#took me a bit to get into Tanya's head again

[theemissuniverse]

“SOME DISTANCE” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Mileena can’t really have contact because of her disease so you find some other way to satisfy her

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. thigh riding, slight dirty talk, soft!dom

It was rare that you and Mileena saw each other considering she was Empress of Outworld and you were one of Earthrealm’s champions. The two of you made it work despite circumstances.

That was today. Liu Kang had told you that he did not need you for the whole week so you were staying with your girlfriend in Outworld for the seven days. Mileena was more than happy.

The one thing Mileena was irritated of was her disease and because of the tarkat, that limited to her touching you.

She was feeling touch starved. You always looked so good in anything you wore. She practically wanted to rip off any clothing on you.

It wasn’t just that. Mileena feared that your sexual desires were not being met and that you would leave her to go find someone that could please you.

Today was her worst day. It was almost like she was in heat. You were currently playing a game on your phone, trying to get past a certain level. You were already irritated because you lost for the fifth time. “Ugh. Seriously? They obviously put this on hard mode.”

Mileena had lotion her body. She was only in her bra and underwear with a pink robe on, exposing her body. She had watched you play and it was clear you were obsessed with the game. “Are all Earthrealmers obsessed with technology?”

“Yes.” You replied simply.

Mileena hated when you’d play the game. You were usually the most talkative person alive. No one could shut you up but you playing a game? All of the sudden you came up with one word responses.

She rolled her eyes slightly before climbing into bed. You kept playing the game, paying her no mind.

You were wearing a tight shirt that made your breasts pop out more than usual. Mileena had been quietly suffering for too long when just by your body being covered in the right clothing made her soak her panties.

Mileena rubbed all over your chest. You still payed no mind to it. She decided to see if you were paying attention. See if you could get angry at her. She tried to hit you where it hurt because she knew the thought of it would annoy you. “It’s a shame that you’re on the game. I guess I’ll just have Tanya attend to my needs.”

You waved her off, still not listening. “Okay, honey. Have fun.”

Mileena was officially done. She grabbed the pillow behind her and used it to hit you in the head repeatedly.

“Ow! Ow! Hey! What did I do?!” You yelled out. Then you sighed when you lost the level again. “Dammit! You made me lose the level.”

Mileena stood up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips. “Why did you come here if you were just going to spend time on that stupid game?”

You scoffed at the idea. “I haven’t been on the game the entire time.”

She gave you a look. Then she crossed her arms with a simple tilt of the head. “Oh really? What level did you start at when you got here?”

“Five.”

“And what level are you at now?”

You paused, now understanding what she had meant. “Two hundred seventy six?” Mileena rolled her eyes and started to walk away from you.

You got up from the bed and grabbed her arm, making her look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not spend time with you. I’ll stop.” You turned off your phone. “See? No more distractions.”

Even though you were being incredibly annoying, Mileena sighed. She did not mean to be that mad at you. She was just frustrated. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” You noticed that there was something that was bothering her. You held her hand. “Hey, what’s up? You’re a lot more…straight faced than usual.” Mileena bit her lip slightly. You knew that it took a lot for Mileena to talk about her feelings.

“Come on. What’s my Empress so upset about?” You bopped her nose a little and the action made her smile slightly.

Her eyes darted to the ground. She didn’t want to look you in the eyes. “I feel as though this relationship will not last.”

Your eyes go wide at this statement. Now you started to beat yourself up about being on the game. “Whoa. If this is about me playing the game - the game is not important. You’re important.”

“It is not that, darling.” Mileena walked over to the bed and sat on it. “I know that you have needs and I sadly can’t meet them because of my…condition.”

You were a little confused. What needs did you have that she couldn’t help you with? “What needs?”

Mileena felt embarrassed that she even had to say it. “You know…needs…”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. You didn’t mean to laugh at her. You just thought it was foolish. Mileena glared at you and you calmed your laughter down. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you it’s just…what the hell do you take me for? Do I scream ‘horny by the minute’ to you?” You sat down next to her and placed a hand on her thigh. “I don’t need to have sex with you to be with you. It’s cool. We’re fine. Don’t overthink. I’m with you because I love you, okay.”

Mileena smiled at your words. “I love you too, love.” Her eyes darted away from you. “But it is not just that. I…”

You knew she didn’t want to say it so you tried to put the pieces together yourself. You then chuckled when you realized she was sexually frustrated.

Then you examined that she was already in her underwear and you were in your sweatpants. The idea came to you.

You leaned back a little and did a head motion to your lap. “Sit on my lap.”

Mileena was a little bit confused. “Why?”

“You’re ten thousand years old and you don’t know what thigh riding is?” You questioned her and she shrugged. You let out a laugh. It was cute that she was older than you but was still innocent in some ways.

You grabbed her hips and placed her on your lap. She allowed you to. Wow she wasn’t kidding about wanting you. You could feel her soaked panties through your sweats. You gently held her hips and guided her back and forth.

Mileena was not familiar with this at all but when you moved her she instantly let out a moan. You continued to do so for some time until she did it herself. At that point, your left hand stayed at her waist while your right hand was at your side.

Soft moans came out of Mileena and you wanted to facepalm for not doing this sooner. She looked absolutely stunning while riding you.

Her nails gripped on your shoulder but you felt no pain. You continued to assist her when needed when she was riding your thigh.

“Oh, lovely.” Mileena wished she could go faster on your thigh but she sadly couldn’t. She wanted more.

You were probably pushing contact but at this moment you had just said fuck it. You unclasped Mileena’s bra, revealing her beautiful chest. You then started to play with her nipples with your right hand.

“Oh, please, (Y/N).”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me stop.”

The constant pressure of Mileena’s clit being rubbed against your thigh made her feel dizzy. You noticed this and helped her move on your thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. I know you can do better than that.” You told her.

Mileena moaned at your words. Her nails dug into your shoulder more and she moved faster on you.

Your hands went behind Mileena. You gripped on her ass and smacked it, making Mileena let out a moan. “Oh, yes. I’m all yours, my love.”

“You’re all mine?”

“All yours.”

Mileena’s heavy panting was turning you on. Her hands started to play with her own breasts and you considered yourself to be the luckiest girl in the world. An Empress was riding you.

Mileena’s hand traveled down to your sweats and she tried to reach inside and rub your clit but you stopped her hand and placed it on your shoulder. “Why?” Mileena practically whined out.

“I’m more focused on your pleasure, doll.”

The Empress felt a tingly feeling rushing at her. “Oh my. (Y/N). I-“

“I know. Make a mess on my pants, baby.”

“Oh, (Y/N). Yes, yes. Yes.” You watched Mileena arch her back and cum all over your sweats. You felt her clit spaz on you and you wished you could eat her out.

You helped Mileena ride her orgasm until she was finished. When she was, she practically collapsed in your arms and you chuckled, hugging her back. “I didn’t know you were so submissive my Empress.”

Mileena hit your chest, causing you to laugh. “Shut up before I put you in your place.”

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #kitana #kung lao #mileena #raiden #johnny cage #mk #mileena x reader #mk1 #mk tanya

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter fifty four

close to home | chapter fifty four

plot: the reader meets Justin, and finally figures out what's been bothering Daryl

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,027 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, explicit sexual content A/N: thank you for reading!!!

After sleeping in a little bit due to the alcohol, you spent the rest of your day with Frankie and Rosita, helping around the Sanctuary like you’d spent the last few days. It was like a repetition of events. But you got word from Daryl in the middle of the day; Rick agreed to the run, and you’d meet a group at the rendezvous point at dawn—something you did not want to think about. 

You were in the middle of helping Rosita carry in supplies when you saw the message on the way. The Saviors were right. Your stomach sank into its anxiety, and you glanced at Rosita, who had an angry look on her face. 

“They’ve been popping up more and more.” She whispered to you. 

“It’s the first one I’ve seen so far,” You said, setting the basket down. “You think it’s safe here?”

“What other choice do we have? We can’t exactly just leave.” 

You looked back at the writing on the wall, frowning. You hoped Daryl didn’t see it. He was doing an incredible job running the compound; you didn’t want him to see this. But Rosita said they’ve been popping up, and you knew Daryl knew. Why hadn’t he said anything?

“Hey, I know you.” 

Both you and Rosita turned to the man who approached you. It was Justin, a man you had the displeasure of meeting a while back with Sherry--who told you to stay away. While he wasn’t one of Negan’s direct men, he could’ve been if he wasn’t such an asshole. And that was saying something, according to Sherry. 

“What was it like, fucking the big man?” Justin asked you, earning a few snickers from the guys behind him. 

“Fuck you,” Rosita said. “Don’t you got anything better to do?”

Justin looked back at his friends and then at you. “So, do you just hop from leader to leader? First Negan, now Daryl… if I take him out and take over this place, does that mean you get to warm my bed-.”

Your hand smacked against his cheek, stinging your palm to your fingertips. The red mark on Justin’s face appeared immediately, and his eyes turned to you angrily, but he smirked. 

You grabbed Rosita’s arm, “Come on.”

You both turned to walk away, and you’d only taken a few steps before you felt Justin’s hand grab your ass. 

“Hey!” Rosita yelled before you could even blink. “Don’t you ever touch her like that!”

Justin only smirked again and sent you a wink before he walked away with his friends, laughing. You shook your head angrily and pictured a thousand ways to kill the man, but you restrained yourself. 

“You okay?” She asked you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You let out all your anger in one long breath. “I wanna go eat.”

***

Daryl never showed up for dinner, which wasn’t unusual, so you didn’t worry about him. But you brought a container up for him, knowing he probably forgot to eat. He wasn’t in the room when you got there, but you knew he had been cause his vest and crossbow were at the foot of the bed. 

Which only met one thing. 

You grabbed a towel from the closet and headed towards the showers, which, to your luck, were primarily private. The only ones who took a room on the wife's floor were Frankie, Amber, Tanya, Rosita, and Eugene. 

Water was running when you pushed the door open. Negan must’ve remodeled the room when he took over because while it had stalls, a few were converted into showers with pipes running along the ceiling. 

“Hey, old man,” You said, walking towards the stall he usually showered in. “Has hell frozen over?”

You heard him snort, and you smiled as you started to undress. “I brought you dinner; it’s in the fridge. Why didn’t you invite me?” Showering together was new, and it only started in the past month or so. Daryl didn’t want to at first, but the thought of you being naked in there with him was enough for him to push back his insecurities. 

“Figured ya come lookin’ for me,” Daryl said as he opened the door. 

Your gaze dropped momentarily, admiring the man you loved, before he grabbed your arm and pulled you under the cold water. You yelped and immediately moved away. “I miss the hot showers from Alexandria.” 

Daryl nodded in agreement and handed you soap. 

It was quiet momentarily while you lathered your hair, feeling Daryl’s gaze the entire time. “You’ve been staring at me since I got here. Is there something you wanna say?” You asked. 

He shook his head and looked away, blushing, which made you smile. You stepped into the water to wash out the soap and then felt Daryl’s hands at your waist. He pressed a few kisses on the back of your shoulder. 

“You okay?”

He nodded and kissed your cheek before stepping away to let you finish. You thought about what happened earlier as you washed out the rest of the soap in your hair. “You know the guy Justin?”

“What ‘bout him?”

“Has he given you any trouble?” You asked, turning around and looking at him. 

He squinted, and you could see anger cross his features. “What he do to ya?”

“He made a comment--hand me that.” You said, pointing to body soap. When it was in your hand, you continued. “He made a comment about me and Negan. And insinuated that I just fucked any leader this place had.��

When you glanced at Daryl, he was glaring and biting his lip. “Then he said that if he became the leader, well, I’m sure you can imagine what he said about that.”

“What else?”

You chewed on your lip as you rinsed off the soap on your legs. “He grabbed my ass.”

“I’ll kill him.”

You grabbed Daryl’s arm and pulled him away from the stall door. “Don’t. Things are already complicated. I just wanted to tell you… I don’t feel safe around him.” 

Daryl’s face softened, and he brought you into a hug. “‘M sorry I wasn’t there.”

You nodded slowly, not because you agreed or thought he owed you an apology, but because you knew he needed to say one. So you pressed your cheek against his wet chest and hugged him tightly. 

“Ya don’ wanna be with anyone else, right?”

You shook your head slowly when you looked up at Daryl, with his wet hair pushed back and all his tattoos. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Need to hear it today.”

You grabbed his face with your hands and stood on your toes so you could better kiss his lips. “You’re the only person I want, and have wanted, in a really long time.”

He nodded, putting his forehead against your shoulder, and you hugged him. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Lot on my mind.”

You reached over and shut the water off. “Let’s go back to our room, and we can talk about what’s on your mind.”

You grabbed his towel and handed it to him before wrapping yours around you. After grabbing your clothes from the floor, you followed Daryl out of the bathroom and down the hall to your room, where you quickly got dressed in one of Daryl’s shirts and then braided your wet hair back. 

He called your name as you finished, and you walked over to where he sat at the edge of the bed. His hands grabbed your waist, and he pulled you closer so he was hugging your lower torso. You set your hands on his shoulders and rubbed them gently. You frowned as you looked down at him, worried. 

“I love you,” You told him. 

Daryl looked up at you with a tired smile, and you felt terrible for how exhausted he was. You wished you could do more for him, but you didn’t know what you could do. 

“I love ya more,” He said. 

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. You felt his hands drop around your waist, and you could tell he wanted to say something but couldn’t get his words out. Finally, he tugged at your shirt, and you knew what he wanted. 

“We have to be up early,” You said, moving to sit down on his lap. “We’ll be exhausted tomorrow.”

“Ain’ nothin’ new,” He ran his hands down your arms. “I need to feel close to ya right now.”

You nodded and pressed your lips against his, kissing him slowly. You didn’t care if you had to be up early. You didn’t care about a damn thing except making him feel loved, cared for, and wanted. Daryl was always so strong, and only with you did he let himself crumble. 

You wanted nothing in the world more than to make him feel better. And the fact that this was how he wanted it, wanted you, you would never deny him of that. You wanted it just as badly. 

Goosebumps rose on your skin when you felt his fingertips trail up your thighs to the hem of your shirt. Your slow kiss ended for the time it took him to rid you of the shirt. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he stood up, bringing you with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he turned and laid you gently across the bed. 

“I love you,” You reminded him, watching as he took off his bottoms before shutting off the light. 

Your hands gripped his biceps as he positioned himself over you, and you spread your legs for him as wide as you could. 

“I want ya,” He whispered against your neck.

You hummed in agreement when you felt his cock rub against you. “I want you, too.” 

He shook his head briefly and started to say something but cut himself off. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but knew giving him time to be in this moment would be better. He would tell you after, you knew it. 

Daryl kissed you again, his lips moving slowly against yours. His tongue traced your bottom lip lightly, and he brought his hips down again, rubbing himself against you. You had to suppress every moan each time you felt his tip rub against your clit. 

“So wet,” You heard him mumble, “Ya so fuckin’ wet already.”

“For you,” You moaned when you felt his tip again. “For you, Daryl.”

“I wanna fuck ya now, okay?”

You nodded and threaded your fingers through his hair, making him look at you. “Yes, honey.”

