#wes hicks imagine

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Wes getting attacked (but living) and being comforted by gn reader

found this in the drafts, sorry it took so long </3

summary: above

includes: gn!reader, swearing, maybe some light angst?? (no mention of judy or her death idk pretend it doesn’t happen here if you want to)

word count: 1k

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

“Wes! Wes! I came as soon as I- Oh my God,”

It’s like seeing your boyfriend laying here all bandaged and bruise makes the situation sickeningly real instead of just some twisted nightmare. “Wes,” is all you can bring yourself to breathe out.

You think you’re going to be sick.

“Hey,” Wes croaks out, and God, he sounds so much worse than he looks - if that’s even possible. His skin is an eeriely translucent, and tubes jut out from his body from all sorts of unnatural angles. You can practically feel your heart sink to the floor.

“Oh my God,” you repeat once more, stumbling over to his side. You know you should do more - offer your boyfriend some stupid semblance of comfort and security, but you need a minute to pull yourself together - for both of your sakes. Wes wasn’t exactly frail, and the idea that one day you might see him this vulnerable, this bare, hadn’t ever crossed your mind.

You reach out to cup his face, running a finger over his cheek tentatively. It’s one of the only places you can touch, one of the only that isn’t dressed or stitched up somehow. Wes leans into the touch as his eyes flicker closed, letting out a pained sigh.

“What happened?” You urge, voice barely above a whisper. It can’t be any worst than the nightmarish images you’ve conjured up in your mind - visions of your boyfriend screaming for help, a knife tearing through his beautiful skin like paper as he bleeds out all alone.

“Fucking Ghostface,” he breathes out, attempting a hollow laugh but wincing when the effort is evidently too painful for him. “He got in the house, took me by surprise. I tried to fight him off but he was stronger than me. I coul- I couldn’t-“

Telltale tears well in his eyes, and you notice the way he attempts to rapidly blink them away.

“Hey, it’s okay. I got you.” You clasp his fingers in yours as you press a soft kiss to his temple, and that’s all it takes for Wes to burst into tears. You don’t push him to speak or even stop crying; you simply sit besides him, grasping onto his hand as if it’s a lifeline. God, you feel so damn useless, but what is there for you to do? What do you say to your boyfriend who almost got stabbed to death? How do you even start to fix this?

The two of you sit like that for a while - Wes shaking from the effort of his tears, your hands still interlocked. You can’t help but think just how close you were to loosing him- loosing all of this. How you’d never see that stupid grin and bleach blonde hair ever again. How you’d be forced to live, expected to go on in darkness after the blinding light that was Wes had flickered out. It’s enough to make you want to scream.

But you can’t. Not now. And not in front of Wes.

“I’m sorry,” he says, low and strained. His red eyes meet yours, and all of a sudden, you’re angry. Angrier than you think you’ve ever felt before. Not at Wes - never at Wes - but just at how damn unfair this all is. Why was Wes - your Wes- falling apart and barely alive when the monster who did this to him was still out there? How was it fair that he feels like he has to apologise for you for daring to cry about almost dying?

“No,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. Your ire must seep deep into your tone though, because Wes glances back up at you before turning his head away once more. Gently, you turn his chin so his eyes are back on you, and you repeat yourself again - this time, much more softly.

“No. Don’t you dare apologise, you hear me? You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. And I’m not angry at you, baby. It’s just-“ you sigh before you speak again. “It’s just that… I hate whoever did this to you. When we find out who it is, I swear, I’m gonna fucking kill them myself. “

Wes smiles. “Didn’t know I had my own personal bodyguard.” The fact that he still has the ability to crack jokes after all that’s happened, you realise, makes you want to smile and sob - preferably at the same time. Wes really is the most resilient person you know, but goddamn it, he shouldn’t have to be.

“I wish I was your body guard,” you reply, lips quirked upwards. “Then I could be with you all the time. Means you wouldn’t have been by yourself when it happened.”

At that, Wes’s gaze snaps up, all traces of his grin gone in an instant. “And have you lying here next to me - fuck, instead of me? Have you dead? No way in hell.” His tone leaves no room for argument, so you you simply keep quiet. Neither you nor Wes speak, the two of you presumably both lost in your own racing thoughts. It strangely borders on comfortable, and more importantly, it’s enough.

After a while, you shuffle closer to your boyfriend, carefully resting your head in the crook of his neck as he places his head on top of yours. It’s the best thing you can think of right now - you can’t wrap Wes up and tell him everything’s okay because it’s not. None of this is okay.

“I love you,” you murmur into the silence, because you need Wes to know. Need him to know how grateful you are to have him, how grateful you are that he’s alive. Because honestly? You have no idea what you’d do without him - you dread to even think. “And I’ll be here for you every single step of the way. Promise.” You hold out your pinky with the last word - it’s childish, you know that, but after everything, maybe that’s exactly what you need right now.

“Love you too,” he echoes, interlocking his finger with yours before squeezing it tight. “More than you’ll ever know.”

[ultrone]

💬 ꉂ ┈ scream characters' texts.

includes. chad, amber, wes, tara, sam, and ethan

part two

[poeticallyspiteful]

someone talk to me about dewey riley, randy meeks, wes hicks, and ethan landry!! scream is my comfort franchise right now and i am clawing at the bars of my enclosure for these men, gimme all of your thoughts and i will write a blurb PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🥺💗

[marrziy]

Wes Hicks x Male Reader

"O que acontece à meia-noite?"

• Filme: Pânico 5

• Personagem: Wes Hicks

• Gênero: hot (smut)

• Sinopse: Wes, seu namorado, lhe convida para passar a noite na casa dele. Essa é a oportunidade perfeita para finalmente avançarem um passo no relacionamento.

• Narração: 1° pessoa - presente

• Palavras: 1.3k

Esse é o primeiro hot que eu escrevi. É uma história pré histórica, lá dos primórdios onde eu não sabia diferenciar os porquês kkkkk. Corrigi e modifiquei algumas coisas, acho que dá pra passar!

