#reblogging from platonic wife

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Dragons do not seek permission, niece of mine. Dragons take.❞

[ Betrayal clouds your judgement, for when Jacaerys' indiscretion takes the form of a child, your anger lands in the palm of the Rogue Prince. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 3,412 ] | Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen Niece!Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Aunt!Reader | this set in an au inside of in hightower green. | this is able to be read as a oneshot.

contains— canon divergence to the second power - an au of an au - targcest, use of 'bastard', infidelity, profanity, revenge, violence, pureblood Valyrian bullshit - thinking about death as a revenge but no suicide/suicidal ideation- angst, smut - two wrongs apparently make a right - mentions of children, pregnancy, childbirth - nsfw: rough sex, biting, degradation, breeding kink, smidge dacryphilia, creampie - no kinslayers, no kings, no betas.

a/n— special thanks to @ahristata and @hiraethrhapsody for kicking my pursuit of this thread!! i woke up (almost literally) to this line of inquiry, & though writing for daemon is difficult, i had a way, way too much fun with this one m'fraid. Ihad so much fun I started laughing at the absurdity. + comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

You can't breathe.

You stand there, your daughters by your sides, no more than five or so name days, dutiful as ever, the princess of the realm— the heir's wife, blindsided. Betrayed. Lied to. And you can't show them your grief, your anger, your shock— you smile, not betrayed, not realised, stupid.

Your act of stupidity protects you, for you can just tell that others, sharp-eyed as they are owning of sharper tongues, calculate the similarities between your husband and the child he is cooing at, at the arms of the Warden of the North's sister.

His bastard fucking sister.

You can't blink away as the facts, the threads, make a beautiful web in front of you. The conclusion is unmistakable. Jacaerys' consistent travels to the North, despite the campaigning for his mother's seat had not required the frequent stretches of long travels. How Aemond had remarked that the bastard is doing twice as much work in doing so, "as he should," Aemond murmurs darkly. "He casts a disgusting shadow on the Iron Throne, 'tis the least he can do."

The insistent of personally greeting the delegates from the North, you thinking it is just his wondrously formed friendship with the Lord Stark, had you dressing up and bringing your girls with him. So that your daughters can meet their father's fucking friend, one that occupied his time when he could have been at home, tending to his duties, his heirs.

And the woman who follows after the Wolf, the bastard Snow, his beloved sister. Dyanna had told you beforehand, as Lord Stark adores his only sibling. Their parenthood is unmistakable, dark hair and sharp chins. A Northern Beauty.

And then you stop, as there is a babe in her arms, no more than two name days at least.

And you see Jacaerys in his gaze.

His beautiful, warm brown eyes in the child in her arms, and as he stands there, your Prince of the Realm, too close for comfort, too close for platonic friendship, a familiarity one cannot deny— and that fucking, sweet-edged, tender smile on his face...

The same one he wore when you had given birth to his daughters. Soiled sheets, bloodied babes— it didn't matter. He held them to his arms with the very same smile, thanking you for birthing his babes.

A gut punch, a sharp inhale, an anger that coils and burns and roars.

Your bastard of a husband had fucked another bastard, and made himself a bastard little fucking family.

Life can ever be so cruel as it is humorous.

Daemon could have laughed at the prediction you found yourself in.

He sits to the left of his wife, the Queen who— in enough of itself, the evidence of the turmoil the court is about to get under, amusingly is talking quick with her Lord Hand; Corlys and Rhaenyra had not stopped pointedly looking at her heir, words too fast but unmistakable what the topic is if their gestures, the knot between their eyebrows, and unmistakable sighs and determined noises.

He, on the other hand, is pointedly staring at you.

You, who tries so hard to piece together an armour of stupidity, an air of nonchalance. As if there is no anger in your visage at your husband's attention completely stolen by Wolf's little sister and her son... who looked completely like him. Dark colouring, the First Men blood thick in his nose, his hair, at the curled edges of his baby-cheeked giggles.

When standing so close, faces to each other, there can be no doubt a mirror.

Or the lovesick smile on the mother's face, watching the Prince of the Realm interact with her son.

Together, the trio of them don't hint as much as a bead of Targaryen blood. One is able to pretend they are nothing more than a small... brown haired family.

Daemon presses his lips, trying desperately not to laugh so loudly.

He admired the boy, truly. Rhaenyra loved each child from her bosom with equal fervor, and Daemon was prepared take him as purely one of his own... but after he broke the betrothal with his daughter (though Baela could give lesser of a shit, though mildly dissatisfied as she was to become Queen, and the girl held her duties between canines) to marry a Hightower cunt... he had distanced himself from the boy.

Daemon viewed it as a sign of weakness, for he knew you. You were just like your mother, prodding into softened parts of his family— that green whore with his brother, young as she had been, his good sister Aemma had not been cold in their memories before she had found herself weightily pregnant with new heirs, and then Jacaerys, new to womanly spells, new to cunt, and you had him making vows in the ways of the dragonlords.

Though he can surmise that much of your mother's movements had not entirely been her own... Daemon knew that calculative look you got in your eye. Blink and it's gone, but your gaze sharpens, your mouth curls in a winning, prideful little smirk.

You were Otto Hightower's granddaughter alright, and you had wanted the Heir's Heir.

But now, it seems like, once a vow broken, it didn't really matter if it was a betrothal or a marriage to Jacaerys.

It brings a sick pull of satisfaction in him, that tugs him to look at you. Every time.

You laugh, tither, still evermore the gem of the feast— a feast you organised with the Lord Hand for your husband's absolutely exceptional diplomatic achievements in the North, truly, Daemon is laughing in the sidelines as the jests and songs make themselves — but Daemon is overtly familiar with dragons. And anger. And you simply stink of it. The way your eye twitches, the occasional grind of your jaw to how your fingers dig crescent moons into your palm. He catches blood in one blink then smeared, then gone, in another.

Your hold onto your armour— the Darling of the Realm, curated so painfully by a young, sly girl moving about the cesspit they call a crown's court — is breaking in pieces and tatters at each hour the feast went on.

It snarls. Like a dragon locked in the pits, tugging at reins, wishing to burn cities.

Maybe you aren't just another Hightower cunt after all.

Not purely at least, he thinks in distaste, staring at the dark green of your gown.

It is a childish tantrum, more than anything, for what is your Hightower green will do now? A bastard has been made, worse, a son. And though Jacaerys himself has muddied blood, he is still a Targaryen. His mother is Queen, prepared to make him an Heir to the Iron Throne as he had been legitimised as Laenor's son. A Velaryon. He bears the name, the crest, and the support of its house.

What is stopping him from marrying the Snow Bastard, legitimising the boy as his own, surpassing your own daughters?

Targaryens marry siblings, they also marry multiple wives.

It is a thought that he can see it dancing in your head— raw, enticing rage and bloodlust that tightens his breeches.

It is an interesting thing.

The green is disgusting, but Daemon can appreciate a young, fertile, Valyrian beauty.

Something your mother had ingeniously provided you and your siblings with, reining in her muddied blood to produce unmistakable Valyrian children. And as a smart little tart, you understood what to do with it.

When Daemon first met you, you were just one of the Hightower spawns that his brother had made to further his line. His brother's daughters—apart from Rhaenyra — were quiet things as babes and children. Odd the two of you were, but not really hostile. When you were introduced to him, your fat babe of a twin brother was teary-eyed and clinging to you, a quiet child with round eyes, staring at him inquisitively, as if challenging.

Then and there, Daemon disliked you so.

Even as you grew, the little of what he could see as he paid no mind of Viserys' other children, you grew up a fine royal, a princess of every word and sung note. Mentions of your progressive fight for the small folk, your charitable heart, your sweet nature that even his brother had made a note once or twice—

He thought it had been Otto Hightower who put you up to such machinations. Wouldn't be below him.

The night you bedded Jacaerys Velaryon, he was pleasantly surprised to find out it had been you all along.

And now here you are, betrayed as you had betrayed his daughter, delicious in your righteous anger and ripe (two babes before the year ended, Jace is an inglorious fool) for the taking. And youthful still. Smooth, soft skin, pretty lips and bright-eyed.

All your scheming, going as far as throwing your grandsire to Oldtown, it is obvious no one has wrangled the clever, spoiled little brat out of you.

As he sips his wine, amused and pleasantly hungry, he muses he might do a job or two of being the strong arm to do so.

He snorts, eyes straying back to the little First Men family.

There it is again. The jest that keeps on giving.

It was pride, truly, that kept you for most of the feast. That kept your gritted teeth to yourself, ducking into corners whenever your anger burned at your eyelids, stubbornly brushing stray tears away.

All is not lost, you stubbornly thought. You just had to plot.

But when Jace had taken your daughters, your Daenera and Aemma, gently tugging them to his bastard whore and his actual bastard to meet— finding your eyes, at that very moment as Daenera's precious, pureblooded hand shyly took the hand of her bastard brother, a fool's tender fucking simpleton of a smile on your husband's face —

Something in your head had snapped. A clean break.

And your armour had fallen. Like limestone from a fortress. Caved in ruins at the pool of your feet. Dark, furious loathe unfurled in your chest. Unable to handle it anymore, you had taken your dress and got out of the feast, for you could feel the urge of unsheathing a sword and going on a bloodied massacre, crowns and titles be damned.

You may not have a dragon, but you have its bloodlust.

Just as you are rushing to your chambers, you stop and make a different turn, knowing that if your husband had caught wind of such an ugly expression on your face, he would try and find you, talk to you, and you don't have the patience to cater to him at the moment— you find what you know of is an empty chamber, reserved for guests at the Keep.

It is a simple room with all the usual accruements. Most of the fanfare, the sheets, are in storage.

You start with a candelabra.

Raise it high before you are violently smashing it against the dresser, shrieks and guttural screams out of your mouth as you tear through the room like a typhoon, cursing Jacaerys, the North, and bastards to the Seven Hells.

None will be the wiser, for you had built your network well. Your spiders will pivot guards and strangers from this area, ensuring you a reprieve where your anger and grief can unfurl and manifest.

So you lose yourself, a dragon untethered. You get so into your rage, quiet in your thoughts, that you don't hear an intruder entering until there is a low, amused laugh too close for comfort.

You whirl around, tear-stained and rage-filled, and though the Rogue Prince expects you to fall into stutters, your eyes slit and you grip— when had you picked up a tome? — the tome tighter to your chest, snarling, "Get out."

Instead of surprise, or even offense, Daemon laughs as if you are the most amusing thing to him all night. Jesters and whores alike.

"I shall not." He makes a noncommittal hum around the dark room. "I rather like it here. It seems this chamber holds a much better entertainment than anything beheld at the feast."

You let out a dark, incredulous laughter. "I have no time for your toying, uncle, get out!" You toss the tome with fervour, but he's a warrior and he anticipates your anger, sidestepping easily before he's back to casual prowling.

"I do not have time to play jester for your entertainment," you hiss, unable to stop the hateful tears from spilling, brushing them away harshly as you watch him watch you.

He raises an eyebrow. "I am not asking you to."

"Are you here then for my humiliation? Press a bitter wound while it's still bleeding, is that it? Is that what would make the glory of your night?"

He snorts. "What would make the glory of my night is a warm body and a tight cunt."

Your face scrunches. "You are disgusting."

He barks out a laugh. "Not as disgusting as your brother."

"Aegon is no longer—"

"— or as stupidly naive as your husband."

A sharp intake of breath before you're once more cracking in broken rage and ghastly pain.

"Of course you would notice, who would not, he looks so much like his fucking bastard."

"Watch yourself, girl," he barks. "You are still talking about the Queen's heir."

A beautiful guard dog, you think, you snort. You push past him, gasping into the crisp, cool air, holding onto the balcony for dear life.

"His already diluted blood makes this conversation entirely hilarious to me I'm afraid." You look down and wonder how fast you will fall. How messy would such a death be? How much care there is left in your wake? Will your husband even care, now that he has his heir? Borne out of true love no doubt, despite such bastardly blood— or is that what makes it thrilling for them?

Mangled bone, spread thin blood— if you die such a way, it should be pretty. You hope it haunts the Keep of so many before you.

But if you die now, you will be replaced so easily. So prettily.

And your daughters—who will care for them? Will Jacaerys even care, if his bastards soon no doubt fill your once home, your mother, your brothers— your daughters pushed aside to make way for fucking dogs.

There is no satisfaction in such a plan.

There are many others.

The Rogue Prince makes his presence known by standing close to your back, close enough that you can smell him, that his heat is your own, as he hums, peering below as you have.

