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Daddy's Girl
Pairing: Dark Tangerine x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Tangerine can’t stand his little girl’s tears, especially when you’re the reason behind them.
WARNING: Forced/Abusive Marriage; Implied Kidnapping context; NONCON.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
Make sure to imagine that lovely British accent of his, hehe. Also I wanted to wait a bit before posting this, but I wanna share this so bad :) enjoy!
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The loud noise from the television travels to the kitchen, muffling down the sounds of the knife violently cutting down a carrot. Tangerine has a tight grip on the knife, a pissed off scowl on his face as he spits an unhealthy amount of curses.
He’s so caught up that he misses the small quiet steps that run towards the kitchen and it’s only when there is a hesitant tug on his sleeve that he looks down, finding a small female miniature of himself, standing in her tippy toes in front of him as she raises her arms, her brown curls bouncing.
He smiles at her, immediately picking her up, pushing the knife far away. Delighted giggles fill the kitchen as he tickles her.
“What you doin’ here, princess? Are you hungry, sweetheart, cause lunch ain’t ready yet.” he kisses her cheek, his eyes glinting with pure amazement as he looks at Claire.
His little angel.
Claire’s laughter slowly dies down and she plays with the rings on his fingers. Her lip wobbles and when she finally looks at him, her eyes shinny with tears.
It breaks Tangerine’s heart to see her like that and he wants nothing but to slap the shit out of you for making your babygirl cry.
“I… I miss mommy.” her voice breaks as she starts crying. Tangerine sighs, hole burning in his chest as he gently pushes her head to his shoulder, rocking her in an attempt to calm her down. His hand rubs her back, her small body shaking as she sobs.
“Daddy, I want m-mommy.” she begs.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. But mommy still needs some time.” he tries to console her but to no avail.
Claire cries for what seems like forever and when she finally calms down, Tangerine's shirt is soaking wet, the lunch long forgotten.
It takes several deep breaths for him to calm down and although he wants to go see you so badly, he puts Claire to sleep first.
He tucks her into her pink bed, placing her favorite teddy bear next to her. A peaceful expression rests on her face, exhausted from all the crying and Tangerine kisses her forehead before leaving the room.
“She fuckin’ cried herself to sleep.” Tangerine shouts to your face, your scalp stinging as his grip on your hair tightens.
“Do y’fuckin understand that? She fuckin’ cried because of you. Cause you’re a fuckin’ shitty mother, that’s what you are.”
Thick tears fall down from your red eyes and you stumble back when he releases your hair, falling back as you trip on the heavy chain attached to your ankle.
You fall butt-down, pain alastrating on your back but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t even compare to the deep ache in your heart.
You also miss her. So much. It hurts that you haven’t seen your daughter in a week, kept in the basement as Tangerine lies about you being sick.
“All she kept saying was how much she missed you. That she wanted you to feel better so she could finally see you. Fuck!”
“I…I’m so sorry.” you cry out. Tangerine only glares at you, nostrils flaring up.
“This is all your fuckin’ fault. You just had to act smart, didn’t ya? Fucking’ hell.” his hand meets the wall with a loud bang and you wince, burying your face in your hands, frightened.
You’ve never seen him this angry before. Not even at the few times you tried to run away years ago. For once you’re actually glad that the basement is sound-proofed so that Claire doesn’t have to witness any of this.
You messed up. Baldly. You should have known better than to plan an escape from Tangerine.
But you were exhausted. Deeply tired of playing house with Tangerine. As much as you love your daughter but you want a better life. For yourself. For your sweet daughter. As much as you smile and laugh, pretending to be happy and in love with Tangerine for the sake of your daughter, you had reached your breaking point.
“You're a selfish little’ bitch, only thinking ‘bout saving your own ass.” he snarls.
You shake your head, desperate.
“No! That’s not- She’s my daughter too.”
Tangerine stares at you for what it seems forever and you hold your breath, watching him with a runny nose that you struggle to wipe with the back of your hand.
His hands on his hips as he considers you, neck veins bulging. He runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated as he exhales heavily.
“If you really love her, you gonna fuckin’ behave from now on. And I fuckin’ mean it. No more fuck up’s.” he warns you.
Blinking away the tears, you nervously nod as he slowly walks towards you before stopping in front of you.
“Ya mean it, right? Then fuckin’ prove it cause you’re not leavin’ this basement without provin’ me that you can do better.”
Confusion fills you until you see the look on Tangerine’s eyes. With shaky hands, you reach for his belt but he moves your hand towards his shirt and your heart drops.
Not this.
It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. You’re barely wet enough yet uncomfortably stretched by your husband’s cock as he slowly thrusts into you.
Given how angry he was, you were expecting him to fully rail you so you were surprised as he went at a slow, calm pace. Good for you.
His head is buried in your neck, low groans coming from him. It’s feel like an eternity as he fucks you gentle and deep till you lose track of time.
You suddenly hiss when his cock rams deep inside you, the thin old mattress softly squeaking under your combined weights.
He pulls himself on his forearms, facing you as he starts to speed up, quickly slamming his hips forwards with a renewed force and you cry out, hands bawling the sheets.
“S’ fucking’ tight, darling.” he husked, his sweaty curls falling to your face as he presses your foreheads together. “Gonn’ cum soon, fuck.”
His breathing halts as he fucks you vigorously, urgency in his thrusts. He doesn’t last longer, your velvety walls tightly squeezing his cock just the right way for him to approach his orgasm.
“Fuck, oh, fuck.” with a final harsh thrust, his body tenses up before finally relaxing. Tangerine releases a loud grunt, reaching his high while being balls deep inside you, his hands coming to grab your face as he connects your lips into a needy kiss, the bitter taste of cigarettes on him.
When he lets you go, you release a shaky breath, feeling gross and violated with his cum beginning to leak.
His nose touches yours, skin shiny with sweat and his blue eyes half-closed as he exhales, the warm breath hitting your face. He doesn’t seem that angry anymore, men really think with their dicks.
“That was fuckin’ nice.” he smiles, his knuckles sweetly fawning over your cheek. “Maybe we should consider giving Claire a sibling. I think she’d love a baby brother.”
#@mrsdarkandyandere7#yandere x reader#tw: noncon#bullet train#dark tangerine#dark!tangerine#dark!tangerine x reader#yandere tangerine#yandere tangerine x reader#yandere!tangerine#tangerine x reader#tw: forced marriage#tw: implied kidnapping#dark!fic#dark fic
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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be
Catch up:��Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) || Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) || Chapter 15b (I Sing A Song of Love) || Chapter 15c (You Can Do This If You Try) ||| Also posted at AO3
Chapter 16: Let That Feeling Grab You Deep Inside
Boston, Massachusetts
August 1988
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean
- “Let Your Love Flow”, The Bellamy Brothers (1976) [click here to listen]
They had fallen asleep, exhausted, around three AM. Physically and emotionally drained.
She woke in the soft light of dawn. Adrenaline surged as she reached out to feel the bed empty beside her. And then she relaxed, just a tiny bit, seeing her husband of fourteen hours standing naked across the room, quietly ordering room service on the telephone.
Not bearing to be apart from him for even one second, she threw back the covers and ran to him. Tackled him against the wall, just as he set down the phone. Kissed his jaw and nose and any inch of him she could reach.
Frantic.
“Hey, hey,” he whispered, grabbing her thighs, her legs locking around his middle. “I’m here.”
“Need to love you,” she gasped. Hands shaking. Eyes wild. Center grinding against his hip. “Can’t wait. Now. Now. Now.”
With every ounce of willpower he could muster, he crossed the room back to the bed, carefully sitting down. Eyes firm on hers. Gliding his hands up her hips. Settling his thumb in the divot of her navel.
Holding her still.
“Breathe with me. Please. In.”
He inhaled, and she followed, shakily.
“And out.”
He exhaled. Kissing the shell of her ear.
Her body went slack.
“Jamie,” she sobbed. Tears brightening her eyes.
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’m here, Claire. With you. I’ve got you. We’re married.”
Tears spilled. He kissed every one of them. Swallowed back his fears.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded gently. “What’s going on?”
Her hands pulled him in. Burying his face in the tops of her breasts. Tears hot on the back of his neck as he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin.
“I…” Her voice cracked. His lips caressed her stuttering heart.
“Talk to me,” he breathed. “Let me in, Claire.”
“I’m feeling too much,” she whispered. “It’s too fucking real.”
“Feel it,” he murmured. “Just feel it.”
“I can’t,” she hiccupped. “It’s too much. I need a pill.”
Immediately he pulled back. Framed her beautiful face between his hands. Wedding ring glinting in the early morning light.
“No. Claire, no. You don’t.”
“I do, Jamie. I can’t feel this much.”
His heart broke with every word.
“It’s too much. I can’t survive it.”
“Yes you can. With me, you can.”
She raised a shaky hand to cover his. “You are in every cell of my body. I can’t bear it if I lose this.”
“You’re not going to lose this,” he said patiently. “I promised you forever. That wasn’t just weak words, Claire. I mean what I say, you know that.”
A sob racked through her body, her soul. “Frank promised me that, too. And look what happened.”
For the ten thousandth time, he wished he could find Frank Randall, and ask Colum and Ian and Angus to hold him back while he pummeled him again and again in the face.
“Do you really think I would even dream of doing that to you, Claire? Have I ever given you reason to think I’m even remotely like him?”
“You’ve fucked hundreds of women, Jamie.”
That stung.
“You were a selfish bastard. Your exact words to me.”
It was the truth.
“You’ve never had a long-term relationship. Except with your friends Jack Daniels and Lady Cocaine.”
That was also the truth.
“You ended up in rehab. I was the only person – the only woman – who was too clueless to know who you are. And you decided to pursue me anyway, even though you had no business doing that.” She swallowed. “And even though I had no business doing that, either.”
He rubbed gentle circles over her cheeks. Her eyes a thousand miles away.
“Don’t tell me that it was a bad thing, Claire.”
But she wasn’t listening. “You told me you loved me. Asked me to tour with you. But you didn’t want to sleep with me.”
“Yet,” he interjected. “I didn’t want to be with you yet, in that way.”
Startled, her eyes cleared. Met his.
“Because I knew what was between you would be so much better than anything he had ever known. So much better than a drink, or a drug, or a random woman who meant nothing to me.” He licked his lips. “Claire, you mean fucking everything to me. And I wanted you to see all my dark and broken pieces, so that you could decide if that’s what you really wanted. I wanted you to really know me before we did what we did yesterday.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “After all of this…am I not what you want?”
Her chin quivered. “Of course you’re what I want. I love you so much. I can’t fucking believe that this is my reality.”
He smiled. “That makes two of us, then.”
He leaned closer. Sucked her lower lip between his.
“And now that we’re married, and we’ve shared each other fully…every cell in my body knows that I – we – made the right choice.” His teeth nipped at her jaw. “I promise I will love you until the end of time, Claire. And there’s no fucking way I will ever get enough of you.”
Her kiss bruised him. She swallowed his moans.
“Love me,” she gasped. Rolling her hips on his lap. “Love me. Now. Please.”
He shifted his legs. So close.
“Promise me we’ll always tell each other when it’s too much, Claire,” he rasped. “When we feel pulled by our addictions. And when we feel that deep need to love each other. Promise me we’ll do that, and then drop everything to be with the other. To love.”
“I promise,” she gasped. “Love you.”
He found her then. They loved, burned, cried.
Sometime later, they sat up against the headboard. Claire between Jamie’s legs. Drinking cold coffee.
With her left thumb, she traced the shape of his eyebrows. He turned his face to kiss her wedding ring.
“I want to get a tattoo.”
To say he was shocked would be an understatement.
“But…but your skin…” he stammered. “I – it’s so beautiful, Claire. Too beautiful to mark like that.”
She smiled. “Not on my arms or anything. Something small that I can look at, when my anxiety or my need for you gets to be too much. Something that’s only mine.”
He tilted his head, smiling. “Yes. What would you like?”
She set down her coffee cup. Tracing his knee. “Your letter J. And I want you to ink it on me.”
He choked on his coffee.
Set down his cup.
Fingertips tracking her jaw, her neck, the swells of her breasts, the curve of her hips.
“Only if you ink your C on me.”
She smiled. Traced her name tattooed over his heart. “This isn’t enough?”
He shook his head. “I wear your name, I wear your ring, and no it’s not fucking enough. Never will be.”
He pulled her close for a kiss.
“Today.”
She nodded. “We’re crazy.”
He kissed her chin. “No. We know exactly what we want from each other. That’s not crazy at all.”
