den den mushi started playing Tokyo Teddy Bear, his eyes couldn't help but rush to look at you.

You noticed it and glanced at him as well. As your eyes met, he quickly looked back, grabbing the book and heading out the room.

"You like Vocaloid, captain?"

It took him a few seconds to answer before leaving you there. "Why would I do? It's a waste of time".

You were confused but didn't think much about it.

Until a couple of days later, when you walked past the door of his office and heard something familiar...

"Shinkai shoojo mada mada shizumu"

You couldn't believe it. You opened the door and looked at him with a smirk on your face, meeting with his shocked, flushed red face.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" He shouted at you before you left the room giggling, hoping you wouldn't tell the rest of the crew.

He's not the biggest fan, but since Bepo is, he ended up liking a few songs. He would never admit it out loud though, he thinks it would ruin his image.

I can't stop thinking he listens to the most edgy Vocaloid songs... . ...

You know, Lost One's Wheeping, Ghost Rule, Aishite Aishite Aishite and more.

Definitely enjoys Kikuo more than any other vocaloid producer. Also Wowaka.

Nobody knows about this, but he knows the whole lyrics of The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku.

Bepo

Do I have to say it?

Seriously, do I have to say it?

This guy's OBSESSED. He's been listening to Vocaloid for years.

Maybe even before leaving Zou.

Everyone in the crew learned about Vocaloid thanks to him, so when he discovers you also enjoy it, he'll go so excited you'll get trouble understanding what he's saying. You'll see his eyes shining as he's speaking.

One day, on a karaoke session they decided to have not so long after you joined the crew, he started playing Ring no Shitensi.

"Oh, I know this one!"

And his sprakling eyes rapidly landed on you, his lips drawing a bright smile on his face.

He runs into you, not midning the music still playing as he holds your hands and starts talking to you so fast you can barely understand him.

You glanced nervously at Penguin and Shachi for a moment, and they just lifted their thumbs, telling you it was normal.

His favorite producers are definitely Mitchie M, Kinoshita and Livetune.

No matter how many redesigns Miku gets, he'll always prefer the first one.

He knows all the producers mentioned in Kagamine Let's Say the P Names. All of them.

He's one of those people who blast christmas music once it's October 1st, but instead of Mariah Carey it's just Snow Miku songs.

He has a space in his room dedicated exclusively to his lightstick collection, and he knows all existing choreographies from the concerts.

Obviously, in their karaoke sessions, he'll just sing Vocaloid (and Uta) songs.

He has dragged Penguin and Shachi with him, and the rest of the crew knows the lyrics of at least one song or two. Knowing about Vocaloid is inevitable when he's around.

When he discovers a new song Law might like, he eagerly shows him. Law always says he's not interested, but he ends up listening to it on repeat when he's alone.

And he's just as obsessed with UTAU as he is with Vocaloid.

Penguin & Shachi

I feel like instead of them reacting to you, you'd react to them.

Like, again, on a karaoke session, you'd see how they sing along with Bepo, and that just surprises you.

"I didn't know you guys liked Vocaloid!"

"You never asked" They said to you with a playful smirk.

They are glad you also enjoy the music, but don't mind as much as Bepo. Shachi would maybe express it better than Penguin.

Sometimes they join Bepo with the lightsticks, specially if he's playing classics as World is Mine or Luka Luka Night Fever. They ended up learning the movements from watching the bear.

Huge. Deco*27. Fans.

Also they enjoy a couple of Mitchie M and Neru songs, but leave the edgy ones to Law.

Would have a whole discussion over what Miku's voicebank is better on a daily basis.

"V4 pronunciation is way better, man"

"Yeah but it doesn't sound as robotic as V2. What's the point of Miku if she doesn't sound like a robot?"

Shachi's a Rin fan while Penguin prefers Len. Sometimes they tease each other like little kids over who's better, but at the end of the day they both enjoy the twins.

Not that much to say about these guys, just average fans.

Ikkaku

(so sad there aren't more GIFs where Ikkaku appears😭 but this one's fire anyways)

Short because she doesn't really care about Vocaloid that much.

