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[rokonrrc2]

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all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Home in the Chaos

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Sonic the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are human for this one, and their relationship is more platonic. Also this takes place during the movie timeline! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The cozy living room of the Wachowski household was a whirlwind of activity. Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic were abuzz with energy as you tried to keep up. As Jojo’s babysitter and the honorary fourth member of this ragtag group, your days were anything but ordinary. Between Tails' tech experiments, Knuckles' newfound obsession with braiding, and Sonic's endless antics, you often found yourself being pulled in every direction.

Today was no different. Knuckles sat behind you on the couch, his large hands clumsily attempting to braid your hair with an intensity that could rival a championship match. "I do not understand why humans have so much hair," he grumbled, his brows furrowed. "It is like battling a wild beast."

You laughed, glancing over at Tails, who was sprawled out in front of you as you gently brushed his fluffy tails. "It's not that bad, Knuckles. And Tails, hold still—you keep twitching!"

“Does this hurt?” you asked, pulling through a particularly stubborn knot.

Tails winced slightly but shook his head. “Nope! Just tickles a little. But thanks for helping—I’ve been meaning to take better care of them. Gotta stay aerodynamic, you know?”

Knuckles, sitting behind you on the couch, furrowed his brow in concentration as he fumbled with a section of your hair. “Braiding is no simple task,” he declared, his tone serious. 

You laughed, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re doing great, Knux. Just… maybe don’t pull so tight?”

“Noted,” he said solemnly, adjusting his grip.

Across the room, Sonic was perched on the armrest of the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, leaning forward. “when you’re done playing hairdresser, how about we do something fun? I’ve got this really cool idea we should try—”

 “Just a minute, Sonic,” you said, not looking up from Tails’ fur.

Sonic froze mid-step, the ball caught in his gloved hand. His ears drooped slightly as he flopped onto the armrest of the couch, kicking his legs lazily. “Sure. No rush,” he muttered, but the slump in his posture betrayed his disappointment.

Knuckles glanced at Sonic, his crimson face betraying a rare flicker of sympathy. “The blue one grows restless. Perhaps we should take him on a hunt?”

“A hunt for what, Knuckles?” Tails asked, clearly amused.

Knuckles puffed out his chest. “For purpose!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe we’ll plan something after I finish here, okay?”

...

As the day wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and snacks for everyone. The kitchen was warm and alive, the aroma of freshly chopped herbs mingling with the distant hum of conversation and laughter spilling in from the living room. Tails’ excited rambling about his latest gadget punctuated Knuckles’ booming declarations, and every now and then, a peal of laughter rippled through the air. It was the kind of noise that made the house feel less like walls and more like a heart—beating, alive, and full.

Sonic lingered near the counter, his hand idly drumming against its edge. His usual easy grin was there, but you noticed the subtle edge to it—like he was trying to hold something back.

“Need help?” he asked casually, though the slight upward tilt of his voice betrayed him.

“Sure,” you replied, pointing toward the stack of plates. “Can you grab those for me?”

In a flash, he zipped across the room, the plates balanced precariously in his arms as he stopped so close that you had to catch yourself against the counter.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, your laugh breaking the momentary surprise.

“Sorry!” Sonic said quickly, his ears flattening as he shuffled back a step. His usual cocky demeanor faltered, replaced by a sheepish glance your way.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your laugh softening. “Just… maybe slow down a bit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing over the white band of his glove. “Yeah… sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Sonic hopped onto one of the kitchen chairs, the bounce in his step noticeably missing. He swung his legs slightly, his eyes avoiding yours as he fiddled with his gloves, the silence settling between you.

“You alright?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

He hesitated, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. “It’s just… I don’t know,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “I guess I feel like I’m kinda… left out sometimes.”

The confession hit you like a weight, and you felt your chest tighten. Setting the knife down, you pulled a chair next to him, your movement slow and deliberate.

“Sonic, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, your hand resting gently on his arm. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

He shrugged, though the gesture lacked its usual confidence. When he finally looked at you, his green eyes were unguarded, vulnerable in a way that felt rare and precious.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Tails has all his gadgets, and Knuckles has his whole ‘warrior thing.’ Sometimes it feels like… like I don’t really fit anywhere.”

The ache in his words settled heavily in the space between you. You leaned forward, squeezing his arm gently.

“Sonic,” you said, your voice firm yet kind, “you’re just as important as Tails and Knuckles. You don’t have to have gadgets or a warrior thing to matter. You’re you. And I care about you—just as much as them. You’re family to me.”

He blinked, his eyes wide as if the words caught him off guard. Slowly, a small, genuine smile spread across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.

“Really,” you affirmed with a nod. “And families? They don’t pick favorites.”

He grinned then, the kind of grin that made his eyes light up and the room feel just a bit brighter. Without a word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that was both spontaneous and deeply sincere.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

You hugged him back, your hand rubbing small circles on his back. “Anytime, Blue Blur,” you replied, your smile mirroring his.

[celestial-clownz]

cover him with blankets and plushies and give him snacks and water NOW! THAT IS YOUR PRINCESS WITH MENTAL DISORDERS

silly comic I made since depression has been really biting me in the ass :,( some kind of attempt to cheer myself up

[verxca]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ୨ ♡ ୧ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ [ imagine #01 ]

[ j. todd ] ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ୨ ♡ ୧ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

── . ✦ in which you and jason are relaxing one cold evening, and you start to get emotional over his faded childhood memories.

“Man, look at me back then. So young n’ naive. Thought I could save the world one punch at a time." Jason remarks, shifting slightly on the red leather couch you two were seated on. One of this arms was draped over your shoulder in a protective manner, leaning in closer after every flip.

The photo book you held diligently in hand was very old, containing numerous sheets. The laminated paper itself held a number of memories from the past, in fact all of Jason in his younger years. Robin, Boy Wonder— The countless names he was given reflected the bright white smile he ported in almost every snapshot.

You turn to the next page, ever so slightly relaxing your head onto your lover’s shoulder. “Hah- Look at that one.” His calloused hand reaches forward, pointing at another prime moment of him in his costume, smiling brightly with his signature black mask on, striking a funny pose for the camera. On Jason’s side of things, all of the memories were of course bound to come back; his time as Robin - the training, the adventures, the pain. He lets out low chuckle, leaning towards the side to press a soft kiss onto your temple.

You softly traced your thumb over the photo; a moment captured forever in time, still initiating a reaction in his peers after all these years. Jay just looked so… innocent. You couldn’t even put the sentiment into words— ‘nostalgia’ would be too generous. It was more of an appreciation - a longing.

You loved him now, which meant that you loved all of him. Present, future, and even past.

It wasn’t just the sympathy you held, but also the mere knowledge about what happend in the years to come which fueled this depressing feeling. His death, of course… what kind of a monster would kill somebody as kind as this? A young boy full of hopes and dreams?

Jason was reluctant to tell you his murder’s name. He had never let it slip, and probably wouldn’t in the following months to come for the record. It was a burden too heavy to carry, and you understood that. A strong gust of cold winter snow hit the window from behind, a subtle reminder of the comfort currently held inside your place.

Sniffling, you gently grab onto the sheet, turning the page once more. Another colourful photo appeared; Jason on his 13th birthday, in the batcave standing next to the big man himself. “Babe- Are you…?”

