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ambassadorarlert · 2 years ago

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3:15 AM

genre: fluff, domestic bliss warnings: emetophobia (baby vomit lol) word count: 1k a/n: prompt list. i've been seeing a lot of dadmin stuff and had to chime in. this totally isnt a self indulgent. not at all.

The only reason you had gotten out of bed was because you could hear the desperate wailing of an upset infant down the hall, and Armin was nowhere in sight. Your instincts pulled you to follow and investigate. You peeped through the crack of the nursery door, watching and listening to Armin pace across the floor and shushing desperately.

Armin was clearly struggling. You decided not to watch anymore, and opened the door. Armin jumped and quickly turned around when he heard the squeaky floorboard under your foot.

“What are you doing! You’re not supposed t-to be out of bed!” Armin gasped at the sight of you standing up.

You were taken aback by his appearance too. His eyes were red and swollen, as well as his cheeks that were tear stained. The baby girl, so little and so frail in his giant hands and strong arms, was just as crimson in the face as her father was. Her shrill cries echoed off of the walls, you almost covered your ears.

“Are you crying?” You asked. Armin blinked his eyelids rapidly. He looked between you and the baby, unsure of where to begin in describing the situation.

“I-” He stammered.

Only three days had passed since your little girl had been born, and Armin was still learning how to handle and care for a new baby. So far, he felt like he had been doing a good job. He changed every diaper, made sure her bottle was not too hot or cold, and always made sure to support her neck. Armin had even made her smile a few times when he used his pinky to tickle her nose.

Perhaps he thought that to himself too soon, as tonight she was quite unhappy. She toyed with Armin and the bottle. She’d sucked for a moment or two, then spit it back out. Maybe she just wasn’t that hungry, and she didn’t want to mindlessly naw on a pacifier either. Her pants were also clean. Armin sang, hummed, spoke to her sweetly. He asked her what the matter was as if she would outright tell him. No amount of rocking, swaying, or bouncing could satisfy her which made Armin’s anxieties spiral.

What if she was in pain? What if she had an itch she couldn’t scratch? What if there was nothing he could do? Or, worse, what if he was somehow the problem? The tears of defeat began to pour, he couldn’t hold them back if he tried. Intrusive and destructive thoughts fogged his vision. Was he really so useless that he couldn’t even make his own child happy? Armin wasn’t sure if it was just him, or if the baby's cries were getting louder. His elbows were growing sore from holding her for two hours straight. His temples were pounding like drums, and he was quite exhausted. This night would be his fourth all-nighter in a row.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong! She won’t s-stop crying, I’ve done ev-everything!” Armin hiccupped as he explained. His lips quivered and more salty tears raced down his cheeks.

“Let me take her.” You offered.

You met Armin in the middle, reaching out your arms to take the baby from him. The only relief he felt was stretching out his arms. A dark cloud of fatherhood rained on his shoulders. Once you had the baby comfortable, the crying eased but not by much. Armin went in to explain all the things he had done to try and sooth her as he helped you sit in the rocking chair in the corner. From what you understood, he had done everything right.

“Sometimes babies just cry.” You said simply. Armin’s frown deepened.

“Just… because?” He wondered.

You nodded. Armin found that hard to believe. He couldn’t imagine his precious little girl crying just because she felt like it. There had to be a reason, and there had to be something he could do. Armin twiddled with his fingers. He watched as you rocked back and forth, baby on your shoulder and patting her backside with your palm.

After a dozen or so pats, she let out a burp that could have come from a grown person. You both made shocked and unexpected faces at each other. You could feel her little frame deflate slightly against your shoulder. Silence suddenly fell, it made Armin’s ears ring. Bricks had been lifted from his chest. He let out a long, exasperated sigh. Before Armin could even ask, and you knew he would, you passed the baby back to him. He looked at you as if you had performed a miracle.

“You’re amazing.” He breathed, taking her back.

Just as Armin was bringing her to his chest, she spit up right onto his shirt. The soiled shirt did not bother him. How could he be mad anyway, she was just too cute now that she had expelled her discomfort. You clapped a hand to your lips to stop yourself from blatantly laughing out loud. Armin chuckled awkwardly.

“I believe she just puked half her body weight onto me.” Armin half-joked. The redness in his face had faded to a flush pink, and his eyes had cleared.

You stood up, taking the soiled baby from his arms again.

“I’ll handle this. You go change. Then, try and get some sleep.”

“I’ll be back in just a second.” Armin softly promised.

He put a kiss to your forehead gently, and then to the baby twice as much. You snorted as he stripped his shirt off before he could completely leave the room. You looked down at your daughter in your arms. Her eyes were starting to roll back, sleep finally calling to her. She had your hair color, lips and chin. However, her nose, eyes, and eyebrows were Armin’s. A perfectly split image of you both. You gave each of her little fists a kiss, as well as the bottoms of her wrinkly feet.

“You’re going to drive him mad, aren’t you?”

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whiskehorange · 3 years ago

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Concept: imagine what Sundrop sounds like. Nervous giggles broken with a shy gasp, questioning what it is that you’re doing to him, but so trusting. He’s never been touched before. It’s something so human, and yet it awakens every burning wire in his body. Soft sounds grow louder, gaining intensity until his noises are broken with a startled cry of pleasure. (“A-aaaahh-h-huhn!”) He twitches, back curving upwards with a shuddering strain. Sweet cries, moaning fully for you, metallic whines and squeals as he whimpers your name. And when he reaches climax, he lets out the sweetest, most desperate sound, keening and euphoric. He comes down from the high with a series of blissful sighs, high-pitched and a little bit ruined. And he tells you he’s yours, and that he loves you so much.

Anon I love and agree with you but I have a funny opinion on... animatronic "smut" 😭

I love these men and women and don't get me wrong, them being made out of metal doesn't stop any of us from loving them but I have to draw the line somewhere oml because I can't help but laugh at the way some people reach for normal smut plots with robots.

Okay now listen I'm gonna be honest with all of you and you can either laugh with me or laugh at me because I'm taking this so seriously but I think it's a bit funny:

Animatronics can't climax and don't have.... the baby "goop." I firmly believe that if a relationship with one that was intimate physically they would be.... Okay look just let me make some headcannons points about intimacy with an animatronic!!

Also those of you who are going to be negative can literally leave. While I myself don't cling to closely to these animatronics "sexually" is because of the close nature to kids that they have some of them aren't connected to one in either way but look I'll get more into that in these bullet points

My PERSONAL HC's for animatronic intimacy:

Once again, I think it's odd to write these robots with sperm or the ability to climax, they're fucking robots, it just makes me laugh but other than that we're just here for a good time so I'm not actually mad or pressed about anything, I just don't find it personally... in my taste. I do try to write and think as cannon as I can but we all go outside of the box to have a good time

With the inability to climax, I do think that these animatronics, as soft as Freddy to as ignorant as Montgomery, "sex" in these situations would be all about you and your pleasure, no matter how they treat you during it. The intimacy stops when you're ready because they have no need to "finish"

I actually am I little bit on the fence with Sun/Moon intimacy right now because they're entire programming and protocol involve children. While the two of them themselves aren't, something about it doesn't sit right with me. Now mind you again I am a heavy Sundrop simp and love him to death but seeing some of these people (not you anon!!) write for him being "risky" is a giant no-no and I can't get on board with it

That's why I've refrained from doing any sort of work with him and I'm very picky on what I read and support for either of them. I've seen this problem with a lot of new fnaf fans and it's getting a bit out of hand. Also keep in mind that the fandom and every fandom for that matter has a plethora of NSFW work and it's always been like this for the fnaf fandom in general but there are a lot of lines being crossed with the ideas and audios for Security Breach

I am in no way shape or form saying that NSFW shouldn't exist and that stuff form Sun & Moon and whoever shouldn't exist, I'm just giving my personal idea of how I'd write for them and the problems that come along with it. I have read my fair share of smut and NSFW for everything you could imagine but when I stumble across people throwing Gregory into the mix or having a "risky" plot point with any animatronic I draw the line. These robots work at a children's attraction and you get off to the idea of getting caught? By who, children? I understand adults work there too but it's too close to being "illegal," in simpler terms, that I don't agree with it

I really hope I don't hurt anyones feelings writing like this? I mean if you defend anything that has a child + NSFW point then you should get the fuck off of my page anyways but I hope that made sense. Once again this is not an attack at you anon, just my thoughts about it in general! I find nothing "wrong" with what you said in particular

#glamrock freddy #glamrock animatronics #fnaf security breach #montgomery gator #fnaf

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Ch. 29: Happiest Place on Earth (Vacation/Roadtrip)

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Marinette blinks at her dad, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

“B, you have a private jet. Why the fuck are we driving?” Jason asks, and Marinette swears his eye twitches.

“I thought it would be nice to do a family vacation the normal way, complete with a road trip.” Her dad says and Marinette frowns. Now? Now is when he decides to be normal?

“Father, we can not all leave. Someone must stay behind to patrol and watch over Gotham. As much as it pains me, I will stay.” Damian says, and Marinette resists the urge to whack him. It wasn’t going to hurt him at all to get to stay, he was doing it on purpose. She wanted to go on vacation with her brothers and dad and Selina, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with them being so close to her for over fifteen hours in an enclosed vehicle.

“No need. Clark said he would make sure to listen for any extreme trouble, Stephanie and Barbara will still be here, and if all else fails we’ll use the Zeta tubes to get back.” Her dad says, his tone filled with finality. This was serious. He was really going to do this to them.

“Well, I’ll drive the second car. And I call Pix-”

“We don’t need to take two vehicles, Jason. Selina and I went out and bought a new car that will seat all of us perfectly, and there’s plenty of room in the back for luggage.” He says, and Marinette makes eye contact with Damian. His face says ‘fix this’, but all she can do is shrug. There was no way she was going to be able to save all of them from this one. Their dad looked way too determined. Alfred had somehow managed to plan his own trip to England to line up perfectly with their trip, which meant he was saved from the inevitable horror the trip would bring.

---

Marinette was willing to bet that her dad had never been on a road trip before. She honestly doubted he’d ever seen a movie with a road trip before, because if he had, they would most definitely not be on one. Even movies with road trips show how awful they are. Sure, the family is smiling by the end, but that’s because they’ve come up with a foolproof murder plan. Marinette frowns and blinks. She’d definitely been spending way too much time with Damian.

She had even tried to convince her dad to use Kaalki, even though he hated magic. In fact, Kaalki had begged as well. But no. So Kaalki was riding in the spare tire shell on the back of the car, unwilling to sit with her brothers for so long. Not that she could blame the Kwami. They were only an hour into the drive (that was scheduled to take fifteen hours and forty five minutes, not including breaks or traffic). She wasn’t too upset with the seating arrangement, but it had been calm so far. Too calm. Her dad and Selina were, of course, in the front. The next row, which also contained bucket seats, had Dick (he claimed one of the seats as the oldest) and Tim (who had to sit there because he got horribly carsick). That meant that she was stuck in the very back, sitting between Damian and Jason. But that was fine, they’d gotten along so far. They could keep it up for another fifteen hours, right?

---

They couldn’t even keep it up for another five minutes. Jason reached behind her and whacked Damian, which made him let out a battle cry, one that was way too loud for the car, before turning and attacking Jason again. She wasn’t sure how Tim was still asleep, even with his headphones on, but she supposed it was for the best. She really didn’t want to deal with her brother’s car sickness this early in the trip.

“This family is a fucking nightmare!” Jason yells, kneeing the back of Dick’s seat. Marinette glares at him and his dramatics. He was definitely trying to get their dad to turn the car around and switch to the jet. But Marinette had a feeling that instead of turning around, he’d drive even slower.

“Jay, I love you. But if you don’t stop screaming, they’ll never find your body.” Marinette whispers with a smile. Jason frowns, elbowing her gently.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be all over this shit.” He says with a huff. Marinette narrows her eyes.

“What, annoying shit?” She whispers snarkily, and Jason blinks. She frowns, until she realizes what she said. “Don’t tell dad!” She begs, latching onto Jason’s arm.

“Bruce!” Jason yells. Marinette yelps and covers his mouth.

“Jason, I am begging you not to do this.” She says, making eye contact with her dad in the rearview mirror and smiling awkwardly. “He was just guessing for, um, uh, I spy!” She yells, sighing in relief as he just nods and turns back to talk to Selina more. She’s about to give Jason an ultimatum, when he licks her hand. She gasps, yanking her hand back and wiping it on her pants with a frown.

“Karma!” Jason declares and Marinette huffs.

“No, it was just gross you mega jerk.” She says.

“Could I have the aux cord?” Dick asks suddenly. Marinette watches amusedly as Jason lunges forward to try and rip the cord from him.

“No, B, why would you give it to him?” He yells, trying to reach it, but unable to because of the seatbelt.

“I think you’re old enough to take turns, Jason. It’s not the end of the world letting Dick use the aux cord.” Dad says, and Dick cheers, plugging the cord into his phone. It’s completely silent for a moment, before ABBA suddenly blasts through the speakers. Marinette turns to Damian, her face stuck in a deadpan expression.

“I know you have a knife. Kill me, please. Or at least stab me badly enough that we have to stop.” She instructs, her eye twitching as Dick starts singing off key.

“If I had two, I would. But I refuse to allow you to escape this hell and leave me to deal with it by myself. If I am stuck here, ukht, then so are you.” Damian says, his tone just as flat.

“Nuh uh. Either all of the resurrected bitches get to die, or none of us do.” Jason pipes up and Marinette sighs.

“Completely unfair, but whatever.” She says, as a horrible thought suddenly crosses her mind. “Oh my god.” She says.

“What?” Damian asks. She pinches the bridge of her nose, and lets out a long breath before looking at her brother sadly.

“We have to drive all the way back, too.” She says, and chaos erupts in the backseat.

---

Jason glares at Bruce in the rearview mirror, waiting for the man to look back and notice him. He finally, finally does, and Jason just grins at Bruce’s responding sigh.

“What?” He asks, and Jason frowns.

“What, can I not just glare at you for no reason?” He asks, snorting at the overly done look on B’s face. “Okay, okay. I was just gonna ask you to stop at the next gas station. I need to walk around, my legs are literally dead.” He says.

“How? I thought Marinette was lying on your legs?” B says and Jason huffs.

“Yeah, she is, but I’m also scrunched up back here because Replacement just had to have the other good seat. I have long legs, B, I’m dying.” Jason says.

“Tt. If you were dying, I would not be forced to hear your voice.” Damian snarks, not even opening his eyes. Jason opens his mouth to argue, but is stopped by a finger raising slowly into the air.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” Pix says before dropping her finger back down and shifting around. Jason just rolls his eyes, trying hard not to smile at his baby sister. Maybe he could wait to walk a little longer. He leans up against the window, letting the soft noises of the car lull him to sleep.

---

Marinette Dupain Cheng was not dressed to impress as she walked into the random McDonalds, somewhere in North Carolina. Her dad had wanted to drive the whole way in one day, so at the last stop before she fell asleep, she’d changed into a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks and one of Jason’s old hoodies. Add in slides and a messy bun that could be mistaken for an abstract art exhibit, and Marinette was not willing to talk to anyone. At least, not until she had some coffee. She’s barely able to order her food before she’s following her brothers to a table in the corner. Sitting in the seat between Tim and Jason, she doesn’t even blink at the oddly stick table. It was six in the morning, the cleanliness of a table wasn’t exactly her number one priority. She narrows her eyes as Dick tries to say something to her, not quite able to comprehend his words. Just as she thinks she’s going to fall asleep on the sticky table, a huge cup is placed in her hands. The smell makes her sigh in relief before she takes a giant swig of the coffee, barely registering how hot it is.

“-nette! God, that was definitely too hot.” Dick says. Marinette blinks, the pain in her mouth finally helping her to register the fact that the coffee was too hot. Way too hot.

“Ouch.” She says quietly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Kid, you’ve gotta be more careful.” Dick says, passing her another cup. She glances at it wearily and he sighs. “It’s a glass of ice water. It’s gonna feel a lot better than the coffee right now.”

“But, coffee.” She says and Dick gives her a look.