She would be like "Oh that's cool" and continue what she was doing. She just doesn't care at all.

Definitely the most chilled listener among all of them.

V Flower and Gumi. That's it.

She doesn't listen to Vocaloid that often, just from time to time when she remembers they exist.

At first she was like "Wth are they doing..." whenever Bepo, Penguin and Shachi danced with the lightsticks, but now she's gotten used to it.

Has no problem listening to Bepo talk about Vocaloid for quite the long time.

But the bear made her hate Snow Miku songs. She wouldn't have if he didn't played them on repeat from October until the next one is released.

She actually enjoys some of the classics.

Specially Magnet.

You know why... 🧡🤍🩷

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. 

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips. 

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it. 

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips. 

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night. 

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else. 

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted. 

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms. 

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now. 

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house. 

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts. 

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him. 

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you. 

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time. 

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you. 

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use. 

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle. 

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried. 

But you had his whole attention. 

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile. 

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up. 

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off. 

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes. 

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you. 

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes. 

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you. 

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off. 

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?” 

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well. 

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel. 

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed. 

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked. 

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours. 

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes. 

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[anabdaniels]

It's not too late for a goodnight kiss

Agent Whiskey comes home late just to find his wife and daughter missing him.

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 920

Rating: General audiences

Masterlist

Warning: Brief alcohol consumption, GirlDad!Jack (needs its warning).

“Katherine, go wash your hands for dinner, baby.” A few moments later, your daughter showed up at the kitchen door.

“Daddy not coming?” The little girl asked, holding her teddy bear.

“He called and said he doesn't know what time he'll be back. I'm sorry, darling.” You were ready for her to cry but she seemed to handle it not as bad as you expected.

After dinner, Katherine asked to stay awake a little bit longer, hoping she'd see her father. You agreed, after all, she was only a three-year-old wanting her dad. When she was finally defeated by the sleep, you took her to bed. You checked the clock, it was 10 p.m. Knowing that you wouldn’t sleep so soon, you went to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine and a glass, hoping it would help time run faster.

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At that point with an empty bottle, you started considering going to bed too. When, finally, you heard the front door be opened. You stood considerably quick and didn’t hesitate to move to the living room, involuntarily smiling when you saw your man standing there, taking off his jacket and his hat.

“Honeybee, I wasn’t expecting you were still awake.” Jack said with a soft tone and a warm smile, approaching you and holding you close.

“I wasn’t feeling sleepy, so decided to wait and hope I had the luck to see you coming home.” You answered before burying your face in his neck.

“Seems that you’re on a lucky day.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“Since I’ve managed the feat of turning you into a family man, I think I can accept that my luck isn’t the worst.” You tried to sound serious, but you failed, especially after seeing the expression on Jack’s face.

“The way you talk makes me deeply question my whole life.” He had an eyebrow raised while trying to not smile.

“I’ll take this as a compliment.” You answered with a proud smile. At this moment you stopped to pay more attention to his face and you didn’t need to look much to know that his day had been hard. Even with a sincere smile, Jack looked exhausted.

Before you could ponder anything else, you heard a sound coming from the stairs, you and Jack looked in the direction of the noise and just a few seconds later your sleepy daughter appeared wrapped in her blanket. She blinked two or three times to be sure that she was not wrong and when she was certain that her father was home, Katherine walked the faster she could towards him. Jack stooped with open arms, smiling more when the little girl crossed her arms around his neck.

“What you’re doing awake at these hours, baby?” He asked after hugging her tight and holding her in his arms

“Me want to see daddy.” She said with her speech slurred by both age and sleep. You were sure that Jack was about to melt looking at the little girl nestled in his arms.

“Then I think you’d like it if I put you back in bed and stay in your room till you fall asleep again.” Katherine shook her head, trying to keep her eyes open.

Calmly, Jack walked up the stairs with his daughter in his arms, nestling her gently. You watched the scene until you lost sight of them, then returned to the kitchen only to clean up your little mess and then headed upstairs. You stood silently in the doorway of Katherine's room and watched as she and Jack talked.