A tear struck the paper, and it was only then that you realized you’d been crying.

Jason’s heart just shattered as a soft cry audibly escaped your lips, quickly prompting him to nuzzle impossibly close to plant another kiss onto your head. He let go of the book with his other hand, instead placing it on your knee in a comforting manner.

“Oh- Hon’…”

Embarrassed, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth and part of your nose. You didn’t cry too often— In fact, you were usually the one here to support Jay when he was upset, injured, or having another horrid nightmare. It was even odd for him to see you break down like this, all over some family photos that he’d volunteered to show you… The mere realization made his heart swell with love and slight regret.

You hiccup on your own breath, looking back down at the collage now held with one hand. “You- Y’were just so small- ” You manage to croak out, sniffling with a now quivering lip. “Yeah, I was a scrawny little shit back then. He worked me hard, but it made me who I am today." Jason attempted to lighten the mood, his advance quickly reciprocated by a recognizing smile and a shy nod on your part.

You glance over at the image once more; his eyes, his hair, that god forsaken smile… It just made you break even more, and it didn’t take Jason long to realize. He leaned forward, taking the photo album from your hand to close and to gently place on the counter.

“M’ sorry, babe- I-” You adjust your position as he leans back down, still wiping your tears with slightly shaky hands, choking on your own breath every time another small cry left your lips. Jason just paused for a moment, admiring you. His girlfriend. Crying over his own childhood photos. Now, this— this was the type of love and intimacy he’d always been craving for.

Jason leans forward, capturing your body in a tight embrace. On instinct you move up to his lap, wrapping your arms loosely around the back of his neck.

“Y’know, as much as I love that version of me, I wouldn't trade who I am now for anything. Because it led me to you."

You nod into him, showing you were listening, and he kisses your hair. The words - the photos - they may all have been hard to hear and see, but it was all in the grand a testimony to your love. That much was clear to the both of you now.

“I love you, Jay.”

“I love you too. More than’ anything.”

He murmurs in response, pressing another needed kiss to your forehead before burying his head back into your hair, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent. He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to love; with his past, and his many walls. But Jason realized now that you saw him, all of him, and you still chose to love him anyway. It was both terrifying and beautiful.

[coffeethoughtsx]

What if I’m not ready to let go, reaching for a hand that’s no longer there?

[aceofwhump]

Heroes 1x12 "Godsend" Deleted Scene - Peter's Awakening

[acehazbin1]

“Court me.”

Note: Thank you for all your support on Chapter one, Tumblr and A03 have been very supportive!

Tw: no use of Y/n, hand in marriage, Caracalla being in love.

Chapter one

………………

She was tricky to find, he walked the same route every night at the same time yet it was like she had hid away from him. He didn’t know that she had taken a shift for a sick maid and now was back to her normal routine.

He spoke to his brother about a lady had enchanted him leaving out the fact that she was a maid. His brother was intrigued about this woman demanded that she must me found and rewarded. Caracalla agreed to a gesture of gratitude for her but he couldn’t decide which, flowers? No too simple. A game in her honour? Maybe a woman such as her wouldn’t take a liking towards violence. A ring? Yes, his ring, right off his finger.

He found himself wondering how to gift it to her, in a box explaining it was his or maybe pull it off his finger and hand it to her? But which one of his fingers, maybe she would like a sliver one instead? He wandered around the royal garden not noticing the maid tending to the roses.

She noticed him straight away, her eyes followed as he stared at the rings on his fingers. She was about to speak but felt a knot in her throat. He was drunk that night, surely he talk to countless of other servants about his woes. She was nothing special. Plus her uniform was covered in grass stains, no way to approach an Emperor.

“You there.” A voice called out, the maid turned around to see an unfamiliar guard. “Have you seen a maid who last week on the day of mars was working that very night?” The knight coughed up. She was confused, on the day of mars… wait she was working that night. Did she do something wrong? Was her friend in trouble for not being there.

“I’m sorry that was my doing, I was covering for the normal maid’s shift. If I did anything wrong, I accept the punishment.” She gracefully spoke but the guards looked more astonished that the word hasn’t gotten to her that Emperor Caracalla was looking for that woman. Well her. “You are mistaken, Emperor Caracalla has been wishing for your presence.”

Her eyes widened as the roses fell out her hand, the ones she was dethroning. Her mind was spinning, he requested for her? Did he want to make sure she didn’t tell anyone his secrets? Or worse did he want to get rid of her since she knew?

“Please come this way.” The knight spoke up as he gently took her wrist pulling her in the direction of where Caracalla walked. She almost felt his presence getting closer which each step, she followed the knight blindly just trying to take in that fact Caracalla wanted to see her. “My Emperor.” The knight bowed as he addressed him pulling the maid down with him. Caracalla turned around looking frustrated that the guard interrupted his line of thinking.

“What d-“ Caracalla harsh tone stopped suddenly, his eyes locked with the maid’s. It was the same once’s that persuaded his heart to open up with how calming they were. He nearly chocked on his breath, the knight let go of the maid’s wrist but the maid locked onto his hand. She was scared but after a reassuring tap, she let go.

“I’ve been looking for you ever night since we last spoken.” Caracalla’s voice was breathless. She didn’t dare walk closer to him keeping the distance as his eyes remained fixated on her. “Apologies, your highness-“ “Caracalla please,” The emperor interrupted. He wanted her to call her by his first name. Was this a joke? Did he want her to catch her off guard?

Her eyes scanned his face for anything other than the look of pure desperation for her approval, something she took note of. “Caracalla,” she stopped as the name sounded unfamiliar to her. “I wanted to apologise for my inappropriate behaviour, I was too intrusive on your personal matters.”

His heart nearly melted when she said his name for the first time, it felt so right on her lips. Normally he would hate when anyone would address him other than Emperor but this was different. He wanted her to find little nicknames out of his name, he wanted her to giggle it, to whisper it, to cry it and to scream it. His brain finally clicked what she said into effect after a long second so silence.

“Nonsense, I quite enjoy having your opinions on the matter. In fact I wanted to…” Caracalla looked at his hands, then her noticing there was no jewellery so he could not tell if she was a gold or sliver woman. He pulled off a sliver ring with a blue sapphire in the middle, it wasn’t really his taste but it complimented her. “I wanted to show you my gratitude for that night, you stayed with me. No many have.” He looked away for a second but came closer to put the ring on her finger.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” She whispered shocked, she looked at the ring and back up at him. “Don’t say anything but yes to my question.” Caracalla stared at her, how her hair fell out from her face shaping her pretty face. How her cheeks were tinted pink by his boldness to give a lady such as her stature, a ring that would cost her life wages maybe more.

Her heart nearly stopped when she heard a crunch from beneath her, she looked down to see the emperor kneeling. She had the most powerful man in Rome at her feet as he spoke his heart out to her. “Ever since that night of Mars, I haven’t be able to get the illusion of you out of my mind. You have plague my thoughts of your beauty and your words, teasing me with your smiles. I must have your hand.”

He… He was asking to marry her?

She gasped, no she must be dreaming this couldn’t be right. She couldn’t marry him, well more importantly he couldn’t marry her. He was the Emperor of Rome, she was a mere maid of the imperial palace, this would be nothing but a phase until he found a wife. “I’m afraid I must reject.”