"Have you been drinking, zaldrītsos little dragon?" he whispers, tangling his fingers through your hair, running a lone finger down your neck, up and down in a tantalising movement. You can't help it, it feels comforting, leaning close to it despite such a breathy huff out of your lips.

"Since when am I dragon, kepus uncle? Haven't you always likened us muddied blood, filthier than dragonseeds?"

"I see that I am wrong," he says, almost idle as if he isn't devouring you in his gaze. How you feel soft, pliant under one finger after weighted in wine and the ruins of your anger, how you're almost purring and sweet like this, your fire alive but consistent. "Aōha perzys burns jehikagrī. Nyke hae ziry. Your flames burn bright. I like it."

"Hm. You've had sons, don't you uncle?"

"I have," he replies, amused.

"And many a children." You reach for his chin, your thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He's old, sure, but men don't have the same bodily issues as women. You know he could reach your father's age and be able to produce five more brats.

But his shoulders are strong, spry only as a swordsman can be.

And he isn't like he's loyal to Nyra, turning fully to you with a hand caressing your side.

His hand comes for your neck, halting your movement as he tests a squeeze. There is only much hatred as there is lust. And his cock is winning over his mind, for when your free hand, watching him intently, reaches for the hardness straining against his breeches, giving it a stroke, his breath stutters into a groan whilst his hips push into your hand.

"Dragons do not seek permission, niece of mine," he hums darkly. "Dragons take, or do you have too much of your Hightower cunt of a mother that you—"

You curl your hand over his cock until his breath hitches.

"I want a son. Surely you'd rather want for your true blood to sit on the Iron Throne? Your wife would remain Queen, her and her heir none the wiser. Any son of mine would be King regardless." Your voice is barely above whisper, stroking him as your squirm in his hold, his breath heavy by each promise, each tale you spin so tall. "Wouldn't you like that better? I am a Targaryen, as are you. Our blood would be pure."

"I have pureblooded sons, riñītsos little girl."

"But will they be king? With my husband as your wife's heir?" When his hold softens on your throat, you push yourself forward, pressing yourself against him. "Wouldn't you want your family's legacy, your legacy, unsullied with prettier blood?

"I want a son, uncle," you whimper, thickened with need and desire, willing him to bend and fold because men like Daemon are easy, because a loving marriage is one thing, a man who holds his house as his pride in another fist is another. "I want your seed to take root in me."

And it isn't like you're asking him to betray his Queen.

Daemon is surprisingly a soft lover, prone in a way to worshipping you even as you had gotten impatient and tried to get your way. His punishments are quick and precise, a hit on your thigh, a tighter squeeze in your throat, a firm bite in your breast enough to draw blood. He's soft but by choice, almost as if he is amusing you in each caress while one hand is holding you by your hair, fucking you down into the sheets.

His words aren't better, spun in hisses and spits, mocking laughter and groans.

"Do you want my seed, you little whore?"

"What would your husband say now, his pretty wife mewling for another? Or would he even care?"

"Your tears are pretty, if you want my seed, I think you need to be sobbing, hm?"

When he finally spills inside of you with nothing less of a broken, guttural roar, hips chasing the high, meeting your sensitivity once, twice, again— you are shattered in pieces and contradictions, floating and wide awake, pleasured and in pain.

He slaps your face gently after he's cleaned himself up, tucked his flaccid cock back in his breeches as he comes to your eye line. "Come to me again when you want my seed, hm? I shall prioritise your wants for the good of the realm but I dare say—"

He cocks his head with a smirk, feeling stirrings at the sight of your fucked out state, his seed spilling from your pretty hole that he can't help himself as he chases it with a finger, forcefully pushing it back in while your body trembles and twitches.

"— you may be with child soon enough, niece. I shall congratulate you and my son with the happy news."

Your eyes flutter close at the echoes of his disappearing footsteps.

Nine moons later, through a hearty, blood-soaked birth that rocked the keep with your wails of pure pain— much more painful than when your girls had come into the world — a baby boy is born of pure Valyrian colouring.

A fat babe who cried murder in his first seconds of life, and it is Caraxes who snarls and screeches into the high noon sky.

"I shall name him Daemon," you say to your husband beside you as you beheld the babe with a wondrous smile and a full heart.

"After your brother and my father," Jace says, smiling. "That is wonderful, my wife. He does look much like them."

Your smile curls, a finger rubbing your babe's fat cheek. "He does. And he will be strong swordsman." Your lashes flutter to Jace, poisoned vowels in each word that he blinks, startled. "Just like his father."

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Masterlist Pt2

Series

Worth It

Close Call

What if...?

SUGAR

Endure

We'll meet again

Passion Part 1 | Part 2

Eternal Oblivion

Patience

Mornings for the Riley family

UndergroundBoxer!Simon Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Bestfriend!Simon Part 1 | Part 2

I miss you

Panic

Taking Care of Him

Riding Simon

König Smut

Period Comfort

Pregnancy Comfort

Together

Pregnancy Sex

Valentine's Day

Good Boy

Proposal (You)

Proposal (Him)

Complete

Pre-Ghost Simon Part 1 | Part 2

Make Love

I know, baby! I know!

His Angel

Nightmare

Pre-Ghost Simon x ChildhoodBestfriend!Reader Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pregnancy Angst (miscarriage)

Going to the pub with Simon

Giving Birth

RetiredHusband!Simon

Mine

Love Is Not Enough | Part 2

M!Character x Fem!Reader Smut

Taking Simon's Huge Cock

Insecurity After Pregnancy

heavy heart

Gonna Wife You Up

König Smut 2

What the fuck are you listening to?

Corruption Kink

Price's Bratty Daughter | Part 2

Come Back

Dad!Simon Calming Your Crying Baby

Child I Will Hurt You

Ex-Husband!Simon

Ex-Husband!Simon Fucking You in the Guest Room at a Party

Skin to Skin Contact

Being there for him when an old wound flares up

Period Sex

Love Making

If Simon Riley falls in love

You call your Ex-Husband in a panic | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tender moment after Simon fucks your brains out

Simon takes in a teen whose family has been killed in the war (Platonic)

Price's bratty daughter getting punished by Ghost

Chilling with Simon on the couch

Comforting Simon when he has a panic attack

Simon getting heart-eyes when you breastfeed your baby

M!Character x Fem!Military!Reader Smut

Stalker!König

Having rough sex with Simon for the first time but you get hurt

Queen!Reader proposing to Knight!Ghost

Simon inspecting your pussy (idk man)

Pretend

Sitting on simon's lap

ghost x insecure reader

Knight!Ghost saves Queen!Reader from an attack

it'll fit!

Riding Simon's bicep

Being stuck in a safe house with Simon

Quiet, lovie

heal

Simon having pregnancy symptoms during your pregnancy

Stay | Part 2

dividers by @cafekitsune

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thomas shelby fic recs

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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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「*ೃ࿔」 another chance by @smallheathgangsters thomas shelby x reader | 2.6k

-tommy believes keeping things about work from y/n would help their relationship. he couldn’t be more wrong.

「*ೃ࿔」 a promise i won't break by @justauthoring thomas shelby x reader | 1.2k

-mosley is obsessed with tommy’s wife and tries to make a move on her.

「*ೃ࿔」 dead of night by @justauthoring thomas shelby x reader | 1.2k

-without you, everything just seems fucking pointless.

「*ೃ࿔」 the right treatment by @ijustwant2write tommy shelby x reader, john shelby x reader (platonic), arthur shelby x reader (platonic), polly shelby x reader (platonic) | swearing, illness (including pain), injury, arguing, angst, fluff

「*ೃ࿔」 a free spirit by @ijustwant2write thomas shelby x reader | mentions of sex, fighting, threats, pregnant symptoms, shouting, swearing

「*ೃ࿔」 gunshot by @smallheathgangsters thomas shelby x reader | 2.7k | fluff, some hurt/comfort

-tommy and y/n spend a night together, but never speak about it again. that changes, when tommy’s business plans have a dangerous impact on the lives of people he loves.

「*ೃ࿔」 another chance by @smallheathgangsters thomas shelby x reader | 2.6k

-tommy believes keeping things about work from y/n would help their relationship. he couldn’t be more wrong.

「*ೃ࿔」 unspoken by @shelbylimiited-blog thomas shelby x reader

-"i can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."   "people are staring."

「*ೃ࿔」 all nights after by @tessimagines thomas shelby x reader | heatedness and nakedness, I guess? no actual smut though.

-tommy comes to a conclusion one night late in bed.

「*ೃ࿔」 i chose you by @peaky-blinders-lit thomas shelby x reader

-you’d never been a morning person but mornings with Tommy were blissful.

「*ೃ࿔」 brave enough by @cas-kingdom sister!reader x tommy | 3.1k

-you’re the only person brave enough to mess with thomas shelby.

「*ೃ࿔」 not part of the deal by @storiesforallfandoms thomas shelby x female!reader | swearing, violence, hints of smut, 1.6k

-a potential peaky blinders business partner ruins his chances by making some off remarks about the boss’ girl

「*ೃ࿔」 wishing it was you by @orionwhispers thomas shelby x reader

-tommy knows he's standing next to Grace.

「*ೃ࿔」 private ceremony by @storiesforallfandoms thomas shelby x female!reader | 1.1k

-after some trouble with his men, tommy and his bride to be decide to have a quiet, more intimate ceremony before the chaotic one

「*ೃ࿔」 fear by @babylooneytoonz thomas shelby x female!reader | light angst , mentions of abortion, unplanned pregnancy

-tommy and his second wife, reader, an independent, successful business woman are living a fairly happy marriage until the reader finds out she's pregnant. things take a wrong turn when their work life clashes with this news and in the end, the reader takes a devastating decision. without consulting her husband.

「*ೃ࿔」 nice to meet you by @merakiaes thomas shelby x reader | 2.9k

-you’re ada’s flatmate in london and you haven’t met her brothers yet. tommy comes to your shared house one night to find you giving karl a bath and as he doesn’t recognize you, his automatic response is to pull a gun on you. 

Part Two - First Impressions

Part Three - Salvation

「*ೃ࿔」 speechless thomas shelby x reader

-thomas shelby knows that he’s going to marry his childhood friend one day. He also knows he’ll be a bundle of nerves when the day arrives.

「*ೃ࿔」 love is blindness by @blueathens tommy shelby x fem!reader | smut (MDNI!), raging breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please use a condom), tommy has A Thing about you being pregnant, 3.3k

-after watching you mother his boys, tommy is intent on making you the mother of his real children.

「*ೃ࿔」 protect you by @babybluebex tommy shelby x fem!reader | this is pure fluff no smut to be seen, violence is mentioned, injuries are mentioned, confessions of love are abound, tommy hates to admit when he's got a crush but buddy now is the time to admit it, 2.5k

-being a peaky blinder often makes you a target, but when a rival gang crosses the line, tommy puts you first.

「*ೃ࿔」 misbehaving by @babybluebex tommy shelby x fem!reader | smut (MDNI!), dubcon (the punishment isn't exactly wanted but the sex, reader is 100% into), impact play (spanking, belting), slutshaming, age gap (tommy is early 40s, reader is 20-something), unprotected sex, glimpses of sweet tommy

-you made tommy look like a fool, so he doles out a punishment that he deems appropriate

「*ೃ࿔」 little love by @twilightmyths tommy shelby x fem!reader | pure fluff

-thomas shelby adored you.

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Familial Concern

Synopsis: It's only natural to worry about your child Pairing: Yandere Parents (platonic) + Yandere boyfriend reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others, yanderes , yandere homies trying to fight! notes:i have big brain, i promise reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Yandere Family! who sheltered you from the world at the beginning worried the world would taint you and feed you lies and make you go down the wrong path.

Yandere Father! Who’s obsession with his wife extended to you as well, after all you were the product of their love and devotion to each other and not a single soul should taint his precious child.

Yandere Mother! Who at first was hesitant to get with your father but soon came to see just how much he was willing to do for her and hopes one day you’ll be able to find someone who’s always there for you.

Yandere Family! Who finally lets you attend actual school as opposed to being homeschooled on the word of your Mother who was concerned with how quiet you were.

Yandere Family! Who demands you call them when you reach school and when you finish, you don’t need to go out with friends, you have them, they’ll take you anywhere and give you anything.

Yandere Family! Who’s entire house is filled with all your achievements and they make sure you're always appreciated. 

Yandere Mother! Who makes you warm meals everyday when you come home and for any of your friends who come over. Father doesn’t like them one bit but for the sake of his wife and child, he’ll tolerate their presence.