“Dad will come dinner tomorrow?” The little girl asked holding one of Jack’s hands. Even in the dim light, you could see Jack smile with a dose of guilt.

“I can’t promise anything, my love. Dad’s work has very variable schedules.” He answered in the gentlest way it was possible “But look, at the weekend I promise I’ll spend all my time with you and momma. What do you think, baby?” Judging by the way he spoke you were sure he knew you were there.

“Baby like this.” Katherine sounded excited even if she was already almost asleep.

“Good. Now go back to sleep, Kathy.” Jack carefully pulled the blanket while he spoke, your daughter settled better on the bed.

“Night, daddy.” Her voice came out more like a whisper and her eyes were already closed.

“Good night, my love.” Jack answered in the same tone as her and gently kissed her forehead. After being sure Katherine was fully asleep, he stood and turned to the door, smiling while walking towards you.

“So, the most handsome agent of Statesman will be free this weekend?” You questioned with a smirk.

“Be free ain’t the most accurate description. It’s more like I’ve made a little scene to Champ saying that if he didn’t give me a free weekend, I would resign.” Jack shrugged before closing the bedroom door and passed an arm around your waist.

“That’s my cowboy. Causing trouble every chance he gets.” You laughed while you two walked to your bedroom.

“A man has to do what a man needs to do.” He said in a playful tone, holding you from behind and kissing the curve of your neck.

“I hope you know that this man will be doing a lot of house chores this weekend.” You mentioned after closing your eyes to appreciate the sensation of his breath and mustache against your neck.

“Anything you want, sugar. I’ll not complain.”  

[vokis-inn-and-tavern]

for tlovm, ive been hooked on a modern!reader getting into Exandria and VM trying to help them home (but there's no way back lol) it doesn't have to be the exact moment they came through but id love headcanons of the journey, (whether its modern world of exandria or our world, just all i ask is there's no mention of reader knowing the show, like an isekai)

No way home

Characters: Vex'ahlia, Vax'ildan, Keyleth, Percy FancyLongName de Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, (and a guest appearance from Gilmore)

Type of Request: Headcannons

Word count: 1,887 words.

Notes: Usually don't write modern!reader but this gave me such a brainworm

You ended up in this weird fantasy world about... two weeks ago? You've lost count. You were just driving to home from larp event you had with your friends. It was late and you only closed your eyes for a moment, no more than a blink, and when you opened your eyes it was just you in the middle of a forest. But you've survived and managed to get a few odd jobs killing rats, spiders, and that one wolf pack (You can thank inflation your ability to stretch a gold piece). You are just trying to get a drink in this small town tavern when guards barge in saying that you're a part of this group, Vox Machina, and that you're under arrest. Despite your protests that you've never even heard of a "Vox Machina" you are thrown in this cell with two really short people (gnomes you think they're called?), two women with lightly pointed ears, a man with glasses and white hair, and a very tall and beefy bald man with grey skin.

...

Fuck.

Pike

Oh, you're so lost, and luckily she notices.

"Don't worry, we won't be here long."

She introduces you to everyone (and lightly smacks Scanlan when he flirts with you).

When you all break get out of jail, she is one of the first to suggest that you should come with him. After all, you clearly need help to actually be stable enough on your feet to protect yourself.

Loves hearing about your family.

The second she hears about you wanting to go home she's helping.

Buys every book on dimensional travel that she comes across. Takes notes on what you say happened. Asks every wizard she meets.

Girly just wants you to be happy and if that takes you going home then so be it.

Eventually Gilmore thinks that they've collected enough information for him to cast the spell.

Pike watches as you step into the circle, almost as excited as you!

And watches that expression turn to dread as the spell fails.

And that expression turn to despair when it fails again.

You are in your room for the rest of the night, missing dinner.

Pike knocks on your door that night, bringing dinner.

Her heart breaks even more when she sees your tear streaked face.

After she insures that you have eaten, you make her promise to stay.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay, I promise."

She lets you curl around her, clutching her close like a teddy bear.

In the morning she makes your favorite breakfast. And from then on she stays by your side.

Vax

Yeah... He's the one who told the guards that you were a member of Vox Machina. Also the one who broke all of you out.