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Without Him- m. murdock x reader
Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader
Word Count: 784 (it's alittle drabble thing)
Warning: Angst, semi happy ending, cursing, cheating, mentions of She-Hulk(show and character)
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You did what?" Your anger is overflowing as your eyes glare a whole into the man in front of you. "Actually, I don't care. J-Just get out of my way." Keys in hand, you swiftly move towards the door of Matt's apartment with tears burning down your face. Quickly, the vigilante intercepts your path, arms reaching out to hold you as he pleads.
"N-No, please. Let me explain. I-I don't know why I did it. But I promise it will never happen again. You mean the-"
"Don't. Don't stand here and lie to me, Murdock. We both know this bullshit you're spewing wouldn't hold up in court and it ain't holding up here. Let me leave." With your hands on his chest, you push him back, failing epicly as Matt uses this opportunity to grab your hands, thumbs caressing your knucks in what once was a welcomed sign of affection is now like razors dragging across your skin.
"Please! Please don't leave. It'll never happen, I swear to God. It was an accident, it didn't mean anything." Matt drops to his knees, begging with your hands in his, still. Unable to look at your lover before you,, your eyes drift to the ceiling as the neon lights slowly paint the room in different colors. You couldn't let yourself fall into this trap. He made his choice, now you have to make yours. But can you make it?
"It meant enough for you to go back to L.A. to fuck her again. At least when she found out about us, she had the decency to tell me about you two, something that you couldn't do." Anger dries your tears with the flame that erupted in you as everything crashes into place around you, making your decision perfectly clear.
"I can change. I love you! I don't care about her. It'll never happen again, just let me prove it to you. Please, give me a second chance, please. I don't want to lose you." Tears stain his owe cheeks as he faces your direction. A smile breaks out across your face as a laugh erupts from your throat, loud and hysterical. Fear settled in Matt's heart as he watched the girl he loved, the girl he fought so hard for, shatter because of him.
"It's so funny, Matt. You spend so much time trying to save everyone around you. Frank, Claire, Karen. Foggy, Hell's Kitchen. But you couldn't even save your own relationship. You couldn't save us. And it was never Fisk or his little copycat. It was never The Hand or Elektra or any of the other criminals you swore would harm us. It was YOU! The great hero, Daredevil." Shaking your head, you refuse to let the tears welling in your eyes fall.
"Y/N, I love you. I'm so s-"
"No. I'm tired of your excuses. You don't get to lie about a "work trip" for a case and spend the whole time fucking She-Hulk. You can't even tell me why. What did I do wrong? Why did you have to do this to us? Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sobs crash through your body like a tsunami that leaves you broken and wanting to run.
"Please-" Matt moved to hold you, but you flinched away, scared if he touched you that you'd fall into him and stay. You can't do that, not after this. Not now.
"We are done. I am leaving. Karen and Foggy will come by to get the rest of my things." Stunned, you dodge him making your way to the door. Before leaving, you look back at him now standing and crying coming toward you but stops when he sees calmness coming from you.
"I hope you can save yourself, Matt. I really do. For your son's sake." With your one hand on the cool metal of the door knob and the other against your stomach. The last bit of Matthew Murdock was his shocked expression as you shut the door, stepping into the hallway.
"You told him?" Karen asks as soon as you get into the car. Tears still flowing, you nod. Staring straight ahead she nods before pulling off towards your doctor's office.
"Well, let's go see how healthy this little booger is." Karen giggles while doing a little wiggle dance. A smile cracks across your face as you watch your best friend be ecstatic to be an Aunt.
Maybe you can do this on your own. Maybe you can be okay without him.
Part Two
#matt murdock#matt murdock angst#matt murdock imagines#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock drabble#marvel x reader#she-hulk imagine#daredevil x reader
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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 44
Claire found it rather surreal that she was currently in a big crowd, dancing around to a band that Chris was singing for. She hadn't realised he had such a good voice.
‘As much as you dislike your brother, you can’t deny he’s talented.’ Claire said to Loki between songs.
‘I know.’ Loki said reluctantly with a huff.
Loki did clap after each song, though didn’t show much more enthusiasm aside from that. Although, Claire swore that she spotted him mouthing along to some of the lyrics now and then, which made her heart hurt in a way. She wished she knew what really made them drift so far apart to the hate they have for one another now.
When Chris finished, he joined the group for drinks when they went to the main arena.
‘Well, you surprised me, Chris. I didn’t know you could sing so well.’ David said as he patted his shoulder.
‘Thanks.’ Chris shrugged. ‘It’s just all for fun, a little side thing we do.’
‘You could go far if you wanted to. You’re all a really talented bunch of guys.’ Spencer commented.
‘Perhaps in the future, the school is my main focus right now.’ Chris said nonchalantly. ‘What about you, little brother. Did you enjoy it? You are my biggest fan after all.’ He smirked at Loki.
Loki glared at him and shrugged. ‘Not terrible, I suppose.’ Was all Loki said, then he headed off to get some drinks from the bar.
‘I think he enjoyed it more than he wants to let on.’ Claire gave Chris a little smile.
‘What about you, did you enjoy it?’ Chris asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
‘Surprisingly, I did. I didn’t realise you had quite a set of lungs on you.’ She teased.
Chris smirked. ‘Should invite that sister of yours next time. Maybe she’d like to hook up with the lead singer, go for a bite to eat.’
Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, that won’t be happening.’
Everyone enjoyed the rest of the afternoon and start of the evening, they were drinking of course but not quite as heavy as the previous night. It was slower and they made sure to eat plenty between drinks, too.
‘Has anyone seen Spencer?’ Jessica asked the others.
‘No, actually. Where did he go?’ Michael frowned.
‘I think he said he was going to the toilet, but that was a while ago.’ Loki said with a frown.
‘We should go look for him. I’ve just heard that there’s been a few… incidents. Very drunk young… people. Drinking things they shouldn’t be.’ Jessica said worriedly as she looked at Loki with a certain look, that Loki and the other vampires picked up on instantly.
‘Yeah, let’s go find him.’ Matt said and everyone agreed.
They headed for the porta loos first, Loki raised his nose up to the air and sniffed. Of course, he could smell the disgusting typical porta loo smells, but through that he could also smell a lot of exposed blood… but what made his stomach drop was it was Spencer’s blood he could smell.
He rushed around the back of the toilets, the group quickly followed him, knowing he had picked up the scent of something. As they got closer, the other vampires could clearly smell him too.
‘Oh god.’ Claire cried when they found him round the back, dying. He was bleeding badly from a bite to his neck, coughing and spluttering.
There was another couple of humans round there too in the same predicament.
‘Shit!’ Loki gasped and wiped a hand down his face.
‘We need to save him! Someone needs to change him!’ Jessica sobbed as she put her hands over her face.
‘Not without permission… We can’t.’ Loki said reluctantly.
‘Fuck permission. I am not losing another good teacher.’ Chris snarled as he pushed Loki out of the way and rushed over to Spencer.
He crouched down and tried to sit him up, supporting him at his back.
‘Stay with me, Spencer… This will hurt, a lot.’ Chris said sheepishly. ‘It will be over quickly though.’
Spencer was pretty far gone, so didn’t really take in what Chris said. Though he soon found out as Chris bit his neck, his fangs sank into him and Spencer’s eyes widened for a moment before they closed. The vampires could all sense his heartbeat, it had been slowing down but had a slight spike when Chris injected venom into Spencer’s blood via his fangs, but then his heart began to rapidly decline.
Chris swiftly bit his own wrist, then made sure to drip enough of his blood into Spencer’s mouth that he had to force open. Once Chris was sure he’d gotten enough, he focused on his heartbeat and waited a moment. All the others were waiting too with baited breath, though Michael was at the back, horrified at what he was witnessing. In disbelief.
Spencer suddenly gasped and sat bolt upright, he coughed a few times and spat out some blood. His new fangs were emerged and he looked terrified.
‘It’s alright, calm down, Spencer. You’re ok. You’ll be feeling funny, but you’re going to be ok. Just trust us.’ Chris said calmly.
Spencer looked wild eyed as he glanced around, his senses were heightened and he was struggling to focus properly.
‘I’ll get him back to his tent. Meet me there.’ Chris said to the group, who nodded in agreement.
Chris was able to put Spencer over his shoulder, then he took large leaps and levitated over the crowds and back to their camp. He didn’t care in the moment who saw, he just needed to get Spencer to calm down and focus.
When the group turned around to head back, they were faced with Michael. Who was white as a ghost and looked like he was going to pass out.
‘Ah… Michael… We uh, need to discuss a few things back at camp.’ David said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
When the whole group got back to their tents, Chris had managed to calm Spencer down enough to explain to him everything going on.
Loki and Matt took Michael to the side and explained to him too, he took it surprisingly well considering what he’d just witnessed. Though he was still in shock.
Jessica went to comfort Spencer in their tent while the others remained outside.
‘What the hell do we do now?’ Matt asked.
‘There’s nothing to do.’ Hannibal shrugged.
‘We’ve got two humans here, where it’s clearly not safe anymore. There are obviously some young vampires running around feral. They should have smelled Jessica on Spencer, but still went ahead anyway.’ Matt argued.
‘Matt’s right. Plus, Spencer isn’t going to be in any state to enjoy the rest of the night or tomorrow now. He needs time to adjust to his new senses.’ Chris said with a sigh. ‘I think we should head home.’
‘I agree. I don’t think I’ll be able to enjoy myself without worrying now.’ Loki said as he looked at Claire, who nodded in agreement.
‘We’ve had our fun, but if it’s getting too dangerous now, there’s no fun in that.’ Claire said quietly.
‘I’m getting my weekend tickets worth, whether you guys are staying or not.’ Hannibal said defensively and Will nodded in agreement with his partner.
‘Are you sober enough to drive?’ David asked Chris.
Chris nodded. ‘I’ve only had a few beers over the course of today.’
‘Let’s get packed up then.’ Loki sighed.
Everyone apart from Hannibal and Will began to get their things together. Spencer managed to help a little. Chris went back to get his own belongings and said he’d meet them at the bus.
‘I’m sorry we’re leaving already, love.’ Loki said softly to Claire as he pulled her into a hug.
‘That’s ok, it’s not your fault. It’s safer for everyone if we do. Besides, I’ve seen my favourite bands today, there’s not anyone I’m disappointed about missing tomorrow.’ Claire smiled up at him.
Loki kissed her forehead.
‘Besides, you really need a shower. You stink already.’ Claire teased.
‘Speak for yourself, smelly girl.’ Loki laughed as he stuck his tongue out at her.
They were all packed up pretty quickly and made their way to the bus to meet up with Chris. He was there waiting for them already. Before they knew it, they were on the road home.
Spencer and Michael had a lot of questions, which everyone else happily answered. Spencer seemed calmer now he was away from all the noise and high stimulation. It let his senses settle better, though he did often glance at Michael or Claire with a weird look in his eye. It would take him some time to adjust being around humans when his new instincts were telling him to feed from them.
Claire was next to Loki on the way home, leaning into him. She fell asleep for half the way, the alcohol and late night catching up on her.
‘Finally, Demsdale is in sight. You guys absolutely reek.’ Chris called back to the group.
‘Well, we’re not all rich enough to afford glamping. Plus, it was only one night. We can’t be smelling that bad.’ Michael argued.
‘Us vampires have a very strong sense of smell. Trust me when I say, we stink already. All that alcohol, sweat, and vomit from a few…’ Loki chuckled.
‘Huh… Fair enough.’ Michael sat back in his seat. He was going to take a while to get used to the whole vampire thing.
Loki and Claire were dropped off first, which they were glad of. Loki decided to leave Bat with his dad for the night and they’d go get her in the morning.
‘I’m showering first!’ Claire bolted straight upstairs.
‘I don’t think so!’ Loki called after her and ran up behind her. He grabbed her ankle when she was almost at the top step, she let out a screech as he pulled her down a few steps but then she turned over and he paused over the top of her with a grin.
‘Not fair, you’re faster and stronger. You’ll always beat me.’ She pouted.
‘N’aww, my poor little smelly vampire slut.’ Loki mocked and kissed the tip of her nose. ‘How about we both win tonight and shower together, hmm?’ He asked in a sultry tone as he trailed his finger down the side of her neck.
‘If I say no?’ Claire asked defiantly and raised an eyebrow.
‘Well… Then I’ll dump you in the bath while I shower myself.’ Loki shrugged. ‘Though it would be much more fun to share the shower, since it would also include an orgasm.’
‘Make it two and you’ve got a deal.’
Loki laughed and pressed his forehead against hers. ‘You drive a hard bargain, but I’m sure I can manage that.’
Manage that he certainly did. They didn’t take long to get worked up in the shower, washing one another’s bodies. Loki then had her pressed against the glass door while he fucked her good and hard. The first round was fast and needy, both of them clung to each other tightly like their life depended on it. Loki was growling and grunting like a crazed animal with Claire whimpering and whining with every thrust.