Caracalla heart sank, she was rejecting him? No, no, she couldn’t. She heard his frustration of trying to find a wife, she was the one to whisper soft comfort to him, to hold him. Now she was taking that from him? Did she forget the night they shared together under the pale moonlight?

“I’m afraid you don’t even know my name, I am but a maid to you and the senate. All of Rome would reject our marriage.” The maid spoke in a whisper, outlining the issues. Caracalla’s eyes darkened, “I don’t care what they think, you will be my wife, I want you no one else to grow old with, to rule with, to be with. I know we shared one night but I want many others with you.” His voice was upset as it dragged out certain words.

“I want to learn your name.” Caracalla breathed out finally. “I want to learn everything about you…” His hand reached up to hers with the ring. “Just please.”

The maid felt a pain in her heart, she suddenly was plagued with visions of her in a white wedding dress, talking to Caracalla in court about Roman issues, getting flowers thrown at her by the people and raising Caracalla’s heir. She pulled herself out the delusions, they were so tempting and so close almost as if she could touch them.

“Court me.” Her voice spoke up. It wouldn’t ruin his reputation, it would give her some time to ease through ranks so she could be a respectable bride and give him time to learn her name. His eyes blinked a couple of times before nodding hurriedly.

[zimswife]

Purrdy much true...⚔️😹🐈‍⬛😼🐈🐾

[cherryblessing]

📎— let yourself fall, satoru.

The world seemed heavier that evening, burdened by the weight of unsaid words and unacknowledged grief. Satoru sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows propped on his knees, fingers tangled in white strands of hair that usually glowed like starlight but now looked dull under the dim light.

He wasn’t invincible here. He wasn’t “the strongest.” He was just Satoru. And tonight, even that felt like too much to bear.

You stood quietly at the threshold, hesitant to intrude on the fortress of his solitude. But you knew he needed someone to step through, to remind him that even the tallest walls weren’t insurmountable.

“Satoru,” you called softly, almost afraid your voice would shatter the fragile silence.

He didn’t look up, but his fingers stilled. “I’m fine,” he said, the words hollow and far too practiced.

The song played faintly in the background, a melody wrapped in threads of hope and sadness. "It's okay now," it whispered, but Satoru didn’t seem to believe it.

You crossed the room slowly, lowering yourself to the floor in front of him so that he couldn’t avoid your presence. “You don’t have to be fine all the time,” you murmured, the tenderness in your voice cutting through his barriers.

His head dipped further, chin brushing his chest. “If I stop, everything falls apart,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, your hand brushing against his knee—a gentle anchor, grounding him in the here and now. “Maybe it’s time to let someone else hold the pieces for a while,” you said, your voice steady, even as your heart ached for him.

For a moment, he didn’t move. But then, slowly, his hands dropped to his sides, and his gaze met yours. His eyes, usually so bright and full of confidence, were red-rimmed and tired, a storm barely restrained.

“I don’t know how,” he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of vulnerability.

You shifted closer, your hands cupping his face with a care so gentle it felt like a balm against the cracks in his armor. “You don’t have to know,” you said, your thumbs brushing against the sharp lines of his cheekbones. “Just let it out. I’ll be here to catch you.”

The dam broke, and his breath hitched as tears spilled over. He didn’t sob or wail; he just trembled, his tears falling silently as you pulled him into your arms. His head rested against your shoulder, his long frame folding into your embrace as if he was finally allowing himself to be small, just for a moment.

You hummed along to the song playing in the background, your voice soft and soothing. “It’s okay now,” you whispered, echoing the words, letting them sink into the cracks of his heart. “It’s okay to fall apart. You’re not alone.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Satoru allowed himself to believe it.

©cherryblessing.2024

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' BROKEN TO FIXED ,,

|| pairings: hawks x gn!reader / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings: getting broken up with (not by hawks), not specified gender for ex, no use of y/n

|| this is very self indulgent since i js went thru a break up 😭 hawks my one true love LMAO

|| word count: 0.9k

|| You and Keigo had been friends for a few years, ever since he debuted in fact! You'd gotten in contact with him after your friend from highschool, Miruko, or well Rumi, invited you to some hero party. And there he was! You two hit it off pretty easily, becoming close friends in the process, much to Rumi's dismay. (She loves when her friends get along! Just don't forget about her lol!)

|| After that party, you both stayed in contact. Everyday, you'd visit his agency with small treats or take our food for lunch! Some for his sidekicks too! Everyone absolutely loved you. And that didn't exclude Keigo.

|| Keigo never said anything, honestly he was scared. You were one of his only friends who wasn't a hero or wasn't using him. He didn't wanna ruin it! So he kept his feelings hidden. Despite his confident, playboy persona, he was in all honesty a nervous wreck, especially around you. You never really paid any mind to it, it was pretty amusing afterall.

|| Things... Changed after you got a partner though. They were pretty nice, honestly they seemed open to be friends with your friends as well! But Keigo on the other hand... He always made excuses on why he couldn't hangout if you mentioned your partner would come along, or he'd ditch last minute with the excuse of hero stuff. You didn't really mind, he was a hero for crying out loud!.. But you missed him.

|| Whatever, if he didn't wanna be friends, it's fine..! You and your partner stayed together around a year and a half. You thought, this is the person who'll stay with me! Despite some ups and downs, and... Having to defend them against your friends, it'd work out!

|| But you were wrong. Even after all the ups and downs you both experienced.. They left. Saying that they still loved you, but they weren't in love with you. That they still cared, but it wasn't the same. You swore it was working. Maybe you were just being dumb again.

|| You first tried to call up Rumi, she was one of your closest friends afterall, but she was busy, probably on a mission or on late night patrol. So, after much hesitation, you called up Keigo. God, you felt like you were making a mistake. After so many times of saying "They're a good person!" or "I love them, really" it felt embarrassing to call Keigo. But.. He picked up.

|| "Birdie! Heyo, how's it going?" Keigo chirped out as he picked up the phone. He had just been watching some movie on his tv, due to not having to work, for once. His carefree attitude soon enough dropped the second he heard sniffles on the other hand. You explained what happened, that they broke up with you, and that you just.. Needed someone to listen. He stayed silent for a few moments, you thought he hung up.

|| Knock knock. What the? You look over to your balcony window and it's Keigo, hair a mess, a bag of presumably ice cream and food in it, and he was still in his sweatpants and messy looking shirt he probably fell asleep in. You quickly rushed over to the balcony window and opened it up. Your cheeks flushed and stained with tears, eyes puffy and hair a mess. It looked like you were the one who flew around the city.

|| "Keigo?" The second you said his name he embraced you, wrapping his arms and wings around you in a safe caccoon. Rubbing small patterns on your back as you sobbed into his shirt. God, this was embarrassing. But it's exactly what you needed. You and Keigo stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, you sobbing into his shirt, rambling on about who knows what as Keigo rubbed your back in silent comfort.

|| After a while, you found yourself on your couch, a bowl of ice cream in hand as a blanket overed you with an extra layer of Keigo's wing over your shoulder. It was nice. You rambled about how shitty you felt, how you felt like your life just ended, how you're going to miss your partner as Keigo sat there, listening. At one point you asked if he had anything to say, and for once he didn't. He just wanted to be there to help you.