Yandere Family! Who’ll make sure anyone who hurts you will regret everything they did to you. The very next day the person ends up apologising and then ends up switching schools.

Yandere Family! Who were beyond stunned when you told them about Yandere Boyfriend!. Never had you seen your Father’s eyes turn so cold, so fast. For the next hour or so, they ask you a lot of questions.

Yandere Father! Who digs up all of Yandere boyfriend’s files! Any and all the data he can collect and Yandere Mother! Who befriends his parents making sure they’re a good family for you.

Yandere Family! Who invites him over for breakfast. Your mother treats him well while your Father is practically grilling Yandere boyfriend! About his intentions and why he should allow him to date their child.

Yandere Mother who’s reminded of how her relationship with your father started when she looks at the two of you, it’s quite nostalgic for her. Yandere Father! On the other hand wants nothing more than to rip him to shreds.

Yandere boyfriend! Who doesn’t give a shit about the opinion of your parents but for your sake, he’ll put in an effort.

Yandere boyfriend! Who gets pissed off at some point and tries to fight your father, gaining a little of his respect in the fight.

Yandere boyfriend! Who joins your family in keeping you away from the horrors of the world.

Yandere boyfriend! Who goes to your father asking him for tips, who hangs out with your mother learning how to make your favourite dishes.

Yandere boyfriend! Who’s willing to do anything for you, you want to work, go ahead, you want to stay at home, fine by him, he can do all the work.

Yandere boyfriend! And Yandere family! Who become the only people you need in your life.

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[abbyromanoff]

i have an idea/request!

could be series worthy, who knows

but basically, if you’ve watched purple hearts on netflix, i’m kind of thinking about type of storyline where g!p nat is (kind of) in luke’s position and y/n in cassie’s position (both of the character’s backstory can be changed) but yk, i was just thinking about military!natty and how hot she would look wearing a military uniform 😋

HEART TO HEART

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2168

WARNINGS: angst, small smut near the end, fluff, Nat is in the military, mentions of death, arranged marriage, money problems, miscommunications, think that’s all!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Look, I don’t understand why you care so much, we both knew this day would come and besides, this was supposed to be an arranged marriage, we aren’t meant to actually fall in love.” Nat argued, turning to look at your saddened state with guilt hidden in her features. The two of you had only known each other for a few months after you had gotten married. Neither of you had wanted to, but your parents made sure that you both knew it was needed.

She was going into the military, a dream of hers since she was a little girl watching action movies with her dad. She had been struggling with finances for years, and so was her family. And in hopes of caring for both herself and her loved ones, she needed the benefits of joining the army, but that was only achievable with marriage.

You had come from a well-financed family, but that didn’t mean they were willing to hand you money whenever you asked. While trying to reach your goal of becoming a singer and songwriter, it had cost you loads of checks with no return. You were barely making it by every week with your part-time job and needed money quickly. Your parents offered a suggestion, and at first, you thought it may be a good idea, that was until now.

It would be a platonic marriage and once it was no longer needed, you’d depart with a divorce signing, a possibility of remaining friends or forgetting each other’s existence. But it didn’t go as planned, you felt wrong for trying to go on dates or sleep with others, and you’d dream of your wife on the regular. It wasn’t hard to fall for her, she was a respectful woman with dreams of meeting another similar to her and becoming a family man. Not to mention her beauty was beyond imaginable, you were star-struck the moment you laid eyes on her.

“You think I don’t know that, Nat? Do you think I wanted this? To fall in love with you when I’m not supposed to even sleep in the same bed as you?” While the suit she wore made her look even more attractive, it only pained you to know she’d be wearing that as she left to risk her life for the ones who didn’t even know of her name.

“I can’t help how I feel, Natasha. I know this is your dream and I love that for you, I do. But, I- I just don’t want to lose you, I don’t think I could handle it.” She sighed and averted her eyes to the wooden floor, quiet sniffles being heard from your end. You suddenly felt arms being wrapped around your body in an attempt at a hug and you graciously accepted it, knowing whose warmth it was.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” She whispered into your shoulder as her hat poked your head. Truth be told, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. She had tried hiding it in hopes you wouldn’t pick up on it, and you didn’t, you were too busy worrying about your own feelings that you hadn’t even considered hers.

She was hoping that this marriage wouldn’t have to end or else she’d have to learn to live without you again. She hadn’t feared the thought of death before you came into her life, now she feared losing you more than anything.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Y/N. I understand, okay? I’m not mad at you, I could never be.” She interrupted, mumbling her sweet words into your neck. She was able to catch a small whiff of your perfume, and she could suddenly remember the time you begged her to take you to the store and help you pick out a new fragrance. After nearly an hour of searching, she chose this one, and you had worn it every day since.

“I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing that you…that you died without getting to tell you how I truly feel.” She nodded, letting you continue on. Her heart felt like it was ripping when you stuttered over your words, your weakness on display. You were never one to show it, but you couldn’t stop the shake in your voice or the tears on your cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know.” The name brought a small crack of a smile to your lips, but it soon faded when you were brought back to the remembrance of where you were. She was set to leave in less than an hour, and you didn’t know if this would be your last hour with her.

“I- I need to go, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave.” You quickly rushed to tighten your hands around her when feeling hers start to loosen.

“No, no, no, please. Please don’t leave me here, Natty.” She wanted more than nothing to listen to you and stay, but her hopes and dreams were coming into play and so were the lives of many, she couldn’t ruin this opportunity.

“I have to, Y/N, I don’t have a choice.” You understood, you did, but your heart and mind were at a battle. Your mind was telling you to force her to stay, live your life happily and tell her how you feel, but your heart was telling you to let her go, that you were being selfish trying to ruin her dreams when she only supported yours. You always told her to follow her heart, and you knew you had to take your own advice.

“I know, I know you don’t. God, I- I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think I can see my life without you now. All I see when I look into the future is you, and I don’t want to lose you, I can’t. I really can’t, Nat.” She wanted to tell you everything, that she felt the same, but there was no time. If she didn’t leave she’d risk everything, she’d risk her job that she went through so much mental and physical pain to have.

“I love you, lyubov moya. (my love)” That was the last time you heard her voice in what felt like years. You weren’t able to handle the pain of living in the house that carried so many memories in it, so you made the tough decision to move out. The house was still in her name, and you continued to pay for as many bills as it required, even while still struggling to pay for your own.

It took eight months and twenty-six days before Nat was able to return, she counted each day. You were on her mind the entire time. When she had gotten badly hurt on a mission, the unbearable pain causing her to wish for death, she thought of you. She thought of everything you had together, how she wouldn’t be able to confess if she didn’t make it.

At the same time, she worried you moved on, found someone new and started a life with them that she would only be able to dream of having. Would you be able to move on this quickly? She knew that if you truly did love her as much as you said, you wouldn’t be able to, and she didn’t want you to. But another part of her wished you would, she wanted you to find peace and happiness, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to give you that.

Every day that she could, she’d write you letters. She wasn’t able to call or text you as she was told, so she’d pick up a pen and write paragraphs on end about how much she missed you. She could only hope you read or even received them.

She came home today, and hearing the complete silence in her home brought tears of anguish. All she wanted was to be greeted by you, but she was guessing you had left her, maybe even for good. There was a pile of sealed letters on the doorstep and she realized they were the ones she sent without knowing of your new address. She felt ashamed, embarrassed to have sent all of those with the thought that you’d read them and realize she still thought of you every damn day. But you didn’t know, you were left clueless to her love. She needed to change that.

You heard a knock on your apartment door as you finished brushing your teeth and were about to grab a glass of water. You furrowed your brows in confusion before slowly walking to the door, you never had guests, especially at this hour. You looked through the peephole and stepped back at what you saw, or who you saw.

Nat heard a rushing of locks unlocking and smiled to herself, you knew she was home. You opened the door and hurriedly let your arms wrap around her in a hug, finally feeling her warm embrace after so long. The emptiness in your heart was slowly being filled the longer you held onto her.

“Hello, detka. (baby)” Her eyelids squeezed shut as her arms held the same tightness around your body as yours did to her, she was too afraid to let you go.

“When did you get home?” She finally leaned back, resting her forehead against yours gently as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Just a few hours ago, you were the first person I wanted to see.” You smiled before your eyes drifted to notice the cardboard box sitting on the ground next to her. She looked in that direction and chuckled to herself before explaining.

“I wrote to you every day that I could. I didn’t know you moved so I sent them to the house, I thought I’d bring them in case you, I don’t know, wanted to look at them or something.” She hesitantly spoke, fear of rejection scorching through her. She didn’t know why she was so afraid, it was you, after all, and she didn’t fear anything when she was with you.

“Oh, Nat, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” She shushed you and moved her other hand to your face, cupping both of your cheeks and having you look at her.

“Shh, don’t apologize, I’m not upset with you. If anything, I’m more upset with myself.”

“You did nothing wrong, nothing at all.” She looked down suddenly, shuffling her feet nervously.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. I wanted to stay, I wanted to tell you everything, and I wish I did. That’s why I wrote all these letters in hope that you’d realize I feel the same. I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world, and I think I always have.” She was swapping her gaze between your eyes and lips, and you knew that if you didn’t make the move, she never would. So, you leaned in closer, letting your mouth press into hers as you sank into the feeling of her plump lips. You were standing on your tiptoes to reach her height, and you reached up to pull her hat off of her head, letting your fingers run through her hair as you pulled her further into you. Her body pressed against yours as she grinned into the kiss, her tongue poking your lips and exploring your mouth when you granted her access. She was desperate to feel you in any way that you’d let her, and you were on the exact same page.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and every day I regret not telling you that sooner. So, if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.” She mumbled when you pulled back to catch your breath. You panted, your chest rising up and down as you admired her in full glory. You weren’t able to take notice of her clothing when you were too busy registering that she was actually here and it wasn't just a dream. But seeing her in the camo pants adorned by a buckled belt and a dark green shirt made you feel things you’ve never felt before she came into your life.

Her hands found their way to the back of your thighs as she lifted you into her hold, your wandering hands stopping at the biceps that flexed under her shirt. You could feel a small tint in her pants and bit your lip as you shuttered. Your hands traveled to the back of her neck as you played with the baby hairs, feeling goosebumps rise to the surface of her soft skin.

“May I?” She walked further into your cheap apartment, and you suddenly felt ashamed at the state of the place. It showed off your struggles in payment, but hidden under that, it showed the reason you were able to meet what you hoped would be the love of your life.

“You may.”

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[jackhues]

you can miss it - mockingbird! au (platonic! hughes)

requested by: @rowdyhughesy

summary: in which y/n wonders what life could've been like if her parents were better

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"how about your aunt from colarado?" you asked, going down the list of random hughes members you'd heard of.

"which aunt?" jack responded.

"the one that gifted ellen that green vase," you reminded him. "are we inviting her to the wedding?"

jack thought about it, "i mean, we can invite her. i don't think she'll come honestly. she's like my mom's something cousin, i can't remember."

"we'll at least invite her," you decided, jotting that down on the second list.

you and jack were sitting on the couch in the lake house, trying to get together the final guest list for your wedding. there were still a few months left, and most invites had even gone out. but with so few people coming from your side, there was still space for more of jack's relatives.

"do we have to invite her?" luke asked, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "she's always complaining and telling me to cut my hair."

"it's her or aunt griselda," quinn told him, leafing through the invites. "take your pic."

luke made a face, "neither is better, but i'll take the green vase lady."

you and jack shivered, remembering 'aunt griselda'. she was just some random neighbour or something who called herself the boys 'aunt', and often pinched their ears. she was not fun.

"wait, do you guys even know the green vase lady's name?" you asked the boys.

luke looked at jack, who looked at quinn, who tilted his head in thought.

"honestly, i have no idea," he realized. "we've always just called her aunt, or that one from colorado."