The second round was slower, more sensual. Loki moved deep and slow, driving Claire crazy with how deep he was inside of her because they were stood up, with only him supporting her. There was lots of sloppy kisses, Loki couldn’t keep his mouth off of hers.
‘I still can’t believe you’re mine. I love you, my darling.’ Loki whispered over her lips when they finished together.
‘I love you more.’ Claire whispered back with a little giggle.
‘Not possible.’ Loki slid his hand up her spine, making her skin tingle.
After getting dried off, they climbed into bed and both groaned. Even though it was just one night spent at the festival, it was still nice getting back into their comfortable bed.
‘Maybe next time we should do glamping too. Considering the bed feels this good after just one night.’ Claire suggested.
‘Agreed.’ Loki laughed.
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The following morning, Loki and Claire woke up in bed to the news that the festival had been closed down last night. There were twenty-seven bodies found in the festival site, the police weren't sure what the cause was. They said it looked like a wild animal had been loose, but there were no witnesses for it.
‘Fuck.’ Claire gasped and put her hand over her mouth when Loki finished reading out the headline that was all over social media.
‘I’m so glad we left when we did.’ Loki said as he swallowed hard. ‘At least it’s over five hours away, not near Demsdale. So I’d say we don’t need to worry about feral vampires being here. Not more than our usual, anyway.’ He assured Claire as he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
‘Thank you for keeping me safe, as always. Coming home was the right choice.’
‘I wouldn’t have let that happen to you even if we stayed. I’ll always protect you, my love.’ Loki said as he hugged her tightly.
#tom hiddleston#loki#loki x ofc#fluffy loki#loki fic#david tennant#michael fassbender#jessica chastain#chris motionless#hannibal#matt murdock#vampire Loki#the redbridge hunts
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fleabag is just– my heart. my poor poor heart.
an incomplete list of season 1 scenes that make me cry aka i am slowly losing my mind (SPOILERS AHEAD):
- the one in the very first episode. where she goes to her fathers house and it's almost two am and she goes "fuck it" and you can just see her holding back the tears and her father answers "you get all that from her mother" and decides to call her a cab. and it's so obvious that she is lonely. she has nowhere else to go so she goes to her father. he knows her so he knows she won't ask for help. but her father goes out of his way to make sure she knows she is not welcome here. she makes him and godmother uncomfortable and they show it. she is so lonely.
- martin kisses fleabag. this time i'm angry. these are tears of anger. i hate him so much.
- fleabag and claire in the car to the silent retreat. fleabag is being funny. claire is being broken. she knows she seems mental but she isn't. she's trying to keep it together. she tries to deal with it. she has two degrees, a husband and a burberry coat. but she also has a sister. this won't change.
- fleabag: "I just want to cry. All the time." I start crying before we even reach the scene. sometimes i pause for several minutes and just look at fleabag. she looks so empty. finance guy wants to make progress, he wants to make his wife feel good, he wants to be a better man. fleabag just wants to cry. i'm sobbing at this point.
- the sexhibition. "after what you did to boo?"
- her café again. finance guy: "are you ok?" "either everyone feels a little bit like this and they are just not talking about it, or i am completly fucking alone." and he leaves. he leaves the café. he leaves her alone. he comes back, but those few seconds where she is alone. she is completly fucking alone.
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Episode 33 - "Holes Holes Holes" (Show Notes)
listen along here
General New Moon content warning for ongoing discussions of suicide!
[00:02:54] Cassandra Claire’s “Very Secret Diaries” (yes, it's the same Cassandra Clare. She spelled it with an "I" back in her fandom days)
[00:03:49] The Cassandra Claire Plagiarism Saga
[00:04:10] Fanlore's definition of "crack/crackfic"
[00:05:29] Orlando Bloom in Gran Turismo
[00:07:20] The only valid two-party system
[00:08:20] The Poldark TV series and books
[00:13:58] This chapter be like
[00:15:35] What Ioco (and G) mean by “Disney wolves” (why yes G does regret her entire life after having to google “Disney female animals”)
[00:15:46] It's a vine by Lily Zella
[00:20:18] What G means by "Chekhov’s heart problem”
[00:21:03] Waiting Is Not Easy by Mo Willems
[00:23:52] Bella be like
[00:29:13] “Oh my God, he admit it”
[00:29:39] Bella defines “friend” in the New Moon movie
[00:30:43] Poor Angela
[00:31:27] Hank the Tank
[00:31:51] The Wild Animal Sanctuary (which actually IS where Hank the Tank was relocated! G highly recommends a visit next time you're in the Denver area—they also house a ton of the tigers/other animals rescued from the shitty roadside zoo in Tiger King)
[00:33:08] Cocaine Bear (and the true story)
[00:35:33] Shannon can’t go 10 minutes without talking about Gideon the Ninth/the Locked Tomb books (in which someone ends up with an actual hole in their chest. Eat your heart out, Bella)
[00:36:37] One of G’s favorite posts of all time
[00:39:37] 10 Things I Hate About You's “tumescent” scene
[00:40:07] Amber talked about reading New Moon before Twilight back in Episode 28
[00:41:01] G did her best to find the originator of this post and failed. Drop us a line if you know who made it!
[00:44:14] Human Pet Guy (cw: ableism, body horror, and general ickyness if you click)
[00:58:36] "Bella" running and sobbing in Twilight the Musical (the other thing G is reminded of is this Broad City gif: )
[01:03:22] The sick as hell "Victoria smearing James’ ashes on herself" moment
[01:06:15] "Fucking guy” as coined by Nandor from What We Do in the Shadows (TV)
[01:22:21] The Russian dude nickname that starts with T and is ‘quite funny’ to G’s American ears? “Tit.” (It seems to be mercifully uncommon.)
[01:22:32] The Shadow and Bone series' Tolya
[01:22:52] I Am Dragon is a sillyfun Russian fairytale movie we watched with Bella’s Book Movie Club in summer 2023, and features a minor character named Igor
[01:34:18] Follow Ioco @iocococo here on Tumblr!
[01:34:40] Bella's Book Club's December book info and events calendar
Thanks for show-noting along as always! See you in 2024 :D
#show notes#episode 33#twilight#podcast#twilight podcast#new moon#midnight sun#life and death#twilight saga#the twilight saga#twilight renaissance
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owo made-up fic title: burn it down (any fandom!!)
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it
..... so i know i said i'd pick a fandom but actually i'm gonna do three of the four fandoms i mentioned in the tags:
tales from riftdale:
tbh my initial thought was "clair goes apeshit." the Eye goes too far -- they've started taking people off the streets who don't come back, the people he trusts are gone, they're hot on his tail. very heavily leaning into "clair used to be an agent" theory, clair basically goes then fuck it and leaks every secret the Eye has been keeping, live on air, daring them to come get him. it's an idea that might work better as an audio, tbh, bcus the Crystal Clear ending is clair screaming that it's over now, they're both stuck up shit creek, and then it's just.... silence. a long, terrifying silence. and then...
"attention, citizens of riftdale. the threat is contained. you are now SAFE."
poll for initiative:
100%, without a doubt, no other option: this is the story of how lys destroys the world. the prophecy turns its head as one of its worst options, everything everyone was afraid of come true. probably spurned on by cassandra's death, tbh, bcus i'm a sappy bitch, and probably foxbud's. it's lys tearing down the very fabric of reality even before any of the other people clamoring to get their hands on it can, not looking for what comes with the rebirth of everything but seeking only destruction. it's lys at her worst. it's every horrible thing people assumed about her eating away at the good in her heart, cities in flames, the Shifting Tempest as a sign of ruin as lys uses it to run. there's nothing left for her in this world and if the gods are so convinced she'll end the world, then she'll spit in their faces when she does.
in the end, lys falls to her knees as the world burns down around her, sobbing. bedlam is the only one left, and even he has no words for her.
the locked tomb:
tbh i'm only part way through htn so i don't have As much of an idea for this, but i think it'd be an interesting like, "this is the hard part before we patch things up" part of a modern au -- this is the end of gtn parallel, where harrow and gideon thought they could start to work things out, that they're on more even footing, and then shit hits the fan in a way neither of them could predict. people around them are in pain, and they should (only) have each other, but they don't know how yet. and when gideon tries to have harrow's back it ends up causing more problems than it solves, and the fic ends with them worse off than they started, not only their progress in flames but any inclination to look back and re-contextualize their previous interactions smoldering. and they'll fix it, one day, maybe, but right now it's up in flames
djfkadlsfjklds thank you, ahh, this was fun : D
#ciaran attempts socializing#shyyren#this was so much fun pls send more of these y'all#ciaran does the art
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Two of Us
8 - Two of Us Sending Postcards
cw: teenage pregnancy, minors using drugs, implied mentions of parental neglect, domestic dispute [between siblings], name calling [whore, slut, etc.]
1982
Eddie had been supporting Claire ever since they made amends a few months ago. Without putting up much of a fight, he’s gone shopping for items of the baby, has helped Wayne prepare food she can eat, and gone out of his way to keep people from finding out her little secret. While he still wasn’t thrilled with her decision, he was trying his best to get onboard.
One night, the pair of siblings were sitting in the living room watching reruns of The Twilight Zone. Eddie had packed a bowl and was taking hits every few minutes—he always said being high made the show that much better. Claire was dozing off next to him, unbothered by the secondhand smoke. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by the baby harshly kicking her stomach. She excitedly shook Eddie’s arm to get his attention.
“Hey, stupid.”
“What?” he asked, blowing smoke.
“Feel.”
“Feel what?”
“The baby, idiot.” She grabbed his free hand and placed it on top of her abdomen.
“Bro, that’s so fucking trippy,” he giggled, “I can’t believe there’s like… a whole person in there… with like a brain and heart and lungs and stuff… and toes and hands and-”
“Yes, Eddie, congrats. You know basic human anatomy.”
“Does it hurt?”
Claire shrugged and sighed, “a little. I’m getting used to it, though.”
“How much longer until you’re due?”
“A couple weeks, I think.”
“That’s crazy.”
“So, are you excited to become an uncle?”
“I’m still super fucking disappointed in you, but yeah, I guess.”
“I’m sorry, what?” she scoffed.
“You heard me.”
“I thought you finally came around to supporting me?”
“Yeah, but like… I was thinking about it more and just… I know you, and you’re gonna end up just like mom and dad.”
“How fucking so?”
“Uh, stupid, I don’t know, maybe getting pregnant in high school, dropping out, and leaving your kids with your piece of shit baby daddy and his brother, then only seeing your kids when it’s convenient for you.”
“Uncle Wayne loves us and has done everything for us. Hell, even he’s supporting my decision here! He’s not happy about it, but Jesus fuck, Eddie, at the very least he’s supporting me!”
“I just thought you were different, Claire…”
“What was mom supposed to do?!” she teared up, “Roe v. Wade wasn’t a thing yet, and God forbid she did anything behind pops’ back—he would’ve fucking killed her!”
“She could’ve done the smart and responsible thing and given us up. What’s your fucking excuse? Roe’s been a thing since ’73 and there’s always safe-dropping.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” she scoffed in disbelief, “actually, y’know what, I can. I can because you’re a piece of shit just like pops. A worthless addict who only looks out for himself and runs at any sign of a challenge!”
“Wow, Clairey… is that what you really think of me?”
“Yeah… it is…”
Eddie bit his bottom lip and smashed his bong on the floor. He stood up in a fit of range, pacing the room, licking his lips, with his hands on his hips. He shook his head and scoffed.
“Fine, but I hope you fucking realize that you and I are exactly the fucking same. Before you got knocked up, like the stupid whore you are, you were just as much of an addict as me, if not more!”
Tears prickled at Claire’s eyes as she bit the insides of her cheeks. She picked at her cuticles, avoiding eye contact with her enraged brother.
“Well, I’d rather be pregnant than a criminal like our father.”
“Fuck. You.”
He picked up the table-side lamp and chucked it at her. Claire narrowly dodged the blow as the lamp shattered into a million pieces against the wall. As her breathing picked up, trying to process what had just happened, Eddie had already stormed out of the trailer. Claire was left in the home, alone, sobbing on the couch, not having a clue what to do. She had worked so hard to bond closer with her brother throughout this entire ordeal, and in the blink of an eye, it was all thrown out the window.
#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie st4#eddie stranger things#st4#gay#steve x eddie#lgbtq#lgbt pride#joe kerry#joseph quinn#pride#happy#love#billy hargrove#dacre montgomery#will byers#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#robin buckley#maya hawke#mike wheeler#netflix#twins#siblings
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 40, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, riding
WORDS: 1970
When I woke up the next morning, I found myself entangled as one with my soulmate’s arms wrapped around me. Instead of panicking and having a massive panic attack, I only cooed softly as I cuddled myself into his strong body more.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing him. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you-”
“I fucking love you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his face still as he feigned sleep. “Ultrasound today?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Aaron’s picking me up and afterwards, we may go out and grab some lunch or something. And I also have Charlie today- I texted her yesterday and told her about my nightmare and she wants to talk about it today. You’re more than welcome to sit in on it, if you want.”
