#grumpy outbursts mean it’s time for naps

[bloglizziekamiya]

After this latest Fastpass Wayne Family Adventures

I’m firmly on Team “MAKE BRUCE TAKE A NAP”

[beecanons]

Hello!!! :D Hi, could you do Raiden and Kung Lao (MK1) or maybe Hanzo and Kuai Liang (MK11) agere headcannons? Pleeeeease? Also have a good day, and it's okie if you can't!! :3

hi! im not sure if you wanted them individually or as pairs so i gift you!

Regressor mk1 trio headcanons, featuring Liu Kang, Kung Lao and Raiden!

i know you didnt mention liu kang and as much as i love kung lao, i cant seperate these guys theyre best friends.

raiden would absolutely be a cg for regressors liu kang and kung lao though he would be a bit of a strict and stern cg he would be very caring and keep them out of touble but when he says no, theres no changing his mind.

liu kang or kung lao could easily be a baby sitter for one another but with raiden as cg theyre best buds or even sibs on a playdate

this does include playfights

kitana is either a standin cg or babysitter at least for liu kang, maye not as much for kung lao but will look after them together if need be

raiden's the best at giving sublte and vague excuses for the three of them to leave when needed no one questions him but the other too often suck at it and stumble over or generally mess up the excuse

not very independant regressors, they normally wont even regress unless prompted somehow

raiden picks up on everything knows the moment they feel little and need something hes very attuned to them and can read them easily

angy liu kang has set things on fire didnt always mean to does apologize after time out

liu kang would be maybe 4-5 kung lao might be soemthere between 4-10 depending on the day

kung lao needs some sort of safety precaution on his hat he's allowed to have it, they tried telling him he cant and that was a mistake but when he's little they put something on the bladded rim and he'll sit and pout about it for a bit

regressor Scorpion(Hanzo) and cg sub-zero(Kuai Liang)!

this gif just defines their relationship for me "no, hanzo, this way, there." "oh i see" "good job"

hanzo regresses around age 6 he's a very curious kid but hes also very stubborn and grumpy

hanzo wont often ask for help kuai liang will notice when he needs help and will usually ask first but knows hanzo wont admit to it and will find ways to help him out without causing a fuss

gumpy kiddo will sit next to him and pout until the other takes the hint and gives him a hug doesnt really like cuddles but is okay with hugs or being held for a short time

"hanzo dont do it...noo..." something proceeds to light on fire and be put out with cold "thats it, time out, little one" "no!"

its a fight to get him to settle down he's easier to handle and tuck in for a nap or sleep after he's tired himself out kuai liang will find things to direct his energy towards to keep him busy until he tires or gets burnt out so he can cool down with a nap (pun intended)

its hard to find little gear he wont burn when he gets upset a make shift bottle or sippy cup is just a metal waterbottle. plastic will melt and wood will char, so metal things are about the only material that can withstand his outbursts.

after being grumpy and angry, hes really sweet and helpful at the end of the day hanzo wants to help kuai liang as a thank you for helpng him too he feels bad after he gets upset, so he wants to be helpful and do something nice and be a good kiddo to make up for it.

i love mk so much i hope these were okay!

[tessatales]

Touch Starved ✨Yelena✨

Yelena x F!reader

Warnings: none really, touch starved Yelena (duh) mention of missing family (no death though!)

Theme: touch starved Yelena, grumpy lady, comfort found

A/N: wow, this series is over! Actually finished! And on my birthday to boot. I’ve honestly loved writing all of these fic, and I’m sure I’ll come back to a variation of it somewhere down the line but until then- thank you to everyone whose read these fics and I hope they bring you as much joy and they’ve brought me ❤️❤️

*Your POV*

‘Yelena’s acting strange’ Bruce murmured as you passed, pointing the tip of his pen behind him as he walked back to his office.

“Roger that.” You reply, straightening your spine as you walked into the towers main living area. Yelena was only a visitor to Avengers tower, although her access was nearly as unlimited as the residents that called this place home. (with only a few exceptions)

“Yelena! Long time no see!” You said with a grin, leaving your fist out for the ex assassin to bump.

“Tony banned me for the car incident” Yelena shrugged, taking a sip of her beer. You nodded with understanding.

“We’ll getting a limited addition vintage car towed for a joke probably wasn’t your best idea” You replied, snatching the drink from her to take a swig. Yelena shrugged, saying nothing.

When the silence stretched on longer than usual for the talkative Widow, you decided to speak up.

“Your particularly quiet today, what’s up” You prompted, knowing instantly that you’d hit a nerve when Yelena practically slams her beer onto the counter.

“See I don’t get you people!” Yelena growled, throwing her hands into the air before standing from her seat.

“Just because I’m not taking up every silence does not mean there’s something wrong” Yelena continued, shoving her stool angrily back into place before snatching her beer and stalking off.

You tried your best to not take the outbursts personally, though you could still feel the sting. You knew that Natasha was usually best at keeping Yelena’s moods in check, but with her off in deep cover gods knows where, you knew you’d just have to navigate these moments alone.

Yelena would calm down eventually, You thought with a sigh before trudging back to your own rooms.

*Yelena’s POV*

Yelena knew she’d fucked up. She’d felt the guilt the second she’d slammed Natasha’s bedroom door behind her. The second she’s been out of Y/N’s presence, her mood dipped and the anger she’d felt died in an instant.

Yelena wished she knew what was causing her mood, the outbursts becoming more and more frequent the longer Natasha was away. But she just couldn’t figure out why.

Of course she missed Natasha, she was her sister after all, but this growing anger since Nat’s departure just wasn’t adding up.

Armed with limited information, Yelena took to the towers best search engine, J.A.R.V.I.S.

“Why am I feeling this way?” Yelena said to the air, not bothering to say the AI’s name.

“I assume you are talking to me Miss Belova” J.A.R.V.I.S. replied, his voice forever patient. Yelena grunted.

“May I give you a solution based on an observation?” J.A.R.V.I.S. asked as he turned Natasha’s rooms computer system on.

“Go ahead” Yelena replied, wandering over to the screens. As she did, several articles on touch starvation and it’s effects began to pop up, each one explaining in depth the different side effected the issue could have.

“Huh” Yelena said, mumbling her thanks as she began to read.

*A Few Hours Later*

Yelena paced silently outside of Y/N’s door for what felt like a lifetime- after many hours of reading and arguing with J.A.R.V.I.S, Yelena had relented in her argument and accepted she had to do something.

Taking a final few steps, Yelena stepped up to Y/N’s door, tapping on it lightly as she contemplated what she was going to say.

*Your POV*

Groggy from your nap, You padded slowly to the door, your eyes barely focused as you opened it.

“I miss Natasha and it’s making me be a bitch” Yelena blurts. You blinked.

“Come in?” You replied, confusion colouring your sleepy voice. Yelena accepted, sliding past you to flop into your unmade bed.

“I was a bitch earlier and the Computer Voice says it’s touch starvation” Yelena continued, clearly unaware that you were basically still asleep.

“Okay…?”

Yelena sat up, finally taking in your sleepy appearance.

“Were you sleeping?” Yelena said with a little guilt, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

“I was, but don’t worry about it. So what does Natasha and touch starvation have in common?” You asked, coming to sit beside the assassin.

“Natasha is my sister. So obviously she tends to touch me more than anyone else” Yelena said, staring at her hands as she spoke.

“Go on?” You prompt, trying your best to sounds as reassuring as possible.

Well… when I’d have a bad night- or if we were just hanging out, Nat would usually stroke my hair or lay her legs on me while watching tv…” Yelena whispered, picking at her nails as she explained.

“And she’s been gone so long it’s affecting you emotionally- that lack of touch?” You finished, taking in the information slowly. Yelena nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You asked exasperated, punching the assassin lightly on the arm before clambering up the bed and getting comfy.

“Ow! because I didn’t- what are you doing?” Yelena said, watching you with confusion as you lay the blankets beside you.

“I’m getting comfortable so we can nap together. Me and Nat do it all the time on the sofa” You replied, snuggling down with your arms outstretched, beckoning the ex assassin to cuddle with you.

After biting her lip for a while, Yelena seemed to give in, quickly sliding off her shoes before clambering up to lay in your arms, the blanket following soon after.

You were sure not to react to the audible sigh the assassin gave as she relaxed, her face seemed to involuntarily snuggled into your side as you adjusted to her weight.

Once comfortable, you placed one hand on Yelena’s head, moving your fingers in slow, circular movements as her blonde hair began to tangle between your fingers. The other rested lightly over her blanket clad waist.

The silence in the room was comfortable, with nether you or Yelena wanting to break the spell it had caused. Because of this, it took you a while to notice Yelena’s steady breathing and relaxed limbs. Only when her fingers began lightly twitching against your stomach did you realise she was asleep.

You weren’t going to wake her.

She’d finally opened up about something. And you weren’t going to break that intimacy. So you laid there in silence, still stroking the sleeping assassins hair.

Touch starved or not I’ll be here for you no matter what.

You thought as your eyes began to close, your hands slowing in Yelena hair until you eventually fell asleep yourself.

[tommybaholland]

when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x 

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[bxtchforstyles]

Terrible Twos

Harry Styles x Melody Styles 

(part of the styles fam series)

In which the third youngest child, Lila, is going through the ‘terrible twos’ stage. 

Warning: none 

Word count: 1.4k+

gif not mine. 

“Maybe three kids were too many.” 

Harry laughed at that, making a sour expression towards his wife, making her laugh along with him.”Yeh know, I don’t think it was only my decision.” 

“And you know that I was only kidding, I love all of our children.” His wife responded. 

Her husband’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist, “It just gets a little much sometimes, doesn’t it?” 

That made Melody sigh, leaning back into Harry’s embrace. “I don’t want to make it seem like I don’t love my kids, because I do love them all very deeply, it’s just that-” He cut her off. 

“I know, Mel.” 

After a few minutes of the silence that took over the couple as they stood in their bathroom connecting to their bedroom, they finally heard the shrill cries of children coming from the bedroom down the hall. 

The two of them shared glances, attempting to decide who would be the brave one to fend for their children. 

It usually didn’t seem like that big of a deal when someone said they had three kids, because that’s pretty average, and that’s what Harry and Y/N thought when they had their third child. But now that they have three, they were officially outnumbered, making their job ten times harder.

“Don't worry,” Harry presses a soft kiss to his wife's temple. “I got it.” 

She let out a sigh of relief, thanking him for he made his way out of their bedroom and into the hallway of their three children's rooms. 

The crying wasn't loud, but it was definitely there, a faint noise coming from their youngest daughter. 

The pink room was clean, no toys or books on the floor, which was odd to Harry. 

Melody must have cleaned her room while trying to get her to nap earlier this morning. She had tendencies of doing that, she couldn't just sit in the rocking chair and wait for Lila to fall asleep, she had to be doing something proactively. 

“What’s the matter doll?” He looks down at his daughter, who was standing up on her crib mattress, clinging tightly to the railing. 

Her eyes were glossy as she let out small whimpers towards her father. She looked so helpless, and she was. Being only two years old, and having her father wrapped around her small finger. 

“Daddy,” The sobs were continuous at that point, making it clear that the little girl just wanted her father. 

“Okay, okay.” Harry sighs, reaching down to grab Lila from her underarms, pulling her up and into his chest. 

She settled there for a moment, before starting to get fussy again. This shocked Harry because usually all Lila needed when she first woke up were some quick hugs from her parents, she was never grumpy like she was acting today. 

“Li, what’s wrong baby?” She was still tossing and turning in his grasp, seeming to try to escape. 

Her crying was only getting louder, “Down, daddy! Down!” 

A light frown appeared on Harry’s face as he began to wonder why his usually very sweet and cuddly child was acting so out of character. 

“Hey, hey.” He tried grabbing her attention, “Before I put you down, just tell me what’s wrong poppet.” 

That's when the unimaginable happened, well, to Harry at least. 

Lila hit him. 

repeatedly, Lila smacked her small fists against his hard chest. Of course, it didn't really hurt him physically, but it definitely hurt his feelings. 

“Lila,” He gasped dramatically in shock, “why are you hitting me?” 

Obviously she wasn’t going to answer, partly because she didn’t quite know how to form full sentences yet, but also because she was too busy throwing a screaming tantrum. Thankfully, the other kids in the house were already awake, or else she probably would have woken the entire house. 

That’s when Melody decided to enter the room before the situation got out of hand. She looked at Harry sympathetically before looking over at her wailing daughter. 

Her arms were flailing Towards Melody as she tried to get out of Harry’s grasp, and into her mothers. “Mama! Mama!” 

“Okay, okay. I see you, baby.” Melody took the toddler in her arms, cradling her head to her chest trying to calm her down from all the crying she had been doing. 

“Man, she is awfully grumpy, aren’t you Lila?” Melody could see the look of pure disappointment that laced Harry’s face as she tried to lighten the mood. She couldn’t tell if Harry was upset or angry, but that really didn’t matter to her because she knew her husband all too well. 

“She doesn’t hate you, so don’t you start thinking for a second that she does.” Harry looked up, having a miserable look on his face and light tears starting to well in his eyes. “She’s a baby, who she wants at a certain moment is going to fluctuate, that doesn’t mean she likes me better than you.”

Harry’s arms crossed over his chest, “She doesn’t right now, obviously.”

“And every other time when I come to get her, she’s begging for you!” Melody tries to prove a point, but to no avail. “She loves you Harry, she’s just a grumpy two year old, that doesn’t mean she hates you. She is just starting to randomly decide who she likes and doesn’t like.” 

“I know.” He finally gives in. 

*******

Lila had completely ignored her father for the rest of the day, and it was really starting to hurt his feelings, even though he didn’t want to show it. 

“Lila, baby, it’s time for your bath!” Melody shouted through the living room, smiling as she looked at her baby who was laying on the carpet in front of the TV 

Lila was in desperate need of a bath at this point in the night, she had red sauce stains all over her body from the spaghetti Harry had cooked for dinner, and also had frosting littering the area around her most from one of the treats Y/N had given the kids after dinner. ( A rare occurrence in the Styles household.) 

“Mommy, do I get to take a bath?” Kennedy, the second youngest of the three children asked from where she was sitting on the couch. Boy did that little girl love bath time. 

“Yes, Kenny, after the baby. Okay?” The little girl smiled, nodding in response to her mother. 