"Sorry about that... But, I mean, I did also break you out of jail... So... Even?"

Agrees with Pike, you don't seem quite competent enough to be left to your own devices. Especially after figuring out that you don't even know what a half-elf is.

Is honest with you and tells you the about elves' less than stellar opinion on half-elves.

Thinks a world without magic weird. Like, how do you defend yourself from bandits without magic 'cause you don't really seem like the type who can only use mundane weapons.

Teaches you some dagger basics, just to make sure you can protect yourself.

He helps gather supplies for Gilmore's spell, just don't ask how he got them.

It's a bittersweet goodbye for him as you step into the circle, it feels like only yesterday when you met.

His small smile falls when the spell fails, his heart breaking for you when it fails a second.

He barely holds himself back from chasing after you as you run off to your room, he knows the face of someone who is barely avoiding crying, but he decides to leave you alone for now.

That mentality only lasts till dinner. The second he doesn't see you at the table he grabs both of your plates and heads to your room.

He doesn't bother to knock as he enters, sitting next to you on your bed and offering you a plate. He makes sure that you eat at least half of it.

Offers to stay with you. Even if you can't go home to your family, you should at least have some company.

"Hey, I'm here for you, all of us are."

Holds you close for the rest of the night, draping one of his raven wings over you like a blanket.

The next day is all about you. Vax waits on you, don't even worry about leaving the bed. Oh, and don't ask where he got that bracelet.

Vex

She is so going to lecture her brother for getting a random stranger involved with this.

"Sorry you got caught up in this, darling."

Doesn't think you should come along. In her mind, you're just another person to feed and house, another expense.

Lies and says something like half-elves are loved by all and considered the best, till the lie falls through and she explains the truth.

Starts to warm up to you when she notices your ability to stretch money.

Doesn't really want you to leave but keeps it to herself and helps by financing some of the supplies.

She gives you a small hug before you walk in the ring.

And watches your look of despair as the spell fails and fails again.

She watches you leave for your room, stuck between following you to comfort you and giving you space, but when she doesn't see you at dinner she makes up her mind.

You hear a knock on the door and open it to reveal Vex with some wine and a lavish charcuterie board.

"Hey darling, you look like you need some pampering."

She ends up pampering you for the rest of the night and you two fall asleep in each others arms.

In the morning you two have a spa day, expenses be damned.

Grog

He is so confused by you being in the same cell as them.

"Uhhh... Do we know you?"

He'd love to have you come along, you seem like a good person and having someone to teach combat to looks fun.

Wants to hear all about your favorite foods from back home.

Not bothered by you not knowing what a goliath is, there isn't really that many of them.

Teaches you how to swing an axe (just maybe exercise a bit more self preservation than him).

Takes you wanting to go home a bit personally at first but then sees how much it matters to you.

Pike he is so exited that you finally get to go home and see your family again!

He doesn't understand what is happening when you don't teleport and when you go off to your room looking sad. When someone finally explains it to him he goes to work trying to make your favorite food.

It doesn't look pretty but when he opens the door with that dorky smile (and a cask of ale) it doesn't matter.

"Hey, uh, I made your favorite food!"

You end up falling asleep on his chest. I mean, who needs a bed when you have a Grog.

The next day is spent cuddling and trying to make your favorite food again.

Keyleth

Even more lost than you when she sees you.

"I- uh- I think there has been a mix up."

Totally wants you to join! You seem super nice and you clearly need help.

Please tell her about all of your favorite plants from back home!

Wants to show you all of the cool plants of Exandria.

When you mention wanting to go home she is down to help!

She tries to provide some input on dimensional travel from a druidic perspective.

She excitedly waves as you step into the circle.

Her heart breaks when she sees the look of disappointment on your face when the spell fails.

And your look of despair when it fails again is even worse.

She gets really worried when you don't arrive to dinner and goes to your room to check on you.

"Hey, uh, a- are you okay? I- I brought some food for you!"

You two end up cuddled together surrounded by druidcrafted flower petals from your favorite flower.

In the morning she makes you a nice cup of tea and takes you on a nature walk.