Daryl adjusted and looked back up at you as he slowly thrust into you. You moaned, your eyes still locked onto his. It was possibly one of the most intimate moments the two of you ever shared, and you felt tears burn through your eyes. 

“Keep lookin’ at me,” Daryl said. 

You nodded, biting your lip and forcing yourself not to close your eyes when he pulled out and thrust back in so slowly that you knew it would have you go crazy in seconds. But staring into his eyes was like your lifeline, and your heart beat erratically. It made you tremble with each thrust. 

The way he stared at you with so much emotion written across his face. He moved in and out, connecting and re-connecting your bodies in a way you’d never experienced before. This was on an entirely new level. It was something so intimate, so passionate, you wanted to live in it forever. 

“Don’ close ya eyes,” He reminded you. You hadn’t realized they’d fallen shut. 

“Daryl…” You moaned. 

“Tell me.”

You ran your hands down his broad shoulders and around his upper chest. “It feels so good… God, I love it. I love you.”

“What else?”

“I never want it to stop,” You brought your legs up around his waist as he thrust in, causing him to push deeper than before. “Fuck, Daryl, you feel so good…” You felt like you were about to cry from the pleasure. 

“Open those pretty eyes, (Y/N).”

Your eyes shut open and met his. He was looking at you so deeply, so lovingly, and the tip of his cock was hitting in that one spot that could make you start screaming if he was going faster. But this slow pace was driving you insane. 

“I love ya,” He whispered to you. 

You moaned, his words going straight to your core. “I love you too.”

His head dropped down to your forehead, and his hips quicked their pace but half a second. His nose bumped against yours every time he thrust, and you placed your hands on either side of his face and closed your eyes. “I want you, Daryl Dixon. Every morning and every night. Don’t doubt that.”

You heard him mumble something, but his voice was too rough, too full of breathlessness that you couldn’t hear. Then he spoke louder, “Marry me, (Y/N).” 

Your eyes opened wide as he thrust into you again, this time harder than before. 

“Marry me,” He pushed into you harder. “(Y/N)...” He moaned your name and thrust harder and quicker. “I wanna call ya my wife.” Harder. Quicker. You felt yourself clench around him, and you started moaning too loudly. “Fuck, please, don’ make me beg for ya hand.” 

He was pounding into you now, and the headboard slammed against the wall. Your mind was processing everything he said, but you lost all ability to speak each time he slammed into you. He’d never fucked you this hard, this desperate before. 

“Fuck it, I’ll do it. I’ll beg ya for anything,” Daryl groaned as he lifted his head to look into your eyes. “Marry me, please? Please…please…please…” 

You nodded because you couldn’t find the words, and then he fucked you even harder, and you reached up to steady yourself on the headboard. Everything was a combination of pain and pleasure, mixing to create a perfect balance that had you shaking underneath him. 

“Need to hear ya say it,” Daryl said. 

You nodded again and squirmed underneath him, feeling your orgasm coming quicker than expected. “Yes, Daryl, yes… fuck, yes…yes.” You tightened your legs around his waist, hips aching as your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. You couldn’t stop moaning so loud, and you were shaking too hard to cover your mouth. 

You heard Daryl swear, and then you felt him cum inside you. 

“Don’t stop,” You nearly yelled, “Don’t fucking stop.”

While his moments were sloppy, he gave you every ounce of you. He fucked you quick and hard until you knew he was utterly spent, and collapsed on top of you. Your hands shook as your high finally settled, and you winced when you let your legs drop down to the bed to relax. 

Your entire body was shaking underneath him, and you couldn’t stop. Your pussy was aching, and you knew you’d have bruises around there, but it was the last thing you were worried about. 

Slowly, Daryl slid out from you, and you nearly cried out in pain. 

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, are ya okay?” He asked you, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. 

“Did you mean it?” You asked. 

Daryl bit his bottom lip before nodding. “Can’ stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. Did ya?”

You nodded, blinking back a few tears. “Yes.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief and kissed you. Then he was gone, and you winced when the lamp next to the bed flicked on. You grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed and covered yourself, wincing each time you moved your hips. 

Daryl dug through his nightstand, and you moved closer, rubbing your hand on his back. “What are you doing?”

“Made ya somethin’.”

The drawer closed, and he turned around, moving to sit against the headboard. You followed his lead, leaned against his chest, and watched as he showed you what was in the palm of his hand.

“You made this?” You asked, picking up the ring. It was a dark metal, almost black. It was a simple band, and in his messy handwriting were a DD and your initials on the inside, but instead of the first letter of your last name, it was his. “Daryl…”

“I can find ya something’ else…” His voice trailed off. 

“No!” You yelled, closing the ring in your hand and keeping it away from his outstretched hand. “Don’t you dare, Dixon.” 

“Ya like it?”

“Are you kidding?” You sat up and looked at him. “This is the most incredible, most beautiful…” Your voice trailed off as you looked at the ring. It was imperfect; the band was a little crooked, and one spot was a little thinner than the others. But it was perfect.

Daryl took the ring out of your hand and grabbed your left hand, sliding it down your ring finger. The metal was heavier than you expected, and you smiled at your hand. 

“Daryl Dixon… I hope you know that no one will ever be better than you,” You looked back at him and smiled. “Am I supposed to make you one now?”

He chuckled and showed you his other hand around your shoulders. An identical ring for him. You blinked back tears and took it from his hand before sitting on his lap. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him for a long few seconds. 

“I love you, I love you so much,” You mumbled against his lips. “I don’t know how nobody else grabbed you while they could.”

“Never wanted anyone till ya,” He told you. 

Your heart melted, and you grabbed his hand, sliding the matching ring on his finger. “If I wasn’t so sore right now, I would fuck you again just for this.”

Your comment made Daryl laugh, loudly, which you so rarely heard him do. You smiled and looked up at him, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The best thing I got from this shitty world.” You told him. 

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Ya the best thing that ever happen’ to me.”

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #twd #daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl x you #daryl x reader

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening

An AU Elvis fic

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis’ full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of drug and alcohol use, blood/gore

Rating: PG-13ish?, will become explicit later on😈

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: Hello everyone!

As I mentioned before, I had this on the back burner for a while and am very excited to get this out to you. I’ve loved vampires for such a long time and what could be better if you mixed them with Elvis involved🤭 Bit different flow than my other fics in the past but I think you’ll like the mystery behind it all. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs. 🖤

January 25, 1973

Your bones ached after being on your feet for twelve whole hours. You needed to take off this suffocating uniform too while you’re at it. It clung to you uncomfortably and made you feel gross after a long day. You head to the locker room to change and go home, practically shoving everything in your locker and slinging your purse over your shoulder heading for the door.

“Y/n! Tanya wants to see you!” Someone yells from across the room. You huff, annoyed that she couldn’t talk to you any other time of the day and had to wait for the second you were going to get off. Tanya was your supervisor, she was tolerable, but still got on your nerves. You couldn’t completely hate her. She was the one who gave you a chance and gave you this job in the first place when you and Daniel moved out here.

You take a deep breath and quickly make your way to the back office. You knock on the door before entering and peeking your head in.

“You asked to see me?” You say politely, trying to not show the agitation in your voice.

“Ah yes, y/n, sit down I need to talk to you,” Tanya says sternly. Your stomach turns with her tone and your mind scrambles to find something you did wrong in the past few days.

You take a seat in the ripped-up leather chair and straighten out your uniform.

“I just wanted to talk to you about your performance lately,” she pauses and your heart drops to your stomach.

You don’t respond and wait for her to say something next.

“It’s been exceptional. You have no write-ups and haven’t been late once. Everyone compliments you on how the rooms look after you clean them I’m very impressed. You have definitely made a great impression on management here.”

You look at her a bit shocked, like all of this sounds too good to be true. You always put in all of your effort to do a great job but you never thought you’d get noticed for it. There are over a hundred people on the housekeeping staff and you thought no one would ever notice your work.

“Oh thank you. I appreciate you noticing the effort I’ve put in.” You say shyly.

“So management and I have decided to move you to a different position.” Your eyes brows raise and look at her inquisitively.

“Laura is moving away and that means her job is going to need to be taken over.” You try and wrack your brain for who Laura was but she doesn’t ring a bell. She was very quiet and had a different shift than you so you normally didn’t cross paths.

“Laura took care of the penthouse and I would like you to take over that position.” She says matter of factly and not in the form of a question. You were to do this, no ifs ands or buts.

You stare wide-eyed, almost not believing what you just heard.

The penthouse was where Elvis Presley lived.

The private and secluded king of rock and roll.

The man who changed the world with his voice and moves.

He’d become something of a recluse lately. The public didn’t see him very often other than for shows and he was upstairs in the penthouse for days on end. He had a very mysterious side to him with the way he was acting. He wasn’t the vibrant young rock musician like in the 50s, he was much more refined and had a sullen demeanor. You had never met him before even though you’ve worked here for four years now. You wouldn’t dare wander up to the penthouse to get a glimpse of him or you’d sure be fired. It was clear that when you got hired to not make it up to the penthouse under any circumstances.

You really liked him though, you loved how his voice made you feel. You remember having a few pictures of him in your room in the 60s and flocking to the movie theater with your girlfriends to see his latest picture. And the way those hips moved… oh God focus.

“I-i umm thank you, I appreciate you acknowledging my work. How would this exactly work though? Would the penthouse get put into my rotation every few days or…” you question as your mind runs a million miles an hour realizing you were going to meet Elvis Presley.

“Well you see, Mr. Presley is very… particular. He only calls for housekeeping when he wants it or he will be calling every day so it would be easier if you worked full time up there. We’ll pay you a few extra dollars for this since it is a different pace and everything,” she instructs.

You feel so overwhelmed. Your heart jumps at the fact that you’ve been promoted basically and will be catering to Elvis but on the other hand, Tanya’s tone of how she talks about him makes your skin crawl.

Particular?

What exactly does he do to cause people to talk about him like that?

What the hell does he do all day cooped up in there between shows?

“Thank you for the opportunity, I’d be more than happy to take on this role,” you say confidently.

“Wonderful, you’ll start tomorrow at 3 pm,” she says reaching into the drawer to give you a key to the elevator to give you access to the penthouse.

“3 pm? Isn’t that late?” You ask confused.

She chuckles to herself, “Elvis normally doesn’t get up til then so that’s when your shift starts,” she explains.

You take the key and thank her once more and make a beeline for the door before you can embarrass yourself any further. Heading back to the locker room, you realize nerves rattle your bones. Maybe it’s because it’s Elvis Presley you’re going to be catering to that makes you nervous but you wanted to get home as soon as possible to not freak yourself out and give back the job offer.

You get in your dusty car and onto the freeway to head home. You lived with your fiancé, Daniel, in North Las Vegas in a small two-bedroom apartment.

You weren’t the normal couple by any means, for one you lived together before being married and that was frowned upon by everyone. Your abusive father lived in the bottle and you couldn’t handle living in the same house anymore. You and Daniel were getting serious and he asked if you wanted to move in with him. You thought it was a godsend that you could escape your turbulent household and have somewhere safe. It was safe, but the longer you’ve lived there the more you realize the bad habits he has made normal.

It was 1973 and cocaine was running like wildfire in Las Vegas. If you had some kind of elite status, coke was the drug of choice. Even if you were a no body, you would be offered some at any party you showed up to. And while Daniel tried to act coy and politely refuse it, he would disappear in the bathroom for minutes at a time and come out looking higher than a kite.

You couldn’t forget the night you came home from work and he was high out of his mind, he didn’t even recognize you and in a paranoid episode, he threw his scotch glass at you, screaming at the top of his lungs to get out. The glass hit your forearm and shattered at your feet, leaving shards of glass in your ankles and toes. It scared the living hell out of you and for the first time were petrified of him.

The next morning he didn’t remember any of it, gave no apology and moved on as if nothing happened. It still bugged you and you told him you don’t like it when he does drugs. He assured you he only does it every once in a while and he has it under control.

But he definitely didn’t. Part of you wanted to end things because you could see it going down a dark path, but on the other hand, he was the only love you had known. And in the moments that he wasn’t on a substance, you loved him deeply. You felt the love that you two shared and wouldn’t give up on each other. You met in college and the sparks flew instantly. You had never felt serious for anyone ever and liked being around him. The years went on and he asked you to marry him, you couldn't have been more happy and said yes. He promised he’d take care of you always. For a while, he kept his promise, but lately, that hasn’t been true.

He was a bouncer at different clubs in Vegas and with the late nights for him and early morning shifts for you meant you barely ever saw each other. The apartment was almost always empty and cold as your heart felt. You longed for a fiancé that would miss you and be excited when he saw you home. Instead, you both were two ghosts passing each other, barely acknowledging each other’s presence. You didn’t want to give up, but something was going to have to change in order for you to stay.

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It was strange to clock into work so late. Normally you start your shift at 6 am, but today you rolled into work at 2:45 pm and found the locker room completely barren and quiet. Putting on your uniform piece by piece, you realize how self-conscious you felt. It finally hits you, you’re going to meet Elvis Presley in the flesh today and you wanted to make a good impression. There wasn’t a wrinkle left on your blouse or your skirt. You starched the hell out of it where it almost looks like it doesn’t move when you walk. Checking your hair in the mirror, you smooth back some of the fly always and take a deep breath.

You couldn’t pinpoint why you were so nervous, management obviously thought you were right for the job considering your current performance. It was probably the name and the image that intimidated you the most. You couldn’t let down Elvis in any way and if Tanya was correct, you were going to have to conform to his “particular” ways that he wanted things and do everything his way.

The shrill ring of the telephone jolts you out of your straying thoughts and jump up to pick the receiver off the wall.

“Hello housekeeping, this is y/n,” Your voice soft and gentle.

“Mr. Presley is requesting your services in the penthouse as soon as possible,” said the voice in a low, unwavering tone. His voice gives you a chill down your spine and you physically shiver as you stand there with the phone’s receiver in your hand.

“Yes absolutely, I’ll be right up,” you try to say quickly before hearing the click of the other line hang up. You take the phone away from your ear and hang it up, taking a long breath in before turning on your heels to the elevator, trying not to let this first interaction bother you.

Placing the key in the elevator to give you access to the penthouse, the ride up to the twenty-ninth floor felt agonizingly long and you take another moment to straighten out your uniform. Your hands tighten on the cleaning cart and sweat begins to form on the palm of your hands. The ding of the elevator makes you jump and you shake your arms at your side, trying to calm your restless nerves.

“Okay here we go,” you mutter to yourself.

The doors open and a tall man is waiting in front of the elevator for you. He’s wearing all black and dark sunglasses where you can barely see the outline of his eyes. He doesn’t move right away and if you were just passing by, you could almost mistake him for a statue.

You try to find the words but feel incredibly intimidated, you’re not sure if this was the man that called but your heart jumps.

“Right this way,” the man finally says in a short low tone. He reaches out his hand to point you in the right direction and you push the cart out in front of you and make slow, careful steps down the hall. On your left, you reach two double doors, framed with gold accents and a plaque in the middle of the door that read, “Elvis Presley.”