Qualquer um que já esteve viciado em ver vídeos sobre casos criminais no YouTube, acompanhou threads duvidosas no Twitter sobre os feitos de um serial killer, foi traumatizado por algum documentário do Discovery Channel ou assistiu às desgraças anunciadas em um jornal, sabe que é arriscado andar sozinho nas ruas à noite.

Em Woodsboro, estar em alerta vira mantra para os moradores quando, entre pausas de paz, surgem anticristos mascarados com sede de sangue, ansiosos para matar algum parente ou namorada por motivos estúpidos. Sobra para gente inocente, que leva lambida de faca porque os putos têm um jeitinho criminoso de se divertir.

Acontece que eu tenho menos chances de tomar no rego se estiver acompanhado do gostoso do meu namorado.

Na verdade, as chances de tomar no rego aumentam nesse caso - no bom sentido.

Meu pai só chega do trabalho de manhã, já a mãe do meu gatinho pegou o turno da noite na delegacia. Então...

Wes fez um puta textão listando todos os 13 porquês de eu ter que vir aqui passar a madrugada com ele. Confesso, tive sim um mini surto lendo aquilo, principalmente na quinta colocação. Eu não poderia recusar uma maratona de The Office com o meu namorado!

Mas porra… não consigo focar na tv com uma mão veiuda passeando pela minha coxa. Meu colapso é anunciado quando o movimento para e dá lugar a apertos, tão fortes que esbranquecem a pele, fazendo a cor voltar em tons vibrantes de vermelho.

As cenas icônicas que sempre me pegam, agora não passam de borrão. Todos os meus sentidos estão direcionados às veias destacadas daquela mão, cada vez mais próxima da minha virilha.

É bem óbvio o que ele quer, as intenções são cristalinas, transparentes. Mas nunca fomos tão longe. Fico estático por um tempo, absorvendo e digerindo.

Um raspar de dentes na nuca, seguido de um beijo na mesma região, bem na área dos arrepios, desperta meu corpo do transe.

Wes não é meu primeiro; já transei com outros caras, mas nunca com um namorado. Não quero que seja especial; quero que seja gostoso. Não ligo para as besteiras vendidas por comédias românticas.

Perdão senhora Hicks, juro que não deixo nada manchar suas almofadas!

Me acomodo em seu colo e entrelaço meus dedos em seus fios claros, empurrando sua cabeça para trás e deixando seu pescoço vulnerável. Dou início a uma série de chupões e mordidas que marcam a pele, me prolongando no pomo-de-adão, pois sei que ali é uma área sensível.

— Não sabia que você tinha um lado tão safado. – Wes sussurra com a voz embolada. Suas mãos atravessam vagarosamente o tecido da minha calça. Entre o pano e a carne, suas palmas procuram algo para apertar.

Seus dedos afundam na minha bunda e torna-se impossível controlar os suspiros. O toque é intenso; só consigo pensar nos vergões que vão surgir quando ele passa a arranhar as bandas.

— Eu gostei pra caralho... Por favor, não para! – choramingo, me esforçando para não gaguejar.

Olhando para baixo, vejo o sorriso cafajeste enfeitando seu rosto, o deixando ainda mais atraente.

Paro de brincar com seu pescoço e libero uma das mãos que segurava seu cabelo, mantendo a outra ainda firme nas madeixas e trazendo sua cabeça de volta à linha reta. Dou-lhe um breve selinho antes de levar meus dedos livres até seus lábios.

Aos poucos, desço meu toque, deslizando o indicador por sua garganta, acariciando os ossos ressaltados da clavícula, apertando seu peitoral, beliscando seus mamilos, tudo ao som gostoso de seus gemidos.

Próximo àquele lugar, começo a esfregar a ponta dos dedos entre o cós do seu short e a pele quente que ele aprisiona. Sinto o aperto na minha região traseira intensificar, confirmando que estou fazendo certo.

Encerro as carícias em seu couro cabeludo, puxando novamente os fios dourados para trás. Wes parece atiçado. Consigo notar os efeitos quando ele abre mais as pernas, movendo o quadril para cima, buscando atrito na região necessitada.

Nunca senti um pau tão detalhadamente - pelo menos não com ele ainda coberto. Wes não está usando cueca, tenho certeza disso desde o momento em que ele me atendeu em sua varanda. Estava marcando, mas eu não quis dizer nada. O pano fino do short ajudava bastante, ou atrapalhava, dependendo do ponto de vista.

Minha visão frontal captura um relógio fixo na parede. No ritmo do tic-tac, Wes move os quadris com mais violência. Suas mãos, agora agarrando minha cintura com força desmedida, deixam marcas vermelhas com potencial para se tornarem roxas. Eu não faço tanta questão, afinal, estou puxando seu cabelo e mordendo seu corpo com tanta agressividade, que não duvidaria caso outro fluído pintasse nossos corpos além de suor e porra.

Decido me unir aos seus movimentos desesperados. Rebolando sobre o corpo abaixo de mim, sinto mais do pau pulsando no short cinza.

Nossos lábios finalmente se unem e começa a colisão de gemidos mais deliciosa da qual já participei. A voz rouca de Wes desce pela minha garganta; ele saboreia meus murmúrios manhosos.

A união das bocas é interrompida e o ritmo se encerra. A única coisa que prevalece é o tesão inexplicável que sentimos um pelo outro.

Sinto que vou explodir!

Abaixo o olhar, e creio que foi esse o objetivo de Wes ao retroceder o frenesi.

Me deparo com seu pau liberto. Ele havia abaixado o short e agora exibe tudo, tudinho mesmo! O coleguinha ultrapassa o umbigo, mas apesar do tamanho intimidador, o que realmente impressiona é a grossura.

Se eu já não fosse um cara arrombado, estaria com um puta medo de sentar nessa coisa.

Da cabecinha escorre o líquido espesso. A vermelhidão, junto das veias saltadas e o latejar descontrolado, deixam claro o quanto aquele cacete precisa de atenção.