Percy

Doesn't trust you from the moment you enter the cell.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III and I suggest you tell us who you are quickly."

Doesn't want you too come along. As far as he's concerned you're just dead weight and another person to worry about.

Totally doesn't believe you at all. Like, wdym you live in a world where fast horseless carriages and glowing rectangles that answer your questions in mere second? And you don't have magic?!

He slowly warms up to you as you tell him about the technology from back home.

Still doesn't fully believe you but that doesn't mean that he won't try to recreate the things you talk about.

He really relates to wanting to go back home to family.

As much as he helps with the research, there is a selfish part of him that wants you to stay.

He watches your excitement as you enter the circle.

And he can't help but blame himself for your look of despair as the spell he helped research fails.

He is so caught up in how he could have failed that he doesn't even notice you leave.

He spends the next three days closed up in his workshop, not eating or sleeping and barely drinking, researching how to fix the spell to not avail. It takes Vex (literally) slapping him out of it to shake him back to reality and get him to knock on your door with food for both of you.

"Hey, you probably need food just as much as me right now."

He spends the night cradling you close. He still blames himself but you help ease the ache.

In the morning, Percy's workshop was (thanks to Vex) firmly locked, but Percy never left your side long enough to notice.

Scanlan

Flirts with you on the first introduction.

"What did you do to get stuck in here? Other than being criminally hot."

Wants you to come along, you seem like a good time and it wouldn't be right to just leave you.

Loves the bright colors of your clothes and wants to hear all about your favorite music from back home.

Confidently misuses slang that you've mentioned.

Scanlan gets you wanting to go home, if his home was that cool he'd want to go back too.

He helps Vex barter for magic supplies for Gilmore's spell.

He kisses you hand before you step into the circle.

And watches as you nearly cry as the spell fails and you run off to your room.

He wants to follow you but is afraid of saying something wrong.

Later he comes up to your room with some wine and soup.

He plays a song on his lute as you eat, trying to make the perfect atmosphere.

"I know I don't say this much, but I'm lucky to have you as a friend, we all are."

Is a bit surprised when you ask him to stay (not like he'll show it) but would never say no. As you curl around him he plays with your hair and hums your favorite song.

The next morning is a rest day, Scanlan mandates it. You've dealt with far too much emotional stress to just go on like it's a normal day. And he doesn't let you forget about the found family you have now.

[scaralvr]

date nights scaramouche x gn!spouse!reader and baby kuzushi (modern au, suggestive but nothing too detailed, fluff, scaramouche's siblings au)

"look, look," scaramouche grabbed a purple ball from the ball pit where he was sitting criss crossed with a baby in his lap. "do you like this color, kuzu? hm?" he asked, smiling. kuzushi immediately lost interest in his toy train and reached for the ball, whining.

he held it and promptly tried to eat the plastic toy. scaramouche chuckled, "ah, ah, ah~" he took it away from him and grabbed another toy in the play-pen. "it's your favourite toy for chewing; mister teddy. you like him, right?"

kuzushi gurgled approvingly and scaramouche gave it to him, "there you go." kuzushi accidentally dropped the toy and muttered sad, incoherent words. scaramouche held the child's wrists, playfully using his hands to pick up the stuffed bear, "hup! look, you picked it up all by yourself!"

he chuckled as kuzushi squealed, clapping his hands before he embraced the bear, babbling quietly. scaramouche brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his son's face. "now everyone can see your cute little face, mister." he hummed, steadily rocking the baby on his leg.

"are you going to be good for auntie mona? hm?" scaramouche queried. kuzushi grumbled, shaking his head. "ahh, i don't like her either but you'll have to bare with her for one day, just be glad it isn't a whole lifetime." scaramouche joked as he planted a kiss on kuzushi's cheek.

