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talaok · 11 months

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Us | pt. 2

Part 2 of this request because you asked for it and I can't say no to you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x pregnant!reader

summary: You decide it's time to tell Ellie you're pregnant, and she and Joel turn into overprotective babysitters until you give birth

It was time.

You had postponed it for too long and hiding your growing belly was starting to become impossible.

You had convinced Joel to invite Sam and Henry on the journey to Wyoming with you, but they didn't want to bother you anymore, which was stupid, they never bothered you in the first place... well maybe Joel a little bit, but he doesn't count.

Nonetheless, you had parted, and were now staying in an abandoned motel.

Everything was calm for the first time in a while, which meant it was time.

"Ellie we have to tell you something" Joel spoke. He might have looked and sounded calm, but you knew he was just as anxious as you.

"oh shit, who died?"

you forced yourself to smile through the nerves "No, it's not like that, it's... it's something happy"

Ellie raised her head, actually listening to you now.

"ok..." she said, urging you to go on.

You turned to Joel, suddenly unable to speak.

Why was this so hard? It's not like you were confessing to something awful.

Joel caught your look and understood he needed to help out.

"we're together," he said

There. It was out. Not all of it, but a part.

A weight lifted from your chest as Joel's hand intertwined with yours.

"yeah no shit" Ellie chuckled, making you freeze.

"you knew?" you spat out

"I mean you're kind of obvious" she grinned " especially you, man," he nodded to Joel, laughing to herself "You act like a thirteen-year-old around her"

The man shot her a look, but you could only smile.

"Alright Einstein, but that's not all"

She stopped smiling now, and instead, a frown took over her face as she looked up at you confusedly.

"It's not?"

"no" you shook your head "See, I..." you bit your lip as your heart started racing.

You had never said it out loud to anyone who wasn't Joel.

"Ellie, I'm pregnant"

Her eyes widened and then fell to your belly "shit, are- are you serious!?"

You nodded.

"wh-why didn't you tell me? Did Tess know?"

"We just... we wanted to be safe, and no, Tess didn't know"

"wow" she sighed eyeing you two "I mean- congratulations"

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The journey to Wyoming changed from that point on.

Now instead of one person urging you to eat their food, you had two.

It was like they fed off each other's worry.

You must have carried your own backpack for just over five minutes total, the rest of the time, one or the other had forced you to let them hold it.

Neither of them left you alone if not to pee, and by the time you got to Jackson, you were just happy they could finally back off a little.

Turns out you were wrong.

They didn't back off, not at all, as you got more and more pregnant all it did was just make their apprehension grow.

It was funny really, watching as they fought for who could help you tie your shoes or make you breakfast.

The search for the fireflies became less and less important as you got closer to the ninth month, and by the time you had reached it, Ellie and Joel had decided they were gonna think about that only after the child was born.

Which wasn't long after that.

You woke up in stinging pain.

"fuck" you cried,

That was definitely a contraction

You let your fingers travel between your legs and found the sheets and your pants completely soaked.

shit

"Joel" you mumbled, the pain only getting worse.

"Joel!" you called, gripping his arm.

He woke up with a gasp, immediately turning to you.

"It's happening?"

"mh-mh" you could only hum, nodding as your nails dug into his flesh.

He looked at you for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, before he leaned in to leave a quick kiss on your forehead.

"it's happening" he whispered again

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You had always thought the women in the movies were exaggerating.

But they weren't. They fucking weren't.

It was a miracle Joel's hand was still intact considering how hard you had squeezed it.

It didn't matter how many times he told you you were doing so good or how it was almost done, it felt like a year had passed until you finally heard a little cry coming from the doctor's arms.

"it's a girl," he said, handing the minuscule child to you.

You took her in your arms, scared to even breathe.

She was beautiful... actually, she was perfect, so warm and small she didn't even look real.

You couldn't stop the tears running down your cheeks, and when you looked up at Joel, you noticed a watery glint covering his eyes too.

"You did it" he spoke, his voice shaky

"we did" you corrected him "We did it"

"she's so small" he murmured, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips.

"I know" You nodded, looking at her.

You couldn’t help the sob coming up your throat. There it was, a light in the darkest night.

So many emotions took over you at the same time that all you could do was cry and then cry some more.

“Hey” Joel cooed, moving some hair out of your face “what is it?” he asked, laying down next to you.

You sniffled, looking up at him.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I-” you stuttered, looking down at your daughter “I’m scared Joel” you admitted “I’m- I’m terrified. I thought the birth was gonna be the hardest part but...” you had to stop to breathe “Joel, What if I’m not a good mother?”

He smiled then, stoking your cheek “y/n, baby, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You are smart, kind, funny and patient” he spoke without a single trace of hesitation “You are gonna be a great mom, I promise”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know you, and I know this kid is the luckiest girl in the world to have you as her mom” he said, causing a small smile to your lips.

“Thank you” you murmured, kissing his cheek “and Y’know, You’re gonna be a great father too”

He chuckled “with you by my side... I’m sure I will”

You laughed softly as both your eyes fell back to your daughter.

"you want to hold her?"

He hesitated a second.

"you ok?" you asked, noticing the shift in his look.

He looked at you, and that's all he needed. All the memories and fear melted away the moment his eyes met yours.

"I'm great" he smiled, taking the baby in his arms.

She looked even smaller when he was holding her.

Everything fell silent for a second, until, without so much as a warning, Ellie threw the door open.

"Finally," she said, "they said I could come in now"

"c'mere," you gestured,

"you ok?"

"Yeah"

"did it hurt a lot?"

"it did" you nodded, "but it was worth it" you said, your eyes moving up to where Joel was still gently holding her.

Ellie smiled at the sight. He had never seen Joel being so careful.

"you ok there man?" she teased

And when Joel raised his head to look at her, a small tear fled his eye.

"I love you," he promised "all of you. And if it's the last thing I ever do, I swear I'll protect you"

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angelkhi · 1 year

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love me, hate me - s.r

summary: steve rogers pisses you off, and you piss him off. but is it really ever that simple?

warnings: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), p in v, switch steve & reader, face sitting, unprotected sex, talks of bodily fluids, enemies to lovers a little bit, slight hate fucking but also not?? feelings at the end sort of.

word count: 2.8.k

a little note: Happy New Year to you all! finished this at 4 am so not beta’d any mistakes are my own (seriously i just spelled mistakes as ‘mestayks’ so like sorry lol) half based on this request but also something i already had in the works that seemed to mesh xx

"Let's not forget who's doing who a favour." You chide, already irritated by presence.

"Please sweetheart, I'm doing you more of a favour than you realise."

"And how's that Mr Rogers?" You fix his crooked tie. Always picking up after him.

"You walk in there with me? There's no way you're going home alone tonight." He smooths out the collar on his shirt, checking himself over in the mirror. "Your little problem gets solved."

"My little problem?"

"Don't get me wrong, Yels, it's great doing it yourself but it would be nice for someone give me an orgasm every now and then."

"You fuckin pig! You were listening to my conversation?" You're embarrassed. Beyond embarrassed. If there's one person that doesn't need to know about your dwindling sex life it's Steve Rogers.

"It's kinda hard not to overhear yours and Yelena's screeching on girls night." Once again those fingers fly up into quotation marks and you have to blink yourself free from the daze you're slipping into.

Maybe Steve does have a point, you're significantly louder after a bottle or two of rose, but it doesn't give him the right to use your own words against you.

"You're a dick, Rogers. It's none of your fucking business how many orgasms I have." He's smirking down at you now, something in his eyes you've never seen before. "Let's just get this over with. I don't want to have to see your face any longer than necessary."

The two of you enter the ballroom together as planned, and heads turn almost instantly. The quiet gasps and turning heads boost his scolded ego more than nicely. But that's all it is. A soothing bandage over a painful wound.

Stark's infamous shindigs that rivalled even the most grand of galas, yet you are the only thing that matters to him in a room filled with expensive champagne and extravagant sculptures. He watches you from across the room, Bucky's latest debrief on Sam's irritating behaviour blending into the mindless background chatter.

You're done up to the nines, pretty hair twisted in some intricate up-do, and that dress. That fucking dress. He wonders if things would be easier if you knew how he really felt about you, that the trading of insults between the two of you is the only way he can resist pinning you against every available surface and fucking the attitude out of you.

You work your charm with everyone that comes up to you, offering you drinks and boring conversation. You know you're in charge, so do they, and so does he.

He spots you talking to a pretty redhead he soon recognises as Wanda, she's changed since he last saw her. But he much more notices the lingering stares and flirtatious touches, the way you lean into each other and laugh a little too loud. Jealousy is no longer a green eyed monster, but a blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier.

You happen to glance over at him in that moment, taking in his tensed jaw and white-knuckle grip on his champagne flute, expecting it to shatter under any more force. He watches as you smirk in his direction, and the go back to the conversation like he wasn't even there. Sam and Bucky pull him away to a conversation that is meant to be important and he loses sight of you for the rest of the evening.

The party starts to get a little too lively towards 11pm, the rowdy crowd excited about the looming new year. You find yourself at the bar, sick of your uncomfortable shoes, ready to get more than drunk, kiss a bottle at midnight and fall into bed with your vibrator once again. Someone slides into the empty seat next to you, speaking to the bar tender. You catch the 'and whatever she's having' and roll your eyes just wanting to be left alone at this point.

Your double vodka and cranberry is slid in front of you and you take a single sip before turning to the man next to you. He's attractive, with his full beard and long brown hair. There's something in his eyes but you don't care enough to find out that much about him. He shakes your hand firmly, introducing himself as Quentin Beck. You smile and thank him when he compliments you, you hum and nod when he tells you about his latest technological venture that sounds weirdly similar to Tony's, you smile coyly when he rests a hand on your thigh and offers to take you somewhere a little less private.

You're silently disappointed that this is the best you could do on a night like tonight but you're not one to look a fort horse in the mouth. He guides you through the crowd with a hand around your waist until the function room doors come into view and your excitement dims even further. Steve stands in the doorway, arms crossed and biceps bulging as he stares at Quentin and then his hand on your waste.

"Hey honey." He wraps his fingers around your wrist lightly, stopping you in your tracks. He stares down at you for a second too long, then diverts his gaze to Beck.

"Fuck off." Two words. Two are all it takes for Quentin to crumble.

His hand moves from your waist faster than you can blink and he's already being swallowed up by the crowd when you turn away from glaring at Steve. His fingers linger around your wrist but you shrug him off, and leave the grand ballroom stomping down to the elevator.