“Do you want me to?” Peter asked, moving his hand to my stomach, where he was met with little good morning kicks from little girl. “Good morning to you too, little girl.”
“Peter, I trust you,” I told her, tapping our foreheads together and closing my eyes as I reveled being in his strong presence. “And if you’re serious about this, then you deserve to know me when I’m having a not-so-good-day.”
“Sweetheart.” Peter placed his hand on the side of my face and stroked his thumb along my cheekbone. “Sweetheart, no matter what happens, I will always want you. You are my soulmate. Mine. The universe picked you, of all people, for me to love and treasure and protect, and I swear I will do those things- and more- until my last dying breath.”
I couldn’t help the tears that began to fall from my eyes at his touching words. I buried my face into his neck and sobbed into him.
“Shh… shh now sweetheart,” he crooned softly, kissing my forehead as he sat up and held me in his arms, rubbing my back as he reassured me that everything would be fine. “Please don’t cry- it breaks my heart when you cry.”
But I still couldn’t stop crying even as Peter held me and kissed me and shushed me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he rumbled, kissing me once more. “Okay?”
“I’m sorry,” I sniffled.
“My sisters were the same way when they were pregnant,” he chuckled. “I understand that it’s just a case of hormonal imbalance and that you can’t help it.”
“You’re right- I can’t help it,” I mumbled, still clinging to him. “Can you hold me, please? For just a little while longer?”
“Of course I can, sweetheart.” I could practically hear the smile in his voice as he shifted me into a much more comfortable position. “Anything for you.”
~xoXox~
I sighed happily as I relaxed further into the bubble bath that Peter had drawn up for me.
“Thank you for caring for me,” I acknowledged him as he fussed around the bathroom.
He turned to face me and dropped to his knees in front of the tub, reaching out to cup the side of my face. “Anything for my sweetheart,” he softly crooned, a clean washrag in hand. “I’m surprised you don’t have blue towels.”
“These Marauder’s Map bath towels only come in green,” I shrugged, watching as he dipped the washrag into the water before wringing it out and pouring body wash onto the fabric. “I oftentimes say that my sisters and I were the first in our family to be sorted into a house other than Slytherin, and that mom and daddy went a bit crazy with back to school shopping when we first attended Hogwarts.”
“What house do you think I’d be in?” Peter asked as he gently scrubbed at my arm, working his way up to my shoulder.
“Probably Slytherin,” I shrugged, giggling at the look he shot me. “What? The house colors are green and silver, the main attributional trails are cunning and ambitious, the-”
Peter cut me off with a sweet kiss before switching to washing the other arm, his hands gentle and soft.
“Malfoy is a little dickwad,” he grumbled.
“Yeah,” I hummed, sighing as he moved onto washing my back. “He is.”
I could tell that Peter loved looking at my tattoos, judging by the way he ran his fingers up and down the wings that had been carefully inked onto my back, his touch as soft as a whispered lullaby. He finished with my back and moved onto my shoulders, gently massaging them as he rubbed the washrag over my tattoos.
I tossed my head back as he swiped the washrag over my tits, the rough fabric feeling heavenly against my swollen breasts. Peter chuckled from deep within his throat, causing for my pussy to start throbbing.
“Someone’s excited,” he teased me.
“You make me excited,” I grumbled as my hips bucked up into his hand. “Do I do the same to you?”
He only guided my hand to his crouch, where I could feel his cock was hard and throbbing even without seeing it.
“Does that answer your question, sweetheart?” he sighed, his head dropping as I gently squeezed. “Fuck sweetheart- stop, please stop!”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” I sat up on my knees and looked up at him with demure eyes.
“No, that felt wonderful,” he murmured, redirecting my hand over to his cheek. “I don’t want to cum. Not now, anyway.”
“What’s your biggest sexual fantasy?” I asked, genuinely curious as he gently worked the washcloth down my front.
“You and me, outside under the stars,” he purred, placing an open mouthed kiss on my shoulder. “Do you have one?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, ducking my head in embarrassment. Peter made a clucking sound with his tongue, tilting my head back up. He cooed gently at my flushed cheeks before bending to kiss them gently.
“You are so fucking adorable,” he told me, placing a loving kiss on my forehead before standing to grab the showerhead and wash the soap off from my body. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”
“And I can’t wait to be yours.” I closed my eyes as little droplets of water hit my face, leaving warmth. “What are you expectations for our wedding night?”
There was a heavy, pregnant pause but I kept my eyes shut still. Then Peter placed his hands on my face.
“Sweetheart…?” He sounded like he had a lump in his throat.
“Peter, please,” I begged, opening my eyes at last and locking onto his green eyes. “Please tell me.”
Peter sighed as he draped a towel around my shoulders and lifted me out of the tub, setting me onto the toilet.
“If you don’t want to have sex on our wedding night, that’s fine,” he murmured, bringing over my underwear and helping me step into it. “If you want to go to the movies, or go grab a burger, or… whatever, we can do that. But if you do decide that you- want me, I will be gentle and treat you like a queen of glass. I will be slow and careful and I’ll try my best not to hurt you. Sweetheart, I will literally kill myself if I ever hurt you.”
“Just… be gentle,” I begged him, holding my arms up as he came over to slide me into a bra. “My first time was almost twenty years ago, so expect for there to be some blood. I bled for two days straight after Eric raped me, which is normal following losing your virginity, did you know that?”
I could tell that Peter was tampering down his anger as he breathed in heavily through his nose.
“Is this okay?” he finally asked, holding up a turquoise and hot pink Raglan crop top and high waisted shorts in a soft creamy black.
“Perfect,” I smiled, letting him roll on deodorant underneath my armpits before slipping the shorts onto my legs. I stood up and went to button them only to have my soulmate bat my hands out of the way. He fell to his knees and skillfully buttoned them up for me, placing a sweet kiss onto my plump stomach.
“Can I do your makeup?” he asked as he tugged my shirt on over my torso. “Please?”
“Sure, my makeup kaboodle is under the sink, the blue one,” I directed him, watching as he set the box up onto the counter and opened it. He quickly got to work, wetting my makeup sponge and dabbing liquid foundation all over my face.
“I haven’t done this in years, so be kind please,” he murmured. “Can you get up onto the counter, please?”
“Sure,” I smiled sweetly at him before moving. The moment I sat down again, he planted a sweet little kiss onto my mouth before beginning to blend the foundation. I just sat there, still and quiet while he made me look beautiful.
“How come I hadn’t noticed this before?” he asked, running his thumb over a small scar on my eyebrow. “What happened here, sweetheart?”
“I fell out of a tree when I was six years old,” I shrugged. “Benjamin was supposed to be watching me, but he was off sucking face with his then girlfriend. Ended up with twenty seven stitches as a lovely souvenir, too!”
“Fuck,” Peter scowled, swooping in and kissing my eyebrow. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“So was Benjamin,” I shut my eyes as he began to sweep on mascara, the wand making me think that a fuzzy black caterpillar was trying to attach itself to my eyelashes. “He rushed me to the hospital and stayed with me until mom got there. She just about killed him in beating him up with her pocketbook.”
“Oh?” Peter hummed, moving onto the other eye, being careful not to accidently poke me.
“Yeah.” I opened my eyes at his tap on my nose to see him recapping the mascara and putting it back into the kaboodle. He next picked up the blush and a big, fluffy brush and lightly dusted it onto my cheeks. He dipped the same brush into a pot of bronzer and swept it across my cheeks as well.
“Hello, beautiful,” he crooned softly, painting my lips with lip gloss in a pinkish red color. “Okay sweetheart- take a look.”
“Wow,” I whistled from in between my teeth as I looked at myself in the mirror. “You got some mad talent!” I thought I did a fairly decent job at doing my makeup, but my soulmate could’ve been a professional makeup artist himself if he didn’t want to do music.
“I did my sisters’ makeup for high school dances and stuff,” he shrugged, putting everything save for the lip gloss away and tucking the kaboodle back underneath the sink. “Even without makeup, you’re still beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Gramercy,” I smiled, hopping off of the counter. “And now, I need to get ready to roll!”
Gramercy, thank you, Old French?
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Claire thought Jones would be a loud crier.
He’s so fucking loud in all other aspects of his life, it makes sense that he would scream, and sob. That he’d take shuddering, heaving breaths and kick his feet like a toddler.
So she didn’t really know how to react to him curled up as small as possible, his face in his knees. The only tell of what he was feeling the slight shake in his shoulders.
He was wearing a thick jumper, the sleeves covering his hands where his arms were wrapped around his legs.
“Um, Jones?”
And when he looked up Claire felt her heart shatter into pieces inside of her.
The silent emotion was so much worse than the loudness she had pictured.
Because the look on Jones’s face, his day-old makeup smeared down his cheeks, his hair both flat and messy, as though he had been tugging and tearing at it.
But the look on his face was of pure hopelessness.
“Are you alright?”
Claire wasn’t a comforting person by nature, but everything in her was screaming to protect this man, to act as though he was a baby bird with a fractured wing she’d found in the garden.
“Claire,” Jones barely choked out. He closed his mouth and shook his head, a new wave of tears dripping down his sharp cheekbones.
she sat down next to him.
“What’s wrong?”
She never much liked Jones, she doesn’t understand what Dan even sees in him. why he lets the loud trendy take up so much space in his life.
And those blue eyes were so much more crystal with salty tears filling them up.
“You don’t know?” He asked. And then he turned himself on the couch to face her, taking one of her hands in both of his.
She recognized the jumper as one of Dan’s.
“Claire, Dan, he-” Jones squeezed his eyes closed, taking a deep breath before looking back at her. “Barley said he jumped. Out the window at Trashbat.He wouldn’t tell me why and Claire, he’s-he’s” his breath hitched, and Claire was mortified as Jones curled into her shoulder, his silent sobs shaking his thin shoulders again.
“I’m sorry,” he was muttering. “I’m sorry.”
“Jones, Dan’s fine.”
Jones wrapped his skinny arms around her, tugging her closer to him.
“He’s not, I know he’s not. I’m sorry I didn’t call, Claire, but I thought you knew that he’s-”
“No, Jones, I’m serious.”
Claire pushed his shoulders and held him at arm’s length.
“Dan’s in hospital, and his back is fucked up and he’s broken both legs and an arm, but he’s fine.”
Jones was as still as a statue.
It was unnerving from a man typically so high energy.
“He sent me here to collect some things for him. I have a list.” She pulled the list out of her back pocket, showing Jones Dan’s scribbled handwriting, the pleas for the patted Walkman and a few of Jones’s mixes.
“He’s alive,” Jones whispered to himself, a look of childlike awe on his face at the list in his fingers. “He’s alive.”
And then he looked up at Claire, and she never thought she’d say it, but the laughter was so much better. So much better than the silence.
#dan ashcroft x jones#nathan barley#jones#claire ashcroft#dan ashcroft#jack writes#i have been thinking about jones bonding with claire for a very long time now and I thought htis was THE BEST situation to force these two#to finally fucking bond
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rating: gen
words: 1.1k
chars: ophelia adair (oc), rudolpho sousa (oc), mentions of chris redfield
warnings: language
just a little snippet set during re6 aka the almost epic redfield-adair divorce fiasco. honestly this was just supposed to be the convo between phi and her mom but. it grew a little.
“Mom, I’m fine.” Ophelia grunted, fumbling for her lighter and keys as she approached her car. It was late, later than she would normally leave the office, but every time she thought she was caught up another debriefing or mountain of paperwork awaited her.
“I’m just saying, we haven’t heard from you in weeks. How are we not supposed to worry when you’re off, gallivanting across the globe - ”
Ophelia snorted. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“You know what I mean.”
Ophelia heaved a sigh and slammed the car door shut. That wasn’t an argument she wanted to dredge up again. Petra Adair never could understand why her oldest daughter wanted put herself in harms way on the regular. Ophelia didn’t blame her. How could anyone understand? Nevertheless, it was an exhausting conversation every time, and Ophelia has little energy left to give. She opened her mouth to reply, hoping to divert the conversation to something - anything - else.
“How’s Chris?”
Her jaw snapped shut.
Not that.
Ophelia’s heart gave a lurch, so sudden it almost knocked the breath out of her. She brought a cigarette to her lips and sparked her lighter. Silence hung in the air for an uncomfortably long moment.
“He’s fine.”
Her mother snorted on the other end of the line.
“Wow. Try a little harder to sound convincing would you?”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” she snapped. “He’s fine!” A lie. “I’m fine!” Another lie.
Christ, she was tired of lying.