“Okay, Ly, let's get you cleaned up.” Melody picked up Lila, beginning to carry her towards the large bathroom that was connected to her and Harry’s bedroom. 

That’s when Lila began to throw her second tantrum of the day, kicking and hitting Melody as she tried to get out of her grasp. 

Melody handled it very swiftly though, quickly stripping Lila from her onsie and her diaper before placing her in the empty bathtub. Usually, Lila loved to take baths, just like the other two kids, so Melody thought this would calm her down. 

It did not though, only ensuing the screaming from the toddler. 

“What in the world…” Melody sighed to herself quietly before sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking down at her daughter. 

“What’s wrong, Lila?” Melody had a feeling she wasn’t going to get a response as the crying got louder. “I thought you loved baths, honey. What happened? Are you hurt?” 

Melody was very confused at her usually well behaved toddlers unusual outbursts. She had never acted with such outrageous behavior before, and her mother could only hope this was not turning into a new pattern. 

“What is going on in here?” Harry spoke loudly moments later as Melody heard him enter their bedroom. 

“We’re in here!” Melody called back as she felt her daughters forehead, wondering if she had some type of fever. 

“Lila! Why are you crying baby?” Harry yelled over the screaming toddler as he walked into the en suite bathroom. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she’s been fussy all day and I was just trying to give her a bath when she just started screaming, I think she might be sick or something.” Melody rambled, but Harry cut her off by placing his hand on the side of her cheek, smoothing the hair out of her face. 

All of the sudden, the cry stopped for a moment, just long enough for the little girl to catch her breath. “Dada,” She sobbed again, holding her arms up towards her father. 

“What the hell…” Harry mumbled quietly before looking down and reaching for his daughter, “What happened to being mummy’s girl for the day? Huh?” 

Melody could only laugh out of exhaustion as Lila leaned her head upon her father’s chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt roughly. 

“I hate to break it to you babe, but…” Harry trailed off dramatically. 

“I think we have finally reached the terrible two stage, yet again.” 

[bugsbucky]

Special Birthday Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: DDs: it’s your birthday and unfortunately, you and Sebastian/Bucky had a fight a few days ago and still aren’t talking. There’s a delivery of a large bouquet of flowers from your partner but the note attached makes you anxious he’s hinting for a breakup. How do you make up when you learn the note was just worded incorrectly?

Warnings: Angst, lots of tension, fluff, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,466 (Yikes!)

Authors Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​​ Extended Drunk Drabbles! A really really big thank you to my tumblrmama @hawksmagnolia​​​ for your help with this prompt! Couldn’t have finished it without you!! 

Happy birthday sweetheart!!! Hope you have a great day!

Many kisses Y/N! Have a fantastic day!

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy birthday, you beautiful human!

The birthday messages kept pouring in from your friends and family. Everyone close to you had wished you a happy birthday, everyone except Bucky.

The atmosphere in your tiny single bedroom apartment was uncomfortably thick. Even his Avenger friends picked up on the tension as soon as they had walked into the space.

The two of you had had a pretty heated fight a week ago about his continued grumpiness. Bucky was tired, you understood that since he’s been working so much, but his short patience with you was making you crazy. It seemed he bit your head off every time you opened your mouth. You were officially done with his surly mood so you chose to put him in his place, warning him that if he didn’t stop talking to you like that then he shouldn’t bother talking to you at all.

Since that day, he has chosen the latter and hasn’t spoken to you since. Whenever you and Bucky have fought in the past, one of you would usually break the silence after an hour. You kept expecting him to try and fix things, like apologise for his hostile remarks but nothing. You feared this was the end of your relationship, that this was his way of breaking up without saying it.

It was like two strangers under the same roof. You still shared the same bed, but at different times. You cooked and ate your own meals separately and spent most of the day in a different room away from each other.

 But today was your birthday and while you were really happy to receive such beautiful messages from those who loved you, the memory of your angry outburst and his silence sat heavily on top of your shoulders. Just knowing that you and Bucky weren’t okay was making it difficult to enjoy your day.

A sudden knock echoes throughout the apartment startles you and your head jerks to the door in the hopes to hear Bucky striding to answer it. When you hear nothing after a couple of heartbeats another loud knock comes. You huff in frustration and stomp towards the door. You hadn’t heard Bucky leave the apartment and knew he was here somewhere. He had come in very early this morning and you assumed he’d crashed on the couch. You’d been hiding in the bedroom, hoping the door would muffle any tears. 

Would it really be such an inconvenience for him to answer the damn door?

You yank the door open with more force than you intended to use and your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. A delivery man in brown uniform stood in front of you holding a beautifully wrapped large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Good afternoon ma’am! Are you Miss Y/L/N?”

You nodded. “Um yes, that’s me.”

“Great. I’ve got a delivery for you from Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.” Hearing his full name caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“Oh.” You blew out a surprised breath. He’d bought you flowers for your birthday? Your excitement died a bit and you swallowed a knot in your throat realizing he could have ordered them well before your fight.

The man clears his throat and you blink at him. It’s then you realize that he’s holding the flowers out for you to take them. You take them gracefully as possible, quickly scribbling your name down on the piece of paper and nudging the door closed with your foot.

 Setting the flowers down on the side in the kitchen, you go on a hunt for a big enough vase to fit the bunch. As you’re about to turn away, you see a note wedged between the petals from your peripheral vision.

Plucking the note between your fingers, your eyes scanning over the words printed on the back of it.

My love, I’m wishing you the happiest of birthdays. May the light guide your loneliness in your future adventures.

Yours, Bucky

What the absolute fuck did that mean? Your eyebrows furrow as you re-read it over and over and it still does not make any sense in your mind. Was he seriously hinting of a breakup with you? On your birthday of all days?!

Tossing the card on the kitchen counter, you take a step back and rub your temples. Tears were pooling in your eyes with the fear of what it meant.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked from behind you. The first three words he has spoken since your fight and his voice sounds almost foreign to you now. “Did you not like my flowers?” His voice was deep and raspy, as though he just woken up from his nap. You sensed some guilt there too.

“They are nice.” You breathed, keeping your eyes closed as your heart raced. This was truly the shittiest of birthdays you’ve ever had.

“Y/N.” You could feel his body heat in front of you, his footsteps were silent thanks to his experience as an assassin. His large hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled them away from your face. Tears slid down your cheeks and you averted your gaze everywhere but on him.

“Are you breaking up with me?” The words rolled off your tongue before you could swallow them down. Might as well give the shitty day a high five and get it over with.

For a moment, Bucky looks stunned. It’s quickly replaced with confusion as his brows knit together. “Of course not! We’re adults here, I know we can and will fix it. It was just a stupid little fig-”

“Then why word the note the way you did? What the fuck does it even mean? You make it sound like I’m going into my future alone without you. And today of all days, Bucky! It’s my fucking birthday and I can’t believe you’d do this!” 

The crease between his eyebrows deepens and now he’s more confused by what you meant. “What note are you talking about, doll?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes, the leftover anger from your fight and frustration of the week of silent treatment coming to the surface. You stepped around his large frame and almost punched the card into his chest.

He read over the note and you took mental notes of his expressions. Confusion that was replaced by anger. His nostrils flared as he ripped the card up and threw the pieces on the floor.

“I didn’t write that. That’s not even close to what I told the girl to write.” He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What do you mean?”

“The girl at the flower shop has this weird crush on me. I told her what I wanted the writing to say and that was not it and clearly she fucked it up deliberately.”

You looked at each other and soon it became a staring contest. A small smile fighting its way to your lips and you shift under his intense gaze.

“Y/N.” He whispered, stepping closer. “I promise baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I wouldn’t even dream of it. I know we haven’t talked this past week and believe me, it killed me. I had to keep fighting the urge to curl into you at night and wrap you in my arms. I’m so sorry for my moods and I promise I’ll get my shit together. And believe me, that girl who sabotaged that note will not get away with it.”

This time a smile did find its way to your lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He planted a kiss on top of your head and held you close, as though he was afraid you’d turn to dust.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He sighed. His breath fanning against your hair as he spoke.

“I love you too.” You craned your neck upwards and smiled. He kissed the tip of your nose and darted his tongue out to lick his dry lips.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered. Your chin resting against this broad chest. A goofy grin appears on his face and you already know the next words that will leave his lips.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I have a lot of making up to do. But since I didn’t give you your special birthday gift this morning, how about I give it to you now?” 

“You better make sure it’s extra special.”

“Extra special for my special girl, coming right up.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you straight into the bedroom.

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[13uswntimagines]

Prank Your Way Into My Heart (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Request: @Androgynousmoneyflowervoid: Alex Morgan is mean because she is scared of her feelings for the reader and reader thinks Alex hates her. Reader confronts Alex and they get into a fight and Alex tells the reader that she had feelings for her.

Pranks were a massive part of the USWNT culture. You had known that going in. You had accepted that you were most likely going to be the target of many of the team’s shenanigans because everyone liked to pick on the newbie. The baby, the rookie of the team as they had taken to calling you. To your surprise, the team had pretty much welcomed you with open arms. Krashlyn immediately taking you under their wing, and the youngins accepting you into their group with little fuss. 

Everyone seemed to like you. Everyone except Alex. It was like she had made it her personal duty to make your life a living hell. You took the first few pranks on the chin, smiling along with the rest of the team when you walked into your shared room after practice to find it plastered with sticky notes. Or when you woke up for practice only to be trapped in your bed by thousands of cups half-filled with water. Or when she had saran wrapped all of the pieces of your soccer kit. 

The pranks had been harmless, and in the beginning, you thought that it was just a tradition for a singular veteran to mess with their rookie, but then the pranks didn’t stop. You didn’t mind at first. You might have even secretly enjoyed the way Alex’s dimples looked after one of her tricks on you. Or how her cackle filled the room. You hadn’t minded being the butt of the joke if you got to hear that giggle. She was fucking gorgeous, and you may have had a tiny (massive) crush on the forward since before you even joined the team. The problem though was that the pranks hadn’t stopped. No, they seemed to be getting worse, and today you were truly not in the mood to deal with this shit. 

Team practice hadn’t gone well for you. You just couldn’t seem to get into a rhythm. You were groggy from being woken up at 3 am by your roommate Alex’s brilliant idea to dump ice water on you, and your sleepiness made it laughably easy for Emily to defend all of your attacks on goal. Your passes were sloppy and not even Lindsey’s jokes could lift your grumpy mood. You were incredibly relieved when Vlatko called practice and released you to all go change in the locker room. All you wanted to was to get back to the hotel and go to sleep. 

You ripped your soaked tank top over your head, tossing it on the bench beside you, and began digging through your bag in search of your favorite sweatshirt in hopes that it would provide some of the comfort that you were desperately craving. You groaned when you realized that it was missing. You dropped the bag, whipping around and glaring at the blue-eyed woman who was already smirking at you from across the room. 

“Ok, where the fuck is my shirt?” You growled, marching over to Alex. Her Cheshire cat-like smile widened at your rage, her eyes shining in the most hypnotizing way. 

“Why are you asking me, rookie?” She shrugged, bringing both of her hands up behind her head and stretching out her legs. God, she was enjoying the way your abs flexed with each annoyed breath you took. 

“Because you’re the only one who can’t seem to stop messing with my stuff,” You spat back, pointing your finger in her face. Her eyes left yours and shifted to the way your bicep was put on display with each angry jab of your finger. 

“What can’t take a joke?” She laughed, wiggling her eyebrows, proud that she could get this far under your skin. Sure there were more… pleasurable ways, but your adorable angry face made her hesitant to stop. That and the fact that you were almost 10 years younger than her. If she couldn’t have you the way that she wanted, well, this was a good substitute. 

“Not when I’m the only one who’s getting messed with,” You scowled, taking a step closer to the woman with each word until your finger is planted firmly in her chest. You try not to think about how her heart feels hammering against your finger, or how good she smells. You’re supposed to be angry, outraged. 

“Slow down kid. Why don’t you go shower first? By the time you get out, I’m sure your clothes will have turned up,” Ashlyn intervenes, appearing out of nowhere to wrap an arm around your middle and pull you away from Alex, who looks more amused than afraid. You weren’t known for being a hothead, but none of the girls had ever seen you get so pissed off. 

“No. Last time I showered in the locker room, someone dumped ice on me, and the time before that she doused my favorite sweats in paint. All I want is my shirt so I can get on the freaking bus,” You snarled, shoving your self-appointed team mom’s arm away from you. Alex didn’t want you here, that much was obvious. But you were here none the less and didn’t understand why she couldn’t just leave you the fuck alone. 

“I told you that I don’t have it,” She smirked, showing off her dimples as she raised her hands in innocence. She really didn’t have it, not anymore. It wasn’t her fault that you were generous enough to… donate it to a few of the kids who had snuck into the stadium to watch the practice. You lunged at the woman, the angry words coming out of your mouth as garbled gibberish, only to be stopped again by Ashlyn’s arm. 

“Alright, I think that’s enough. Take mine, and go get on the bus, and you stay away from her,” Ali said, with authority, stepping in between your very angry form and Alex’s laughing body. You struggled for a few more seconds, the team watching as frustrated tears left your eyes before you finally went limp. You shrugged Ashlyn’s arm off, pulling on the shirt Tobin offered you and huffed out the door. 

The room was silent, most of your team shocked by your outburst. You were usually like a little ray of sunshine, always smiling and laughing. They had never seen you so angry. Alex’s eyes were glazed over, staring into space. Who the fuck gave you the right to look so hot and adorable at the same time when you were pissed?

“You know, I think you’d have better luck if you just told her how you felt instead of acting like a middle school boy,” Kelley said after a few minutes, settling down beside the star forward and pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed. She didn’t like that she had hurt you, but finally admitting her feelings for you was too terrifying to even consider. Yes, she was acting like a child, but having you this way was better than having you avoid her because she freaked you out. Was it healthy to push you away to avoid rejection? No. But if she never told you how she felt, then you could never turn her down. 

“But she’s so cute when she’s mad, and have you seen those abs,” Alex murmured, biting her lip. Kelley shook her head. How oblivious could two people be? The two of you were always sharing longing glances, and you kept trying to be Alex’s friend, despite her horrible treatment of you. You both stared at each other like lovesick puppies, and she was tired of you getting hurt. 