He follows you of course, right up to your door, pushing inside when you try and slam it in his face.

"Honey that guy was a creep."

"Don't 'honey' me you just ruined my one good chance of getting laid tonight." You kick off your shoes.

"Well I wouldn't call it a good chance..."

"What was that?!" You're about to fiddle with the zip of your dress but instead steve has your attention and an insane amount of audacity.

"M'just saying he wouldn't have been worth it." He pauses, sitting on your bed uninvited. "Doesn't look like he can find his car keys let alone please a woman."

"I guess I'll never know now." You scoff.

"Use me instead."

What in the sweet baby jesus?!

"How much have you had to drink?" You chuckle, and go back to working your zip.

"You know I can't get drunk. How much have you had to drink?" He retorts, reaching up to undo the zipper for you.

"Not enough for this to be a hallucination. What's in it for you?"

"An orgasm." Fair enough.

"Why are you doing this? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"What? No! I'm just trying to apologise for ruining your New Years hook up." He looks sincere, but then Steve never lies. You on the other hand, would be lying if you said you didn't want to jump his bones at least twenty three and a half of the twenty four hours in the day. And he's offering himself to you on a golden platter. Why turn. it down?

"Strip."

It's a simple word, but it holds so much power. Starting something that may just fucking ruin you. But you want it. He wants it. The easy route be damned. Steve is quick to discard his clothing, looking up at you expectantly waiting for your next request. You simply just let your dress drop, carefully stepping over the expensive fabric and slotting yourself between Steve's legs. His eyes widen when he realises you'd neglected to put on any underwear that evening. She reaches out to touch you, rest a hand on your hip but you slap it away.

"Lay back." You kneel over his hips, excitement fizzling on your skin as he rests on his elbows, taking up an insane amount of space with his broad shoulders and wide thighs. He doesn't move any further, a sly smirk on his lips and wonder in his eyes.

"I said I don't want to see your face, lie the fuck back." You have him under your thumb, and your pussy, when he lays back against the cotton sheets you crawl across his body and rest above his face. His hands grip onto the backs of your thighs, usually light eyes dark with lust.

"No touching." You thread his arms above him, resting forward and pinning them against the pillows. His response is muffled when you lower yourself onto his face. His tongue works wonders when he's not using it to talk and you definitely prefer it when he's not talking.

You grind yourself down against his pliant tongue, clit bumping his stupidly perfect nose with each thrust. You're taking what you deserve from him, what he owes you and you fucking love it. You love the fact that he could easily slip you underneath him, pin you beneath him and pull you apart but instead he's letting you use him, letting you grind yourself to an orgasm on his face.

"You're not so useless after all Rogers, fucking hell." His lips purse around your exposed clit and your thighs shake a little. You press yourself further against him, chasing your well deserved orgasm until you're panting above him half spent.

Lifting yourself off of him, you take in his flushed cheeks and blown out eyes. God he's pretty. Your hand strokes through his hair and he leans into your touch. Putty in your hands.

You reach back, your hands almost dwarfed by the impressive size of his pretty cock. You struggle to wrap your hands around him fully, but when you start stroking him slow but firm it doesn't matter. His face twists into one of pure bliss and his hips fuck up into your fist desperately. Deciding enough is enough you manoeuvre down his body, hovering over his painfully hard weeping cock. You drag him through your folds, almost slipping him in before bumping his engorged head against your clit until you're right on the edge of desperation and finally sink down on him.

You take him slowly at first, unable to stay quiet as he stretches you open. There's a slight sting but my god does it sting so good. Once he's fully sheathed you take a moment to accommodate, grinding down on him, twin moans coming from the two of you. You raise yourself up again, right to the tip and back down, slowly building the rhythm until you're bouncing on his cock, hitting spots you didn't even know existed panting for breath.

"You feel so fucking good." You whimper chasing your own pleasure, fuelled by Steve's. He fists the bedsheets, so obedient trying not to touch you, but you look so pretty and broken and you're touching yourself whilst you ride him, clenching down on his dick so fucking perfectly. He's more vocal than. you expected, grunting and moaning and whining.

"Fuck I'm gonna come. Steve." Your fingers roll your taught nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling. Steve's hips stutter for a moment, but then he's right there with you, fucking up into your perfect cunt until you're shaking on his dick, grinding your clit against his pubic bone and falling over the edge.

He doesn't give you a second to breath, wrapping his strong arms around you and placing you flat on your back. You're breathless, your vision is still fuzzy but then he's pounding into you. Lifting your leg above his shoulder opening you up up to him even more. You're well and truly fucked. Not a single word or thought or even sound registering. You're just wide eyed and open mouthed and taking what he gives you.

"Not so cocky now are we, hmm sweetheart." His thumb flicks your clit once and you're coming all over again, a loud scream echoing off of the walls.

"There she is. So fucking perfect, taking what you need. Did I do well, did I satisfy your greedy pussy or do you still want more?"

"St-Steve. More." You sound so broken, so unalike yourself but you never want to go back to her when you can be this.

"Course you fuckin do. Play with your tits for me, that's a good girl." He thrusts slow but deep, your weak legs held in position by his huge hands. He relishes in your flushed face and smudged makeup. Your hair has foregone the confines of bobby pins and it's splayed out on the cushion behind you. You're fucking perfect.

"Who's cunt is this?" Your eyes lull into the back of your head when he delivers a quick sharp tap to your clit. "Tell me who's cunt it is and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yours. Yours Steve."

"Good. And who's fuckin dick is this tearing you apart?" It's all too much, you're on the verge of crying from the overstimulation. "Who's is it?"

"Mine."

"Good fucking girl." He punctuates his words with his thrusts, picking up speed once more and rubbing small quick circles against your clit. Your tears do spill then, dark mascara running down your cheeks when you explode all over him.

He fucks you through the orgasm, pulling out of you when you begin to claw at his chest, leaving pretty marks all over him. He kneels over you, furiously stroking himself to completion until he cums in long white ropes all over your breasts, chest heaving and panting. He collapses next to you, silent as you try to catch your breaths and wrap your head around what just happened.

It shouldn't surprise you when Steve gets up to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth, but it does. It leaves you stunned. You try not to show it though, nor do you give him a glimpse at how disappointed you are about leaving.

"Damn Rogers, you really know how to hate fuck." Steve's gaze is frantic, but mostly confused.

"Hate? I don't hate you." His eyebrows are pulled together so tightly you're scared they might just fuse into one another.

"Could've fooled me." You pull up your underwear and pull on his shirt foregoing the tight dress.

"Look. I don't. Hate. You. Do you get on my nerves? Sometimes. But I could never hate you."

"So what? You wanna call the way you've treated me since I got here a proclamation of your undying love." He's silent. "You can't be fucking serious Rogers."

"Don't be like that, you gave just as good as you got." You scoff, but it's the truth. "Every time I look at you I want to fuck you, every time I see someone even look at you I wanna fuckin... I don't know!"

"Steve..."

"You terrify me. I have all these feelings for you, but you're so... you. You're so gorgeous, you're potty mouth and you're strong and you don't take shit from no one, not even me. I'm an idiot, I know that and I don't expect a sorry to fix anything, but I need you to know that that wasn't a one time thing, I want you."

"Well fuck. You have feelings for me?" He nods, simple, effective and oh so Steve Rogers. "I thought. I don't know what I though. I walked in here and you just stared at me and left, and I guess I though you took one look at me and decided I wasn't enough. So I decided I was gonna prove you wrong."

"I think you're everything. You've certainly proved me right." He looks angry, at himself at and the situation, but mostly at the fact that you'd ever thought those things about yourself.

"Right pair of idiots we are." You mutter, trying to lighten the you're-not-sure-what mood. He pulls you into his lap, rough hand resting around your waist.

"Aren't we just." He whispers against your lips.

"How many people did you tell to fuck off tonight? Just out of interest."

"Bout 15." He mumbles and then laughs, "don't regret a single one of them though."

You surge forward and press against him. His lips are softer than expected and his movements are so slow, so tentative. You arch into him, greed driving your need to make up for the last few wasted months.

A loud bang erupts from outside of the glass windows, popping into a concoction of golds and reds and pinks, until the New York skyline is littered with individual fireworks displays.

"Happy New Year Rogers." You whisper against his lips, though it turns into a breathless whimper when he pulls your panties to the side. "You get on my nerves too by the way. Like a whole lot."

"Yeah yeah. Happy New Year."

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teenagedirt · 1 year

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BETRAYAL

Colby brock x female reader

A/n: this is not a happy story! I legit cried making this. This takes space at the trap house so sam,corey,and jake live with colby (and you in this) but colby and you are 26.

Summary: you find out that maybe you're entire relationship is a lie.

Your pov

I come home from a hard day at work, everywhere on my body hurts and I'm emotionally drained. All I want is to cuddle up to colby and go sleep in his arms.

I walk upstairs and towards his room, I find him asleep in bed, I check the time. "One fifty-five Am" I whisper to myself. I set my things down quietly, making sure not to wake him.

I brush my hair out and put on one of his shirts and a pair of his basketball shorts. I climb into bed next to him.

He stirs in his sleep, "hey" he says groggy, his voice raspy and deep from sleep. I smile at him.

"Hi" I say snuggling up to him. He sighs, and sits up.

"Whats wrong baby?" I ask

"We need to uhm talk" he says and clicks the lamp next to his bed on.

My mind starts to race. About what? Did I do something wrong?

"I don't think we're going to work out y/n" he says rubbing his face. I'm in shock, this is a conversation I never thought I would be having.

"What? We have been together for the last eight years. Since we were eighteen colby, what do you mean" I blurt out, my voice wavering as tears flow down my face.

He sighs and sits there, not saying anything. "Colby. Why are you doing this? Tell me the truth." I choke out.

His face displays anger, "Fine you want the fucking truth?"He pauses "I never loved you"

His words cut deeper than any knife could. The world seems to stop for a minute. How could this be true? When we met we were both two kids trying to make it in LA. I sit there looking deep into his eyes, what does he mean he never loved me?

"Okay" I say and drag myself out of what used to be our bed and grab my backpack and shove my shit in it. I change out of his clothes, and put my own on. I shove my aching feet into my shoes and tie them tightly.

"Where are you going" he asks sounding defensive.

"YOU DONT FUCKING LOVE ME! YOU NEVER DID! YOU ADMITTED IT! I'M NOT GOING TO SHARE A BED WITH A MAN I LOVE SO DEEPLY WHO HAS NEVER LOVED ME. SO FUCK OF" I yell, I hear approaching footsteps, I recognize them as sam. He opens the door in a hurry.