|| He pushed his feelings for you aside in order to comfort you. Honestly, he felt guilty for not being around when you were with your partner, but dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything. What mattered was you and to help you move on.

|| The days after your break up was.. Rough to say the least. You'd be to groggy to even get out of bed, you used up more than half of your sick days to stay out of work, and Keigo, surprisingly, was there for most of it. Of course, he had to be a hero, obviously he was the number two hero. But everytime he had even a five minute break he called you up and made sure you were okay.

|| He'd bring small gifts and snacks to help cheer you up, sometimes some of it was from Rumi as well! It was sweet and helped you off your feet. His support meant everything to you.

|| Now, Keigo wouldn't tell you about his crush on you just yet, obviously that'd be a.. Pretty bad move on his part. Avoid you a bunch for the past year then move in on you after a bad break up? Terrible idea. So for now, he'd settle for being your best friend. Unaware that you were slowly developing feelings for him as well.

did i make this js cz i got broken up with like one or two weeks ago? yeah. but SHUTTUP!! hawks my pookie.... my one true love........

also early merry christmas to whoever celebrates, i might be making a small dabble of diff mha characters spending christmas with you (platonic or not) idk! SMILES!

[yassiur]

I wanna grow a family with you.

Kinich x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive, but no smut, gore, Mualani being the most thoughtful girl ever😍 pregnancy, miscarriage, sexual abuse taken place (not mentioned but its implied), Established relationship with kinich, kinich being the best husband ever omfg. MODERN AU

Notes: THIS IS MY FIRST FINISHED ONE SHOT YALL OMFG

October 6th, 20**

It was 3 AM, you suddenly got the urge to cook yourself a midnight snack —well, more like morning snack—. You go into the kitchen to find a box of cereal and some fresh milk to aliviate your hunger.

As you're eating, you scroll down instagram reels to find a variety of videos about mothers taking care of their children, and you find yourself craving to experience that motherhood, "It's just baby fever, it'll pass." you whisper to yourself.

It infact did not pass, waking up you find yourself suddenly thinking of how you and your husband —kinich, would raise your child together, would your child be as quiet as Kinich? Or would they babble whenever they get the chance? You continue to lay in your shared bed, zoning out with the fantasies of you and kinich growing a family together.

Kinich stirs awake, immedietly pulling you into his embrace as he takes in the scent of your hair, you don't know whether you should tell him about how you feel ready to take care of a family with him, so you just dig your face into the crook of his neck.

November 11th, 20**

Preparing for Kinich's birthday was relatively difficult, knowing your husband was more fond of relaxing in the quiet whispers of the wind while laying down on the grass, you couldn't do a picnic, since Kinich usually comes home at around 5 PM, so you decide that for his birthday, you'll cook his favorite dish, give him your gift you've been hiding from him for a week now, and lastly, offer him his own family to love and cherish.

In 2 hours, he'd arrive home, which gives you enough time to organize the decorations around the guest room, alongside the table is a few of his favorite desserts and snacks, and in the middle of it is placed a beautiful cake with his theme, and a few silly drawings of you and him getting married. You had just drawn 5 papers of you and him in different scenarios, you and him when you were children, you and him as Wendy and Peter Parker, you and him as loving cats, you and him as , and finally, you and him, as you and him... with a child???

You contemplate whether you should keep this child, you didnt even know if theyd inherit your genes or his genes, it felt weird, but you guessed this could work as a real life foreshadowing, "If he notices this, then I can just easily bring up the topic, and...wait for his response to all this.." you think to yourself. quickly sticking the different drawings somewhere random but visible enough for him to notice.

Kinich arrives home, the light's absence not going unnoticed by him.

"[Name]?" he calls out, a slightly worried tone applied to his call, removing his shoes and placing his bag at the hook of the door before hurrying his steps to the guest room.

Light suddenly flashes his eyes as a loud familiar tune fills his ears, a loud, birthday-like tune--?

Kinich opens his eyes to find green and pixelated decorations around the room, as well as a small yet beautifully made cake at the center of the diner table, written on it was "Happy birthday Kinich! -Your bebz".

While checking the decorations around the room, Kinich suddenly feels weight behind him, soft arms wrapping around his waist. He quickly turns around to be met with your joyful expression, "Happy birthday! Do you like the decorations?" He doesn't smile back, looking around the room as if he's supposed to rate it. "C'mon! You know you like it!!" Your pouting face is not unnoticed fortunately, he smirks to himself, "could've added a few decorations on that empty wall", he points at the ONE wall you didn't decorate. You roll your eyes at him before grasping his hand to start the activities you planned to do with him for his birthday.

Kinich sits down at the table, finally finishing a slice of his cake after almost covering your face with frosting. Throughout the fun, he noticed your eyes seemed to wander to the fridge, he initially thought you just seemed hungry, but decided to look back at what made you so interested into the fridge.

A badly drawn version of the two of you, except theres a third person, a very short person..

You catch his gaze on the drawings, "Oh! Yeah, uh...Kinich, you know...", he gazes back to you

"I wanted to tell you something for weeks, and I just want to know what you think is all." You fidget your hands, avoiding his gaze

"Is there something bothering you?" he asks, you sigh as you reply, "yes, kind of, I- I wanted to know what you think of..having a uhh..." you stumble on your words, just realizing how nervous you are for his response to what you're implying.

"What's wrong? tell me", He grows closer, gently clasping both your hands, rubbing his thumb to soothe you. You gulp and exhale in an attempt to relax yourself before speaking,

"I want to have a baby with you," you shakily state up, he pauses to process your words, he seemed hesitant, even.

You frown, knowing that he does not seem to react well with the news. You hear him sigh before replying with a question, "Are you sure?" He suddenly questions, you gulp. "I will support you with our child, but I want to know that you yourself is prepared for this change," he looks up to you in all seriousness. You avoid his gaze, thinking deeply about this, turning your head back to him, you decide, "yes, I want to create our family, and take care of them by your side," you answer, smiling lightly.

his hand drops your left, bringing the right one to his lips to lightly kiss, even then, you could feel the affection he held for you in that kiss, "then, for my birthday...will you give me this gift?" he asks with a new emotion reflecting in his eyes.

You wake up, memories of last night flooding back to you as you look around, noticing the lack of clothing between you and Kinich. Feeling sick, you quickly feel that this is one of the signs you're pregnant, and hurriedly run to the bathroom to relieve that sick feeling.

Kinich groggily wakes up, quickly running a hand up his hair as the events of last night had transpired back to him. Red creeps up his face as he tries to find you with his hands.

The left side of his bed is empty, and he peeks an eye to find that you're nowhere near his sight, panic arises in him to quickly put on a piece of clothing and find you.

Kinich hears gagging sounds from downstairs and immedietly finds that you're experiencing one of the common symptoms of pregnancy. He opens the bathroom, finding you near the toilet seat, he quickly walks to you to hold your hair from your face while rubbing your back to help you relax. You look up to him and smile, and even with the current situation, he finds that you're glowing beautifully in his eyes.

December 23, 20**

You're finally confirmed to be pregnant, Your belly growing slightly more and more each week, Kinich thinks he can't possibly find you more beautiful than you are right now.

Kinich though can feel tired at times, specially with your mood swings affecting how he feels each day, whenever you're happy, he feels happy, but if you find yourself upset at a random movie scene, or whatever could've possibly hurt you emotionally, he gets just as upset with you.