“It’s not going to kill you to drink the water. Now eat up. B wants to get back on the road as soon as possible.” Dick instructs and she groans at the food he passes her.

“You are such a dad.” She mumbles, picking apart the weird hash brown patty he’d passed her, eating small pieces of it.

“I officially hate road trips.” Damian says in a matter-of-fact tone. Marinette glances at him sleepily and grins.

“Just wait til we get to Disney, petit oiseau. That’ll be your own personal hell.” She promises him, snorting at the look on his face. In fact, she doubted any of the family would actually enjoy Disneyworld, given the fact Mar’i and Starfire were off planet again. Well, she knew she would enjoy it. But she doubted her brothers or dad would. Selina would enjoy it, until someone inevitably pisses her off and she steals from them and then gets in a major fight with her dad and- yeah. This was definitely one of her dad’s worst plans ever.

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Dick insists on taking a family picture at the first rest stop inside Florida. He’s grinning at the palm trees and dolphins painted on the ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign with so much excitement, Marinette almost starts to think that this plan wasn’t awful. Almost. Because three seconds later, Damian is charging at Jason with the katana that he had somehow managed to sneak into the car. Which should have been impossible. She purses her lips as she tries to figure it out, when she sees Kaalki and the wide smile on their face.

“Did you open a portal so that Damian could get his sword and attack Jason?” Marinette asks Kaalki tiredly. She was relieved that her dad had decided they would spend the rest of the day at the hotel (once they finally got there, they were still currently stuck at that stupid welcome sign) instead of trying to go to Disney today. She was exhausted, and right now, the Kwami was not helping.

“I only helped him. He’s so small, and he is your brother, you know.” Kaalki says and Marinette snorts.

“So is the one that he’s currently trying to kill, Kaalki. But okay, sure.” She says, rubbing her face tiredly. She did not have the energy to deal with this right now. She sighs as Jason yells, turning on her heel and rushing after Damian.

“Get the fuck away!” Jason screams at Damian.

“Damian, no, drop the sword! Damian, please!” Marinette yells, rushing after him.

“Todd insists that he’s bunking with me. If he’s dead, I don’t have to worry about that.” Damian calls back, continuing rushing towards Jason. Marinette groans, running faster after him. Apparently, he was excessively crabby when tired. Joy.

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“Do you think I could get away with wearing these all the time?” Dick asks, pointing to the Toy Story themed ears on his head.

“Might make some aspects of life a little hard.” Marinette points out with a grin as she imagines him, in his Nightwing uniform, with Toy Story ears on.

“We’d definitely amuse more villains, that’s for damn sure.” Jason adds with a smirk.

“Like yours are much better.” Dick says with a pout, pointing at Jason’s bright red Lightning McQueen ears.

“At least I’m wearing one of the better Disney characters.” Jason counters, glancing at Tim. Tim just frowns at him, sleep deprivation clear on his face.

“Goofy is one of the original Disney characters, Jason, I will not be accepting criticism.” He says flatly. Marinette giggles.

“What’re you laughing at sparkles?” Tim asks, pointing at the sparkles and huge bow attached to her ears.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, Timmy.” She says with a grin. She glances down at her watch, wondering what’s taking her dad so long. “Mo-Selina, do you think Dad’s alright?” Marinette asks, barely catching herself. She hadn’t asked Selina, or her Dad, if it was okay to call her that. And she didn’t want to be the kid to ruin the vacation. She currently had money on Jason being the one to ruin things, and she didn’t want to self sabotage that bet.

“Oh definitely. He’s probably just having trouble finding the perfect ears. After all, animal ears aren’t really his thing.” Selina teases, giving Marinette’s shoulders a quick squeeze. She grins and leans into her, content as she stands there and watches the door waiting for- yup. That was her dad. Walking out of a store, in public, with Mickey Mouse ears on his head. Oh this is amazing.

“Nice ears, B.” Jason teases and Marinette giggles. Sure, his ears were the most basic out of everyone (just plain black) but it was still hilarious to see her usually serious dad with mouse ears on his head.

“Tt. I cannot believe that you insisted we all wear them.” Damian complains, but Marinette can tell he likes his ears, even if he won’t admit it. They were Stitch themed, which was Damian’s favorite Disney movie. Really, it was one of three that she’d found that he could tolerate.

“I think you all look adorable.” Selina teases, her ears, like Marinette’s, were on a headband rather than a hat. And Selina’s were white with a veil. Marinette adored them.

“Can we please go get some coffee at Friar Nook’s?” Tim asks, looking dead on his feet. She frowns, slightly worried. They’d only been at the park for half an hour and he was already ready to pass out?

“Did you not sleep at all last night?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing but still concerned for him.

“Blame Dick. He snored all. Night. Long.” Tim complains, sighing deeply. Marinette winces.

“Why don’t you switch with Jason? He can sleep through anything.” She suggests.

“Absolutely not.”

“I would rather chew off my own foot.” Tim and Damian speak at the same time, turning to glare at each other before huffing.

“Come on, let’s go do some rides or something.” Dad suggests, and Marinette agrees, trying her best to hype up her brothers. Even though she’d been wary of the trip, and she was still NOT looking forward to the trip back, she could tell her dad wanted this to go well. He was obviously trying to let them have once nice (normal) vacation together. So she was going to do her best to make sure the rest of the trip was as amazing as possible.

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years ago

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I love your writing! Can I ask for a ficlet, before jake and Amy knew about the pregnancy, where Amy cries for everything and jake tries to comfort her?

(they figured out the Mac-emotions she was having pretty quickly so I feel like there weren't many instances where Jake had to comfort Amy without knowing what was up, so I hope you're okay with this being bébé 2's work)

There's soft sobs coming from the living room, and they're not the toddler kind - they shouldn't be, either, since the only toddler in question is currently making playnoises from an entirely different room down the hallway - so Jake is quick to jog over to the couch to find his wife in pieces, tears streaking down her face as she stares at the television.

"What's wrong, babe?" He cards a hand through her hair before sitting down and pulling her into a hug, but she only points at the tv, which is playing an animal documentary of all things - not exactly a good source for emotional turmoil. Amy usually likes the soothing voice of Sir David Attenborough, but something must've been terrible to get her into this state.

"The- the Mama bird." She hiccups and presses deeper into his arms. "She- she has to work so hard to get the nest right. There's not enough sticks!"

"Okay?" He gives the screen a good look, where some sort of giant stork is building something. "It looks like she's doing a really good job, Ames."

"It's just so hard!" She sobs again before pushing her face into his neck, and he makes the executive decision to turn off the tv before he softly sways her, glad she's not looking up to see his "WTF?"-face turn into an "Wait a minute"-expression as his brain catches up.

-*-

Her shoulders are shaking when he carries Mac into the kitchen for breakfast, and even with her back turned to them and facing the coffee machine he can tell she's crying from her body posture.

Luckily Mac doesn't put up much of a fuss getting strapped into his high chair this time, and after handing him a rice husk to chew on before actual food, Jake can walk over to Amy to wrap his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"What's wrong, babe?" He whispers softly, and is glad to feel her lean back against him for comfort.

"The stupid machine hates me." She points a shaky finger towards the coffee maker. "It won't close and I keep pushing the buttons but it's only beeping and it hates me." He hears a sniffle as he inspects the accused machinery in front of him.

"You got the filter in the wrong way." He says carefully while he fixes it, his arms still around her as he swaps the pot and filter around, pushes it all back in and presses a button to make the wole thing come to life and start bubbling away.

She whines, quietly, and Jake is quick to wrap his arms around her again.

"It hates me."

"You're just tired, babe. It's a cruel irony that you need coffee to be awake enough to make coffee sometimes."

She rubs her eyes while he kisses her cheek, before letting go to get Mac his usual breakfast banana and yoghurt mush, but there's a slightly stronger suspicion creeping up from the back of his head. He tries his hardest not to let it show in the big grin their little boy gets with his airplane-spoon.

-*-

"We need a new mattress." Her voice is far too strained for such a simple statement, and he considers flicking his sidetable lamp back on to see her face in the dark of their bedroom, but scooches closer to her instead and hearing that tell-tale sniffle.

"Why, Ames? We still got warranty on it, and it's fine-"

"There's just no way to lie comfortably anywhere!" She hiccups while fruitlessly punching the pillow underneath her, shifting around and around in frustration.

"Hey." He pulls her arms towards her, and the rest of her too, blanketing her in a comfortable enough hug to make her sigh into his chest. She shivers when his hands run up and down her sides, and a massaging press into her lower back gets him a soft little whine and a few more tears soaking into his shirt.

"This hurts?" He asks carefully as his fingers continue to rub softer circles around her back dimples, but a shake of her head makes him press in a bit harder.

"Helps, actually." She mumbles against his chest as his massage continues, and he tries to piece one and one together once more.

"Are you getting your period soon?" He's trying to be careful with that question, considering they've only really talked about trying again about a month ago, and the fear and worry of all those horrible painful reminders of their 'failure' crept back in immediately. But it would be a logical explanation for her many outbursts, and the soreness and discomfort she usually gets right before her time of the month.

One of the explanations he can think of, at least. He's a bit too scared of upsetting her even more with the other one that's been swirling round in his thoughts for days.

"No." She shakes her head against him again. "I shoulda had it-"

She shoots up all of a sudden, and his hands stop their massage as she stares at him with red-rimmed eyes.

"Jake."

"I'm gonna buy a test."

"No." She sobs again as he already sits up and pulls the duvet aside, holding onto his arm. "No, it's gonna be- it won't-"

"We won't know until we know, babe."

She whines, even more high-pitched as her grip tightens, and he leans back over to her to hold her face.

"I'm scared." She whispers with more tears streaking down over his soothing thumbs. "I don't want to see- not again."

"It's only been a month, Ames. If it's negative, it's fine. We got time. We said we'd take it slower this time."

He stops her sob with a kiss, and waits until her tears have stopped too, before jumping out of bed and throwing on some more acceptable sweats and a jacket.

There's a thrum of excitement racing through his heart, even as the cashier at the 24/7 market gives him a leery look for buying a pregnancy test at 2am, and it doesn't subside as he bounds back up the stairs to their apartment.

-*-

Amy opens the door of the bathroom she's barricaded herself in for five minutes with tear-filled eyes and puffy red cheeks, and Jake jumps up from his position on the floor, leant next to the door to be as close as possible. The tears only start flowing completely as he cradles her face, and he presses his forehead against hers with closed eyes and a sigh.

"I'm so sorry, babes, I shouldn't have pushed you." He tries to comfort her even as his own heart sinks back from its previous happy jumps. "I'm- but it's okay, like I said, we got time and we can talk to your doc again and-"

"No." Amy shakes her head again, as little as she can without breaking from his hold and staying firm against his forehead too. "Jake, we've got no time at all anymore."

"What-"

She laughs even as she continues to cry, and he was too blinded by nervousness to see the absolute glow on her puffy face, the shine in her eyes he notices now. He's not too blind to see the two dark blue lines on the test she holds up, though.

He pulls her in for a deep kiss as she continues to cry and laugh at the same time, and he joins in with her giggles as they part.

"We're having another baby?"

"We're having another baby."

He kisses her again as he wipes the last few tears off her cheeks, even as she has to do the same for the ones trailing down his face now.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Crashed The Wedding ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

GENRE: Non idol au, wedding, angst with fluffy ending, high school sweethearts, establushed relationship

PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I did a different kind of take on it so I hope it’s okay?

All week leading up to your wedding day you'd had a feeling in your chest that you weren't able to shake. It was the feeling that something was going to happen, something bad but you just weren't sure what. Normally you could trust your gut feelings but with it being your wedding you were putting the feeling down to nervousness. After being with Jungkook for almost Thirteen years you were finally tying the knot with friends, family and everyone else watching. It had taken you seven years of saving up every penny you earnt to be able to do this. Both of you wanted the wedding to be special and the time was finally right! High school sweethearts marrying one another after so long brought a lot of attention to your small town. Old teachers from the high school you attended together had even seen you around and decided to congratulate you and ask to go to the afterparty which you agreed with.

"Something's still playing on your mind isn't it?" Your best friend asked as she buttoned up the buttons on the back of your dress. It was a white lace mermaid gown with a sweetheart neckline and a small train at the bottom. Elegant and stylish and not too out there for the small wedding that was happening in the local church.

"There's just something wrong, I can feel it, Mina." You whispered as she finally did up the last button and turned you around to face her.

"The rain isn't here, remember...That was the only thing that was making you uneasy." She tried to reassure you but it did nothing but make the gut feeling grow in size. It was the perfect day for the perfect wedding, the sun was beaming down over the church despite the forecast being rain all weekend. When you first heard that it was supposed to be raining all weekend for your wedding you and Jungkook had expected showers but the only rain that morning had been a small spritz as you drove towards the church.

"Would it make you feel better if you got to talk to him?" Mina quizzed when she noticed you beginning to play with the beads on the dress.

"Please," You whispered as she smiled at you, kissing the top of your head as she turned to leave the room. Not before yelling at you to hide behind the changing screen so that Jungkook wouldn't be able to see you when he walked into the room.

Both of you had decided that you wanted to not see one another until you were walking towards him down the aisle to make it all the more special when he did finally see you. The night before Jungkook had stayed the night at Jimin's house, his best man while you stayed with Mina. Your maid of honour. The two of them doing their best not to let you text one another or spoil anything that would be happening today, five times Mina had to stop you from showing Jungkook pictures of your dress in the past but you couldn't help it. You and Jungkook shared everything with one another, no matter what it was. The dress had to be a surprise so nobody wanted you to show him and then when you reunited it would be more special.

The door to your changing room opened and you smiled as you heard Jungkook's voice fill the room as he called out to you that he was there. He stood just behind the changing screen and held out his hand for you to take it,

"I told you everything would be okay, didn't I?" He whispered to you as you sighed in relief poking your hand out from behind the changing screen to hold onto his.

"Maybe I just needed to hear your voice," You smiled even though he couldn't see you, whenever he was around you was when you felt like you could relax the most. You always felt so at peace when he was near you.

"Baby, this is going to be fine. You're just nervous but I am too." He placed a small kiss on your hand before the door to your changing room opened once again. Mina clapped her hands together loudly as she ordered Jungkook out of the room.

"That's enough, you'll see her in ten minutes. Out!" Jungkook laughed at Mina as he walked away from you and headed out to see Jimin standing there and waiting for him.

"Everything's ready? The music? The people?" You questioned as your father stood beside you smiling at you as he nodded along to everything you were asking him. He'd heard about how nervous you were about everything so he was doing his best to reassure you that everything was going as it should have been.

"Do me a favour?" You questioned as you brushed down your dress and looked up at him to make sure he was listening to you,

"Make sure I don't trip like I already took off the heels so just make sure I don't fall over my own feet." He laughed at you as you lifted up the bottom of your dress to show that you were actually barefooted.

"You're no going to fall, but I will make sure you don't trip if it makes you feel better." He promised as he held onto your hand a little tighter when the music began to play. It was time to start walking so you took the small bouquet from Mina who went out of the double doors first and then you were next.

The moment Jungkook turned around to look at you he began to tear up, tears streaming down his face as he realised you were about to take the first step to the rest of your lives together.

"Hi baby," You whispered as you reached the top of the altar, smiling at him as he kept crying heavily.

"You look beautiful," He managed to stutter out causing those on the front row that could hear you laugh as he wiped his eyes on his hand. A giant smiled spread across your face as you looked into his eyes, the gut feeling leaving your body as you looked at him. Once everyone had quietened down in the church the vicar began to talk to everyone while you and Jungkook joined hands.

"We are gathered here today to bear witness to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lovers, companions and friends."

The ceremony continued until it came to the vicar turning to look at everyone in the crowded church, your mum was sitting in the front row crying as you dad held onto her. Mina was watching you closely as she cried silently, trying not to let her makeup run.