— Gosta do que vê? – Wes bota as duas mãos atrás da cabeça, adotando uma pose mais folgada, se é que era possível. — Garanto que tocar é mais gostoso.

— Filho da puta… – tiro minha calça em uma velocidade desumana, desafiando a lógica ao fazer isso sem mudar de posição. Wes permanece com o short no meio das coxas, sem a presença da camiseta. Acabo por continuar com a parte de cima por pressa.

A sogrinha não disse a hora que vai voltar. O nosso tempo é incerto.

Me ajoelho com uma perna de cada lado do quadril do loirinho, com meu corpo curvado para frente.

Agarro a ereção abaixo de mim.

Sentindo meu toque em seu pau, Wes suspira pesadamente, próximo do meu ouvido, fazendo com que arrepios serpenteiem pelo meu corpo. Desço vagarosamente, sendo impulsionado pela pressão das palmas dele na minha cintura. Wes está ansioso para se aliviar, sua peça negligenciada chora de vontade.

— Vou fazer muito mais do que apenas tocar.

Com a visão fixa no relógio, consigo ter noção da hora em que cada borboleta bate as asas no meu estômago. À meia-noite, sou abraçado pelo calor interno, sinto a umidez e o fervor de ser invadido lentamente. Meia-noite e um, decidi engoli-lo de uma vez, chocando nossas peles com um estalo. Em um misto inexplicável de dor e prazer, sinto cada um dos 22 centímetros dentro de mim, me preenchendo por completo, sem deixar espaço vazio no meu interior faminto. Paro apenas quando sinto as bolas de Wes pressionando minha bunda, porque, tratando-se dele, minha gula segue os instintos e só se satisfaz ao ter tudo.

No fundo, vindo da tv, a abertura de The Office ilumina nossos corpos suados.

E assim seguiu até a metade da temporada.

[mrs-meeks-martin]

Ꮤ𐌄𐌋𐌂Ꝋ𐌌𐌄 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌌𐌓𐌔 𐌌𐌄𐌄𐌊𐌔’ 𐌔𐌋𐌀𐌵Ᏽ𐋅𐌕𐌄𐌓𐋅Ꝋ𐌵𐌔𐌄 …

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ?

✧.* 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 -

𐌓𐌄𐌃 = 𐌔𐌌𐌵𐌕

a/n: red and white = smut + fluff and(or) angst

ty to @anitalenia for the dividers!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓 :

𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖙.

𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉.

coming soon…

𝖎’𝖒 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖞.

𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖔 - 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

part 1.

𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖞 :

𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓.

part 1. part 2. part 3.

𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 - 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘.

intro. prequel. part 1.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊!

𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖍𝖈𝖘.

𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘… ༉‧₊˚.

nothing yet…

「 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌… 」

nothing yet…

[isa-ah]

ok i narrowed it down

[slashersweethearts]

every time i ponder the meliwes orb i get a little emo out of guilt. i am so sorry white boy wes n i say this as melina’s #1 defender she did NOT deserve that boy 😭

[sunnyie-eve]

Original Final Act(pt.3)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1519

Warnings: language, knife, gun, attacks, mention of death, death,

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As Lexi leaves with Tara and Sam, Tara can't find her inhaler and said there was an extra one at Ambers so they had to make a pit stop there.

"Yes, a killer on the loose and Amber throws a house party at Stu's house where the original final attacks happen." Lexi helps Tara out of the car looking at Amber's house.

Amber ends up kicking everyone out and Lexi finds Mindy who hugs her, "I'm so sorry." She tells her.

"Thanks." She said and Liv joins sitting down pissed off.

"Liv, where's my brother?" Mindy asks.

"What? I don't know, Mindy. Probably off accusing everyone of being the killer except Lexi. Because apparently, you are the only person he's 100% cleared. Not even his own girlfriend." Liv huffs.

"Well, I wouldn't kill my mom and brother. So fuck you." Lexi gets up going off alone hoping the killer will find her and kill her. She just wanted to be with her family again.

As she walks alone she hears a slight quiet groan and sees a body in the distance, "Oh my god, Chad!" She runs over seeing he was stabbed a lot. "Fuck. You're going to be okay. I'll call for help." She reaches for her phone but it wasn't in her pocket. "I have to go get help. Don't leave me too please." She gets up running inside and sees Ghostface going to attack Mindy.

"Hey!" She throws a lamp at him and he goes after her and gets a stab in but then Sam rushes in making him run off. "I'll be okay. Mindy! I found Chad outside. He's hurt bad." She tells Sam as they bend down to Mindy.

"What did you guys do to her?" Amber screams coming in with Tara.

"Ghostface attacked her and stabbed me. Sam didn't do shit."

"What the fuck?" Richie shows up saying he went to the basement to get beer before Liv comes rushing in.

"I was with Tara so one of you is the fucking killer!" Amber shouts.

"Why is there blood on your hands?" Sam asks Liv.

"I found Chad." She cries.

"You're fucking lying." Amber tells her.

"No, I found him and ran inside to see Mindy getting attacked. She's not lying, Amber." Lexi tells her holding where she was stabbed.

"Maybe you're both the killer." Richie says.

"Fuck you, Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!" Liv says through her teeth.

"I know." Amber shoots her in the head. Making Richie grab Sam to run and Lexi runs off hiding.

"Anyone hiding killer or not you have five seconds to show yourself!" Sidney shouts out making Lexi grab something to protect herself leaving the closet.

"Sidney." She quietly calls out.

"Lexi."

"I kinda don't wanna get shot too." She says putting pressure on her stab wound.

"Get something to protect yourself." She heads off getting the call from Ghostface while Lexi rushes to the kitchen finding a knife then goes over to check if Mindy still had a pulse.

"Mindy, come on. You have to push through too. I can't lose you or Chad too." Lexi begs her and takes her phone calling for help before ending the call for her safety as she hears commotion going on.

She gets up to go help but she hears Richie was the second killer so she stays out of sight. There was no way she could rush in to help when one of them had a gun. She would get shot right away like Liv did. She watches Amber go outside to get Gale so she moves to hide somewhere else while she listens to Richie talking about his motive since Stab movies suck since the first one.