Speaking of emotions, you seem to be excited this month, Kinich thinks.

You've been pent up since New Years, and you seem more clingy to Kinich than ever, lightly stroking his arm before holding his hand, curling into his arms just to softly bite his jawline. He slightly shivers at your teeth,

You breathe out his name, "I've missed you.." you whisper into the crook of his neck, "Even before New Years, you've got way more commissions than ever, and I've been feeling deprived, you know..?" you mumble, your voice vibrating against his neck, suddenly, he feels like he knows exactly what you want, and he will gladly oblige in what you need.

Kinich softly pushes you from his neck, grabbing your nape to kiss you feverly, his lips merging into yours perfectly, he grabs your waist to pull you closer as he pulls away "I missed you too", he breathes out, his deep voice filling your ears, pecking your lips to make you feel a portion of how weighed his words were, you tighten your arms around him to kiss him again. He kisses back eagerly as he gently goes on top of you, his raven colored bangs brushing your face as you continue to make out. You both part to take back oxygen, your hands dropping to the side of your head as your chest heaves. Kinich gazes his darkened eyes into yours as he goes near your jawline to pepper kisses down your neck to which you turn to the side to give him more access while you hold onto the nape of his neck.

He pulls away softly to eagerly remove his tight shirt, revealing his soft yet defined abs, you sit up to mischieviously smirk, knowing you successfully got him to do exactly what you wanted from the start. His expression dead serious, yet he softly smiles at you before you gesture for him to help you remove your shirt.

Kinich starts to trail his kisses from your bare chest down to your visible bump, making sure his kisses were light as feather as to not pressure you. He goes back up to kiss your collarbone, your whines hitting his ears knowing you wanted him to continue to dive deeper down there. "Patience", he states firmly to keep you in check, lightly pecking your lips before finally lowering his face to your thighs.

"Hahahah!!!!" You laugh outloud at a gumball episode, Kinich observes your weird obsession with this show ever since your pregnancy has been confirmed, and whenever he thinks u cannot be more strange than ever, you manage to prove him wrong every time.

"Kinich, did you catch what he said??? I'll rewind it for you!" You eagerly state outloud, Kinich nervously sweats trying to find what's so funny before you become upset like the last time, which you rewinded atleast 4 times before your mood became ruined for the rest of the day. "ah, Hahaaa....." he tries to laugh right after gumball has said one of his corny jokes, to which you huff and glare at him. Confused, he looks at you weirdly before you state "that was not the joke i wanted you to laugh at ". Thankfully, he had bought one of ur strange cravings he predicted that you'd have earlier and quickly fed it to you before your mood became sour once again. Well, now he knows how to avoid ur angry side.

Kinich arrives home early, with the house being eerily quiet, he quickly throws his bag by the floor, walking up the stairs to check on his shared bedroom to find his beloved wife sleeping soundly on her back, his eyes quickly landing on her rounded belly, mood softening, he kisses her forehead and holds her hands, kissing her soft knuckles. He drops her hands gently before caressing her belly, quickly landing a kiss affectionately on her side before going to the bathroom to change his ragged up clothes.

March 09, 20**

Nearly 5 months have passed, and the baby seems to be growing some consciousness to finally kick in ur belly. You feel the thump as you wake up, realizing that the baby has shown its first signs of communication, you look at Kinich's sleeping face, his long lashes lightly batting as he stares into your glimmering eyes, you trace your hands down his arm to grab onto his hand, guiding it to your rounded belly, "they're kicking..!" you whispered, looking down to your stomach, relieved at the thought of your baby growing healthy. Kinich feels the light thumping against his hand as his eyes widen, quickly rubbing around your belly to check if the baby's kicking anywhere else. At this, you lightly chuckle at his curiosity. Pausing his search, his gaze lands on your face bathed by the sunlight behind the curtains, silently admiring your growing beauty each day. "Have I told you, you're beautiful?" he slightly smiles at your pause before you chuckle lightly, flustered at his compliment.

The hospital light sickens you slightly, as you wait in the cold bed, you initially wanted to make a gender reveal party, but as soon as the doctor entered, your curiosity got the better of you. "Would you like to know the gender of your child?" Kinich looks at you before answering, you quickly nod at his unsaid question, before he nods to the doctor.

Girl, your child would be born as a girl, you quickly look around the dresses you could dress your child in around the baby shop. Kinich holds the cart, his green eyes glued to your figure running around, excitedly checking out whatever could make your baby look like a disney princess, "Kinich! Tell me this dress wouldn't make my princess look like Aurora herself!" Your eyes squint in eagerliness as he finally lands his gaze at the pink puffed dress. It looks huge, but I guess that's what the term "princess" is for, he thinks, he sighs outloud before agreeing with a nod, your squeals vibrating in his ears.

June 12th, 20**

June felt like torture, and you have never felt more tired as the day goes by, Kinich's work taking up more of his time, leading to lack of quality time shared between you two, Your belly felt like it'd explode at any moment due to how heavy it was.

You stayed over at Mualani's house, mainly to catch up and just hang out with her. Initially, you planned to stay over for 2 hours, due to how late you woke up, but the hours passed by faster than you thought, and the night felt darker than ever.

"Hey, you can sleep over here, I wouldn't want you to go out at night alone." Mualani informs, not wanting to risk you into danger out in the night. "I can call Kinich to pick me up, for now I'll just stay in until he comes by if that's fine", you state to her, her excited squeals filling the house as you chuckle.

Kinich knew something was wrong, the person who commission and the idea of the commission was ridiculous itself. He knew he shouldn't have taken this commission, and to make matters worst, he didn't have his phone. Waking up late and leaving in a rush was a huge mistake, with all this stress, he couldn't come up with a way to contact you at all. Apparently, this guy had been ranting on and on about losing a certain family jewelry around an abandoned area, and with Kinich's breakfast deprived brain, unfortunately agreed without asking for more information about what this jewelry even looked like. Stupid, utterly stupid, he thinks to himself, spouting curses everywhere. Looking at the clock on his wrist, he thinks, an Hour from now, and if I don't see a shining glimmering shit, I'll leave, he looks back up to search further in the dusted area.

Kinich hasn't replied, and it's 10 PM, your constant glance at your phone in hopes to get atleast one notification from him worries Mualani.

"He hasn't answered yet?" Mualani questions, thinking deeply before writing X on the center of tic tac toe board you've been playing for atleast 30 minutes from now. "I'm scared. Maybe he has arrived home and he's worried, I knew I should've left a note for him at the fridge", you sigh, writing O on the bottom right of the tic tac toe board. "You know, if that's true, maybe you should just stay here, he's probably tired and can't drive back here to fetch you, not to say he's selfish, but I think it's way safer for you to stay here than go back home." Mualani advises, placing her X on the top left of the board. "I don't know.. I'm really sorry, but I don't think I could even sleep without knowing he's alright." Your eyes droop down, writing O on the top right of the board, Mualani doesn't respond, interrupting your near-victory with her X placed in the middle of ur O's, "I could drive you there, if we see that the lights are open, we can safely assume that he's arrived, if the lights are off, we're coming back here." Mualani says, easing your worries by a slight.