"If any person knows any cause as to why the couple should not be wed, they should “speak now, or forever hold their peace.” The room was silent and he smiled turning back to you and Jungkook ready to finish the marriage ceremony when a door slammed open. Everyone turned around in their seats to see who was standing there,

"I OBJECT!" Turning around you looked over at the main entrance to see one of your ex best friends from high school walking towards you. Stomping her feet as if she weighed the same as an elephant and she cried out that she objected over and over again. Areum had always had a flair for the dramatics whenever she was around,

"Areum this is a church not a fucking court," Mina snapped as she stood in front of you and Jungkook as if she was a shield between you and Areum who just gave her a filthy look. None of you had spoken to her since leaving high school all those years ago, she was nothing but a two-faced person who could do nothing but make everybody around her miserable.

"I have reasons why they shouldn't get married, he cheated on her with me. Last night." The whole church seemed to let out one loud gasp as you stared at Areum in front of you, your heart felt as though it was being crushed in your chest as everyone started at you this time. Waiting to see what would happen as if this was happening on tv and not just right in front of them. Your eyes were trained on Areum, her neck covered in purple hickies as she stared at you and then to Jungkook who seemed just as shocked as you did about this whole thing. Your father was on his feet now coming over to talk to Jungkook with an angry look on his face,

"It's not true, I never slept with her. Ever." He said as he looked directly into your eyes but your head was filling with images of them together, your heart racing as you thought about how he was only with Jimin the night before. You knew deep down that Jungkook would never do anything like that to you but your brain wasn't letting you think of anything except the two of them together. Jimin would easily lie for him if he really wanted to it wasn't as though you were close friends.

"You're just saying that because you know they spent the night apart, he was at home with Jimin the whole night. Right, Jimin?" Mina questioned turning to look at Jimin who was now staring at the floor and avoiding all means of eye contact. There was one thing that Jimin couldn't do and that was lying to Mina. They'd been best friends since you could remember and he couldn't lie to her, she knew every tell-tale sign of him lying.

"Jimin!" She snapped as you began to feel your hands getting sweaty, everyone staring at you and Jungkook as they waited for something to happen. No one had moved from their seats to try and make this less awkward,

"Well we went out for a couple of drinks last night and I lost him in one of the clubs but-" Jimin tried to defend himself but Areum cut him short as she yelled out loud enough for the whole church to hear her.

"And that was when he met me. Took me into the back of the stalls and fucked me," The gasps started again as it brought you back down into the church, the bouquet dropped out of your hands and you began sprinting down the aisle towards the changing rooms. Everyone staring at you as you did so watching the way you lifted up your dress to run.

"Babe! It's not true-" Jungkook was silence by the door to your room slamming as he stood at the altar. Your father was standing behind him now ready to either kill him for hurting you or kill Areum for ruining what was supposed to be his daughter's perfect day.

"You're a liar, Mina! Please I would never do anything to hurt her." Mina ignored him as she continued storming off after you, your father standing up beside Jungkook as he waited for some kind of explanation to come from him.

The door was being knocked on repeatedly but you weren't interested in hearing anything, you'd made Mina go and fetch the car around while you tried to get changed out of your dress but you couldn't do it alone. Instead, you sat down on the floor crying into your hands at the thought of Jungkook ever doing something like that. Your head and your heart conflicted with one another. The whole time you'd felt as though something was wrong and now this had happened. Maybe in your gut, you knew that Jungkook had done something bu even then it didn't feel right. After knowing Jungkook for so long you knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, he wouldn't even kill a spider.

"Babe please," Jungkook pleaded as he continued to hit his fists on the door, your father out there with him. You could hear them both talk to one another about how to let one of them in but you weren't going to.

"Listen to me, nothing happened. I went to the club, that's true but I promise you nothing happened between me and-" He stopped talking when the door swung open, you were standing there with makeup running down your cheeks. Sobbing as you stared into his eyes, searching for any signs that he was lying but he wasn't.

"Then why is she saying all of this why would she-" Jungkook cut you off before you could ramble,

"Because she hates us, remember why she wasn't invited in the first place? Why you haven't spoken to her in over ten years?" His hands were cupping your face as he stared into your eyes trying to calm you down and make you see the sense in all of this.

"S-She tried to tell me you cheated on me with her before." Memories of your time in high school came flooding back as you remembered her coming up to you in the middle of a lesson to tell you falsely that she and Jungkook had been sleeping together behind your back.

"We both know that I would never, ever cheat on you." You whimpered as you thought back on the church full of people that were all waiting for you to go back out there.

"Is she gone?" You mumbled looking over at your father who was smiling weakly at you, the second Jungkook had pleaded with him at the altar trying to convince him that nothing had happened he knew he was telling the truth.

"She is. I had your uncles escort her out after she claimed she still had Jungkook's DNA on her and she would prove it." You groaned at the thought and Jungkook looked at you,

"We can go back out there and get married or we can wait another month or two whatever you want, baby." The thought of putting off your wedding one more month was awful to you, you'd saved up for so long and nothing was going to ruin your big day with Jungkook.

"I want to get married," You reassured him as you walked back into the room and wiped the eyeliner and mascara that had been running down your cheeks.

"Ladies and gentleman! The bride and groom!" Your father announced, the double doors opening again so that you and Jungkook could walk back to the vicar again. The whole thing was explained away as a crazy ex-best-friend trying to ruin your perfect day.

"If any person knows any cause as to why the couple should not be wed, they should “speak now, or forever hold their peace.” Mina stepped out of place to look around the hall of people,

"If you have nothing nice to say then leave! There is no REAL reason why they shouldn't be married," You moaned at her to get back into her place and she smirked at you while the vicar continued on with the vows.

"Then you may kiss the bride," Jungkook smirked as he grabbed onto you tightly and dipped you down,

"I've been waiting all night for this." You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you passionately in front of everyone. People cheering and clapping as they got up from your seats.

When you pulled away you smiled looking into Jungkook's eyes,

"Shall we go to the party, Mrs Jeon?" He questioned as he looked at you, raising his eyebrow as he got ready to pick you up in his arms.

"I think we shall Mr Jeon," You bit down on your lip as he picked you up and began carrying you out of the church in the direction of the waiting wedding car for you. The only thing you could see behind you was Mina holding onto Jimin's ear as she pulled him in the direction of their car, no doubt yelling at him for going out the night before your big day.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @fan-ati--c @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @rjsmochii @sw33tnight @innersooya @sweeneyblue1 @jin-from-the-block

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afictionalwhore · 4 years ago

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Oh Baby!

A/N: this was something sweet inspired by some of my babies at the daycare but then at 1 am, it turned into something completely different. I’ll try to make a part two out of the original idea. I struggled hard with a title. Titles are the worst

TW: mentions of kidnapping, soft yandere, smut, pregnancy

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Ever since Keigo kidnapped married you, he had kept you tucked away in your new home, a cozy cabin up the side of a secluded, lesser known mountain. You lived so high up in such a densely forested area that only Hawks could find you, completely cut off from the outside world. He never had to worry about you leaving, one woman with a common healing quirk that would do nothing to help in navigating down the mountain. The locals, inhabitants of a small village at the foot of your mountain, believed the woods to be enchanted, so Keigo had to worry less about a villager managing to stumble their way into your backyard.

It wasn't so bad. Keigo made sure you were never bored. For when he wasn't home for you to tend to his needs, Keigo kept your home well stocked with books. It was the first thing he had shown you in your new home: your personal library. A whole room of the quaint house, your favorites, a whole shelf dedicated to just literary classics, as well as everything on your "to read" list. There was never a shortage of cookbooks. He was so excited that his large wings were flapping as though he were a young puppy wagging their tail, the giant scarlet curtain nearly knocking a shelf down on you.

"I hope you like it." Keigo looked at you, his eyes shining like an innocent puppy. "As much as I love you, I can't be with you all day. Someone has to keep food on the table." He chuckled while keeping a tight grip on your waist, and looking down at you expectantly.

"Oh. Thank you," you replied, your voice small, but loud enough for Keigo to hear. The hold on your waist loosened, and Keigo resumed his tour of your new home.

Of course, there was no TV, lest you stumble upon the news. While he's at it, no newspaper either. You didn't need those to know what was going on outside. It was a scary world out there, full of villains who wouldn't hesitate to snatch you up and use your healing quirk for their own. You were perfectly safe here with him.

It took some time, but eventually you had come around and loved Keigo back. You were always curled up on the couch, book in hand, waiting for him to come home. As soon as he was in the doorway, you'd make your way to him, like clockwork, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while helping him shrug off his heavy coat. Your voice was still small and hesitant around him, as though you were afraid of him. This irritated him, as Keigo didn't understand what could make you so jumpy still. He had never raised a hand against you. The two of you would have dinner, usually having to reheat whatever you had made because Keigo often worked overtime. Keigo was so happy you were making use of the cookbooks he gave you.

You were turning out to be the perfect wife. Keigo was certain you loved him just as much as he loved you, or as close as someone could come to that level of love. He didn't believe anyone could match the way he felt about you. You were even going to have a kid together, a testament of your love.

When you first announced your pregnancy to him, Keigo was ecstatic. He had come home that day, exhausted and overworked, excited to be welcomed home by his little wife. His stomach growled as he landed in your front yard, and he wondered what you decided to cook up for him. He noticed you'd gotten experimental in your cooking, always asking how things tasted. You were so cute when you had him guess whatever secret ingredient you added.

When you weren’t at the door to greet him with open arms and a kiss, Keigo was disappointed in you. You were doing so well. He shook off his coat and stretched his wings, taking up the better half of your living room. You weren't nestled in the couch, engrossed in a book, as you sometimes were too distracted in your literary world to realize he had come home.

"Baby," Keigo called out, his voice echoing against the wooden walls of your homely cabin. "I'm home. I know it's a lot later than usual."

Keigo figured you must have gone to bed already. He could forgive you for not staying up for him, he thought it was rather cute, though next time, he wished you'd fall asleep on the couch.

When he entered your shared bedroom, Keigo saw you curled up on the bed, your back facing the doorway. You trembled—or was it a shiver? You must be cold without his body heat beside you. Keigo was his own heating unit.

“Baby bird,” Keigo took a step into the room. “I’m home."

No response from you.

Another step.

"Can I get a kiss?”

You shivered again.

Keigo had taken off his uniform as he was making his way towards you and the bed. Now in just his boxers, Keigo heaved himself on the bed, his weight causing the mattress to sink slightly. He laid on his side to spoon you, wrapping a large, warm arm around your center. At this distance, Keigo heard it: your small sniffles. You weren't asleep; you were crying.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Keigo asked, worry sickening him. "Did ya miss me that much?" He tried to joke, more for his sake than yours.

After no response from you, save for a few more sniffles, Keigo asked once again what was wrong, a little more urgently. His racing thoughts of you leaving, of you not loving him, were sending him into a panic.

You mumbled incoherently.

"What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you." Keigo struggled to hang on to his cool.

You mumbled yet again, causing Keigo's growing panic and frustration with you to snap. He clamored over you, swinging his legs so that you were caged underneath him, his hands at either side of your head. Golden eyes locked onto your watery ones, staring you down.

“(y/n),” Keigo said firmly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

"I'm pregnant" you spat at him, frustrated at the fact itself and having to repeat it three times. The more you said it felt like the final pat of a shovel packing the dirt above your grave. You wiped away a tear before turning and shoving your face in your pillow.

“Oh baby.” Keigo was almost at loss for words. He had been anticipating this moment—stocking the bathroom cabinet with pregnancy tests the moment you arrived—yet in it, he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to say. He took your face in his hands and turned your head to look at him.

“Are you for real?”

“What would I gain from lying?” You attempted to make your words hit him like poisonous darts, but your quaking voice only managed to soften him.

“I love you so much,” Keigo dipped his head down to give you a chaste kiss, softer than his usual greedy ones, as though he were afraid of breaking you. Your eyes shut instinctively.

“This is so exciting, (y/n). You have no idea how happy I am."

A kiss to your cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to your other cheek.

"I love you."

Keigo rose up on his hands and knees again.

"I promise to be the best father to our child."

You felt something splash on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes again to see Keigo crying above you.

"I love you, too," your voice small and shaky as you looked up at Keigo, knowing he would just continue to stare at you and cry until you said it back.

Keigo beamed down at you before dipping down for another kiss, this one a little rougher, more passionate is how Keigo would describe it. His warm mouth worked against yours, his lips chapped slightly from the harsh wind on his rushed flight home.

You thought Keigo would deepen the kiss, expecting to feel his impatient tongue poking between your lips and licking your bottom lip. Instead Keigo pulled away and sat back on your legs, the bottom half of his own legs tucking your legs under him. He studied your body, eyes trailing down your form, stopping briefly at your stomach.

Keigo bent down again, lips now hungrily, but gently, pecking at your neck. He pulled your shirt off, delighted by your lack of bra underneath, before making his way down your chest to pepper your body with kisses. Between each small kiss, Keigo whispered "I love you" against your body.

His large hands came up to cup your breasts, careful not to squeeze too hard lest he hurt you. Usually Keigo would give them more attention, but that wasn't his main focus for tonight. He hummed as he kissed between them, flicking your nipples lightly. You couldn't suppress a small moan.

Spurred by your shy noises of pleasure, Keigo continued to move down your body. When he reached your lower abdomen, right below your belly button, Keigo's whispers of "I love you" grew more frantic, as though he was trying to tell the baby that was forming in you that he loved them.

When Keigo finally reached between your legs, he planted sweet kisses on the insides of your thighs while dragging your panties down. He tossed them to the side and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before nestling down. Keigo's face between your legs was hit with your heat. He inhaled your sweet scent, and his honeyed eyes looked up to meet yours.

"I love you, (y/n)," he stated before dipping down to lap at your puffy folds.

Keigo was excited, as any man in his position would be. As much as he wanted to pound into your until your voice hoarse from your cries and screams of his name, his main goal tonight was to make you feel good while being as gentle with you as possible. He was terrified of hurting his child in you because of his lack of self-control.

His tongue flicked at your clit, continuing to hold your gaze until your head rolled back with a low groan. Your hands found themselves tangling into his tousled golden hair, your back arching in attempt to push yourself into his mouth. Keigo chuckled against your swollen clit, the vibrations causing you to cry out and tug on his golden locks.

This spurred him on more. Keigo pushed a rough finger into you before hooking it and dragging slowly out of you, drawing a sweet moan of his name to fall out of your lips. This repeated motion combined with his sucking and lapping at your clit caused you to climb higher to your orgasm.

“Keigo, please,” you begged, seeking relief from the coiling in your gut.

Keigo hummed again against your clit, eliciting the same sweet moan and tug from you as before. He took his chance to slip another finger into you, curling both fingers against your spongy spot before dragging them down your walls.

"Keigo, I'm so close," you whined.

"Then come, baby bird." That was all you needed for the band to snap. Moans of his name and incoherent phrases tumbling out of your pretty lips.

While you were climbing down from your orgasm, Keigo found the time to remove his boxers.

Keigo sat down back down on the mattress, settling beside your shaking form with his back to the headboard. His own need was now too painful to ignore. Not wanting to put any unnecessary pressure on your stomach, Keigo pulled you up and into his lap, your entrance, slick with your own cum and his spit, hovered over his weeping cock, close enough for the heat radiating out of you to tease him.

“I love you.” Keigo held eye contact with you as he sank you down on his cock, his large hands holding your hips. Once you were fully seated on him, Keigo leaned back against the headboard. He gave a few shallow thrusts to test what you (and the baby) could handle.

Keigo settled on a steady, but gentle rhythm. You splayed your hands on his broad chest as he bounced you on his cock. Despite the gentleness and the shallowness of Keigo's thrusts and your bouncing, you were quickly climbing your way to a second orgasm. Already sensitive from your first, Keigo's cockhead managed to nudge against your sweet spot with every roll of his hips.

"Keigo, I'm close." you cried, hiding your face in his neck. One of his hands left your hip to allow his thumb to roll your sensitive bud, causing your walls to tighten and convulse around him.

"Me too, baby." Keigo said, breathless. "I'm so close. So close. Come with me, baby."

With a strained groan, Keigo's thumb on your clit sped up, causing the heat that had once again built up within you to break. You scratched desperately at Keigo's back, hiding your face into the crook of his neck. Your hot walls clamped down on him, the final push Keigo needed to fall off the edge himself.