“I’m sure she’d willingly show them to you if you asked, rather than destroy her property,” Kelley grumbled, and the rest of the room snorted. Just because the two of you were oblivious to each other didn’t mean the rest of the team followed suit. If they could just convince Alex to get over her hesitance due to the age issue, or the fear of rejection, then the entire team dynamic would be better off. They really needed to get rid of the sexual tension that followed the two of you as it was always a bit distracting.

“Hm…” Alex hummed back noncommittally. Why would you pick her over someone like Mal, or Emily or any one of the other youngins you were always hanging with? In her mind you wouldn’t, and why would she need to tell you about her feelings if the plan was already set into place for her to see your abs again. The team shared worried looks, knowing what Alex’s demeanor meant, they could only hope that it wasn’t as bad as the time she had turned all of your t-shirts into crop tops.  

*****

They would find out exactly what she had done not even two hours later. Most of the team was gathered in the conference room munching on whatever food the staff had put out for them. They hoped that excitement for the day was done, but Alex’s smirk and the bouncing of her leg told them that it wasn’t.

You had avoided everyone when you arrived at the hotel, longing for a hot shower and a good nap before you had to deal with the fallout of your outburst. Everything had been going fine until you caught a glance at yourself in the steamy mirror. Your normal Y/H/C was far from its normal shade. 

“What the actual fuck Alex,” You yelled, slamming open the dining-room door, and storming up the women in question. She took in your very angry, very wet form staring down at her clad in nothing but a sports bra and some basketball shorts. She could only assume that you had seen your hair before you had the chance to put on a shirt. 

“How do you know that it was me?” She smiled up innocently at you, biting her lip at the fact that your abs (which just happened to have little water droplets dripping down them) were mere inches from her face. 

“Because who the fuck else would think dying my hair pink was a good idea, and you’re the only one that had the other key to our room” You spat, clacking your teeth and lifting a strand of the hair in question.

“Well, you did say that you needed to liven it up a little bit,” She shrugged. Maybe it was more of the fact that she had thought you would look better in pink, the same shade of pink as her favorite pre-wrap. At least she hadn’t been wrong. 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” You glowered, running a frustrated hand through you now ruined hair. You had wanted to do something cool, like different shades of blue and teal, but now you looked like a fucking flamingo. 

“Mmm, did I?” She challenged and her interest peaking as you turned your glare to the floor. It seemed that all Alex wanted was to humiliate you in front of the world, and now she had gotten her wish. You shook your head, it was fine when the pranks were kept within the team, but this was so much farther beyond that. There would be no way for you to hide this from the media, and you weren’t looking forward to their mean comments. 

“You know what, I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me, but I’m sick of you fucking picking on me,” You growled, channeling your frustration and raising to your full height. She may never feel the way you felt about her, but that didn’t give her the right to be an asshole.  

“I don’t have a problem,” She denied, but the gloating smile on her face told you differently. 

“I’d beg to differ. What did I ever do to you to make you fucking hate me?” You finally broke, unable to hold back your frustrated tears any longer. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words would come out. Your fingers tugged roughly at your hair. 

“I don’t hate you Y/n,” Alex said softly, her joyful demeanor crumbling, her shoulders slumping. She hadn’t meant to push this far, it had just been so hard to stop. 

“Do you just think I’m not good enough? I swear that I won’t bring the team down. I can get-” You started to ramble, your tears making it very difficult to understand what you were saying. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the soft hands gripping your shoulders or the fact that Alex’s face was getting very close to your own. 

Her lips touched yours midway through your self deprecating rant, your eyes growing wide when her soft flesh touched your own, before slamming shut and remembering that it was probably a good idea to kiss her back. And you did. Your lips moved in harmony, a symphony of fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

You had dreamed of this moment for as long as you would remember, praying that one day you would finally be given the chance to fight for the woman’s heart. You had all but given up hope that she felt the way you did, but with her tongue gently probing your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your chest. Her hands migrated from your shoulders to the baby hairs at the back of your neck, pulling your closer, while yours found the curve of her hips. 

Air became an issue within seconds, and you reluctantly pulled away, taking in large gulping breaths, and instead of taking a step back, Alex followed you, connecting your foreheads. 

“What?” You asked breathlessly, trying to ignore both the loud wolf whistles of your teammates and the heat from your blushing cheeks. 

“I’m was being an ass, and I’m sorry,” “It’s just, I didn’t know how to tell you. You’re just so young, and to be honest, the way you make me feel scares the crap out of me,” She confessed, and you could see the honesty and insecurity in her bright blue eyes. You placed a sweet kiss on her lips, realizing that you were slowly becoming addicted to them. 

“So you thought it was better to push me away then to tell me that you liked me?” It was your turn to smirk at her. 

“It’s not an excuse. I’m so sorry that I hurt you, and if you hated me, I would understand,” She mumbled, leaning peck your lips this time, and you huffed. 

“I don’t hate you. I’ve actually had a crush on you for the longest time…” You giggled, pinching the skin that was exposed by her shirt riding up. You would never admit it, but you had plastered your walls with posters of the women’s national team growing up, and you may or may not have had a propensity doodle your favorite players number all over all of your notebooks. 

“Hmm,” Alex hummed against your lips, wondering exactly how long ‘the longest time’ was, and thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t entirely fucked up her chances with you. 

“Does this mean you’ll stop messing with me,” You whined, pulling away from her face and burying your nose in her neck. 

“As long as I don’t have to steal your stuff anymore to see those abs,” She giggled at your adorableness, running her hands through your newly pink hair. You sighed in contentment into her neck. 

“Why don’t you buy me dinner first,” You muttered sarcastically raising your eyebrow and, leaning back to finally look her in the eyes. 

“I think that can be arranged,” She shot you a wide smile, her cheeks turning blood red when your teammates started cheering again, bantering about how you two finally got your shit together. 

“I can’t believe Alex basically pranked her way into your pants,’ Kelley snorted after a few minutes, and you couldn’t help the cackle that left your lips. You were smooth, but no one was smoother than Alex. Hopefully, she could woo you as well as she could prank you.

[lemonsandstrawberries]

A Better Captain America

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)

summary: Halloween this year doesn't go as planned, neither for Tony and Steve and their son, Peter. But it all works out in the end. requested on tumblr.

length: 1 658 words

a/n: Happy Halloween! Stay safe and have fun! fic based on this prompt. feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed :D

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A Better Captain America

"That was a disaster."

"It wasn't so bad."

"You fell asleep half way through the movie!"

Steve grinned innocently, pressing a button to call the elevator down.

"Well, the music was nap friendly."

"It was a horror movie and you snored! I had to elbow you like five times."

"Do you want me to kiss your elbow better?" Steve asked, looking at his husband who started to resemble a puffed-out, angry cat. Adorable. "In all honesty, babe, Peter warned us that that movie had bad reviews."

Tony scoffed, raising his arms dramatically. "Bad reviews! Do you know who writes those bad reviews? Bored kids like Peter."

Steve decided to not say anything more, only kept a gentle smile on his face as he let his pouting husband first into the elevator and followed selecting their penthouse. Their date night, coinciding with Halloween, something Tony might have matched earlier, was kind of a disaster. All movies in the theaters were horrors and modern horrors were not what he remembered from when he was growing up. The stories were repeatable, movie effects were tacky and the acting was horrible. To add to the offense, the restaurant they wanted to have dinner in, had an emergency and was closed for the day. Tony was irritated and hungry and just wanted to go home, order pizza and spend the rest of Halloween on the couch, eating miniature sized candy bars. Maybe watch some movies from Peter's childhood, because watching Peter roll in his blanket and rompers and babbling happily always cheered him up and Peter's embarrassed groans were a bonus.

"You think that Peter will be mad that we are crashing his Halloween party?" Steve asked, watching Tony rolling his eyes.

"Nah. He should be relieved. Now he can go out with his friends and throw eggs at passersby or something. I am kidding!" Tony added, seeing Steve opening his mouth to deny that no son of his would behave like that. "Also, what party? He invited two friends over."

"Because you didn't allow him to invite more friends," Steve reminded, remembering Peter's offended outburst when Tony had stomped his foot and didn't agree to a wild Halloween party filled with teenage hormones under his roof.

"Which kid needs more than two friends?" Tony asked, not waiting for an answer. "I had one friend growing up, you had one friend, we both turned out fine," Tony rambled, and Steve felt a little soft, planting a kiss into his husband's fluffy hair. Steve understood the concern but still felt a bit bad for Peter who had an adamant curfew and didn't participate in typical high school parties too often, forbade by both of them. Being Captain America and Iron Man's son wasn't easy and both Tony and Steve always had this thought at the back of their heads that Peter might get used by fake friends, people who want to take advantage of his status. Tony and Steve met two of Peter's friends, Ned and Michelle, Ned being a computer enthusiast and Michelle, more commonly known as MJ, a girl with a sarcastic, guarded demeanor who was slowly opening up. Neither Tony and Steve were blind and could see the affectionate looks measured both by Peter and MJ at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking and it had all the potential to turn into something more meaningful with time.  

The elevator stopped on their floor and Tony and Steve went out, hearing familiar voices. Two laughs and... a booming, stern voice, belonging to their son.

" - I am the Captain of the Avengers! When I swing my shield, no crook can feel safe!"

Tony and Steve suddenly stopped, but it was the only thing they had in common. Tony's previous grumpy attitude was immediately gone, replaced by a huge smile. Steve just stared, eyes wide in shock.

Wearing Steve's Captain America suit, swinging a toy replica of Steve's shield, was Peter. The suit hung on his smaller frame, but it wasn't enough of a hint and Peter still wrapped himself in it, doing an impression of Steve on the battlefield, poorly flailing the toy shield around in front of Ned and MJ, who was basically dying from laughter.

The laughter was gone when they noticed the two people standing behind Peter. Ned looked absolutely mortified, and MJ curled in herself, just to hold her laughter in better.

"Um, Peter - " Ned, being the good friend he was, tried to get Peter's attention, which was difficult as Peter started to march and sing.

"Who's strong and brave here to save the American Waaaay? Who's vows to fight like a man for what's right, night and daaay?" Peter sang, loud and proud, squaring his shoulders and raising knees high with every step.

"Hey, CAPTAIN AMERICA!"

Peter froze. It couldn't be… He slowly turned around, a cold shiver running all over him in panic.

"P-pops!" Peter called, dropping the toy shield down as if he never was holding it. He looked for a blanket, a pillow, anything to cover himself up, and hide the suit, but it was pretty pointless.

Again, Tony and Steve sported two different kinds of attitudes. Steve, crossed arms, square jaw, eyes narrowed and reprimanding. Tony, hands on his knees and bent in half and wheezing in laughter.

"Tony," Steve said coldly, needing his husband's support on this one.

"Um, sohhahary," Tony giggled, straightening up and trying to mirror his husband's look. He couldn't and just curled in laughter again after a few seconds.

"Hi, Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers!" MJ called, waving to them and just then Ned got out of shock and said his hello, still a bit intimidated by the superhero couple.

Tony waved back and walked to the teenagers and patted his son on the shoulder on his way. He sat on the couch, just right between MJ and Ned. "So, how it is going?" he asked friendly, feeling that Steve could hand the Peter problem on his own.

"Peter, what's the meaning of this?" Steve asked, voice quiet and demanding.

"Um, pops, I just -"

"You think you can be a better Captain America than I am?" Steve asked, some growl making its way in his voice. Just there was no real anger in it. More like some playfulness mixed with a challenge.

Peter just stood there, not understanding. He could hear his dad, talking to MJ and Ned, and he felt that if Steve would lecture him in front of his friends, MJ would never allow him to forget about this.

"Come on, come at me. Get your toy shield and try to knock me down," Steve encouraged, gesturing for Peter to charge at him.

"What? Pops, no!" Peter denied, not needing to be smashed into the carpet in front of his friends. The conversation behind him suddenly ended and he could feel everyone looking at him.

"Come on, Pete! If you knock Steve down, I will triple your allowance!" Tony called with a huge grin, Ned and MJ cheering for Peter to do it.

Peter was very suspicious and eyed his pops wearily.  

"I will go easy on you," Steve promised, taking a fight stance.

Backing down was not an option anymore. Peter was sure that neither Ned nor MJ would let him forget about this anyway, so at least he could go down with style. With a loud roar, he ran at his pops.

Running at Steve was pretty much like running into a brick wall. His pops was solid muscles, great for bear hugs, but Peter never saw anyone knocking his father down.

And today wasn't the day either.

"Hop!" Steve jumped out of the way, just when Peter got too close, sending his boy stumbling forward. He didn't let him go far, and grabbed by his arm, turning around and sending crashing into him.

Yup, exactly like a brick wall. Peter's breath got knocked out of him from the impact.

"Now, you admit that I am the true Captain America!" Steve made a show and wrapped arms around his boy's smaller frame and squeezed him, leaning forward and crushing. Just enough to let him feel it, but not strong enough to do any damage. Just one of the typical bear hugs, Steve liked to treat his son with from time to time.

"Pops! Stoop!" Peter called, the whole situation causing him to smile. It was just like when he was little and Steve used to play rough house with him all the time. Just that back then, Steve used to force him in submission either by blowing raspberries on his cheeks or tickling him, but Peter was definitely too old for this now -

- or not.

"Eeep!" Peter squeaked when strong fingers dug into his sides and prodded into the skin. "Pops noohahahahaa!"

"You know what I want to hear," Steve reminded in a cheerful voice, running his fingers over his boy's sides and belly, despite Peter squirming in his grasp.

"Get him good, honey!" Tony cheered, and turned to amused Ned and MJ, "so, anyone in the mood for pizza? Maybe we can watch some family videos if you are in the mood, Peter was the cutest chubby baby."

Peter wheezed, still trying to wriggle out from his pop's clutches. "Dahahahad! No!" he had enough of humiliation for one day and much to his horror he noticed that MJ and Ned nodded enthusiastically to Tony's offer. "Pops, stahap! Stahapstahpstahahp!" Peter jumped when somehow Steve managed to claw under his arms.

The rest of the evening was relatively calm. Peter changed into his normal clothes and came back just in time when the pizza arrived, and Tony trusted the teenagers to chose a good horror movie and later he had to admit, that it was quite decent. Maybe it wasn't the date night Tony and Steve had in mind, neither the Halloween party Peter wanted, but spending time together like that was nice too.

[thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters]

Request: “#42 with Dean + Pregnant!Reader” by @flamencodiva​ 

Prompt: "Time for plan B." - "We didn't even have a plan A." 

Pairing:  Dean x Pregnant!Reader 

Word count: 1.9K 

Warnings: Dean and Sam are both in need of the infamous ‘breathe slowly and count to ten’-method, a tiny bit of angst if you squint 

A/N: Thank you for your patience. Hope you enjoy the read! <3 

Beta: @slytherkins​  

JJ’s Rockin’ 100 - PROMPTS || MASTERLIST || ASK BOX 

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You woke up in one of the comfortable red armchairs in the bunker’s library. There was an open hardcover copy of ‘A Guide to Growing a Happy Sprout’ spread out over top your round stomach. You remembered sitting down earlier with the intention of reading a few pages. How much time had passed since then, you did not know. As your pregnancy progressed, you kept finding yourself taking accidental naps more and more. 

You stretched but immediately winced at how uncomfortable it made you. Getting up to put the book away, you took a quick glance at the room and found it to be empty. You were pretty sure Sam and Dean were around somewhere, even though you thought it possible you had just slept for literal decades, judging by the heavy drowsiness still fogging your brain. In which case, both Winchesters would be long gone and the world outside the bunker had probably ended. 

On the off-chance that wasn’t true, you decided to have a look around and see where the boys were. You shuffled forward on sock-covered feet, but you had barely made your way out of the library when a loud bang sounded from the hallway, followed by a string of curse words. 

Your hands reached for your belly, covering it instinctively as if to shield your unborn child’s ears from the profanities that carried toward you down the hallway. You recognized the voice as Dean’s, all sleepiness gone in an instant at the possibility of him being in trouble. 

When you reached the door of the room you shared with Dean, you paused. Sam’s voice mixed with Dean’s but you realized they were coming from next door. 

The room next to your bedroom had been empty before you and your husband decided to turn it into a nursery. Nothing much had happened inside so far. All you did was clear out the old Men of Letters’ furniture and paint the walls a soft blue color you picked out after hours of deliberation. Stretched out wide over one of the walls was a colorful rainbow, which you had painted as well, back when you were still able to see your own feet. 

You walked over to the closed door and made a mental note to replace the numbers on it with a cute little sign once you and Dean had decided on a name for the baby. Your hand rested on the door handle and you were about to enter, when Dean’s voice sounded again. 

 “Time for plan B.” His voice was more gruff than usual, indicating he was not in a good mood. 

“We didn’t even have a plan A.” Sam’s response came quick. He sounded as annoyed with his older brother as ever. 

“Shut up, Sammy. You agreed to help me with this.” 

“And I will, once you learn how to read.” 

 “Alright, that’s it. You listen to me…” Dean started, his volume increasing. You decided this would be as good a moment as any to step in and see what was going on. 

The moment the door opened, Sam and Dean went quiet and looked up at you. Both men were sitting on the floor opposite each other. Their long legs were spread out in front of them and they were surrounded by pieces of wood, nails, and assorted tools. You even saw a dangerously sharp looking saw propped up against the wall. Next to them stood a contraption that looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t until you saw the empty box in the corner of the room and the images it had printed on the side, that you realized what the franken-creation next to Sam and Dean was supposed to be. 

“I…” You tried to think of something nice to say. Maybe it would diffuse the tense atmosphere in the room. But you couldn’t think of anything and you didn’t want to lie, so you concluded with, “…have no words.” 

Dean reached out to smack Sam’s shoulder. “I told you!” he hissed. “We did it wrong.” 

Sam rolled his eyes so hard you half expected them to pop out and land at your feet. “Of course, we did it wrong, Dean. My unborn niece or nephew can probably see we did it wrong. Does that look like a crib to you?” He pointed an accusing finger at their unfortunate end result. 

You had ordered a cradle online a few days ago. It was a perfect match with the rest you had planned for the nursery. However, at the moment it didn’t exactly look like a baby would be able to sleep in it. 

Sam looked up at you now. He saw the troubled look in your eyes and quickly got up to put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he said softly. “We’ll fix it.” Then his voice changed again. “It’s just been a challenge so far because someone doesn’t know how to properly read an instruction manual.” His gaze found his brother’s and the two men stared each other down for an unnerving moment. 

“Oh, yeah?” Dean’s voice finally boomed. “Yeah, well… Neither can you!”  

It’s a good thing you didn’t marry the man for his comebacks. 

You put up both your hands, palms forward as if to surrender yourself. “Okay, if we could all just take a breather here,” you suggested with a hopeful tone in your voice. 

Dean didn’t move, but Sam complied. His chest heaved as he breathed in through his nose. Then he turned his attention back to you. “All I’m saying is, when I offered to help with this, I thought Dean would at least have a plan of attack, but he didn’t. Instead he literally attacked and went at it like a freaking animal.” Sam shook his head. “Now we’re gonna have to start this whole thing over from scratch.” 

Dean tried to look angry at first. He clearly didn’t like being called out like this, and struggling with the different parts of the crib for as long as they had, Dean had clearly become grumpy. Then it seemed Sam’s last words finally started to dawn on him and his expression changed to one of pure terror. 

“No way,” he said almost breathlessly. "I am not starting over. Nuh-uh, not happening.” 

You took a step forward and put your hand against Dean’s cheek. It had the intended effect; he visibly relaxed and his eyes softened as he looked up at you. Your thumb gently stroked his stubbled skin. 

“Why don’t you guys take a break,” you suggested, fearing your husband’s sanity if he didn’t step away from this for a moment. “I, for one, am starving. You’re not gonna let me eat dinner all by myself, are you?” 

To your surprise, Dean’s perfect lips pulled into a smile. Behind you, Sam opened the door a little further and stepped into the hallway. 

“I’ll head out to get some grub,” he offered. “A new place opened downtown, they’re supposed to have the best burgers.” 

Your mouth started to water at the mere thought of the junk food Sam was about to get for you. Of course he knew what to suggest to make you happy. You had practically been breathing cheeseburgers. At first your cravings had been all over the place, but these past few weeks it had gotten stuck on anything fat and greasy. The other day, you had finished your burger before Dean had even started his, a miraculous turn of events, if you said so yourself. 

Sam walked ahead, already on his way to the garage. It left you alone with Dean and when the older Winchester went to pass you, your hand reached out to grab his. He stopped and turned to look at you. 

Your eyes gazed back up into his. There was an appreciative smile hanging around your lips, yet your eyebrows were pulled together slightly. 

Dean reached up and let his rough thumb smooth out the soft skin on your forehead. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping a little closer. You noticed he glanced down quickly toward your baby bump and worry flashed over his face for just a second. You shook your head as if to assure him it didn’t have anything to do with the baby. Not directly, anyway. 

“I worry about you,” you confessed to him. You reached out to take his other hand as well so you were holding both of them. 

Dean seemed genuinely surprised by that. “Me?” he asked. “Why would you be worried about me? Sweetheart, I’m good. You’re the one doing all the work here.” He got that expectant look on his face, the one he always got when he was waiting for his words to make you smile or chuckle. 

You couldn’t, though. Not yet. Instead, the frown reappeared on your face. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice now so soft you wanted to feel it against your skin. “What’s going on? You can tell me.” 

“I know,” you nodded. “It’s just… Are you sure your little outburst just now had nothing to do with you being stressed? You know, about what’s to come?” Now it was your turn to glance down at your belly. 

Dean let go of one of your hands to gently press two fingers underneath your chin and make you look back up at him again. “Trust me when I say, I have never felt more certain about anything in my life than I feel about us and our future right now.” 

You closed your eyes, as if to savor this moment forever. Finally, you smiled. 

Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll fix that crib as soon as possible,” he promised. “Even if it’s gonna take a bunch of hocus pocus to get it done.” 

“Let’s eat first,” you reminded him while you started tugging him toward the doorway. But apparently Dean had yet to finish making his point known. 

His face dead serious all of a sudden, “If anything is to blame, it’s this furniture from hell.” 

“You mean Ikea?” 

“That’s what I said; hell.” Dean shook his head. “The damn instructions don’t even have words in them, Y/N!” He sounded outraged, as if a great injustice had been laid upon him. “You can give me a completely dismantled car and I’ll put it back together just like that, no problem. But this… No, this is pure evil. I’m telling you.” 

You laughed, amused by how deeply rooted Dean’s hate for instruction manuals apparently was. “All right, I get it,” you soothed him. “Now can we please go sit down? My feet are killing me.” 

That seemed to snap Dean out of his tirade. He hadn’t realized how long you had been standing up straight already. Though to be fair, neither had you until that point, but you were glad Dean finally started walking with you toward the kitchen. 

You promised to help out with building the cradle after dinner, and Dean accepted your offer under one condition. 

“Nothing too physical,” he said. “Sammy and I can bring one of those chairs in from the library for you to sit in while you boss us around.” 

A slap was heard as your hand came in contact with his arm. 

“I mean ‘help’!” Dean quickly tried to save himself. “While you help us.” 

His laughter did not do much for his credibility.

[yayeetsonny]

New Beginnings~Chapter 1

(Okay so if you haven’t read the imagine “Theatre Kid Problems” or the prologue I suggest you read those first so you aren’t confused)

1 month later...

Ryley PRO//

So here I am in the hospital because I fell off a ladder. Of course the whole story is more than that but I don’t want to have to relive the incident. The good thing about getting hurt now is that it’s after the Shebelives cup. Which we won by the way, the games against Spain and England were the most grueling. I really thought we would end the Spain game in a tie but JJ came through in the last minutes to give us the win. Anyways, I get to go home tomorrow, and by “home” I just mean back to Christen and Alex’s house in Utah. speaking of those two, they have been insanely protective since they got here. They hover more than usual and if they see even the slightest indication I’m in pain they bombard me with questions such as

“Is it your head?”

“Does your leg hurt?”

“Can you breath okay?”

“Do you want us to get a nurse or the doctor?”

I answer their questions as best I can and then they do everything in their power to make it hurt less. It’s very sweet, but sometimes a little much.

“Hey R.J., how you feeling kiddo?” Alex asks, entering the room with lunch for everyone.

“I feel a little tired, but I don’t have any pain.”

“Maybe you should take a little nap before you eat.” Chris says concerned.

“I don’t need to nap, I’m hungry” I say grumpily

“Well it sounds like you do, miss grumpy-pants” Alex says

“Nooo guys, I’m hungryyy.” I whine

“Okay, okay. Calm down, you can eat first and then you’re gonna nap okay love bug?” Christen says, running her finger across my eyebrow

“Do I have to?”

“Yes Ryley. You need to rest.”

“I’m really not that tired. I don’t need it.” I say hoping to get out of yet another nap

“Yes you do. Please just take a little nap.”

“No.”

“Ryley...”

“I don’t need to take a nap!” I snap

“Woah there, inside voice please.” Alex says, both her and Chris startled by my outburst.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I’ll take a nap when I finish eating.”

“Thank you baby.”

After I’ve eaten and napped we decided to play uno, Alex becoming quite competitive. She was determined to win every round, even if it meant cheating a little.

“Alex stop looking at my cards!” Chris says exasperated

“I’m doing no such thing.” Alex says indignantly

“Alex...”

“Okay, okay. I took a little peek. I’m sorry babe.” She then gives Chris her best pout and puppy dog eyes, Chris of course giving in and forgiving her immediately. I roll my eyes playfully, she’s whipped. They share a gentle kiss that soon turns into a make out session.

“Okay, gross! Get a room.” I say, shielding my eyes. They’re cute but I didn’t need to see all that.

“Oh right, forgot about you for a second, sorry.” They pull apart, having the decency to at least pretend to be apologetic.

“Mhmm.”

After we finish playing uno we have dinner and then before I know it, it’s time for bed.

“Goodnight love bug. Sleep well. We’ll be right here when you wake up.” Christen says kissing me on the forehead and rubbing my eyebrow.

“Goodnight kiddo. We love you.” Alex says doing the same thing.

“Goodnight guys.”

The next day

I woke up this morning feeling really hot and then cold and it went on like that for much of the morning. I also had a cough but I did my best to hide it from Chris and Alex because I didn’t want them to freak out. But I could tell they knew something was off.

“Are you sure you’re okay Ry? You seem... off.” Alex says eying me suspiciously

“Yep! All good.” I say.

Right after I said that I shivered and went into a coughing fit. Chris looked up from her book, her and Alex share a worried glance and then they both looked at me giving me “the mom eyes”.

“I’m getting the doctor.” Chris says leaving no room for argument.

She leaves and not even 2 minutes later she returns, the doctor and a nurse in tow.

“Hi Ryley. I hear you may be experiencing a fever and that you have a cough. Do you mind if I check you out real quick?” Doctor Baker asks kindly

“Sure.”

He does a quick exam, taking my temperature, listening to my heart, taking my blood pressure and all that good stuff and then he comes to the conclusion that I do in fact have a fever and that it looks like I’m getting sick.

“Okay, so it looks like Ryley has a moderate fever and cough so I’d like to keep her an extra day just to monitor her vitals and make sure it’s not more serious than a cold.” He says reassuring Christen and Alex that there isn’t anything to be worried about. I know them, as soon as he leaves they’re going to start fussing over me. Oh man I just want to go home.

“I would suggest using a cool wet rag and placing it on her forehead to try to cool her down a little. I can get her one if you’d like?” The nurse says.

“Yes please that would be great.” Christen says, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

The doctor leaves, saying he’ll be back later to check in and just as I thought they begin asking me all their questions and fussing over me more than they were before.

“Here love, let’s lower your bed so you can lay down.” Alex says

The nurse returns with the cool rag and Christen puts it on my forehead and then takes a seat beside my bed, Alex doing the same on the other side. They each take one of my hands. We sit in comfortable silence until I break it.

“I want to go home.” I say, my voice shaking as I feel my eyes welling up with tears. What the hell why am I crying?

“We know R.J. and we will soon okay? You just have to stay an extra day and the we’ll be able to go home.”

For whatever reason, what Alex says causes me to become more upset. I start to cry loudly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Shh baby, you’re okay. Just relax. I promise you- we promise you it’s okay.” Christen says, continually running her thumb across my eyebrow.

They both whisper sweet nothings in my ear attempting to calm me down and eventually it works, although I’m still confused as to where all that emotion came from. It’s just an extra day. Chris and Alex then resume babying me.