“Ophelia Hope, don’t you dare take that tone with me.”
Ophelia rolled her eyes and muttered an apology. There, at least, was some small amount of comfort in knowing that mothers would never change, even when their children were nearly forty. Still, she ran a hand down her face and sighed.
“Look, Mom, it’s been a long day. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Fine. Don’t forget to call your sister on Thursday.”
“I wont.”
“Love you.”
“Yeah. You too.”
Ophelia dropped her phone and settled back in blessed silence.
She hadn’t just been trying to get her mother off the phone when she said it’d been a long day. All her days seemed long after - well, after Edonia. After Chris left.
Her daily check-in with Nivans had gone as well as they normally did. Worse, perhaps. Nivans was growing frustrated after weeks of fruitless searching and it was getting harder by the day for Ophelia to keep from despairing, especially when she had to text Claire.
She didn’t know who she was trying to comfort when she said no news was better than bad news.
“You better not be dead,” she muttered. “If only for Claire’s sake.” She let her eyes rest for a few moments before eventually she sighed, figuring she’d better leave before someone sent security - or worse, Sousa - to check on her.
She turned the keys in the ignition.
Click!
Her stomach dropped.
The engine whirred and sputtered but did not turn on, leaving Ophelia with a sense of dread.
“No no no no no.” She turned the keys again, stifling a scream as her Bronco - normally her most steadfast companion - refused to start.
“God damn it,” she cried, throwing her keys to the side with a yell. In a fit she scrambled from her seat and slammed the door shut. She wiped at her eyes, burning with weeks of pent-up anger and grief. With a cry she whirled on her car and kicked.
“God fucking son of a bitch!” Curses fell from her lips, near incoherent as she kicked repeatedly at her tires.
“Hey - hey!” A strong hand turned her away from her assault on the vehicle and Ophelia fell into Sousa’s arms with a choked sob. Her partner didn’t hesitate to rub small, comforting circles on her back as he held her fast. “Hey, hey. It’s okay.”
“It won’t,” she gasped, “it just fucking broke down.”
Sousa squeezed her tighter.
Ophelia didn’t know how long they stood there in the parking lot, long past midnight by that point, as she cried. She cried for Chris, her husband, her best friend, the one person who should never have left her. She cried for her family, for never knowing if the next call would be the last.
But mostly she cried for herself. She cried for a the simpler life that she deserved but would never see. She cried for her broken heart and aching bones.
Eventually the tears subsided and, feeling suitably sorry for herself, Ophelia pulled away from Sousa and sunk to the ground, letting her head fall back to rest against the side of the car. Sousa settled beside her.
“Shit’s fucked, Phi.”
Ophelia gave a watery laugh.
“Yeah,” she drawled. “Yeah it is.”
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re not coming in the rest of the week.”
Ophelia looked askance at the man.
“On whose orders?”
“Your friend who’s tired of looking at you walking around like a goddamn corpse. And Beckert approved your time off request. Check your email.”
Ophelia raised an eyebrow. “I applied for time off?”
Sousa smirked and shrugged. “Well - someone did anyways.”
Ophelia groaned. “Rudy, the amount of paperwork I’ll have --”
“Can be handled by your lieutenant. Ophelia, with everything going on you need a break. Despite what you may think you’re not invincible.”
“I don’t think I’m...” Ophelia trailed off at Sousa’s look and huffed. “Fine. Fine! I’ll take a few days off. I need to get the damn car fixed now anyways.”
“I’ll send for Hudson’s to pick it up tomorrow. They’ll fix it up and have it dropped back to you before the week is out.” Sousa cocked his head. “Well, probably. I don’t actually know anything about cars but the repairs can’t take that long.”
Ophelia smiled and shook her head, feeling lighter for the first time in weeks. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Easy there, Adair. I’m a married man.”
Ophelia laughed, full and barking. “Fuck off.”
Sousa smiled and stood up with a grunt. He jerked his head towards her car. “Come on. Get your shit and I’ll drop you at home.”
Ophelia took his offered hand and rose to her feet, squeezing her friend’s hand in thanks. She sat back with a sigh several minutes later and turned to look at her friend, Sousa’s eyes fixed on the road in front of them.
“Hey Rudy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Sousa glanced at her and was silent for a long moment.
“I’ll always look out for you, Phi,” he said. “Just like I know you’d do the same for me. We’re partners.”
Ophelia smiled, quick to blink back tears. She refused to cry anymore that night.
“I know. But still, it needs to be said.”
Sousa met her smile.
“You’re welcome.”
#anyways!!!! this is the first thing i've written in................ a long time i'm so sorry it's ://#also not really proofed i just kinda word vomited#oc: ophelia adair#writing tag
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The Unexpected Gift - Part 6
Masterlist
Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.
Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy
Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ as chapters progress. If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk... (I pretty much had this chapter written out last night... Couldn't keep y'all on tender hooks for too long 😅 Got a busy few days ahead so might not be able to write much... hope this will quench your thirst a little 😘)
Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Javier was washing up after María’s dinner when Claire emerged from putting her down. She could feel how tense he was from where she stood, and her expression morphed into one of sympathy.
“You didn’t have to do that.” She said softly as she made her way over to you “You should be resting.”
“Wanted to keep myself distracted.” He mumbled, not taking his eyes off what he was doing.
“Distracted from what?” She asked and he sighed “From her?”
This grabbed his attention and he looked over his shoulder at her.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.” She said simply “You’re in love with her.”
“Yeah well…” He paused a moment, returning his attention to the bowl in his hand “It’s one-sided.”
“I don’t believe that.” She said, shaking her head.
“Well, she rejected me when I lay my heart out for her so I’d say that’s pretty solid proof.” He scoffed.
A hand on his shoulder pulled his attention away from the washing up and to the woman beside him.
“Then she’s an idiot.” She stated.
“Claire,” Javier warned as she stepped closer to him.
“You’re a good man Javier.” She said as she leaned in a little closer “You deserve to be happy.”
“Claire, what are you doing?” He asked, his body tensing as she closed the distance.
“Distracting you.”
As her lips pressed against his, all he could do was stand there in shock. Finally, his brain caught up and he pushed her away, a gasp grabbing his attention and he turned his head to see you standing there. Crying.
“I knew it couldn't have been true.”
Javier felt sick as he watched you sprint out of the apartment. He called after you but you didn’t stop so all he could do was chase after you. He pushed through the pain, he needed to reach you but despite his best efforts.
He was too late.
“Yes." You said as you nodded at Jason "I'll marry you."
The man was too overjoyed to notice the agent stood there but your eyes locked with his, only looking away when Jason kissed you.
He turned away. His heart shattered into a million pieces as he walked back in to see Claire standing there.
“Get out.” He growled, “I no longer, have need, of your services.”
“Javi-“
“GET OUT!” He screamed and she flinched.
“Please… I didn’t mean-“
“To fuck up my chance at happiness?” He spat, venom dripping from every word “I told you I loved her! Now she’s going to marry him.” He spat as he pointed in the direction of your apartment “Get out of my face.”
Claire grabbed her bag and left. Leaving Javier to sob openly in his kitchen as his grief took hold of him. He wanted to go over there and tell you nothing happened. He wanted to scream it in your face but he knew that it was too late now.
You saw what you saw and he would have to live with the consequences. Even if they didn’t belong to him.
He stood there in silence for a while before Steve burst through his door, Connie pleading behind him to stop.
“What the fuck is your problem?’ Steve spat, his eyes burning “She came here to tell you she loved you and you were kissing the nanny?” He spat “You’re a piece of shit Peña.”
“Steve-“ Connie warned.
“I-“ As the adrenaline wore off, everything hit him at once.
His leg throbbed and he felt lightheaded, swaying on his feet a little before he grabbed the counter for support.
‘Javi?” Connie questioned as concern leaked into her features.
“I didn’t kiss her.” Javier replied after a few moments "She kissed me."
“But you kissed her back?” Steve growled, his anger blinding him to all else.
“No.” Javier shook his head “N-no I…”
Javier’s eyes rolled back as his legs gave out beneath him. Steve managed to catch him before he hit the floor and Connie was instantly in medical mode.
“Hold him still.” She ordered as laid him gently on his back “Support his head.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Steve choked as he watched his wife work.
“This isn’t your fault Steve.”
When María started to scream, the couple were at a loss for what to do.
“You need to call her over,” Connie grumbled and Steve sighed.
“She won’t want to.”
“Steve, she needs to.” Connie snapped “Javier’s internally bleedy and he could die if we don’t get him to a hospital so grab the phone, call an ambulance and then call her."
…
You sighed when your phone rang. You suspect it was Javier, trying to explain why he’d been playing tonsil tennis with the nanny despite telling you he loved you not 12 hours previous.
Jason had gone out to get champagne. To celebrate the engagement that you were already second-guessing.
The third time the phone rang, you answered.
“Hello?”
“It’s Steve!” He started and you sighed “I need you to come back to Peña’s, he-“
You didn’t hear the rest. Just slammed down the phone. Jason walked in a few moments later, bottle in hand and a grin plastered across his face.
“Baby Peña doesn’t sound happy.” He chuckled as he placed the bottle down and grabbed some glasses.
…
“She hung up.” He snapped before tossing his partner’s phone aside and returning his attention to Javier.
“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.” Connie growled as she started to lose her cool.
“What?”
“He’s going into shock.” She choked “Where’s that ambulance?”
…
“To us.” Said Jason as he raised his glass in a toast “To our bright future.”
You nodded your head and smiled at him. Bringing the glass to your lips before the two of you were cut off by sirens and flashing lights.
“What the?…”
Both of you placed your glasses on the table before the two of you sprinted out the door in time to see Javier getting wheeled out on a stretcher. Connie, clutching María, and Steve behind him.
“What happened?” You called out but no one answered you.
So you just watched as they clambered into the ambulance and disappeared down the street. You couldn't get the image of Javier on that gurney, mask strapped to his face as a tearful Connie and Steve chased after it, out of your head.
"What an earth happened to Peña?" Jason asked and you wanted to hit him.
You happened to him. That's what.
...
The hospital wait was torture.
Steve and Connie had taken it in turns to care for Marie whilst the other rang the neighbour to update her on Javier, and check up on Olivia. This was not how they'd expected to utilise her offer to sit. They were supposed to be in a restaurant, enjoying each other's company a while but when you'd called Connie to tell her what had happened... Steve had seen red.
"If I hadn't have flipped at him then this wouldn't have happened." Steve sobbed from his seat and Connie rubbed his back affectionately.
"Steve, he reopened his wound because he was walking around when he should have been resting." She stated, "This is not your fault."
"What was he even doing, up and about?"
"chasing after me." You piped up as you emerged in the waiting room, looking as guilty as you felt.
"What, why?" Steve asked and you sighed.
"I don't know, but after I caught him kissing the sitter, I ran out and I heard him calling after me." You stated, shaking your head as the memory returned "He was leaning against my door when I said yes to Jason."
"Shit." Steve grumbled as he scraped a hand over his face "He said before he collapsed he didn't kiss her."
"Oh, he was kissing her all right." You scoffed and Connie sighed.
"He said she kissed him. Perhaps she did." She suggested and you felt a sharp, ice-cold, guilt grip your heart at the thought you might have jumped to the wrong conclusion "Javier's been so hung up on you. I find it hard to believe that..." Connie trailed off as she thought about what you'd told them both a few moments before "You said yes to Jason?"
You nodded gingerly, allowing yourself to fall back into the chair behind you and sob.
"It was a spur of the moment thing." You confessed "I was so angry at Javier that I thought... Maybe I was just safer marrying Jason."
Connie gave you a sad smile as you let out a choked sob, head falling back against the wall as you willed your tears to stop.
"I should have heart him out." You said after a few moments "I should have stopped and let him speak but instead, I've agreed to marry a man I'm not even in love with."
"You have time to make this right hun." said Connie softly as you rocked a fussing Maria in her arms "But for now, I think it's best you head home. Give him some time to heal."
You nodded numbly as your eyes drifted to the infant in Connie's arms.
"Do you want me to talk her home?" You asked, "Can take care of her whilst you both focus on Javi."
"That would be great." Admitted Connie as she stood so she could hand the child over to you "I'll call you when we have an update."
You nodded in thanks and placed a soft kiss on the crown of Maria's head as she settled in your arms.
How were you going to fix this mess?
...
Jason was surprised when you walked through the door with a baby in your arms and tears in your eyes. He swiftly walked to your side and pulled you into his arms as you sobbed.
"What happened?" He asked as he wiped away your tears.
"I'm in love with Javier." You confessed and he stepped back in shock "I went to tell him this evening, and found him kissing Claire in the kitchen." You continued, eyes locked on Jason's as you spoke your truth "I left, came here and I agreed to marry you because I was hurt... Not because I'm in love with you."