"well, i guess we're not inviting her," jack took the list from your hands and crossed out 'colorado aunt'.

you sighed, wondering what it would be like to have so many relatives that you didn't even know their names.

after cutting contact with your dad, your mom decided she didn't want to talk to you either. you had a feeling your mom was left no choice by your dad, but sometimes you wished she'd pick you over him.

if you had a better relationship with either of them, then you'd have someone to walk you down the aisle.

you loved jack and his family, truly. they were everything you didn't have growing up. but sometimes, you just wished you could've had that feeling of love your whole life.

you wished that your dad cared about you, that your mom tried harder for you, that they both loved you and showed it.

you dreamed of them being present on this big day, with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. you dreamed of your dad warning your husband not to hurt you, but then hugging you both and saying he wouldn't trust anyone else with his daughter.

you dreamed to have an uncle who was going to drink more than he should and then flirt with his wife, you dreamed to have cousins who'd be dancing even after the music was off, you dreamed to have little kids who'd hide in your dress and ask you not to leave with your husband.

they were such small things, but it seemed to hit you that you weren't going to have these moments.

all because your parents failed you growing up.

jack nudged you softly, "what's on your mind?"

you looked up, snapping out of it. "nothing."

it wasn't anything. you'd chosen to give up contact, and they'd chosen to pretend you don't exist anymore. you'd accepted that, and you were okay with them not being in your life.

"y/n, you've been a part of this family for years now, and you're going to legally become a part of this one in only a few months," quinn looked up. "even if it's stupid, you can tell us what's on your mind. i assure you, jack and luke have stupider things on their mind at any given moment."

you smiled as luke threw a pillow at quinn, ducking quickly to avoid retaliation.

"i was just being emotional," you shrugged. "like, growing up, i always thought my mom and dad would be here, on my wedding day. i didn't expect much from them, but i imagined them being there and being happy for me. i guess i always dreamed of our relationship becoming better by that point. but now... it's not like i want all of the stress again. it wasn't healthy and i don't regret cutting them out. i just, sometimes i wish they were better parents."

your voice grew soft at the end, but you realized how much better you'd gotten at communicating. before meeting the hughes, you'd often bottled everything up. you never spoke your mind, and you were forced to keep your opinions to yourself.

but now, you were proud at how well you'd explained your rambly thought process to the boys. you wished you'd had the love of parents growing up, but you didn't want them back in your life right now.

quinn smiled a little, tapping your hand in comfort.

"just because they weren't good to you, doesn't mean you're not allowed to wish they had been," he said.

"you're allowed to miss them," jack assured you. "you can miss them, and not want them in your life because of everything they did. there's nothing wrong with that."

"we're always going to support you, y/n/n," luke promised. "whatever you want, whatever you feel. we're here."

you smiled, wiping the corners of your eyes. "you're all so sweet and mushy, you're making me cry. oh god, i'm going to end up ruining my makeup on my wedding day because of you three."

"there's still months until that," luke waved it off. "we'll be sure to be even more sweet and mushy and get all the tears out before the wedding day."

"god, i love you three idiots."

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[ahungeringknife]

Let's talk about Aspec characters and relationships!

I'm aroace. I write a lot of characters who are aspec in some way. I have a lot of aspec friends. And this is why your aspec character is driving me crazy. There's also sex talk in here so if you're not mature enough to handle it please scroll past.

Edit: Allos also should reblog this if you found it helpful.

First lets get some terms right:

Aromantic (aro) and Asexual (ace) are two distinct things. Aroace means you're both aromantic and asexual at the same time. It is generally referred to as 'aspec' (aro/ace spectrum) when you fall on one or both spectrums. If you are not aspec you are allosexual/alloromantic (allo). It just means someone who isn't ace or aro. You can also be aroallo or aceallo (aromantic allosexual, asexual alloromantic). All these terms are neutral and not used in derogatory ways similar to trans/cis. It's a descriptive word not a put down.

Now about those characters and their relationships. Because that is the most :))))) to me as an aroace is when people just don't know how to handle an aspec character. Usually because they're allo. But that's okay you probably don't know and we're all here to learn from each other. Here's some things to consider when you want to make or write an aspec person.

Ace's do sometimes have sex. They just aren't motivated by sex. That's it.

Along with sex your ace character may also masturbate and feel good being touched. They also might only like touching themselves and hate when other people do it. They usually also know when someone is hot/sexy and will comment on it. Finding someone sexy =/= we want to fuck them. Thinking someone is hot =/= we want to fuck them. We're still human. We know what a hot human looks like. Your ace character might be attracted to someone's appearance aesthetically but have no interest in their bits. Your ace character might fall in love with the most beautiful person in your story and never show any interest of wanting to bed them.

They can have boyfriends/girlfriends/romantic partners they do or don't have sex with. But they can be anywhere on the spectrum of sex repulsive, to sex positive, to absolute sex hound. Some of the horniest people you know are probably ace. Some of the horniest people I know are ace, and I have a lot of ace friends.

And we're not all virgins. Some ace's had sex and realized 'nah fam. Didn't do it for me' and never did it again. Others are virgins and have no intention ever of having sex. Others are virgins but don't care either way? It just hasn't happened. Others enjoy sex with their partners. Some are parents! You can be ace and had enough sex to procreate. Some also think sex is icky or it squicks them out. Some might be squicked out at the thought of sex with another person but they're fine looking at porn or doing it themselves. There is a wide range of what asexuals are into just like allos.

Aros also sometimes do the sex. They are not motivated by romance. That's it.

That being said your aro character can have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and it can be 'romantic'. It doesn't have to be a queer platonic relationship. Your aro character also might not want to be in a relationship at all. It is not weird for your aro character to call their partner their partner or bf/gf or if they're married their husband/wife.

Aro people do not get butterflies. They don't really get flustered around people they like. There's no spark. And they don't feel that romantic attraction allos do when they meet someone and fall in love with them. I've found that aro people are also terrible at flirting or picking up flirting cues. At least in my own personal experience when it took my aro ass 3 years to realize some girl was flirting with me and I just thought she was being nice to me. Take the 'useless lesbian' trope and take it to 11. We just don't know. Aro people also know when other people are hot. Just like aces just because we're aro doesn't mean we don't know a baddy when we see one. We just probably won't realize said baddy is flirting with us...

Aro character still love. They love their family, they love their friends, they love their partners. And it's all real love. The love is still there. Aro characters also probably know what they should do to mimic being in love. Even if we don't love someone more than platonically they may still do the things romantic partners do with their partner. Some don't! And that's fine too. Sometimes you're boyfriends and you share the same bed with him, and sometimes your girlfriend is just your roommate. Both are totally valid aro relationships. Maybe your character kisses their partner passionately and they like it, or they might only kiss during sex, or they might not kiss on the mouth. All valid and correct, still no romo. Kissing =/= romance for aros. Sex =/=romance for aros.

Aroace characters do all those things! At once! They can do the sex, and the boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and loving their friends. They just are not motivated by sex or romance. Kissing =/= sexual attraction. Sex =/= romantic love.

Being aspec is looking at the most beautiful and delicious cake in the world and going 'neat, cake' and walking away not even wondering what it tastes like, not even for a second considering having a bite. It's a cake. Neat. You are not motivated by cake. You don't even really care about cake. It's nice that other people fucking loooooooove cake but it's just not for you.

We also know what love is supposed to be like, what a 'healthy sexual' relationship should feel like. It's everywhere. All around us. Constantly. It's also sometimes fucking exhausting! It's why some aspec people can be a bit agro. We get it you're in love/got a new partner/are sleeping with someone/really sexually attracted to this person/keep spamming us with your celeb thirst pics/etc. It does get tiring sometimes. We don't care about the cake and sometimes listening to you talk about the cake drives us crazy. Consider that too when writing aspec characters. Sometimes their friends and their cakes are annoying no matter how much they love them platonically or romantically.

Anyway just some things to consider for your aspec OCs from an older aroace. Should be said aspec is a wide spectrum and I'm drawing on my own experience as an aroace with aspec friends, and my writing of those characters. If you have more questions about writing characters on this spectrum feel free to ask!

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[0san-ta0]

SOCIAL MEDIA| a.fredrick part 2

synopsis ★ arthur falls head over heels for george's 'secret' girl best friend pairing ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) face claim ★ the GORGEOUS lena mango on instagram author's notes ★ thanks for reading!! ignore any dates or times!!reblogs are appreciated!! <33

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yourinstagram last day in paradise. I'm gonna miss the sun and the sand but atleast I have the memories. <33

p.s trying out a new photographer and he's kinda iffy let me know what you think @arthurtv

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yourinstagram all that waffling just to say I'm pretty...

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user girlie nothing about that interaction says platonic and nobody can tell me otherwise

chrismd_10 if you stuck with your original then everything would've been fine

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user wifey is still beautiful as always

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yourinstagram photo dump from vacation plus the cutie arthur fredrick

georgeclarkeey ...so noone else made the cut huh?

chrismd_10 being replaced is a funny feeling

yourinstagram I could never replace you chrissy....george though you can choke on pebble

user arthur in that second pic though!!!! jrfuwrhfwjefiwf

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arthurfnhill you're gonna be waiting a while then he's kinda busy blushing arthurtv why are you outing me on the internet arthur!!

arthurtv glad to be of service to you for the short while

yourinstagram don't worry I'll call you up anytime chris is giving me a hard time arthurtv i'll stay ready just for you liked by yourinstagram

liked by chrismd_10, arthurtv, madamejoycel and 129, 438 others

yourinstagram the views on the flight back home were stunning

user why do I think that she isn't only talking about the landscape...

user you aren't the only one. that last pic being arthur seems like a hint

gkbarry my wife is back home!!

yourinstagram honey I'm coming to get you that drink<3

gkbarry waiting patiently for you to come get me <3

user the shoes!?! I NEED THEM!

georgeclarkeey took my boyfriend away from me...for what? to talk about stupid whales?

arthurtv yes, yes she did. and it was an amazing conversation too

yourinstagram see george even your boyfriend loves me more than you. says a lot tbh.

arthurtv best seatmate ever!

yourinstagram can't take the title if it's already being held by you though

user y/n and arthur interacting are so freaking cute I swear!!

user now I need video length content these insta comments aren't cutting it

liked by arthurtv, chrismd_10, freyanightingale and 219,742 others yourinstagram third wheeling is character building if you guys needed to know

user listen if we get married boom no more third wheeling

user not you trying make a move on my woman... user not you both trying to get the mother of my children to cheat arthurtv truth be told I think she's closer to being my woman than you three combined comment has been deleted yourinstagram ARTHUR!??!?!? user is this relationship confirmation?????

arthurfnhill glad to see my friends going out without me

yourinstagram don't look at me. last I heard you were asleep arthurfnhill like waking someone up is not a thing yourinstagram next time....maybe

user I cant be the only one who saw arthur's comment???

user I saw it tooo!! this man is bold bold cause what!?!?

arthurtv those are two dashing young men in the last photo!!

yourinstagram I'm not speaking to you sir. arthurtv what? why? it was an honest mistake!! yourinstagram sure......I'll believe you

liked by arthurtv, gkbarry, chrismd_10 and 219,485 others

yourinstagram when he's a nerd <33 @arthurtv

user this sounds like a relationship announcement

user girl my heart just stopped for a minute

yourinstagram maybe it is, maybe it isn't

georgeclarkeey finally he can talk someone else's ears off about his animals

arthurtv here I was thinking you liked hearing me speak. some boyfriend you are

yourinstagram it's okay sweetheart I'll appreciate you

georgeclarkeey throwing up a little

user is that the natural history museum.....HE GOT HIS DREAM DATE 😭😭

user when I realized it I started smiling way too hard

chrismd_10 two nerds who deserve each other

yourinstagram I can tell why she broke up with you

chrismd_10 that's it I'm ending it

yourinstagram no chrissy I need you please don't jump (do a flip)

arthurtv when she encourages you to ramble<3

yourinstagram forever and always <3

georgeclarkeey I can't take it anymore blocking you both

liked by yourinstagram, georgeclarkeey, miniminter and 182,882 others

arthurtv just goes to show that being smart gets you the girl

user.....AHHHH WE WON Y/NTHUR NATION WE FINALLY WON

user screaming crying throwing up so happy for you mr.television!!

yourinstagram actually it was your cute face but you know whatever you feel like worked

arthurtv so you only saw a pretty face...so all the talk about my brains was a lie!?!? yourinstagram yes. yes it was.

user can't wait for the y/n couples content

user you and me both girlie

georgeclarkeey so happy for you arthur but y/n still bullies me so not happy for her

yourinstagram sir all I said was you looked hotter right after the bike incident

georgeclarkeey @arthurtv see this who you fell in love with

arthurtv are you saying that women can't have opinions george?

georgeclarkeey women can but y/n needs some time in timeout

yourinstagram I still believe you should eat rocks

#arthurtv social media au #arthurtv x reader #arthur frederick #arthurtv #social media au #george clarkey #x reader #arthurtv imagines

[lovelybrooke]

Time for School. (Platonic Yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

I thought it would be cool to write a scenario about reader trying to convince Joel and Ellie to let you go to school. I also want to thank you guys for all the love and support I've got on my writings, especially after I got shadowbanned, I really appreciate it. Anyway, please like and reblog if you enjoy.