You look back at the man that was closely following you and he nods his head for you to go in. Your hand shakily wraps around the gold handle and pushes the door open. With your back against the door, you keep it open as you pull the cleaning cart into the room, being extra careful to not scratch up the door frame.

The heavy door closes behind you once you’re completely in and there is so much to take in.

The living room is very low-lit, only a lamp in the corner of the room was on and the velvety red curtains kept out all the sun from coming in. The stillness of the room kept you on edge, you don’t see Elvis anywhere to give you instructions of where to start made you keep scanning the room for a sign of life. The room looked like a tornado had struck here as you look down at your feet with plates and various alcohol bottles scattered around. There was a black grand piano by the windows and a large mirror by the the door that connected to the next room you presume.

Something else catches your attention; the way the suite smelled. God, it was the most intoxicating smell that you had ever stumbled upon. Something about it was comforting and refreshing all at the same time. You wished you could put this in a bottle and take it home to make your house smell this good. It almost made you want to lay down and take a nap right here, making you engulfed with it.

“About time you showed up,” a gruff, deep voice says in the corner of the room. Your head snaps back to where the lamp is and you see a tall man dressed in black velvet with a white shirt under his jacket buttoned down to the middle of his torso, exposing his white skin and sunglasses on, blocking his eyes. You swallow harshly and make yourself focus on the task at hand rather than obsessing over how good this place smells.

You clear your throat and make your way to him in the corner of the room, “I’m very sorry to keep you waiting Mr. Presley. My name is y/n, I’m your new housekeeper.” You say timidly, placing out your hand in front of you to shake his. He looks down at your hand, and even though you can’t see his eyes that well, you know he’s looking at you in disgust. You quickly retract it and put it at your side, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt nervously.

“Umm, where would you like me to start cleaning?” You ask, your voice upbeat and trying to hide the fact of feeling like this is rejection in some form.

“Where do you think,” he snaps coldly. Being this close to him, his size of stature looms over you and makes you feel incredibly small. Like he could crush you by just looking at you. Your heart starts to beat faster by that thought and you take some steps back.

“Okay, no problem. Do you mind if I open the drapes so I can see what I’m cleaning?” You ask with a smile.

“I don’t care, just get it done,” he says coldly. You quickly turn and go to the window to pull the curtains apart to let the light in. You turn around and you get a better sense of what the state of the room is in. There was so much trash scattered throughout the room and spilled food everywhere. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, and your eyes find Elvis sitting on one of the chairs in the opposite corner of the room.

You can’t help but stare at him, his pale white skin beaming against the sunlight shining on him. His gold chains hanging from his neck looked like golden strands of an angel’s hair on him. He sat with his legs spread open and his hand resting at his crotch, the other arm resting lazily off the side of the chair. His stature made you think of a king’s. The way he could command a room without saying anything. He was distractingly attractive and your body wanted to get closer to him. It made no sense of why you felt this way. He hasn’t said more than two sentences to you but you feel like crumbling at his feet. He was better looking in person, pictures could not do him justice and you felt bad for staring, but you’re sure he gets it all the time.

You walk over to your cart and take a trash bag out to start clearing the floor, trying to collect your thoughts and not let yourself be so distracted by him. It feels daunting to clean all of this by yourself but you assure yourself that you can do this. You work your way from the windows back to the front door. The entire time though as you are picking up wet soggy food and used cups, you get a chill that runs through your body and looks over your shoulder to find Elvis staring crater-sized holes into your back. Your heart thumps wildly, something about him made you incredibly nervous. But another part of you liked it. It was awful you shouldn’t be feeling like this! You were engaged for God's sake and can’t have your mind wander like that when a man gives you an ounce of attention.

At least he gives you attention…

After 4 bags of trash, you start to dust and carefully put back all his miscellaneous items back in their place.

“Make sure you make the bathroom spotless,” he directs.

You nod your head at him, “Yes sir, absolutely. Do your other rooms need to be done today?” You say.

“Yes the other rooms need dusting,” he says, “but under no circumstances do you go in my bedroom without my permission. I forbid it.” He says harshly. You feel goosebumps form on your arms as he says this and stares at you from behind the sunglasses.

You swallow and clear your voice, “yes sir. Thank you for letting me know,” you say without your voice wavering.

He follows you to every room you go in and watches you like a hawk. Silently critiquing your every move, waiting for you to make a mistake you presume. He keeps a safe distance away from you most of the time but other times, he gets so close that you could almost bump into him. The closer he is to you, the more suffocating it feels. Suffocating yet alluring. Like you don't want to leave his side. It’s such a strange feeling to have when you’re around someone. You always avert your eyes when you move around him to clean the next area, it’s the only way you could get things done.

The last room is finished and you pile everything on your cart. It only took four hours but you did it. You start pushing the cart towards the door again when the sudden boom of his voice fills the room.

“There’s a bottle underneath the piano,” he grumbles.

Shit, you think to yourself. He's already ticked off.

You quickly make it to the piano and set the bench aside, kneeling down on your knees to crawl underneath. Your eyes scan for the bottle he said was here but you can’t find it. You reach your hand out and crawl on the floor until you hit the curtain and you hear a clank hit the wall. The bottle had rolled under the curtain and was laying flush against the baseboard. The expensive bottle glimmered when you pulled it away from the curtain and it hit the light, revealing a crack down the middle of it.

How the hell did he see this, you think to yourself annoyed. He probably planted this here to test you and you failed perfectly. Probably is going to make a complaint and ask for another housekeeper. Fucking idiot.

You crawl backward out from underneath the piano and stand back up. You quickly turn around and Elvis is standing inches away from you, his breathing heavy. Your body jumps when you see him and gasp at his close proximity, your hands involuntarily squeezing on the bottle, making it shatter in your hands.

You cry out as you feel shards of glass get pierced into your palms. You drop the remnants of the bottle on the floor and watch the glass fall at your feet. Letting out a frustrated groan, you stare at your palms filled with glass as blood starts to quickly leak out of the wounds, the pain stabbing at you over and over.

Elvis makes a frustrated groan and grabs your wrist, squeezing it uncomfortably tight. You gasp again at not only the pressure around your wrist but how cold and disturbingly strong he was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He barks loudly, sending another chill through your body. You try to back up and the piano keys hit your thigh, making a tumultuous amount of sounds behind you as you try to get free from his grip. Your balance gets wobbly and you place your other hand on the keys to keep yourself from not topping over. The pressure of this only makes the shards of the glass go deeper inside your hand and you cry out loudly again. Your blood smears onto the keys and tears well in your eyes.

“Ahhh! Please, I'm so sorry about this. Let me clean this up,” you cry. You glance over at the other hand he is holding up and see the trails of blood drip drown your arm, his fingers also covered in your crimson blood. Your eyes grow wide and your breathing becomes uneven. So does his. He can't calm down with what you've just done.

“Get the fuck out,” he growls violently, disgust filling his voice. Your body shakes uncontrollably and he quickly lets go of your wrist. Your feet try to scurry away but they feel like jello as you manage to stumble your way to the door. You pick the large shards out of your palm and throw them on the floor. You don’t care about the mess you’ve made you just need to get away from him.

You’re in too much of a panic to grab your cart and reach for the handle of the door, smearing more of your blood in his suite. You push the door open and bolt past the men that have congregated at the door, having heard Elvis’ outbursts. Slamming the back of your hand on the elevator button, the doors quickly open and you rush in, pushing the basement floor and your chest heaves as you watch the doors close.

Your head spins and you feel like you could puke. The wrath that Elvis exhibited was terrifying. He acted like he was a caged animal watching you stand there bleeding. You knew you were going to get called into the office tomorrow morning and get either demoted or just fired.

You turn on the faucet and let the cool water spread over your wounds, wincing at the pain. You pick out the remaining small shards in your hand and go find the first aid kit. You wrap both of your hands with gauze and the bleeding finally stops. Glancing at the clock it’s past 7 o' clock and you don’t know where to go. You assumed your shift was over since he kicked you out but you didn’t want to go home to Daniel that was surely waking up soon to go to work and get a million questions of where you’ve been.

After you calm yourself down, you go to the parking lot and get in your car where you can feel the tears well in your eyes after a terrible day.

You made Elvis incredibly upset. He yelled at you and kicked you out. You couldn't do the one thing you were supposed to do and you bled all over his suite. Your heart jumped into your throat when you thought of what Tanya was going to say to you tomorrow morning. Resting your head on the steering wheel, you let all the tears come pouring out. Sobs and gasps fill the empty car and you try to calm yourself down but it doesn’t work, you’re too upset at your actions and you feel the world collapsing around you.

Suddenly, you get a chill that runs through your body, the same type you got when Elvis was staring at you intensely. You quickly lift your head off the steering wheel and peer out into the dark garage. There’s not a soul there as sirens go off in the distance. You shake your head at yourself, foolishly thinking Elvis would ever come down from the penthouse and check on you and possibly apologize.

You put the key into the ignition and start the car, driving away from the hotel as you prepare yourself for tomorrow’s firing.

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[michelleleewise]

The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x reader

Warnings: all the smut, tiny bit of angst, dom loki, sub reader, oral (f recieving), light bdsm, mild swearing.

Summary: it's time for new experiences, as the past comes back to haunt you....

Part Four-

You woke up stretching your limbs in the large bed, You hadnt slept that good in a long long time. The ache between your thighs reminding you of last night's activities making you smile. You tilted your head to the other side of the bed finding it empty "Oh yeah.." you sighed sitting up remembering Loki doesn't stay the night. You looked down seeing you were in your pajamas but didn't remember changing "did he.." you thought to yourself glancing over seeing you phone and a glass of water on the nightstand. You picked it up seeing a text from Loki.

I hope you slept well. Tonight is our last night this weekend, and I have plans for you. I will be here at 6pm sharp, I want you in the bedroom in only your underwear when I arrive or you will be punished. ~L~

You felt a shiver run down your spine, "how would he punish me?" You asked yourself setting your phone down smiling, you decided to ask him tonight. You got up stretching heading to the bathroom deciding to take a bath, the hot water soothing your aching muscles. You grabbed your robe heading to the kitchen remembering you could make coffee now. Opening your bedroom door almost having a heart attack seeing Scott on your couch.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in!?" You yelled pulling your robe closer together "I still have a key, nice furniture. How did you get it?" He asked watching you "none of your damn business, now leave." You demanded pointing to the door. "I need to talk to you." He said sitting back. "I have nothing to say to you, go talk to your fiancée." You said holding your robe closed. "I left her y/n." He said standing up. "I miss you, I miss us." He said slowly making his way to you "there is no us, now leave." You said again.

"Im still on the lease, I can come and go as I please." He said coming to stand in front of you "and you left, the apartment is mine now, and I said get out." You growled as he stepped closer backing you to the wall. "Oh, and what if I don't?" He asked reaching for the tie of your robe when you reached up slapping him as hard as you could making his head whip to the side. "Someone is fiesty." He smiled when you heard a knock on the door "Hey y/n, you awake?" You heard Tanya on the other side. He sighed looking down at you "to be continued." He smiled, grabbing his coat off the chair walking towards the door.

He opened it "Tanya.." he said slipping out as she stepped in closing the door. "What was he doing here?" She asked setting her purse down. "He still has a key." You said sitting at the table "he didnt..." She asked sitting across from you "no, but I'm glad you showed up." You sighed running a hand through your hair. "Here, I brought coffee." She smiled handing you the cup. "My hero." You smiled grabbing it. "Nice furniture, where did you get it." She asked looking around "Well, you know your suggestion the other day..." you said sipping your coffee "no way! You did it?" She smiled "and he bought all of this? Mine never did anything like this." She said sipping her coffee "yeah, and he bought groceries for me and took my bills." You said looking at her. "Wow, you got a good one." She smiled.

You talked for awhile longer before seeing it was past 4 "he's actually going to be here at 6 so..." you said "oh I see, get rid of me." She said laughing. "Ok, but I'm taking you to lunch next week, I want to hear all the dirty details." She said wiggling her eyebrows "ok ok, I'll text you I promise." You smiled walking her to the door giving her a hug "and think about changing your locks ok?" She said opening the door "Oh trust me I will." You said. "You have fun now." She said winking walking out almost tripping on a box "ooo what's this?" She asked handing it to you, seeing the green ribbon around it you knew, you pulled the note out from under it "I want you in this and nothing else." ~L~. You read aloud. "Ooooo....." Tanya said fanning her face making you laugh "I'll call you." You smiled closing the door.

You went to the bedroom setting the box down you untied the ribbon sliding the top off seeing a dark green lace bra and panty set laid next to a pair of black stockings and a garter belt. "Well, not too revealing I see." You said giggling. You got dressed in everything stepping in front of the mirror turning to the side "not bad..." you said to yourself fluffing your hair. You heard the front door open "pet, where are you?" You heard Loki. "In here...sir." you called out hurrying to the bed trying to sit as seductively as possible when he stepped in the doorway. "Do you like your gift?" He asked stepping inside "yes sir....thank you sir." You said shyly looking down "stand up." He said as you stood in front of him, you looked onto his eyes and it made shiver run down your spine.

You heard a low growl from him making your cheeks heat up "remove my tie." He said as you looked up meeting his dark eyes. You reached forward slowly pulling the knot down undoing it gently sliding it off his neck. "I'm going to try something tonight, what's the safeword?" He asked smiling "red....sir." you said holding his tie. "Good girl. Close your eyes." He said sternly. Closing your eyes your felt something soft pressed againt them wrapping around your head. "Good?" He asked "yes sir." You nodded. You felt his fingers slowly ghost over your shoulders down your arms "so soft." He whispered in your ear.

You felt him step away as you turned your head listening for him when you felt something slowly glide across your stomach making your breath hitch. "Mm do you like that?" He asked, feeling it move up between your breasts "y..yes sir." You breathed pointing your head down when you felt a light slap on your breast making you jump "head up." He growled "yes s..sir." you said lifting your chin. "Good girl, don't move or you will receive another." He said sternly. You felt it slowly slide up your neck to your cheek before slowly gliding across your lips parting them, feeling it slide down under your chin you felt Loki's tongue slowly glide across your bottom lip making you moan and lean forward to capture his lips when you felt a slap on your ass making you whimper "Ah ah...patience pet." He purred backing up.

You felt him press his chest to your back "Your so beautiful." You heard him purr in your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "Turn to the left." He said. Feeling his hand on your hip you turned until he stopped you. Reaching down he grabbed your hands and lifted them up "bend over." He whispered making shiver. You slowly leaned forward when your hands met something soft....the duvet? He placed his foot between your legs spreading them apart "perfect, just like that." He said backing up. You felt the same thing slowly glide up the back of your leg and thigh before feeling it glide across your cheek "who do you belong to?" He asked sternly "you.." You said feeling a slap on your cheek making you jolt forward. "What was that?" He asked again "y..you sir." You said feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Who does this perfect ass belong to?" He asked feeling another slap on your other cheek "you s..sir." you said shakely feeling your walls clench. "Mm...and who does this delightful cunt belong to?" He growled feeling whatever he had glide across your clothed core making you moan. You felt a light slap againt your clit making you cry out as you felt your arousel soak your panties. "Don't make me ask again." He said sternly "y..you sir! It belongs to you." You called out panting hearing him growl "that's right pet....this tight, perfect cunt is only for me.." he purred next to your ear feeling another slap against your clit making you moan loudly. "Mm...I think you enjoy this...don't you?" He growled y..yes sir." You panted feeling his fingers slide between your legs, pulling your panties aside you felt his fingers glided through your slick folds.