"Where's Lexi?" Amber asks Richie before she goes to get Tara out of the closet.

"You didn't find her?" Richie asks.

"No, I took care of Tara and you ran off with Sam. So where did she go?" Amber gets pissed.

"Fuck."

"Yeah, she could be long gone by now and called the police." Sydney says through the pain after being stabbed.

"Fuck!" Amber goes to get Tara who was no longer in the closet tied up.

Tara and Lexi bump into each carefully moving around to his and hide together as Amber looks for the both of them. When Amber gets close Tara beats Amber with one of her crutches so Lexi helps do the same with the other.

Amber was able to get up by kicking so while she fights Tara throwing her around Lexi stabs Amber in the back making her scream out.

"You fucking bitch!" She turns to her fighting for the knife.

"Fuck you!" Lexi stabs her in the left hand as Amber reaches for her.

"Got a lot more fight than your bitch mother. Richie said Wes was weak too." Amber laughs making Lexi really mad.

"FUCKING BITCH!" Lexi tackles her and gets a few more stabs in hitting Amber in the side, arm, and back again.

Amber knocks the knife out of her and crawls for it then stabs Lexi where she was already stabbed by Richie. She wanted to stab her more times but hears Richie in trouble so she leaves like she wasn't stabbed four times.

Lexi groans on the ground bleeding a little more out but she gets up and goes to see Richie's dead body and watches Sam shoot him twice with Sydney and Gale next to her. Amber then comes charging screaming with a knife before Tara shoots her in the head.

"Good shot." Lexi nods her head as Sam and Tara hug making her start to tear up because she had no family. Amber killed her mother and Richie killed her brother. She had no father and there were no close family members that kept in contact.

"Lex." Tara hobbles over to her hugging her knowing why she was tearing up.

"You know I called Richie because he wore plaid." Lexi laughs, "Most killers wore plaid."

When help finally arrived Mindy, Chad, Lexi, and Tara had an ambulance ride to the hospital. They all go to the same one and Chad and Mindy shared a room while Tara and Lexi shared one.

"Lexi, you know you can still stay with us right?" Sam says looking over at her in her hospital bed.

"I don't want to intrude."

"You won't be. You're Tara's best friend and we want you to. I wanna help look after you too. You were like another sister when I babysat you because you never left Tara's side." Sam explains to her.

"Lexi, please stay with us." Tara looks at her as well.

"Thank you."

-

After everything Tara, Lexi, Mindy, and Chad went back to school getting closer to graduation. The plan for after high was for them all to try to get into the same college together out of state. To get away from Woodsboro.

"Did you get your letter yet?" Chad rushes over to Lexi sitting at the picnic table.

She shows him the letter, "I'm scared to open it."

"Let's open them together." He takes a seat next to her, "Count down"

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three,"

They both open and read their own letter seeing they got in, "You in?" Chad looks at her smiling.

"Yep." She smiles so they hug each other.

"I know your mom is proud of you, Lex. You're strong."

"Not really. Every night at 3 o'clock in the morning I cry because I won't be seen by anyone. It's unfair how everyone still has their sibling but me and I lost my mom as well. I'm living with Sam and Tara because I have no family. It's hell seeing you and Mindy together and then Tara and Sam. I'm always reminded they're gone." Lexi cries to him so he pulls her into his side comforting her.

"I know it's not fair. Life isn't fair sadly. I always notice when you think about them no matter how hard you try not to show it. Every time that happens I wish I could replace myself with one of them." He rubs her arm.

"No, don't wish that for me because I don't wanna lose you too." She leans back to look at him, "I mean just because we slightly drifted apart and had our little moments doesn't mean I would be less sad if you were killed."

Chad just stares at her before kissing the top of her head. The damn reason he started acting different in the past was because his feelings for her changed and it scared him. She was supposed to be his best friend and not see her as anything different. So he pushed her away some flirting with other girls and then got with Liv hoping the feeling would go away but they never did.

"Did y'all open your letters!" Mindy walks over with Tara.

"Yeah!" They both shout out.

"We were all supposed to do it together you assholes." Mindy glares at them.

"Sorry."

The other two open theirs and they made it in too so they all celebrate together.

[zivazivc]

Goodbye Rock Kingdom...

This is my idea for what specifically the far north-west region of the Rock Kingdom looks like, the part bordering the forested colorful Pop territory, and known as the backwater, hick part of the country. It's very scarcely populated with mainly woolly caterpillar farms and small settlements, and it's where Les and Hed are from.

While the center of the kingdom is a large active volcano which doesn't lend itself to most plant life, I imagine there's more and more the further away you travel from it. My main inspiration for this part of the country were the tundra biome and the Scottish highlands — with the ground mostly being covered in rock and a thin layer of soil and flora: mostly low growing vegetation like lichen, moss and herbs, and nothing taller than subshrubs such as heather and berry bushes. Actual shrubs and trees start to show up only when you start to near the Pop Forest.

The nature is mostly in various shades of reds, browns, grays, and earthy greens, basically the colors Rock Trolls come in, since my headcanon is that their colors are like camouflage in their natural environment. (I don't think Rock Trolls can change the color of their hair the way we see Pop Trolls do in the first movie.)

And their shaggy hair textures are supposed to resemble the environment too. With all the lichen and other rough and patchy textures, I was also trying to bring out a bit of a "grunge" effect. Though I feel like this part didn't come out in the illustrations the way I wanted it to. ':)

Overall I imagine it being a very pretty place, with open skies and amazing views, the downside is the close-mindedness of the trolls living there and the fact that there's not much going on.

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Headcanons for wes as a boyfriend?

ofc!! also got a request asking for the same thing with gender neutral reader so I’m just combining them together :)

these aren’t the best but I tried lol

|| WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: none, just fluff

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- you probably had to make the first real move - wes liked you too much and didn’t want to screw up his chance with you.