"I wan't to go to school." The conversation started one morning before Joel was to go on patrol with his brother. Ever since Joel and Ellie returned from their time at the hospital, you've been on a tighter leash. Joel didn't let you go with them, saying it was too dangerous for you and while Ellie was a bit apprehensive, she agreed, resulting you in staying with Tommy and his wife Maria.

While with them, you had the most freedom you've ever had. You actually had responsibilities, taking care of the animals, helping out during meals, and sometimes if you were lucky, getting to go hunt with one of them. It was a great change of paise that you very much needed. You didn't have to fight when you wanted to go do something by yourself, so you got to make a lot of new friends, mainly being the children that the school.

At first, the kids were very scared of you. Your sister was always somewhere near you, so they were always too afraid to talk to you. When Ellie left with Joel, she made you promise you wouldn't make any new friends. You assumed it was a joke and agreed. So, when a girl around your age asked if you would like to play with her, you didn't think twice before agreeing. Eventually, you were at the school nearly every day, making new friends and finally having a chance to be yourself.

It was great, being able to do what you wanted, when you wanted, and you almost forgot about Joel and Ellie. That was until the came back. It was Maria who told you of their return, interrupting you time with your friends. At the news, you ran to the main gate, watching as the walk in. They both seemed...changed. Joel always looked so grim, but Ellie seemed different, even as you gazed at her from far away. Once she saw you, she instantly ran over to give you a big hug, gripping you so hard that you could barely breath. You tried to hug her back, but your arms could barely move. You could tell that she was crying due to the shaking her body was doing and the wetness on your shoulder.

She only released you when Joel came up, putting an arm on her shoulder, causing her to let you go, albeit slowly. Joel looked at you and brought you into a tight hug, mimicking Ellie. The hug seemed to last forever, before he finally let go, grabbing you hand, and leading you home. While walking, you looked gazed longingly towards the school, letting out a deep sigh.

Thats where today's conversation comes in. You missed you friends, and you couldn't talk about it because you were afraid of what would happen if Ellie found out you broke her promise. Even though, you still wanted to see them again. You thought a happy medium would be going to school, since it's not that far from home, and you could even go with Ellie, that is if she wanted. However, you were sorely mistaken.

"No." Joel responded, handing you your breakfast. Before you could say a word, Ellie was spitting out her eggs in disbelief.

"Why would you want to go to school." She asked while wiping the food from her face. "It's, like...super boring." You shook your head, not looking up from your food.

"I just...I think it be good for me." You look at Ellie, who was already looking right at you, same with Joel. "I need to...y'know, socialize."

It was very quiet, and you were very anxious about what either of them will say. You didn't want to say any more, because you knew Joel would get upset if you said something wrong. After a long period of silence, Joel finally spoke up.

"No. You're not going. End of discussion." He said while sitting down across from you at the table. "Now eat your food."

After that you didn't bring up the idea of school to Joel again. However, you did talk to Tommy and Maria about it if you could. When Joel heard that Tommy was, heaven forbid, giving you chores and responsibilities, he quickly had a word with him, and you were back to spending every second at home, so you didn't see Tommy or Maria that often. When you did, usually when one of them was visiting while Joel and Ellie were away, you would plead with them to talk to Joel about school. They promised they would, but nothing ever came of it. You assumed that Joel still disagreed, and when Tommy and Maria stopped showing up when you were home alone, your assumptions were proven right.

Your days alone were starting to weigh down on you. You felt trapped, alone, even worse than when you first arrived at Wyoming. Before their time at the hospital, you didn't all that restricted, you could at least leave when you wanted. But now, leaving without Joel's permission would get you locked up in your room. You didn't mind that punishment all that much, since you were only really alone when you were in your room.

That's where you were tonight, sitting on your bed, gazing out at the window. It was dark, but you could still see the people walking around and working. Moments like this was when you would fantasize about escaping, leaving this commune and the finally be free. You knew it would never be, because Joel and Ellie would always find you.

Your small moment of silence was interrupted by a knock on your door. It squeaked as it opened, Joel appearing from dark hallway. You didn't look at him, but you knew it was him due to how quiet he was. You chose to focus on the movement outside, feeling the bed dip as Joel sat near you.

"Y'know, Ellie's real upset that you've been ignoring her." He said, getting a bewildered look from you.

"I haven't been ignoring her." You responded; voice small. It wasn't completely true, you just haven't had the time to talk to her, since she actually gets to leave the house and has things to do. When she does get home though, you pretend as though she isn't there, which you guessed annoyed her.

Joel shook his head, "Look kid." He said, waiting for you to look at him. "I know life's good here, but we can't take the risk." What risk? It's a school, what would happen? "People here, they're not a fan of us." That was true, but that wasn't your fault.

You remained silent, Joel sighing while rubbing his eyes, "Look, if you want, I can teach ya." He offered. "I know I'm not here often, but I can manage."

"That's not the point Joel." He didn't like it when you called him Joel, it was only dad to him. "I made friends when you and Ellie were away. I want to see them." You voiced gained volume, but you were afraid of gaining Ellie's attention. Joel's brow furrowed, clearly confused.

"What do you mean 'friends'?" The words were harsher, also getting louder. "I thought I told you to stay away from the kids."

"You were gone for months Joel, what did you expect?"

"I expected you to listen to what I say." He yelled in response. You were fuming.

"You never let me do anything, why would I listen to you?" You were waving your hands around, gazing at him with a perplexed expression.

"Because I'm your father!" You were sure Ellie would hear, but you didn't care.

"No, you're not!" Your breath was ragged. "You're not my dad, Ellie's not my sister." Your voice became quiet as Joel's look became dark. Slowly, you began to ease back onto the bed, having gotten up as the conversation became more tense. You looked back out the window, watching as parents walk with their children. "A dad wouldn't do this to me."

It was cold and quiet. The bed shifted as Joel stood up, but he didn't leave the room, just paced around. His arms were crossed, and he was breathing heavily. After what felt like a lifetime, Joel stomped towards you. As you gaze slowly went to focus on his face, you took in how upset he was. His fists were clenched, and his gaze was burning into you, almost like it would make a mark.

The words that came out of his mouth once your eyes were locked were cold. "You're never going to say that again." The statement was vailed with a sense of calm, "I am your father." You didn't say anything as he slowly crouched down to your level. Now, eye level with you, he continued. "Say it." He demanded; eyes dark.

"You're my father." You murmured.

"Again. Louder."

"You're my father." You said loud enough for him to hear. He answered with a nod. He stood up and walked towards the door. As it squeaked open, he called out to you. Looking up at him, you noticed that Ellie was right outside in the hallway, but you didn't focus on her, just Joel.

"Don't talk to those kids again, your grounded." The door slammed shut, and you were alone once again.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x platonic!reader #platonic joel miller #yandere ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #joel miller #yandere the last of us #the last of us x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #yandere fanfiction

[wolfofwritingstreet]

Bridgerton request please :)

bridgerton child is travelling the world or convincing anthony to travel the world

xoxo your favourite girl

AN: This is only because your'e my best friend, I will not be doing anymore Bridgerton requests istg.

Don't Get Caught

Fem!Reader x Platonic!Bridgerton Family

"I will not hear any more of this nonsense." Anthony hissed, as you had once again asked him for permission to join Colin on his travels.

"You aren't even listening to me." You stressed, gripping at the silk of your dress. "I will never get this chance again. Mama tell him."

Your mother turns away from Daphne with a pitying expression, looking between your pink face and your eldest brothers.

"You know why you cannot my dear. You will soon be ready to find a husband, and you will not find a suitable husband if you are halfway across the world."

"Well, what about Colin and finding a wife!"

"Colin's travels are to enrich his education, it will increase his reputation amongst the women." Anthony answered, and your head snapped back to his with narrowed eyes.

"I was not speaking to you, brother."

"Tone." Your mother reprimanded, and as you looked across the room you saw this was a losing battle. So, holding your head high you dipped your head in farewell and marched our of the living area.

You were not giving up.

As night fell upon the Bridgerton household, you were already poised and waiting by your door. The dim lamps from the hallway, giving you a slither of vision as you watched Benedict, the final one, enter his chambers for the night.

Then you were off, silently closing the door, you made your way to the window and popped it open. The cool breeze hit you in the face, but you were too determined now to be deterred by some bad weather.

So, without looking down you shrugged on your traveling bag, and began scrambling down the side of the house. By the time you reached the bottom your knees were bruised and bloody, and your palms burned from the gritty exterior.

"Uh, should you be down here?" You yelped, clutching the small bag to your chest as a boy came out from the shadows. You didn't recognize him, and he didn't seem to be one of the boys Anthony hung out with.

"Yes, my door was simply in a jam."

"So, the window was the next best thing?" You stared at him, huffing as you marched past. "Miss, Miss!"

"What!" You spun to face him again, "What could you possibly need from me at this hour."

"You dropped this." He held up your velvet pouch of money, and came to stand by you. "I'm Theo."

"Give me that... Please." He shrugged, opening the pouch and taking a few coins as you gasped and snatched what remained back. "So, you bother me because you are a thief."

"Nah, I'm simply taking my wage your brother said you'd pay. Come on, poshie." Theo marched past, and your legs started on their own accord as your mind spun.

"Anthony paid you?"

"Who? No, this one was... Benedict. He said make sure my sister gets to the carriage. Seemed off his head."

"Was that all he said." You ask meekly, finalizing your counting of the final coins as you slotted them back into the pouch to safely put away.

"He also said. I don't know how she'll do it, but tell her she better not get caught."

You let out a breath, nodding to Theo as the carriage Colin would take at first light came into sight.

If Anthony didn't kill you, your mother sure would.

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[catinasink]

introduction teehee

most recent edit: 2/03/24

hi!

general questions

who am i?

i'm cat (dont capitalize, as in Cat) and tentatively eli or nico. i'm a minor, as well as in middle school (ages 11-14). i go by it/its (if you're calling me cat) or they/he (if you're calling me eli or nico) or no pronouns. i am transmasc agender, aroacespec (aroflux and aegosexual), and pan.

what do i post about/reblog about?

marauders

genshin impact

other random fandoms

dreamscape nexus (...)

life things! (vents, random events, etc)

things about my friends :D

classes outside school (ballroom dance, art, aikido, russian, math)

writing (i am a writer)

music (i post lyrics from music, is fun)

gay (i am gay)

my friends

family, pets, friends?

one older sister

two cats - kim and shego (or floorshitter)

irl friends:

pissboy (my husband. he/they) (pissboy origin story)

lee (my wife. not a permanent nickname. she/her)

preppy (my wife, not a permanent nickname, she/her)

miss eighth* grader (she/they, talks abt sui a lot)

ashes (she/her, my bbg)

may mention some other ppl as well lol

can you tag me, ask me questions, tag me in chain asks or tag games?

sure, i might not participate in tag games or chain asks tho :>

timezone?

PST, inside a sink

dni?

if over 25, bigots in general, the usual

what can you call me?

no: bro, guy, gal, sis, girl, man, boy, dude, etc. (gendered terms in general)

yes: pet names (sarcastically and/or platonically, ofc) such as sweetheart, honey, bbg (please dont fully type out babygirl); lil guy is fine

i might call myself a girl or a boy, dont take this as permission please x

--

*used to be miss seventh grader

other info

i would appreciate tone tags if you feel you are speaking too vaguely, but otherwise it's fine

am either a slytherin or ravenclaw. slytherin most-likely

am INTP-T

scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising (i think)

pandora sun, lily moon, regulus rising

i speak english and russian, am learning german and hebrew (long story)

one sideblog, @catinasink-writes, this is only for my fanfiction

i also have another sideblog. kudos to you if you find it

I might ask you to explain a sentence or a phrase for me, it's bc words tend to not be understandable for me sometimes

i. might be neurodivergent

please alert me if you're going to leave, it scares me sometimes

am matching banners with @shrimpysstuff!! go check her out, her blog is wonderful :3

tags!

ramblies, vents, anything thats not a reblog and doesnt fall into another category: #cat's rambles

posts mentioning my cat, or with my cat: #cat's cat

writing (in general): #cat's writing

writing (actually writing: #poetry maybe

my art: #cat's art

my asks: #cat's asks

posts made during school (tend to be queued): #cat's schoolposting

music-related posts: #cat's lyricposting

my own music: #cat's lyrics

my beloved friend @this-is-me-lolol: #basil my beloved &lt;3

pissboy, my friend: #my lovely pissboy

my friend @o-kye: #tumblr user o-kye

cali cult: #calicos

sink lore: #happenings of the sink

blender anon: #cat's blender anon

dear anon (dreamscape nexus thing): #cat's dear anon

dreamscape nexus (...): #Dreamscape Nexus

ao3 details

my account (catinasink)

i've got a good feeling that we could be something

rated T

the Selection but rosestarkillerchaser

features the Blacks as the Schreaves

the Order as the rebellion

rosestarkillerchaser, emmarlily, wolfstar

unfinished, 8/30 (estimate)

watching pixar on a school night

rated T

a texting fic for the marauders 5th year and skittles 4th year

modern au w magic

rosestarkillerchaser, emmarpanlily/sunkeeperflowerseer, wolfstar

background benjy/peter + nobleflower + frank

slowburn

unfinished, 25/?

they're so pretty it hurts (i'm not talking about boys, i'm talking about girls)

rated T

oneshot about marlene

in the universe of wpoasn

features slavic marlene!! bc that is my love >>

also ace marlene!