"Oh." He said, his head dropping as he processed what you said.
"Jason I'm so sorry." You choked "I do love you I just... I'm not in love with you."
A tense silence hung over you.
"That can come with time." He said with a shrug a few moments later as he looked up at you again "This doesn't have to mean the end of us."
"What?"
"I still want to marry you." He continued, grabbing your arms with a new sense of purpose "You know Javier will never commit to you. I mean he was kissing the nanny for god's sake!"
"He didn't-"
"I will never, ever, cheat, or lie, or deceive you." He promised, "I will always choose you."
You stood there a moment and pondered his words. On the one hand, you could still have a chance with Javier but on the other, you could live a life with a man you know won't ever hurt you. Your heart was telling you to pick Javier, to go for it with the man that excited you in ways you'd never experienced before but your head was telling you to play it safe.
To pick Jason.
"Okay." You said after a few moments of silence and he beamed at you.
"Okay." He repeated with a nod, kissing you sweetly as you fell into his arms.
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Javier woke to the familiar beeping of hospital equipment and he groaned. Why was he here again?
"Welcome back to the land of the living." Steve sniggered when as he watched his partner slowly surface "Gave Con and me one heck of a scare."
"What happened?" He groaned as he shifted on the uncomfortable bed.
"Well, you tore a few stitches attempted to run before you could walk and started to slowly bleed out. Been out a few days but the doc said you're gonna be fine. As long as you don't do anything stupid!" Steve stated, "What the hell were you thinking man?"
"I was trying to explain to the woman I love that I wasn't a cliché asshole that sleeps with the nanny." Javi growled "Claire kissed me and it kinda took me by surprise. Took my brain a second to catch up but I pushed her away and then-"
"Yeah." Steve said as he mumbled your name "She told us the rest."
"I need to talk to her." He said as his heart started to ache "To explain that I didn't do anything."
"She knows." Steve stated "You told us you didn't kiss her before you blacked out. She came by the hospital and we told her but Javi..." Steve trailed off a moment, a sadness filling his features "They're still getting married."
"What?" The agent yelled "No... She can't!"
"She wants security." Steve said, "And Jason can give that to her."
"And I can't?" Peña snapped.
"I don't know brother." Steve confessed, "Can you?"
Javier didn't get a chance to answer. Connie stepped into the room with a face Javi had not expected to see.
"Hey, Mijo." Said Chucho as he walked over to Javi's bedside "Looks like you made a bit of a mess of yourself." He chuckled.
"What are you doing here pops?"
"Well, I came to meet my granddaughter and to babysit my son." He said, smirking at Javi "Apparently you've set your recovery back a fair bit so I've managed to get some cover on the ranch and will be here for as long as you need me."
"Thanks pops," Javier said as a single tear escaped his tired eyes.
His life was a mess right now but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to have his father there with him. So later that day, when Javier was discharged with strict instructions to rest, Steve drove the two Peña men home. Connie was waiting in his apartment, an oblivious María in her arms, but when the little girl saw her father hobbling in she screeched in delight.
"Hello, Mija." Javier gushed as he allowed his father and partner to lower him to the couch "Papi missed you too." He said as Connie handed him the infant.
"So this is her?" Chucho asked as he sat beside his son, grinning at the child as she looked up at him in awe.
"Maria..." Javier started and she looked up at him with her big brown eyes "This is your Abuelo." He said sweetly before handing her over to the older Peña.
Maria was, immediately, taken with Chucho and everyone chuckled as she started to climb onto him so she could settle on his shoulder.
"I think she's got a new favourite." Teased Steve and Javier giggled at that.
"Hey." Came a small voice and they all looked up at you as you gingerly stepped inside "I just wanted to say hi." You said softly, not moving from your spot in the kitchen.
"Who's this?" Chucho asked and Javier sighed.
"This is my neighbour." He replied, saying your name in as civil a manner as he could.
"This is the girl?" His father asked and Javier nodded sadly.
"Well, I don't want to intrude so I'll leave this here." You said as you placed the flowers you'd brought on the table along with a small toy you'd gotten for María "It was nice to meet you."
"We were just about to have lunch." Chucho piped up and Javier glared at his father "Would you like to join us?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to get in the way."
"You won't." The man waved off "Besides, I want to get to know the girl that caught my boy's attention."
"Pops." Javier warned but Chucho ignored his son "What are you up to?"
Chucho only winked before passing María back to his son and getting up from his seat. Connie and I bought some fresh sandwiches, there are plenty." He said as he pulled the food from the fridge and started to arrange them onto a large plate "Help yourselves." He stated before placing Javi's favourites onto a small plate and carrying them over to him.
You all ate and talked, smiles being shared all around but Javier suffered in silence as he saw the ring glitter on your finger every time you took a bite of your food.
Javier started to shift in his seat, trying to push himself up but Steve stopped him in his tracks.
"Woah... what are you doing?"
"I need to pee Murphy," Javier growled, rolling his eyes in frustration.
"Let me help you." His partner said as he went to put his plate down.
"I don't need you helping me piss."
"I'll take him." You piped up as you stood up and made your way over "Not like I haven't helped you before." You said, shrugging your shoulders and helping the agent stand.
There was an awkward silence between the two of you as you helped him hobble to the bathroom. You waited outside for him to finish, entering again when he called for you and then helped him pull his underwear and sweats back up.
You were about to step off when he stopped you, grabbing your shoulders so that he could turn you to face him.
"I didn't kiss Claire." He said, eyes glistening with fresh tears "I swear to you that I didn't... She kissed me and I..."
"I know Javier." You said softly as you gave him a sad smile.
"Then why are you marrying him?"
"Because he's the safe choice." You answered honestly "Because there's no chance of him hurting me."
"I-"
"You can't promise me that, Javier." You said, shaking your head at him "You can't tell me that someone prettier won't catch your eye one day."
"Goddammit, woman!" Javier growled before smashing his lips against yours.
The kiss was messy and passionate and everything you'd ever dreamed of. His hand cupped your cheek as his tongue sought entrance and you gave it gladly, moaning at the sensation of your tongues dancing. Your heart hammered in your chest as he finally parted from you and your eyes locked.
"I'm so in love with you." He breathed against your lips "I want to give you everything... If you'll let me."
"I'm with Jason." You panted.
"You don't have to be." He pushed and you sighed.
"I know."
The two of you stood there a moment, drinking each other in before finally, you helped Javier back out to the lounge. Your lips still tingled from the kiss you shared with Javier and your heart wouldn't slow. You thought about what he'd said to you.
How you didn't have to be with Jason.
You could follow your heart rather than your head. You just wondered if you had the strength to do it.
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oneshot : d.r
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title : first love / late spring
song : first love / late spring - mitski
! tw : mentions of cheating, mentions of animal being put down !
p.s : english is my second language and i’m sorry about any mistakes :)
her light brown eyes admire the freckles on his back, counting each one with the tip of her light blue painted nail, her fingernail running down his bare back as his hand held onto the silk covers that covered their naked bodies from the cold air of the room - but she knew that air would hit her skin eventually when her mind would tell her to leave at the middle of the night.
“will you leave again claire?” his voice sounded weak, almost sad in her mind, but she tried to push the thought away as her heart slowly broke, “i think so daniel,” she says softly, her finger nail stopping the tracing it did around one of his freckles, her eyes closing as she tries to soak in the silence she would rarely get.
he was her first love, her first kiss, her first touch, her first sex partner, he was her first everything, a person she would never grow bored of and a person that would consume her mind eternally, but the pain in her heart when she thought about what he did to her caused her to drift away.
thinking of another woman’s hands on the skin she adored touching, tracing his tattoos that she loved so much the next morning - and the fact he slipped back into their warm bed that they shared so easily without a second thought just a few hours later made her feel physically sick.
“what do you fucking mean! this was going to hurt me in the end! did you think i would never find out?!” she yelled at him, “i’m not fucking stupid daniel!” her voice was raised, loud and her finger pointed at her chest, her eyes were filling with tears as she looked away from the male that has just broken her heart so easily in two - the female using her palms to cover her eyes as she felt a lump form in her throat,
“why would you do that to me daniel?” she cried, her voice shaking, she wished she could stay angry at him, keep yelling at him, slap him in the fact and kick him out of their shared home so easily - but it was so utterly painful - “i don’t know claire…i’m so sorry.” he uttered out, the female feeling a disbelief bubbling in her chest as she slowly removed the ring off her ring finger and she threw it at the male, the ring landing right at his feet as his dark brown eyes stare down at it, tears lining his eyes,
“claire-“
“pack your shit - i want you out of here by tomorrow night. i don’t care where you go daniel. i don’t want you here.” she says as she walks off to their bedroom, packing a small bag with whatever her teary eyes could see and she left. jogging down to her car and driving away to a friends house, knowing she couldn’t even stay in the same room as the male at the moment.
“i’m sorry claire.” his voice speaks out, cracking slightly, “i ruined the only thing in my life that was stable and beautiful and i’m so sorry about that…” he mutters out, the female holding back from taking ahold of his hand and squeezing it tightly, but the covers were the thing in her hands, the female slowly slipping them away as daniel turned away from her, hearing her slowly put all of her clothes back on, tie her hair in a low ponytail and hold back the tears in her eyes as she sat back down on the bed.
her eyes staring at the shirt on the floor, realising she slipped on daniel’s shirt because of pure habit, her eyes filling with tears as she heard the small sobs slip from his throat,
he wasn’t a crier, he would always have a bright smile on his lips that would look so beautiful in claire’s eyes, he would always hide the fact he was upset and he would always try to be positive - and in the 10 years she’s known the male who laid besides her, he’s only cried twice, one being the time their first pet together died - that being a ginger cat who unfortunately developed cancer and had to be put down.
the late spring air from the open window blew onto claire’s exposed shoulders, causing shivers to develop down her back as she laid down besides daniel, pressing her forehead against his back as her hands tightly gripped onto his, her eyes filling with tears as his body shook under her grip, his sobs filling the room as she felt her heart crack and her stomach turning - his pain made her physically sick, his pain was hers and she felt the pain in his heart in hers.
“i love you daniel…so much,” she mutters against his back, placing a gentle peck on his rib, “i-i love you claire. fuck i’m so sorry,” he sobbed out, he knew that claire would need time to erase the taste of another woman’s lips off his lips - the touch of another woman’s fingertips on his skin.
but she was his first love, his beloved claire, the woman he wanted to marry, the woman he wanted to have children with, the woman who got happy over seeing a cat walk across the road, or she was tempted to always stroke a dog whenever one would walk past with its owner.
she consumed his heart so many years back and he never wanted it back - she looked after it so well, loved it so much,
the metal of the ring on her ring finger pressed against his arm, causing hot tears to run down his cheeks, the female whispering sweet words into his ear, easing his quickly beating heart,
“it’s okay darling…i’ll stay tonight.” and i’ll hold you until i erase the thoughts from my mind and my mind is consumed with just you again.
a/n : i’ve been wanting to post a oneshot on here for like ages but i’ve been too nervous but i’m proud of this one and hope you guys enjoyed <3
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i won't let you down
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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Bucky helps you and gives you hope.
word count: 1.196 words.
warnings/tags: very brief mention of domestic violence, the winter soldier coming to help you.
author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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BUCKY POV
It was the fourth month he was living in the same building as you, concretely, in the apartment next to yours. Since the very first moment you met in the lift, you were extra kind with him and he couldn’t help but think that you were hiding some kind of intentions, until the days passed away and he discovered it was part of your naturality. He remembered, as if it happened yesterday, the first morning he knocked on your door asking for some coffee and you practically invited him to have breakfast together. You two talked about your part-time job in a cafeteria by morning, close to the neighborhood, and another one in a book shop by evenings. Bucky was fascinated by how much you used the hours of your days, letting you work out and have long walks in Central Park.
And he also remembered the night you knocked on his door for the first time, after hearing him having some nightmares and not being able to go back to sleep. The walls seemed like thin paper. He didn’t get it out of his head that time he heard you crying in your room, in the small hours, after a fight with your boyfriend. A punk who didn’t deserve an angel like you. On all the occasions you two argued, Bucky wanted to intervene, but he didn’t because what was his right.
Until a night where the heated talk escalated too quickly to swearings coming from him, and a painful scream coming from your lips after a loud hit. Bucky kicked the door down without doubting, panting furious and breaking into your apartment like a bat out of hell. As soon as he reached the living room and saw you crying and lying on the floor, all his rage contained during months got concentrated on the same point. Five cold fingers closing in a big and dangerous fist.
“Who the fuck are you?” Your boyfriend spat raving mad.
“A guy who’s gonna disappoint his therapist for breaking rule number two”. The soldier hissed, not giving time to the other to react.