"Mm...so wet..do you want me to fuck you y/n?" He asked "y..yes sir....please." You cried out panting as his fingers circled your entrance "how bad do you want my cock inside you?" He growled sliding his fingers up circling your clit. "Aahh god...I want it...need it sir....please..." you begged feeling your knees weaken. "Your so pretty when you beg pet." He purred kissing your neck. "Get on the bed, on your back." He said pulling away. You inched forward climbing on the bed feeling for the pillows before laying down rubbing your thighs together. You felt the bed dip and fisted the duvet in anticipation. "Open up for me pet." He purred. You parted your knees feeling his fingers ghost up your thighs unfastened the garter belt before traveling to the hem of your panties sliding them down your legs.

"Tell me pet, has anyone ever pleasured you with their tongue." He asked rubbing your thighs. "N..no sir...no one." You panted "mmm..then I shall be your first." He growled. Feeling his arms wrap around your thighs he leaned down placing a gentle kiss to your clit making you moan. "Let's see how many sounds I can pull from you." He purred when you felt him lick from your entrance to your clit making you arch your back off the bed. "Aaahh....God...." you panted feeling his lips latch onto your clit sucking hard as he moaned vibrating your core making you cry out. You rocked your hips with his movements feeling the coil in your stomach tighten "ahh...sir im.....God I'm gonna..." you panted feeling his tongue circle your clit once more before he pulled back

"when you come it will be on my cock." He said sternly crawling up kissing your fiercely, tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan. "You taste divine pet but I need to be inside you..now." he growled. Lifting your hips he slid a pillow underneath you. You felt him kneel between your legs when his cock pressed against your entrance "s..sir...can i....touch you...please?" You asked as he lowered himself, hovering above you "since you asked so nicely...you may." He said pressing his lips to yours as your hands flew up, one finding his hair the other wrapping around his back as he thrust all the way in making you moan in his mouth. He pulled all the way out to the tip before slamming back in, the grip on his hair tightening as his tongue dove past your parted lips.

He hooked his arm under your knee bringing it up almost to your chest as he fucked you into the mattress. You drug your nails down his back hearing him growl as he sped up, pushing you up the bed with each thrust. "God...fuck m...me harded daddy!" You yelled out freezing at the name you just called him feeling him stop moving. "Shit...i..I'm sorry sir...I...I didn't..." you stuttered feeling your cheeks heat up. You felt him shift, leaning down to your ear "say it again." He growled in your ear "d..daddy..fuck me daddy..please" You begged hearing him make a noise between a growl and a moan as he slammed hard into, your head touching the rail.

He gripped the back of your head pressing your face into his neck as he pounded into you at an inhuman pace "say it again!" He panted "daddy..please make me come!" You yelled feeling him grip your hair. "Come y/n....come now!" He growled. You clenched hard around him crying out as he thrust harder into you. "Aahh gods y/n....y...you are perfect." He panted. Feeling him twitch inside you he thrust deep, holding himself there feeling him spill inside you. He slowly pumped into you a few more times riding you both through your high before stilling, releasing your leg. He reached up removing the tie for around your eyes you were met with green eyes "how are you feeling?" He breathed "im..good sir." You panted. You looked him over, his pupils blown wide, his hair a mess, his face flushed, he truly was beautiful.

"Did you like that?" He asked seriously "yes..very much. What was that you were touching me with." You asked looking around. "A riding crop, when used properly it can deliver the perfect amount of pain and...pleasure." He said smiling as he slowly pulled out of you making you whine. He sat on the edge of the bed next to you running a hand through his hair. "C..can I ask you something?" You asked sitting up "Anything, we need to be open with eachother." He said turning towards you. "Umm...so you said you've done this ten times.." you started looking down "yes..." he encouraged "and you didn't use protection?" You asked slowly lifting your head "ah..I see where your going, do not worry pet, I have been checked by a physician each time." He said. "Oh..ok.." you said looking down.

"what is wrong?" He asked watching you "was it the blindfold?" He asked "no, no that was...i really liked that.." you smiled "then what is it? Something is on your mind." He said matter of factly. "Its....my ex. He showed up here today." You said looking down. "Did he do anything to you?" He asked sternly "no, he..he said be wants me back, apparently he still has a key to the apartment." You said fidgeting with your fingers. "And is that what you want pet?" He asked. You looked up seeing a softness in his eyes. "No, absolutely not. I...I want you, for as long as you'll have me." You smiled. You saw the sterness return to his eyes before clearing his throat "very well, I'll send someone tomorrow to change the locks. And call me immediately if he shows up." He said standing. "Yes sir..I will." You said "Good girl. Now, you have school tomorrow so get some rest." He said getting dressed.

"Oh, and in addition to our arrangement since your ex has reappeared, I require you to text me when you get home everyday so I know your fine. Is that agreeable?" He asked slipping his suit jacket on "yes sir." You said watching him. "Good, and Friday I will be here at 6pm, make sure you are ready." He said "yes sir, I will be." You said. He walked over cupping your cheek making you look at him "I know what your thinking pet, and I'm not going anywhere ok?" He said smiling "the woman I spoke of, that i had to end our arrangement, she was....unstable. she became unhinged." He said watching you.

"As long as you abide by my rules, you have nothing to worry about. Submit to me....and I will give you all that you need." He said sternly "yes sir..I will sir." You said smiling "good girl, I expect to hear from you tomorrow, sleep well pet." He said leaning down kissing the top of your head. "I will text, I promise sir....goodnight" You smiled up at him as he squeezed your chin before letting you go. "Goodnight y/n." He nodded leaving the room. You heard the front door open and close before releasing the breath you were holding. You got up heading to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up you slipped into your pajamas and climbed in bed. Thoughts swirled around your head as you closed your eyes drifting off....

You couldn't wait to see what he had planned for next weekend......

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[emptyofbrains2]

A little help please

Fair warning, its a long story.

I met Tanya after returning to the city. She’s a well respected kink educator, charming and kind, with a sweetness that belies her sadism. She’s the type of person to invite you to go shopping for a few kitchen items only to discover she will use them to torture you with later. We became fast friends and playmates. 

Tanya knew that I had recently escaped an abusive D/s relationship. Though, not unscathed. I undergone conditioning to dissociate from myself during pain scenes. Any movement or sound was met with harsher punishment. 

As a result, I struggled to stay present and an active participant in scenes. I wanted to connect with my body and with those I played with. After several deep discussions Tanya and I came up with a “treatment plan”

—--------------Fast forward to:-----------------------------

“Sit.” She patted to a spot on the floor across from her.  I nervously knelt in front of her with my head bowed. 

“Look at me sweety.” she cupped my chin and raised it until our eyes met. “There you are.” This was the first time my eyes met Tanya’s since arriving at her home. Her brown eyes beamed as she smiled. 

“Do you remember why you are here?” She asked.

“Yes, Tanya.” I mumbled.  My eyes dropped to the floor. Her hand under my chin kept my head from following. 

“Look at me. That's it. Good girl.” The smile dropped from Tanya’s face. Her voice shed any of the bubbly inflection it previously had.  “Now, I want you to ask for my help.”

“Please Tanya.” I whispered.

“Be more specific. I want to hear you clearly. Do not mumble or whisper. I want to help you. Don’t you want my help?” The last part she cooed at me. 

“Please Tanya, help me to be present and connected with my body. Please help me become a better bottom and submissive.” I said louder with a small shakiness to my voice. 

“Good girl.” Her beaming smile returned. “Of course I’ll help you! I'm glad you asked.” Tanya knew that I melt when called a good girl. What can I say, I’m a slut for praise. 

“I want you to focus,” she said to me in her sweetly firm tone. “That's right. Just listen to the sound of my voice and follow along with my breathing.” She took my hand and placed it upon her chest as she breathed deeply. In. And out. In. And out. I did as I was told and soon my breathing soon matched hers.

The room began to dim and fall out of focus until only the two of us remained. I couldn't break my gaze away from her deep brown eyes. Tanya continued talking. She had a lovely tone and it was nice to listen. 

“Focus.”  With that I snapped back. Still not aware of my surroundings but I could see Tanya clearly.  

“Good girl,” She said. I blushed and a warmness enveloped me. Tanya continued talking and I began to drift again. 

I'm not sure how long this cycle of “focus” and “good girl” went on. 

“Up. Up. Up!” Tanya giggled. One thing Ive learned is that you should ALWAYS be weary of a giggling sadist.  She slid a padded bench from the corner into the middle of the room. “I borrowed this from a friend just for the occasion. Isn't that sweet of me? Now strip” She said with a small smile. I was still a bit groggy but could feel myself blush again.

Fully undressed Tanya gave me the come hither motion and then pointed to the bench. As I climbed on, Tanya positioned a mirror in front of me. Through it I watched as she laid out several canes on a small table. Tanya could see I was getting nervous watching her. She came around in front of me, knelt so we were eye to eye and asked “Shall we begin?” 

I nodded. 

“Alright sweety.” She kissed me on the forehead before returning to the table and selecting the thickest canes.  I felt the tip of the cane slide down my spine, creating shivers in its wake. 

“Head up. I want to see your pretty eyes the whole time.” 

The tap of the cane caused me to inhale sharply. It scared me more than hurt me. Tap. Tap. Tap. WHAP! A line of fire seared across my back thighs. The cane didnt move from its impact. Tanya held it there studying my reaction in the mirror. 

“Breathe,” she said. I let out a slow exhale and felt myself relax a little. “Listen to your breath. I want to you breathe out the pain instead of clenching. Ok?”

“Yes.” I said

WACK! Another hard smack. “Yes…?” She asked. Her head cocked to the side with her eyebrows raised.

“Yes Tanya” I answered. 

“We mustn't forget our manners. Especially to those who hold a cane to your ass”  she said. 

A few more cane strikes and I could feel that familiar pull. I fell quiet and the room began to become fuzzy. 

“Focus.” I heard her say and instantly my eyes blinked wide and open. Aware of myself, the pain across my ass and of Tanya staring at me through the mirror. Scanning my face for signs of distress or harm. 

“Do you want to continue?” She asked? I looked up at her through the mirror, making eye contact and nodded.

“I need you to say it hun” she said sympathetically. 

“I want to continue Tanya. Please continue.” 

The session continued like this. Each time I felt myself slipping away, Tanya would tell me to Focus and it was like I stepped back into my body.  After the 4th time she told me to Focus, she knelt down in front of me. 

“Ok, dear. I think we are done. Your ass has some beautiful welts and you look high as a kite.” Tanya moved over to the couch and patted her lap. “Come lay with me”.

I followed, coming to rest with my head in her lap. She draped a blanket over us and petted me while we watched some TV. “ That was a very good first treatment session,” she said. 

“After we grab some dinner later, do you wanna go to Target with me? I need to get some new kitchen tools…”

@ellaenchanting

#my writing #creating is better than cumming #mostly true #only slightly embellished

[specialagentlokitty]

Kate Denali x reader - that smile

May I please request a Kate Denali x fem reader oneshot. Where Kate is feeling mischievous one day, and inlists the help of her wife to set up a prank with the prompt, "That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea.. Let's do it and see what happens". And "if we die today, I just want you to know, that its your fault." "But you still love me.", " Of course I do, idiot." - Anon 💜

A/N: so I’ve never wrote for date denali so sorry if she’s out of character!

You were away when you message from your wife about her needing your help to save the life of a young half vampire girl.

You were curious to say the least, you’d been alive for much longer than most vampires, and it was something you’d never seen before.

You told her you would be right there, and wasted no time in leaving the comfort of cabin and flashed to her location.

“Holy crap!” She whisper yelled.

She lightly slapped your arm and you smiled at her softly.

“I’ve told you to stop doing that.”

“Hey, if you could teleport you’d do the same thing.” You shrugged.

Kissing her head, you wrapped your arm around her shoulder and looked across the road at the large glass house.

“The Cullens need all the help they can get.” Tanya sighed.

You nodded your help and averted your eyes to your sister in law.

“I must admit I am not the biggest fan of Carlisle Cullen, he was the one who locked me away for half a century because of Aro, however I do believe the young girl needs a chance.”

“And because you can’t say no to my sister?” Tanya smirked.

You grinned a little bit and shrugged, looking over at your wife as she played with the ring on your finger.

“Nope. I just can’t refuse her.”

“Because you’re madly in love with me.” She hummed.

You hummed back and she started to lead you around the house.

You met with Bella, Edward and their daughter.

“How curious…” you whispered, “I can hear a heartbeat, but smell vampire scent.”

“Will you help us, please?” Edward asked.

Looking down at Renesme, you slowly stood again and turned to the parents and their coven and nodded your head.

“Yes. I’m more than happy to lend my support in your time of need.”

“Thank you so much.” Bella sighed.

They gathered more and more people, and Tanya was helping Bella train her abilities as a shield.

Sitting watching as Tanya held her hand out to Edward, you watched him sigh as she smirked a little.

“Come on, surely it isn’t that bad.” Garett said.

“You want to try?” She asked.

“Don’t do it.” Carlisle said.

You watched the cocky vampire poke her palm and immediately he was on the floor, looking up at her in amazement.

“I think I love you.”

“I don’t think my wife would agree.” She smiled.

Tanya walked over and sat herself on your lap.

For the rest of the day the pair of you took some time for yourselves, wondering the woods hand in hand as the pair of you just talked.

“I want to prank Tanya.”

“Kate.” You warned.

Kate turned round to face you, a huge grin on her face as she held your hands in here.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“You said that last time and Tanya chased me around with fire.”

“She wouldn’t actually set you on fire.” Kate chuckled.

“Kate…” you said softly.

“Just hear me out.”

You nodded your head and she beamed happily as she began to explain everything to you.

She explained the whole plan she wanted to do, and how it was going to be pulled off and all you could do was smile as you listened to her.

When she was finally finished, she wrapped her arms around your neck and buried her face in your shoulder.

"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea.. Let's do it and see what happens"

“Let get started!”

So you guys did, you gathered everything you needed, and got it all into place.

"if we die today, I just want you to know, that its your fault."

Kate walked over and looped her arms around your neck, her nose brushing against yours, a soft smile on her face.

"But you still love me." She whispered.

Leaning down you softly kissed her, pulled her closer before you finally pulled away after a few minutes.

"Of course I do, idiot."

You heard some noise and quickly teleported the pair of you into spot you had to be.

Tanya came in and set a bag on the floor, and you teleported behind her.

“Tanya…”

She screamed and whipped around, trying to punch you but missed and Kate jumped out of her spot, lightly shocking her sister before the pair of you ran out the door.

Tanya tried to follow behind and covered herself in flour.

“(Y/N)! Kate!” Tanya yelled.

The pair of you laughed loudly and ran away.