2.7k words

finished, 1/1

dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

rated T

in the universe of wpoasn

noblesea (molly and alice) focused

has noblesea, nobleflower, and fralice (polyam alice)

slowburn

unfinished, 2/8 (estimate)

fic summaries (definitely accurate)

tumblr writing masterlist (chronological order, first most recent)

song-resembling thing (aka big mistake) (with voice ;-;)

maybe one day

to old friend once again

jolly ranchers

to v

my love

piano

fuck periods

more vent (green)

to my old friend (again)

to my old friend

more poetry/rambling/vent whatever :>

more poetry

poem thing that blender anon said i should share

have a nice day!

#cat's rambles #cat's writing #intro post! #<- previous intro post can be found in that tag

[fluffyr0cky]

"Her soul belongs to words and books. Everytime she reads, she is home"

🌻She/they🌻

Please read my boundaries before interacting! (Also re read them from time to time to see if I added anything!)

🌻 Boundaries • boycotting for Palestine • Sona Ref • Trigger warning for my vents on my blog‼️‼️‼️🌻

⭐HELLO EVERYONE!!! my name's rocky!! I'm mostly here to post my art and make friends:D

⭐if I tell you I love you, or call you honey,love, sweetie, sweetheart or anything like that please know it's purely platonic

⭐ iam genderfluid but I mostly go by she/they pronouns!(I'll update my pronouns whenever they change, they're at the top of my master post ^^)

⭐erm don't steal my art pretty please 😔

⭐I love making new friends! So feel free to dm me or send me an ask :3

⭐I'm 18 :3

Tags!!!

#the floof speaks (for when I post/speak^^)

#love ma moots (for when I interact with my beloved moots!)

#floof infested art (for when I post my art lol)

#floof reblogs (for my reblogs!)

#Rocky babbles (for when I talk about my special interests or when I start rambling!)

#ROCKY SIMPING (For when I simp obvi)

#old peepaw with no rizz😔 (for when I interact with my moot @mikebeanz!)

#CHOCO CHIP‼️(For when I interact with ma moot @itsyagurlchip !)

#ROEY‼️‼️‼️(for when I interact with my moot @idontreallyexistyet )

#FRANKSTER‼️‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @tmnt-narratives ! GO READ HER STUFF YOU GUYS‼️)

#MY WIFE <3333 (FOR WHEN I INTERACT WITH MY GORGEOUS WIFE @gorgeous-pearl !!!!!)

#KITTY‼️‼️‼️‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @kittykittyanon )

#MUSHY!!!! (for when I interact with my moot @idiot-mushroom !)

#LAMPY!!! ((for when I interact with my moot @lampylamperson )

#MARLON‼️‼️‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @taperecorder-gizmo @taperecorder-gizmo-the-second )

#DEVIOUS‼️‼️‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @devious-little-creature )

#THE HOPPER:0 (for when I interact with my moot @ofthefrogs )

#RAY RAY‼️‼️(for when I interact with my moot @shadow-ray4 )

#graffiti bestie‼️‼️‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @disastertwins9000 )

#JELLY‼️ (for when I interact with my moot @j3llyfishstars :D)

#FIZZY‼️ (for when i interact with my moot @fizzywashere87 >:3)

#AMOR!!!! AMOR!!! (for when i interact with my moot @amorvincitomnia-14 go read their writing btw >:3)

That's all I have for now(I'll add the others in the morning lol) I'll add more in the future!

⭐Credits for the dividers @saradika-graphics

Hope ya stay around!

XOXO Rocky ^^

#the floof speaks #love ma moots #pinned post

[baddestbittyontheblock]

anthony bridgerton fic recs

you are responsible for the content you consume‼️

✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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⊱· bickering by @ijustwant2write anthony bridgerton x reader, eloise bridgerton x reader (platonic) | bullying, fluff 

-the reader uses a lot of sarcasm and it drives anthony crazy and he hates her/want to sweep her of her feet/is totally infatuated with her.

⊱· a potential scandal by @curseofaphrodite anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | fluff, fem!pronouns, anthony's a lil bit mean, suggestive language

-it was hate at first sight. or that's what he thought anyway.

⊱· sweet thing by @snvws anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | 18+ MDNI! in love!anthony. innocent!reader. lots of fluff. pet names. dialogue about sex. anthony is a lil fuckin tease… you’ve been warned. slight period language. no use of [y/n]. will be full on smut.

-anthony and you decide to take a stroll around your garden -- being your best friend, you can’t seem to keep anything from the man. before you know it, a burning question makes it’s way out of your mouth …unexpectedly. luckily for you, anthony takes mercy on you and decides to help you out… if only a little bit

⊱· with his head between her thighs by @gxtitobxby anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | 18+ MDNI innocent!reader, a sprinkle of period typical misoginy and a dash of slut shaming <3 oral (fem receiving), crying, reader calls anthony "my lord"

-“and he uses… his tongue?”

⊱· "with all due respect, i would rather face your wrath than my wife's." by @daydreams-magic01 anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | sexism, 1.6K

⊱· lover by @genyakosstyk anthony bridgerton x reader

-"this is a disaster."

⊱· art is to feel (ch:1) by @peterpparkrr anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | 2.2k

-anthony bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. to find a wife. what will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life? 

⊱· baby, baby sweet baby by @iliveiloveiwrite anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | pregnancy, marriage and children, female centric labels - mother, wife, 1.2k

-a snapshot into anthony���s life as a father.

⊱· evergreen by @curseofaphrodite anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | implied smut at the end, besties to lovers, cheesy asf.

-you were back after a long trip and your best friend was pissed - not the best combo

⊱· unexpected affections by @clints-lucky-arrow anthony bridgerton x fem!reader | marriage of convenience, fluff, love confessions, mentions of future children. allusions to hypothetical sex, 3.5k

-the last thing that you expect is to encounter your husband upon a midnight quest for a slice of apple pie. and, most certainly not when the man in question is readily equipped with a fumbling love confession.

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton imagine #fic recs #fic rec #anthony bridgerton x you

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Intimate moments

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You and Chris have been married for a few years, but the intimacy has only grown stronger in this time. Not only do you share amazing chemistry in the bedroom, outside of that the both of you enjoy lots of other types of intimacy.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mentions of sex.

A/N | Hi all! I guess this would count more towards a head cannon rather than a one-shot, but I wanted to share some of my thoughts about what it would be like to be married to Chris, more specifically, what certain intimate moments with him would be like. I want to emphasize that I do not know Chris personally, and I don't know if any of these would be true, this is purely my imagination.

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Physical intimacy

Sex

If there is one thing the two of you enjoy doing together, it is having sex. Usually, it is just the both of you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't enjoyed the occasional threesome over the years. You and Chris know each other's bodies through and through, so you spice it up by either using toys, having sex around every surface of the house, or outside. Neither of you is shy about sharing kinks and have built quite the repertoire together that you can switch through to keep the intimacy alive in the bedroom, or outside if you're feeling adventurous that day.

Cuddling

During movie nights, when there is a thunderstorm going, or after a passionate session of sex, cuddles are always on both your agendas. You also like to cuddle when you're going to sleep, enjoying each others warmth when falling into a deep slumber. Whenever you're having friends or family over for movie nights, you always make sure there is extra room on the couch, and the biggest blanket is reserved for you two to cuddle up under. The blankets also help to hide some of the not-so-innocent touches you share sometimes when you're having a good cuddle session.

Kissing

Something both you and Chris will never get enough of is kissing each other. This ranges from small kisses on cheeks or temples to lazy make-out sessions, or steamy and sloppy kisses during a particularly rough round of sex. Neither of you shies away from a nice bit of PDA too, there have been multiple photos of you surfaced where you're enjoying a few soft kisses, or exploring each others' mouths with your tongues when you thought no one was looking. You also aren't shy to kiss in front of friends and family, much to their dismay sometimes, but you can't say no to the magnetic pull your lips both have toward one another.

Physical touch

You and Chris can never keep your hands off one another, always having to touch one another in either a sensual way or just a platonic and reassuring way. You are rarely seen without the other person by your side, always holding hands or having an arm around each other's waist. You also enjoy sitting close together, either right next to each other or on each others' laps. As much as you enjoy sitting in Chris' lap, you will never say no when he asks you if he can sit on yours. The weight of his body makes you feel grounded, and it is a nice way to get some extra cuddles and touches in.

Emotional intimacy

Long talks about the relationship and marriage

One thing both you and Chris agreed on early in your relationship, is that communication is very important. Every time either one of you is uncomfortable about something the other person has done, said, or witnessed, you talk about it. Even though this sometimes leads to heated arguments, these always get resolved by a good round of make-up sex, but not before talking about it thoroughly. The two of you also tell each other everything, there have never been any secrets between the two of you, much to the dismay of your friends sometimes. Everything that is discussed between you both, does stay between you though, that is another important rule.

Talks about body image and feeling (un)comfortable in your skin

Something you have always struggled with is your body image. Ever since growing up, you have always been taller than most people, but you were never the skinniest or prettiest girl or woman, wherever you went. You told Chris about this many times and every time he listens intently to everything you tell him without judging you. When you're done discussing this, he will show you every single reason why he thinks you're extremely gorgeous, giving you a few orgasms in the process as well.

Intellectual intimacy

Talking about the kids' futures: education

Education has always been important for both of you, but you don't see eye to eye on every single level when it comes to this. Even though you don't have kids yet, you both can't help but reminisce about what could be. The discussions usually surround topics like private and public education, both with pros and cons, but every time you listen intently to the other, thoroughly discuss all the arguments the other person brings up. There is no judgment in these situations nor right or wrong answers.

Reading and discussing books with one another

Chris wasn't much of a reader when you first got together, but over time you have found a type of book that you both seem to enjoy; thrillers. Every now and again you go on a date to a bookstore and both choose a book for the other to read, and when you're done, you switch them before discussing your thoughts and theories with a glass of wine or a beer. Sometimes you like to surprise one another by bringing home a book you thought the other might like, and so far almost all the books have been a huge hit with both of you.

Experiential intimacy

Cooking and enjoying meals together

Even though you aren't much of a kitchen princess, both you and Chris do enjoy cooking together every once in a while. Usually, you try new recipes you've found online or that you got from friends or family. Since you're more into the sweeter side of cooking, you enjoy preparing desserts like tiramisu or a rich chocolate mousse to feed each other. On nights like these, the two of you enjoy a nice candle-lit dinner, a nice glass of wine, and light-hearted conversations, followed by an evening of mind-blowing passion and love.

Visiting a new city and discovering it together

One of the things you and Chris bonded over when you met, is your curiosity and the fact that you both love traveling all over the world, getting to know places and people you've never seen before. You try to go to a new country and city at least twice a year, usually taking a 3-week vacation to get to know the culture there, and completely immersing yourself. These vacations make the most beautiful memories that you will often look back on together.

Spiritual intimacy

Watching the sunrise or -set together

On your first date together, Chris brought you to the rooftop of the apartment building he was living in at the time to look at the sunset. It had been a beautiful day, and the pink, orange, and purple hues of the sunset made this the perfect ending to your date. The two of you were mesmerized by it and shared a soft first kiss under these colors shining softly down on you. To this day, you still enjoy deep conversations together on an early morning hike to watch the sunrise, or a lighthearted dinner during the sunset, bringing up old memories.