With his left hand grabbing your boyfriend’s throat, Bucky pinned him to the nearest wall with so much uncontrollable strength that he almost opened a hold in it, straight to his own house.
“Listen to me now, you son of a bitch”. Their faces were separated barely for a couple of inches, drinking each other’s breathing. “If I see you coming again, laying a finger on her… I promise I’ll turn your life into a damn nightmare”.
Bucky could see the horror borning in his eyes when your boyfriend recognized him. That voice. Those blue orbs. The metallic fingers cutting off the air from his lungs. He was in the news for a long time. The Winter Soldier. One of those freaks with superpowers, with the difference that he was a trained assassin. Only a fool wouldn’t obey his threat. But for some reason, Bucky wasn’t able to loosen the hold around the other man, driven by the desire he had for killing him. After all the suffering he made you go through, after all the nights hearing you crying, after all the time waiting for your boyfriend to change. He wanted to end his life.
“Bu— Bucky”. Your weak sobs brought him back to reality. To New York. To the year twenty twenty-one. To the new century.
As if it was an automatic act, his fingers opened making your boyfriend fall to the floor. Coughing, choking with his own saliva and the lack of air. The poor coward ran away before Bucky could blink twice. Shaking his head to shut up the voices inside his head claiming him to chase the man, he turned around and squatted next to you. A thin thread of blood poured out from the upper right corner of your lip, as your cheek was burning in pain after the punch. The soldier held you onto his arms, listening to the sound of the police sirens coming. Probably some neighbor called them, fed up with the fights inside your house.
You were crying inconsolably and ashamed when he walked into his apartment, placing you with so much care on his sofa. Bucky didn’t utter a syllable, heading to his bathroom to take something to fix you up. He had a good medical kit since he didn’t want to visit any kind of hospital. Coming back to you, the soldier knelt next to you, feeling a knot inside his chest pressing out his skin. He wetted a cotton in hydrogen peroxide and placed his warm free hand on your untouched cheek to urge you to raise your head towards him. You couldn’t help but draw a grimace of pure soreness that broke his heart in one million pieces.
“Sorry…” Bucky murmured, earning your look filled up with sadness. “I, uh… I wanted to… So many times, I…”
“Thank you… for saving me”. You stuttered in low tears, while he continued healing your lip and cleaning the blood on it. “You’re a… good man, James”.
“I just did what I had to”.
“We’re… more than fifty persons living here… And you’ve been the one who has saved me”.
Knocks on his door interrupted your little chat, causing him to frown as the two of you heard it was the NYPD. Bucky left a delicate caress on your cheek before standing up and attending the call. The cops came into his house without asking if they could, knowing very well the man who was living there.
“Ma’am, you okay?” One of the officers inquired walking closer.
“Yeah, it was… I just… slip off to the fl—”. Tell them about your, now, ex-boyfriend wasn’t an option for you, feigning a soft chuckle as you cleaned the tears in your eyelids.
“His boyfriend hit her”. But Bucky interrupted you.
“And you helped her, mister Barnes?”
“Yeah, and she’s gonna make a complaint”.
That wasn’t an option for you either, but by the look coming from his eyes, you knew it was the only one for him. You couldn’t persuade him.
“Ma’am?”
Bucky licked his bottom lip, shortening the distance between both to grab his cozy and baggy black hoodie to offer it to you. He was determined to help you. He really wanted your welfare.
“C’mon”. He almost begged you in a whisper, shaking briefly his hand holding the piece of clothing to convince you of taking the good road. “I’ll be with you, I promise. I won’t let you down… Not again”.
It took you a couple of seconds to nod your head, getting up from his sofa being helped by the cold hand showing up. Bucky made you wear his hoodie, with so much careless to not touch your right cheek still burning because of the pain. Under the attentive look of the cops, he placed his flesh arm over your shoulders, not caring about the lack of distance when you clung yours around his waist and tried to hide your face on his chest. For the first time since you started that toxic relationship, you felt safe. You felt liberated.
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Gone Too Soon
Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: You and Leon end up having a miscarriage and he heavily blames himself. Now he wants to try again.
WARNINGS: miscarriage, cursing, alochol as a coping mechanism, depression, self doubt, oral sex (m&f), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (stay safe my friends!)
A/N: I know this is a VERY touchy subject. I personally have never had a miscarriage but I know someone who has so this may not be 100% accurate. Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it sucks😅
Lennox is pronounced Len (rhymes with pen) nox (Nyx like the makeup brand or Nick's)
Leon never really wanted to have kids. With your all's job and the world that everyone was living in with B.O.W.s and death knocking on the door, the last thing he ever wanted was bringing another life into it. So when you first told him you were pregnant, it didn't settle well with him. Leon didn't see himself as the parenting type and the thought of something happening to you or the baby terrified him. But now that you both had accepted it and you were now 7 weeks pregnant, Leon couldn't be happier. He was always rubbing and littering your lower belly with kisses, telling it how much he loved the little being growing inside of you.
"I hope we have a girl." Leon said while you two were laying in bed. His right hand was gently rubbing your belly while he had his left arm around you, pulling you to his chest.
"As long as they have your blue eyes, I don't care what we have." You said smiling moving a strand of your husband's blonde hair out of his face. Even though he was only in his black sweatpants, you couldn't help but think of how handsome he was. Leon rolled his eyes smiling, kissing you and your belly goodnight.
A few hours later you rolled out of bed to head to the bathroom. You had thought that your bladder was just full and the pressure was just from having to relive yourself. When Leon awoke from you screaming his name, he thought someone had come in and attacked you. He jumped out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom door busting it open.
"Babe! What's wro-." Leon stood to doorway of the bathroom and found you laying on the floor with your hands and disheveled h/c locks covering your face and crying your eyes out. You had removed your sleep pants and underwear and he tried his best to look away from them and what was on them. He sat on the floor beside you and pulled you in his lap; your head on his bear chest as you sobbed while your hands were in fists. He rubbed your back trying to soothe you and trying to ignore the aching pain in his heart. After a few minutes your cries of pain turned into faint sobs.
"We need to go to the hospital, Sweetheart. We need to see what's going on" Leon said just above a whisper. He knew in his mind exactly what happened. You both did, but he needed to make sure you yourself was actually okay physically.
*****
It had been ten months since you and Leon had lost the baby. To say Leon was depressed was an understatement. At the beginning of the loss he stayed strong for your sake. Always telling you it wasn't your fault, you didn't disappoint him, and that he loved you more than anything else in the world. But he was so focused on you and your grieving, that he never got to properly grieve himself. He started drowning himself in alcohol again to numb the pain and became more aggressive towards Claire and Chris. Tonight was no different when you got a call at 8pm from Claire.
"Y/N... Its Leon... He's been drinking too much and he's refusing to head home." She said in a sad voice. Your heart sank at the thought of Leon drowning himself in alcohol instead of coming to you.
"I'll be right there, Claire. Can you and your brother keep an eye on him for me until I get there?"
"Of course."
You grabbed your jacket and car keys and headed out to where Claire said Leon was.
When you parked the car outside of the bar, you saw Claire standing outside of it. She walked over to you after you got out of the car and pulled you into a tight hug.
"Are you doing okay? I haven't seen you since..." Claire cut herself off not wanting to cross any lines.
"I'm doing the best I can. I just want to get Leon back to the house though and get some sleep." Claire nodded and the two of you headed into the building. When you entered you caught Chris with his hand on Leon's arm, trying to force his attention causing Leon to shove him away forcefully.
"WILL YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE, REDFIELD."
"NOT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND HEAD BACK HOME TO YOUR WIFE."
"GUYS!" Claire shouted, forcing the two to look over at her and Leon's eyes to focus on your form standing beside her. You walked over to stand beside Leon, causing Chris to move out of way and stand beside Claire. You placed your hand on top of his shoulder, looking into his broken eyes.
"Babe, I-"
"Not now, Leon." You softly said cutting him off. "Please, just come home." Your voice shaking. It took him a few moments but he gave a slight nod before picking up his leather jacket and heading towards the exit. You looked other at Chris and he gave you a sad smile while Claire told you to call her if you needed anything.
The drive back home was silent between the two of you. You focused on driving while Leon looked back and forth between the outside window and his lap, the alcohol slowly wearing off. When you arrived back your place, you hopped into the shower to de-stress yourself. When you walked back into the living room, you saw Leon sitting on the couch, eyes shut, hand on a glass of whiskey that was sitting on his thigh. You walked over to the sit beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, your head on his chest. You felt Leon relax to your touch as he let out a deep sigh.
"Leon... We need to talk about this."
Leon went to bring the glass of alcohol up to his lips, but your hand on top of the glass and staled his movements. He looked down into your e/c eyes before pulling away and placing the glass on the coffee table.
"I'm so fucking sorry... Its my fault we lost the baby." Leon said looking down to the floor trying to hold back his tears.
"What the hell are you-"
"I didn't want kids. I never wanted kids. And I was so upset when I first found you were pregnant and blamed myself for not being careful enough." He said looking into your eyes facing you. "But then I got so fucking happy. I started loving the idea of seeing the first sonogram, hearing the heartbeat, feeling the kicks in your belly, you being called "mommy", and having another reason to keep this shithole we call the world safe." You noticed his voice started shaking more and tears were on the verge of escaping his now dull blue eyes. You weren't going to speak just yet, no matter how hard you wanted to cry. He needed to get everything out. Leon looked down at your wedding ring, and held onto your hand like his life depended on it.
"I thought three years ago when we got married that having you as my wife was the best feeling in the world and losing you would kill me. But us having a family was best feeling in the world and it was taken away from me because I was too selfish and scared in the beginning. And I want kids now but I'm terrified of them being taken away from me like this again." he said allowing his tears finally fall.
You wrapped your arms around his shaking form and laid down in the couch, situation yourself so he could lay his head on your chest. You gently ran your fingers through his soft golden locks to soothe him, letting your tears fall as well.
"Leon... this is not your fault and its absolutely NOT the world punishing you. You were scared and didn't know what to do. Hell, I was terrified." You lifted up his face to have him focus on you, gently stroking his stubbley cheek with your thumb.
"But you can NOT blame yourself for this. I love you too fucking much to see you fight yourself and think that world is punishing you for being scared." Your were crying in full force now. Leon gently grabbed the back of your neck, placing a gentle and loving kiss on your lips. You kissed him back smiling. Leon slowly pulled away, letting your noses still touch.
"I love you too, Angel." He said smiling, running his finger through your soft h/c locks. He paused for a moment, thinking about you, your lives, and everything that you both had been through. He looked into your e/c eyes with his loving blue ones.
"I want us to try again. I want a baby. Please, Sweetheart?"
Your heart swelled at the words coming from him. You've been wanting to try again over the last month, but were terrified of the outcome. But more than that you were willing to risk it all to have a family with the love of your life. With a giant smile on your face you said "Yes, Leon.".
That was all he needed to hear before he captured your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he pulled closer to his body. Leon’s tongue gently licked your lips for an entrance that you happily allowed, making you quietly moan and sent shivers down your spine. His started slowing lifting your t-shirt up to caress your breasts and removed your bra while kissing down your neck leaving gentle bite marks. You let out a sigh and pushed Leon's jacket off of him, making him discard it somewhere on the floor. Leon wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up to head to the bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you smiling.
"Aww, no couch sex this time?" You joked pouting your lips. Leon chuckled and peck your lips. He leaned back and removed his shirt revealing his toned body. You felt yourself getting more hot by the looking at the man above you who you loved for than life its self . As you scanned his body you noticed in his tight jeans that he was just as excited as you were. You reached your hands out to his waist to undo his belt when his hands gently grabbed your wrists. Leon looked down at you with his now dark navy blue lust and love filled eyes before placing your hands down to your sides.
"Not yet, Sweetheart." He said in a sultry voice causing your arousal to heighten. Leon removed your jeans in one swift motion. You look down at him as he place his large calloused hands on waist line of your panties, slowly pulling them off. The cool air caused you too shiver as it met your hot wet folds. You let out a quiet moan as he began kissing your inner thigh.
"Fuck. your soaking, Babe." Leon said while collecting your wetness.
"Leon... Please" you moaned. He smiled and gave your clit a gentle kiss before giving your heat the attention your body had been craving. His slow licks over your folds and feeling of facial hair rubbing against you set a fire inside of you. You felt your stomach begin to tighten when he began licking circles on your sensitive bud. Leon pushed your thighs up and further apart, giving him better access to suck on your clit and folds. A loud moan left your lips at the feeling and you tugged on his silky blonde locks. Leon moaned at the sting on his scalp, lavishing in the feeling and taste of your juices. He slowly inserted his index and in middle fingers into your wet cavern, rubbing that sensitive spot inside of you.