"papa, papa," kuzushi complained, clinging onto his torso. scaramouche heard the doorbell and felt kuzushi's grip tighten on his shirt. "papa." he repeated, beginning to cry. scaramouche picked him up and made his way to the front entrance.

the door swung open, revealing kuzushi's fashionable aunt. mona turned around (,for she was previously looking the other way to spy on their neighbours) before smiling at her nephew. scaramouche deadpanned, "are you even capable of keeping an insect alive?"

mona proudly replied with a, "no," and instantly stole the child from her brother's arms, striding into the house as scaramouche panicked as he followed her, "wait, mona! he has attachment... issues..."

kuzushi sniffled, tears filling to the brim of his big eyes. in a quick second, he began to bawl his eyes out, all the while shrieking for his father. mona winced, "archons, he's a loud one, isn't he?" scaramouche rushed over and sighed.

"shh, it's alright, kuzu," he hushed, taking the baby in his arms. "papa's here now." scaramouche cradled kuzushi in his arms and glared at mona, who put her hands up in accusation. "in my defense, i didn't know it was that bad." she sucked in a breath, raising a brow.

scaramouche kissed kuzushi's forehead and his son softly whimpered, tightly holding onto his father's shirt with a chubby fist.

"i and (y/n) will be trusting you with him for the night. everything you need to know is on the fridge, so please, try to do things right for once... shit, i would've called fischl if she wasn't busy with college." scaramouche muttered and mona gritted her teeth, "just be thankful i'm here, damn it!"

as if on cue to avoid a fight from rising, you entered the living room. "i thought i heard him crying," you nervously laughed as you made your way over to your husband. scaramouche lent you kuzushi, "he should be fine now, love."

mona innocently grinned at you and you smiled back as you gave her kuzushi, who you gave a sweet kiss goodbye on the cheek. but in the meanwhile, scaramouche was beginning to get ticked off by his sister's antics. "well, we should get going now, no, sweetheart? that restaurant reservation isn't going to last forever." scaramouche said with a tight grin, leading you away from mona.

you blinked in realization, "ah, you're right, dear. thank you again for being able to look after kuzushi, mona! we'll be back around late ten." you said, scaramouche's hand against the small of your back as he led you outside.

mona idly stood, holding kuzushi. just a few moments later, did the door open. "don't you dare make him cry." scaramouche squinted as he pointed two fingers at his eyes and back to mona. just like that, did the door slam close once again.

she carefully rocked kuzushi. he curiously looked up at her. "papa." kuzushi gasped, extending his hands to her. mona appeared confused. "i-i'm not your... papa." she cringed as kuzushi giggled, hugging her.

mona's shoulders sunk. "hm. you're quite cute when you're not crying." she commented, holding kuzushi's hand.

"i feel bad. do you think kuzushi's okay with separation already?" you questioned with a frown, fiddling with your thumbs in your lap. scaramouche steadily turned the wheel, the car taking a turn. one of his hands landed on your thigh, "he'll be alright, darling, trust me."

he smiled with his eyes on the road as you felt your lips curl up into a smile as well.

mona looked left and right, "WHERE DID THAT SCUM GO!?" she yelled, running about the house. "ohh... i should've known better than to let that little piece of-" she was stopped short when she heard the sound of thumping upstairs.

she quickly turned on her heel and ran to the main bedroom. "i swear, when i find you-!" mona opened the door to find kuzushi fussing about underneath a blanket that must've trapped him.

"papa, (preferred parent name)?" he repeated, as it seems he was trying to find his way out through calling for his parents.

mona giggled at the sight of the bedspread moving around like a little blob, "sweetheart." she knelt down and took off the blanket, revealing where kuzushi laid, sprawled out on the ground. he stayed motionless with a blank face. mona smiled, "you must love your (preferred parent name) and papa, hm?"

kuzushi turned onto his tummy and crawled to her. "papa," he babbled, his grabby hands at her pigtails. mona picked him up, "i think it's about time you have some dinner."

"kuni, is it good?" you queried with a cute smile atop your lips as scaramouche blushed. "yes it is, my love... but i'd appreciate it if you actually ate your own food instead of giving it to me," he chuckled at your reaction.