Taking walks through nature together, enjoying the beauty of nature and each other

Walking through parks or hiking together, you cannot get enough of the nature surrounding both of you. Sometimes you take your photo camera with you to make lasting memories, and sometimes you leave everything at home and enjoy each other's company and conversations. It also isn't unheard of for the both of you to have a quickie or slow, sensual session of lovemaking out in nature. It makes you feel closer to the world, and the thrill of possibly getting caught only makes the two of you want each other more.

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Random Head cannons 2 🌼🥀

Characters: Savanaclaw + Octavinelle

CW: Mentions of first years, Leona accidentally commits arson, Ruggie is a klepto, platonic bromances with first years, little bit of violence in ruggie's, mentions of ED and body hcs in Azuls, mentions of slight nudity in Floyd's.

A/N: These two dorms are relatively small so I combined both into one post. Scarabia and Pomefiore will be condensed into one post as well.

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <3 hope you enjoy!

Leona

MY MAN <3 me and Leona are married Crewel officiated our marriage. (I literally don't know what headcannons to give this man HELP)

I like to think because he is a prince all the staff did everything for him so him changing to NRC and not having any retainers I can imagine he tried cooking once and almost set the dorm on fire.

He had to adjust to doing normal things himself since they were always done for him so I can imagine he STRUGGLED when Ruggie wasn't there (Unless he paid someone to do laundry for him before Ruggie than idk)

Off topic but I saw this one post and it was like "It's okay to commit murder but never okay to hit your wife." yeah that's Leona.

He'd hype his wife up in a fight and when asked he'd be like "I was taking a nap"

(How do you fall asleep in 3 seconds sir teach me your ways it takes me hours to fall asleep)

He can also get high on catnip btw

Ruggie

My favorite klepto freeloader

I can imagine first year Ruggie stealing from a particularly rich person and he goofed up badly Leona stepped in and beat them up and was like Bruh how do you fuck that up I am not helping you the next time you fail.

So *sips tea* even Ruggie has said himself his jaw is strong enough to where he can bite through bone and he can eat the bones too. Ruggie is a little terrifying because is Jaw is insanely strong (Stronger than jack and Leona's combined) so Ruggie could bite someone out of defense to break their arm and his jaw would survive. I think he figured this out once because he had to defend himself either because he got into a fight or someone attacked him and he bite them breaking their bone nearly ripping their arm off.

Between Floyd and Ruggie I'd rather not get bit by either :skull:

Jack

I can imagine first years as a bonding activity go to the gym together from an admiration point Jacks body build is really nice he's a buff guy and he's proud of it so I can imagine he gives tips to the others especially Epel and Deuce.

I also can imagine Ace trying to do a push up or a rep competition (He's not winning). Jack and Sebek end up winning.

Weird head cannon but I can imagine locker room talk between the first years is them admiring Jacks body build in a platonic bro way if anyone else does it Ace is running his mouth on them :skull: "Damn jack you seem to be getter buffer every day" Jack shows no emotion on his face but he's secretly happy to be receiving the compliments

Azul

I like to think he still has a bit of a tummy. It is implied that he has have an ED due to being bullied and an ED is something really sad to think about as much as I don't want to admit it I believe he may have one :(

His parents are divorced and I think he considers his step dad his "real dad". Now I don't know if he gets visitation, but basically in his mind he already replaced his deadbeat dad (I named him Liam because of a tik tok)

Ursula Canonically has a younger sister named Morgana so with this logic I want to say Azul as a half-brother who is an Affair baby. (I say half because biologically if you share a same mother you are technically full, but because Liam is his bio dad and he had another son it's half) and because of Morgana's character I think Azul wants to get to know his brother however I think his brother despises him and refuses too. New oc coming up.

Jade

Moray Eels have shitty vision so Jade wears glasses at night but contacts in the day. Floyd has glasses but chooses not to wear them Jade most likely tries to convince him to wear contacts 50% of the time he doesn't.

My favorite head cannon about Pookie Jade is he grows poisonous flowers and Poisonous flowers are one of my favorite interests. He likes to grow Oleander, Belladonna (Deadly Nightshade), and Azaelea. I feel like if he had a better greenhouse he can grow poisonous shrooms as well. (NOW I'm not saying he kills people, but Mafia theory people)

Floyd

Whenever Octo trio go swimming in a public place or at a beach, lake, etc. Floyd accidentally flashes people and almosst got charged with Public indecency many times so he's been banned from swimming in public.

Shrimps and Moray's have symbiotic relationship so I can imagine if he takes a liking to someone and names them his Shrimpy I bet he'd get real happy if they groomed him via brushing his hair, cleaning him up, etc. He'd give them food and would be their protecter by default in short he'd be down bad.

I wouldn't be surprised if he has ended up in Juvie before and probably has but got bailed out.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #foxglovepng #octavinelle #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #twst leona #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #jack howl #twst jack #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #twst floyd #twst azul #twst jade #twst headcanons

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A Crazy Love Story Pt.1

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha x Wanda (Platonic), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When Wanda gets a call that her wife has been in a car accident what will happen next in their crazy lives.

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, Depression, Coma, Pregnancy's, maybe a bit of Angst, Probably more

A/N: This is a work that I had originally posted on ao3. So I figured I might edit it a bit and post it over here.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL COPU, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!

Wanda and Nat were sitting on the couch in the compound finishing up paperwork. The room was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the typing of the computers and the sounds of pencil on paper. Occasionally the sounds of a wine glass being picked up or put back down.

The silence was interrupted when Nat’s phone started ringing. She looked at the number that flashed across the screen, she didn’t know it, so she hit ignore on it. If it was important, they would call back or leave a message. It just so happens to be that important cause her phone starts to ring again. This time she picks it up.

“Hello?”

Natasha questioned over the phone.

“Hello, is this Natasha Romanoff?”

The lady on the other end of the phone asked.

“Yes, this is her.”

“I’m a Nurse at NYC Health Bellevue Hospital. You are one of the emergency contacts for Y/n Maximoff. We tried to contact her wife, but nothing ever went through.”

Nat stops listening and looks to Wanda.

“Wanda, where is your phone?”

Wanda picks up her phone and looks down at it sadly, noticing that it is currently dead.

“It’s dead.”

“Ma’am, Y/n has been in an accident, and you should get here as soon as possible.”

The woman on the other end of the phone says as she brings Natasha back to the conversation on the phone.

“We’ll be right there.” Nat hangs up the phone, putting her laptop down and getting up. “Wanda get up now we have to go.”

“Nat what is going on? Where do we need to go? We haven't finished our reports yet.”

Nat walks over to Wanda and places her laptop on the table in front of her.

“Y/n has been in an accident, we have to go.”

Wanda felt like all the air in her lungs had been pushed out hearing those words fall from Natasha’s lips. She gets up off the couch in a daze as Nat pulls her towards the garage. Wanda stumbles along behind her not knowing how to feel or think.

The two of them barge past the boys not being able to hear a word coming from them as their minds only focus on you. Nat pulls Wanda out into the garage, grabbing her keys off the hook and heading straight to her car. Wanda gets in the passenger seat as Nat gets into the driver seat.

The drive was silent. Both Wanda and Nat’s minds racing. Nat’s mind flash’s back to different memories.

----

When she first met you, you were 18 and fresh out of the academy. Becoming a top SHIELD agent was something you were striving for. You were great at hacking, but you were also skilled in combat making you a versatile agent.  She knew you were fresh out, but she could see your determination and your drive to do your best.

----

Nat’s mind then flashes to when she truly started to care for you and wanted nothing more than to protect you.

“I know it’s late and I hate to call you … but I need some help. I have no one else to call.”

Your voice sounded so small on the other end of the phone. The longer you talked the quieter your voice got. It sounded like you had been crying and maybe in some sort of pain.

“I’ll text you my address.”

Before Nat could say anything back to you, she heard the phone line go dead. But just like you promised your address popped up on her screen.

Nat got in her car and drove to your place. Getting there way before the estimated time. She rushed up the stairs going to the exact apartment number that you had sent her. She double checked the address from her phone and where she was currently standing before knocking on the door.

Nat hears a barely audible come in. She pushed open the door, shocked to see a trashed apartment. Glasses shattered everywhere. The coffee table was broken and the kitchen table overturned. That is when she spotted you curled up in the corner of the room. Your knees were pulled up to your chest as you lay your head on your knees. She could see a trail of blood that leads up to you.

Nat quickly moves over and crouches down in front of you just now hearing the light sobs coming from your lips.

“Y/n?”

You lift your head to look at Natasha in front of you. Nat looks at your face seeing a deep gash that is about 3 inches long on your cheek that is just below your left eye. Your right eye is just about completely swollen shut.

“I’m sorry.”

You say to Nat in a low strangled voice.

“Y/n what happened?”

Nat felt anger inside her seeing you like this.

“Lucy, s-, she.”

You struggled to get your words out, stopping when a loud sob broke through your lips.

“I’m going to kill her.”

Nat said, going to stand up and find your worthless girlfriend.

“Nat please.”

You whimpered, grabbing her hand before she had a chance to get away. Causing her to crouch back down in front of you.

Nat has hated your girlfriend since the day she met her. You two have been together for 2 years now. Moving in together only 6 months ago. She never trusted her, but now she wanted to kill her for hurting you.

“Fine.”

Nat huffed looking at your small figure in front of her. She knew she couldn’t leave you like this.

Nat helped you get up off the floor and into your shared bedroom with the jackass. You had blood all over your cloths all of it being your own. You needed some clean cloths, but you struggled to pull your shirt over your head. Nat came up behind you and helped you lift it over your head. As your arms dropped back to your sides Nat notices that your right side is just one giant complete bruise. She notices the faded older bruises and the ones that aren’t so faded yet around your torso.

“Y/n/n how long has this been going on for?”

Nat gritted her teeth as she helped you pull a clean shirt over your head. You held back tears looking at Nat directly in her eyes.

“6 months.”

You say as a whisper.

Nat knew you could defend yourself, but for someone to have this much power over someone that they won’t even defend themselves makes her see red. Her face hardens, knowing that as soon as you moved in with her, she started beating you. You, of all people, never deserved that.

Nat was about to rush out of your room when she noticed a blood spot forming on the front of your clean shirt. She lifted it up just to the point of the blood to see that she had missed the small stab wound that was on your abdomen.

“You need to go to the hospital.”

Nat said dropping your shirt and taking your hand to lead you out of the room.

“No, please. I can’t go. May and Peter will find out if I do.”

“Y/n you need help. Your ribs are broken, you’ve been stabbed, and your cheek is still bleeding.”

“I can’t.”

Your eyes started to water again as Nat pulled you into her embrace.

“I know someone who can help you.”

You shook your head yes in her chest.

This was the night that Nat took you to the Avenger’s tower. Bruce had set your ribs back in place. Stitched up your stab wound and the cut on your cheek. You lived at the tower for a few years. Nat had called some other SHIELD agents to get your things out of that apartment. This was the night that you two became best friends and sisters.

----

Nat’s memory goes forward to a year and a half later. You're now 23 years old and were dating some other SHIELD agent that you had met at work. Nat thought you were safe with her since she was a SHIELD agent. But you had pushed everyone away.

Nat had, had enough and went over to your girlfriend’s place after not hearing from you in a week. Maria had called her saying you hadn’t shown up for work in 3 days. She was worried so she didn’t hesitate to barge into your girlfriend’s place. She heard screaming coming from the bedroom.

When she walked in, she saw your girlfriend banging on the door and screaming at it. She didn’t see you, but she heard your sobs from the other side.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Nat yelled, catching the attention of your girlfriend.

“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?”

Your girlfriend asked. But Nat didn’t back down just moving closer to your girlfriend.

“I said what the hell are you doing?”

Nat said through gritted teeth.

“This is no concern of yours Natasha!”

Your girlfriend spat. Her words were laced with venom.

“It has everything to do with me. You better get the fuck out of here before I make you.”

Nat stalked closer to your girlfriend who is utterly terrified of her. So, she throws up her hands and rushes out of the room.

Nat walks to the door and knocks on it slowly still hearing you crying from the other side.

“Go away.”

“Y/n/n it’s me Nat. Please let me in.”

The door swings open and you just jump into her arms.

“Natty?”

“I’ve got you.”

This relationship didn’t have physical abuse like the last, but she mentally broke you down and you stopped talking to friends and family as time went on. It only took a few short months for you to pull completely away from everyone. But Nat wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.

----

Soon Nat was back to the present with her thoughts when she pulled up to the Hospital. Not even remembering the drive to the hospital, only thinking of you. Nat parked the car and jumped out the car running towards the door Wanda right in front of her. They both run up to the main reception desk.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for Y/n Maximoff.”