"Colby what the fuck did you do" he asks his voice sounding desperate.

"He doesn't love me sam. He never has." I say and fall to my knees crying.

Sam glares at colby. "I'm leaving sam" I say and slowly pick myself off the floor and grab my bag.

"Where would you go" he asks.

"I don't know, I just can't stay here" I say and he hugs me tightly and tells me to be safe.

I walk out of the door, still sobbing. These past eight years have been a lie. I've never meant anything to colby. Never have never will. God what a shitty betrayal.

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Well now I'm crying. Anyway, how did I do?

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colbybrock #x reader #fanfic #stories

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nescaveckwriter · 2 months

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Stethoscopes and Triangles - Chapter Four ❤️

A/N: Urghhh 😱 y'all this is just sad, for Amy, frustrating for Sam and heartbreaking for us! But I hope y'all enjoy this, 💕 and oh yeah guess who we meet in this, yep, that amazing green eyed man😋 so sit back and enjoy. 💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, cheating, punching, mentions of blood, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Ruby Jones, Paul Summers, Ada Brown, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2552 😅

Chapter Four 🤩

Rolling over, searching for the large man, opening her eyes slightly, "Sam?" Glaring at the alarm clock 2 in the morning, removing the covers and slipping on her slippers, her eyes still puffy, from the sleep. Walking in too the living room with its open plan kitchen, she finds him slumped over in the chair, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his head resting on his right arm, his hair hanging over his handsome face. Lightly touching his shoulder, her voice calming and sweet, "babe, my love, wake up, go get some proper sleep in our bed please"

He arouses a little, lifting his head with difficulty showing the stiffness in his neck, "Amy? What time is it?"

"It's 2 in the morning, come get up" she tugs at his arm, and he just follows her, too tired to fight with her, letting her know, that he's not nearly done reading and going through the paperwork. He just stumbles on the bed, work clothes and all, spayed out, on the bed, his voice croaky from the sleep. "I love you Amy" a sweet smile lining across her lips, "you too babe" The light snores coming from him, let's her know, he's fast asleep, and she ain't getting a inch of help to remove his working clothes. Slowly removing his tie, while placing a soft kiss, on his cheek, "sweet dreams babe" She whispers, removing his shoes, and socks, covering him up with the blanket. As she curls up next too him, thinking about how he looked after her, these last few weeks, her fingers lingering across the now healed scar on her neck. But she worries about him, its almost as if his carrying around this burden but she can't quite figure out what it is, and its been coming for some time now, he works so much, and the hours are getting longer, or maybe she's just imagining things, because usually she's at work also working long hours, maybe she just never noticed it before. With those thoughts running around in her mind, she falls asleep.

She gets woken up by the shift on the bed, glancing at his side, he runs his hand over his face, her voice sweet "morning babe" he's head cocks to her side, he sounds tired "morning sweetie" he gets up walking towards the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready to head into the office" sitting half upright now, "enjoy your shower love, what do you want for breakfast?"

He doesn't even look her way, he just walks in, closing the door behind him, and letting her know, that he'll get something on the way, no need for any trouble. Finding it a little odd, but kind off writing it off due to the fact that he's tired, she gets up, to make some coffee. As she waits for the coffee machine, Sam's phone vibrates on the table. She strides closer, thinking maybe its important or the battery is about to die.

It's a message from a Ruby Jones, : Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off...

She just glares at the phone, she can't read what the message said further his phone is locked, but she can't help but too think that's why he's been acting so distant, so different, his having an affair, cheating on her? Her hands are shaking, her chest feels like it going to explode, "how... Why... Is he really cheating?" She mumbles underneath her breath. The tears burning behind her eyes, she places his phone down, her eyes get caught on his suit jacket that's draped over the kitchen chair, she looks a little closer there's a makeup smudge on his collar, she picks it up to take a closer look, then the smell of another women's perfume hits her nostrils, her lower lip trembling as emotions of anger and sadness swirl around in her chest, swallowing down the tears, as she throws the jacket over the chair, pouring some coffee in her cup. Hearing Sam walking towards the kitchen, barely looking at her he throws in the files in his suitcase, taking his phone and walks towards the door, he turns around, "Have a good first day at work Amy, I need to head into work, love you" and heads right back out of there apartment door. She's left standing there shock on her face, knowing that she's right, that man she loves so dearly is cheating on her.

Still left standing there, too shocked too move a muscle, the door flung open, Sam's voice bring her out of her haze, "forgot my car keys" she glares at him, confusion prominent between his eyebrows, "did I do something wrong"

Walking closer towards him, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face "Am I not enough"

"What are you talking about Amy?"

"If you don't love me anymore give it too me straight, you don't go behind my damn back, and get another woman"

Surprised Sam looks at her like she's crazy "What the hell Amy? What is the matter with you?"

Her jaw clenches, "the Ruby chick with her messages, the make up and perfume on your clothes, you barely look at me, you work later than normal, wanna tell me I'm crazy, please go ahead"

Starting to get irritated with her accusing him of something so far from the truth, he turns towards the door, giving her one last glance as he shouts "if you think I'm capable of doing something so damn outrageous, I don't even know what I'm doing in this relationship anymore, goodbye Amy" walking out and smashing the door closed behind him.

Sliding down the kitchen cabinet, sobbing frantically, shaking her head, never in her entire life would she had thought that Sam would cheat, that Sam would be just like her father. She was always so determined to not end up like her poor mother, scattered and broken through a damn affair, but yet here she is.

As Sam speeds to work, his thoughts can't help but to race to the sight his just seen, the look of betrayal of sadness of anger on her delicate face, her ocean blue eyes, was filled with despair, making them appear darker than they are. "Dammit" he cusses underneath his breath.

Shaking his head, if only she knew the reason he can't look her in the eyes, the reason his been working such long hours, its not because he's a cheat, no! He's building a case, a case where it looks like Paul Summers her father is involved in. Recalling the witness that came forth, a older lady in her late forties, scared too death, she was bawling her eyes out so he pulled her into a hug, it can't be easy losing your only child. He recalls the message Amy was talking about, unlocking his phone reading the message, Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off you.

He asked Ruby too book a special place for Amy's birthday coming up, he wanted too treat her, knowing he has been distant. But all that has gone too hell now. Thinking he should probably call her, and try too explain, but knowing her, he needs too let her cool down first, he knows the impact her father's cheating had on her, she was so reluctant, going out with him in the first place, and now she thinks that he loves another woman. "There's only one woman for me dammit" he cusses to himself, as he pulled into the parking.

Walking through the hospital doors, first time in a couple of weeks, she felt so happy too be able to go too work this morning, doing what she loves, and now... now she feels, weak, sad and broken. Walking straight to the ER. she just wants too forget about everything and drown herself in her patients problems, she's caught off guard, by the 'Welcome Back' banner hanging, a few balloons, and some nurses and doctors, welcoming her with smiles, and nods. Ada comes too give her a welcome back hug, as her best friend's arms snakes around her, she can feel the tears damming behind her eyes, she squints in order, to hide them, too push them back.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad your back, and okay, you gave me a good scare, there for a minute"

Amy forces a giggle "Thank you, Ada, and everyone, for everything, but I'm back now, let's get too work okay, we've got lives to save."

Knowing her best friend, better than she knows herself, she agrees with Amy, and gives everyone orders, where to go, which patients to see, and what to do. She won't pry, but she knows, that something aren't right, she'll just wait till she comes and talks too her.

It was a slow day, nothing too serious, just the usual GSW'S and minor injuries. But it was mid shift that, the ER. had multiple injured people entering through the doors, a Navy helicopter full off injured seals, with severe injuries, is about to land.

It was literal chaos, but Amy felt right at home, in fact it's when she felt most alive. Ada said she should check out the man, in trauma bay 2, and she went right in, expecting, no actually hoping it was something challenging. As she took some gloves, she witnessed a man, about mid thirties maybe early forties, something about him seemed familiar, but he sat on the hospital bed, cargo pants and a grey vest exposed his muscular arms, the open gash on his arm, blood seeping through and the right side of his face, there was an open deep wound, blood gushing from it. She walked closer, introducing herself. "I'm Dr. Summers, how are you feeling"

He flinches, his green eyes piercing through hers, "I feel fine, can I go now"

Shocked by his answer "No! I need to check you out first"

His picture perfect jawline hardens, "then do it already dammit"

She just smiles and assures him, she'll do her best and she starts to stitch up the wound to his face and proceeds to the one on his arms, he doesn't say much, he's pretty restless, and every now and again she need too tell him to sit still, as she finished with the stitching. He got up, towering over her, about too leave but he didn't get far as she kindly told him "Please sit down, we still need to run some tests"

He looks at her, like she just spoke another language, as he spoke in a rough voice "No! I need to check on my brothers."

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she got irritated by his demeanor, her voice stern "I said sit your ass down now, I'm not done with you" she steadily pushed him back towards the bed, careful not too hurt him, but stern enough to let him know, she's serious.

He just threw his hands in the air, letting her know, his sort off surrendering, thinking too himself, damn this doctor is hot, any other day, and he would've asked for her number, but not today, his too worried about his team.

"I'm going to order your labs, and see a few other patients, if I come back here and see your not here, I'll get security and let them handcuff you the bed, understood" she warns

He just smirks as he's amused by this woman, who's ordering him around as if his her two year old, not happy he folds his arms, mouthing "yes mother".

She can't help but too smile a little at the stubbornness of her patient. She proceeds further too attend to some off the other patients.

Sam sits at his desk, going over all the evidence, his gather over these few weeks, his got a solid case, a slam dunk so too say, usually he'd be so happy, but not today, if he wins this case not only will a very bad, dangerous man be off the streets, but he might loose Amy in the process. He is going to make sure her father is behind bars, by the end of this week. Lifelong if the jury votes in his favor.

As he sips on the cold bitter brown liquid, he hears chatter outside his door, before he could get up, he's door flung open, hearing Ruby shout, "Sir you can't go in yet" the older man just walks through, his voice loud "He'll see me"

Sam is shocked when he sees its Paul Summers, calmly he tells Ruby "You can go, thanks, close the door behind you"

She just nods and closes the door. The older man's voice angry, a warning tone "what do you think your doing Sam?"

Calmly getting up, striding closer to Amy's father "Good afternoon, Mr Summers, something I can help you with?"

"What do you think your doing, this is going to not only ruin me, but Amy, do you not cares what happens to her, by falsely accusing me"

Sam smirks, "Falsely, I don't think so, I have multiple evidence and witnesses, that can bring you down."