With chants of "I love you", Keigo began to hump his cum into you before stilling, his hips flush against yours, head tilted back and back arching off the headboard.

Once you had both come back to earth, Keigo laid you onto your back before pulling out his softening dick from you and rolling off you onto his side, white cum leaking out of you.

"Not that this really matters anymore now," Keigo couldn't help the chuckle that left him. With the pad of his index finger, he pushed his now cooled cum into you.

At that statement, the fog of your two orgasms lifted, and the realization of your situation set in; you could never leave now. You let out a choked sob as Keigo rested a hand on your stomach before pulling you into him and wrapping a large, red wing over the two of you like a personal cocoon. Nuzzling his face into your neck, facial hair tickling the crook, Keigo gave you soft kisses and gentle words of praise, chalking up your soft sobs to the hormones adjusting your body to his child.

#yandere hawks #soft yandere #hawks bnha #hawks x reader

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years ago

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Synopsis: Babysitting with Kuroo, Kenma, and Kageyama was not something you’d expect to be so...weird?

Genre: Fluff I think yo no se

A/N: I’m trying to fit in as much writing so I don’t seem like a dead account when my online classes start up, but I really appreciate all the love you guys continue to give me thank u KITHES 🥺❤️

Kuroo:

• Kuroo had made plans to study with you earlier last week and you agreed, your boyfriend was a really good tutor after all

• Sadly, you wouldn’t be alone due to your sister showing up with your niece asking you to babysit last minute

• And again, you agreed because you love your niece and didn’t want your sister to struggle having to find a babysitter

• So when Kuroo showed up and you had a toddler in your arms, he melted at the sight

• He greeted you with a kiss after you put your niece down and then he continued to crouch down to your nieces eye level

“Hi there kiddo!”

• Your niece hid behind your leg and peeked out to look at the giant man in front of her

“Yeah I’d hide too.”

“Y/n! :(“

• You slowly stepped aside and your niece moved with you

“Lovebug you can say hi! He’s my boyfriend! He’s nice I promise and if I’m wrong you can have some ice cream.”

• Her eyes widened at the sound of ice cream and slowly waddled up to Kuroo and waved shyly

• He gasped in excitement and waved back

“Can you tell me your name?”

• And she nodded and told him her name before he lead her to the couch and picked her up to sit with him

• Now it was your turn to melt at the sight before you went to the kitchen to grab a snack for the three of you

• You returned with two bowls of ice cream, one for you to share with your niece and one for Kuroo, only to find your boyfriend showing your niece all about Chemisty

“She’s a toddler she doesn’t know how to read yet Kuroo.”

“She likes the pictures!”

• He showed her a bunch of cool things in his chemistry text book and her eyes sparkled with curiosity ignoring the ice cream you brought out

“A-Am I being replaced?”

“Uncle Ku!”

“Yes you are!”

• You giggled slightly as he picked her up and placed her on his shoulders, talking about all her favorite princess and how much she liked the stars

• You snapped a cute picture and ate ice cream feeding her some as she continued holding onto your rooster haired boyfriend

• Soon enough her eyes started closing and her blinking became slower as she fell asleep on your boyfriends shoulders

“Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, you’re so boring you put her to sleep Kuroo.”

• He pouted before placing her on the couch and draping his red Nekoma jacket over her

“She called me uncle ku. 🥺”

“Because you’re old. 🥺”

• You two laughed and whispered trying to let your niece sleep

• Your sister came in to pick up your niece and thanked you and Kuroo as she lifted her child up who woke up lazily due to the sudden movement

“Bye auntie y/n, bye uncle ku, you’re the coolest.” She rubbed her eyes

• Your sister laughed and said her goodbyes saying she PROMISED her daughter will be back soon to which Kuroo was excited to hear

• Once your sister was out the door Kuroo exploded

“She said I’m cool!”

• You giggled, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose

“You are cool!”

“Now I want one-“

“No ❤️”

• He definitely made a PowerPoint to explain why you two should have a kid - slide one: to have someone to call him cool

Kenma:

• You often found yourself babysitting as an side job during summer break

• When Kenma made plans to hang out with you he didn’t expect to see you on the floor with a toddler across from you

• He walked right back out of your house 😃

“Kenma!”

• He sighed and walked back in as you held the toddlers hand and had the other on your hip

• The little boy looked at Kenma with wide eyes and walked over to him

“What’s it doing? Why is it coming over to me?”

• You laughed scooped the little boy in your arms walking over to Kenma who looked scared for his life

“Say hi!”

• The little boy reached out for Kenma who looked at you and then the kid

“He wants you to hold him.”

“I don’t want to hold that.”

“Kenma!”

• He then sighed and took the boy in his arms, you snapped a quick picture at the two, who were looking at each other

The toddler: 😃

Kenma: 😐

• You laughed before sending it to Kuroo who had a field day with it by the way

• After you put your phone in your pocket you looked up to see Kenma trying to talk to the tiny boy

“Do you like video games?”

“....”

“Do you like animal crossing?”

“....”

• Kenma handed him back over and shrugged

“I couldn’t do anything.”

• You laughed and lead your boyfriend to the living room who automatically sat down and pulled out his switch to play animal crossing

• The tiny boy gasped in your arms and reached out for Kenma again who looked up and shrugged taking the tinier boy in his lap

• The two played on the switch for a little, Kenma making commentary about the game

“Yeah I don’t like him either.”

• You looked over to see the tiny boy slapping the screen and Kenma nodding as if he was agreeing with him

• Kenma slowly warmed up to the smaller boy and let him play with his switch for a few minutes before you brought out some fruit for the baby boy to munch on

• Kenma stole some of his fruit

• The little boy began falling asleep with some strawberry in his mouth and nodding off on the table before you picked him up and wiped his hands and face clean to lay him on the couch to sleep comfortably

Kenma: Must be nice, Y/n doesn’t treat me like that

Y/n: Yeah cause Kuroo does

Kenma: Not the same

• You spent time cuddling Kenma who played animal crossing and you scrolling through social media before joining him on animal crossing too

• When the toddler woke up crying Kenma was the equivalent to the caveman spongebob meme

• He was shook he didn’t think it could do that

“What’s wrong with it?”

“HE is just waking up, it’s okay.”

• You helped the boy calm down, his little sniffles leaving his nose before making you put him down and waddling over to Kenma

• Kenma gave a small smile and picked him up setting him on his lap again and then continuing gaming until the little boys mom came to pick him up

• You two said bye before the little boy ran to Kenma and hugged his leg and running back to his mom

Y/n: Does this mean you’ll babysit with me more?

Kenma: No, but I’ll come over only if it’s that one

• The next time at practice Kuroo wouldn’t stop showing everyone the picture you sent him and now you have to beat Kuroo up Bc Kenma said he won’t babysit with you anymore because he’s embarrassed

Kageyama:

• When you got a call from your boyfriend you realized something was off

• Mainly because he screamed through the phone asking you to hurry and come over

• Worry filled your body as you ran to Kageyama’s house and reaching the door throwing it open and panting

• Kageyama sat criss cross with a baby in his hands, holding it at arms length

“Tobio-Kun I thought you were- d- holy crap I’m out of breath...”

• You took in a deep breath

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING!”

“I am dead if something happens to this thing!”

• Kageyama then explained that his aunt had dropped off his baby cousin and his mom was out at the store so he was in charge

• You scooped the baby into your arms cooing and rubbing noses with her, she happily giggled and Kageyama fell back with a sigh of relief

“Thank god you came, I was ready to just leave it on the couch and let it sit there but it started crying.”

• You glared daggers at your boyfriend and sat next to him

“SHE is a calm baby, she just needs attention.”

• The baby girl babbled and held onto Kageyama’s finger to which he tried to pull back but she had a death grip on

• He started panicking again, but you gave him a kiss and reassured him he’ll be fine

“So... can it- I mean she- play volleyball?”

“Kageyama she can’t even walk yet?”

• he sighed before resting his chin in the palm of his hand

“So what do we do with her?”

“Take care of her? What else would you do with babies?”

“I don’t know I’ve never met one.”

• you spent a few hours taking care of the baby and bouncing her around to keep her entertained

• Kageyama would be lying if he said his stomach wasn’t doing flips and you looked like you could be a perfect mother one day

• You finally handed her to him and taught him how to hold her, and he did his best although he was extremely nervous

• You took a picture to send to his team mates

• Everyone was in aw except Tsukki who went on about how the King looked terrified

• You then prepared to give her, her bottle and he said he wanted to do it and you smiled handing the bottle to him for her have her milk

“So all the do is drink milk, get attention from you and sleep? I want that type of life.”

• You laughed at your boyfriend only to notice the little girl was almost done and you took her to burp her, he just watched and you two played with her a few more minutes before it was her nap time

• You were putting her to sleep when Kageyama’s mom walked in

“Oh thank god he called you, knowing him he would’ve left her on the couch and not looked back.”

• You laughed lightly at your boyfriends face that was now a deep red.

• His mom happily took the baby and continued to care for her while you and Kageyama walked to his room

• He lied down and mumbled something about how exhausting it was and you laughed crawling next to him as he wrapped his arms around you

“You’d be a good mom one day.”

• You smiled and looked at him, his cheeks a deep red and all you did was kiss him softly

• He smiled into the kiss before pulling away and cuddling his face into your neck

• You stroked his hair and kissed the side of his head

“Never call our child an it or I’ll kill you Tobio my love.”

• He laughed and lifted his head up to press another soft kiss on your lips

“Well you’ll for sure kill me multiple times because I can’t care for a kid to save my life.”

• You laughed and he picked up his phone to check it

“Why is everyone calling me Daddyama?”

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xseaxwitchxkpop · 4 years ago

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Bad Body Image Day

Howdy! I've struggling lately with body image issues and figured I'd make a little comfort reaction for Ateez; I know this has been done to death, but I personally never tire of seeing it, especially because so many people have different ideas about how the members would react. Anyway, without further ado! Also there is more of a focus on a plussize!reader in this because I myself am plus size, but that is not to say that my thinner peeps can’t have insecurities!

Disclaimer: I, in no way, personally know any of the ateezers, so take this with a grain of salt -- or don’t, I’m not one to tell you what to do lol

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Hongjoong

I can see him being a little angry, ngl -- no one hurts his baby, not even his baby

he’d ask why you felt that way, if anything triggered it like clothing not fitting right, scrolling through social media too much, looking at yourself in the mirror a little too hard

he’d spend the night with you at your place and cover all the mirrors in your place (yes, even the bathroom) so you wouldn’t have to catch a glimpse of yourself accidentally

make it point to shower you in praise, reminding you that you are more than your body

would also make a point to compliment your body anyways, pointing out everything you hate and saying he loves them because the are a part of you and he has phenomenal taste in his partners, thank you very much

Seonghwa

this man is too perceptive to not notice your depressive mood

might want to take some pictures together with some cute cat filters, but he knows what’s wrong the moment you decline

turns his phone to do not disturb and pulls you into his lap

honestly is sad that you don’t see yourself the way he sees you: gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and perfect

peppers your face with kisses in an effort to make your fell better but that just ends in you crying

he then just holds you and rubs your back in soothing motions, whispering assurances in your ear

Yunho

does literally everything in his power to cheer you up

pounces on you from behind and folds you over like a blanket

tickles you in your most ticklish spots and following that up with kisses

would definitely force you to watch your favorite comfort shows as you forces you yo sit on his lap or lay against his chest

he may even force you to focus on him and by that I mean he’d ask you to do his makeup and tell you to take your time with it (gives him an excuse to stare at you and love you and tell you all the things he loves about you without you running away or shutting him up)

Yeosang

if you don’t know how to skateboard or use roller skates/roller blades, etc., he’d take you on a walk with him; if you do know how to do any of those things, he’d take out his skateboard and you’d skate next to each other

he’s a very quiet person, so I suspect he’d catch you body checking in the mirror or fidgeting with your clothes more than usual or looking over your shoulder at social media at see you looking at “prettier” people

if you can fit into his hoodies, he’d give you one with the excuse that you “looked cold,” regardless of the weather; if you can’t, he’d give you a plushie that was wearing one of his beanies (sprayed with his cologne) to cuddle with or squeeze if you don’t feel like being touched or he’d grab the blanket from his bed and wrap the both of you in a giant burrito on the bed or couch if you don’t mind being touched

basically he’d give you something of his to remind you that he is here for you, he isn’t going anywhere, and you are the most beautiful person to him (he comes off as more “action” than “words” for his displays of love, but I could be wrong lol)

would probably also offer to perform a roasting session just for you about the other members or any other mutual friends the two of you had

may even draw hehetmon comic strips in cute situations to cheer you up a little

San

cuddle monster activated

this man’s love language, or one of his love languages, is very clearly physical affection, or skinship, so be prepared to not leave the couch or the bed

again, another observant member, so he caught you doing something like Yeosang did

another one to force you to watch your comfort movies or cartoons

the bed or couch or just be an absolute mess of blankets, plushies, and pillows to help you feel safe and loved

he’d have your favorite snacks on deck, but if you don’t feel like eating, that’s okay, too, he’d have your favorite drinks -- you can argue against food, but you’re not arguing against the drinks, he won’t allow you to forgo both, it’s one or the other lol

instead of you leaning on him, he’d lean on you

you would probably be on your side or something, but he would make sure he could use your tummy as a pillow and your thighs as stress balls

he’d be a sneaky bastard and try to sneak kisses on your insecure spots -- his level of success is dependent on how much you’re paying attention to whatever he’s doing and your determination to fight him

however will respect any boundaries you lay out to him, even if it disheartens him to some degree

Mingi

he’s an extremely empathetic person and probably really good at reading people, so he probably knows before you do on a conscious level

cute faces? you got it! ridiculous antics? of course! telling you fantastical stories he makes up on the spot? absolutely!

if he happens to be going to the studio that day, he brings you along so you don’t have to be alone with your thoughts if you’re not working that day

he would show you either the mixtape he’s working on (I know for a FACT that man is currently sitting on a fire mixtape or is at least working on one) and/or give you a sneak peek into what the music might be for the group’s next comeback

I can see him wanting to take a shower with you, nothing sexual

he’d want to bathe you to show you that he genuinely finds you gorgeous and is more than elated that you are his and his only

Wooyoung

he’d another whose love language is skinship, so definitely cuddles from this one as well

kisses on your face every five seconds with “I love you”s thrown in

would offer to cook your favorite dish or one of your comfort dishes

another one with antics up his sleeve

he’d tone down his usual teasing or even stop it completely because he loves you and doesn’t want to accidentally say something that would end up making you feel worse

would try to act all cute to make you smile (laughing would make him feel better because he knows than that you are felling better, even if it’s temporary)

might invite you to join him in brainstorming pranks to play on the other members

Jongho

“want me to break this apple?” // “no, Jongho, I will not be entertained by you breaking an apple for the millionth time.” // “yes, you will.” *breaks the apple*

“part of the fun of breaking the apple is you getting annoyed.”

he does this in good fun because he thinks your annoyance is genuinely funny to him

while he’s not too much into skinship, he’d be more than happy to give you all the hugs and cuddles in the world to make you feel better while he hums or softly sings to you

probably drags you to the convenience store or a restaurant and buys you food, even if you protest with whatever insecurities you’re feeling at that moment

he doesn’t take no for an answer because having a full tummy even if you don’t want said full tummy always feels good

soft, gentle forehead kisses while holding your face

will offer you piggy rides and will not take no for an answer -- he will argue with you and roll his eyes when you say “I’m too heavy” or something like that

#ateez #ateez reaction #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #san #wooyoung #jongho #plussize!reader #insecure!reader

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bxtchforstyles · 4 years ago

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Political Love

Harry Styles x president's child!Y/N

Y/N was the granddaughter of the current leading president candidate, making her and Harry's relationship, well, complicated.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.5k+

gif not mine.

“Okay, you have to be quiet, or else we are definitely going to get caught.” Y/N seethes to her boyfriend as she opens the sliding glass door to the back entrance of her home.