Wanda asks the nurse who was sitting behind the desk. The nurse starts typing on the computer looking at it intently before she looks back up to Wanda and Nat.

“It looks like she is currently in surgery.” The nurse points behind them. “That officer was the responding officer.”

“Thank you.”

Wanda rushes over towards the officer who is talking to a family. The man is covered in blood, the woman is holding a small child, and another child is latched onto her leg.

“Excuse me officer, the nurse said you may know about my wife’s accident.”

“Wanda Maximoff?”

The officer asks her.

“Yes.”

The officer motions for them to move away from the family that is giving them sad looks.

“Your wife was in an accident earlier today. Someone ran her car into oncoming traffic.” He points to the family. “Her car was about to hit that family and according to witnesses she swerved the car out of the way of them running straight into a barrier. Her car flipped over and landed down in a ditch. The family she almost hit helped get her out of the overturned car and was there when paramedics arrived. We don’t have any leads on the car that ran her into traffic, but we are investigating.”

The officer hands Wanda a card with his information on it as before walking away. Wanda and Nat walked over to the family who had sad smiles on their faces. Wanda held out her hand to the man.

“Thank you for helping my wife.”

The man shakes Wanda’s hand.

“It was the least I could do. It looked like someone really wanted to hurt her and she decided to save my family at the risk of her own life.”

Tears were freely flowing down Wanda’s face knowing that you would do anything to help people no matter the cost.

The interaction with the family was quick and filled with a lot of thank yous from both sides. After the family left Wanda and Nat went to sit down in the waiting room.

Several hours passed filled with anxiety and fear waiting to hear anything about your condition. But then Wanda and Natasha were pulled from their thoughts as a surgeon walks up.

“Wanda Maximoff?”

Wanda scrambles to her feet followed by Natasha.

“That’s me.”

Wanda’s accent is thick due to worry and concern for you.

“I’m Dr. Grey, your wife is out of surgery and is currently being taken to a room. Her left leg was shattered in the crash. We had to put several plates and screws and also needed the use of rods. She had some internal bleeding that was determined to be from the liver. She also has a nasty gash on her head and currently looks to be doing fine but we will keep a close eye on it. I am happy to tell you that your wife and baby are doing just fine. You can head on into her room whenever you are ready.”

Wanda mumbled out a thank you. The words baby ringing through her head over and over again. Nat hearing it also was confused by the words. She hasn’t heard anything about the two of you trying for kids. There is no way you would cheat on Wanda would you. No, it can’t be.

Wanda is heading towards your room with Natasha hot on her heels. As they get there, they see you laying in the bed looking so broken. They could see the rods sticking out of your leg all the way from your hip down to your ankle. They could see the gash that the doctor was talking about, some of it poking out from your hairline on the top left of your forehead. Your face was covered in small lacerations as were your arms.

Before Natasha could ask Wanda about the baby an ultrasound tech walked into the room with a machine.

“Hello, I came to check on the baby and see if there is any concern.”

The woman walked to your right side and began to perform the ultrasound. Wanda went to your left and was holding onto your hand as she watched the screen. The room was silent, no one knew what to say or do. All that could be heard was the beeps from your heart monitor and the swishing sound from the ultrasound.

The tech took a shot of the screen and smiled at Wanda.

“Well, would you look there?” She marked two locations on the screen. “Looks like you're having twins.”

Wanda felt the tears streaming down her face as the tech handed her a photo that she had printed that showed both babies, one marked A and the other B.

“Congratulations.”

Wanda gripped onto the photo looking at the two small jelly beans in the photo. Blinking away tears as the tech continued taking some more photos and printing a few more and placing them into a small envelope.

Nat had her hand on Wanda’s shoulder looking at the photo that was tightly gripped in her hands. The tech left after leaving the photos with Nat as Wanda was still clutching the first one.

“Wanda?”

“I’m sorry Nat. I’m sorry. We wanted to wait to tell everyone when we knew she was actually pregnant. We’ve been trying for months but it always ended up being negative. I didn’t know this one took.”

Nat spun Wanda around and pulled her in a hug as Wanda sobbed into the crock of her neck.

“It’s ok Wanda. They are all ok and looks like you two are having twins.”

Wanda sobbed harder at the thought of having twins just like what she is.

“I’m so happy for you two Wanda.”

Nat cooed as she rubbed her hand on Wanda’s back trying to calm her down. Wanda started to calm down as it really dawned on her that you were pregnant and you two were going to have twins. She turns back to look at you with a small smile on her face.

Wanda sat down on your left side holding onto your hand as Nat went to the right and just watched you. They sat there for an hour when all of a sudden, your monitors started to beep like crazy and your body began to convulse.

Nat quickly smacked the emergency button. Soon the room was flooded with doctors and nurses. Wanda and Nat were moved to the end of the bed watching as they worked on you. The two girls holding each other in an embrace.

The doctor opened your eyes and flashed the light seeing that your pupil was blown.

“We have to get her back into surgery right now. Someone page Dr. Greene.”

The team of them started moving you out of the room leaving Wanda and Nat standing there both having tears stream down their faces.

Before they could do anything, Nat’s phone started to ring. She looks down as Tony’s name flashes across the screen.

“What Tony.”

“We need you and witchy back at the compound now.”

“Tony that is not going to happen. Y/n was in an accident, and they just had to take her back to surgery.”

Tony was silent for a second taking in the news. Nat and Wanda had forgotten to inform anyone else of the situation.

“Can you make it? We are under attack by Hydra.”

Nat huffed knowing that Tony wouldn’t ask if he didn’t really need the help.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“What’s wrong?”

Wanda asks concerned just from the one side of the conversation that she could hear.

“The compound is under attack. I told Stark you are staying here but I’ll go help.”

“Are you sure?”

“He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t truly need it. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

With that Nat left out the room. Wanda didn’t want to sit in there by herself, so she went into the hall seeing some chairs lining the hallway a few feet from your room. She sat down waiting for you to come back to her.

Wanda waited for hours fidgeting with her rings as she stared at the wall or sometimes the clock on the wall waiting for you to come back. Wanda was so in her own head she hadn’t notice the person who sat next to her. They placed a hand on hers stopping her from fidgeting. She looked up meeting the green eyes of Natasha.

“Your back.”

“And I brought some friends.”

Nat gestured behind her as Wanda seen the team standing behind her. Wanda’s attention was taken away from them when she heard the sounds of a gurney coming towards them. She looked back seeing them wheeling you back into your room and the doctor once again coming up to her.

“We were able to stop the brain bleed without any complications. We made sure to keep a monitor on your wife and babies. They all did just fine.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor turned around leaving as Wanda headed back into your room taking the same seat as before. The whole of the Avengers following into the room. Peter pushes from the back of the group towards you and Wanda.

“Babies?”

Peter questions Wanda as he looks at you. His older sister that has spent years helping to train him.

“You’re going to be an Uncle Peter.”

Wanda gave Peter a small smile. Peter’s demeanor changed to happy and giddy as he looked between Wanda and you. It was still sad that you were hurt but so exciting knowing that he was going to be an uncle.

“Wait didn’t the doctor say babies, as in more than one.”

Steve asked. Wanda shook her head with a smile.

“Twins.”

“Congrats Witchy.”

Tony said with a smile on his face.

----

It has been a week since your accident, and you have yet to wake up. They had you in a medically induced coma for the first 5 days but have weened you off of that. The doctors think you will wake up soon, but it is hard to tell.

Nat was sat in the same chair as Wanda was in hers. Nat was reading a book as they hoped and prayed that you would wake up soon. Wanda looked at you with tears in her eyes.

“Nat.”

Wanda said softly.

“I can’t lose her. It’s been 2 days and she still hasn’t woken up.”

Nat places her book down on the stand next to your bed.

“Wanda you are not going to lose her. She is too stubborn for that.”

“I can’t take losing another person. First my parents, then Pietro, and then Vision.”

Wanda started to cry looking at how peaceful you looked.

“You know before Y/n met you, she had given up on love. After Lucy and that crazy bitch, she swore to me that she was done. She didn’t think she deserved to be loved, all love had ever brought her was hurt. The strongest person I know was beaten down and broken cause she couldn’t bring herself to fight the person hurting her. Then you came along, and I had never seen her so in love. She wanted to push it down and never let it happen. But you who never seems to give up on love brought it out of her. I wish that Maria and I can match up to what you two have. Don’t give up on our girl now she’s a fighter.”

The tears flowed freely from Wanda as she looked at you in so much admiration and love. Nat was right your stubborn and a fighter.

“I love her so much.”

Wanda mumbled.

“I love you too.”

A whisper came from your lips as you slowly blinked your eyes trying to get use to the bright lights of the room.

Wanda grasped your hand in hers as she looked into your y/e/c eyes.

“Baby.”

“What happened?”

You questioned trying to remember and understand why you’re in the hospital.

“You were in an accident but you’re ok.”

Wanda places a hand on your cheek. Her thumb brushing over the scar below your eye. Something she always does to calm and comfort you.

You look to your wife and see a small photo sticking out of her hoodie pocket. You instantly recognize what the photo is just from the top corner of it.

In a small flash, you remember what happened that day. You were worried that all your symptoms of pregnancy were just another tick from your body. You had seen how much it crushed Wanda each time the test was negative. So, to stop her from going through the pain you decided that you would take the test on your own for the first time, but you had run out of test the last time, so you had to go to the store.

On your way to the store a black SUV rammed into your car continuing to push you into the opposite lanes traffic. You could see the car carrying a family getting closer and they had no where to go so in your split decision you swerved and hit the barrier on the other side of them. That was the last thing you remember before now.

You brain runs at a million miles an hour panicking thinking that you hurt that family. You also think that you may have just killed your baby.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have waited and now… now…”

You sob as your try and get your words out. Wanda hates reading your mind, but she does hear what you’re thinking. Since your words come out as a sob.

“No, no, baby. It isn’t your fault. They are all alright. The family is ok, our babies are ok.”

“It was Hydra’s fault. They used you to help split up the team. But we got them Y/n/n they won’t hurt you again.”

Nat had filled Wanda in on the events that happened when she left. They had figured out that it was Hydra behind everything. They knew if you were hurt that both Wanda and Nat would be by your side taking them out of the fight. But what they didn’t expect was for Nat to go back and for Peter to be there.

Wanda takes your face in her hands making you look into her eyes and see that everything is fine. As your sobs turn into sniffles you realize just what your wife had just said to you.

“Babies?”

“Yes babies.”

Wanda pulls the ultrasound out from her pocket. She hands it to you. You look down at it seeing it marked with an A and a B with two small jellybeans underneath the letter. You start to cry happy tears as you take in the image in front of you.

“Twins.”

“Twins.”

Wanda repeats.

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Your now 4 months along in your pregnancy. You and Wanda have been living at the compound since your apartment was compromised. You two want to find a house but with your recovery and pregnancy it has been hard.

Your mood has been down recently. Hating that you can’t do anything on your own paired with the hormones from your pregnancy you start to get angry and distant.

Right now, you were being stubborn, and you needed to go to the bathroom, but you didn’t want to call for help. So, you took it upon yourself and got up and tried to head to the bathroom. Quickly losing your balance and falling on your ass. Letting out a yelp of pain from hitting the ground.

Wanda comes running in the room seeing you sitting on the ground and struggling to get back up.

“Baby why didn’t you call me?”

Wanda moves over to you to try and help you up, but you swat her away and continue to try and get yourself up.

“Baby please let me help you. You could hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine and that’s ok.”

“No, it’s not. I can’t do a single damn thing by myself. I have to sit in bed all day and have you wait on me hand and foot.”

“I don’t mind, I just want to help you.”

“Help me! Help me! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this mess. They used me to get to you and now look at me I’m pathetic and broken.”

Wanda stepped back from you with tears in her eyes. She knew that you have been beating yourself up over what happened, and you were just pissed. You finally snapped and took it out on the next person.

“God, I’m so useless.”

You struggle to try and bring yourself up. Wanda watches you wanting to help but knowing right now you’re breaking. Soon tears start to stream down your cheeks as you give up. You place your hands over your face as you begin to sob.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

Wanda moves over crouching down next to you and pulls you into her chest as you continue to cry and keep your face covered.

“I know baby. I know.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.”

Wanda continues to hold you as you continue to cry and mumble sorry. Finally, your cries turn into sniffles, and you stop saying sorry. Your hands fall from your face as you look up at Wanda. She has a small smile on your face letting you know everything was going to be ok.

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