"Ha! We'll see about that, now won't we?" he has a devilish smile on his face. "I'm not the bad guy here, you are Samuel!"

Pointing his finger to door, "I think you better leave Paul"

"What, like Amy is going too leave you" he provokes the young man.

"This isn't about Amy, this is about you, you are a Crime Boss, ordering your people to execute your demands , smuggling weapons, drugs and people over the border, even human trafficking, how can you, you have a daughter, how do you live with yourself."

He laughs, "It's only business, and that money is what gave my daughter the ability to be a doctor, I am the reason she is who she is today"

Sam can't take this man's audacity anymore, he starts raising his voice "No! Paul, your not worthy off the name father, Amy, put herself through college, she worked hard to get where she is today, and the only thing she got from you, is a damn voice of you in her head, claiming she is still not enough.!"

The man's jaw tightens and his fist clenches, without thinking it through, he throws a punch, towards Sam's face, grinning as he watches the blood dripping from his now broken nose. "Don't you ever tell me I weren't a good father" as he turns around to head towards the door, he watches Sam take the back of his hand, to wipe off the red , sticky liquid, off his upper lip. "By the way Sammy boy, I bet you my case will get thrown out" he walks out leaving Sam standing there balling his fist's as he wants to punch that stupid grin off the old man's face, knowing he can't it will jeopardize his case, he will just have to wait to get him in court. But the most important thing he can do now, is make sure the witnesses is save, because something tells him, that warning weren't just for show, no! he is planning something, something big!

#Spotify #stethoscopesandtriangles #nescveckwriter #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #dean winchester imagine #benny lafitte #castiel spn

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Was on tik tok watching cobra kai edits and like I saw a video that made me start questioning things....

Any thoughts on poly! Sam/Reader/Hawk?

Aside from asking what tiktok edits you were watching?

🤔🤔

Hawk and Sam's enemies to lovers energy is palpable and perfect for a poly relationship with Reader 😩

Maybe Reader isn't involved in karate but supports her friends' interest in it. She leans more on the Miyagi-Do side of the "war" but doesn't get in the middle of anything. She and Sam hangout to get away from all the drama, they have girls' days with Moon and Yasmine to destress.

Meanwhile, Hawk watches her from afar. They talk from time to time and he makes her laugh. They share a few classes, but don't really hang out outside of school. He wants to ask her out, bjt everytime he's about to do just that, Sam intervenes.

She sees the way Hawk looks at her friends sees the way he smiles at her, hears the way she laughs at his stupid jokes. Sam knows he wants to ask her out and pulls her away everytime she thinks he's going to make a move. She calls Reader away and they go about their day, giggling and having their fun.

Sam has the biggest crush on her friend, but doesn't know how to go about it. However, she knows that if she wants to date her, she has to make it soon. She knows Hawk is close to do the same.

However, when Sam asks out Reader, she gets rejected.

"I'm just not in the right spot to be dating right now... I hope that makes sense. I don't want this to ruin our friendship," Reader tells her and Sam understands.

They hug it out and carry on, but Sam still thinks about it. She doesn't realize Reader thinks about it too.

She doesn't know Reader thinks about Sam and Hawk, and how much she'd like to date both of them. But with them being on opposing sides, she thinks it's not possible, so chooses neither of them.

Life goes on and sooner rather than later, Hawk is one of the good guys. He joins Miyagi-Do and makes amends with the people he hurt. His past is all but erased and he's even becoming friends with Sam.

He joins the Miyagi-Dos for outings and Reader is there. She feels better seeing Hawk and Sam on the same side now, not even thinking about the potential of either of them being her partner. She's just happy she doesn't have to split her time or attention between them, happy Sam isn't pulling her away to keep her from Hawk, happy that they can just be friends.

But sometimes she lets little affections slip. She'll rest her head on Hawk's shoulder while watching a movie or hold Sam's hand as they walk through the mall. Her hugs last longer. She'll sit on Hawk's lap or come up behind Sam and hold her, resting her chin on the girl's head/shoulder.

They're at the mall one day when Reader sees a pretty dress in one of the shop windows. She gets so excited over it and Sam joins her to go take a closer look at it. They break away from the group and promise to meet up with them at the food court, Hawk kind of trails behind them and goes into the store with them. It's harmless fun and splits the group up almost evenly.

Hawk stands around awkwardly in the middle of the dresses. Sam teases him and tells him he didn't have to tag along, which makes him blush and scuff his shoe on the floor a bit.

"Whatever, I wasn't gonna let you two walk around her on your own," he scoffs.

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," she says.

"I know that..."

Reader interrupts their little back and forth by pulling out the dress. "It looks so pretty! Oh, Sam, will you help me tie it up? I wanna try it on before I commit."

Sam smiles at her and nods. "Of course. Let's go try it on right now."

They giggle as they speed their way over the the dressing rooms. Once inside, Reader strips and pulls the dress on, but it's a little snug on her chest and belly. It gets worse when Sam tries tying the ribbons on the back.

"Do you think they have a bigger size?"

"This is the biggest one they had..."

Sam helps her out of the dress and Reader is sad. Just as she's about to slip her regular clothes back on, there's a knock on the door.

"Uh, hey, Reader, I talked to clerk and they had your size in the back... if you wanna try it on..."

Sam smiles teasingly as she looks ar Reader's flustered expression. "Are you spying on us now, Hawk?"

"No... I just overheard what Reader was saying about the dress..."

Sam opens the door and looks at him, seeing his blushing cheeks. "I'm just messing with you." She sees that he has the dress in hand and holds her hand out for it. He passes it to her and she disappears behind the door.

He waits a few minutes and then hears the door click. He looks over and Sam pops her head out.

"Reader wants to show you the dress," she says, then rolls her eyes playfully. She ducks back into the dressing room and Hawk is left to follow her.

He closes the door behind him just to keep Reader's privacy intact, but once he looks up, he's starstruck. Reader looks so pretty in the dress. It's flown, but not to much, stopping just above her knees. It hugs her chest just right and accentuates her breasts, not showing off too much. She looks stunning.

"Wow."

Reader nervously giggles under his gaze and looks at Sam. "That means I should get it, right?"

"Oh yeah," Sam laughed. She looks at Hawk with a teasing gleam in her eye. "I'm surprised he hasn't started drooling."

Hawk glares at her, but it's not serious. Their friendship is just banter back and forth, hardly even anything more than playful.

Though, to Sam, its a little more than just banter. It's a shield. Her light teasing of Hawk has only increased in frequency sin r her feelings for him grew, though she'd be hard pressed to even admit she liked him as more than a friend. She'd rather jump off a cliff into the ocean than tell anyone she has a crush on Hawk.

And besides, her heart belongs to Reader.

She hasn't gotten over her, but her feelings for Hawk sprouted out of nowhere.

And seeing him act like a blushing little mess all because of a dress was making her heart hammer away in her chest.

Reader looks at herself in the mirror with a smile, then does a little twirl. The dressing room isn't very big and she spins herself right into Hawk, who catches her with a laugh.

"Careful there," he tells her, making sure she's steady on her feet. But he doesn't let go, keeping his hands on her waist as she giggles.

Then she turns away and smiles at Sam. "Okay, yeah, I think I'll get this one. It's super fun."

Sam is the one blushing now, having realized the two people she has a crush on look super cute together. She nods and looks away to hide her rosy cheeks, but Hawk sees the tint of color before she's able to really hide it.

He smirks at her and she glares, then he turns around. "I'll let you get changed."

Then he's walking out the door and making sure it's closed before he steps away. Though he left with a cool attitude his mind in in a whirl. What was that? Why was Sam blushing? And why is his heart thumping so hard over it?

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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Say hello to my feline friend

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You're invited to Luca's school to sit in on an afternoon with his class and other parents. When Luca is going over for dinner with Junior and his parents, you take the opportunity to have dinner again with Bucky. This time you're finally able to meet his beloved feline friend, Alpine.

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

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | AU Masterlist

''Mom, are you ready? I don't want to be late!'' Luca says as he grabs his backpack from the counter.

''I'm coming, Bubba; hold on. Just need to put on my other shoe,'' you tell him, but for some reason, it seems like an impossible feat right now.

When you finally manage, you tie your laces quickly and go to the car; Luca is already waiting. ''Alright, climb in and get ready so we will still be on time,'' you tell him, and he does while you drive to Luca's school.

Parents are allowed to sit in with Bucky's class today, and you happily agreed; you can't help but take every chance you get to see Bucky in his element.

This morning he had a doctor's appointment, so he had to miss school, but since he's pretty far ahead, that isn't too much of an issue. When you arrive at the parking lot, you find a spot close to school, and when you're parked, Luca swings the door open and runs to the playground so he can still play before the afternoon lessons start.

Usually, Bucky has lunch alone in his classroom, so you go in and see if that's the case today too, and much to your delight, he is.

You knock on the door, and he immediately gets a huge smile when he looks over.

''Hi, doll; I missed you this morning. Didn't have your smile to brighten up my morning,'' he says before walking over and pulling you in for a small kiss.

''How was his appointment? Is everything okay?'' Bucky asks as he sits back down to finish the rest of his sandwich.

''It was good, nothing to worry about, luckily. He had been having some trouble breathing, and we were worried he might be asthmatic, but for now, everything seems okay,'' you explain.

You sit on a stool next to his desk, peeking over to his lesson plan for the afternoon.

''Hey, no peeking!'' he says while jokingly poking your cheek, and you try to playfully bite him, not aware Natasha is walking into the classroom behind you.

She clears her throat, and you jump so high from the scare that you almost fall off the stool, but Bucky manages to grab you before you do.

''Barnes, I need to have a word with you. Alone,'' she says in a pointed tone, and you take it as your cue to leave, seeing what Luca is up to outside.

''Mommy!'' Luca yells as he runs up to you and into your arms.

''Hi Bubba, are you having fun playing?'' you ask as you kiss his cheek before putting him down.

''Yeah, but can I play with Junior after school? Mr. Wilson said it was okay if I stay for dinner too,'' he says, and you look over to Sam, who gives you a confirming nod.

''Alright, but you can't sleep over tonight. I will pick you up after dinner, okay?'' you tell him, and he nods, immediately running back to Junior and Sam.

Meanwhile, a totally different conversation is going on in Bucky's classroom.

Natasha pretty much slammed the door to Bucky's classroom shut before stomping over to his desk, her jaw clenched tightly as she stared into his eyes with a pointed look.

''What the fuck do you think you're doing, Barnes? You know damn well how we feel about teachers dating parents!'' she hisses at him, but he doesn't seem phased by her at all.