"oh. okay." you huffed, giving him a side glance. scaramouche shook his head with a smile and held your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your supple lips. he smirked as he pulled away.

you touched your lips. "we'll continue this in the car, darling." scaramouche said, piercing his fork through the strawberry shortcake before holding it up to you. hesitant, you took a bite.

both mona and kuzushi were equally interested in ghibli movies, surprisingly. she ate popcorn while kuzushi used his hands to sloppily eat vegetable puree. "waah!" kuzushi exclaimed and pointed at the television set, seeing the character take flight using a broom.

mona laughed, putting a hand on his head. kuzushi giggled and stuffed his mouth with more puree.

"that dinner was delicious," you hummed with a calm smile, the wind gently tousling your hair. scaramouche had a hand on your shoulder, "i'm glad to hear you enjoyed it, love." you meekly chuckled, "thank you for tonight, darling. it was amazing."

scaramouche slyly added, "the pleasure is all mine." as you sat in your seat in the car, and your husband got in from the other side, you were confused as to why he hadn't started the vehicle but instead, re-adjusted his tie.

"did you already forget what i said?" he simpered, looking into the driver's mirror. your shoulders sunk in realization and you sighed, "but kuzushi-" scaramouche held one of your hands, "is in good care with my sister. don't worry, love, he'll be fine, i'm sure."

mona turned off the television set and kuzushi yawned. "sleepy, eh?" she said, taking him in her arms. kuzushi rubbed his eyes, nodding. he rested his head on her chest, murmuring more unintelligible words.

mona took her nephew to the bedroom, laying him in his crib across his parents' bed. she pressed a kiss to his forehead, "goodnight, kuzushi. i had fun." mona smiled as kuzushi nuzzled his face into the pillow.

she covered the rest of his body with a blanket and she herself, began to yawn. "what a long day." mona mumbled, "time to get a well-deserved nap." she climbed into the bed, careless whether scaramouche would most probably kick her out of it once he got back.

scaramouche's bottom lip enveloped yours as both yours and his tongues swirled in the other's mouth. you felt one of his hands cup the side of your face, the other hand on your neck. you pulled away but his lips met yours just as quick, only sparing you a milisecond for a breath.

as soon as you two were finished, he lovingly caressed your cheek with a smile. "tonight truly was great, love." you whispered, brushing stray strands of hair past his face. scaramouche pecked a kiss on the corner of your lips, "you're welcome."

upon arriving at home and entering the bedroom, you had an instant cuteness overload, shaking scaramouche and crying, "just look at them, dear! they're so exhausted, my poor babies!" scaramouche looked up in thought for a moment, "babies?"

© scaralvr.

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOUR CHILD DOESN'T WANT TO SLEEP ON THEIR BED

ft. timeskip! bokuto koutaro, iwaizumi hajime, osamu miya, sawamura daichi, suna rintaro

note: female reader ‼️ you can say I have something for naked chests

•BOKUTO is getting ready for bed, finally some alone time with his precious baby mama, as he calls you. today you were reading to your lovely daughter her bedtime story, what bokuto didn't expect was that you were reading to her, on your own bed and not hers "little pumpkin, you should be sleeping in your bed" your kid rolls her eyes, you already tried to convince her of that "ugh! mommy and you are so alike! let me sleep here, after all mom is mine" bokuto gasps, he doesn't care if it's his child, he saw your first "don't go with the bold words missy, you're going to sleep in your bedroom, I didn't pay for that bed just for decoration you know" your kid looks at you with 'i don't care' eyes and replies him "you can sleep on my bed daddy, I assure you is very comfortable" before bokuto could start ugly crying, as if he was the child, you interrupt "look, you can sleep here tonight BUT mommy is sleeping on the middle, so both daddy and you can have a little" rolling her eyes, again, with a sigh she answers "I think I can manage that" bokuto gets into bed with the two of you, pulling you by your waist closer to him and before sleeping he murmurs a little "good doing business with you, little fuck— ducking demon, love you both so much tho"