You’d have to avoid Tanya for a few days but it was definitely worth it to see that smile on your wives face

#twilight x reader #twilight imagine #twilight #kate Denali #Kate Denali x reader #kate Denali x you #kate Denali imagine

[naughty-negan]

I have a question. Negan said on Dead City this week that he was only a monster to the ones that were hurting his people and not to his people. Do you agree?

Oh my! This is going to be a long one. LOL

But YES! Mostly.

Do you remember when Rick and the others went to The Sanctuary and everyone clapped and shook Rick's hand?

There were only like 50 people there. Negan had 500 people or more. I believe the majority left because they were indeed Negan, so to speak. The ones that cheered Rick were probably the workers that were not fans of The Saviors because they CHOSE to work for points and that pissed them off that they had to work for what they wanted. THEY WERE NOT FORCED. Remember Negan always gave the choice. He established that with Daryl. Be a Savior or work for points. They had that choice and CHOSE! They didn't like their choice which made them hate Negan and later praise Rick. Humans are like that. They make their beds but don't want to lie on them. Basically, they were just pissy about it. They rather moan and complain and blame it on the one in charge than themselves. This is of course with the exception of a few that wrote on the wall.

And the actual Saviors that were bad like Jed stuck around to try and control them but it wasn't working so they left and/or ended up dead.

Though... Negan IS a dick for making it so that the points barely got them anything. But he did that so the majority would be Saviors.

But it is a dick move on Negan's part. Sorry. lol

Now, the subject no one wants to talk about! The Wives!

But the secret is... It's not that bad!

The wives all had the choice to be his wife. They were never forced to do it. They were probably working for points or being Saviors but Tanya (Black Hair) and Frankie (Red Hair) especially didn't want to work at all and figured spreading their legs was the better option and they took it. They got everything they wanted for free. In other words prostitution on the wives' part and not rape on Negan's part, like most Negan haters want to stick in your heads.

And no offense to any women out there. It just is.

And in Amber's case, she and Mark were working for the points just for the meds her mother needed, and Amber (Blonde Hair) more than likely asked Negan to be his wife in order to get the meds with no problem. Negan may have asked her too. I'm not saying he didn't. It was not established.

Which gave Mark the opportunity to use the points for other things. I highly doubt Mark was a Savior because if that were the case Mark would have got the meds with no problem. Therefore Amber would not have to be a wife. There was also an african american wife that was barely shown or mentioned and I assume she too was in it for the money so to speak. Again, I don't know for sure. It was not established. Now, yes again the Amber thing does make Negan a bit of a dick. Not saying it doesn't. lol

In Sherry's case, Tina (Her sister) was given the choice to be Negan's wife.

Again nothing was established here, so this is just my opinion.

I believe Sherry was jealous that Tina would be Negan's wife. Sherry IS the one that came up with the idea that Dwight, her, and Tina leave.

Dwight and Sherry mentioned this.

But once Tina died it was Sherry's idea to go back.

Again, Dwight and Sherry mentioned this.

And leaving without permission is a big no-no. So Dwight was punished by the iron. And Sherry would have been punished too in some way but she saw the opportunity to finally be Negan's wife without Dwight losing his shit and made the deal with Negan. Do not forget that right before Negan kissed Sherry in the wives' den. She called him an asshole and he said "I know but the messed up thing is you like me anyway. You know the truth. Just like me. " and then kissed her. She did not disagree. And she acted like she knew it was true.

Keeling to Negan.

THE KNEELING TO ME WAS NOTHING MORE THAN TO MAKE NEGAN HAPPY. FEEL SPECIAL. MAKE HIS DICK HARD, SO TO SPEAK. IT WAS NEGAN BEING NEGAN. NOTHING MORE.

And so yes, I agree with Negan's statement.

He was a monster to those that hurt his people, but he was not a monster to his people. But he could have done a few things differently. But you can say the same about Rick Grimes. I'm not saying he did ALL the same things as Negan, but he did do some things that were dickish. So did Maggie and so did Daryl.

BUT THAT IS JUST MY OPINION!

#the walking dead #twd #negan #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #negan smith #the saviors #dead city

[tanjaded]

responses for the ask meme!

6– the hand drawn maps and other illustrations from That Time I Got Isekai’d Again. When I saw them, something about it made me kinda happy and sentimental. Like, it clicked to me that ‘Ah, they’re really passionate about their fic and work really hard on it.’ That sounds a little silly writing it out, but I hope you get what I mean. It’s always fun to know you’re reading something someone put a lot of love into.

9– Just about any of them!! It’s nice when I get up in the morning and see an email about you from ao3 in my inbox. It’s like a little treat for me to read while I have breakfast in the mornings, like I’m reading the morning paper or something lol

13– I’ve talked about a bunch of your fics to a bunch of my friends, actually. When I got a friend to watch YS, I recommended you as a fanfic author to check out. The funnier answer to this one tho is that I’ve talked about your fics to my coworkers once bc I was telling them about new words I learned from reading. (The word was ‘Praxis’)

15– It really always amazes me how prolific and consistent you are with your writing. I’m seriously impressed so… what motivates you to write?

It took me a bit to finagle some sort of answer out of my brain but I think I have one now.

I think the main reason I started writing more was because there was a lack of stories that I wanted to see. Like, I read Youjo Senki's Delinquency Record and Amor Enum Vult and Third Times the Charm and all that, but they weren't enough. And I wanted there to be more Tanya/Visha content, which at the time had a very small niche even on ao3

So, I wrote Contractual Obligations over the span of maybe 4 days, and then I realized I loved creating my own stories. Within a month or two, I'd outlined and started my most labor-intensive fic to date, Crushing of a Devil. I still put more effort in individual chapters for that fic than any other, with all the time period research and maintenance of character consistency over the course of something I've been writing for years now.

But why, right? Well, I've always said that I write for myself, and this is still mostly true. I see the story play out in my head and I want it to exist so I can read it too. I just like writing out and about the stories and characters I love. But nowadays I'm also writing bc I know other people like my writing too. I still think about sometime last year, commenting on a youjo senki fic and getting a reply saying "hey, did you know you inspired me to even write this".

The thing about stories, in my mind, is that they should exist. And I'm able to make them exist my writing them. And people will often actually like them? That's usually motivation enough.

#ask response #yeesh i wrote a lot more than i meant to #but here it is

[thenasoneshots]

Helping Hand - Viktor Oneshot

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Viktor's best friend

Warnings: None that I can think of

Other notes: For this, you also live in Russia, and you're a retired skater, the same age as Viktor tho, just retired cause of an injury… also any trial things are based on Ace Attorney, cause idfk how Russian Law systems works… hehe so please don't say anythin

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"Viktor, please, I'm begging you! Please just pick Tanya up from school for me!" I pleaded over the phone, my heels clicking on the floor of the Prosecution Lobby at the courthouse.

"(Y/n), you know I'm going to get swamped when I arrive. By the time I'm freed, you'll be able to get to the school to pick her up."

I took a deep breath to avoid shouting at him, "Listen, Viktor, I know your skating is important to you and stuff, but Tanya's your daughter too. I understand that night was a drunk mistake, but it was both of our faults, so you have to take responsibility for her too, even if she doesn't know you are her father. Please, I'll do anything for you if you just pick her up, just this once?"

"Okay, fine."

I sighed, "Thank you. I don't know what time I'll be back, so I bought pizza for her and you if you want some in the fridge. Again, thank you so much!"

-----------------------VIKTOR'S POV

"UNCLE VIKTOR!!!"

I immediately turned around and was pounced on, "HELLO!"

I smiled and patted her on the head, "Hello, Tanya. Are you ready to go home?" She nodded, but before anything else could be said, I was stopped, "Yeah… and who might you be?"

"Viktor, (Y/n) sent me to pick Tanya up because she's currently stuck in a trial. That's not a problem is it?"

"Well, it's just normally we don't let children go home with anyone apart from their parents-"

"Miss Brown, t-that's Viktor Nikiforov! He's a famous figure skater who's won 5 world championships! He's amazing! Tanya why didn't you tell us you were related to him?! That's awesome! You're so lucky."

I froze up slightly, knowing that I was right about what was going to happen, but tried to ignore it and turned back to the teacher, "So, are you going to let me take her home?"

"Fine."

-----------------------YOUR POV

"Mummy!" was the first thing I heard when I walked in the door. I smiled and picked her up, "Hello my darling! I missed you."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, "Hehe."

"You owe me so much, (Y/n)." I turned to Viktor and smiled, "I know. Thank you so much for picking her up, Viktor. I had no idea that the trial was going to go on for so long. I will forever be in your debt."

He smiled and hugged me, "Yes, you do, not just for picking her up but because of what I had to endure. Her teacher was against me picking her up because, as you know, to the public eye, I'm not her father. Only you and I know that."

"I'm sorry about that. I should have rung the school to tell them. Thank you again."

"You're welcome, (Y/n), just remember, I'd be happy to look after her anytime you need, as long as it's-" he was cut off by his phone going off, "…Yakov, hi!...... Oh, right… sorry….. Hm? Oh, I had a little duty to do…" Viktor paused and turned to me, taking the phone away from his ear, "Yakov wants to know why I wasn't at practice, can I tell him I had to pick Tanya up for you?" I nodded silently and he smiled, going back to the phone call. I left him to his own and placed Tanya down, walking into the kitchen, where I saw two empty plates, making me smile knowing that Viktor had given Tanya her tea. I shook my head a bit, placing the two plates in the dishwasher before grabbing something for myself. As I was making (Random Food), Viktor came into the kitchen, "Yakov wants to talk to me in person, so I have to go."

I smiled and nodded, "That's fine. Again, thank you so much for picking Tanya up."

However, instead of walking out the kitchen like I expected him to, he walked up to me, looking incredibly nervous, but before I could ask, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock and he pulled away, "Sorry, I just had-" I interrupted him and kissed him again.

"I-I love you, Viktor."

He smiled and kissed me again, pushing me up against the kitchen bench. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into it, but before it could get too heated, we heard a small voice, "Mummy? Why are you kissing Uncle Viktor?"

Viktor immediately moved back as I took my arms away from his neck and we both turned to Tanya, who was looking at the scene in front of her a confused look on her face. I took a deep breath and walked up to her, bending down to her level, "Tanya, I need to be honest with you… Your 'Uncle' isn't really your uncle.  I know I told you he was your uncle, but the truth is, he's your father. I know you're probably disappointed in me."  her eyes widened and she smiled, "That. Is. Awesome! I have to be honest, I'm glad you're my dad." I returned her smiled and I felt arms wrap around my waist as I stood up. I turned around and pecked Viktor on the lips, "At least we can all be a family now."

I smiled and picked Tanya up, leaning my head on Viktor's shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n), both of you," Viktor responded, pecking my lips before kissing the top of Tanya's head.

--------------END OF ONESHOT

And, another oneshot written! Yay

[kraekat29]

Chapter Two

After the ceremony I got to meet his cousin coven from Denali, Kate and Tanya were nice but Irina didn’t care for me too much, she blamed me for the death of Laurant.

JJ tried to interject but I held up my hand, “ I didn’t know about the wolves at that time Irina.. Laurant was going to kill me- and I was going to let him.” I said and JJ looked over at me, I never told him what I went through while he was gone, “ I don’t believe that. He wanted to be like us. “ Irina said and stormed off.

I took a deep breath, she wasn’t going to ruin my wedding, I turned toward JJ and smiled as he led me away from them.

Only I wasn’t expecting him to kneel down in front of me, making all eyes go on us once again, “ what are you doing?” I asked but he smirked and lifted the hem of my dress- oh no , no no no please not the garter.

But unfortunately I was right, he carefully bit the garter and drug it down with his teeth making my cheeks turn seven different shades of red as I avoided looking at anyone.

JJ smirked at me and twirled the garter around his finger, I glared at him from embarrassment as everyone laughed at me.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, “ another guest just arrived” he said and I looked at him confused, everyone invited was here.

JJ just smiled and led me towards the further end of the beach, “ I figured you might like to see him..” JJ said and I gasped seeing Rafe.

I immediately ran over and hugged him, “ how? I-i thought you ran away” I said in disbelief, “ yeah well I decided to come back for one night “ he said and hugged me back.

I turned and saw JJ was gone, I silently thanked him for the privacy, “ mind if I get one dance in?” Rafe asked and I smiled, “ always “ I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.

We danced in silence for a while, “ y’know I’m gonna miss you like this.. warm skin, bright smile.. two left feet” he teased and I laughed, “ you still got time” I said and he pulled back slightly.

I sighed and looked up at him, “ I didn’t want to spend my entire honeymoon writhing in pain so we decided I’d be changed once we came back” I said and he put the dots together, looking at me in disgust, “ are you stupid Ruby? Not while you’re still human” he said and I stiffened, “ that’s really none of your business “ I said and he growled, “ he’ll kill you” he said and gripped my arms painfully.

I squirmed in his hold , “ Rafe-“ I started but he gripped me tighter, I finally found my strength and pushed him off, “ let go!” I shouted and suddenly JJ was by my side, shoving me behind him, “ are you serious?! You’ll kill her!” Rafe yelled as Sarah and a few other of the wolves tried to pull him back.

And just like that Rafe was gone, I shook my head, tonight wasn’t about him, he’d made his choice and JJ was just trying to do something nice for me, with that thought in my mind I returned to everyone else.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kiara zipped up my other dress, it was a white spaghetti strap thigh length dress with matching white heels, she slid my engagement ring over top of my wedding band and took my hair out of it’s low bun, letting the waves spring free.

I finally recognized myself as I walked out to JJ, blue button up and black pants, finally he was almost himself again.

He held his hand out to me and I didn’t hesitate to take it, I looked around, my mom couldn’t come because Phil had a baseball game- but my brother was alone in a corner.

My heart ached and I squeezed JJ’s hand before going over to John B, “ hey big bro..” I said quietly and suddenly he was engulfing me in his arms, he hadn’t hugged me this way since we were little kids.

I hugged him back just as tight, “ you take care of yourself alright? You know you can always come home..” he said, “ I know.. I’ll be careful, I promise “ I said and stepped back slightly.

I took one look at him and it almost made me not want to get in the car with JJ, but he had Sage now and I knew he’d be fine, “ everything’s all packed and ready to go” Kiara said and nodded towards the car, “ well you better get going..” he said and I nodded, giving him one last hug, “ I love you JB..” I said and he hugged me back, “ I love you too Rubes.. always will” he said and released me.

I took a deep breath and got in the passenger seat of my truck, I looked over at JJ, “ yeah.. I’m ready” I said and moved over to the middle seat.

He smiled and put his arm around me and just like that we were gone, it was only us now.