''As long as I don't bring my dating life here, it's none of your business who I am seeing. And besides, since when do you care? It's not like I said anything when you saw one of the parents at this school a few years ago,'' he shot back, and with that, Natasha walked away angrily, knowing full well he was right.

''Just don't let other parents know; I don't want any of them getting any ideas,'' she said before storming out of the classroom and into her office again.

Not long after, it is time for class, and all the parents and kids come in, and Luca practically pulls you towards his desk so you can sit next to him.

The afternoon flew by in an instant; they did some math. They had some silent reading time, and the afternoon was finished with making crafts that the kids and parents could participate in.

''I want to make something for Anna as a thank you,'' Luca tells you, and you nod. ''That's really sweet of you. Is there anything you have in mind?'' you ask him, and he nods, wanting to make a drawing of the three of you together.

When he's done, Bucky looks at everyone's creations. ''Mr. Barnes, look! I drew my mom, myself, and Anna!'' he tells him, and Bucky nods appreciatively.

''Wow, you did a great job, Luca! I can't wait to hear what she thinks when you show her,'' he says with a small smile before moving on.

When the school day ends, Sam is back to pick up Junior and Luca this time.

''Hi Sam, how are you and Joy?'' you ask, and he tells you it's going well and that they're actually trying for baby number 3.

''Oh wow, I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you both!'' you tell him, and that's when you spot Luca again at the playground, waving him back to you.

You crouch in front of Luca to say goodbye to him. ''I'm going to miss you, but I also know you will be on your absolute best behavior for Mr. and Mrs. Wilson tonight, right?'' you ask, and he nods.

''Of course, Mommy. And I'll miss you too,'' he says before holding onto your neck and giving you the biggest hug possible.

''I believe the three of you have to go now!'' you tell him, and after one more kiss on his cheek, you let him go.

''I'll see you tonight, Y/N,'' Sam says, and Luca waves again before running to the car with Junior.

Just when you were about to leave, you realized you had left your bag in Bucky's classroom by accident, so you went back; that way, you could also say goodbye to Bucky.

''I'm sorry to bother you, but I forgot my backpack,'' you tell him, and he looks up, giving you a small smile.

''Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight? I have an extraordinary someone I'd like you to meet,'' he says, and your heart immediately sinks to the floor.

''I, uh-'' is all you get out right now.

''Don't worry, no one else besides you, except little Alpine, is all. I want you to meet my cat,'' he says, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he realizes how he came across just now.

''I'd love to,'' you say, and you head home to get ready for dinner; he already texted you his address, so you know where to go.

When you arrive at Bucky's house, you ring the doorbell, and it doesn't take long for him to open the door with a white ball of fluff casually lying in his arms.

''Hi,'' he says as he leans in for a kiss, and you kiss him back immediately.

''Hey, to both of you. So, this is little Miss Alpine, huh?'' you say as you let her sniff your hand. When she butts her head against your hand and starts purring, you immediately scratch her between her ears.

''I knew she would love you,'' Bucky says with a big smile, and he invites you in, so you can have dinner together without any interruptions.

When you are cuddling on the couch, Alpine comes over and starts making biscuits on your leg, making you laugh.

''Like I said, she absolutely loves you,'' he says, and he almost adds, just like me, but he knew that would be too soon since the two of you aren't official yet.

#alternate universe #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

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babybluebanshee · 2 months

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Stuff I've Had to Deal With as a City Librarian - Plus Ultra Edition

Been a while, huh? Have some public library nonsense!

TW for racism and bodily fluids.

Julie found a half-used tube of toothpaste in the computer lab. Just chilling by one of the computers.

Lori had to fish a pair of shitty underwear out of a toilet in the men's room.

We'd been trying to convince the children's librarian to stop using liquid glue for her various kids' craft projects or on the craft table. Two incidents finally lead to her doing this. First a lady put her purse on the craft table to tie her shoe. She set it directly in an enormous puddle of glue a kid had left behind. Then second was a kid getting glue on the bottom of his shoe after story time and tracking it everywhere. She's since switched to glue sticks and everyone is much happier.

When people lose books, they have to pay for them, and if they find the books, they can either bring them back to us (and get a refund if they bring them within a year) or keep them. A lady came in and said she lost some books and was ready for them. I check her card so I can see what she has and write them up, and she, totally unprompted says, "Yeah, I know where they are, they're just massively overdue and buying them outright would be cheaper than paying the fines." I told her she couldn't do that; if she still has the items and they aren't damaged, we would like to have our materials back so we don't have to spend any money getting replacements. She replies, "But why can't I just buy them?" It took every ounce of resistance in my body to tell her that we're not a bookstore, she has to bring the goddamn things back, that's how libraries work.

We caught a guy shaving in the lab. He didn't seem to find this strange at all, and when we asked why he didn't just go in the bathroom, he replied he didn't know he could do it there. And your first thought was not to ask, but to do it in our computer lab?!

One of my coworkers checked the cafe and found a guy sleeping. The city has been riding us not to let people do that, but we generally just kind of shake them a little, remind them they can't sleep there, then let them immediately go back to sleep when we walk away. We generally don't care. But when my coworker tried to stir this guy, he didn't move. Shook him by the shoulder. Nothing. Nearly shouted. Nary a stir. The way the dude is sitting makes it hard to see if he's breathing, so she starts to get concerned. She goes back to the desk and tells Julie what's going on; Julie tries to rouse him, doesn't succeed. They ended up having to call the police for a wellness check, because they were genuinely starting to get concerned for the guy's safety. The cop finally managed to wake him up, and it turns out the dude was fine. He's apparently just a very heavy sleeper.

We had a bad ice storm one day, so the library didn't open. Rachel checked the messages the next day when we reopened, and a woman called three times in a row to ask why we weren't open, she tried the doors and they didn't work, we're supposed to be open, why aren't we open, all with increasing frantic tone. In one call you could hear her yanking on the doors.

A patron parked outside called us and said that there was a woman in the parking lot writing down people's license plate numbers. Travis had to call the police (protocol for "suspicious behavior"). Turns out the police are well aware of this woman's antics all around town, to the point where it's a city effort to get her some help with what is clearly unchecked mental illness. A week later, the same woman got in trouble in the Walmart parking lot, doing the same nonsense, and calling the woman who caught her a human trafficker.

Someone opened and ate a can of chicken in the men's bathroom, though they couldn't have eaten much because most of it seemed to be on the floor. Poor Becky and Sam had to clean it up. The smell alone was horrible.

A man couldn't get into his gmail account, so I went over to help him. It turned out he had two-factor authentication set up, so it was trying to send a code to his phone. He refused to confirm his phone number because "I don't want these people tracking me". I had to fight the urge to laugh in his face, because he simply would not accept that he had to do that in order to get into his gmail, and the absolute irony of not wanting to be tracked while using motherfucking Google's email service.

A girl and her grandmother came in, and the girl forgot her library card. Grandma was fully prepared to check out the book she wanted...until she saw it was a book about Ted Bundy. She proceeded to go on a hellfire and brimstone rant about how the book was Satanic and she shouldn't have even touched it. She kept looking to my poor coworker for support her, and you could just tell that my coworker wanted to just fade away into the chair she was sitting in.

One night, I found an abandoned pair of shorts in the men's bathroom. Julie found a pair of sunglasses in the cafe, and Macey found a travel coffee mug (coffee still in it) in one of the study rooms. Tit's out kind of outfit.

A guy ate absolute shit on his motorized scooter on the sidewalk outside the library. Donna had to call 911, but the guy refused to go to the hospital because he couldn't afford it, no matter how worried the EMTs were about the bleeding gash on his forehead or the possibility of a concussion. Hope he'll be alright. And that's why we always wear our helmets, kids.

A woman came in at 8:47 (we close at 9) and had Rachel make 89 copies of her handwritten conspiracy theory journal. The lady had called in advance to check when we closed, and still came in that close to closing with her bullshit, and tried to stay after they were finished. Luckily, she was chased out.

Donna, Julie, and Rachel were leaving for the evening, and someone pulled up, opened their car door, yelled the n-word, and drove off. All three of those women are white as the driven snow.

The city sets up a ceramic Christmas village display in our rotunda area every year, and this year, Lori decided to have fun with it. She put a little plastic alien and dragon somewhere in the village, and anyone who found them got a sticker. Obviously, kids were really into it, but the adults were even more so. You've never seen so many people over forty excitedly looking for little plastic toys before.

A absolutely gorgeous woman in the most beautiful African dress came in and asked to use a computer. When I told her how to log on, she said "Thank you, my love." and floated off. Her perfume made me feel a way.

#daily life with blue #woe to the librarian

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pickinglilahs · 4 months

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Blackeclipse for the soul

Part 27; Part 28; Part 29; Part 30

The trio awoke to Siri flinging open their curtains and diving on top of them.

After much flailing, yelling, and cursing, they managed to shove Sirius off the bed and into Kingsley's waiting arms. Exasperated, the taller boy rightened his Soulmate and wrapped his arms around him before the hyperactive puppy could dive onto the bed again.

"You need to put a leash on him," Came the grouchy, sleep-hoarse voice of his brother.

Remus groaned, "He'd like it too much."

Kingsley chuckled and Sirius pouted.

As the three boys climbed out of bed, Sirius relayed, "Peter and Benji aren't going to be with us on Operation: New Wardrobe. I guess Benji is going through some stuff right now, but Peter said they still plan on helping with Operation: Fuck with Snivillus."

"Is Benji okay?" Remus paused in the bathroom doorway.

"Yeah, he's covering prefect duties for Sam, and I think his mum is sick... Or maybe it's his grandma?" Kingsley was still standing behind Sirius, arms around the smaller boy. He was gazing off distractedly, trying to remember what Benji had told him the other day.

"Are they okay?" Regulus was sitting on Remus' trunk, tying his shoes.

Sirius pulled away from Kingsley to help James with his tie, then tied his shoes for him, while answering. "Donno. Don't think he had much information last we talked. Think he's just stressing about it right now since he doesn't know."

James was sitting on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, looking lost. Sirius stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet and leading him towards the open bathroom door.

Regulus, who was now standing at the sink brushing his teeth, paused long enough to grab James' toothbrush and hand it to him. Sirius left James there and strode back out to gather James' books for the day. Remus pocketed his own wand before scooping up James' and taking the bag Sirius had packed.

Kingsley watched on in fascination as the three effortlessly accommodated for James' zombie-like movements. This clearly wasn't the first time it had happened, which shocked Kingsley just as much. He had never seen the boy anything less than hyperactive and smiling. It was almost comforting to know the boy really was human.