“Don’t you have like security guards and shit, I mean, you are the President’s granddaughter.” He asks in a hushed tone, making her press her finger sternly to her own lip, signaling for him to be quiet.

“One, yes I have security guards but they stay by the gates at night, no point in them watching me sleep. And two, he’s not president yet, so not many people even know who I am.” Y/N grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him the rest of the way through the door before using only the tips of her fingers to shut it closed, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible.

The large back living room that was attached to the back porch was where they stood, surveying the area to make sure they had not woken up anyone else in the house. It seemed to be clear as they made their way towards the kitchen.

Y/N’s house was definitely significantly different from Harry’s. She had always grown up very wealthy, coming from a large family line of politicians and lawyers. It wasn’t like Harry was poor, because he was definitely a part of one of the wealthier families in Y/N and Harry’s small hometown, but it was nothing compared to his girlfriend who lived in a million dollar gated community.

The kitchen was ginormous, with large granite countertops along with white cabinets that had slabs of glass in them, so you could see the expensive china that had hardly been touched inside of them. There was also beautiful dark wood colored flooring that lined the kitchen up until the carpet of the living room.

There was also another living room that was immediately connected to the kitchen with tall, twenty foot ceilings, a giant flatscreen T.v mounted on the wall, and a sizable gray sectional that wrapped the entirety of the room. The staircase to go towards Y/N’s room sat in the entryway towards the front of her house, which is where their end goal was.

As the couple made their way through the first floor of Y/N’s house, they pretty much stayed silent, besides for the few times Harry attempted to sneak kisses while they tiptoed through the living room, which Y/N had to quickly shut down before they got taken away and got caught.

The stairs were old in her house, it was almost like one of those old victorian style houses, with white picket fences and rustic wooden flooring. So, trying to make it up the large staircase without anyone hearing the dilemma was most certainly a challenge.

“Can’t you just step on the stairs at the same time as me?!” She seethed under her teeth as she turned back to look at her boyfriend, guilt twisting his features.

“Okay, okay!” He responded, attempting to match her foot patterns as they quietly snuck up the remainder of the staircase.

The door to Y/N’s bedroom door finally creaked shut as she winced at the sound from behind the door. Harry was already comfortably sprawled out over Y/N’s queen size bed, like he had done many other times before. The two of them were only seventeen, so they rarely ever did anything explicit, especially in Y/N’s house.

She turned the lock on her bedroom door quickly before making her way over to her boyfriend, crawling into her bed alongside him. She laid her head on his chest, wrapping one of her legs around his lower torso. His arm wrapped around her easily as he pressed his head into her soft, curled hair.

Y/N reached over toward her small nightstand, grabbing her remote that laid on top of it. Flicking her T.v on before turning the volume almost all the way down. Neither of the two know why they even bothered to turn the television on whenever they laid in Y/n’s bed, since they just talked over the low volume show anyways.

“Ya know, I’ve never really questioned why your room looks like a princess fairytale threw up all over it before.” Harry laughed as he glanced around his girlfriend’s room.

It was true, Y/N’s room looked like a child’s bedroom of someone who lived in a castle. Her bed posts on all four corners of it that extended all the way up to the ceiling, along with a curtained canopy surrounding it.

“Shut up!” She pouted as she hid her face in his chest, “I like it.”

“I was just kidding darling, I like it too.” He pulled her face back up so he could look at her properly. “It’s very fitting.”

She leaned up towards Harry’s face, giving him a gentle kiss, melting into him. They stayed like that for a moment before leaning her forehead against his, letting her eyelashes brush against his as her eyes fluttered shut.

“You know, we won’t be able to do this once you’re living in the White House.” Harry reminded her with a small smirk as they both stared at the small chandelier that hung above the canopy of her bed.

“I know.” She sighed pathetically, not wanting to admit that if her grandfather won the election, it was very unlikely that she would see him as much as she does now. “I’m just going to have to tell my family about us before the election day.”

Harry pressed a small kiss to the girl’s creased forehead, “You do whatever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

“No, no, I’m going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.” She denied his attempt to comfort her, “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They don’t even know who you are, so why would they hate you?”

“Exactly, baby.”

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“Oh shit, oh shit.” Y/N gasped as she heard the knocking on her bedroom door, feeling Harry’s arms snaked around her waist.

“Y/N? Darling, why is your door closed?” Her mother’s voice echoed from the outside of the wooden doorframe.

She quickly grabbed one of the many throw pillows that laid at the end of her bed, swiftly hitting Harry upside the head with it.

Before he could groan in unamusement, he felt his girlfriend’s hand quickly cup over his mouth, “You have to hide! My mom is trying to come in.” That made Harry move faster than he had ever before.

He quickly gathered his few things that he had discarded onto the nightstand before quickly making his way into the walk in closet that was connected to Y/N’s room, shutting the door quickly behind him.

“Y/N?” Her mother called again.

She was now sitting up in her bed, trying to contain herself before she had to get out of bed to unlock her door and allow her mom inside.

“One second!”

“Why have you got your door locked? Are you doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing in there?”

“No, no! Just trying to wake myself up for a moment!” Once Y/N finally gained her composure she stood up from her bed, sliding her feet into an old raggedy pair of slippers off of the floor next to her bed.

Y/N’s mother was already in her work attire when the door opened, she was leaning against the wall of the hallway, her hair cascading down her shoulders smoothly as she straightened out her suit jacket quickly.

“G’ morning” Y/N yawned, opening the door wider before turning back to walk inside her room, sitting at her vanity.

“Morning,” Her mother replies, taking only a step past the doorframe of her daughter's bedroom. “I just thought I’d come say hi before heading to the office for the day. Do you need anything before I leave?”

Y/N looked up towards her ceiling, pretending to think for a moment before shrugging her shoulders, “No, not that I can't think of.”

“Very well then.” The woman had a look on her face as she glanced suspiciously around her daughter’s room. “What is that?”

The girl felt her stomach drop, looking towards the floor where she was pointing. Sitting there wound up in a ball, was Harry’s shirt that he had discarded onto the floor before falling asleep last night.

“O-oh”

Observing her mother's face, she had a feeling as if her mom already knew what the piece of clothing was. “Oh goodness! Look at the time, I have to leave!”

“Okay, bye mom. Love you!” The younger girl called as the suit-clad lady made her way back towards the staircase at the end of the hall.

Before she could reach the stairs though, she replied quickly, “Your father will be home before supper, make sure you get all your school work done! Love you!”

As soon as Y/N hears the familiar sound of her mother's heels clomping down the stairs, she shuts her door, leaning against the back of it as she lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Am I good to come out now?” The closet door creaks open a small amount as Harry's head pops out of it slightly.

She nods, her head still leaned back in miserly as she looked at her ceiling. “I'm sorry.” she exhaled.

“Hey,” Harry grabbed her hand from where it was pressed against the door. “It's fine, baby. I'm not worried about it, and you shouldn't be either.”

It was quite obviously bothering her more than she was letting on, and Harry knew that, she didn’t have to let on a ton for him to be able to tell something was wrong. He also knew exactly what was bothering her.

She had always been scared to tell her family about Harry in fear of their reactions, and it never really came between their relationship early on because Y/N was very rarely home, making it easy for her to go to Harry’s house, or for the couple to go on dates.

But ever since her parents had demanded she spends more time at home with her family due to her grandfather’s election currently going on, it was very rare that she ever got much alone time with her boyfriend.

And she felt guilty about it.

“I-I just wish I could spend more time with you, and i wish that you could see how hard i’m trying, a-and-” The tears that started rolling down her face broke Harry’s heart, she couldn’t even finish her sentence because of how hard she was crying.

“C’mere love,” He pulled her frail body into his own chest, “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. I do see how hard you are trying and I know how hard this has been on you. I’m not mad, or upset, just take a breath.”

She completely crumbled into her boyfriend’s grip, sliding down the wall next to her door, “I’m such a bad girlfriend, I know I am. I’m sorry.”

“Woah, woah.” Harry stopped dead in his tracks, reaching down towards Y/N’s face that was hidden in his chest, pulling it up so her eyes met his own. “Don’t you dare say that, now or ever.”

“You,” He emphasized, pressing the pads of his thumbs against her cheekbones, “are everything I could have ever dreamed of, Y/n. You are absolutely perfect.”

It was insane how the mood had changed in the room so fast. Now Harry was seeing all of the pressure that his girlfriend had been building upon herself, and it had finally all come crashing down.

A heavy breath that Y/N felt like she had been holding for much too long finally fell past her lips as she tried to compose her emotions. She felt like a fool in the moment, having her boyfriend see her in such a state of distress.

“Sorry, sorry.” He backed out of his embrace, trying to act as if nothing had happened, “I’m fine...everything’s fine.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to be upset, or frustrated, or afraid. I want you, and everything else that comes along with you, I just want to help, that’s it.” Harry tries to explain to Y/N.

Sh nuzzled her face against his shoulder blade, “Thank you.”

He kisses the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders “Don’t thank me.”

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“Y/N! Are you coming?” The booming voice echoed up the stairs, making Y/N snap her head towards the sound.

She was currently trying to put her last earring in her ear and put her small black heels on at the same time. They were already late, which was not a good first impression when your family is possibly about to be living in the whitehouse.

She hurried herself downstairs, but not before grabbing her phone off the charger and shoving it quickly in the dainty clutch she was planning on carrying around with her for the night.

Once she got to the bottom of the stairs, she stopped in the foyer to look at herself in the mirror, she felt two hands hold onto her shoulders from behind, “You look beautiful, sweetie, now come on, we have to leave.” It was her mother.

Their whole family was supposed to be dressed to the nines for the fancy dinner they were attending. Ever since the first time her grandfather ran for senate, the night before election day, the whole family would go out to a family dinner for good luck.

And it seemed to work, because her grandpa had won every election he’d ever ran in. But this was definitely the most important, because he wasn’t just running for senate, or congress, he was running for president.

It was nerve wracking to say the least.

When Y/N and her parents finally made it out the door, they were met with the signature black SUV in the driveway, along with two big buff men in fancy black suits standing near the doors, preparing to open them for the family.

The entire way to the restaurant Y/N’s mother gave her the same speech she gave her anytime they went to a function involving her grandfather and his career.

‘Be polite, don’t say anything out of turn, do not act foolish, do not throw food, do not act up with the cousins...blah blah blah.’

Waking into the large ballroom where the dinner was being held was absolutely insane. The first things that had caught Y/N’s eyes were the large chandeliers that had been hung all along the ceiling, one above every table. The glitter that covered the dance floor along with the arched balloon entrance made the entire space look like an old fashioned masquerade, and it was absolutely beautiful.

“Wow.” She gasped as her mother pulled her by the hand, leading her towards the large table in the center of the others, where her family always sat. “This is amazing. You planned this, didn't you?”

Her mother smiled brightly as she nodded, looking around the room with a proud look on her face. “Have you met me, daughter?” She then smirks.

Y/N laughed, deciding to begin walking around to look at all of the decorations around the large ballroom. Of course Y/N and her entire family had known of Y/N’s mother to be very over the top, but this year’s fancy dinner was nothing like the ones of previous years.

There were cakes, desserts, and balloons everywhere you looked. A large banner that said “congratulations future Mr. President!” hung up along the large wall in front of their families table.

As Y/N continued to look around, she noticed the overwhelming amount of people, to which her mother told her “We invited everyone who had ever had anything to do with Pop’s success.”

It was sweet, seeing all new people who were there to support her grandfather.

“Y/N?” She hears a familiar voice call quietly from behind her, she whips her head around to see who was speaking. “Hi baby.” Harry whispers.

“Oh my-” She cuts herself off, looking at her boyfriend with wide eyes. “What are you doing here” She asks in a rush.

“My parents got invited, said that your grandpa was an old friend of theirs.”

“What a small world.” Y/N smiles, hugging Harry quickly as to not draw speculation before pulling away. “I'm sorry i have to be so discrete, it's just that- well, my parents are luring around here somewhere and-”

Harry cuts her off, “I know, Y/N, I know.”

“You know what,” Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Harry asked with a light smile as Y/N got closer and closer to where her family was sitting. He was starting to get nervous, not knowing what Y/N was planning on doing.

A few moments later Y/N seas standing at the edge of the table where her family was sitting, hand in hand with Harry. A few of her cousins gav them confusing looks when they saw their intertwined hands, but most of the family didn't even notice, only exchanging hellos quickly.

“This is Harry, he's my boyfriend.” Harry almost choked on his own spit when she said it, especially so suddenly.

There were some shocked expressions and some were confused with how the two even knew each other, but for the most part, the reaction was pretty positive.

“Oh really?” Her mother asked, looking up at Y/N from where she was sitting. “I've met Harry's family, only heard good things about him.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief at her mother's support, that was before she looked over at her father.

His eyebrows were furrowed with a sour look on his face, “I don't understand how you think you can go and get a secret boyfriend, date him for weeks, or months, or whatever, without my knowledge and think it's okay.”

“Dad-” Y/N was cut off.

“This is not how I raised you, keeping secrets like this.”

“Honey,” Her mother looked at Y/N’s father with a stern look on her face. “She's telling us now, you can't expect her to tell us every single thing about her life. Like I said, I've only heard good things about Harry. You should just be happy that your child is happy.”

His face seemed to relax a bit, Y/N’s hand suddenly holding Harry's much tighter in fear of what he was going to say next. “You treat my girl alright?” His question was directed towards Harry, making him fix his posture and look at his girlfriend's father personally.

“Dad-” This was not how Y/N wanted this conversation to be going.

“Of course I do, sir.” Harry cut her off, making her father nod.

“Good.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “good?”

“As long as you're happy, angel” It was shocking to Y/N how understanding her father became so quickly. She was expecting it to take at least a couple weeks.

“thank you, dad.” She wrapped her dad in a hug, finally feeling relieved.

“of course, pumpkin.”

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“Well that was fun, wasn't it?” Harry laughed as he and Y/N danced together.

Y/N nodded as she laughed, “Yeah, it definitely was.”

It was getting close to the end of the night at the dinner party. Everyone had eaten dinner and had their dessert, and now was the relaxing part of the night where everyone just hung out, danced and had a good time.

Y/N’s hands were on Harry's shoulders, his hands on her waist as they swayed gently to the music that was playing slowly throughout the room.

Harry had been admiring the dress Y/N was wearing for quite some time now, she looked beautiful. The dress she had chosen was a gorgeous, golden ball gown that flared at her waist and ruffled all of the way down to her ankles. You could also see the sleek, while stiletto heels on her small feet.

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

A small blush quickly rose to the girls cheeks, “Thank you.” She smiled back at him, “You look great too, you should wear suits more often, they look really good on you.”

Everyone looked so happy, including Pop, who had come up to Y/N and Harry during dinner to congratulate them, which the couple found pretty ironic that the (hopefully) soon to be president was congratulating them at his election dinner party.

But Y/N was especially happy among the room full of people, standing here, dancing with Harry like she had always wanted. The life that she had always envisioned with Harry was finally being pieced together, no more secrets, no more hiding.

They could just be Them. Harry and Y/N.

“I love you.” Y/N’s eyes widened when she had registered what she had just blurted out, her hand falling over her agape mouth.

All Harry did was smile though, kissing her on the forehead before softly saying, “I love you too.”

Thank you to the anon who suggested this! i really love it and might make it a series? what do you guys think?!<3

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angstysebfan · 4 years ago

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The Truth Will Set You Free- Part 9

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader (other Avenger characters)

AU: Modern

Summary: You dated for two years, and thought he was the one for you. One day you came home and found him with someone else. After running away from you, you return home and found yourself in the arms of Thor. When Thor decides to introduce you to his friends at a dinner, you realize that there’s something familiar about the house you were visiting.

Warnings: implied cheating, language (not proofread)

You take a deep breath as you walk up to the door that was once so familiar. So many happy memories on the other side of that door, but 2 memories are at the forefront of your mind as you raise your hand to knock. One being the day you found Natasha and Bucky in your bed, and the other was the last time you were here and Natasha told you her side of things. Both memories leave a bad taste in your mouth.