The thought made me smile, we finally had each other and that’s all that mattered.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #jj maybank smut #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #obx fic #outer banks

[the-firebird69]

Judge Tanya Chutkan Takes Jab at Donald Trump While Denying a Key Motion

She did make a note of a couple things he was doing with his behavior and it's in the docket that she has instructed the defendant to have certain behavior if he goes outside it he can she can bring contempt charges and he would be in court again in DC facing contempt of court and it's being said that it's one charge the other charges for what he's doing which is not legal his battery witnesses he's tampering with them and to bring it up and say that he's doing it is a start and he did to our son and this guy got plowed under by everybody and they're still doing it and you're going after his things today and you're going after what he took from the desert parks and from the regular parks and they're going after areas like New Vegas she says her hours and they're ripping everything out and there's a war up there now and Tommy Allen is going up there and he is going to mess the guy up and it is going to be a big battle and constant and huge really it's a lot of stuff mostly got pulled out to that location and they're a big bunkers below and they want Trump to stop clothing and they're moving on it shortly and remember that she was hitting them

-it's going to bring a lot of ships out there and the ships are moving down the rivers and we have half mild ships in about half of them are moving and he says the Trump ships and it's true they're leaving and they're going to be at the mouth around 11:30 a.m. and the one mile chips are sitting still and we don't think we'll move right now fairly soon things are going to start changing but not yet and Tommy f is attacking stand and he's using the ship above.

-there's quite a bit to talk about but this is coming to a head right now his landlord is a piece of crap once all his money back and says on his dumb s*** to us so you just start taking his stuff because he's an a****** and his bases are going to be attacked today by warlock and they're saying it because it's saying he's going down and he's losing all this stuff to the pseudo empire. His bases in Oregon and Washington State and New Hampshire made in Vermont and a small one in Western Mass and the going after all of them and he has several more one in California and one's on an island Hawaii it's not very big it's underwater no it's medium and they're all going to be assaulted today by the people he works with and instead of two I'm working with you and you're attacking me cuz you're you're attacking us and you're ridiculous bag not many of you that's for sure but Jordan John Riva Lord is one and Jason is having him fight in order to push him out and to get him back for Saudi Arabia it's a lot of that stuff going on and that's a big deal and we don't want him near our son and he's not going to make it and today he said it we are dwindling very fast making miracle is not doing well she's shrinking king and he's growing factories. And we're losing control of our stuff and it's true too is losing all his things and his factors are shut down and people are taking them today and is fighting them and dying is a huge deal tons of factories are opening most of these dimwits are getting clobbered and they're losers now they don't do anything I'm putting the order out on several of them screw gun right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

Weregoing to make you pay again Stan for your implied threat on our son and you don't think it's real we get away with it

Frank Castle hardcastle

It's like this you keep saying s*** to our son and we keep hitting you and you won't shut your mouth you're another one of these jackasses and we're going after you and we are taking you down and we're taking tons of your stuff you don't need it apparently and your people are failing and movies on soon and Biden and Ken soon to follow our idiots and Ken is sitting there for a son's face saying he doesn't need anything and like Jason let me give you $10 I mean it's ridiculous and have him pay him back so we're going after him. And Stan aren't you shut your mouth you're a piece of s*** and a failure the sun is with trillions and trillions of dollars a minute and you're with nothing you keep on doing things like that and people see you trying to take things and you're getting killed and you're men are getting killed and women and you're dying fast and you shouldn't be doing it and you don't listen and you don't listen to results and you're almost gone for crazy you're just so f****** dumb. We are so sick of dumb people doing this and the people here are stupid as hell but in the UK there's a war and there's a war out west and in the Midwest over stuff between you morons you're all going to die I'm going to take care of you stand personally you're always threatening with devices

Duke nukem Blockbuster and he says thank God and I need that and I do

[percontaion-points]

Ghost in the Surge chapters 7 & 8

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Chapter 7

Remembering her fight with Ryther below Lord Nisias’s mansion, Caina seized a jar of chemicals from the broken shelf and threw it. Again it struck Nicorus in the head, and again it bounced away with a flash of light. 

“Many of my brothers and sisters of the Magisterium,” said Nicorus, “neglect to ward themselves against weapons fashioned of materials other than steel. I will not make such an elementary mistake.”

Finally! A worthy opponent!

They hurried away from the maze of Marsis’s docks, leaving the pyres of Halfdan and Nicorus behind them.

Chapter 7 summary: They don't leave the country, as I had predicted, but go see a disgraced magi who had been previously introduced. She tells Corvalis to stay there, since it was his father who banished the man.

Caina goes past the man's words, and get to the door. He isn't happy to see her, but reluctantly lets her inside. In there, they talk about possession, and she reminds the readers of the jars the one guy used as kind of like horcruxes to store bits of his soul in. Caina asks if there's some way to find the location of them, and the magi gives her a compass.

However, he then correctly guesses the trouble Caina has gotten herself into, and thinks that if he holds her there long enough, he can turn her over for the reward money. Caina chuck a bunch of things at his head, but for the first time in 9 books, this is a magi who has warded himself against stuff other than steel, and the random objects do him no harm. She finally throws something that starts a fire, and she runs out of there.

She meets up with Corvalis outside, who is like “please stop setting fire to buildings. I'm begging you.” But they have to get out of there before the local police show up.

Chapter 8

“You know, I’m jealous,” said the voice. “You gave him the final death, but I’ve wanted to kill him for years. You should have let me kill him at least once before you broke his jar.”

Sicarion stepped out of the darkness, his weapons ready.

Chapter 8 summary: They go to the angel tower, where the first fight with Jadriga took place (and where Ark was reunited with Nick and Tanya). Things are going a little too well, and then Ranarius shows up, because of course he does. He summons a giant elemental to fight them, and things seem dire. Caina eventually comes up with a plan to trap the elemental for a moment, which would give her enough time to kill Ranarius's latest body.

She does that, but then Ranarius jumps into Corvalis's body instead, since he knows that she'd never kill her lover. Caina knows that in order to save Corvalis, she has to go find the jar and destroy it. There's a lot of Ranarius pleading and threatening, but eventually, she destroys the thing, and Corvalis is back to himself after Ranarius dies his final death.

They take a moment to collect themselves following that, and decide to set out to go do the final mission Halfdan had assigned them. But before they can leave, Sicarion shows up, complaining that they should have let him kill Ranarius one last time before his final death.

#Ghosts series #Ghost in the Surge #chapter 07 #chapter 08 #Caina #stupid people are stupid #Corvalis Aberon #Ranarius #Sicarion

[nifolution]

Baby Blues 9

Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Reader

Summary: Bucky and his wife have been trying for a baby. Will they get their wish or will it all fall apart? Will there be too much deception, pain and anger to make it work?

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, infertility, heartbreak, cheating, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, harassment, pregnancy, argument, therapy, making up

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Alternate Ending

Tanya's acidic laugh rang in his ears. "Oh, Honey, you need to forget about that infertile cow. I've given you a gift. You have a real family now. You'll see how happy we can be together, just the three of us."

“NO!”

Bucky opened his eyes, struggling to breathe and drenched in sweat. He remained still, trying to calm down and get his bearings. He was at home, in his own bed… alone. Y/N’s side lay empty. A lump in his throat, he gently placed his hand on her pillow, afraid to disturb it.

He was startled by a metallic scraping sound from inside the house. As quiet as a cat, he slipped out of bed to investigate. He padded through his home, senses on high alert. The noise continued, it was coming from the kitchen. Peering around the corner, he recognized it as the clanging of pots and pans. Someone was digging through the lower cabinets, the kitchen island prevented him from getting a look at the intruder.

The person stood with an exasperated sigh. Bucky felt his heart stop. “Y/N?”

Her bright eyes found him, “Morning Hun, have you seen the green skillet? I can’t seem to find…”

Before she could finish, Bucky ran over and smashed his mouth into hers. Cupping her face in his hands, mumbling his immense relief between kisses, “You’re here... You stayed… You stayed with me.”

Y/N looked at him, bewildered. “Where else would I go? Are you alright, Bucky? You’re shaking.”

He smiled at her, right thumb stroking her cheek, electrified at the feel of her skin. “I’m fine now. Just had a really bad fucking dream.” He kissed her again, just as passionately. “I thought I lost you.” He buried his head in the crook of her neck, embracing her tight.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing back the damp locks, comforting him. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Bucky clung to her, refusing to let go. “T-Tanya cursed you, made you leave me on our anniversary. She did it to hurt me, make herself seem more appealing, and… and she was…” He shook his head to rid himself of the image. “It was horrible.”

“It was just a dream. That witch is long gone. Nattie took care of her while we were away. You’re safe. We’re safe.” She rubbed his back to soothe him. “I mean I screwed up our anniversary a little when my car broke down, but I wouldn’t call that a curse, just bad luck. Good thing Steve was with you when I called, he came to get me.”

His brain rushed to catch up. He rested his forehead on hers and breathed slowly, grounding himself. Having her in his arms made separating the memories from his imagination easier. The late dinner, their wonderful vacation, coming home, all the pieces reconnected what the nightmare fractured.

Bucky kissed Y/N again before helping make breakfast. He gestured to a small gift bag on the counter. "What’s that?”

“Um, I got you something, but I’m not sure it’s the best time. I mean if you want to open it now you can... Do you want to?”

Bucky nodded. Moving the tissue paper aside, revealing a small plush toy. He laughed, “It looks like that blue fish that wouldn't leave my arm alone when we went snorkeling.” He took it out and squeezed it to his chest. “It’s cute, thank you, Honey.”

Y/N smiled, “You’re welcome... I just figured we could bring a little Saint Lucia home with us.” She bit her lip, suddenly nervous. “And we brought another little something home too.” She pointed to the bag.

Furrowing his brows, Bucky reached back in. After a few seconds of searching through the paper, he pulled out a familiar stick, his heart pounding. His voice caught in his throat. “Two lines,” he whispered, tears of joy poured out of his eyes. “Two lines. Y/N, there's two lines.”

She nodded, crying with her husband. “Yeah, it wasn't sea sickness... I'm pregnant.”

“Holy shit!” He wrapped his arms around her. “This is real? It’s really happening?” His wife murmured the secret words he needed to reassure him. He smiled and kept kissing her. "I love you. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, so so much." She smiled into the kiss. "We’re having a baby.”

Bucky couldn't contain the joy he felt. Y/N had already given him his happiest moments. His heart soared knowing there would be many more to come. “We’re having a baby.”

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I'd love to know your thoughts.

A/N: Chapter 8 was the original ending. Bucky under mind control of the witch and his wife abandoning him, because of the hexed sonogram, instead of fighting for him. When Chapter 9 was added, it was intended to be a happy ending, erasing everything after Bucky was setting up for their anniversary. However, there is still an air to the scene that makes it suspicious. I decided to leave it up to the reader if it is indeed a happy ending, or if poor Bucky is being manipulated again.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff

[fortuositywritings]

I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 8

Summary: Did someone order a fluff stuffed pizza with extra cheese? 

Warnings: Language, also a bit of violence

The following day starts as most have the past week, only this time you are not dreading waking up early in the morning for a hike aka jogging at an incline with Nat. In fact, you wake up kind of pumped for it and decide to forego the usual coffee. Nat looks at you like you are crazy. You shrug. “Not all of us need caffeine to live, Natasha.”

But you do, you find out mid-hike.

“Fuck me!” you groan, dragging behind Nat.

“No, thanks. You’ve got Wanda for that,” Nat quips. When you don’t reply, she continues, “What? No comment?”

“I’m saving my energy. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. If I die here from exhaustion, hit me with a rock or something. Make it look like a cooler death,” you say. She laughs. “What happened to not needing coffee?”

“Caffeineless-Me is a delusional me. Don’t ever listen to her,” you huff.

Luckily, you smell coffee when you get back to the house. You hear voices in the kitchen and make a dramatic entrance. Clint, Pietro, and Sam’s conversation halts at your interruption. Finding Clint responsible for the coffee, you butter him up in exchange for the coffee cup he hands you. “You know, I told Laura, you were it. I said ‘Laura, you’ll never find another like this one. A king among simple men.’ True story.” Used to your antics, Clint ignores you but Pietro and Sam laugh.

You spend the afternoon at the arcade with Wanda, Pietro, and Peter. You in fact do beat Pietro at skeeball, rubbing your win in his face. He beats you at everything else. It’s hard to be a sore loser though when you are too busy having fun and entertaining Wanda. 

Wanda pulls you all into a photo booth. The group does their best to fit in what is meant to be a two person booth. Wanda ends up on your lap, you sitting next to Pietro, and Peter sticking his head into the frame. You shoo the boys out after the group photos, wanting a strip of you and Wanda. Despite the free space, Wanda stays seated on your lap, not that you mind it. The first two photos are silly. You kiss her cheek for the third and simply smile for the last one in which Wanda sports a blush looking at you. 

You ask Wanda if she is ready to go to the bookstore yet, not forgetting what you promised. She refrains from saying yes when a game calls her attention. She says you can leave after one more game. Wanda challenges you to Guitar Hero and the results are embarrassing. You stare at her score in shock. You refuse to believe it. “What? There is no way! How?” She giggles when you turn your face to her with your hands on your cheeks. “No wonder you’re so good with your hands.”

She blushes at your comment. “Do you play guitar?” You ask, but before she can confirm or deny, you stop her, “Wait, no. I don’t want to know. ‘Cause if you do, that’s too attractive and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because it will ruin our dynamic, You see, we both bring certain things to the table. You bring in the kind hearted, easy on the eyes superhero thing to the table. Me, I bring in the funny, cute, one year away from graduating college kid thing. My two years playing the trumpet as a child could never match even the thought of you holding a guitar,” you explain.

Wanda looks at you curiously. She smiles cheekily, before saying, “I’ll have to play for you someday then.” She laughs when you groan saying she ruined it all and tugs you by the hand to where the prizes are. You both trade your tickets in for small inflatable sledge hammers that you immediately use against each other standing off to the side of the prizes booth. You feel the employee who helped you out stare at you both and feel like you are getting in trouble, so you stop hitting Wanda.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” the employee says. “The two of you just make a really cute couple.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, but you don’t correct him, unbeknownst to you, making Wanda suppress a smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, you promised me a bookstore,” Wanda says, taking your hand and pulling you toward the exit. You spend an hour in the cute bookstore, which Wanda could have easily made two but she took pity on you, seeing you get a little restless walking around the store in circles. She leaves the store with two new books in hand that you had insisted on buying and a smile on her face as you hold the door open for her.

“I would say ‘I got you next time’ but I wouldn’t want to force you to actually read words on paper,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes at her playful remark. “No, we wouldn’t want that.” 

“So, how about we get some ice cream instead?” she offers, hoping to spend a little more time with you out in the town. Your ears perk up at those words. “Now we’re talking, Maximoff!”

“That reminds me. You still haven’t told me your last name.”

“And I’m not talking.” You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Wanda jokes, “Well that’s a first. That was the only key, right?”

Wanda laughs when you roll your eyes and eagerly take the bag with her books out of her hand to carry it instead, replacing it with your own as you practically drag her to the ice cream shop. She tries not to react when halfway to the shop you interlace your fingers and smile at her, but her heart doesn’t get the message.

Tanya smiles when she sees you both back again at the shop. She raises an eyebrow, looking at your hands in question. You catch her look and shake your head in denial at Tanya while Wanda is busy looking at the flavors of ice cream. Tanya purses her lips disapprovingly and you nearly groan. Wanda turns to you and asks if you know what you want, unaware of the silent conversation that occurred before her. 