After a few more minutes, the group made their way down to breakfast. Regulus had taken James' bag from Remus, knowing that, even with the effects of the SoulBond, Remus' shoulders would hate him later for carrying the extra weight.

With Regulus holding James' marked hand and Remus wrapping himself around James, the boy was a bit more present by the time breakfast was over. He managed to carry his own bag to class and got his notes out without prompting.

While Remus hated seeing James like this, it was definitely preferable to James' previous habit of forcing himself to act okay. At least this way he was letting them help.

~~~

By the end of the day, James was still wading through molasses, but he was there. Regulus had snagged food from the kitchens and met up with Remus and James in the dorm right after class. Sirius and Kingsley joined them soon after, picnicking on the floor with the other three.

Regulus had managed to send a note to Kreacher that morning but had yet to hear back from the elf. No one really expected the heist to happen that night, but they sat around doing homework while James napped on the bed.

Around ten, they packed away their things (Padfoot having already joined James on the bed) and pulled on their pajamas. Regulus tried to kick Padfoot out of their bed, but the dog just growled at him. Which led Regulus to shift into Beans and growl back. Padfoot, not deterred in the slightest, barked at his brother and growled again.

Remus and Kingsley decided it was time to intervene.

Crawling onto the bed, Remus placed himself between the two, and Kingsley grabbed Padfoot by the scruff. The brothers shifted back, glaring at each other as they were manhandled into lying down.

Before they could start arguing, Kingsley and Remus closed the curtains on their respective beds.

"Kinzie really needs to put a leash on that dog."

Remus snorted and James managed a smile.

"Sleep, Cariad." Remus laid down, half on top of James, and reached a hand out for Regulus to cuddle up.

Grumbling, Regulus slid over, kissing both boys on the head before putting his own on James' free shoulder.

~~~

All five boys jerked awake at the loud 'crack' that echoed through the room. Flinging the curtains open, they found a nervous Kreacher in the middle of the room, fidgeting and fretting.

"Kreacher?" Regulus glanced at Remus' tempus.

2:36 am

"M-Master Regulus wanted Kreacher to come get him when Mistress was out. But Master Regulus needs Master Orion to free Kreacher. So Kreacher had to put Mistress to-to s-sleep."

All of the boys had their shoes on and wands in hand before Kreacher was done speaking.

"How long do we have?" Sirius was holding onto Kingsley, reaching for Kreacher's hand.

Kreacher seemed to shrug, but it was hard to tell with the way he was shaking. "Kreacher gave Mistress as much Sleeping Draught as he could, but Mistress would have known if Kreacher gave her too much."

Regulus' voice was soft as he took Kreacher's other hand, "We know. You did well Kreacher, but how long do we have?"

"Kreacher thinks the potion will last twenty minutes. But the wards Mistress put on Master Regulus' room may wake her first."

Regulus nodded. "That's more than enough time." He looked to the other boys. "James and Remus, you go with Siri to my room; Kingsley, you come with me to Papan's."

They all nodded at him and Kreacher pulled them away.

~~~

They landed in the library. James and Remus followed Sirius up the stairs while Kingsley followed Regulus and Kreacher down the hall.

Orion Black was a—barely—living skeleton. His skin was paper thin and hanging off his bones. Sunken eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, showing no sign that he had heard them enter the room. He could have been mistaken for dead, if not for the death rattle wracking his chest.

The sound cut into Regulus, as morbid curiosity pulled him toward the bed. Only when Regulus was right beside him, did Orion's eyes come into focus.

The next rattling exhale sounded like 'Sirius', and his hand twitched as if to reach for his son.

A sudden sob lodged itself in Regulus' throat as his own hand twitched towards his father's.

He had just taken hold of the brittle bones when a 'boom' echoed through the house.

One heart beat.

Two heart beats.

Then, a caterwauling charm screamed through the house.

~~~

The three Marauders made their way up the stairs silently. Single file, they made their way through the house to Regulus' room.

Remus took down the blasting curse and the two sensor charms. They carefully opened the door and James caught two more spells on their way to the wardrobe. The wardrobe itself was unguarded, which struck all three of them as odd. All three boys triple-checked before quietly easing the doors open.

The clothes themselves had been cursed.

Remus transfigured the desk chair into a chest and added an extension charm before James carefully levitated all of the clothes into it. While Remus added the shoes, Sirius carefully made his way over to the desk. He triple-checked the jewelry box before adding that as well.

When Sirius gave a satisfied nod, Remus carefully closed the chest, locked it, and shrunk it. Sirius picked it up and put it in his pocket and all three boys made their way to the door.

Before they could reach it, the door slammed shut. The walls rattled with the force and the boom echoed through the house as all three boys froze in place.

Sirius took a single step toward the door, which sent a caterwauling charm screaming. The trio covered their ears and looked at each other wide-eyed.

Wincing, Remus pulled one hand from his ear and raised his wand. After five endless seconds, the charm fell silent. All three boys held their breath as they listened for any other sounds in the house.

Either they had all gone deaf from the charm, or the Sleeping Draught had done its job. The trio continued to stand frozen. They had planned to meet back in the library, but none of the Marauders moved for fear of setting off another trap.

After an endless minute, Sirius opened his mouth. With barely a breath, he mouthed, "I think-"

Bang!

The door flung open, crashing against the wall.

And there stood Regulus, Kingsley, and Kreacher.

A different alarm went off this time, sounding like a loud, slightly lower-pitched teakettle whistle. James, Sirius, and Remus lunged for the others just as another door banged open down the hall.

Before Walburga could finish screaming a curse, Kreacher had them back in their dorm at Hogwarts.

@starchasersunseeker @poetrypirate @niad4827 @bradley-95147-blog @shyshadows430

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pinkcupboardwitch · 2 years

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Rome… And Me.

A playlist for when you love your husband, but also your husband’s boyfriend whose love language is murder, and he loves you.

(link)

I. Opening:

Earth - Hans Zimmer (instrumental)

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

It’s a small crime

And I’ve got no excuse

And is that all right?

Yeah.

II. Livia:

My Skin - Natalie Merchant

Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness

The sadness, the weakness

Don’t You Give Up On Me - Lissie

You are the moon, I feel your weight

You tug at the ocean, you help it change

And you keep on reminding me of a darkness only I can see

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Do you ever think of me and my two hands

And wonder why they never soothed your fevers

And wonder why they never tied your shoes

And wonder why they never held you gently

And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin

Just please don't say you love me,

Cause I might not say it back,

Doesn't mean my heart stops skipping

When you look at me like that

Devil’s Spoke - Laura Marling

But I am your keeper

And I hold your face away from light

Hotel Song - Regina Spektor

I have dreams of orca whales and owls

But I wake up in fear

You will never be my….

You will never be my fool

Darkness Descends - Laura Marling

Convinced that I am going mad

Oh, I bury my head into his hands

So sure that I'm losing faith

Fuel to Fire - Agnes Obel

All that I say to you

Is like fuel to fire

Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Love Be Brave - Laura Marling

Something strange takes over me

I am brave and love is sweet

And silence speaks for him and me

III. Marcus:

NFWMB - Hozier

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Call Me Lover - Sam Fender

You know I'll be down here waiting

I'll take you to see your man

When you are done, we'll go driving

Catch the coast in the evening light

I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping At Last

You'll be an architect,

So pull up your sleeves

And build a new silhouette

In the skylines up ahead.

I Found - Amber Run

I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want

And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would

Glory - Dermott Kennedy

A set of eyes had pinned him

Became his version of a kingdom

She’s everything the devil can’t be

When she’s singing to me, “Glory”

If There’s A Rocket Tie Me To It - Snow Patrol

A pulse, your pulse

It's the only thing I can remember

I break, you don't

I was always set to self-destruct though

Mausoleum - Rafferty

They took my guns and horse and swords for history

But they kindly left a photograph of you and me

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

I resolved to call her up

A thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me

Some old-fashioned way

Queen Bee - Johnny Flynn

But my breast is lit with flames to shun

The dying of the light

Oh blow the wind and come the rain and take my heart again

IV. Closing:

Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars

I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you

I don’t love you, but I always will

I always will.

For The Love Of A Princess - James Horner (Instrumental)

“Agrippa loves Rome...and me.” // “Always. Always.”

#domina sky #Livia Drusilla #marcus vipsanius agrippa #Livia/agrippa #one true triumvirate #pink creates

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chessieshire · 2 years

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I posted this short little ficlet to my Ao3.

Nightmare

Dean wakes up from a nightmare sitting up in a frantic. As he gathers his bearings he feels liquid running down his chin. He gets out of bed and walks over to the sink looking in the mirror noticing he bit his lip in his sleep. He cleans himself up and decides to wander out to the kitchen to make some coffee. As Dean is waiting for the coffee to brew he's seated at the table with his head in his hands.

Exhausted and trying to forget the images the nightmare had left behind. Castiel walks in having heard somebody moving around the kitchen and takes a seat across from Dean.

"Good morning, Dean." "Mmm..." Dean whines exhausted behind his hands. "Not so good of a morning to me." "Another nightmare?" Castiel asks. "Understatement." Dean responded.

The coffee beeps as it's finished brewing so Dean takes his hands away from his face and turns to get it when Castiel stops him for a moment placing his hand on his jaw. He slowly brushes his thumb along Dean's bottom lip healing it then silently takes his hand off him. Dean's eyes water and he looks down, "Thanks" as Castiel gives a little nod and he gets up to get 2 mugs out of the cupboard.

Dean adds milk and honey to Castiel's mug then sets it down in front of him. "Do you want to talk about it?" Castiel inquires. "No, I want to forget about it." Dean responds.

"Any plans for today? It's supposed to be really warm." Castiel asks as he changes the subject.

"I figured we could start working on setting up a garden in that area by the woods. Sammy's excited about the idea of having fresh produce and wants to help you maintain it. I figured you and I can pick out which flowers to plant. I also want to build you a garden shed to put your tools." Dean responds then sips his coffee. "That sounds lovely Dean. I'd like that."

Later by nightfall Dean gets out of the shower, dries off and changes into a plain black shirt and blue flannel pajamas. He stops by the library and bids Sam and Castiel goodnight. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep after all the work he's done for Castiel's garden.

Around 2am as Castiel is paging through an old book in the library he hears Dean praying in his sleep, "Cas, don't do this! Please don't leave me! I can't do this! Not again!" Castiel jumps up from his chair knocking it over and runs over to Dean's room.