- definitely a horrible flirt but honestly? you kind of love that about him. sometimes his flirting or corny pick up lines are so bad that they’re kinda good, which you find super endearing

- his mother taught him from a very young age that the world can be dangerous which means he’s very protective of you

- like he reminds you to lock your back door before you hang up after an evening call just so you don’t forget, because if not he’ll worry about you and your safety

- again, will make you call him when you get home or insist on dropping you himself even if he lives in the complete opposite direction to you

- wes doesn’t mind going out for dinner for a date but I think he would prefer something more intimate and low-key - maybe watching a movie huddles together on the sofa or maybe going to a small, cosy diner compared to a high-end restaurant

- he would come back with gifts for you that he knows that you’ll love more often that not. he tries to play it off and say that he was in the store anyway and just happened to walk by the gift and thought of you, but he definitely went out of his way to get it because he thought it would make you happy

- he’s an overthinker. sometimes you might send a text and sound slightly off or slightly mad and he’ll stay up thinking about it and if he’s done anything wrong

- he takes a lot of pictures of you. whether you’re just sitting, completely engrossed in whatever it is that you’re doing or whether you’re mid-laugh because of some stupid joke he told you, he can’t help himself because he thinks you look so cute!! one of them is definitely his home screen

- he’s watched his mom cook a bunch of times but that doesn’t mean he’s any good at making food himself </3 he’ll try and make you dinner and desert occasionally but one time he messed up so badly he had to cave and order take out instead. you never let him forget it and lovingly tease him about it whenever you got the chance

- when you hang out with your group of friends, you’ll often catch him staring at you like you’re the most beautiful constellation in the sky. when you first started dating he tried to be smooth about it, but after a while he stopped caring and didn’t care if you saw

- very proud to be with you and actively wants everybody to know that you’re his girlfriend - probably talks about you a lot too

- likes psychical touch - especially when you initiate it. if you’re walking together and you grab his hand in a busy crowd, it never fails to make his heart skip a beat - no matter how long you’ve been together. he isn’t really big on extreme pda but loves to be as close to you as possible when it’s just the two of you.

- he’ll also let you borrow or steal his clothes constantly. you’re cold? here, take his hoodie, he’s sweating anyway. you like his shirt? he never liked it anyway and it looks better on you than it ever did on him. he finds it super attractive when you walk into school wearing one of his tops or go to sleep in a pair of his sweatpants

- he loves to share his interests with you - he’ll try and get you to listen to his favourite band or watch his all - time favourite movie so he can talk about it with you (but he would definitely quote all the iconic lines the whole way through or occasionally recreate full on scenes)

- strangely into vinyls and CDs. he has a bunch of them in his room and anytime anybody asks him why he doesn’t just stream music she’ll just send them a death glare and go on a rant about how playing it traditionally is better. he 100% stocked up on records from your favourite artist after you started dating and plays it when he’s sad - it makes him think of you.

- he’s honestly just a huge closeted nerd tbh

- can also play an instrument- he learned when he was a kid and when you found out, you essentially forced him to play for you. he’s not a professional or anything, but he’ll play you songs because he knows you love it

- isn’t a very confrontational person so he tries to ignore arguments altogether. he knows when he messes up and even if it hurts his pride, he’ll apologise because the last thing he wants is to loose you

- if his mom didn’t accept you at first (due to her thinking nobody was truly good enough for her son), he would stand by you and not budge until she realised she was wrong and that wes was happier than ever

- “wes, I don’t want to get between you and your mom, I-“

“no! I’m dating you and she’s gonna get over it whether she likes it or not. I’m not leaving you to make her happy, okay?”

- it honestly warms your heart that he’ll stand up for you like that tbh

- lets you dye his hair if he needs a touch up, even if he’ll be talking the whole time and checking you out in the mirror to make sure you’re doing it right

- honestly just the best bf in general <33



[ultrone]

👩🏻‍💻 ♰ ┈ things the scream characters would tweet.

includes. amber, chad, mindy, liv, wes, ethan, and tara.

n/a. got the templates from pinterest. imma post more later cuz tumblr said i can only add 10 images per post and i got more left 🙄 but still lmk if y’all want me to make more stuff like this, it was fun 🤭

[vigilante-3073]

Can you please write an imagine in which reader is pregnant with her and house’ kid and something happens and she collapses and gets sent home to bed rest. Perhaps house isn’t there initially, like maybe they work in different departments and he’s with a high priority case and Cuddy isn’t releasing him and then Wilson tells him what’s going on

Bedrest & Complicated Cases

Gregory House x Pregnant Female Doctor Reader

Summary: Y/N is six months pregnant and experiences a complication. House is dealing with a delicate case and Cuddy chooses not to inform him.

TW: Mentions of medical terms/conditions, lying, brief mention of politics/dictatorship.

Y/N worked on patient files quietly in her office after a long day of seeing patients. She shifted in her seat as an uncomfortable sensation began to appear in her stomach and lower back. Y/N took a breath, smoothing a hand over her bump as she waited for it to pass.

Braxton hicks contractions were common, especially as the pregnancy progressed but this felt different. The pain was constant, it felt like her muscles were being torn apart. Y/N stood up from her seat with a grimace, she moved around her desk with a hand on her belly.

Y/N paused, crying out in pain as blood began to soak into the material of her pants. Y/N's hand shot out to her desk, it landed on a pile of stacked files that slipped out from under her palm. Y/N fell, her head collided with the edge of the desk as she landed on the floor.

Y/N had lost consciousness and no one had any idea that she was injured. House was working on a complicated case, Cuddy was supervising him and Wilson was with his patients.

No one had any idea how long she had been on the floor when Wilson finally found her. Y/N was admitted right away and her obstetrician was notified.

Y/N had a partial placental abruption, she lost quite a bit of blood and was having contractions. They were able to get her on a drug called magnesium sulfate in an attempt to stop her labor.

The contractions began to slow, but there was still the potential for an early birth. Y/N was given a blood transfusion and corticosteroids to speed up the baby's lung development.

Wilson stayed by her side throughout everything, "Where is House?" Y/N asked softly. She was weak and exhausted with a possible concussion.