•IWAIZUMI was already preparing his speech for the night, he knew your baby girl wouldn't go to sleep alone in her room, her pretty nice room there, for nothing; he needed a night with you, alone, craving all your attention just for him, maybe his gonna ask makki and mattsun for a little help "mommy!!!!! look at this, is so cool!" she is literally standing with two hand and only one leg up, iwa looks at you with an is that a good thing? expression "emh, uh— whao, you should show that to your gym teacher baby, do you want me to read you a bed time story, in your bed?" she starts jumping everywhere until she stops and plops herself on your chest "I think we should read it here, mommy would get so bored if not!" why? why does she always has an excuse? "but papa wants alone time with Mama, just this night, please baby, please" she looks at him, while getting under the cosy sheets with you "umh I'm very sleepy papa, good night" not again, he thinks, once your baby is asleep you say in a quite and calm voice "I'm sorry iwa, I want to be alone with you too" while getting his shirt off, he gets on bed and pecks your lips, something small but still so loving that makes your tummy full with butterflies, like a teen in love "it's okay, it's not your fault, I'm gonna text the boys tomorrow, I'm sure they would gladly watch her" you him, getting close to his chest while your daughter is on top of yours, his warm is something you couldn't find anywhere "I tell you this daily at this point iwa, but thank you, thanks for giving us her, thank you for being for us, just thank you, we love you" he pulls you even closer to him, if that even possible, his heart full of love, remembering all the memories with you, he didn't answer but the little gesture means everything to you

•OSAMU wanted to lay on top of you after a long day at work, your hand caressing his hair while he ranted about his day, what he didn't plan was you in your shared bed with your two boys already on top of your chest, sleeping soundly, he is so happy to see the three of you but what happened to the alone time with his wife? "samu, your staring, it's all okay" he pouts "what happened to ma alone time with mama? a wanted to be in yer chest too" you rolled you eyes and signaled him to come with you "they wanted to watch a movie and wait for you to say goodnight, but they fell asleep samu, I'm sorry" he smiled, he missed his two boys so much he couldn't be mad " it's 'kay baby, yer a great mama, am so proud of ma boys too" you looked at him with heart eyes, chest full of pride too "we are proud of you baby, this kids have the best papa out there" putting his bed clothes on the first thing he does is find a place in your neck to sleep "'samu your breath tickles, I don't want wake up the twins" he laughed and landed a kiss on you "good luck then, cause I'm going to sleep, good night"

•SUNA was already in bed with you, your child 'sleep' in her room, getting a little bold he started kissing your neck "yuck dada! don't kiss mommy like that in front of me" his grunt could be heard from the other side of town, of course he loved her daughter, but could he have you a little just for himself? like the old times? "let's take you to bed baby, again" her mouth open and brows raised "uh, dad I think you're not understanding, I'm here to have a sleepover" is she really a five year old kid? "but you always have sleepovers here" opening your eyes a little, you said to him in his ear "you already lost this rin, let her come here and we all can go to sleep" disappointed expression on his face, he wanted to be alone with you, it seems like he can't have you just for himself even a little bit "but—" you lay a little snack on his big shoulder "no buts, come here sweetie, let's go to sleep, give papa a goodnight kiss" she literally throws herself to him to give him a little peck in his nose, all feeling suna had was now replaced with love, the little kisses you and your daughter gave him we're addictive, he swears he can't go a day with out them "good night papa, I love you, you too Mom" rintaro's arms made his way to hold the two of you, he wanted to feel his daughter and wife safe, safe in his arms, safe with him "we love you too, good night angel"

•DAICHI loves you son, with all his heart, but he was such a mama's boy, he couldn't be a second without you and he loved the fact that he had such a loving family, but he wanted his alone time too "okay buddy to sleep we are— you know that's not your bedroom door" the kid looks at him with curiosity on his face "I know it's not! I'm gonna sleep with mama tonigth, you can sleep in my bed if you want!" his child wasnt only kicking him out of his own bedroom, but it was technically sending him to sleep in another room "haha very funny, com here let's go" the kid was running to your arms the moment he opened his father opened his mouth "mommy, daddy was being funny!" daichi sighs, his child really didn't take him seriously from time to time "I wasn't being funny, I was actually being serious" his son already lying beside you with his little teddy bear "yeah yeah, good night, love you both" looking up at daichi with soft eyes you tell him "take off your shirt, wanna sleep on my big chested husband tonight" he smirked and threw is shirt to the other side of the room, his feet carrying him next to you "yeah? you want that? is all yours then"