“Let’s get you some water so you don’t become dehydrated.”

“I’m okay, I don’t- ” I’m cut off when a cup of water is set in front of me.

“Drink a little bit please”

“Okay, okay.”

Do you want an extra blanket?” Chris asks, moving to stand.

“No thank you.” I say

“Okay well let us know if that changes.”

“I will. Promise.”

The next day comes and goes and after getting checked over by the doctor the following morning I’m cleared to go home. Finally

“You ready kiddo?” Alex asks, finishing gathering our stuff while Christen retrieves the discharge papers while also getting final instructions from the nurse and doctor.

“Yeah I am.” I say excitedly

I wheel my wheelchair over to the door more than ready to leave.

“Woah, hold on. Make sure you put on your sweater It’s cold out.”

“It’s not that cold Alex I’m fine.” She gives me an unimpressed look and with a huff I give in and put on my sweater.

“Mhm. Let’s go” she says

She wheels me out while somehow also carrying all of our belonging, which is really just a backpack full of clothes, and water bottles, and her and Christen’s purses but still.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold anything? I’m like your own personal moving basket.” I say, laughing

“I’m good, thank you.” She chuckles

We meet Christen out in the hallway and before I know it we’re at the car and they’re helping me in, making sure I’m settled and then we’re off the the airport. The flight from Colorado to Utah was short but it was easier than driving because of all my injuries. Even so there were several times on the flight I found myself in pain or bumping a part of my body that hurt. But finally after what felt like forever (it wasn’t) we landed and we were able to get off the plane and go home. Once we got to their house they made sure I was as comfortable as possible before leaving to the kitchen to make dinner.

Alex PRO//

“Do you think she’s okay out there by herself?” Christen asks, worrying about Ryley being alone for too long.

“Yes babe. She’s okay.” I say while wrapping my arms around her to comfort her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes my love.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

I kissed her gently before letting go of her to start dinner. We decided on a simple cheesy pasta. Certainly not the healthiest meal we’ve ever made but I thought we all deserved a bit of a break. Christen did her best to help me, although I’d never say this to her, she wasn’t a very good cook. But you didn’t hear it from me. After we finished making dinner I went to get Ryley from the living room. I walked in to find her fast alseep in her chair. Poor kid must be exhausted. I thought. I went over to try to wake her as gently as I could.

“Ryley?” I shook her gently but she didn’t wake.

“Baby love it’s time to wake up, dinner’s ready.” I said again trying to be gentle.This time she began to stir, she opened her eyes slowly and looked up, smiling at me sleepily.

“Hi”

“Hey there, you ready to eat?”

“Yeah”

I wheeled her to the kitchen table and Christen served up the food as we sat down to eat. After we ate we decided to just have a chill movie night. It took a while for us to decide on a movie but we eventually settled on the disney movie Up. After the movie, and many tears, that movie is so sad we decided it was time to go to sleep and that’s where things got a little tricky.

“R.J. do you... do you want us to carry you upstairs? Or do you want to stay down here? There’s a guest room just down the hall.” I say, slightly worried about leaving her by herself down here.

“Can you- I mean would you mind- Will you guys stay with me?” She asks timidly.

“Of course love bug. We’ll always stay.”

“Wow. That was deep Chris.”

“You know what I mean, goofball.”

Christen wheeled her to the guest room, I followed. We helped her change, giving her one of Christen’s Stanford hoodies, much to my dismay and a pair of my soccer shorts. We helped her into bed and after a lot of fussing, readjusting of pillows and lots of questions she finally convinced us to go change. We came back in record time and after triple checking that she was okay we climbed into bed cuddling her and smushing her in a chrislex sandwich.

“We love you Ry. You know that right?”

“We love you so much.”

“Of course I know that. Thank you for everything the last few days, and for always being there for me.” She said becoming emotional.

“Of course. We’ll always be there for you, always” I said lovingly. 

We did what we always do, alternating between running our fingers across her eyebrows, running our hands through her hair and rubbing her back, trying to lull her to sleep. We also started something new, singing her a lullaby each night. I thought for sure she’d be too embarrassed to let us, saying something like

“I’m too old for that.”

But she seems to love it, she even likes to pick a different one each night but her favorite is the ittsy bittsy spider. You may wonder “why are you singing her lullabies? she’s not 5.” And to be honest I’m not really sure, we started to sing to her to help her fall asleep and then one night when she was extra sleepy she requested a lullaby, it’s stuck ever since. We love seeing this softer side of her, most of the time she tries to put up walls and only on rare occasions does she slip up and let us truly see her being vulnerable. Earlier at the hospital is an example of that, or when she called Chris mommy when she was first hurt. She hasn’t called either of us anything other than our names since. We can tell she catches herself sometimes but we don’t bring it up, she’ll call us mommy and mama when she’s ready. If she’s ever ready. We worry about her staying in that group home. We have our suspicions about her being mistreated but she shows no signs of being physically abused so we try not to dwell on our worries. We haven’t told her yet but when we first learned of the extent of her injuries and her recovery time we got a temporary foster license so that we are able to have her stay with us while she recovers. We plan to talk to her about it tomorrow and make sure she knows we aren’t trying to pressure her into letting us adopt her.

“Chris?” I whisper so I don’t accidentally wake Ryley.

“Yeah babe?” She says back just as quiet.

“Do you think tomorrow will go well? I ask referring to the conversation we need to have with her.

“I’m sure it will. She’ll be glad to not have to go back to the group home for a while and she’ll love getting to spend more time with us.”

“I just don’t want to scare her. I want her to ask us to adopt her if and when she’s ready, not because she thinks we’re trying to force it on her.”

“She won’t see it that way, I’m sure of it.”

What neither of us realized was that while we were talking Ryley woke up and heard everything that we said.

//

Hey guys! I’m not sure if this is longer than the prologue but it seems like it lmao. I’m starting a tag list so if you want to be tagged when I post new chapters let me know. Thank you for all the kind words about my writing! 💕 The rest of the team will appear soon, I promise! (This is mostly unedited. sorry for mistakes)

S/O to @takingthehighwayhome for the idea for this chapter!

-N

Tag list: @slow-dance-in-the-dark @messyheath

[diary-of-deadweight]

can u do fluff for aizawa? like, the reader takes care of him after a tiring day at work? 👉👈 i will literally die if u do so

For you sweetheart? Anything.

You heard him before you saw him and could instantly tell his day could’ve gone better by the gravelly nature of his voice sounding a lot more sluggish then usual.

“I swear those kids’ll be the death of me one of these days.” Was all that was said before a muffled thud accompanied by a groan indicated that he must’ve flopped unceramoniously onto the couch of the living room with a overwhelming hankering for a well deserved nap; not that you blamed him, he was teaching the next generation of heroes during the day which in itself demanded a lot of attention with the added weight of his hero duties piled on top of that which also required a lot of attention, the poor man doesn’t get enough free time nevermind time to Oh I don’t know...fucking sleep!! Although Aizawa wouldn’t have put himself in this position if he didn’t know what he was getting himself into when he chosen heroism as a profession.

It made you wish he’d at least prioritise himself first sometimes but your boyfriend is know to be a stubborn little shit and won’t back out of something until it’s seen throughout, youcouldnt help but worry about the onyx haired, sleep deprived male but you would never bring it up to him as to not make him feel like you don’t trust him enough and to not treat him like a rookie hero stuck on a safety protocol whenever he got even remotely hurt. He’s no fucking baby! He’s fucking Eraserhead! Renowned hero that can take on multiple villains without breaking a sweat! You weren’t going to bullshit yourself in saying that isn’t something you’ve gotten hot and bothered over in the past because you have on multiple occasions, escpecially when he’s used that capture scarf (which he spent 5/6 years training to use properly from scratch.) to bind his foes *cough* and you *cough* in. Very hot indeed and he damn well knows it...fucking tease.

So being the sweet significant other that you are you whipped out a navy blue blanket from the closet beneath the stairs and tossing it over the tuckered out hero as he watched you from the corner of his eye, smiling slightly at how attentive and caring you could be when you weren’t sassing the shit out of him and it was a very fitting look for you in all honesty, he knew you were worried about him 24/7 but didn’t wanna tell him for his benefit of not being treated like a child and he respected that but he wasn’t stupid and turning a blind eye to your worries thinking nothing of it, he’s been extra careful since the usj incident in not giving you a fucking heart attack. He didn’t exactly know what he did to deserve you but he’s wasn’t about to fuck it all up now, especially with what he had planned for the near future.

“Rough day darling?” You cooed softly, brushing the stray strands of onyx out of his face with a tender touch as if you were taking care of a wounded animal, the gesture only made Aizawa more sleepy as his eyes kept fluttering as his limbs started to weigh him down as if they were made out of led, he nuzzled his face into your palm, silently urning for more affection to which you complied to as you couldn’t help but compare him to a cat while comparing his friend Hazashi to that of a dog with their differentiating personalities and attitudes that you couldn’t help but smile at the similarities. He may have made a reputation as a hero who takes no shit from anyone, a hero who is strict and would put his students into tough situations that’ll urge them into going beyond their limitations but you knew firsthand that if anything happened to those kids he’d be on the perpetrator like a blood hound, he would wholeheartedly die protecting those kids like he almost did during the usj incident...you stayed by his bedside the second he got commissioned to the hospital, only leaving for bathroom, showers, food and water breaks. It was a moment in your life you refused to admit was reality but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen because it did and it would haunt you some nights...more then you’d like to admit.

“You don’t even know the half of it kitten.” Aizawa sighs in discontent when you stopped giving him affection to retreat back into the kitchen to retrieve his cup of freshly made chamomile tea that was initially intend for you but Aizawa deserved it more then you in this moment, you could always make another batch for yourself later because right now your needy boyfriend required your undecided attention right now. “Well from the looks of you it must’ve been tiresomely nightmarish.” The erasure hero rolled his dark orbs at your sarcasm, biding his time to exact revenge when he watched you place the cat cup on the coffee table beside him before taking his chance to strike by taking you by the arm and yanking you into his chest to which you let out a muffled squeak of surprise that only made him chuckle and you to become all huffy whilst shifting yourself into a more comfortable position, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you waist, completely encasing you within his comforting warmth, inhailing his musky scent deeply, sighing in content as our felt yourself relax almost immediately.

��Let’s just stay here and cuddle like a normal couple.” His chest rumbled like thunder in your ears when he spoke.

“As you wish my king.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jawline that you TOTALLY don’t stare longlingly at when he wasn’t looking but you had a suspicion that he already knew that you did. Not even a second later the two of you were joined by your cat, a white furred Persian called, “Mr fluffy paws! You’ve come to join huh?” You spoke in your baby voice that you knew damn well would get the inactive cats attention without fail, he coiled himself on Aizawa’s stomach, his favourite place to be, purring softly as you ran your fingers through his lengthy fur, wholeheartedly enjoying the domesticity of your current position while Aizawa’s calloused fingers caressed any and every section of exposed skin possible. Oh how you wished it could remain like this more often.

“Aizawa,” he hummed, “you know your just about as needy as a cat sometimes.” You blurted unexpectedly making your boyfriend look at you with the most unimpressed face that ultimately made you choke back a wave of laughter so you didn’t disrupt mr fluffy paws because he gets grumpy when his sleep is disturbed and would become a fucking nuisance in exchange. “Weird thing to say but then again it’s not the most weirdest thing you’ve said entirely,” you smacked him on the chest for his cheeky remark, knowing that he totally digs your weird and random outburst, he even called them cute one time which made your cheeks burn candy apple red for the rest of the day, “but then again,” his voice dropped several octaves the closer he got to your ear as a shiver ran down your spin from how close he was to you in that moment and how seductive he sounded right then and there, the son of a bitch knew what he was doing to you when he used that voice then particular, “you love it when I get needy, especially when it concludes with the two of us between the sheets.”

You were thankful that you were lying down or else you’d be a puddle on the floor right about now with how nonexistent your knees are as your hands gotten clammy as they clutched onto his black shirt tightly, your face was burning red and your heart was going nuts. You attempted to hide your embarrassment in hiding your face within the crook of his neck muttering a consistent flow of “i hate you, you son of a bitch” it made him chuckle at how easy it was to embarrass you without having to push any sorts of boundaries, he dashed quick little kisses to your head teasing you back by saying in a amused tone, “aww but you love me really (y/n).”

To which you responded with, “sadly,” and within the blink of an eye you were in the midst Of a tickle war that scared off your cat from the sudden movements and loud noises and slinking off elsewhere to find a new place to sleep for the remainder of the night as your laughters encased the room. Yeah, you wouldn’t give this up for anything.

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“Hey kitten?” Aizawa called out to you softly.

“Yeah?” You slurred sleepily, rubbing your eyes slightly in hopes of ridding the sleep that resides within them. “Were you by chance cooking food before I got home?” You perched yourself on one elbow to look at your boyfriend with a confused look, “Yeah...why do you ask?” Not seeing where this conversation was heading. Aizawa gave you a deadpan look before stating the obvious, “the foods burning (y/n).”

Your (e/c) eyes widened in shock as you leaped from the clutch and into the kitchen in a mad dash to save the food whilst screaming, “OH SHIT!!” Repeatedly.

“Can’t believe I’m asking that doofus to marry me soon but it’ll be worth it.” Aizawa told himself as he tucked himself back into the blanket before falling back to sleep with a small smile etched upon his face as he dreamt of the day of your wedding, he really couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

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Break a Leg Chapter 2: Hope lost

Chapter Summary: The sickness is most definitely worse than the cure for you, and running away only makes life harder. Can you still be the knight in shining armor our are you going to be the one in need of rescuing?

A/N: This Chapter uses an altered prompt from @firefly-in-darkness​ ‘s Summer Challenge. My prompt was “Just ‘cause you fall on your ass doesn’t mean that you have to stay there” I kinda switched the phrasing but it is bolded.

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Warnings for this chapter include but are not limited to: Swearing, Angst, and lost hope...

LAST TIME ON BREAK A LEG

"No," Stark turns from the blond man and back to you. "No fucks given, Next, please."

  "Wrong, ALL THE FUCKS GIVEN," Amanda snarled, her polished heel coming down directly into your foot, causing you to sing out the zinging agony up your leg from the bruised puncture.