You tell her to order hers first. Although you see her eyeing the strawberry flavor for a good amount of time, she orders the cotton candy flavor. You look at her surprised. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

“Well, in that case, Tanya, I will have two scoops of the strawberry on a cone, please and thank you,” you order. Wanda gives you the same look you’d given her, so you decide to throw her words back at her. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

Wanda pays for your ice creams, which of course Tanya would not let slide without commentary. “She’s making you pay for the ice cream? It’s no wonder Y/N stays single. You would think she’d know how to treat a lady.” Tanya shakes her head at you, making you scoff. Wanda laughs but defends you. “She does. This is a small thank you for how well she’s actually done that.”

“Yeah, Tanya! You hear that? I treat people well,” you reiterate as you take your prepared cone from Tanya. “I even did as you said and took her to the fair.” As if it is so unbelievable, Tanya looks at Wanda for confirmation and looks nearly impressed when Wanda nods. You add to pick on Wanda, “All for her to dance with someone else for most of the night.”

This time she scoffs and you try to suppress your smile at how easy you could rile her up. “It was one song,” she defends herself. When she sees that you’re just pulling her leg, she huffs, “You’re annoying,” and goes to sit at the small table by the entrance. Tanya speaks up when you just stand there looking after Wanda with a smile. “Don’t leave her to eat alone now.”

Tanya’s voice startles you out of your trance and you make your way to sit across from Wanda. “It was two songs,” you say, continuing the banter. Wanda retorts before trying her ice cream, “Two. One. What’s the difference?”

“He got one more song with you than I did,” you shrug. You see her make a face of disappointment at the flavor she chose. She replies, “It could have been none with him if someone just asked earlier.”

“Noted. I will let someone know and pass on the message for you,” you tease, earning you a light kick under the table from Wanda while you start with your ice cream. You can only watch her struggle to eat her ice cream and look at yours longingly for so long, before you eventually just snatch hers from her hand. 

“Hey! I was eating that,” she complains. 

“Oh, is that what you were doing? That was a very sad attempt at best. Here, try again,” you say and hand her the rest of your strawberry ice cream. She tries to hand yours back. “I’m not going to take your cone. It’s not the one I ordered.”

You shove the rest of the ice cream you stole into your mouth and eat it as quickly as you can. Wanda stares at you in shock. You try not to make a face at the brain freeze you get. “Well, I just finished yours so now you have no choice.”

Wanda giggles. “You have a brain freeze, don’t you?”

Nothing gets past this woman. You try to deny it anyway. “Nope. Brain warm, actually.”

You don’t fail to make her laugh. She thanks you and you smile as she finishes the strawberry ice cream. You decide to head back to the arcade before the guys get worried. You are surprised they have yet to call or text to ask where you and Wanda were. Wanda says she wouldn’t be surprised if they did not even notice your absence. 

Someone spots you making your way out of the ice cream shop with Wanda and decides to approach you. “Well, well, well. Look who it is,” a loud voice taunts you, making you and Wanda turn your heads to see a guy your age and not so much taller than Wanda approach you. You know him as Abby’s (grocery store lady’s daughter) ex-boyfriend. 

You don’t try to delude yourself into thinking this exchange could be an exchange of simple pleasantries especially given your history and the condescending sneer he throws your way. You huff, mumbling under your breath, “Never move to a small town, Wanda.”

She gives you a questioning look but you ignore it as the ex-boyfriend stands before you both. You give him an obviously fake smile, acknowledging his presence. “Jack,” you say tiredly, not wanting to give anyone the impression you want to actually interact with him. He, on the other hand, has a bone to pick with you and does not plan to let you off easily. 

“Y/N, I see some things never change.” He laughs bitterly, giving Wanda the once over. Not appreciating this, you try to avert his attention back to you and speak in a more fed up tone. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t say hi to your little girlfriend? You were always so eager to say hello to mine. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t show the same courtesy,” he says, scorn clear in his voice. You really do not have it in you to put up with him and the mess you made that you never dealt with, but you’ve had enough of this biting you in the ass at every corner in this town.

“Look, what I did wasn’t cool. I know, okay? I’m genuinely sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration or talking to you about it before and ignoring the whole thing after it happened. Alright? Can we just move on from this?” you ask, sincerely. Jack looks at you in shock as you await his answer, wanting nothing but to finally move past this mess. Wanda on her end is impressed by your ability to recognize a mistake and apologize. You can feel her looking at you and Jack notices it too, the act riling him up more than anything.

When Jack saw you, he finally found his chance to let everything he was holding back out and seeing you with someone else only assured him he was right about you being this asshole who just goes around stealing people’s girlfriends. He was not expecting an apology. Although it seems to be sincere, it still does not satisfy him and seeing the girl you’re with looking at you the way she is because of it just ticks him off.

So he doesn’t accept your apology. Instead, he turns to Wanda. “It’s a little late for apologies, L/N. Hey, sweetheart. Some advice, best go apologize to your boyfriend before it’s too late, ‘cause whatever you think this is,” he says waving between you and Wanda, “it’s not gonna last.”

Trying to form some semblance of a safety blanket against his fiery gaze, you pull Wanda to stand behind you. Now you’re feeling very irritated. You’re not going to hit him or anything of that nature. God knows you would only hurt yourself. You’ve always strayed away from getting into fights. Besides, why bruise your fists when you could bruise his ego?

“Hey, assface. What do you know about lasting? Last I heard you weren’t doing too well with that. Some advice for you,” you taunt him, using the same tone he did with Wanda, “when you are finally doing something right, which you’ll know since Abby’s not really a quiet one, give her neck a little squeeze and-” You snap smugly. “She can thank me later.”

The whole time you were talking, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. It’s logical to stay clear when you see the signs of a volcano about to erupt, but when you are standing two feet away from the danger zone, it’s a little hard to avoid getting hurt. You see it coming but you are not quick enough to dodge it. Suddenly, your ass is on the sidewalk, vision impaired as your hand covers the left side of your face that is throbbing in pain. Wanda would say her vision is also impaired as all she sees is red. Not caring if anyone sees, she uses her magic to hold him by the throat, red wisps tightening around his neck. She sees the panic in his eyes but doesn’t ease up. 

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again. In fact, from now on you don’t talk to her unless she’s speaking to you. Don’t look at her unless she calls your name,” Wanda threatens him, her voice deadly calm, you would almost define it as soothing. Jack wouldn’t. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Jack nods to the best of his abilities, starting to feel light headed. “If you even think about touching her again, I’ll know.” 

She releases her magical hold. He coughs, bringing back oxygen into his lungs. Jack sees the red fade from the witch’s eyes but her stare still holds a fire. Not wanting to enrage the witch any further, he sprints away as soon as she says, “Leave.”

As soon as he is out of sight, Wanda turns to check on you. She finds you already on your feet but your hand is still over your face. She pries your hand away and sees the damage, a bruise already forming over your cheek. You flinch when she prods it gently. Wanda gives you a questioning look when you unexpectedly giggle.

“Sorry, it’s just. Nat always said my big mouth would get me into trouble like this one day. I was really hoping she would be wrong about this one,” you explain, looking away from her but still giggling. Wanda doesn’t find it funny. She gently takes your chin to face her. “It’s not your fault. He had no right to lay a finger on you.”

Wanda’s intense stare doesn’t waver. It’s almost demanding you to understand that what happened can’t be brushed off as a joke and it works. Your mind replays the events and you feel a lump in your throat. Wanda brushes a tear away from your cheek. You hadn’t been aware of the tears forming in your eyes. The sound of a car passing by snaps you out of your emotional state. You haven’t had a good cry in a long while, but like hell will you allow yourself to break down on the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop where you used to work.

You chase away the tears and clear your throat. Today was a great day for the most part; you weren’t going to let this bump in your trail keep you from continuing on to have a great day and ending it on a good note. Your eyes are a vault of tears, and though you know one day that door is going to open and possibly drown you, today would not be that day. 

You pull away from Wanda’s touch but before she can say anything about it you hold that hand in yours. “Thank you. I’m lucky you were here.” You avoid cringing at how your voice breaks halfway through, evidence of the lump in your throat you cleared away. You manage a small smile instead. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I hope I didn’t frighten you,” Wanda says, suddenly embarrassed at her quick tempered reaction. This brings out a genuine giggle out of you. “Are you kidding me? Frighten me? The only scary thing about your reaction was how attractive I found it!” 

You can tell Wanda doesn’t believe you, searching your face for any sign that you may be lying and saying this just to humor her. “No, seriously. His pants were wet out of fear. My pants were wet in an entirely different way,” you press. She laughs with glowing red cheeks. As the color fades, you and she decide to head back to the arcade after you refused her offer of getting you something cold at the store to rest against your cheek.

Pietro and Peter didn’t notice you had left the arcade, but they do notice your bruised cheek quickly. After dismissing their concerns, you ask if they were ready to head back. They say they still have to trade their tickets in, so you let them go do that. It isn’t too long until you are back to the car.

It turns out you are the only one in the car with a license, but you’re not feeling up to driving back to the house. Peter looks nervous at the prospect of driving, barely having taken two lessons at school, so he isn’t going to drive. Wanda wants to sit by you, so she lets Peter sit up front. That leaves Pietro to drive.

Big mistake.

You make it home in one piece with your bruised cheek, a massive headache, and a date with the church on Sunday after promising God you would go if you make it back home alive. Pietro brakes hard when pulling up right behind Nat’s car. Luckily, he didn't hit her car. You didn’t need to survive Pietro’s wild car ride, just so Nat could kill you after. 

The twins are arguing. “God, Wanda. No one likes a backseat driver,” Pietro says as he puts the car in park and takes the key out of the ignition. Wanda yells, “No, but I’m sure we would all like to live to see past our 20’s and Peter past high school!”

At the mention of his name, Peter finally opens his eyes and loosens his tight grip on his seatbelt. “Oh, we’re here? I, um, have to go to the bathroom.” He excuses himself before basically ripping the door open and running into the house on shaky legs. Pietro also storms out of the car but more so in irritation from his sister.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks you, taking off her seatbelt. You unbuckle yours and laugh to ease her concerns. “Yeah, just give me a moment. I don’t think my life is done flashing before my eyes yet.” 

Wanda giggles as you act out seeing your life replaying in your mind. “Okay, almost done. Exercise with Nat, board games, seeing you naked.” You laugh when she punches your arm. “Arcade, your brother almost killing us all, and finished. Wow, I lived a pretty good life.”

She shakes her head at your silliness, before practically pulling you out of the car. Most of everyone is in the living room when you come inside. You guess your bruise must be very noticeable, your cousin gasping upon seeing your face. She rushes to your side with the help of Clint and sees the damage.

“Y/N, what happened?” she asks, a motherly type of concern slipping into her tone.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You thank Nat when she sits you down and helps place an ice pack on your injury.

“It looks pretty bad, kid,” Clint says, not helping ease the concern on his wife’s or his best friend’s face. 

“You should have seen the other guy,” you say, acting like you actually did anything other than stare mouth agape as Wanda took care of Jack. The disbelief on everyone’s face when you said that, including Sam’s, was insulting. You scoff, “Okay, ouch. I could have taken care of business if Wanda wasn’t there, thank you very much.”

“So, Wanda was there?” Nat pries and you tell them everything. Laura thanks Wanda for doing what she did and Wanda, being of humble heart, claims it goes unsaid that she would do that for any of them and there was no need to thank her. Nat doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ but she tells you it’s time to learn self-defense as she wants you to quote unquote “be prepared next time god forbid something like this happens again”, which to you was another way of saying ‘I told you so’, 

Nat says she will personally see to giving you your first lesson tomorrow. Clint laughs at the thought and suddenly everyone is amped to watch Nat teach you some moves in the morning, inviting themselves to be your audience as if embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha was not going to be enough. Everyone leaves you alone to get ready to sleep after that. 

After changing into your pjs, you pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll sitting on the couch. You have at least fifty or so new photos of just today. You smile as you watch the video you recorded of Wanda and Pietro playing Dance Dance Revolution. Watching them interact today, you are reminded of you and Laura and Nat and if their bond is anything like yours, you are happy that Wanda has someone like that in her life. 

Wanda comes downstairs to check up on you before turning in for the night. She hears you before she sees you, your giggles cutting through the air. She follows the sound, curious as to what has you in such spirits. When she is close enough, Wanda sees you are laughing at something playing on your phone. 

“What are you watching?” Wanda asks from behind you.

“Just some of the stuff I recorded today. Come look.” You invite her over.

Leaning over your shoulder, she finds out it is a video of her and her brother playing the dancing game at the arcade. She fails to see what you find so funny but as the video plays on, you kept zooming in and out of Wanda’s face as she pouts every time she missteps but the look of determination never wavering. 

You think it’s a cute video but you aren’t surprised when Wanda lunges for your phone in an attempt to take it and delete the video. You lean forward away from Wanda on time so that she cannot reach it. She groans, “Delete it.”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head and laugh when Wanda wastes her energy to maneuver around the couch to take the phone away only for you to hide it behind your back away from Wanda’s hands. She looks down at you unimpressed. “Y/N, do you really think that’s going to work? I can take it with a wave of my hand.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Always relying on your magic. Afraid you can’t get it without twirling your fingers?” you shoot back with a smirk. Your cockiness is short lived as you see Wanda sport the same look of determination she wore in the video you took. She surprises you by settling onto your lap, basically straddling you. She holds you by the shoulders. You nearly whimper when she leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ll show you twirling my fingers.”

She leans away from your ear and looks you right in the eye as one hand begins to wander down your chest. You hold your breath when she gets to your belly button. You should have known better, misreading the smirk on her face. It all takes a turn when she brings her other hand down and begins to tickle you. 

You try fighting her off with one hand, keeping the other with your phone behind your back, but she’s relentless. You flail around and you end up lying on the couch, Wanda still on top of you. You can’t help the tear that slips and you take that as your cue to beg her to stop. “Mercy! Mercy! Stop!”

Wanda eases up on the tickling, giving you time to catch your breath, but she makes no move to get off of you nor to actually take your phone away. She rests her hands on your stomach and watches you, amused when you wipe away your tear. 

“That wasn’t nice,” you breathe out. She chuckles. You stare at her as if it is your turn to gaze at her in wonder. She takes you by surprise again when she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

She’s kissed you before. Hell, you’ve done a lot more than that, so you’re wondering why she’s even asking at this point. At the confusion on your face, she explains, “I mean, can I kiss you just to kiss you?”

Finally understanding what she is asking, you sit up and give her your permission. “You can kiss me whenever you want. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.” She hesitates to move so as a show of faith you peck her lips, startling her. “See?”

Wanda smiles and leans forward to kiss you. It’s a slow but still rather chaste kiss. It takes your breath away and when she pulls back she giggles as your lips unconsciously chase after hers. She gives you what your lips were seeking for, pulling you further into her by your neck and tangling her hands in your hair. You are kissing slowly but then you’re not when you slip your hands under her shirt to grip her waist. You pull away and kiss down her neck. 

Wanda starts to feel hot. She doesn’t know when she started to grind onto you, but her hips are actively working to find some friction to relieve the feeling that’s bubbled up. You’re both wearing too many clothes, she thinks. She pushes you away and goes to take off her shirt, but when she had pushed you, you’d come to your senses. You stop her and pull her shirt back down. 