"He's on a case," Wilson said. A pit was beginning to form in his stomach as she looked over at him with a terrified expression.

"Does he know?" She asked.

"Not yet, no," Wilson replied.

Y/N looked down at her bump, hand settling on her skin as she took a shaky breath. Wilson watched her eyes begin to fill with tears as she struggled to keep herself from crying.

"I-I'll go get him," Wilson said, standing up from his seat beside her bed.

"Wait, I don't want to be alone," Y/N mumbled.

"Whatever you need," He nodded, sitting back down.

Wilson pulled out his phone and sent a message to Cuddy.

'She needs him.' He typed.

Cuddy's reply was almost instant, 'How bad is it?' She'd asked.

'Partial abruption, stage two. They were able to stop contractions but are monitoring the baby for distress. She's on magnesium sulfate and corticosteroids but she also needed a transfusion,' Wilson typed back.

'Stay with her. We need him on this case.' She replied, leaving no room for argument

Wilson grimaced before tucking his phone into his pocket, "What's wrong? Is he not coming?" Y/N questioned.

"He's held up with something," Wilson said.

Y/N nodded, fingers brushing lightly across her bump as she sniffled softly.

"I'm sorry," Wilson said.

"It's fine," Y/N said shakily, brushing away a tear with trembling hands.

Wilson couldn't stand to see her upset, the idea of keeping this information from House was eating him up inside. The case that House was dealing with was important, but the life of his wife and child should be more important.

The case was proving to be difficult for the team, their patient was President Dibala and he was an African dictator. Hundreds of thousands of people would lose their lives if he was cured and the ethical dilemma complicated things.

House was able to compartmentalize easily, but Cameron's strong opinions and moral compass made her one of the worst people to be treating the president. Chase tried to keep her in check, but she was struggling to maintain her objectivity.

The last thing Wilson heard was that there was an assassination attempt against Dibala. He could understand why Cuddy wanted House to stay on the case and remain focused, but it still made him uncomfortable.

Wilson stayed by Y/N's side until she eventually fell asleep and he was able to step away. Wilson went straight to House's office, he lingered by the door as they went through another differential.

House noticed him and dismissed his team members, they filed out of the conference room and made their way back to the patient's room.

"House, I need to talk to you," Wilson said.

"I'm in the middle of something, it can wait," House stated, staring at the whiteboard.

"No, it can't... It's Y/N," Wilson said.

House looked over at him, "What happened?" He questioned.

...

Y/N opened her eyes, grimacing as her head pounded under the harsh fluorescent lights. She closed her eyes, hoping that the throbbing in her temples would resolve itself.

"Where does it hurt?" Someone asked.

Y/N opened her eyes, looking over to find House sitting at her bedside. His eyes ran over her body before glancing up at the machines that were keeping track of her and the baby's vitals.

"My head," Y/N mumbled.

"You have a concussion. It's gonna hurt," House stated.

He stood up from his seat, grabbing his cane and moving over to the door. He shut off the lights in the room before returning to his chair.

"Where were you?" Y/N asked.

"Doesn't matter, I'm here now," He said.

Y/N settled back against the pillows, her hands rested on bump as she looked down at herself.

"Is she moving?" House asked, Y/N nodded.

"I was scared that I was going to lose her... The pain was terrible and there was so much blood," She said shakily.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, but she's okay and you're okay," House stated.

"The doctor put me on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy," Y/N said.

"I figured," He nodded.

"How are we going to do this, Greg?" Y/N questioned, already sounding defeated.

"We'll figure it out. I'll reduce my hours and we can hire someone to help around the house in the meantime," House said.

Y/N took a breath, "Don't worry," House stated.

"I'm not," Y/N replied.

"Your heart rate says otherwise," House said, glancing up at the vitals machine.

Y/N smiled slightly, "Well, I'm trying not to worry," She said.

House stayed by her side overnight, his case was overly complicated and resulted in the death of President Dibala. Cuddy was right to encourage House to maintain his focus on the case but it was an impossible situation.

The circumstances surrounding Dibala's death were murky, but House couldn't bring himself to care. It was true that the president was a bad person and his ideas would damage an entire population, but it was still a black mark on his record.

House's significant other and their child needed to take priority.

...

Y/N had been on bedrest for three weeks and she was absolutely miserable. She read every book she had intended to and watched all the trash television that she could stomach.

House did as he promised and limited his hours, during difficult cases he asked Wilson to check up on her. Wilson had been a vital part of their support system in the last few weeks.

Wilson helped them to assemble the furniture for the nursery and finish painting the walls. He cooked for Y/N when House wasn't able to and had just been an incredible help during this time.

Y/N was incredibly bored, but Wilson did everything he could to keep her spirits up. He knew that it must have been awful to be trapped in the house for such a long period of time.

He never came to their home empty-handed, he always brought snacks, gifts or flowers for Y/N. House appreciated his friend's kindness and let Wilson know that their door was always open to him.

House made his way into the apartment, tossing his keys into the dish and shrugging off his coat. House laid it over the back of the couch, pushing the door shut with his cane and making his way down the hallway to the bedroom.

Wilson sat in the chair beside the bed as Y/N sat with her back against the headboard. A laundry basket of various baby items sat on the bed beside her.

Y/N folded the items and set them in a stack on the bed next to her. Wilson folded the items in his own basket, gaze focused on the television.

"She did not sleep with his best friend, did she?" Wilson asked, not daring to pull his eyes away from the screen.

"Oh yeah, they've been sleeping together for at least two seasons in secret," Y/N said.

"No way. The cameras follow them everywhere, how could they find the time?" He questioned.

Y/N shrugged, "They stay up until four in the morning and sleep until two. They start every day with a pilates class and spend hours binge drinking while arguing. All they have is time," She said, folding a fluffy pink blanket.

"Sorry to interrupt your little watch party, but I'm home," House said.

"We're one episode away from the tell all, you have to let us finish the season," Wilson stated, folding up a baby onsie.