You find the courage to knock, and wait patiently for Bucky to come to the door. After a few seconds, the door opens to reveal, not Bucky, but his sister Rebecca. Rebecca’s eyes widen, “Oh my god! Y/N, it’s been so long!” she says surprised and pulling you into a hug. You cautiously hug her back, surprised by her treating you well after everything that happened.

Rebecca pulls back with a wide smile, “Come in! Bucky didn’t mention you were coming. I’m so happy to see you!” she says as she shuts the door behind you.

You turn and look at a the young girl, who you always loved as a sister. You gave her a tentative smile, “He didn’t know. Is he home?” you ask.

Rebecca nods but doesn’t move, instead grabs your hand. “I’m so sorry for everything that happened between you both. He has always been an idiot, but I know he’s missed you,” she says.

You pull your eyes away from her, “Yea, well the fault lies with us both I guess,” you say.

She gives your hand a squeeze, “I know I am biased, but I hope you both work it out. I always hoped we would be sisters one day. But he is out back, feel free to head out. I’ll give you both some privacy,” she says.

You nod and turn toward the back door which leads to the patio in the yard. As you take a step onto the patio, you see Bucky fiddling with the lawn mower, not sure if he noticed you entered the yard. “Who was at the door Bec?” he asked, assuming you were his sister.

“I told you awhile ago to get a new mower,” you say.

Bucky sits up quickly at the sound of your voice. You see the relief and fear in his eyes when he locks his with yours. “Y/N,” he says softly.

He gets up and wipes his hands on a rag before walking up to the patio, where you are. He motions toward a chair, one you recognize since you picked it out. He grabs a beer our of a cooler and motions to you, silently asking if you want one. You shake your head in response as he closes the cooler and sits next to you on another empty chair.

“I didn’t know if I would get a chance to talk to you again,” he says softly.

You look at him for a moment, as he fidgets in discomfort. “Yea, I, uh, had a lot on my mind, but... I wanted to speak to you, as I have questions that need answering,” you say.

“Anything you need to know, I will tell. Something I should have done when we first talked,” he said looking down at the ground.

“Well, first did you tell your sister what happened between us?” you ask.

He looks into your eyes, “I told her there was a misunderstanding and that it was all my fault. He yelled at me for a long time. You were always one of her favorite people, and when I told her you were gone, she knew I messed up,” he says.

“Bucky, why didn’t you come find me and tell me what really happened?” you ask.

Bucky’s eyes widened, “I tried. I did. I went to your friends, your parents, your sister. You had told them all what happened and none of them would tell me where you went. I tried to explain but they wouldn’t believe me. I should have tried harder, but I thought you would never believe me. It’s a lame excuse, but yea,” he said defeated.

“Why didn’t you tell our friends the truth. Even Steve, you left out the real reason Nat was there. Why?” you ask.

He sighs in defeat, “I didn’t feel like it was my place to out her. I know you should have been first priority, and I know I should have either pushed her to tell her or just tell everyone, but I... I didn’t want to be a bigger asshole than I already was. Steve knew it was my fault, and I assumed he told everyone else what he knew since he cannot keep a secret, but I guess I was wrong. I’m--”

“Sorry, yea I know,” you say annoyed.

Bucky looked down, fighting the tears, “Y/N, if I could go back in time, I would have done things so differently. I hate that I ruined this, and I would do anything to fix it. I still love you more than anything. I.. I want to marry you and have babies with you. Everything we ever planned, I still have planned for you and me. I know you care about Thor, but do you still have any feelings for me?” he asks.

You knew the question was coming. You have avoided it, even with yourself, but now the time has come to face the giant elephant in the room. What were your feelings for Bucky. You looked at the man who you once loved and adored more than anything. You see the sorrow in his features and the anger you have felt toward him lessen.

Tears start filling your eyes as you nod. “Yes,” you whisper, “Yes, I still love you. I think I will always love you, but my anger kept it hidden. I- god I still dream about you Bucky. You were my life! You were my everything!” You say as the tears flow down your cheeks.

Bucky has tears falling also, “Oh Y/N I love you. I love you so much,” he says as he kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

You continue to cry, releasing all the pain you have held in for 3 years. You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck and cry openly. Bucky hides his face in yours and does the same. After awhile you both seem to calm down and pull away.

Bucky holds your face and contemplates kissing you, but hesitates. You look from his eyes to his lips, but don’t move. He wipes your tears with his thumbs and caresses your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the contact.

“So what does this mean? Are- are you willing to try again?” He asks softly.

You open your eyes to look into his, seeing the worry in them. You know you have to be honest, “Bucky. I love you. But I really need to time to think if I’m still in love with you. I have Thor to consider and he has been amazing over this last year. I-I don’t want to hurt either of you,” you say as rears again fall from your eyes.

Bucky nods and releases you, standing back up to create distance. “I love you more than anything Y/N, but if you choose Thor, I will accept, respect, and honor your decision,” he says.

You stand and pull him into a tight hug. You feel him melt into you. You pull back enough to place your lips on his in a soft kiss, shocking him.

“Thank you. I promise I will make a decision soon,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips one more time before letting you go. His heart hammers in his chest. The fear of losing you again bring him to point of begging you to stay. He finally got you back. He finally told you the truth.

But was it enough?

Part 8 / Part 10

Sorry this is taking too long. I have a feeling I know how I want to end this after writing both conversations, but I’m not 100% sold. I guess we will see. Feedback is appreciated.

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fragileizywriting · 3 years ago

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New fic is out for this AU!

pairing: Cat!Marinette / Ladybug!Adrien (Lady Noire / Misterbug) word count: 3,247 chapter: 1/1 rating: G summary: “You make me feel safe and wanted.” “You are wanted, little kitty.” “You know what I meant.” “I meant by me. You are wanted by me— and I know you know that— but I want to repeat it anyway. I always want you to be happy here.” AO3 | Start AU Here | Previous Fic in AU

“Kitty?”

“My mom.” It’s all Lady Noire can reply through all of her sniffles. She curls up tighter into a ball on the couch, pinching her eyes shut to the point it hurts, curling up her arms and legs and tail and head so that she becomes a single black smudge on the couch. A stain. Just simply a stain. “My mom. Always my mom. It was my mom again.”

Her head hurts. It’s foggy and full of cotton, so stuffy from everything. She’s grateful for the shade in his room that gets darker and darker as the minutes tick by, casting the space in total darkness, so that way he doesn’t have to see how miserable she is.

It must be horrible to have to live with an east-facing window. Her plants would love it. Her eyes, though, not so much.

She grabs for a decorative couch pillow above her head, swiping it and hiding her face, giving her even a bit of reprieve from the light.

Adrien sits down in front of her on the couch. She hears the noise of his pajama pants crinkling as he sits cross-legged on the rug underneath the coffee table, hears how he drums his fingers on his thighs, and hears how slow and steady his heartbeat is. He’s always so steady. Always so firm and anchoring to her. Even if the world continues in its attempt to rock her boat and tip her over and submerge her. Adrien always holds on for her when she’s too tired and too scared and too lonely to do so. “I’m sorry, kitty.”

“Her idea of comforting me is by telling me to be stronger. Whatever it is.”

He pauses. “Do you… do you want to talk about it?”

“It— it doesn’t matter. What I was upset about in the beginning is gone— I’m more upset at my mom now. Tell me how your day was first.” Because it’s always better to ask first about others than talk about her own problems. She doesn’t want to think about it for so long. If there’s any chance of forgetting about it, even for a little while, she’ll be happy.

And Adrien knows this. He knows this, because he knows her, and knows that her changing the subject is a cry for help. A flag upside down, calling out in distress. She’s sinking. It hurts. She’s injured. It shows. The silence is enough to make her remember the turbulent storms that made her cry in the first place, causing her to coil tighter, causing her to coil smaller, all in an attempt to get rid of the noise in her head.

He puts his hand on her head.

The hand at her scalp is soothing, and still damp from the shower— her lashes flutter when he gets a purr out of her, even if it’s a little watery. “My day was okay.”

“What did you do today?”

“I had school,” he shrugs a bit, jostling the hand that pets the soft parts of her ears. She knows about school. She’d spent the entire day boring a giant hole at the back of his head, chewing on her tongue like it was personally causing her grief, doing her utmost best like she always does to not accidentally tell Adrien that she’s the superhero that vaults through his bedroom window every afternoon. “Nothing, really. No extracurriculars for me today, either.”

She knows that, too.

She’d asked him at school.

He’d managed to stammer out a whole sentence to her today. To Marinette today.

He doesn’t have a problem talking to Lady Noire. But Marinette is an obstacle that he genuinely can’t conquer, no matter how many times she tries.

“I just came home and did homework and went to take a shower and suddenly…”

“And suddenly I’m here crying into your couch. I’m sorry,” she tries to fill in the gaps when he struggles on what to say next. “I’m always showing up with some kind of problem, aren’t I?”

“I don’t mind. You know I don’t. I love taking care of you— you’re my best friend. You know that, right?”

She does. Of course she does. That’s why it hurts so much.

“Some hero of Paris I am, huh?” Oh, she sounds bitter. “Showing up at a civilian’s house crying about personal life?”

“Hey,” he whispers, with something stern in his voice. “Stop that. Don’t talk like that— that’s not nice to yourself. You know you’re allowed to have problems outside of fighting Hawkmoth.”

And that’s it, really. That’s what gets another round of tears to freefall down her cheeks, but they come out sideways because she’s laying on her side— she can’t feel the tears track down on her black hexleather mask, but she knows she’s crying. She knows there are tears sloping across the bridge of her nose and joining with the tear pattern from her other eye, because she can feel how wet the whisps of her baby hairs feel against her ear when the tears finally get there. “I wish I didn’t have this.”

“Oh, kitty— I’m so sorry—”

“My mom just wants what’s best for me,” she feels herself get smaller and smaller, hiccuping hard enough for her to jump. Will she disappear? She wants to. Can she? Will Adrien let her? Probably not. He has a habit of wanting her to be happy, even when she wants to do nothing but disappear forever. “But we get into arguments about what that is all the time.”

“I know.”

“How I should be trying harder in school.”

“Yeah.”

“How I should”—she pauses, trying to think of something, anything, to fill in the gaps—“be trying harder to balance my civilian life and superhero duties.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, kitty.”

“How I need to be better. How I need to stop crying. How I need to do everything except what I’m doing now, because it isn’t enough.”

“Kitty…”

“She wants me to succeed, but instead of comforting me, she keeps adding more stress onto my shoulders by telling me how I should be dealing with my problems instead. And it hurts. And it’s painful. And I’m lonely. And I can’t do anything about it.”

“You have something you can do. You can stay right here with me. You can stay right here until it feels better. All of it. Everything.”

“It’s hard being a superhero,” she whispers. What an understatement of a lifetime. What does she choose to talk about first? What does she pick to say? “I don’t know how Mister Bug does it without breaking down.”

“Maybe he does. Maybe he struggles just as much as you do.”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine that. Do you think he’s okay?”

“Well, he’s just a human. Just like you are. He has problems too, doesn’t he?”

“I can’t picture Mister Bug having problems. I should ask him.”

“I don’t think you need to,” Adrien shrugs. “I think he already knows how much you care about him.”

“Then, should I be going to him and telling him what’s wrong? Do you think he’s upset, knowing that I choose to talk to someone else about my problems?”

“I think he’s happy that you have someone you trust,” he whispers, damp fingers tracing the shell of her hexleather ears. She can’t feel it like her normal skin, because it’s a magical suit, but the little triangles at the top of her head twitch as if they’re sensitive to touch. “I think it makes him feel content, knowing that you go to someone you like and talk about your issues instead of bottling them up.”

“Love,” she corrects. “Everyone knows that I love you.”

“Love,” he repeats back to her with a smile. “Right. Yes. I think it makes him feel good, knowing you go to talk to someone you love about your problems.”

“The whole world knows, you know. Even Hawkmoth knows that you’re my best friend. People talk about it on social media all the time. We’re a pair. We’re a duo. We’re a matching set.”

If only people knew just how close the two of them actually are. Selfies taken on the street when either of them finds each other, pretending to act like simply a celebrity finding another celebrity on the streets of Paris, instead of being two best friends.

“We’re a team,” he whispers.

“Team shark.”

“Exactly,” he talks even softer. “We’re a team, little kitty. You and me.”

“Because no jaw is too strong,” she replies.

“No smile is too full of teeth,” oh, there’s a smile in his voice.

“And no mouth is too wide to keep me away from you. Never. No Akuma. No Lady Noire’s mother. No stupid photoshoots that they pencil you in at the last minute. No world-ending apocalypse that Mister Bug and I have to fix every month. Nothing will keep me from you.” They settle into a silence that is only partially filled with her sniffles and the occasional wipe of her mask with the back of her hand. It’s a shame she can’t feel his fingers on her back, following the lines of her spine like she knows he’s doing— but it’s the sacrifice she pays up in order to stay protected from Akuma battles.

“Nothing will keep me from you, either. No nightmares, no Akuma, no fangirls that drive me crazy.”

She listens to the silence, opening her eyes to the darkening room, watching the sky outside his floor-to-ceiling windows start to orange and purple. It’s such a pretty sight, watching those clouds drift lazily by as Paris turns into a sight reminiscent of a dream. No wonder he doesn’t draw the curtains closed. Or maybe he just wants his room accessible to her at all times. “You know, sunshine, my uncle said that if I bottle up too many emotions I might start to break things.”

His eyes look like stars, looking at her in alarm and worry. “Like, you’re going to get violent?”

“No! No. Never. Not really. You know I wouldn’t.”

“Oh. Wait, then I don’t understand what you mean.”

“It wouldn’t be my choice. It would be just like a misfire of my powers.”

“A misfire?”

“It’s kind of like a protection, or a last-resort. When I’m so stressed out that my body just goes into self-preservation, making sure that it’s impossible to take my miraculous ring in case I’m indisposed.”

“Oh. I never knew this.”

“It’s to stop me from getting Akumatized.” As if the explanation makes this any better. “But it’s still not a good thing. Self-preservation is a pretty selfish thing to happen.”

“What”—she watches him lick his lips, as if he’s trying to choose his next words carefully—“what does it look like?”

“How do I explain this— it’s kind of like— uhm. Do you remember that movie we watched?”

“We watch many movies together,” he snorts, scrunching his nose into something silly when she cracks a smile.

“Come on. The one with the wizard.”

“Do you know how little that narrows it down?”

“The one with the demon.”

“Oh boy. Remind me not to join any charades groups with you— we’d lose every round.” The two of them snicker at each other.

“Okay, it’s the one where the woman who falls in love with—” she pauses. “A guy.”

“Wait a minute. What were you going to say?”

“Just some guy.”

He narrows his eyes. “Some guy you really like.”

“He’s okay.”

“What’s his name?”

She twiddles her thumbs. “Howl.”

Recognition sparks in those beautiful emerald green eyes of his. “Oh. Oh. The love of your life, yes. I’m aware.”

“He’s not—”

“Yes he is.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t bother lying, little kitty. I know why you love rewatching the movie with me, you little gremlin.”

“The music,” she argues, feeling her cheeks heat under her domino mask. “The atmosphere. The flowers—”

“The magician boys,” Adrien grins. “Howl especially. Admit it. You have a thing for blondes.”

“I— I do not. Anyway,” she tries her hardest not to grin back. If only he knew. If only he knew that she’s not thinking of Mister Bug when he says that. “Shut up. Stop looking at me. Stop it.”

“Am I right? Am I?”

“You’re harassing me.”

“It’s not harassment, it’s endearingly interrogating.”

“I’m moving on! I’m moving on from this topic!” She paws at him when his mouth twitches hard, trying to keep his laughter out. “Do you remember when Howl got so upset that his hair changed color?”

“And there was goo coming off the walls?”

“Yeah! Exactly! The room was shifting super weird and goo was dripping everywhere? Something similar happens with the black cat miraculous when they’re super upset.”

“Similar? Or do you actually make goo?”

“Just similar. I’m not a gooer.”

“Are you sure?”

“I promise, I’m goo free.”

“How free of goo are you?”

“Pretty gooless.”