“As much as I’d like to, Clint and Nat seeing me in boxers haunts me to this day. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do if someone saw us less than decent on the couch,” you explain. 

“Oh,” she says, almost a little dejectedly, but Wanda understands. She honestly forgot they were in the living room, open for anyone to accidentally walk in on them. You crack a joke at her sounding so bummed. “Sorry if I gave the idea that I’d be comfortable putting it all out there for show. I don’t know what kind of things you and your ex-robo-boyfriend liked to do, but not everyone can be as free spirited.”

Knowing what comes next after a joke like that, you are quick to grab her wrists before she punches your arm. “Or as violent,” you add, laughing when she pouts at not getting her way. You wrap your arms around her before falling back to lie on the couch. Wanda stretches out her legs to get more comfortable, which is hard to do given your arms are still wrapped around her holding her arms down as well. 

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles into your neck. You laugh. “Hey, don’t start comparing me to your exes. It’s hard to compete with a lab-produced man. He’s probably over six feet tall and can do long division in a blink. Probably does the cheesy things you like, like serenading you and lipsyncs as the song actually plays from his mouth.”

Your arms loosen up as you speak, allowing Wanda to shift more so beside you. Wanda giggles at your rambling and throws an arm around your stomach. “He’s not an Alexa, Y/N.”

“Are you sure? Or you just never tried saying ‘Vision, play Summer by Calvin Harris’?” She bites your shoulder instead of swatting at you. “Ow. What kind of name is Vision anyway? I mean that can only mean he’s packing some serious stuff cause moaning out ‘Vision’ is just not it, you know? I mean, it’s better than ‘Brad’ but honestly most anything is better than Brad.” 

“Ugh!” Wanda lets out in frustration and a hint of embarrassment. Her face turns pink but she tries to hide it behind her hand. She says something else you don’t catch as it’s muffled by her palm. You grab her hand and move her arm back to its original position around you. “What was that?”

“I said ‘I don’t’,” Wanda repeats. 

“You don’t, what?” you ask. Wanda waits a second for you to catch up. “Wait, you and he never?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you are too bewildered by that possibility that you have to confirm. “Never ever?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Sorry, it’s just that,” you pause. A thought that nearly shuts down your brain takes over and you have to ask, but you weren’t sure how, not knowing if she would want it brought up in case the answer was yes. “Wait! Were you? I didn’t, um.. Did I…”

“Did you, what?” Wanda cautiously asks, noting how hesitant you are to ask whatever it is you were trying to figure out. You clear your throat. “Was I your first?”

You don’t know what you hoped the answer to be. Yes? Being someone’s first can be a big deal and if you were hers, Wanda’s first time, you’d have to move to a mansion for the size of your ego. But another thought arises. Did you live up to her expectations? Her body language seemed to say yes, but maybe she’s just really good at lying. Did you actually disappoint? Wanda disrupts your thoughts by laughing… loudly. 

“Well, damn. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been sufficient,” you pout. Internally, you are a little relieved to not have been the first. When she leaves here, you’ll probably be brought up at an odd time or another in conversation. Three of the small group of Avengers will probably remember you as Wanda’s fling, but you wouldn’t be able to stand being seen as that goof that deflowered the second youngest member of the team. 

“Do not take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I’m glad you were not my first,” she says. Obviously, your response is “Ouch. I don’t know how there is any other way to take that.” She continues, “Because I got to enjoy myself with you. The first time for me was not fun. I didn’t even really like him, but I was tired of everyone comparing me to Pietro, who is as you say more of a ‘free spirit’, and I guess I wanted to prove I could be too.”

With one hand you run your fingers through her hair and with the other you rub her arm in comfort. “Well then in that case, I’m glad I wasn’t your first as well. Also, I enjoyed it too.” She giggles, making you smile in return. “Just sayin’.”

“What about you?” she asks. 

“My first time?” She nods. You hesitate to get into it and she gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s only fair. My first was actually Skye,” you say. Wanda looks surprised. “I know. A lot of firsts with that one.”

“How did you meet?” Wanda keeps the conversation flowing after a heavy pause.

You chuckle remembering how it happened. “It all started with what Laura coined the great animal rescue,” you start. You tell her the beginning, the middle, and the end of your first and really only relationship. 

“Was she the girl in the picture you showed Peter?” Wanda knows the answer. Why does she do this to herself? Maybe to try to get it through her head that there is someone out there that knows you the way she does and maybe better. Of course, a straight yes or no is too much to ask from you. “Daisy Ridley? I wish! Could you imagine? Rey Skywalker?”

“Maybe Sam has a right to tease you. You are a nerd.” You scoff, “Excuse me. Anyone would be lucky to date ‘only the prettiest woman alive!’” you repeat Peter’s voice, trying to make his voice. Wanda laughs at your impersonation of the young hero.

You remove Wanda’s arm and get off the couch. She frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Getting us a blanket and pillows. It’s way late and although I can talk with you until the sun rises, I need to get some sleep before Nat kicks my ass tomorrow. I’ll be right back,” you say with a smile before turning to grab said items.

You come back, hand Wanda a big pillow you decide you would both use, and stretch the blanket out over her before getting under it and back to the way you were before. 

“Are you comfortable? Do you want the other pillow?” you ask her, which she really appreciates. Once she tells you she’s all good, you kiss her head and wish her sweet dreams.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda replies.

She can’t understand how Skye held so much of you and let you go. Holding you and talking through the night with you, she knows it’s going to hurt when she will have to do the same in a few days. She holds you tighter and closes her eyes, hoping to dream of you tonight.

“Does Vision come with WiFi?”

“Y/N, go to sleep,” Wanda mutters, though she tries not to laugh.

“Sorry, just wondering. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Did Vision have wifi? He doesn’t work like a router, does he? Could she have had a personal hotspot the entire time she was dating him? Wanda needs answers.

“I bet you’re thinking about it now too, huh?” 

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, sleeping now.”

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The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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hello Tanya! do you still do a request? ;---; can i request benedict x reader? she is a singer and an actress too, both of you are on the oscar. and they r such a sweet couple there (i imagine of gaga but you can change the reader to anyone!) hope you are not confused by my text. i love you so much, thank you, thanks again for still writing

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and this my reader is kind of taylor swift! sry i'm really biased her. she gimme an inspo for write this request

enjoy this babe *if i typo pls noticed me

Benedict gave his hands reached for yours. You took them while placing your left heels on the cement, holding the hem of your long dress, ducking your head to exit the car. It's a red carpet.

Outside, a dozen flashes went off as soon as you stood to your full height, and you felt his thumb rub a reassuring pattern on your skin. There was a sea of screaming photographers shouting your and his name, and you felt millenarian times more relaxed by his comforting touch.

Oscar is perhaps one of the most anticipated events of the year, you still disbelieve that you would be in invites this year. You stepped onto the red carpet, felt almost dizzy at the number of people demanding your attention. all you can do is give a sign of your signature and smile to them, "You okay there, love?" You heard Benedict whisper, his hand rubbing the bare shoulder of you soft and slow, guiding you forward. You looked up at him and smiled at the exact time that a flash captured yours.

The evening was cold, there was a frosty wind hitting your back, but you felt almost hot because of the flashes. You were wearing a dark pink grown dress with a one-shoulder to contrast with your pales skin, show the entire length of your left leg in a thigh-high split, a pink-gold heel makes you more gorgeous, leaving your shoulders bare, exposed to the wind. Benedict urged you forward again, and you smiled at a few cameras he made you pose to the camera, you'll get good-looking photos by the reporter and in the newspaper later. "You look beautiful, you know?" Ben said as the photographers screamed how sweet you two appeared, you try not to let your blush show.

"You don't look so bad," you murmured, unable to contain your smile as you played with the black bow on his jacket. He looked handsome in his white tuxedo. It had been two years already since your relationship is in public, those had without a doubt been the best two years of your life.

You and Benedict made your way through the red carpet flawlessly and now, you reached the first interviewer of the night feeling a little less nervous. "Hello, you two. Come up here!" A woman sporting a long red dress urged you up a few steps to the small stage she was standing at, a camera set up in front of her and a microphone in her hand. You did as she said, Benedict going first and then extending his hand to help you up. "So, I'm here with Benedict Cumberbatch and the very soon of Mrs. Cumberbatch! Y/N Y/L/N!" She said to the camera and pointed at you. You smiled with a bit chuckle. "How are you feeling tonight?"

You shared a quick smile with Benedict before answering. "We're great! Very grateful. Very very happily." Your smile more brightly, "To have an opportunity to be here is so crazy!"

"Ah, and I reckon this is your first time at the Oscars, from our Miss Grammy!" The interviewer teased, you nodded proudly, you're an American singer, you have triple awards from Grammys, but this is your first time to show up at the Oscar. The feeling of the soothing caress of Benedict's fingers at the small of your back. He was doing a great job at encouraging you. "What do you think so far?"

"Oh, God. The fact that me walking around there is perfectly insane… Well, I'm pretty excited for tonight," you answered. You were one of the nominees for Best Supporting Actress and you have a halftime show after all. "Besides, this guy over here is guiding me through it," you looked at Benedict with a cheeky smile, hooking your arms with his and allowing him to pull you closer.

"I bet this sweet guy was."

Benedict replies to her. Make the situation more friendly. "Where's my vodka? I came here for a vodka." You and the interviewer laughed. "Well, you two have a great time tonight and best of luck with your nomination! Y/N!" She said, and you smiled with Benedict before exiting the stage. "Thank you."

You were led inside the theater and took your designated seats right at the front of the stage. Your parents sat in the front seat. Benedict rested a reassuring grasp on your uncovered knee, his touch was warm and everything you needed to keep going through the night, furthermore, because all that nervousness from before was returning with loaded force.

The prospect of winning is exciting as much as it was frightening as always.

The night went on, as usual, you didn't make any mistakes or humiliate. Right now, it was time for the Best Supporting Actress nomination. You involuntarily gripped Benedict's hand more tightly. The previous winner appeared on the stage, the names of the nominees played on the screen. And upon seeing yours among those of some brilliant actresses, you felt your nervousness and sweating.

"And the winner for Best Supporting Actress is." The presenter said as she opened the envelope. "Y/N Y/L/N!" She smiled, and then time seemed to stop. You barely listened to the clapping throughout you and the applause that followed. For a few seconds, it was only you, Benedict, and your beating heart. Your eyes only searched for his green orbs, and when you finally took a look at him, he was smiling brightly, motioning for you to stand up. When you did, he was the first to wrap his arms around you. You feel like choking out your throat, "oh shit!" His grip was tight and warm and comfortable but too quick for your fondness. Benedict soon lets go of you to kiss you briefly, hugs your parents inseparably. The clapping stopped as you moved towards the stage, receives more hugs from the other celebrities in the audience.

By the time you reached the stage, your head spin slightly and your eyes had to adjust to the strong lights illuminating you. Someone helped you up the stairs, you didn't even register their face. Your consciousness only came back when there was a considerable weight of golden trophy placed into your hands. The theater was filled with silence.

You looked at the audience and couldn't help the shocked gasp that rolled out of your tongue. "Wow!" You said, looking at the golden trophy, your voice magnified by the microphone in front of you. "I honestly don't know what to say," you started, you had rehearsed this before, but nothing could have prepared you for this moment. "I guess I, uh… I should start by thanking all of you who've stuck by me. This-," You lifted the golden statuette, looking at it with gleaming eyes. "-Time. It is a representation of not only my effort but also that of those that supported me since the beginning." You looked around the crowd, a few familiar faces making you feel more relaxed. You point back at the coworkers that stand behind you. "So I'd like to dedicate this to all the directors, the screenwriters, the producers; to all of my coworkers, and to all the people who often don't appear in front of the cameras. Whoever also contributed for this to happen. I hope this-. No, I wish this award will be the best gift of the immeasurable experience for the strenuous we made, for all of the viewer this film and, for all of us in last two years."

You smiled. Your eyes found Benedict’s startling green ones in the middle of the crowd, and you suddenly felt a surge of happiness and courage rush through you. "Lastly, I'd like to thank my fiancée, Ben," you said, lifting your hand to show the audience the ring he had given; you guys still never taking your eyes off, and the crowd gasped and clapped excitedly. Your chest was spilling with something that sizzled through your veins and had you feeling all warm and giddy. "You're one of the people who inspire me the most, and I can't find enough words to describe just how much that means to me," you looked straight into his eyes, and couldn't help but notice that they were glazed with the start of tears. He was pressing his fingers to his mouth adorably, and you smiled further at the sight of it. "I love you so much." You finally finished, and the audience clapped once more. The presenters guided you out the stage, and even though your only wish was to be with Benedict, there was still a long way to go before you could find your way to him again.

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Time for the Y/N's halftime show! A list of performances today is the medley of her is an old album, end the show by, 'Red and Daylight.' Now she was wearing stunning costumes of Versace's black beaded bodysuit paired with a matching fringe skirt, finished with sparkling black ankle boots. She looks cute and impassioned at the same time, her voice like honey in a dream.

Red, with electric guitar; She looked at people, the cameraman, and sang along with the crowd, some people who sing her song:

Remembering him comes in flashbacks, and echoes tell me it's time now, gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. In burning red.

And that's why he's spinning 'round through my head, burning red, burning red.

His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street.

Daylight, with the piano; She looked only Ben. Both blue and watering eyes reach, sing along with him. It's was him, made this song happen. Now. Only two of them in this chaotic place:

And I can still see it all in my mind. All of you, all of me intertwined. I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden. And I can still see it all in my head, back and forth from New York to London, singing in your bed. I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden.

It's brighter now, like daylight.

And I only see the daylight, daylight.

Thunderous applause cheering Y/N, then she gets up from the chair next to the piano stand in the center of the stage and bow to all the audience. The applause was even louder as Y/N walked off the stage. Her band, family, and friends all hug her. The applause with adore continues until she hugs her fiancee. Y/N sobbed in Benedict's embrace while he stroked her hair softly, both of them two walked out of the theater, Y/N have to change the costume into the same dress she came to the red carpet event to take more pictures. She was taken to a room and given champagne, she was ushered to a small studio to take the official Academy Awards Winner pictures. Then, there was the part her were dreading the most - the interview with over three hundred reporters, just her and them in the room; though surprisingly, the questions weren't as hard to answer as she thought they'd be. Most of them were about her and Benedict's engagement and how she was planning on the next album.

Finally, Y/N were escorted back to the theater, spotted Benedict's head in the crowd before he saw her. A few other people stopped to congratulate her, but she went as fast as she could towards her fiancée, whose back turned to her. When they finally reached their seat, Benedict looked up with the brightest smile in the world, and she sat by his side and couldn't contain the blush that appeared on her cheeks as he pulled her closer and kissed her as silently as he could. The show was still going on, and she didn't want to attract any more attention than she already had.

"I love you so much," his forehead touching hers and his thumb brushing her cheek in a gentle caress. "I'm so proud of you, love," Benedict whispered, taking her hand in his to place a soft kiss on her knuckles.

Y/N against to ben's shoulder, beaming, "I love you too."

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