"My god, what happened to you?" House muttered, kicking off his shoes and laying down in the bed beside his wife.

"This is the best show to ever be invented," Wilson said, gesturing to the television.

"Sure it is. Wake up me up when it's over," House said, crossing his arms and settling back into the pillows as he closed his eyes.

Things had been complicated, but they were figuring it out and taking things one day at a time. The baby was growing and Y/N hadn't had any bleeding since that first incident.

She had a magnificent support system around her and she leaned on them in her time of need.

House may not have been everyone's favorite person, but Y/N was. She had always been kind and everyone who met her loved her.

It was shocking that he was the one she wound up falling in love with but you can't help it sometimes. House loved her and he was grateful that her and the baby were alright.

[shivroygirls]

can i just say something? at this party here there are maybe 40 of the most important people in america and you have just walked all around, all evening, telling them all that i'm gonna get fired. no, it was implied, lightly, as a little... god! part of a tactical kind of joke. will you explain to me, the joke? because i don't get the fucking joke. MY GOD, TOM! i don't get the joke, i don't get the joke. it was something that he said, that isn't true, that we needed to say. but you stood by his side, and he said it, and you were like "okay, well, that sounds good to me." fuck's sake, i'm not doing this right now. you know i'm in serious trouble, that was a play. you will be okay because you are a tough fucking bitch who will always survive because you do what you need, you will do what — are you even listening? i will be okay? — you will do whatever you need. yeah? really? yeah, you sure you're not projecting, because that is actually you. should we have a real conversation? with a scorpion? no. that was a friendly thing. that was a friendly thing. yeah. sure. real friendly. yeah, no, i'm a scorpion, you're a hyena, you're a... you're a street rat. actually, no, you're a fucking snake. "here's a dead snake to wear as a necktie, tom", "why aren't you laughing?" (pause) i wonder if we shouldn't clear the air. yeah? yeah. sure. i think you can be a very selfish person and i think you find it very hard to think about me — what the fuck? — and i think you shouldn't have even married me, actually. what the fuck? what the ACTUAL fuck? you proposed to me. you proposed at my lowest fucking ebb. my dad was dying, what was i supposed to say? perhaps "no"? i didn't want to hurt your feelings. thanks! thanks for that! yeah, you really kept me safe while you ran off to fuck the phone book. fuck off. you're hick — and then, and then.. — conservative hick — you hid it, you hid it because you were so scared of how fucking awful you are. you were only with me to get to power. you got it now, tom, you've got it! I'M WITH YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! bullshit, you're fucking me for my DNA, you were fucking me for a fucking ladder because your whole family is striving and parochial. that's not... thats not a fair characterization. no? well, your mom loves me more than she loves you, because she's cracked. you want to... you want to actually clear the air? fine. you betrayed me. YOU WERE GOING TO SEE ME SENT TO FUCKING PRISON, SHIV! AND THEN YOU FOBBED ME OFF WITH THAT FUCKING UNDRINKABLE WINE AND YOU WON'T HAVE MY BABY BECAUSE YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT, HONESTLY, THAT YOUD BE WITH ME MORE THAN FOUR FUCKING YEARS, I DON'T THINK! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL BECAUSE YOU'RE SERVILE! you're just... YOU'RE SERVILE! YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF THINKING ABOUT ANYBODY OTHER THAN YOURSELF BECAUSE YOUR SENSE OF WHO YOU ARE, SHIV, IS THAT FUCKING THIN! oh yeah you read that in a book, tom? YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TRANSPARENT TO FIND THAT IN A BOOK! you're pathetic, you're pathetic. youre a masochist and you can't even take it. i think you are incapable of love, and i think you are maybe not a good person to have children! well, that's not very nice to say, is it? i'm sorry. i'm sorry, but you... you... you have hurt me more than you can possibly imagine. and you, you took away the last six months i could've had with my dad. no. yes. no! yes. you sucked up to him and you cut me out! it's not my fault that you didn't get his approval. i have given you endless approval and it doesn't fill you up because you're broken. i don't like you. i don't... i don't even care about you. i don't care. have we cleared the air, huh? feel good now? yeah. yeah. fucking great. tip top. you don't deserve me, and you never did. and everything came out of that. so fucking flat.

[nolovelingers]

scream 4 ,, v ,, vi masterlist. 𖤐

(^з^)-☆

ETHAN LANDRY ﹒ ✦ imagines

NOT TOO CLOSE ## plot : after being abandoned by chad at a party, ethan finds it to be worth it when he meets you for the first time and seems to be giving you some warning to stay away from him and the danger he brings. — // SFW !

COZY LITTLE MUMMY ## plot : finding yourself woken in the middle of the night by a fire alarm, you were smart enough to grab a blanket. too bad the boy a few rooms over seemed to have forgotten to do the same; and he looks cold. — // SFW !

MISPLACED FOCUS ## plot : studying with your boyfriend never actually goes the way you want it to. and definitely not when he’s being so gorgeously whiney for your attention. — // NSFW !

LEAP ## PLOT : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with ethan and tara; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

ethan as your boyfriend . . .

TARA CARPENTER ﹒ ✦ imagines

LEAP ## plot : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with tara and ethan; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ﹒ ✦ imagines

THE SNACK HUNTER ## plot : enjoying a movie night (that’s quickly cut short) with your girlfriend. — // sfw

꩜⭒ headcanons

mindy as your girlfriend . . .

JILL ROBERTS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

CHARLIE WALKER ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

WES HICKS ﹒ ✦ imagines

TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ## plot : after years of hiding behind his feelings wes is finally ready to get you to admit whether you feel the same way or not. — // SFW !

FIVE STAR CHEF ## plot : making dinner for your boyfriend quickly gone wrong after he worms his way into your space in attempt to be the one doing the cooking; ending in the both of you covered in flour. — // SFW !!