“I don’t want to see you all gooey,” he ducks his head, smiling at her with a quirk of his mouth like he always does when he’s teasing. “I don’t ever want to see that happen. Ever. And it’s not going to happen, because you and I are a team, and team members don’t turn into goopy sludge.”

Does he know how much that means to her? To hear the words out loud that he doesn’t ever want to see her get to the breaking point where her miraculous powers start to drain and create vacuums in the air around her? That he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that she never gets to the stage where she breaks windows and concrete and whatever surface it is she’s standing on— whatever object she’s holding?

Her smile is so watery.

So, so watery.

“What? The concept of a jelly Lady Noire too strange for you?”

“Anything that isn’t my kitty in her normal and natural form is too strange for me,” he shares a smile with her, those beautiful green eyes looking at hers. “But don’t worry. If it ever gets to that point where you’re a gelatin, I’ll love you. Even when you’re gooey.”

“Gross.”

“And oozy.”

“Ew.”

“And goopy.”

“Ugh. Why do I sound so disgusting?”

“I’ll love you even if you’ve turned into a slime.”

“Watch out, Hawkmoth. Slime Noire is here. Even though I don’t actually turn into slime physically, I am emotionally. Try taking my miraculous now.” They share laughter hard enough to hurt in the spaces between her ribs. His laughter soothes an itch that is somewhere next to her heart— it’s a warm and gentle balm. She loves him. She loves him so much.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he tells her when she finally picks up her head from the couch, wiping at her eyes, smiling down at him. He has to crane his head up to look at her from where he is, sitting on the rug, but it doesn’t look like he minds it. “I’m glad you showed up, kitty. It’s lonely without you here.”

“I like coming here.” As if she even has to admit it. As if he doesn’t know. The only reason why she doesn’t stay permanently in this room is because of all the plants she’s populated her room with. And, of course, the whole problem that Adrien doesn’t know her secret identity. Hard to take a shower in a hexleather suit. It’s not like she would be able to move in and be able to use the bathroom. “You make me feel safe and wanted.”

“You are wanted.”

“You know what I meant.”

“I meant by me. You are wanted by me— and I know you know that— but I want to repeat it anyway. I always want you to be happy here.”

“You already make me feel happy. Always.” Oh, she can feel how her cheeks stain harder underneath her hexleather mask. “I know your house is quiet, but— when I’m here with you— it doesn’t feel so overwhelming. Being in my house makes everything so loud. So many cousins asking me to help them. So many aunts and uncles begging me to cover their shifts or go do errands. And my mom—”

Well.

“You don’t have to do any of that here.” He lifts his arms up, offering himself for a hug when she cuts herself off and starts to think about it all over again. She slips off the couch quick enough to startle him, planting a knee at the side of his hip and another between his legs and crushing his broad shoulders into a hug. His fingers find a way through her braid, just like always, massaging a certain spot on her scalp that makes her eyes role and see stars. “You don’t have to do anything. I want you here.”

“You’re just trying to make sure I don’t turn into Goopy Noire.”

“Maybe I like the idea of being able to save the citizens of Paris from a sludge,” he laughs so warmly into her shoulder. “Being a superhero of my own. Who knows. Or maybe I really do care about you, kitty.”

“What a weirdo.” Oh— her voice is cracking.

He doesn’t mention it. “God, I know. Caring about my best friend is so stupid these days.”

“Yeah. Who does that?”

“People who love one another.”

“Wait. Are you admitting you like me?”

“Don’t tell anyone. No one will hire me for modeling gigs if they found out about my secret.”

“You know what? Just because of that, you’ll be the first one to get consumed by my goo.” She dissolves into laughter so hard that the both of them tumble backwards on the rug from how much the both of them shake, grinning at each other like the idiots they are, snickering and poking fun at each other.

“Ew,” Adrien manages to say at some point during their laughter. “That sounds disgusting.”

“It’s the price to pay.”

“What price? What am I paying for?”

“No idea. But it’s the price you’re going to have to pay,” she wheezes out between snorts, peeling away from their hug just enough to make eye contact.

He can’t see her as well as she can see him. It’s dark now, and it’s way too dark for human eyes to see in his room. She can see him in perfect clarity, of course, because her miraculous allows her to see in the dark as if it were still daytime— so she gives herself the luxury of looking at him without him pulling a face or teasing her.

Just a little snippet.

Just a little indulgence.

Just a little moment that is hers that she won’t share with anyone else.

And yet, it’s as if he knows what she’s thinking about anyway, like he can read her face in this much darkness. His thumb rubs circles on her domino mask, wiping away her tears and her worries and her problems with that smile he only gives her. It’s not his Agreste smile. It’s Adrien’s smile. Toothy and stupid and silly and his— he’s not self conscious about himself in front of her. He never is. “You’re important to me, little kitty.”

“You’re important to me too, Charming,” she wiggles her toes in her boots before tackling him into another hug that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always. Every day. Gooey or not.”

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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You Put the Stars to Shame

Request: Hey! I wanted to make a request with Din. Maybe some soft, touch starved, love making?

A/N: So, this started as something much shorter and then ended up here. I have no shame and I am not sorry. This might be some of the softest stuff I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy! xx

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: this is soft, but it’s still 18+ because of you know...sex

Mandalorian Masterlist

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Pacing back and forth along the cargo hold of the Razor Crest, you held the babbling green baby tightly to your chest, trying to get him to calm down and finally succumb to the soft pull of sleep. He’d gotten up along with the sun that morning, rousing you bright and early and keeping you occupied all day. He was just like any other child, so curious and in awe at everything that it was a job in and of itself to take care of him all day.

But right now, not even the wild little child could not keep your mind occupied and free from thoughts of the Mandalorian that had been absent for more days than you would have liked. He’s left four days go, early one morning before the sun rose off in search of an elusive quarry. He’s promised the two of you that he’d be back within the day, two at the most, but he still hadn’t made his triumphant return. You’d had no communication or heard anything from him since then.

The first day you weren’t worried; you knew there was a variable amount of things that could go wrong, and the off chance that the quarry wasn’t even on that particular planet. You’d managed to clean through all of the weapons in his cache, polishing and shining them until they looked brand new, with the help of your small assistant of course.

The second day, an uneasy feeling had settled into your stomach, but you ignored it, reminding yourself that there was nothing to worry about. Maybe he was just being slow and methodical. He’d had bounties had before that had managed to allude him for some time before. You cleaned up the entirety of the ship that day, making everything spic and span, shining like it never had before.

The third day that uneasy feeling had transformed into a giant knot and you could think of nothing but the horrid things that could have happened to him. What if something had gone terribly wrong? What if he was laying in the ditch somewhere, bleeding to death or already dead? What if? What if something happened and you never told him how you felt? You managed to pull yourself together enough to keep the child occupied, trying not to worry him along with yourself. He was sensitive to your every mood and could easily pick up on your distress. He shouldn’t have to worry - Din wouldn’t want that. He wouldn’t want you to worry either. Instead you focused on washing all the blankets, pillows, and clothes you could find, even mending and patching the threadbare pieces, making a note that you’d all need new clothes soon before winter’s harsh bite was too strong.

By the fourth morning, you were at your wit’s end. You hadn’t slept much the night before, tossing and turning with nightmares plaguing the little bit of slumber you did find. Whatever images flashed through your mind, they all ended with Din being hurt. By the time the child was tugging on your arm, you were almost happy for the relief of being awake. He had cooed at you excitedly, his large eyes wide as you scratched his big ears and held him close, trying to reassure him, and yourself, that everything was alright. He was getting worried too; you could sense it. You’d spent the day letting him stretch his legs and play in the lush green surrounding the ship were you had made camp, resorting to baking and cooking once the sun started to set. It was something to keep you occupied, but it wasn’t enough. You were almost sick with worry.

“Come on my sweet love,” you whispered gently to the babbling baby, softly tapping his nose before scratching the space between his ears. Swaying him with gently, hoping it would do something to quell his worries, you hummed under your breath. You didn’t know the tune, but you’d heard Din humming it probably close to a thousand times by this point. You never asked what it was or how he knew it, but you loved it either way, “don’t you want to try and sleep? Your papa will be home soon.”

He perked up a little bit, giving you a curious look with those big owlish eyes, almost as if he was questioning you. You gave him a small smile before sitting down on the floor of the small makeshift kitchen, “I dunno how I know. But I just know, you know?”

You answered his unspoken question and he cooed lightly before reaching up and gently touching your cheek with his small hand. A few tears had inadvertently rolled down your cheeks and he was doing his best to wipe them away, which only served to make you cry harder. What were you going to do if Din didn’t come back, “it’ll be okay, right? Tell me it’ll be okay. Maker, I wish you could just tell me that he’ll be home soon, heavy sigh and all.”

He made a small sound, almost as if he was commiserating with you, before laying down on your chest and doing his best to wrap his small arms around your neck. Trying to quiet yourself, you held him tightly, hanging on as if you feared that if you let go he might disappear. Eventually, after crying yourself to the point where your throat felt raw, you find solace in sleep, the two of you lightly snoring.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but eventually a small sound met your ears and cause you to startle awake. You sat up, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other still clutching the small, sleeping bundle. He must have been tired and in a deep sleep if he hadn’t stirred. Standing up slowly, you held him tightly as you looked around for the source of the noise, a small sliver of hope in your heart that it might be Din.

You ducked quickly into the small sleeping quarters, gently laying the child down in his little pram and closing the shutters so he wouldn’t be disturbed and actually get some sleep. Stalking back into the main hold of the ship, you looked around everywhere for the source of noise, hoping the Mandalorian would surprise you at any moment. But your heart quickly sank as you searched every part of the ship and found no other signs of life. You came to the conclusion that Din was not there, and it was either your imagination that had roused you from slumber, or just something from outside.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you trudged back into the kitchen and stared at the little cake you and the child had spent the afternoon baking. It was a sad, meager little thing, messy and uneven, but it was Din’s favorite. You knew he would love it, especially since the two of you had made it together. Maybe now he’d never even get the chance to try it.

Another wave of sadness washed over you as stared at it, hoping he would be back to try it. Until then, you decided, you’d wrap it up and keep it safe for him. Pacing around the hull for a moments, you dragged your fingers along the cool metal of the walls, knowing that sleep would evade you, knowing that nothing would settle your heart. What would you even do? Maybe you should contact Cara, or Kuiil to see if they could offer assistance. Surely they must be able to help, right?

So consumed in your thoughts, at first you didn’t even hear the ramp to the ship start to open. When you finally did, you were so startled that your only reaction was to grab a blaster - fight or flight definitely kicked in and it had definitely been honed by Din.

Stepping down the ramp, blaster at the ready, you prepared for the inevitable; instead you were met with the sight of Din, clutching his arm and slowly making his way up the ramp. So surprised and taken aback, you kept the blaster pointed at him as you took a few ragged breaths.

“What are you going to do?” his voice sounded rough and raspy, even more so since it was modulated by the vocoder of his helmet, “were you going to shoot me, mesh’la?”

“Din,” your voice shook as you discarded the blaster, tossing it to the side as you rushed over to him. You put your hands on his shoulders, almost as if you were unsure it was him, that you could possibly be fooled by a mirage. But your hands met the very real metal pauldrons of his armor. Tears, this time not of fear or worry, flowed down your cheeks as you came to the conclusion that he was back. He was here, “Din.”

He let out a ragged breath, as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you tightly. Din didn’t say a word, as he hugged you, holding onto you to ground himself and pull back into reality; he was home. Winding your own arms around his neck and leaned down, resting your head on top of his shining beskar helmet. You stayed there like that for some, as his breathing evened out and he slowly regained his collected senses.

“You’re hurt,” you spotted the nasty looking gash on his arm, wincing slightly when you realized just how painful it must be. He looked up at you, his expression hidden by the visor of his helmet, shaking his head, “Din, please...let me take of you.”

“It’s okay,” he insisted, stubborn as a blurrg as you helped hoist him up to his feet, “please don’t worry yourself.”

“I don’t recall asking a question,” you insisted firmly, touching the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and gently rubbing the small bit of exposed, tan skin, “come on, my love.”

Your words were not lost on him as you slowly started making your way up the ramp, keeping a tight grip him to make sure he wouldn’t fall. You hadn’t realized your little gaff, but even if you did, you wouldn’t have cared at this moment. You locked everything up behind you, before helping him to his cot. Once he was seated, you put a hand on his helmet where his cheek would have been, “stay here for just a moment and I’ll get some supplies to clean you up.”

Not even giving him a chance to argue, you stood up and went to grab some gauze and bacta spray and pads - whatever would help. When you walked back in the room, he was sitting there, hanging his head, looking worse for the wear. You kneeled in front of him, taking his hand in yours, and giving it a light squeeze; although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling there was a light smile there. You’d been about to tell him that he should take his armor off, but decided against it, a soft bit of understanding passing between the two of you.

Starting with his gloves, you slowly peeled them off and set them aside. His hands were large, warm, and surprisingly soft. You almost never got to see them without gloves, but you were about to take advantage of they felt in yours. A light sound was in trapped in his throat as he studied you with reverence, before you gently peeled off the rest of the beskar, piece by piece.

Din was soon left in only his underclothes and helmet, and it appeared, thank the Maker, that the only injury was on his arm. Grabbing the bacta pads and spray, you started to clean the wound, being as gentle as possible as to not injure him further. He hissed slightly at first, but let you work, slowly relaxing as he watched you, a small sigh of relief escaping his lips once the gauze was secured around his arm.

Letting your hand linger on his arm, you looked up him, still nestled between his large legs. It was an almost compromising position, but there was nothing awkward or wrong with how it felt now. He leaned his head down and rested his forehead against yours in a soft sign of intimacy. Softly, your voice barely above a whisper you said, “your helmet....I...please tell me you’re alright under there. I don’t want to...”

You would never dare - ever - to remove his helmet, but you were curious. You were curious to see the man underneath the helmet, as he was, just him. You wondered if he had the soft brown eyes you always pictured, if the dark curls that sometimes poked out from under his helmet matched the rest of his hair. If his smile was gentle as you imagined, if his nose was as noble as you dreamt of. But you would never do anything to comprise his creed, to give up the way.

Din’s breathing quieted for a moment, and you brought your hands to either side of his helmet, holding him as close to you as possible. If there was a moment that you never wanted to let go of, it was this: the quiet peace, the gentle tenderness and sacrosanctness of the moment. It was a few moments before he brought his hands up to yours, his much larger ones easily engulfing yours, warm, firm, and steadfast on yours. Slowly, almost achingly slowly, he started to push your hands up; you were so surprised that it took a long moment to see figure out what he doing. But once you did, your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you wondered if his was doing the same, if he had thought about this moment before, if he had been waiting for his moment as long as you had.

“Din,” it was small, almost whimper, holding the promise of so much more. He knew what you were asking, he knew what this meant. What this meant to you, to him, to the creed, to everything that you weren’t just a friend or a companion, you were more - much more. Suddenly you knew Mesh’la was never just a nickname; it was everything.

It seemed like it took a million years, and yet no time at all, as the anticipation that had been building for so long was threatening to bubble over. Once you had gotten a glimpse of his chin, your eyes instinctively squeezed shut, blocking out even the brightest of light. Your hands were guided by his as he set the helmet down, at his side. He dropped them from yours, and slowly brought his hands to either side of your face, gently cradling your cheeks. Your eyes still remained shut, lashes clinging together, damp with tears.

“Mesh’la,” his voice was saccharine, beautiful and warm as ever, “open your eyes.”

Look at me, he wanted to say, please just look at me.

Taking his hand and bringing it your lips, you pressed a soft kiss to his palm. You trusted yourself, you trusted him and slowly opened your eyes, taking a moment to blink away the bleariness from your tears. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting, but as your vision focused, a gently smiling face, one with sweetest brown eyes you had ever seen was staring back at you expectantly.

You let a shaky breath as you realized this was Din. This was him in his most vulnerable state, his most true self. He was just as nervous as you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you studied him. His soft dark hair was mussed, he looked beyond tired, and there was several days worth of stubble on his face. He was everything you had ever expected, and then much more. But Maker, was your silence making him worry.