What was supposed to be a double entendre excusing yourself from the situation while still insulting Stark, ended up as a pure, clear note. Not sung really, but not really spoken or screamed. The sound resonated through everyone in the room, grabbing their hearts and holding fast. Amanda shot you a glare. You broke, mind reaching into words long since memorized, performed, and forgotten, perfectly fitting the anger and betrayal you felt from your best friend. Before your brain could make it out of the emotions to tell you how to react, your mouth opened, and you were singing.

You have shown me the sky, But what good is the sky To a creature who'll never Do better than crawl?

You turn to Amanda, your voice piercing through the eerie silence that had followed your outburst. Her eyes grew wide in shock as You glower at her. Your all-consuming hurt blatantly affecting her. Her soft, beautiful lips popped open as she watched the scene play out.

Your anger only grew as you see hope still shining in her eyes. You were a jealous green monster, there was no sense in denying it anymore since your one last shot went out the window. Why did she still have hope? Why did she have to share it with you? You were happy with how things were, and she made you believe that this time would be different. That this time you had a chance. Now you were dying from the rejection. You knew after your accident it would be harder to continue, it definitely didn't help you had lost 70% of the feeling in your leg, and gained 50 pounds as your activity levels changed so drastically. It was an actress' worst nightmare. You almost choked on the fury as you continued.

Of all the cruel bastards Who've badgered and battered me, You are the cruelest of all! Can't you see what your gentle Insanities do to me? Rob me of anger and give me despair! Blows and abuse I can take and give back again, Tenderness I cannot bear! So please torture me now With your "Sweet Dulcineas," no more! I am no one! I'm nothing! I'm only Aldonza, the whore.

As the last line leaves your lips, you shoved past Amanda and run as fast as your heeled feet can take you. Fueled by the rage and adrenaline that heats your heart and head. Using every instinct in your body to keep from running into some unsuspecting passerby.

You didn't stop running until your lungs were burning, and you could no longer see through the tears gathering in on your outrageously curled lashes. Not paying any attention to which direction you went, you continued to run following the flow of pedestrians until you turned into a lesser-used street. 

   As you turned the corner swiftly, two things happened consecutively; one, you broke the heels Amanda had stuffed onto your feet that morning and two, you ran into a hard surface. The combination was lethal to your balance. It would have been ridiculous to witness as you bounced off of the wall you had run into and landed with a sharp smack onto the filthy brown cobblestones that paved the grocery storefront. The pain was the last straw of your long sleepless morning as you broke into sobs, curling up into a ball where you landed crying.

   However, the wall wasn't a wall, wasn't that just your luck. "Bitch, Watch where you're going! Other people are walking here, ya know!" the grumpy young man growled at you as he kicked past you, not even really stopping in his powerful stride. All you could do was sob harder.

   The traffic flowing around your huddled form seemed to thin as a few minutes passed. Just like typical New York, no one seemed to notice you. All of them were busy rushing to and from there business. The stream seemed to be almost nonexistent before someone finally took notice of you.

   "Woah," A soothing tenor cut through the sounds of your sobs. "Hey, Hey, Hey, It's goin't' be okay, Are you hurt?" You shook your head, still hiding your face in your knees, barely catching a glimpse of his half-laced combat boots. "Okay, why don't we get you up outta the dirt. keep that pretty dress from gettin' all ruined."

   "n-no," you hiccupped. Your fingers fisted themselves into your dress, trying desperately to force yourself back together.

   "so you're just gonna sit there in the muck?"

   Your subsequent nod was met with a delightful sounding chuckle.

   "Ya can't really be expecting me to let ya do that, can ya?" The man squatted before you, his half-laced combat boots sending a spark of envy through your addled brain, shaking you back into more of a semblance of sanity.

   "Yeah," You answered him lamely. Flinching away as the man crouched down in front of you.

   "Hey now, just a'cause you end up on your ass, don't mean you have to stay there." He said, "Also, if you stay here, people are gunna step on you, and we don't want you getting' all hurt now do we?" Your shrug seems to pull a longsuffering sigh from the man. You could feel his eyes staring at your natural hair that sat pinned to your head in an intricate bun that lay somewhat skewed from all the action you had had before landing where you sat. His gaze moved, roving over the rest of your shaking, disheveled appearance.

   You scowl at the scuffed toes as the man talked, not sure what to do anymore. This man seemed nice, but your parent's warnings about 'men these days' kept ringing in your ears, keeping your internal hackles raised even through your uncontrollable sorrow. You really didn't want any company, you just wanted to rewind the whole terrible day and refuse Amanda's damned puppy dog eyes.

At the thought of Amanda, your anger came roaring back. Why did she have to be so hopeful and unaccepting of your new reasonable life? Couldn't she grasp the fact that you weren't what people wanted anymore? You weren't skinny; you weren't pretty; you weren't perfectly proportioned. You were never going to make it through a cattle call, and never getting through cattle call meant you were never going to make it anywhere near a stage again unless you went back home. Which wasn't going to happen. You couldn't imagine going back to playing the game of church is state, and if you swear, you are looked at as if you were outside fully nude. You didn't know it when you were there, but now you KNEW that it was literally hell on earth.

The man's overdone Brooklyn accent fell slightly as he watched you for a few more minutes. "Fine, if you won't stand up, I'll just have to sit here in the dirt with you. My ma would strangle me if I left a pretty girl like you crying in the middle of the sidewalk by herself." Showing his conviction, the man took a seat on the ground in front of you. You snapped your head up in surprise, meeting his intense blue-grey eyes. You couldn't help but stare into them. His eyes were beautiful, so kind, they held all of the gentleness of the most delicate mist. Unintentionally, you found your worry fading away. As your mind relaxed to the man's presence, his words finally registered.

"I'm not pretty," your thoughts escape on your traitorous tongue, "And seeing me crying probably doesn't help anything. Nobody likes a crybaby."

"Au Contraire dollface, you are putting Julia Roberts to shame. And I know for a fact that it's healthy to cry. Though most people choose someplace less dangerous to cry than the middle of the sidewalk. It has gotta be something pretty bad if you couldn't even make it to the bench over there before you stopped. Why don't you tell me what happened? It will make you feel better."

"Oh really?" you snap, his words leaving a nasty taste in your mouth. He was pitying you. You don't need pity, your feelings were valid, and pity makes them feel cheap. He could take his pity and stuff it right up his ass. "And pray tell, how would telling a complete stranger the pitiful tale of how life has brought me to my knees, only to serve a final blow and cleave my head from my shoulders, would make me feel better? I don't need you to pity me, all I need is to get home, sleep for more than an hour, or have a cup of coffee and a nap. Then maybe stab my best friend in the foot with these stupid heels that she made me wear. That will make me feel better."

"I don't want to pity you, I want to listen to you. There is a difference, and I can make it worth your while. I don't know about the sleep or the stabbing thing, but I know a café right around the corner that has the best cup of coffee this side of the Brooklyn Bridge. At least let me buy you a cup, and sit with me until you stop shaking. It will make me feel better."

Asshole, you think, he has just as bad of puppy dog eyes as Amanda, except his were so clear that they were a deep bottomless pit of emotion, clear as the sky after a good rain.  All he wants is coffee, worst-case scenario, I say something stupid hail a cab and leave, and never see this man again. Best case, I have coffee with a nice man, and never see him again. Either way, this will be fine. It's free coffee, in a public space, with someone who looks genuinely concerned. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to go home and sleep for the rest of the weekend, but how could you say no to those damned puppy eyes? Fuuuuuck.

"Fine, but if I feel like you are pitying me, I am going to leave," you grumble, unfolding yourself from your seat on the ground.

"Wouldn't expect anything less, doll." His smile, wow. His whole face lights up like taking you to coffee was the best thing to happen to him all day. Wasn't that just a confidence boost. He offered his hand after getting to his feet. You tentatively take it, but barely give him any weight as you rose to your feet. Smoothing your skirt down, you step on your broken heel and stumble slightly. A single warm leather-clad arm braces you, keeping you from being reacquainted with the pavement.

"Woah, I know I'm handsome and all, but I thought it would be a tad bit harder to get you to fall for me than that." He smirks. That added to the teasing tone and how easily he supported you, brought a blush to your cheeks.

"Ain't nobody falling for anybody," you growl, taking your eyes off of your rescuers face to look down at your shoes again, you notice just how built he is on top of having a handsome face. His plain white crew neck T-shirt, leather jacket and dark wash jeans hugged him just the right amount to accentuate his features without looking too small. His cologne made you dizzy but in that sweet intoxicated way. Or maybe that was your week and the crying session catching up to you. You caught yourself before you could yawn, looking back up at him, His hair was nicely cropped around his head, a dark chestnut brown that looked really soft to touch. His overly warm hand wrapped around you as he guided you to the bench.

Sighing, you look up to him again. "I'm sorry for being such a mess. I promise I'm usually the one rescuing the damsels in distress. But every knight has its day… And today has been an excruciatingly long day, and it's only-" You pat yourself down, looking for your phone to check the time but finding yourself without pockets, and therefore without any of your things. Since you hadn't thought of grabbing your purse when you had made your escape. "giornataccia!! Che Palle! People who don't put fucking pockets into their dress designs should be hunted." {Italian: really bad day!! $%>@!}

The man looks at you, a little shocked at your outburst. "Not that I don't agree, but…"

"I left my phone, wallet, purse, and extra pair of shoes back where I was..." You say, throwing yourself onto the bench and rubbing your eyes with your hands to hide the frustrated tears that were fighting to break loose.

"I see, what exactly could you have had happen to cause you to run away without anything? Should I be escorting you to a police station?"

"Ha!" The self-deprecating laugh popped out of your mouth, harsh, rough, and cracked. "No, I don't think the police are needed. Just had a drama queen moment, and now I can never show myself in a theater again. Talk about the worst audition of my life. That's saying something because I vomited on my BFA panel during my audition for them."

"It can't have been that bad." The man crouched in front of you, gently taking your hands away from your face, you avoided the trap of his gorgeous grey eyes by looking up into the sky.

"Oh, it was definitely that bad. I didn't even know about it until my best friend pushed me into the front doors. She then continued on her warpath, distracting Mr. Stark during cattle call, and then followed it up by an encore of stomping on my foot to get me to open my mouth. And in true MUSICAL THEATER FASHION. I just hAd To SiNg OuT mY FeElInGs. Talk about the most melodramatic thing that I could have done." You leaned lounged back on the bench, glaring at the sky.

"Okay, that does sound pretty bad. But how could you not know you were going to be auditioning? Especially if you were auditioning for Tony Stark. Those auditions are closed call."

"My best friend is the reincarnation of Puck. I'm pretty sure she worships gods of mischief. She has been secretly planning this for years. Ever since I stopped performing with her." At this point, you weren't sure your mind was awake enough to stop yourself from saying the first thing that came from your brain. "And why did you stop?"

"Accident. Left me lame for a while, and by the time I got myself back out there, I wasn't what people wanted to look at."

"Looks like you still have the function of both your legs. And even if you didn't, that doesn't mean shit, dollface, so what has really kept you away?"

"Fucking hell, it doesn't mean shit, and have you looked at me? I'm not what they want. I'm fat, and slow, and fucking ugly."

"Then do something about it."

"Yeah, whatever." You couldn't handle anymore of this man's bullshit. You had TRIED to do something about it. You had tried to do MULTIPLE somethings, and none of them worked. Your rekindled agitation put you back on edge. Sighing, you looked at him again. "I know you said you wanted coffee, but honestly I'm just tired, would you mind if I used your phone? I need to call someone to come get me since my wallet is wherever my friend is."

The man nodded, fishing his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you with a leather-covered hand. Nodding in appreciation as he walked a few paces from you to give you privacy, you quickly typed in Amanda's number hitting the call button.

The phone rings for way too many seconds for you to feel comfortable. When she answered, you didn't give her a chance to say anything. "I left my phone and purse there, I'm stranded on a bench at Cliff and Fulton. If you don't get here soon, I will have to retract your best friend privileges. You got me into this mess. You owe me big time. And you owe me a new pair of heels."

"I'm so so— "Before she can even finish her apology, you hang up. Turning to hand the man his phone back, surprised to find him conveniently absent. Looking around again, you see him across the street, walking towards you with two steaming McDonald's cups.

"I know you said you didn't want any, but I felt like you deserve a pick-me-up, It's not what I was planning on treating you to but, it will have to do." He gives you a smirk, handing you one of the cups.

"Thanks," you handed him the phone, introducing yourself casually, "my name is Y/N."

"My friends call me Bucky."

"Am I, your friend?" You ask, your eyebrow quirking upward.

"Who knows? I think we could be." He says, taking a seat on the bench beside you, splaying his legs so far apart you could probably sit pretty comfortably between his legs.

"Well, seeing as you are playing the role of knight in shining armor, why don't you tell me a story of your brave quest. You've heard my tale of woe, what's yours?"

His lights lit up at the request for a story. It wasn't until then that you realized how dark and sad his eyes really were.

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Skinny Love (Mick Mars x reader)

Summary:

From the prompts list: "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

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Warnings:

Fluff and smut

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Being Tommy’s little sister is hard work. Especially when he wants you with him almost 24/7. He takes you everywhere. At one point, he had you stand outside the bathroom when he was using it. He’d make you talk to him while he was in there. He even had you move in with him when he moved into the Crue House. You thought it was ridiculous, but what could you do? Tommy’s more overprotective of you since he’s the one that protected you from the assholes at your school.

You were badly bullied for your entire school career. Only because you loved books and wore glasses. A stupid reason to get bullied, but it made those jerks feel better about themselves. You couldn’t help it that you didn’t look like those valley girls. You didn’t have blonde hair or the perfect body. To this day, you’re still very insecure about your appearance. Athena, thankfully, didn’t have trouble with the bullies. The jerks LOVED her. And you couldn’t blame them. Your younger sister is beautiful, and she knows it.

You’re only ten months younger than Tommy, so you guys got put in the same year. You and Vince became really close before you three graduated. Turns out, being close with the blonde helped the guys out a lot.

After Tommy found Nikki and Mick, they obviously needed a lead singer. You knew that Vince had a great voice, you just didn't know if he'd want to be in the band. Last you heard, he was in a cover band named Rock Andi. With a little bit of teasing from you, you managed to get him to join the band they later named, Mötley Crüe.