As he opens the door and lays his eyes on Dean his heart breaks. Dean is huddled into the fetal position sobbing in his sleep. Castiel kneels down next to Dean's bed and places his hand on his temple. "Dean, wake up. You're having a nightmare." Dean stirs awake and opens his eyes to see Castiel looking concerned.

He lets out a sob and reaches for Castiel hugging him desperately. Castiel holds him tightly stroking the back of his head.

"Its okay Dean I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." After Dean stops trembling and begins to relax Castiel adds, "Perhaps you will sleep better if I lay down will you. Do you want me to?"

Dean nods and lets go of Castiel reluctantly so he can get more comfortable. Castiel sheds off his coat, jacket, tie, shoes, and pants so he's only wearing his white button down shirt and boxers. Dean holds up the end of the blankets so Castiel can crawl underneath. He lays on his back and opens his arms urging Dean to lay his head down on his chest. Dean does so gladly and Castiel strokes his back to soothe him.

"Thanks Cas." "You're welcome Dean." Dean drifts off to sleep peacefully with no more nightmares the rest of the night.

#deanwinchester #deancas #dean is bi #destiel headcanon #destiel is love #destiel is real #bi dean #dean winchester is in love with castiel #casdean #castiel

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lucianinsanity-only-art · 2 years

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They were kissing 😳

[ID: a watercolor illustration of Sam and Max. Sam is a brown anthropomorphic dog with black pupils. He wears a grey Bloodhound fedora, as well as a grey suit with a white dress shirt, meant to mimic a typical noir detective outfit. He wears a comically large neck tie with black and blue stripes, he is not wearing shoes. Max is a white anthropomorphic rabbit-like lagomorph. He has a sharp-toothed grin, big feet and long ears that always stay upright, as well as a pair of black eyes. He doesn't wear clothes. Sam is holding Max in his lap, both of them are smiling at each other. Max has blood smeared all over his hands, part of his chest, mouth and teeth and in his feet. Sam has a little bit of blood in his hands and in his lips. End ID]

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #sam and max freelance husbands #sam and max fanart #freelance husbands #luci an's art #fanart #image described #image description

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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This reminds me of "Ride with me" and I'm wondering who's between Jax, Steve, Andy, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Loki, Thor etc...will cook with only an apron on him?

Jax - will cook wearing nothing but a cigarette between his lips and his boxers. He doesn't care if someone else but you walks in on him as he tries to make breakfast for you.

Steve - Stevie will wear jeans and a white t-shirt. If it's hot, he'll wear a wifebeater. He's a decent guy and won't do anything dirty inside the kitchen...at least when it comes to cooking. *eating you out on the kitchen counter is a different story...*

Andy - he's the domestic dream, wearing sweatpants, no shoes or socks, and a shirt saying *your favorite daddy* - but no apron...

Sam Winchester -With his big brother around, he dares not to wear only an apron. He goes for jeans and too many layers of flannel for your liking...

Dean Winchester - wears nothing but a cocky smirk and an apron saying 'kiss the cock' *yes you read right.* Dean goes all in. If he cooks, he wants to give you the full package. Tasty food and an even tastier cock...

Castiel - will wear his trenchcoat and tie. You often laugh about his serious expression while making food. *he makes the best sandwhiches by the way*

Loki - wears his favorite leather outfit, looking like a conqueror ready to take over your kitchen. His outfit includes his favorite daggers. He'll use them to cut veggies. *even though, you asked him to not use them again...*

Thor - Being naked is only natural to the God. You, on the other hand, force him to wear at least an apron saying 'Mount Asgard' when he cooks at the Avengers tower.

#lulu answers #another thirst post #thirst thread

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 9 months

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and on the Eighth Day he brought back the angel

and on the Eighth Day he brought back the angel https://ift.tt/Scog2p1 by willalla It's eight days after The Empty took Cas, that they get him back. Jack has to get comfortable and accustomed to the new shoes he's filling before he can go and bend The Empty to his will. It doesn't like it, Jack says, but cleaning up after all the havoc Chuck had done, that it understands. Loose threads Jack has to collect and tie up. If cosmic entities are anything human-like, Sam secretly thinks The Empty also cannot find it in itself to say no to Jack. Words: 596, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Castiel Lives (Supernatural), Destiel is there if you squint via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/RrQDCyf July 17, 2023 at 11:41AM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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txemrn · 2 years

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I have many issues with the nanny affair, one of which is that they're making sam so incompetent. They literally rely on MC for anything. MC gives Sam a business idea, tells them to find a partner, tells them to take on Robin as partner. Is Sam even capable of making their own decisions?? And it's always been frustrating that the writing is so bad, MC doesn't even have to do anything but sam's +desire level just goes up and boom diamond scene.

This book would be so much more interesting if they also let Robin talk without being shut down and if MC didn't have such childish conversation options. In my case she accepted sofia's promotion gracefully yet there are still belittling options as if she wants to cut her just for existing when Sofia is a whole professional queen.

Writing aside I hope we at least get the option to have a fling with Robin or at least have a heart to heart conversation. My brain is still stuck on the last book when he essentially said he liked MC. Plus I think there will be a breaking point when MC gets overwhelmed by both the wedding plans and the addison drama. I wonder how they'd handle that.

Also is it just me but the whole "we're still legally married" thing was totally predictable? The writers are trying to make this seem like such a cliffhanger but i'm just like 🥱 as i'm diamond mining this book.

Hey, Anon!

I am so, so sorry for the delay in responding! Thank you so much for sending me your thoughts! I loved reading them!

YES! Every single week, some of my other nanny friends and I discuss what did PB do this week to make Sam look incompetent YET again, but thank God for MC! If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't know how to talk to his kids, run the company, start a new company... shoot, I hope she's there to help him tie his shoes in the morning. LOL

But, I had a friend point out that there are a lot of stories where MC is this "God's gift to ______" whatever the problem may be. For example, TRR/TRH: MC gives advice on ruling a country? Really?

But, I agree with the conversation options. There's usually a respectful one, and then a childish one. And it's like... oh good grief, really? Grow up.

I don't know if you know this, but Robin is my boo-thang. I love him so very much (villain stupidity from last chapter aside). In the short time we have spent with him, he is beyond more interesting than Sam IMO.

So, I 12347037401% agree with you. We went from evil Villain to a poor whipped puppy and I hate it. They cut him off or they disregard his feelings. I would love to have a fling with him... but I don't want MC to have a fling with him (yeah, that makes total sense) because at this point, MC deserves Sam. LOL But back to Robin, poor guy just wants to be loved. And you know? I'm Team Sofia, and I would love for the time to make a real go for it. Is that weird? Probably...

Is it sad that I'm hoping for another break-up? Like maybe Sam suggests postponing the wedding because of the custody battle and MC finally loses her shit... LOL maybe they'll break up for longer than 4 hours. WAIT... THEN she can have that fling with Robin! Perfect. LOL

Addison stuff is super crazy ass backwards weird. Like I'm hoping to be either WOWed, or whoa... y'all really fucked this one up. LOL

I'm still invested, and I'm still loving the drama. I'm sorry that you have lost interest and have resorted to just diamond-mining. Hopefully the story will pick up and have some juicy pizazz!

Thank you again for sending in your thoughts!

Happy reading! 💜💜💜

#the nanny affair #the nanny affair book 3 #the nanny affair 3 #choices tna #choices tna 3 #sam dalton #robin flores

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eva-knits12 · 2 months

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Bucky and Natasha's Wedding

Trigger Warning: Wedding, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, toddlers, sexy times (not Bucky and Natasha) that lead to baby making, James using the potty for the first time, fluff

Summary: it's Bucky and Natasha's wedding day, and James falls asleep on the job.

I was in the Avengers Tower, helping Natasha get into her wedding dress. We would be leaving for the venue, which was the main ballroom of the Tower. The ceremony would be held in covered courtyard of the Tower, that had a nice garden when the weather was warm. It late September, and the weather today was amazingly warm for the beginning of fall.

"Wanda, can you help me tie this bow?" I ask, and Wanda comes to help me with the bow.

Wanda and I tie the bow on the back of Natasha's gown. We're both dressed in red bridesmaid's dresses, trimmed with black lace.

James was running around, playing tag with Nathan and Morgan. James is in his cute black suit, and the ringbearer's pillow, which I had sewn on my sewing machine a few weeks ago, sits on a chair, waiting for the rings to be tied to the ribbon. I used a vintage pattern that my grandmother had used. She had sewn the ring bearer's pillow for my parent's wedding, my aunt's wedding, for my wedding, and for my brother's wedding.

Clint delivers the rings, and I tie them to the ribbon. After, I check James diaper, and he is in need of a change.

"(y/n), it's time to start lining up," says Laura.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. I just need to change James," I say.

I go to the ladies room with James' diaper bag, and pull down the changing table. I strap James to it, and start to change his diaper.

"Okay, James, just try NOT to pee on me right now, like you always manage to do," I say.

James, by some miracle, doesn't pee on me. He often pees on Steve, too, but right now, he didn't. Changing James in a bridesmaid's dress was NO easy feat. I almost got my dress dirty from having to change James' poopy diaper. After, I unstrap James, and wash my hands.

Meanwhile, Steve, Bucky and Sam are getting lined up. Bucky has on a simple black suit, while the groomsmen are also dressed in simple black suits with red ties and red pocket squares. Tony and Clint are also getting lined up. But, Tony was beaming, knowing that Morgan and Pepper would be walking down the aisle soon.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony, and Clint are all lined up at the alter. I go to the bridesmaids line, and take my place. James, refuses to let go of my hand. A four string quartet plays classical music when Morgan starts walking down the aisle.

"Okay, James, you want Mama to come with you, Mama will come with you," I say.

Morgan walks down the aisle first, looking cute in a flower girl dress with a black ribbon. A black basket with a red ribbon sits in Morgan's hand, and she is walking down the aisle, sprinkling rose petals.

I walk with James down the aisle, and he has the ring bearer's pillow in his right hand. His left hand is holding my right hand.

"AW!" says the audience in the venue, when they see me walking James down the aisle.

"DADDY! DADDY!" screams James when he sees Steve.

"UNCA BUCK! UNCA BUCK!" screams James when he sees Bucky.

James lets go of my hand, and runs to Steve. Steve picks him up, and holds him for the rest of the ceremony.

The rest of the bridesmaids are next, and I wait for the rest of them with Steve and James.

Natasha is last, and everyone stands. James is in Steve's arms

Steve picks up James, and holds him in his arms. James starts to yawn, and can barely keep his eyes open. James falls asleep on Steve's shoulder. When James goes to sleep, a five alarm fire with several fire engines blaring their sirens just couldn't wake him.