Leaning up slightly and catching him off guard, you placed your hands on his cheeks, getting familiar with the feel of his skin, how delicate and warm he was. How human. But then, surprising you both, you closed the small, almost nonexistent gap between your bodies and pressed your lips to his plush, full ones. It was nothing dramatic, nothing crazy or wild, like legends and stories always make a first kiss out to be.

Instead, it was a slow, soft, unsure thing as you both tried to figure out what you were doing, how badly you had been craving this. It was far from perfect, a passionate mess of teeth and tongue as you moved against his each other and he cupped the back of your neck and held you as close as possible. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying again until he pulled back from and wiped away every last bit of your tears.

“I thought I had lost you,” you faltered as you watching, more thankful than ever before that he was back, safe and sound, “I was scared, Din, so scared. I don’t know what I would have done if...”

“Shhh,” he said gently, “it’s okay, Mesh’la, I’m here. I would never...I’ll always come back to you. In this lifetime and the next and the next. Every one of them, even if I had to drag myself from the pits of hell.”

Unable to think of a proper response, positive that words would not be able to properly convey how you felt, you kissed him again, and responded in kind, his hands finding your waist and pulling you up so you were sitting in his lap. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and you leaned into him as closely as possible. You had been refraining from this for so long, so long had you ached and longed for him, that now you wanted to feel every part of him as much as you could.

Once you found your rhythm, you could feel him smiling against your lips as his hands touched the soft, exposed skin of your hips. It wasn’t on purpose, an accident rather, but it caused you to gasp lightly. Din stopped for a moment, searching your eyes to make sure you were okay, and not feeling uncomfortable. You grabbed his wrists and held his hands steadfast on your hips,”it’s okay. I was just startled, your hands are cold.”

He laughed lightly, bringing his head forward and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and ran a hand through his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp as you held him close, before burrowing your face into his neck, “Din. You’re so beautiful, my love. You always were before, but getting to have you...completely...it is not something I cannot easily described with words.”

He murmured something softly against your shoulder, but you couldn’t make out the words. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to, or if it was just for him. Tracing your hands over his back, you slowly started to pull up his shirt, testing the waters as you both entered new territory. When he didn’t stop you, you continued your work, slowly, inch by inch pulling off his dark undergarment; he pulled back and lifted his arms, making it easier for you strip him completely as you discarded the shirt onto the floor.

His torso was a golden bronze, soft and warm, and littered with various marks and scars that he had no doubt acquired over the years from his line of work. He seemed almost shy as you cast your eyes over him, trying to commit everything to memory. You turned slightly and slowly starting to push him back so he was lying on his back on the cot, staring back up at you. You traced your fingers lightly over his torso, touching every part of him, every inch of him that you could. He sighed lightly under your feather light touch.

His hands traced over your sides and you nodded lightly, silently granting him the permission he sought. Peeling off your shirt, he soon had it on the floor next to his, and you quickly let your undergarment join the shirts. You leaned down so you were basically laying on top of him, pressing gentle kisses to his skin. A few on his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest and down his stomach, the areas where he had particularly painful looking scars getting extra attention.

His stomach blossomed with nothing but love and affection for you as you were gentle, so gentle with him. He was not sure he had ever experienced this type of kindness and love before - honestly, he wasn’t ever sure he was deserving of it. But you always made feel the expect opposite, so loved, so human, so worthy.

He slowly pulled you back up, bring his lips to yours as he wrapped his arms around you and hugging you tightly to him. A soft sigh left your lips as kissed with such a fervent passion that it almost left you feeling drunk - on his love and touch.

You tilted your head back as a small mewl left your lips allowing Din even easier access your jaw and neck, almost inch of you bared before him. You were in such a vulnerable situation, but it didn't feel like anything but pure bliss and warmth as his lips explored every inch of your soft skin. His grip was firm but his exploration was the opposite.

Din was trying to learn every bit of your body, every touch, every curve. He admired how soft and delicate you felt, a complete juxtaposition to him; a balance of the darkness he had experienced and the lightness you carried.

Lightly, his mouth almost never leaving yours, he switched positions with you so you were on your back. Your eyes were trained on his, curious, wide, and filled with pure adoration. Surely he must have ascended because he would not think himself this fortunate in any lifetime to experience you in such softness.

You pulled him back to your swollen lips, arms around his neck as you held him close to you. It was so little, but meant so much. He took his sweet time, in rush as though all the time in the galaxy was on his side. And you let him, keeping a firm grip on him, but remaining gentle with his bandaged arm. The sound of your small sounds were saccharine to his ears, like music meant only for him.

It was a long time before he pulled back from you, and you silently grabbed his hands, setting them on the waistband of your pants. His eyes got lost in yours as he slowly undid the zip and fly of your pants, slowly them own your legs, drinking you in like he was a man that hadn't seen water in ages.

His touch was almost searing on yours as he explored the parts of you he had never seen before; your hips, your thighs, and every part. Sure that he was still either in shock or nervous, just as you were, you decided to help by pulling the remainder of your undergarments down and kicking them off, leaving you naked as the day you were born. His breath hitched in his throat as he reached up and ghosted his long fingers over your face, "you are easily the most stunning thing I have ever seen. You put the stars to shame, mesh'la."

You responded with a soft smile as you reached for the waistband of his thick trousers, fingers shaking lightly with nerves as the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in. This was happening - you were committing yourselves to each other in more ways than just physical. But you had known that as soon as he had made the decision to take off the helmet; you also knew that his decision had not been made on the spot, it had been slowly coming to fruition over a long time.

When the waistband was unbuttoned and unzipped, Din took over and slid his woolen pants down, kicking them away in a hurry. It wasn’t that his lust was all consuming or that he couldn’t wait, no, he’d already waited so long for you and he would be having been willing to wait for however long it took. But, rather, he wanted to feel every part of you on every part of him. He’d...known women before you, just as you’d known other men before you, but there was something so much more intimate and special about this, about you. But the way you beamed at him, a smile that rivaled when the beauty of Tatooine’s twin suns, his misgivings were washed and he just felt...loved.

He propped himself on an arm next to your face, his injured arm burying itself in your hair as he kissed you, nuzzling his nose against yours. Capturing his lips in a soft kiss, you whispered a string of soft reassurances in his ear. Maker, you hoped, desperately so, that this was a sight that would become familiar. Reaching down you took his hardened length and guided him to your entrance, already well slick with your arousal.

He slowly pushed in, a low moan escaping him as he gave you time to adjust to his length. It was a blissful feeling, mildly painful as you body adjusting to his width, but soon replaced with pleasure as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. He let out a breathy laugh before kissing you again, relishing in how you felt around him, how everything felt so right, so perfect.

He had stilled in you, but slowly began to move, taking his time as there was no rush; he could have stayed buried in your forever. Arching into his touch, your hands were all over his body as you didn’t bother to hold back the little moans and sounds that he was pulling from you. It was such a slow and soft thing, you both knew you wouldn’t last long, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, really, just being there in that moment.

“Din,” you pulled his face towards, making sure his eyes are were on you, “when we go to bed, or when you leave, you always say...well, I don’t know exactly what, but I want to know what it means.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum?” he asked quietly as a light blush crept into his cheeks. You nodded and tried to repeat the words, failing miserably at doing so, causing the Mandalorian to chuckle fondly at you, “you’re so close...you’ll get there eventually, Mesh’la.”

“What does it mean?” you repeated, almost burying your face in his neck as he continued to move, and you were getting closer and closer to seeing stars, your vision softly going hazy, “you can tell me anything, Din.”

“It’s Mando’a,” he explained, kissing the side of your head as he felt himself getting incrementally closer to his bliss too, “it means...I love you.”

“I love you?” you gasped softly as he pressed almost nonexistent kisses along your jaw and neck, inhaling your warm scent; it had been his favorite for a long time, “but...you’ve been saying that to me for....”

“I know,” he finished your thought for you as he slowly started to still his lips, and you felt him twitch within you. He felt you grin against his chest as your hands trailed to his hips and beyond, grabbing the soft flesh of his backside.

“Ni...kar’grar...suum,” you mumbled against him, forgetting the words as you closed your eyes as your release washed over you, “kriff - I love you.”

A slight moan spilled from his lips as your words crashed around his ears, and he never felt more grounded or alive than ever in that moment. It was enough to spur him into his own release you and felt him spill within you. Wrapping him in your arms, you pulled him down to you, ignoring the fact that he was virtually crushing you, just wanted to feel him as close as humanly possible, to feel every breath he took, every movement he made.

His eyes met yours and pressed a lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I love you.”

There it was. Finally, hanging in the air and in the open. Although, as you had found out, he had been saying it to you for so much longer than you could have imagined. But it was easier, so much easier than you had thought it ever would be. Maybe that was how love was supposed to feel....easy and bright. You liked that idea; you liked the idea of sharing that sort of gentle love with Din.

He re-positioned himself so he was lying across from you, his longer legs still tangled with yours as he brushed the stray locks of hair away from your face. You were worn out and sweaty, basking in the afterglow as you stared at your newly anointed lover. Maker, he was the most wondrous sight you had ever beheld.

“We made you a cake!” you suddenly remembered, eyes widening as you pictured the sad little thing that was wrapped up and waiting for him. His eyes light up as he laughed warmly, a rich, deep timbre that sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“Kriff,” he sighed lightly, “what did I do to deserve you?”

“You haven’t seen the cake,” you leaned in closer so your nose was brushing against his, “I wouldn’t say that just yet.”

“I’m not talking about the cake,” he let out a content sigh as wrapped an arm around your waist. You burrowed into his chest, listening to the even beating of his heart; it was strong and steady, just like him.

“I know,” you echoed his words from earlier, “I just...”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he repeated slowly so you could listen to the inflection and tone of each word, “I mean it, Mesh’la. I have and will, in every lifetime I am blessed enough to find you.”

“Every lifetime,” you suddenly felt tired, a deep tired, but a happy one as you settled further into his chest, “like you said. Even if I have to drag myself from the depths of hell to find you. I would it, and again, and again, and again.”

He rested his head on top of yours and you could feel his throat catch as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. Closing his tired eyes, he let himself drift to sleep, content in knowing that this wasn’t just a dream - you were tangible and very real. You’d wake up in his arms and he’d get a lifetime of this. A life time of kisses, of love, of you.

And he was okay with. Even if he had to crawl from the very depths of hell to just see you smile one more time.

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suckmysupernatural · 4 years ago

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Because I Want To

Word Count: ~1,200

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Depression, negative self-image, sadness, few bad words?

Summary: You can’t help but feel like a burden.

A/N: Hello, a break in my series posting to give y’all a comfort one shot. I am currently in a depressive episode so this is how I am coping with some of those feelings. Much love, Sarah.

Walking past the kitchen, you could hear the sound of the water running. Peaking your head through the doorway, you saw Dean with suds up to his elbows. He was doing the dishes, which was originally a job that you had agreed to take on. Recently, it had been hard to keep up. You were just so tired.

It wasn’t that you were incapable, you were just unmotivated. Doing small tasks like washing dishes and showering seemed like hiking up a mountain. Instead, your bed called out to you. Dean had asked a few times now if you were doing okay and of course, you said yes. It wasn’t like you were doing bad, it was just… exhausting. Once you were in bed with multiple blankets, you were fine. Your mind could rest. Anything else and it felt like you had weights tied to your body, dragging you down.

This used to happen a lot before you met the Winchesters. When you lived in a studio apartment in your early 20s, you would go weeks without cleaning anything. Dust would collect and dishes would pile up but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. But now, you weren’t living alone. The bunker was a shared space and you weren’t doing your part to keep it clean.

You quickly slipped out of the kitchen, not wanting Dean to notice you. It was already embarrassing enough to have him clean up your mess. You didn’t deserve Dean or any of the others that called you their friend. Dean was your boyfriend, but lately, you felt like he was your caretaker. He was always having to clean up after you, to comfort you. You didn’t understand why he stayed with you. There were no benefits for him, no reason to keep you around. You were a burden, a mess. You couldn’t even do a simple daily chore.

Grabbing a towel, you went to take a shower. Turning the knob all the way, you let the room fill with steam. Stripping off your clothes, you avoided looking into the mirror. It wasn’t about being insecure with your body, you just didn’t want the reminder that you were a person. At least if you didn’t look down, you could just let yourself fade for a few minutes. Stepping into the shower, the water burned hot on your skin, making it tingle and go numb. You sat down, not having the energy or desire to stand. The water cascaded down your back as you curled into a tight ball, bringing your knees to your chest. Silent tears fell from your eyes. You sat there for a long time, blessing the bunker for its seemingly endless supply of hot water. You let your mind run in circles, an endless supply of self-deprecation playing on a loop. A knock interrupted it.

“Y/N?” you could hear Dean’s voice through the bathroom door. You just laid your chin on your knees, not saying a thing. “Y/N, you’ve been in there a long time. Are you okay?” Again, you were silent. “Okay, if you don’t say anything I’m coming in.”

“I’m fine,” you said just loud enough for Dean to hear. He rolled his eyes, knowing that must be a lie.

“Bullshit, I’m coming in anyway,” Dean warned. The door opened and you kicked yourself for not locking it. Like that would stop him, though. He was more than willing to kick it down. He saw you sitting on the floor of the shower and concern etched itself into his face. He made quick work of taking off his clothes, joining you. He sat behind you, his legs open on either side of you. He grabbed your shoulders, leaning you back to his chest. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t say anything. The question alone brought more tears to your eyes and you weren’t sure if you would be able to hold it together if you began to explain.

“Baby, please. Talk to me, I’m worried,” Dean whispered in your ear. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you.

“The dishes were my job,” you said softly.

“I’m confused. You’re sad because I did the dishes?” Dean asked. He didn’t have any judgment in his voice. He just wanted to understand.

“No, I’m sad… I’m mad… that I didn’t. That I let them sit out for so long that you felt you might as well do them. That I can’t do the one simple fucking job,” you shook your head.

“Sweetheart…” Dean started.

“No! Please, don’t try and make me feel better,” you turned in his arms, now facing him. “You always have to do that, make me feel better. I’m such a goddamn burden on you. You are always having to clean up my messes and I hate it. I hate that I can’t be enough. I hate that I want to be better but I just can’t seem to get there. I feel like I’m so close to being okay but I’m still just not. You, Sam, Jack, and Cas, you guys are amazing and kind and awesome. I just weigh you guys down. I’m a job, another chore you have.”

“Hey, no!” Dean grabbed the sides of your face, making you look at him. “I don’t help you because I have to. It is because I want to. I love you, Y/N. I choose you because I love you. I did the dishes so that you weren’t having to stare at them, so you wouldn’t have to beat yourself up until you did them.”

“Yeah, but…”

“No, no buts. Only your cute butt,” Dean joked. You gave him a small smile. “Y/N, I know you want to do everything, that you want to be the perfect girlfriend for me, the perfect roommate and bestie to the others. That is what matters. Not that you can’t be, because sweetheart no one is perfect. But you care, you want to be amazing. That alone makes you amazing. It makes you good, it makes you the woman I love. This… thing, this problem that you have, it is not your fault. You didn’t decide to be depressed, to have no energy or motivation. Like any other illness, I am here to take care of you. That’s what you do for people you love when they are sick. You take care of them and hope that what you’re doing makes them feel even the smallest bit better.

Y/N, you know that I wouldn’t let anyone be cruel to you. That includes you. I won’t sit here and let you beat yourself up over something you have no control over. Something that you work so hard to fight. You are doing the best you can and that will always be enough for me. You are enough for me. So, I’ll do the dishes and I’ll sit in showers and I’ll hold you when you need me to. I would move mountains for you, sweetheart. This is the small stuff.” He rested a hand on your neck, pulling you into a sweet kiss. You sniffled as you pulled away. You were still crying, but for a different reason now.

“Thank you, Dean. I needed this,” you said.

“Anytime, now we should get out of here and dry off. You look like a giant prune,” Dean laughed. You smiled. He stood and offered his hand to you, helping you up. Grabbing a towel, he dried you off and then himself. The two of you went to the bedroom you shared and got dressed in your comfiest clothes.

“Netflix?” Dean asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

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