"Fuuck, Leon." You moaned bucking your hips against his tongue and fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers, signaling that you were close to your high. Leon moved his fingers faster, making your back lift off the bed and toes curl. Your orgasm took over your body, leaving you breathless. Your body shook and your juices soaking the sheets. Leon removed his fingers from inside you to lick off the mess on them and rubbed your thighs. He gently kissed your lips, allowing you to taste your release.
"You good, baby?" He said smirking while resting his forehead against yours. Catching your breath, you smiled.
"Better than good. But I think its only fair if I pay you back." You said smirking. Leon sat on his knees and allowed your hands removed his belt. With his help you removed his jeans and boxer briefs. His hard dick hit right below his belly button, the tip an angry red with a little bit of precum making your mouth drool. You positioned yourself so that you were sat up a little but still laying down and he was above you. You placed your hands around him and gently started stroking then up and down. Leon took a deep breath as you ran you thumb over his sensitive head before slowly taking him into your mouth. His length was hot and heavy on your tongue and the taste of his precum only turned you on more. You swirled your tongue around his tip and gently kissed it before kissing up from his pelvis to his faint happy trail while you continued to stroke him.
"God, you're going to be the end of me." Leon moaned out, looking into your e/c while gently stroking your cheek. Your smirked and popped him back into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while stroking what couldn't fit into your mouth. Leon gently pulled you away kissed your lips, making you lay back down. You looked up at him confused.
"Not tonight, Babygirl.". He said before he slowly slid himself inside of you, kissing your forehead. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of him stretching your tight walls.
"Fuck..." Leon groaned at how tight you were. He moved his hips at a slow but deep pace while nipping at your neck collar bone. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him as close to you as physically possible so your bodies were flushed against each other. He slowly started picking up his pace, lifting your legs around his waist so he could hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your body felt like it was in fire, your nails digging into his back. Your walls hugged him like a vice, showing that you were close, making him moan into your neck.
"I love you." He whispered, his ocean eyes staring in yours with your foreheads and noses touching.
"I lo- love you too, Leon. So much." You said as you felt almost reaching your high. Leon placed his thumb on clit, tracing circles around. You moaned loudly, Leon kissing you passionately as you came hard. As you felt yourself come undone, your second orgasm much more intense than the first; you felt Leon cum inside of you. The warmth of his seed soothing your aching walls, he gently pulled away from the kiss. He rubbed his nose against yours while gently rubbing your sides with him still inside of you as he began softening. Both of you held each other close, trying to catch your breathes. After a few minutes, Leon slowly pulled himself out of you, both of you whimpering as you missed the feeling of each other. He pulled you close, laying your head on top of his chest and wrapping the covers over the both of you.
"You okay?" Leon asked tired while stroking your cheek. You moved a strand of his disheveled hair out of his face.
"I've never been better." You said with a tired smile, bringing him into a gentle kiss. "I love you, Leon." You said.
Leon smiled, pulling you closer to him.
"I love you more.".
****
"The files for the new job are in the manila envelope over there." You said pointing to the kitchen island.
"Another? I just came back from one." Leon said as he walked over to you.
"Yeah, but apparently were working on this one together." You said shrugging your shoulders.
Leon sat down at the island and opened the envelope and saw some papers and another white envelope. Leon looked over the papers and saw that one was actually a blood test from the doctor's and one thing stood out to him
Y/N Kennedy:
Pregnancy Test- Positive
Leon stared at the words in front of him for a moment in awe. He jumped from where he was sitting, knocking the bar stool over, and ran over to you gently placing his hands on your belly.
"You're pregnant?! How far along are you?!" Leon asked excited.
You laughed at how he was basically acting like a kid getting the best Christmas present he could have gotten.
"Yup. I'm 10 weeks and the baby is as healthy as they can be."
Leon picked you up in his strong arms and gently twirled you around kissing you.
"You still have another thing to open, Kennedy." You said when he set you down, handing him the little envelope.
Leon looked at you and opened it. In the envelope were sonogram pictures. Leon felt tears fall down his face as he looked at the pictures. The pictures that symbolized your loved for each other. The little creation that was made out of the of you. Leon slightly jumped as he felt you wrapped your arms about his waist from beside him and kiss his chest; he instinctively wrapped his left arm around your shoulder pulling you close.
"So, Mr. Kennedy. Are you ready to complete this mission with me?" You said looking up and smiling.
Leon set the sonogram down before wiping the tears from his face. He gently kissed your lips "Always, Mrs. Kennedy.".
****Epilogue****
Leon stepped through the front door of the house barley getting his shoes off before he heard the thumping of little feet.
"DADDY! I MISSED YOU." Your three-year-old daughter came running towards Leon and jumped into his arms.
Leon smiled at the girl with cute freckles and moved a strand of her h/c hair out of her face, gently kissing her forehead.
"Hi Princess, I missed you too. Where's Mommy?" He asked.
"I'm in here." You called from your shared bedroom.
"C'mon Daddy!" Your daughter said, as her gorgeous bright blue eyes she got from her father sparkled.
"Lennox, why don't you go grab a book for Daddy to read to you for bed?" you said.
"Okay, Mommy!" Lennox ran as fast as her little legs could take her into her bedroom to grab her book. Leon smiled at you. You were in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers that you had been wearing to bed as of late
“I missed my girls" Leon said while wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands landing on the small bump of your stomach. "He giving you a hard time?" He ask as he kissed your shoulder and laid his head on the crook of your neck. Leon could tell you were exhausted by how you relaxed immediately in his arms.
"Yeah, I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. Nyx was never this terrible when I was pregnant with her. He's going to be a stubborn pain in the ass like you". You said smiling causing Leon to laugh. He gently turned you around and kneeled down so he was at eye level with your belly and placed a gentle hand on it.
"Listen here little buddy. Give your mom a break okay? She's amazing and loves you very much. But she can't handle too us or she'll lose her shit." He gently spoke. You both felt a little kick from inside, almost like the little one was responding to you making you both laugh.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page kiddo." Leon said while kissing your stomach.
"I GOT IT!!" Lennox announced as she came back into the bedroom. Leon picked her up and carefully threw her over his shoulder making her laugh hysterically as he carried her into her room. You followed them into Lennox’s room and smiled as Leon kneeled down next to her bed and began tickling and giving her kisses. Once your daughter was asleep, the two of headed to bed yourselves. You laid down beside your husband and he began rubbing your belly again.
“'Not father material my ass" you said chuckling.
Leon rolled his eyes smiling before kissing your forehead. “I wouldn’t have this any other way.” He said looking into your eyes.
“Me either. I love you Leon Scott Kennedy.”
“I love you more Y/N Kennedy."
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Gotta Trust Each Other
Request: The reader is the girlfriend of Sam Wilson and the reader has the flu, and Sam wants to take care of her, but he has to go on a mission. When he comes home he sees Steve cuddling with the reader. He thinks that she cheated on him, but Steve says she asked if he could cuddle her, but she is not cheating on him. With fluff, thanks
A/N: Thank you so much for the request, @maximeevansblog! I decided to switch the story up just slightly (reader gets a devastating phone call, instead of having the flu). I hope that’s okay! I wasn’t too confident with this one, but I hope you like it! Enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)
Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem! Reader
Warnings: angst/fluff, hospitalization, cursing
When you receive the news, you’re standing in the kitchen, with Steve across from you. Sam was away on a mission with Bucky and wouldn’t be back until later.
Holding your phone to your ear, you grasp it tightly and stare at the countertop. Tears start to run down your face and Steve looks up at you, brows furrowed with worry.
“Okay, thank you for letting me know. I’ll have my phone by me. Please call me with any updates,” you say, hanging up a few seconds later.
After placing your phone on the counter, you lean over and put your head in your hands.
“What happened?” Steve asks, moving around the kitchen to get closer to you.
Raising your head back up, you look at Steve through watery eyes. “My aunt’s in the hospital. They said she passed out at home and was found by her friend. They’re running tests on her now to figure out what happened.”
He places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
Sniffling, you nod your head. “I could really use a hug right now.”
“Come here,” says Steve, opening his arms.
As he moves, his right arm hits your mug on the counter, causing your hot coffee to spill all over the front of you.
Jumping back, you quickly bite your tongue to stop you from screaming out in pain.
“Oh my god, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’m messing everything up.” He walks around the kitchen to grab some napkins, before coming back and trying to wipe some of the coffee off you.
“Crap, I’m so sorry.” He wipes at your shirt vigorously.
Placing your hand on his arm, you stop his movements. “Steve,” you say. “It’s okay.”
Stepping back, Steve pulls off his shirt and hands it to you. “Here, just put this on. I’m going to run to my room really quick and grab another shirt. Hold on.”
“Okay,” you say. When he walks away towards his room, you pull off your shirt and replace it with his. Sighing, you take a quick look at your mug, before picking it up and placing it in the sink.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the couch and decide to go sit down.
Two minutes later, Steve reenters the room. “Hey, I’m sorry about that.”
Chuckling, you look at him. “Steve, you don’t have to keep apologizing. It’s okay.”
“Right,” he says, sitting down next to you on the couch.
You look down at your lap, tears starting to gather in your eyes again.
“How about that hug now?” Steve asks.
Nodding, you look up at him, tears now falling quickly down your face. “That sounds nice,” you choke out.
“Oh, Y/N. Come here.” Steve grabs you and places you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
Placing your head into his shoulder, you sob uncontrollably.
He places his hand on your head, lightly kneading his fingers into your hair.
“Everything is going to be okay. We’re all here for you. You won’t go through this alone.”
“She means everything to me,” you choke out. “She raised me all by herself, since I was eight years old. I couldn’t bear losing her.”
“I understand,” he says. Steve gently moves your face from his shoulder and wipes off your tears with his thumb. “We’ve just gotta stay positive and take it one day at a time.”
Grabbing a tissue, you wipe the remaining tears away.
Before you can respond to Steve, Sam comes running into the room, arriving back earlier than anticipated.
“You will not believe what happened to Bucky…” he stops talking when he notices you and Steve situated on the couch. “What the hell is going on here?” he asks.
Confused, it takes you a second before you look down and realize you’re wearing Steve’s shirt, while sitting in his lap.
Immediately, you jump up, at the same time that Steve grabs you to hoist you back onto your feet.
“Sam, it’s not what it looks like,” you say, walking towards him.
He turns around, so his back is facing you. “That’s what they always fucking say.” He turns towards Steve. “And, you.” He points his finger at him. “Didn’t take you as someone to backstab me.”
Steve walks up to Sam. “If you would just let us explain…”
“Explain what?!” Sam yells. “That my best friend is hooking up with my girlfriend behind my back?”
Frustrated that he won’t even look at you, you walk forward and grab his arm. “Could you at least look at me?”
Looking at you in disgust, Sam scoffs. “To think that I have given you everything and this is how you treat me?”
Once again, tears well up in your eyes. Steve notices and grabs Sam, gaining his attention.
“If you’d just let us explain, you’d know that Y/N’s aunt is in the hospital and she needed some comfort. She asked me for a hug and when I moved, I accidentally knocked coffee onto her. I gave her my shirt to wear. I didn’t even think twice about it, it was just a reflex.” Steve gestures towards the couch. “I decided to hold her, after I came back from getting a new shirt and saw her sobbing.”
Sam curses to himself, before looking at you. “Baby…”
You cut him off. “I would never disrespect you like that.”
He walks up to you and places his hands on your shoulders. “I know you wouldn’t. I was being an asshole.”
“I’m going to leave you two to talk. Let me know if you need anything, Y/N,” says Steve, before leaving the room.
When Steve is gone, you look back at Sam and grab his hand. “For this relationship to work, we have to trust each other.”
Reaching his hand up to touch your cheek, he closes his eyes and sighs. After a couple seconds, he reopens them. “I… I’m so sorry, beautiful. I do trust you, completely. And, god, I’m sorry about your aunt, Claire. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Well, you can start by holding me. Steve’s hugs are nowhere as nice as yours.”
Sam chuckles before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared bedroom. “That I can do.”
Laying your head against his chest, you close your eyes. “You know, I love you and I love our relationship. It hurts that you’d think I’d throw it away so easily like that. No one compares to you. No one.”
Arriving at your room, Sam sets you down on the bed and crawls in next to you, pulling you into his chest. “I’m a fucking idiot, Y/N. For me to even accuse you of that, to accuse Steve of that, I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”
Turning around in his arms, you place a kiss on his cheek. “You do deserve me. But, if something like this ever happens again, let’s hear each other out first, okay? No assumptions.”
Anthony leans in towards you. “No assumptions.” He gives you a quick kiss. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I love you so...” he gives you another kiss. “...much.”
Smiling, you give him a kiss back. “I love you too... Come with me to the hospital tomorrow?”
“Of course, beautiful. I’ll be right by your side the entire time.”
Giving him one last kiss, you lay your head on his chest and fall asleep to the steady beating of his heart.
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