I grab the ring bearer's pillow and hold it, while Wanda holds my bouquet of flowers. I look at James, and he is sleeping peacefully on Steve's shoulder. He'll be out for a while. I also have a sippy cup full of water and another sippy cup full of apple juice for him, in case he gets thirsty. I also made sure to pack plenty of wipes and diapers, and I made it a point to check James' diaper after the ceremony.

I realized that James hadn't taken his afternoon nap at all today, and that's why he's so tired right now. We were so busy getting ready for Bucky and Natasha's wedding, I didn't realize that I had missed James' naptime. I kiss James' forehead.

The vows are exchanged, and when it comes time to exchange the rings, I untie the ribbon, and present it them to Natasha and Bucky. The rings are white gold with the wedding date engraved on it, and they have Forever Yours engraved in Russian next to the wedding date. I suggested that, rather than putting the saying in French, which was the typical language of that engraving. I also know it in Spanish, Italian, Polish, and German. I knew my minor in linguistics paid off. Steve and I have it engraved on our wedding bands in German, since Steve was alive during World War II, fought in Germany and speaks fluent German, and I have German heritage. Steve picked up German rather quickly from his time that he spent over there. It came in handy when we had a mission in Germany to rescue hostages that were taken by Hydra. He also has it engraved on the other side of my wedding band in Polish, since I am also Polish. What can I say? I'm a language geek. On the other side of Steve's wedding ring, Forever Yours is written in Irish Gaelic, since his parents came over from Ireland, and Irish Gaelic was the language he spoke often at home.

After, Bucky and Natasha kiss, and we leave the venue. The photographer takes photos of the bridal party, the groomsmen, and even everyone together. She even got several closeups of James sleeping, and a several closeups of Morgan. I knew James would sleep through all this. This kid can sleep through anything.

Steve and I go back to our apartment in the tower, and put James in his crib. Steve and I have a few hours before the reception, so with James still asleep, and we have some time to kill, Steve and I kiss lovingly and passionately.

I tear off Steve's jacket, and then tear off his shirt, being careful to not tear off any buttons. I unzip Steve's pants, and he undoes my bridesmaid gown. My last period was two weeks ago, and Steve and I have discussed about trying for baby number two. With James sleeping in his nursery, and the reception not being for another few hours, now is the right time. I recently stopped my Depo Provera shots so that my body can get back to having a normal cycle and ovulate. I took an ovulation test earlier today, and the digital tracker that I'm wearing let me know that yes, I'm ovulating right now. James was getting older, he'd be turning three in February.

Plus, James will start potty training soon. James is starting to become more and more curious about using the potty, so when Steve and I need to go, we take him, show him what each one of does, and talk him through our process. We're already up to explaining why mommy and daddy have different parts right now, if that makes sense, and that mommy and daddy pee differently. James hasn't worked up to peeing in the potty yet, but Steve and I working on it. He's still in diapers for now, hopefully soon James will transition into PullUps.

Steve picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him, and he guides me to the bed.

"I love you, doll," says Steve, with lust blown eyes.

"I love you, too, Captain Handsome," I say.

Steve and I make love, and we're hoping that I take this time. James was conceived rather easily, and we're hoping that baby number two will be just as easy to conceive. I let go, and Steve follows, and releases inside me. He stays on top of me, just stroking my hair, and telling me how beautiful I am and what a beautiful, amazing mom I am. I tell him how much I love him, how handsome he is, and what an amazing husband and dad he is. Every time Steve and I made love, it was even more special and more beautiful than the last time. That hasn't changed since the first night you and Steve made love together, and it just keeps getting better.

Eventually, Steve rolls off me and we fall asleep for a while. After, we wake up, we get dressed again, and bring James down. He still hasn't woken, and Steve checks his diaper, and he was in need of a change. He was really wet.

"There you go, James, one nice, clean, fresh diaper," says Steve. James hasn't woken up yet, so Steve and I dress. Steve zips me back up, and we gather James. I grab the diaper bag, and we head back down for the reception.

Steve and I make our way to our seats at the head table. James and Morgan sit at a small table that has paper, coloring books, crayons and toys on it. James has screamed, indicating that he's not only awake, he's also hungry. Bucky and Natasha enter the reception hall as husband and wife, and we all watch their first dance. Dinner is served. Morgan and James get chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, and mixed veggies. James and Morgan are busy playing with each other with the toys on the table to even notice, nor do they care right now. They just care about playing right now. They eat when their meal is served.

"Mama, Daddy. Macca cheese! Macca cheese!" squeals and excited James.

"Mama, Daddy. Chicca nuggas! Chicca nuggas!" says an excited James.

"Tank you, Carla!" says James. Carla was Tony's former private chef, and she started her own catering company. Tony wouldn't let Bucky and Natasha hire any catering company. Carla's Catering and Baking Company was Tony's go to when he needed to cater his galas. Carla was a top chef, and if it hadn't been working for Tony when she first got out of culinary school, she would be working somewhere where her talents and her eye for detail and her love of cooking and catering would go unnoticed. Tony saw that Carla had a love and had a passion for what she did. She remembers when you and Steve would go to Shakespeare in the Park when the weather was warm enough. She'd pack you and Steve a picnic lunch, that included bread, salami, gazpacho, nuts and crackers, and spreadable cheese. Dessert was often cookies that Carla and her assistant baked. You two would enjoy your afternoon with your picnic. It was a nice getaway from the tower and from the busy world that relied on technology for several hours.

We've been working on please and thank you, and James is really good about that.

The adults get steak, rolls, baked potatoes, roasted veggies, and salad with their choice of dressing. The adults eat their meal. After a while, everyone dances, with the DJ playing from a set playlist.

Soon, Bucky and Natasha cut the cake. It's chocolate, with a raspberry center, and chocolate icing with raspberries and red roses on it. The cake looks amazing, it almost looks like a work of art. Carla and her assistant did an amazing job on the cake, and decorating it. It was almost too good to eat, and it looked way to beautiful to cut. You remember when Carla made your cake. It was a simple chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting, an amazing strawberry filling decorated with strawberries and even more strawberries were designed to look like it formed a waterfall. You even had chocolate covered strawberries on the dessert table.

You and Steve said your goodbyes when it was close to James' bed time. You and Steve went back to your apartment, but you would go back to your house outside the city in the morning. Steve helps you unzip, and you put on your PJ's. Steve puts on his sleep shorts and his tank top, and he has his socks on. Steve undresses James, and draws James his nightly bath. Steve gets out James' PJ's, which has Captain America shields all over them. You get in your PJ's, and wash your face and then you brush your teeth. Steve brushes his teeth while he waits for the water to cool a bit. The water is still a little too hot, so he's running some cold water in the bath to help cool it down. By the time Steve is done brushing his teeth and flossing, he tests the bath water again. It's now perfect.

He gets James, and gets him out of his diaper.

"I need to go potty, daddy," James says to Steve. Steve lifts the lid on the toilet, and sits James on it. I watch, and Steve holds James on the toilet. James pees in the potty. James has officially started potty training, and he is used the potty for the first time.

"YAY! James, you are a officially a big boy today! You went pee in the potty for the first time today!" I say.

Steve claps, and I clap.

"Yay! You are such a big, brave boy, James!", says Steve.

"Congrats, James. You are one big, brave boy! Mommy and Daddy are very proud of you!" says Steve.

"Oh, James, now you need to wipe," I say giving James some toilet paper. I give the toilet paper to Steve, and Steve starts to wipe James, but James takes the toilet paper, and wipes himself.

"James, now you need to wash your hands," says Steve. Steve turns on the faucet, and Steve shows James how to wash his hands. I lift James up, get his hands under the water, squirt soap in his hands, and he rubs them together.

"James, you need to rinse them now," I say.

James rinses his hands, and then I pull down the hand towel, and I dry them.

Steve puts James in the tub, and we watch James play in the tub. Steve washes James and washes James hair.

I kneel down next to Steve and steal a kiss. I kiss James on his forehead. I couldn't be any more prouder of my two favorite boys.

Steve gets James out of the tub, and I dry him off.

"James, do you need to use the potty again?" I ask.

"No," says James.

"Okay. Let's try, James. After the bath, you should always try to pee," I say.

I sit James on the toilet, and kiss his forehead again. James doesn't need to pee, so I put his diaper on, and hand him over to Steve. Steve reads James his story, and I sit in bed and knit for a bit while I wait for Steve.

"Daddy, I need to go potty again," says James.

Steve takes James to the bathroom, and Steve helps James with the potty. James was now expressing what he needed in full sentences. Here was my big, brave, smart two-year-old boy who had now transitioned from diapers to PullUps! Steve and I go out and get James his PullUps when James is close to running out of diapers.

Steve comes back. Steve kisses me lovingly.

"Mmm, I love you. You are one amazing mom. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You do such an amazing job with James," says Steve.

"Steve, I love you, too. You are one amazing husband and dad to our beautiful son," I say.

Steve guides me down on the bed, and we make love slowly. He releases inside me, and stays in me for a while. After a while, he rolls off of me.

Close to Thanksgiving, I start to experience morning sickness. I take a test, and it's positive! It happened. It happened on the day of Bucky and Natasha's wedding, it may have happened that night. Steve and I conceived our daughter, Sarah Anne. I don't even know I'm carrying a girl, but I have the same hyperemesis gravidarum that I had when I found out I was pregnant with James. I reveal the news when Steve and I are decorating our tree. James was confused. I had explained to James that his new sibling needed to grow in my tummy just like he grew in my tummy.

James is excited about being a big brother. We reveal the news to the team during the holiday party that Tony loves to throw. It's an event! There's a hot chocolate bar, a coffee bar, lovely winter themed treats, comfort food, and it's beautiful. We give Bucky and Natasha an ornament with their newest godchild being announced, and a picture of their wedding in a beautiful silver frame with the wedding date engraved on it. We have Natasha's wedding flowers on all four corners, and a ribbon has the date engraved on it.

Steve and I just couldn't be happier. Our loving family is expanding by one, Natasha and Bucky are finally married, and Sam has became engaged to Tony's receptionist. There certainly is no amount of love that can fill all of our hearts right now.

"I love you, Captain Handsome," I say, kissing Steve when we open our Christmas gifts a few weeks later.

"I love you, too, doll," says Steve, kissing me lovingly and deeply. James is passed out with his toys, and is holding onto his Captain America teddy bear. Steve and I slow dance, being careful not to step on James.

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