꩜⭒ headcanons

wes as your boyfriend . . .

scream masterlist. 𖤐

(*´Д｀*)

BILLY LOOMIS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

STU MACHER ﹒ ✦ imagines

PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ## plot : ex lovers rekindle their flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new at a party. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

preferences — misc. 𖤐

(≧∀≦)

INCLUDES ALL CHARACTERS ABOVE ﹒ ✦

when they’re jealous . . . — includes chad & sidney + all other characters seen previously — // sfw !

MISCELLANEOUS﹒ ✦

incorrect scream texts ,, part two here . . .

©️nolovelingers 2025

[wandascrush]

Welcome to the world

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pain, birth, crying, water breaking

Cold sweat lined your forehead when you opened your eyes, adjusting to the darkness in the room. You flung your sheets off the bed and sat up, immediately holding your tender belly. You felt nauseous, cramped up, and sweaty- the worst combo. Immediately, you waddled over to the restroom, splashing cold water on your face and taking shallow breaths in and out. Phew- you were calming down, everything was okay. Just the normal symptoms when your 38 weeks, nothing new.

You hoped the warm light pouring into the bedroom wouldn’t wake up your exhausted wife that only got four hours of sleep the night before, tending to your early morning sickness. You felt bad but hey, you were equal, it’s not like you got any sleep either with this little one growing inside you. You finished drying your face off with a towel and drinking some water through the sink when you decide to head back to bed and try to get more rest, it was probably just some Braxton hicks pains. That is until you felt a gush of water down your legs, your water broke

“Nat-,” she didn’t even stir. You gripped the side of the door frame, hands turning red as you groaned out in pain, “Natty!”

Two hours later you were in a delivery room, damp with sweat and a worried, but excited, wife holding your hand. The hospital lights flooded your vision as nurses and doctors came in and out, checking your dilation. 

Tender lips brushed the top of your head, “Shhhh detka, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for, just a little earlier than planned. Breathe, that’s it, in and out, just like that sweetheart,” and when you looked into her eyes you’d never seen so much love from another human. Your stomach immediately cramped again, pain washing over you as you closed your eyes and took shaky breaths out loud.

Clint was on his way with Laura, the future uncle and aunt of your child, speeding down the highway. Steve, your baby's future Godfather, was two hours away picking up flowers for you, a teddy bear for your little one, and candy for Natty and himself. The rest of the group was getting back from a mission overseas, no doubt they would miss the birth, but you knew they’d be there ASAP.

The warm glow of the bright lights kept you up, even as you tried to shut out all other senses. Closing your tired eyes and imagining what the cries of your baby would be like was the only thing that brought you comfort. Once the pain subsided and nurses stopped poking and prodding you, images of your new family of three eased your mind.

Natasha was right by your side, rubbing your back through the pain and nausea, dabbing your forehead with a cold compress for the hot flashes and feeding you ice chips. In this moment she swore to herself you’d never looked so beautiful. You were her dream come true. All three of you. An hour later your redhead had to step out to update Maria and Fury on what was going on.

At first, sure Fury was disappointed to lose one of his best agents for a couple months for maternity leave- but he couldn’t hide his excitement either.

Laura’s sweet gaze was above you in the meantime, gently lifting your head up to press cold compresses on your neck and chest.

“Hey momma, how’re we holding up?” She grabbed some water for you and adjusted your pillow. 

“Well, for starters I feel like a tiny human is kickboxing with my insides…so right on point I’d say.” You tried to sit up on your elbows, wriggling your way through the copious amounts of hospital sheets.

It felt like hours before the nurses gave you the go-ahead to start pushing. You had never been so glad for any decision like the decision to get an epidural during delivery. Was it still painful? Hell yes. But did it hurt a lot less? Also, hell yes. Natasha felt useless watching you, not being able to help. It was like being stabbed in the chest every time she heard you scream or start to cry. The best she could do was not keel in pain when you practically broke her hand from squeezing it so hard. And then- in a magical instant- she was here. 

Mae Lena Romanoff. 

This beautiful, new child you just delivered was crying and being wrapped in a blanket.

You and your wife’s biggest dream had arrived and she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Her nose was the same as her momma’s, with your e/c eyes. She had a full head of brownish-reddish hair like Natasha’s, damp on her small head. You couldn’t help yourself from crying, sobbing really, as you looked at this little doll in your arms. And as you looked up at Natasha, she was crying too.

The nurses started cleaning you up and doing all the usual routines after giving birth, making sure not only your baby was healthy but yourself as well. Natasha took the baby in her arms and sat by you, marveling at this little joy she created with her wife. Her gentle arms cradled the baby close to her ear as she whispered to her, “Welcome to the world, little one. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you. Not ever.”

An hour later the room was filled with Clint, Laura, their kids, and Steve. All of them gently stroked the baby’s head, cooing and “awww”ing. You held her close and pointed to everyone in the room, “That’s your Uncle Clint, he’s going to teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow. And that’s your Auntie Laura, one of the best people you’ll ever meet. Those are your cousins that are going to play with you until you’re all grown up. And that right there, is Steve. The best Godfather anyone could ask for. Later on you’ll meet Tony and Pepper, they’ll get you into so many adventures. We’re all going to love you so much, sweet baby. ” If you could freeze this perfect moment in time, you absolutely would. You knew that as long as you had Natasha, your daughter, and this village to help raise her- your family would always be okay.

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 2

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for father’s day <44 😘

SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, here’s two cute moments.

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“You happy now?”

You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.

When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.

“You did so good, love”

Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.

You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.

“You know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boy” You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your son’s soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, He’d be all over your son also come morning time.

“I’m in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they don’t look like anyone right away but wow…she’s all you, Y/N” Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.

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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when they’d be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.

“They won’t be able to play with you two for a while. They’re too small right now and they don’t do much but sleep and eat”

Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. “Well, that’s boring! They’re boring!” Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. “Yes, babies are boring for the first few months”

“Why’d you go and get two more then?” Silas’s face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.

“Yeah, Lewis…Why did we ‘get’ two more?” Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. “Any questions other than that? Saint?”

“So they can’t throw a ball? or catch it?” Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ‘no’ and they both sigh.

“And they can’t talk either?” Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. You’d only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...

“If you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world records”

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💌: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!💋