Kinich indeed couldn't find that God Forsaken family jewelry, and what surprises him is how dark the night is, his eyes widen, checking the time.

Kinich fucked up, badly, he ran back to his office as quickly as he could to gather all his belongings. He'd arrive late at times, but never this late. Kinich just hopes you weren't too worried to go out and look for him yourself, specially in the dark of the night.

You were sat at the passenger seat of your car, with Mualani rambling about one of her friends backstabbing her. Her rambles were tuned out due to your worried thoughts wandering back to Kinich, has he gotten himself in trouble? Is he safe, at home? Why isn't he replying at all??

Mualani's voice suddenly toned down to total silence, you break out of your thoughts and see that your house has been lit up, and the door's slightly opened. You eagerly open the car door, thanking Mualani. "Hey! Let me walk you to your house, your belly's practically popping out, jeez.." Mualani hurriedly leaves the car to help you walk to your house. "I can take it from here, thank you so much", you smile at her, incredibly relieved to have Mualani around, "ya sure? I can help you around the house, infact I can stay over you know!" Mualani muses, "I'm pregnant, not diseased, get it right!" You sarcastically reply to her.

"All jokes aside, you suree you can take it? It won't bother me at all to help around the house", Mualani says, you can catch a worried tone in her words, "I'll be fine. Kinich seems to be here anyways, he'll help me around." You reply, suddenly your throat felt dry, something was off. "Oh yeah!.. Totally forgot he was here," Mualani says briefly, you could tell even she felt something off. "Hey, you know-, I mean, I'm not trying to intrude, but I'll just look around with you", she says. In hopes of finally easing her worries, you agree.

Kinich anxiously waits in the taxi, his hair bothering him more and more as he tries brushing them out with his hand. Something's really wrong, the guy who had commissioned him was the cause of all this stress, one of the questions Kinich wonders is why he didn't bother leaving a note. He had said it himself he wanted the jewelry found within the day, if he really had left some sort of jewelry, he'd have atleast compensation for the trouble of trying to find it. Kinich slowly processes this, as his eyes widens.

Kinich rushes hastily around the house, quickly packing his bags to leave.

"Kinich!" Kinich pauses for a second, about to respond that he's late to work, and he can't afford to hear yet another one of his boss' lectures about latecomers.

You hurriedly step down the stairs, Kinich worries at the speed with your current state. "Kinich, your phone! You nearly left it." you frown quickly putting it in his bag.

"Thank you", he replies briefly, pecking your forehead before leaving the house in hurried steps.

Oh what the fuck. The phone's been in his bag the entire time. he messes around his bag in search of his phone.

How could this get worse, one sigh of relief and suddenly you find yourself in a more fucked up situation. His phone was nowhere in his bag. This is bad, really bad..

You and Mualani walk around the house, the door was unlocked this entire time. This worries you further, the fact that Kinich's work stuff is nowhere to be seen makes you feel a lump forming in your throat. Mualani continues to firmly hold you close to her, looking around to see if anything's suspicious.

"I have a really bad feeling about this" Mualani states, helping you with absolutely nothing to ease your worries. "I don't think he's even home", you speak up. "Did you leave the door unlocked?" Mualani questions you, you reply with a shake of your head, "I always leave the door locked, that's why I initially thought Kinich was at home due to the door being unlocked, even though its unlike him to leave it fully unlocked." You speak, processing your words before you realise how bad the situation really is.

Mualani looks over you, her eyes widened in realisation that...someone had broken into your house.

Before you can even think of calling the police, Mualani drops to the ground, red liquid slowly appearing from under her. You look around in panic to see what made her drop to the ground, and lock gazes with an armed man.

Kinich finally arrives, deciding it'd be less time consuming to just walk 10 minutes to his home.

There's something happening, Kinich thinks, no, feels. Something terrible is happening, and with second that passes, Kinich feels more worried than ever, he has to hurry home.

Kinich finally catches a sight of his house, lights are off, but that bad feeling won't go away, infact, it feels like something irreversible has happened by the time he even left his office.

Kinich hurries his steps before resolting to a full sprint back to his house. He arrives at the door, looking around, he sees a familiar car parked at the front of his house. He turns back to the door, quickly trying to open it before realising it has been locked. Kinich searches in his bag further to find the key.

Kinich heaves, his key is nowhere to be found. Kinich's eyes widen in realisation

That man that commissioned him,

That man that had lost a "family jewelry",

That man that for sure took his belongings,

Kinich doesn't complete the thought, rage filling his body before he drops his bag to repeatedly hit the door in hopes to break it down.

Kinich grunts as he breathes out heavily before hitting the door with his side. This is useless, Kinich looks around to the glass window of his house, grabbing his bag to walk away from the window. He silently calculates the range of his throw, before finally launching his bag, shattered pieces of glass loudly hitting the concrete. Kinich couldn't care less before carefully entering the house, stabbed shards digging in his skin.

He looks around the house, and quickly spots Mualani's bleeding body on the floor, his breath caught in his throat. Kinich quickly carries her to the couch, tightly wrapping her stabbed side, Kinich spots a knife.

Kinich does not want to imagine what you could be experiencing right now,

he whispers an apology to Mualani, before hurriedly checking each room of the house.

He passes by the bathroom, he hears a groan of pain,

you.

"[Name]!" he turns back to quickly enter the bathroom, greeted by the most sickening sight ever.

Your bare form, crouched with dark red liquid down your legs, as well as bruises found in each of your limbs, coughing up blood into your hands. Your eyes shakened in pure terror as tears trinkle down your swollen cheeks

Kinich waits anxiously outside your hospital room, the constant beeping sounds irritating him further, as well as unable to remove that ugly view out of his head. How could this have happened? What happened? Where is that man.

"Mr. Malipo?" Kinich perks his head up. The doctor gestures to come into a separate room across yours.

"The child has died due to the injures your wife suffered, they were assaulted and these hits were critical, especially targetted around her stomach." The doctor describes, Kinich holds the urge to puke at the mental image of someone so utterly sick in the head severely harming you.

Kinich can't go home, even if he did, he wouldn't even feel like he was at home, his house was a bloody mess, police were cornering all of it, families of Mualani and yours was overwhelming him with questions. "What happened?" He doesn't know, "how did this happen?" He doesn't want to know. All he wants to do is to see you.

Kinich can't stand sitting down here with his thoughts, seeing you all bruised was mental torture to him, and your unborn child..he doesn't know what to do.

"I need to see her", Kinich states to a nearby doctor. The doctor shakes his head, "Sir, We cannot let you in, we're trying our best to help her, and you will unfortunately be in the way, you can't see her, specially at this state." the doctor states firmly before speaking among his peers. Kinich glares into the back of the doctor's head before remaining sat into his seat, worries filling his head even further than before at the doctors words.

Kinich's finally allowed to see you after hours of waiting, he does not wait for the doctor's words before practically bursting through the door, rushing to your side. your bruises seemed to be less severe, yet still painful to look at. You bat your eyes open from someone tightly clinging to your hand, just to see your husband's green eyes slightly watering at your state.

Sleep slowly worns off of you before you realise why you're here at all, your eyes widens.

You look down to see your bruised stomach has sunk way lower than before. Way less round...