You'd grown close with the four boys, since you were forced to move in with them. You won't tell Tommy, but you have a huge crush on the older guitarist. It's not THAT big of an age gap anyways. . .just twelve years. You know that Tommy won't let you be with Mick, no matter how much you beg him.

Besides, there's no way Mick would like you like that anyway. He probably just thinks of you as a kid. And you definitely don't look like the kind of girl for him. You're too shy.

Today the guys decided to go out to a strip club. They won't be back until long after midnight. You doubt any of them will even come home. They told you just to send Mick over to the club, The Seventh Veil, when he comes by. You told them you would, then laid on the couch to take a long nap.

Mick nearly scared you to death when you woke up and he was sitting by your feet.

"What the hell?" You ask, still feeling tired.

"Sorry," Mick says in his quiet voice. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Well you did you asshole," You grumble, pulling yourself into the sitting position.

"Someone's grumpy," Mick chuckles, leaning back on the couch cushions with a grunt.

You frown at him, knowing his problems with his back. He turns to look back at you, and you change your expression. You know he hates getting sympathy.

"I'M grumpy, Mr. I-Hate-The-World-And-Everything-In -It?"

He laughs. "That's one long name. I don't think it'll fit on my driver's license."

You scoff, crossing your arms. Mick looks away, shifting uncomfortably. He grunts again, looking at the movie that's playing on the TV. You look at him, more worried than before. He seems to be in more pain than usual today.

"Stop it."

You're taken aback at his sudden outburst. "S-Stop what?" You stutter out.

"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice," He responds, turning to look at you again. "I don't need your sympathy."

You sigh. "I-I know, Mick. I just want to help."

Just then, a wicked idea pops into your mind. You glance back at the clock. The other guys won't be back for hours. You don't know if Mick'll like it or not, but you can try.

"You can't help, (Y/N)."

You don't answer. You stand up, walking to stand in front of the guitarist. You then gently sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Mick looks up at you with an alarmed expression. "W-What are you-?"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his neck. "I'm helping ease the pain for a little bit."

Your hands slide down to the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging on it. You continue to kiss and nip at his neck. A small moan escapes his lips causing a smile to appear on your lips.

"W-We c-can't," He stutters out.

You pull away, looking into his eyes. "It's okay. They won't be back for hours."

You reach your hands down until you’re palming him through his tight jeans. He moans again.

“Think you can make it to the bedroom?” You ask, your voice a lot deeper than usual.

“I know I can,” Mick responds, standing up with his hands underneath your ass to support you.

He finally connects your lips to his as he walks down the hallway to the small room that you have to yourself. Mick lays you down on the bed gently, disconnecting your lips temporarily to remove your shirt. He sits back for a moment, admiring how you look. His eyes widen as he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra. You take matters into your own hands. You lift up your hips and pull off your jeans and panties.

Mick almost looks starstruck as you reach down, your fingers playing with your clit. Mick starts to take off his clothes. His eyes never leave your hand. You moan loudly as you finally insert a finger.

“Mick,” You moan, using your other hand to palm your breast.

You start to roll your hips, causing you to moan even louder. Mick takes your hands away from your body, pinning them above you.

“That’s my job, sweetheart,” Mick says, inserting a finger into you without any warning.

You moan again, wanting to touch him. Mick inserts another finger, pumping in and out. He starts to curl his fingers every time he goes back in. Mick removes his fingers, letting go of your hands to move down your body. He kisses down your breasts to your entrance. He then pushes your thighs, spreading your legs even wider. He kisses your clit, then starts to move his tongue in and out of you.

“Mick,” You moan again, weaving your hair through the guitarists hair.

You wrap your legs around his head, rolling your hips against his mouth. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure. Who knew Mick would be so good with his tongue?

Finally you come undone on his tongue. He moves back up with a grin on his face.

“Do you have a condom, baby?” Mick asks, his voice low.

You nod, reaching over to grab one from inside the nightstand. You rip it open with your teeth, then roll it onto his length. He doesn’t give you any warning as he thrusts into you. He doesn’t let you adjust before pounding into you. You both start to moan like pornstars. Mick sucks and bites on your neck and boobs.

You both cum together, making Mick collapse on top of you afterwards. He pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it into the trash can beside your bed. He lays beside you on his side, facing you. You turn to face him, a smile on your face.

“Who knew Tommy’s little sister has had sex?” Mick laughs. “I would’ve thought he had you locked up all the time.”

You shrug, still smiling. “He does leave the house for hours on end.”

Mick laughs, resting his hand on your bare thigh. He looks at you with a loving expression. You can only hope he wanted this to happen like you did.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N),” He says.

You blush. “I’m not, but thank you.”

“Don’t say that. You really are beautiful. You look a hell of a lot better than Tommy,” Mick laughs.

“Fair enough,” You giggle.

The both of you grow silent. Then Mick speaks up.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You’re startled at first, but then you kiss him. “Yes,” You you say, feeling insanely happy.

“Good. I’d feel awful if you just wanted to have sex with me.”

You laugh, kissing him again. This is probably one of the best moments in your life.

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[kittysukagasterfics]

Sweet Dreams

Note: Thank you everyone for all the notes on the last fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy this one just as much! Onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: @classysansypansy

Summary: Subject 1 suffers from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Will Subject 2 and the Human be able to help him open up about it?

     Subject 1 woke up from another one of his many naps. Only this time, he found that he was alone. Confused, he stood up and looked around. It was completely dark save for a few dim overhead lights. Subject 1 decided to try calling out in hopes of someone hearing him.

    “bro! are you there?! human?! ...hello?”

     There was no answer. Seems like he had no choice but to start walking. Using the dim lights to guide him, Subject 1 walked along the darkened walls of the Lab. All the while, he was calling out for someone. There was still no answer and 1-S felt like he was walking to nowhere. After a few minutes of walking, he began to feel extremely tired. He sat back down and just about fell asleep when he suddenly spotted his brother. With what little strength he had, Subject 1 ran over to him in excitement only to realize 2-P was crying.

    “hey, bro, what’s wrong? where’s the human?”

     2-P just continued crying, not saying anything. Instead, he showed his brother his right hand. Subject 1′s eye sockets immediately glowed purple upon seeing it. Screwed onto his brother’s hand was a metal plate with letters on it. They were a bit blurry but 1-S could make them out: WDG-2 P. He was in complete disbelief. His brother finally spoke up.

    “BROTHER, I...IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!”

    “i-it’s gonna be ok! just tell me what happ-”

    “WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP ME, BROTHER?! YOU JUST LEFT ME TO SUFFER!”

     Subject 1′s eye sockets had glowed yellow now. When he didn’t respond, his brother continued.

    “AND NOW THANKS TO YOU, THERE’S NO TIME TO SAVE THE HUMAN!”

     His eye sockets were flashing colors rapidly now. After frantically asking where the Human was taken, 2-P pointed in the other direction, where a lone door stood. He quickly ran over there, hoping it wasn’t too late. Just as 1-S reached it, the door swung open causing a flood of bright light to come out. He got blinded for a few seconds. But once he could see, he nearly started crying.

     The Human was alive but they looked...different. Their hair was so disheveled that 1-S could see both of their eyes clearly.  Their once bright, crimson eyes were now dull and empty. The Human was so broken that they were having trouble standing to the point where Gaster had to hold them up. Subject then realized that they also had a metal plate screwed onto their hand. He could barely make out the letters: WDG-3 H. The two of them didn’t seem to have noticed him yet as Gaster carried them over to where 2-P was. 1-S couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to run but was suddenly grabbed with magic.

    “I knew you were going to be the one to give me trouble...”

     Subject 1 began to kick and scream for help, hoping for the other two to come help him. They didn’t even seem to hear him. 1-S then found himself strapped down onto a table with Gaster standing over him, a power drill in one hand and a metal plate in the other.

    “This will only hurt more if you struggle...”

     Everything went black just as the drill was switched on.

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    “nn...noooo, stop!!”

     Subject 1 woke up crying out, startling Subject 2 awake. He immediately started to glow his eye sockets green in an attempt to comfort his brother but to no avail. He just continued to sob and mumble incoherently.

    “BROTHER, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? DID YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE?”

    “nn-no, l...leave them alone...”

     Reaching around, 1-S found and grabbed Subject 2′s right hand, giving it a small squeeze. That calmed him down a little only to start panicking again.

    “t...the human! bro, where’s the human?!”

     Subject 2 jumped at his brother’s outburst and looked over at the Human with confusion. They and Toby were fast asleep, apparently not hearing 1-S crying. They looked alright as far as he could tell.

    “THEY’RE SLEEPING OVER THERE, BROTHER. DO YOU WANT ME TO WAKE THEM UP FOR YOU?”

     After his brother frantically nodded, 2-P walked over to the Human and gently shook them awake. They let out a yawn and mumbled a ‘good morning’, only to become confused when they realized that the Lab’s lights were still off. They also saw Subject 2 standing there with a concerned look.

    “*You ask him if something’s wrong.”

    “HUMAN, MY BROTHER HAD A NIGHTMARE AND-”

     The Human didn’t need to hear anymore as they made their way over to the sobbing babybones. They scooped him up in their arms and rocked him while softly singing a lullaby. Subject 1 gripped their shirt as he sobbed into their chest. The Human ran their fingers against his skull while giving him parental kisses on the forehead. That’s when 1-S asked to see their right hand. The Human was confused but complied with his request. Seeing nothing unusual, Subject 1 completely calmed down.

    “*You ask him if he wants to talk about his dream.” ‘*He shakes his head...’

     The Human then suggested he sleep with them and Toby tonight. 1-S gave a nod at the idea so they motioned Subject 2 over. The Human had 2-P lay next to them while his brother sat in their lap. Toby fell back asleep on the opposite side. The Human gave 1-S soft pets until they heard light snores. Smiling warmly, they gave each brother a parental kiss. They then yawned, quickly being reminded of how exhausted they were. The Human closed their eyes and drifted off into dreamland.

(The Next Day)

    “WEEEEE! LIFT ME HIGHER, HUMAN!”

     The Human laughed as they lifted Subject 2 into the air and over their head. Gaster had to go set up something for the brothers so he told them to keep watch over the two. The brothers wanted to play a game so the Human made up one where they would lift up a brother in the air and run around. The two babybones loved it and would squeal with joy whenever as the Human ran around with them. It was in the middle of Subject 1′s turn when Gaster walked back in.

    “Human, please be careful with 1-S when you play with him. I have everything set up so I need him to come with me anyway.”

    “*You give him a thumbs-up and walk over to him carrying Subject 1.”

     When Subject 1 realized what was happening, he began freaking out and tried to get out of the Human’s arms.

    “no! don’t let him take me, human!”

     Concerned and confused, the Human put him down on the floor to see what was wrong. Before they could, however, Subject 1 broke free from their grasp and ran out of the room. Subject 2 immediately ran after him. Gaster was about to go after him as well but the Human stopped him.

    “*You tell Gaster to stay put.” ‘*He gives a wary look.’

    “What do you mean ‘stay put’, Human? I can’t just-”

     They gave him a gentle shoulder grab to get his attention. He saw by the look on their face that it would be best for him to stay behind. The Human left the room in search of the brothers. They found them sitting in the hallway with Subject 1 sobbing uncontrollably while his brother tries to comfort him. The Human went over and sat beside him.

    “*You ask him if everything’s alright.”

    “-sniff- d...don’t let him hurt me, human.”

    “*You ask him what makes him think Gaster would hurt him.”

     That’s when Subject 1 finally broke down and told his brother and the Human about his nightmare. He told of how he found 2-P with a metal plate on his hand and blaming him for it, how he tried to save the Human but was too late, and then lastly how he was strapped to a table to get one attached as well. After 1-S finished talking, he started crying again. The Human and his brother brought him in a group hug.

    “DO NOT WORRY, BROTHER! HE HASN’T HURT YOU, THE HUMAN, AND ME YET. IN FACT, HE SEEMS HAPPIER SINCE THE HUMAN CAME!”

    “*You reassure him that Gaster may be grumpy at times, but he would never cause harm to anyone.”

     As they petted him, 1-S realized that everything they said was true. Despite Gaster being mean at times, he never showed any malice intent. He gave sigh of relief and giggled as the Human placed a parental kiss on his forehead. He felt safe in their arms, knowing there will no harm done to anyone.

     Unbeknownst to the three of them, Gaster was listening in on the conversation. He got a heavy feeling in his chest when Subject 1 told of his nightmare. Was this what guilt felt like...? As he walked back into the room, he wondered if that nightmare was just cruel imagination or just some form of foreshadowing...

Note: Looks like the brothers’ and the Human’s bond has grown stronger! Thank for everyone for reading and I hope the wait wasn’t too long. You guys have been really creative with the requests lately so I’m gonna have lots of fun writing those! Thank you so much for reading! I love all of you! Requests are always welcomed! Stay tuned for more.

[buckthegrump]

The Christmas Spirit

Summary: The Christmas season is your favorite time of year and you’re having a great time until Bucky comes along to ruin it. Prompt:  “You remind me of the Grinch, you know?  Except his heart grows three sizes and you stay an asshole.”

Warnings: Fluff?. Swearing,

Word Count:

A/N: originally this was for one of @nataliarxmanxva  ‘s writing challenges I think (sorry i’m posting this in march)

November 1st was the day Christmas time started. A lot of people you knew thought that it was way too early for it but you didn’t let that stop you from blasting Christmas music and watching holiday movies. Your favorite thing by far though was the Christmas lights. It made the fact that sunset was at 4:30 less depressing and the literally lit up the city. The cold weather matched your wardrobe and honestly, nothing could ruin your good mood.

Except for one thing, and it, he rather, was insistent on ruining your good mood. And to be honest he was getting to you. Anytime you tried to get anyone from the team to go out to go ice skating or look at Christmas lights or do anything that deals with anything remotely close to Christmas, he was one of many shooting the idea down. For some reason it hurt more when he did it, you knew the reason why you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

Tonight was no different only tonight you were determined to win. You were going to win tonight.

“We should watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas or It’s a Wonderful Life.” You had suggested Christmas movies for the past few movie nights with no luck.

“Why it’s not even after Thanksgiving yet,” Bucky said. “Let’s watch something else.”

“Bucky, watching one Christmas movie isn’t going to kill anyone.” Steve was exhausted from your constant bickering.

“There’s no reason that we need to watch a Christmas movie before Thanksgiving,” Bucky argued.

“Y/n, just put in the Grinch.” Natasha sighed, and you obliged.

“Oh c’mon.” Bucky groaned.

“Buck, it’s only 30 minutes you can handle 30 minutes.” Sam raised his voice slightly.

The movie started and you tried to enjoy yourself, but every so often you heard him groaning.

The movie is almost over and you turn to the man who has set out to ruin your Christmas spirit.

“Bucky, you remind me of the Grinch, you know?” You made eye contact with him. “Except his heart grows three sizes and you stay an asshole.” Your outburst stunned him into silence, and you watched the last few minutes in peace.

Over the next few days, Bucky was back to his happiness hating self. You started avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal with him.

“Y/n you should talk to him and tell him that he needs to back off of Christmas,” Steve said the next morning before the rest of the team was up.

“Why?”

“He’s not very good at expressing himself.”

“He seems to be doing just fine to me.” This made Steve glare at you.

“You know what I mean. Besides you have to remember we grew up in a different time so we were taught differently than you were.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to him.” You gave in and Steve smiled. “But he so much as blinks the wrong way and I’ll up my Christmas spirit to 100%.”

“You’re not at 100% now?” Steve’s voice cracked slightly.

You just shrugged and walked up to your room. On your way up you run into the Grinch himself. You should’ve left it, you should’ve kept walking but you didn’t.

“What the hell is your problem?” You stormed over to Bucky.

“What do you mean?” He backed away slightly.

“I put up with your bullshit for the rest of the year and you can’t leave me alone for this two months while I enjoy the best time of year?”

“I’m just confused as to why you love this season so much.” He admitted.

“Because it’s the best season.”

“How? It’s dark all the time the weather is terrible and the city is always so busy.”

“Come home with me,” you abruptly stated.

“What?” He asked understandably confused.

“For the holidays, come home with me. I want to show you why I love this season.” It was a long shot but you really wanted to at least try to show him.

“Yeah alright,” his agreement shocked you and you didn’t say anything as he walked away.

“So do you like Bucky?” Steve asked while he’s cooking dinner the next day and you almost choked on your drink.

“He’s fine.” You shrugged trying to keep cool.

“Don’t bullshit me Y/n, you know exactly what I’m asking you.” He looked at you. “C’mon there’s no one around, you can tell me.”

“Who knew that Captain America was a gossip.”

“You're avoiding the question.”

“You're damn right I am.” You suddenly found your hands very interesting.

“Please tell me.” Steve whined.

“Ok fine yes I have a crush on him. God. And it’s so irritating. Like why? Why do I hate myself? I should hate him he’s-” you ran your hands over your face. “He’s so grumpy? I don’t think that I’ve ever seen him smile, once. Is he allergic to happiness?”

“No, he just doesn’t understand the new age,” Steve said then a sly smile formed onto his face. “Besides something tells me he might like you too.”

“Oh give me a break.” You walked away and ignored Steve’s laughter and call for you to come back.

But you couldn’t help but think, what if he did?

Two weeks later you were at the airport with Bucky waiting for your flight. He was staring at his ticket.

“You’re from Oregon?” He looked at you.

“Yes, why is that surprising?”

“Well yeah, isn’t full of farms and small towns?” He asked.

“I mean yeah but I’m from the one part that doesn’t have small towns. But don’t worry we’ll have fun, the only time you want to be in Portland is during Christmas. It’s when there’s the most to do.”

“Whatever you say doll,” he smirked knowing that that nickname angered you. You rolled your eyes and you tried to ignore him for the rest of the time. But he kept asking you questions about your home, you begrudgingly answered them.

When you finally land in Portland you pulled him aside before leaving the terminal.

“So I forgot to warn you,” your voice is hushed.

“What?” His tone matched yours.

“My parents like to jump to conclusions, so they think we are dating and I have tried to correct them, but they are also stubborn and want me to be dating someone already.”

“Why would they think we’re dating?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Because I’m bringing you home for the holidays. That’s something you do with significant others.” Your whisper turned into more of a yell.

“Ok, well just leave it to me, I’ll take care of it.” He smiled and walked towards the escalators.

“What?” You stood there for a minute and watched him walk away. “Bucky what does that mean?”

You chased after him and caught up with him at the luggage claim and that’s when you heard them. Your parents. You braced yourself.

“Y/n!” Your mother yelled as she ran up to you and wrapped you in her arms. “Oh is this the man you brought home with you?” She took a step back looking him up and down. “He’s cute.”

“Mom!” You gasped.

“What? I’m just saying!” Your mother held up her hands.

“Honey leave our daughter alone.” Your dad came to your rescue. “Hi, kiddo.”

“Hi, dad.” You smiled then remember they’ve never actually met Bucky. “Mom, Dad, this is Bucky.”

“Hi,” Bucky said with a surprising amount of enthusiasm stretching out his right hand. “It’s so good to meet you.”

“Oh, nice shake.” Your dad commented.

“Since when do you care about a handshake?” Your mother asked the question you had on your mind.

“Isn’t that just something people say?” You father half whispered looking at you and you shake your head.

“Come on dear, grab your friend and let’s go try and beat traffic.” You mother herded you back to the car.

When you finally got home your mother said that you could share a room since you were dating. You were about to correct your mother or at least try when Bucky spoke.

“Thank you so much,” he smiled and placed a hand on the small of your back and led you up the stairs.

You closed the door to your old room when you were inside with Bucky. You turned to him, “what the hell?”

“What?” He asked with the same amount of confusion that you felt.

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?” You asked and he just looked at you not giving you an answer. “Bucky.”

“I’m honestly not sure.” He turned and started unpacking. You decided to let it go for now.

“So I was thinking that we could take a nap and then I could show you around town.”

“You only have one bed,” he pointed to your queen sized bed.

“Unlike you, I’m ok with sharing.” You set an alarm and fall onto the bed.

You and Bucky were standing at the waterfront, you had taken him to Peacock lane and the Winter Wonderland at the race track but he kept complaining about something.

You were currently waiting for the boat parade to start. You had made Bucky get Christmas drinks with you, in hopes that he wouldn’t complain about the cold again.

But Bucky wasn’t paying attention to that, he was barely even paying attention to the boats when they finally started. He was paying attention to you, how your face would light up at every new set up, and how his heart stopped when you looked at him and smiled. He knew he was in trouble when he felt the urge to kiss you, he had felt that urge before but never this strong and never this long.

“Did you enjoy it?” You were walking back to the car and had expected him to say no.

“Ya know what I did.” He sounded like he actually meant it and you took off your glove and pressed your hand to his forehead.

“Are you feeling ok?” You flipped your hand as if checking for a fever. “You don’t feel warm.”

“I’m not sick.” He playfully pushed your hand away.

“Ok so tomorrow, we have one more thing we need to see.”

“Y/n don’t you think we should slow down on the Christmas adventure?”

You just gave him a look as you got into the car.

“Wait, Y/n.” He rushed to the other side of the car and got in. “Why aren’t we slowing down? I’m tired and just want to sleep.”

“Tomorrow is Wednesday which is the best day to go to Zoo Lights because no one goes on a Wednesday.” You said and drive home.

“You said that no one would be here,” Bucky whispered into your ear. You were standing in one of two lines and they were a little long but this was nothing in comparison to what they would be like on a weekend.

“It won’t be as bad when we get in there, besides you should see this place on the free entry day, now that is a shitshow.” You whispered back.

When you were finally walking around you are literally giddy. You had been there a few times before. But this time was different somehow, you felt different. You finally got to one of your favorite parts. The tunnel, it’s just a tunnel of lights but it made you feel like you were in a movie.

“Y/n,” Bucky stopped you at the end of the tunnel.

“What?”

“You’re infuriating, do you know this?” You opened your mouth to respond but he stopped you. “No, let me finish. You love Christmas so much it’s almost annoying, it should be annoying, I should find it so annoying. But I don’t. I find it charming, endearing, hell I find it adorable. I find you adorable. And there are times when I just want to. . . Oh god,” he paused and looked as if he’s just realized something. “I’m in love with you.”

You stood there not saying anything so he spoke again.

“Y/n I’m in love with you.” He looked at you.

“So you're heart does grow.” You joked.

He scoffed and starts to walk away but you grab his arm and pull him back. You took him by surprise when you kissed him. It takes a moment but he kissed you back. When you pulled away he almost doesn’t let you. “I’m in love with you too.”

“Does this mean that you don’t think I’m an asshole anymore?” He smiled.

“No, you’re still an asshole.”

[wwounu]

“Okay Wonwoo, I’m leaving now.”

“Take your time Y/N, I think that’ll be better—“

“Are you saying that to kill you some time?”

“… No.” A half giggle bursts out the both of you, the smiles almost visual through the phone, “I’ve just started preparing.”

“Hm, I’ll grant you the lucky chance Mr. Jeon, I’ll walk extra slowly for you.”

“My saviour-“ Suddenly, rustling comes through the phone, hurting your ears a bit. “Minguk! Please don’t jump on my back, you’re going to get hurt!”

“I can’t wait to see ‘Guk either,” You smile, hearing the babbles and noises from the child.

“It’s strange how energetic he is. He can’t stay still…” Wonwoo whines, and you reassure him with a chuckle and a few wishes to him.

“Tell him I can’t wait to see him-“

Booming through the speaker, a boyish voice comes through. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Minguk.” Although you can’t see him, you make wave with your hand. “Is Uncle ‘Woo setting up the table?”

“I’m helping him!”

“Really? Wow! How manly, you’re so cool Minguk!”

Wonwoo’s voice comes back into the scene after a while, “Minguk ran away, I think he got flustered with you saying that.”

“Oh my. Well, I think that’ll be my signal to leave.”

“Look after yourself. You remember the dorm right?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Just making sure-“

“And Wonwoo?”

“‘Sup?”

“‘Extra slow’.”

Wonwoo’s lips tug, eyes staring down at the table markings. “Extra slow.”

And Wonwoo is the one to hang up, drumming his fingers on the table, thinking thoroughly to himself. After his small chain of thoughts, he stands up, walking to get utensils before his nephew runs and koala hugs his leg, giggling loudly at Wonwoo’s sour face.

“‘Guk, you’re so hyper, you’re going to get tired later on when Y/N comes along. Here,” He picks Minguk up — After attempts of prying him off his leg — and lets the younger hold the spoons as they set them on the table.

However, the plan goes wrong halfway through as Minguk falls into a heap of giggles, his energy boosting to its peak. He can’t stay still. He also cannot hold his affections to himself, judging by the peppering kisses all over Wonwoo’s cheek and cute actions to get the latter’s attention.

Resisting, Wonwoo shuts his eyes tight, mumbling “Goodness I didn’t ask for another Mingyu in this household… Even your names are alike…”

But Minguk kisses him on the forehead once more which gets him flustered.

When you arrive, things go smoothly.

The food is great (Wonwoo had great food choices), you had time to play with Minguk (who passed out on in the middle of Wonwoo telling the story of Rapunzel — and you too if he did not tap on your shoulder — now peacefully sleeping on the couch), and truthfully, it felt refreshing being with Wonwoo out of work, being free to talk about whatever is on your minds (especially getting lost into Wonwoo’s facial expressions when he starts to mumble).

It came to the point where you lost track of what were you talking about, and just kept a natural flow of what you were discussing, engaging and laughing at embarrassing stories.

For the most part, Wonwoo mentioned stories about his friends a lot, which was interesting in itself.

“Wait, wait hold on. So he liked her, but she couldn’t like him because she liked him?”

“If we’re not adding side stories, then yeah.”

“Oh my god. Sounds crazy.”

“You had to be there to fully understand it, it was almost like living in a drama — Miscommunication and yada yada yada…”

“Would you say it beats your story?”

“Of course not. There’s no ‘almost death’ so it’s barely there,” He jokes and you laugh along, “I mean I think the fighting story is near that level, but that was take during a legal fight.”

“Fair point—“

The door bursts open, scaring you,almost swinging violently if it wasn’t for the ironing board behind it.

“TELL YOUR SHITTY BEST FRIEND WEN JUNHUI TO FUCK OFF-“

A man stomps in, throwing his belongings across the room. By his face and tone, you can tell he clearly wasn’t happy; By Wonwoo’s face, you could tell he was used to the outburst of anger and that he’s clearly tired by it.

Clearing his throat, Wonwoo bluntly replies. “One, you’re my best friend Mingyu, not Jun — I mean he kinda is but I say he is to poke fun at you. Two, can you not?” His finger points to Minguk, followed by Mingyu’s wide eyes.

Noticing the child waking up, Mingyu jumps back. “HE’S HERE OH FUC-“

“Language!” The male’s voice shuts up by your interruption, and looks over to you with squinting eyes as your attention is drawn on the young boy waking up from his nap.

“Who the heck are you…” He tilts his hand, throwing a hand over his mouth to try and hide the smile thats growing. “Oh… OH! MY ROOMMATE WONWOO IS FINALLY GETTING IT ON! I CAN’T BELIEVE—“

Wonwoo throws a tissue roll at Mingyu and hits him perfectly on the head. Soon after, he turns to you, rubbing his eyes to relieve stress. “Ignore him. He’s sometimes like this.”

The focus adverts to the sound of crying coming from the couch. You and Wonwoo forgot he was frightened to loud noises, which Wonwoo’s roommate had a ‘speciality’ in.

“Minguk!” You acclaim simultaneously as Wonwoo says ‘Oh crap!’

He runs to Minguk and picks him up in his arms, rocking him a bit while soothing him with hushes. “It’s okay, Uncle Woo is here now, Uncle Mingyu is just a bit grumpy and needs some time to relax,” He emphasises ‘relax’, “and he’s using very boring words… We don’t like boring words, right ‘Guk?” He asks, obviously referring to the curses that fell from Mingyu’s mouth like a waterfall, receiving a sleepy nod from the little one. “Good, good… Let’s put you in my bed, where it’s quiet this time.”

Before leaving, Wonwoo mouths ‘Sorry’ to you and glares at Mingyu, walking to his room with the door slightly open when he and Minguk enter.

Sheepishly, Mingyu waddles to your destination and picks up a grape and a piece of Wonwoo’s food — at least he had manners — chewing quietly, before throwing another grape in his mouth as if he was going to say something.

“So… The weather’s nice today huh?”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART THIRTEEN — Intimidating!Wonwoo x Easy-Going!Reader

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