You free your hand from kinich before quickly sitting up to inspect your belly further. "Why's my baby like this?" Your eyes narrows as your eyebrows arch in stress, Kinich's green eyes looks down, finally spilling his tears he's been holding this entire time. Sadly, even with no words spoken, you understood immedietly what had occured.

October 3rd, 20**

Throughout the months, you still continue to grief over your unborn child.

Justice had been instantly served, the man who had broken into your house and physically harmed you had been arrested immedietly, serving a death sentence from the charges now, and the past charges he'd been accused of. Mualani, despite being stabbed, managed to hold on due to Kinich's help in holding her from bleeding out, to which, she fortunately survived.

Yet, Kinich cannot bear this sight of you, you're like a candle that's about to dim from the cold surrounding you, and Kinich, already losing his child, cannot bear to lose you —his beloved wife— too.

Kinich was cooking dinner this time, you layed down on the couch, quiet as ever. You haven't ate normally since then, and Kinich worries that you'll starve to death with this sudden change of routine.

"[Name]", he calls out,

you take a while to reply, he notices, about to call out for you again before hearing your voice hum out. He puts the cover on the pan before walking to you,

His weight dips the couch as you continue still as ever. Kinich wipes his hands on his knees before facing you.

"Would you like to...adopt a cat?" He hesitates to question, unsure if that could unintentionally trigger you. He stares at you to check on how you'd react.

To his surprise, your attention seems to finally land on him, and your eyes slowly lights up in interest before you speak up, "Can we...- I...really take care of them?" Kinich furrows his eyebrows, "We, and yes, what had transpired back then was not your fault", It was mine, he pauses in his thoughts before continuing "that sick man has nothing to do with how we are." he gently intertwines your hands together. bringing your hand to his lips to peck it affectionately.

Your eyes shaken at this, and turn watery at the thought, sitting up to pull your husband into your embrace, "do you blame yourself for what happened..?" You inquire. Kinich pauses, he doesn't reply, but he does dig his face deeper into your neck, you feel something wet soak it before you realise that it's his tears. You smile cheekily, trying to see his face, but his grip tightens into your waist as he sobs into your shoulders, gripping your shirt tightly as ever.

November 4th, 20**

On the way home after finishing up his work, Kinich drives back home, stopping by a nearby drug store to find something to snack on.

Closing the door, Kinich holds the paper bag in his hand, walking up to his parked car. He swiftly enters the car before turning on the engine, he looks up ahead to spot a..tiny black kitten. Kinich sighs before leaving the car.

Kinich reaches his arm to catch the kitten, but to his frustration, the kitten seemed to be playing games with him, running to the other side of the car whenever he got too close to his fur. Kinich grunts before reaching for his car keys, purposely making it beep to stunt the kitten before snatching the feline quickly before it could think.

Kinich hurriedly makes it run to the ground, before hesitating. You and him planned to have a kitten together, why not just take this one home? the kitten looked like it needed a home anyways.

Kinich hold the squirming kitten firmly before gently placing it on the passenger seat, the desperate screams of the kitten was not avoided, Kinich could tell this kitten probably did not have a good experience with humans, specially with a part of his head being bloody, this kitten was lucky to even survive a day out in the wild.

Waking up, you feel a weird furry feeling rubbing your neck before you blink and meet gaze with a strange black kitten and its big green eyes. You pause, before squealing in happiness. Kinich smiles before going to sleep, finally, this could be a new start for you.

[womenloverlmao]

Y'all know how I am on the girl dad! Spencer with a pregnant! wife reader GUYS

sweet creature ~ s.r.

‘Wherever I go, you bring me home’

Summary: Spencer calls you when he’s missing home.

Warnings: pregnant!reader x husband!spencer, reader is in her second pregnancy and they already have a 3 y/o daughter, spencer is, again, a huge softie, calls you sweetheart, he's called away on an urgent case and misses you, reader is almost in third trimester, they fall asleep on the phone, cuties, inspired by sweet creature by harry styles, fluff and comfort

Category: Fluff x Comfort

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Spencer Reid deserved to get married and have children but he has to be a girl dad and I don't make the rules. I just know he would be the most sweet, caring and loving husband/dad in the world. Anyways I kind of had to do something to this song because I saw it live (Wembley N4 I’ll miss you forever). Enjoy!!

You were exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Being 7 and a half months pregnant and taking care of your 3 year old daughter alone had never been part of the plan. In fact, Spencer was supposed to be working either in office or from home during the later stages of your pregnancy, but a serious case meant that he was needed urgently by the BAU. With only 8 hours notice he was in Florida, and suddenly he was approximately 920.4 miles away from you.

It was around 9pm, and you’d been eagerly awaiting a phone call from your husband. You’d blame your anxiety on the hormones, but you knew it wasn’t just that. You’d always been like this whenever he was away, and you never quite managed to properly adjust to how much travelling his job required. Lizzie, your daughter, was laid next to you in the bed you and Spencer shared, asleep on his side of the bed. She was the same as you whenever her dad was away, even if she didn’t quite understand his job. She was a daddy’s girl, and if sleeping on Spencer’s side of the bed helped her to feel that little bit closer to him when he was away, you would let her. Her curly light brown hair was sprawled across the pillow which she drooled on, unconscious.

Your phone was on silent so the ringer didn’t wake her up, but as soon as you felt the persistent buzzing and Spencer’s name appeared on the screen, you stood, stretching slightly before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind you, simultaneously swiping the button to answer the call.

“Hi.” You whispered softly, cautious not to wake up your sleeping three-year-old who was in the next room.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?” Spencer’s sweet voice spoke over the phone.

“Hanging on. I managed to settle Lizzie after she cried because you couldn’t tuck her in tonight.. Little one has been quiet for now, but I just know that she’ll start getting active as soon as I attempt to sleep.” You spoke with a soft smile on your face at the thought of the little life growing inside of you whilst you tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a hand on your round bump, rubbing it gently.

You heard Spencer sigh over the phone. “I miss you. I saw the three of you this morning and it feels like I haven’t seen you in months.” He chuckled. Spencer was alone in his hotel room, and it felt strangely quiet. Unfamiliar. If Spencer was home, you’d be asleep in his arms by now, your soft snores echoing in the darkness of your bedroom. Pregnancy was tiring, after all. But you struggled to sleep without each other, and you knew that. Your house may as well have been cold and empty to you without him there. Your house wasn’t your home. Spencer was, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. That was why he’d called.

“Any new symptoms? At around the seven month mark, you should expect to experience some shortness of breath, discomfort which may lead to difficulty moving, frequent urination, lightheadedness caused by the baby putting pressure on your blood vessels which can slow blood flow, fatigue-” He began to reel off pregnancy symptoms until he was cut off by your sleepy laugh.

“Spence, you’ve been gone for less than a day. You don’t have to worry about me. I feel the same as I did earlier.” You giggled.

“And that is?” He questioned. You could picture him furrowing his eyebrows, and the thought of it made your heart warm.

“Achey, tired, like a whale, hungry..” You listed, and you already knew he was going to give you advice on how to deal with your symptoms. He’d done more than enough research on pregnancy when JJ was first pregnant with Henry, and since then he’d unexpectedly found himself helping a woman give birth on a case.

“You need to rest. It’s late and that’s one of the only things that could help with your symptoms right now apart from physical activity, but I doubt you’d want to do any exercise at the moment,” He instructed, and you knew that he was being serious, even with his light tone. You’d think that you’d know more about pregnancy than Spencer, with you being mid-way through your second pregnancy, but he knew everything. Whilst anybody else might have been surprised by that, you weren’t. He’d done extensive research on the topic, after all, and he continued to. “And I can also guarantee you that you don’t look like a whale.” He added, and you could hear his smile in his voice.

“That’s what you think. I can hardly move, and when I do I waddle. I waddle, Spencer!” You pouted, and you could hear him laugh.

“Well I’m sure you look beautiful whilst you waddle.” He teased.

After a few quiet conversations between the two of you, 9pm turned to 11:30pm, and you could feel your mind wanting to drift off as your conversations slowly turned into Spencer spouting off random facts whilst you listened, his voice soothing you as though he was there with you. You decided to go back upstairs and tuck yourself into bed whilst he talked, placing your phone on the nightstand. He wasn’t really next to you, but it was close enough. You knew Lizzie wouldn’t wake up between Spencer’s soft words, the low volume your phone was on and her tendency to be a heavy sleeper. However, Spencer soon realised you were responding to him less and less.

“Sweetheart?” He said quietly, and you hummed in response, already drifting off. “Do you want me to hang up?” He asked, and your eyes snapped open. “No. Uh, I mean, I’d like it if you could just… stay on the line.” You said quietly, and he understood what you meant.

“Of course,” He responded, “Good night. I love you.” He said, and you said it back.

Soon enough, you fell asleep, and if he closed his eyes, he could picture you there next to him, your soft snores echoing around his hotel room. That was all he needed to relax, and Spencer soon found himself drifting off to sleep, feeling like he was at home. Feeling like he was with his home.

You brought him home.

[witdeficient]

[koldunyakiramman]

Haikyuu Headcanons on doing homework together ༉‧₊˚.

characters: Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Asahi, Lev

tags: fluff, comfort

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Bokuto ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

will always be a little late because he oversleeps and feels bad about it

tries to do homework at first, but gives up 5 minutes later

is trying to get some attention by distracting you from doing your homework, and gets upset if you don't give him any

builds towers out of pens and proudly shows them to you

puts his head down on your shoulder, and takes peaks at your notes, so he can copy them

keeps asking if you can take a break even though he hasn't done anything

randomly starts singing some lyrics

Akaashi ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

is focused on the studying, but still glances at you from time to time to make sure if you need help

explains the things you don't understand as often as you need to and stays calm

is passionate about teaching you new things and doesn't make you feel stupid

makes sure you feel comfortable, doesn't push you, and listens to you

shows acts of service by bringing you water and snacks, so you don't feel overwhelmed

usually wears glasses while studying

Kuroo ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

he finishes his homework very quickly, so he can spend the rest of the time concentrating on you

once in a while he will take away your notebook and hold it in the air, so you can't reach it

if he notices that you've made a mistake, he'll most likely comment on it in a friendly way

will play with your hair, and hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, when he's bored

adores your smartness and is fascinated every time he sees you solving difficult terms

always notices small details about your outfit and compliments you on your appearance

Asahi ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

will always greet your entire family when he's in your home

your pet loves Asahi and will always jump on him and ask for cuddles

as you study, he will ask you questions about how your day went

feels a little embarrassed every time he doesn't understand something

will feel overwhelmed when you ask him for help, even if he knows the right answer

stutters a bit while explaining and apologizes for it

encourages you when you don't understand something and compares you to him to show how intelligent you are

Lev ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

get's excited to spend your time with you, even though he doesn't like studying

will sit with both of his legs on the chair and swing from side to side

is more interested in what you are doing, than what he has to do

he's very direct and will tell you about the mistakes you've made

teases you about your height out of context

loves to touch and hold your hand because of the size difference

will tell you about his new achievements in volleyball and how other team members are proud of him

asks you every five minutes if you are done

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["Merry Christmas, Honey Badger!"]

𝙒𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣 (𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩!𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚)

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 0.6k

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮/𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Wade sets a Christmas Party.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: Fluff, comfort, just them being all cute and domestic and Logan not being used to affection.

Wade always made a point to decorate the apartment on holidays and celebrate them properly. He didn't had that on his fucked up childhood, so it's important to him. Althea told Logan that, so he was playing along even though he didn't really care about those things. He cares about Wade.

Wade gave him really cheesy matching Christmas sweaters with their faces on them, and he hated them. But he wore it anyway. Logan wearing the one with a little Deadpool and Wade wearing one with a little Wolverine.

It was stupid, but it made Wade happy. Logan liked him smiling, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"We look so cute, peanut! Don't you think, Al? Oh, right, you can't see."

"Fuck off, jerk." The old lady spat.

"Well, I wish you could smell how adorable we look right now."

Logan grinned and shook his head. He was doing this more often, he realized. Smiling.

Mary Puppins walks in with her tongue out and Wade quickly scoops her up, the dog licking his face excitedly.

"Come to daddy, baby!"

"Oh, god. You got one for the dog, too?" Logan scowl when he sees dogpool wearing a little Christmas sweater just like them.

"Of course I did! She's our daughter!" The merc replies, holding Mary Puppins up as she wiggles. "Aren't you the cuttest little thing? Yes, you are!"

...

Wade invited the whole gang over: Laura, Yukio, Ellie, Peter... other side characters who didn't have any lines... And he may have cooked a feast - wearing his little "Kiss the cook" apron - and got gifts for everyone. He's cheesy like that. He's got a family now, and he doesn't take them for granted.

It was opening gifts time, and everyone was exchanging presents and there were a lot of "thank you's" and hugs.

It was still all foreign to Logan. He lived the past years all alone, and holidays like this used to be all the same to regular days where he would just drown himself in bottles of whiskey and be miserable.

But this family was nice. He felt like if Wade did, then he could belong, too.

Maybe he wasn't the Wolverine he should be, but Laura still seemed to like him and wanted to bond with him despite how fucked up he is. Wade adored him, and his friends were all kind to him.

Maybe he didn't have to be miserable forever. Maybe he could put his past behind and make a future in this new universe.

"For you." Wade announced, holding out a small wrapped box in front of Logan who was sitting on the couch. "Open."

Logan took the box and Wade sits beside him, tapping his fingers excitedly on his knees.

He unwraps it and when he opens it he sees dog tags that looked very alike the ones he had. He lost them in his universe while he was black out drunk.

But as he grabbed to examine them, he noticed this one's different.

On one side, it read: 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣, and when he turned it around, it read:

"𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚"

He could feel his heart aching as he grabbed the tags tight.

"Did you make this?"

"Yeah! I didn't really know what to get you, so I- Oh my god- Are you crying?!"

"No." Logan lied, fighting back an insistent tear.

"Oh god, I can't believe I made Wolverine cry!"

"Shut up."

"Come here, honey badger." Wade coos, hugging Logan in a soft embrace.

Logan doesn't hug back, but he also doesn't pull away. He wouldn't admit, but he needed it a bit. So he just sniffed as he let Wade hold him.

And he may hide it under his shirts, but after that, he never took the tags off. Rubbing them affectionately like he used to do with his old ones. Except these were so more meaningful.

[End.]

Hope you liked it! I wanted to make a cute poolverine holiday fic, so he ya go! Them being all cute and domestic it's so important to me.