#i miss cuddling with her and getting to caress her little forehead after a long day at work

[chocochat]

i miss my dog

[chiiyuuvv]

hiii i just saw ur riize cuddling headcanon and i really like it! can u also do xikers ver?

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn reader (dont recall using she)

• GENRE — more fluff fluff, same as riize but xikers

• WORD COUNT — 683

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — the way i screamed when i read this request 🤭 ofcccccccccc

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MINJAE ☆

It just feels so safe and protective in his arms

You have a bad day and hes already engulfing you when you walk through the door

Cups your face and looks you dead in the eyes, telling you that everything is going to be alright and how hes proud of you for making it this far

Maybe even leans you again the wall to kiss you

And theres so much passion in that kiss too.. damn, sign me up ♡

JUNMIN ☆

I know i already said this but ✨ biting ✨

It's not aggressive or anything, just urghhh youre so cute lemme bite you

Even kongee joins in

But after everyones done laughing and barking, you get comfortable in his arms

Junmins leaning against the couch with his arm over you and kongee is on your lap, barking happily as you play with her ♡

SUMIN ☆

Feel like hes the type to need cuddles in the morning

Like you wake up and hes wrapped around you so tightly

His voice is deep and raspy with a sleepy smile on his face and his eyes are still closed

Defo little spoon, he just feels so small in your arms

And will melt if you kiss his forehead ♡

JINSIK ☆

Hes already waiting for your cuddles with a pout because thats his favorite past time

Keeps patting the spot beside him whenever you make eye contact

WILL squeeze the life out of you and ask about your day with a kiss on the cheek

He would tell you about his day and how he misses you so, soo much even though you were gone for an hour

Strokes your hair with heart eyes ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

When he askes for cuddles, you better give him his cuddles >:|

Will annoy you if you dont give him his way, jumping around with his hands on your shoulder as he repeats your name

And although hes annoying you, you cant find it yourself to be mad

Will melt in your arms and his cheeks would be so red

Hearts in his eyes, just like jinsik ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

I feel like i keep saying this but his. Head. On. Your. Lap.

Or stomach or just.. basically his a little spoon

Your hands NEED to be in his hair, understand??

His hands would be caressing your thigh or stomach, whatever hes laying on

And would fall asleep when you start telling him about your day. Not because its boring but your voice is so soothing and he just feels so comfortable ♡

SEEUN ☆

Cuddling time is talking time. He needs to know how you're feeling

Tell him your deepest, darkest secrets, opinions, whatever he wouldnt judge

Your head on his chest with him rubbing your back is all he needs

If you arent feeling so well then he would pepper your face with kisses and reassuring you everything will be okay

If you are feeling so well then he would pepper your face with kisses and tell you everything will remain okay ♡

YUJUN ☆

Would get so red when you ask for cuddles

But always says yes nevertheless

Its so warm in his arms, his chin resting on top of your head

Little tickle fights with the cutest smile

Pushes you on the bed just so he can get on top of you and hug you, his head in the crook of your neck ♡

HUNTER ☆

He'd be propped up on his shoulder while your hands were wrapped around his waist

Brushes some hair back to tell you how beautiful you are

Defo needs his kisses, so please give him his kisses >:|

Would get mad when you pepper his face with kisses because no he wants long, deep kisses. On his lips

And then would be all giggly when you finally do it ♡

YECHAN ☆

Hear me out, matching hoodies

With a movie playing in the background

But you guys arent paying attention, just too busy staring at each other

The sweetest smile when you tuck some hair behind his ear, cupping his cheek as he leans into your hand

Whispers in your ear how much he loves you ♡

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Nightmare

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: some fluffy hurt/comfort

Summary: where Wanda has a nightmare and you help her calm down

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She was back. She had no idea how, but she was back. Back to fighting Ultrons bots alongside the Avengers.

In her mind, she tried her hardest to get away, to get to her brother to save him, but she had no control over her arms and legs. As she was fighting off the bots, she felt powerless. She wanted to go to Pietro, to save him, but she was powerless.

And there it was.

The sharp pain of feeling her brother leave this world. The pain feels just as real as the first time

"Wanda?"

What a cruel thing for her to relive again. To feel just as helpless then the first time. The worst part? Not being able to do anything different.

"Wanda!"

As she was letting out a scream that had all her sadness in it, she wondered if she would have to relive this moment any more times.

"Wanda!"

And just like that, Wanda woke up to you calling her name, gasping, trying her hardest to catch her breath. She was sweating and her whole body was trembling. You looked at her, concern written all over your face.

"Are you okay? You were hyperventilating in your sleep."

Wanda shook her head no, and continued to hyperventilate. You quickly noticed and went to sit in front of her, pressing your foreheads together and caressing her cheeks with your thumbs.

"Breathe with me, love. In and out, in and out. Just like that, you're doing so well for me."

Wanda looked at you with a look that absolutely broke your heart. Scared and vulnerable, with tears in her eyes. But eventually, with your help, she managed to get her breathing under control.

You lead her out of bed, and to the livingroom, having her sit on the couch. You made her a cup of her favorite tea and grabbed a few of the cookies you had baked together earlier that day.

As you went over to the couch, you went to sit next to Wanda, holding her hand and rubbing little circles on her hand with your finger.

"Were you having a nightmare, sweetheart?"

Wanda nodded.

"Was it about Pietro? I heard you screaming his name."

Wanda nodded again, fresh tears welling in her eyes. You sighed sympathetically, and pulled her close to you. You heard Wanda cry softly in your shoulder. You rubbed her back softly.

"It's okay, my love. I'm here. Let it all out."

After a few minutes, Wanda pulled away from you, sniffing softly and wiping her tears away.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, love. Would you like to talk about it?"

Wanda shrugged.

"It felt like it happened all over again. I was there again, and I could feel him leaving me again."

You hummed at that.

"It's five years since he's gone today, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I don't know how I've managed so long without him. I miss him so much."

You saw Wanda's eyes fill up with tears again so you made her sit in your lap, having her hug you as you caressed her lower back softly.

"He's watching over you, you know. And I bet he is so proud of you."

"Do you really think so?"

"No, I know so."

Even though she was still shaking a little, you could feel Wanda smiling against your cheek.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, detka"

You shushed her, gently pressing your lips against her forehead.

"Don't apologise, love. I had to make sure you were okay."

After a few more loving minutes in each other, you spoke up.

"Let's go back to bed, okay?"

"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?"

You smiled soflty at that.

"As your girlfriend, it's my duty to cuddle you back to sleep if you have a nightmare. So let's go to bed so I can do that."

Wanda smiled and went to kiss you.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, you'll never have to find out."

With that, you and Wanda went back to bed, Wanda clinging onto you like a koala bear as soon as you stepped in bed.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

Wanda nodded, and with the feeling of your arms around her, hearing your heartbeat and feeling your fingers gently play with her hair, she fell asleep, feeling more safe then she ever felt before.

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@silverv-week day 2 // amusement park

set in: au: everybody wants to rule the world // a little present for @bishicat :3c

it was johnny's birthday, his first birthday since getting his body back in fact and he had spent the last week trying to figure out what his girlfriend had planned for him - no luck though, she was too sneaky.

"happy birthday!" she was smiling from ear to ear, it was almost as if she liked this day more than he did. it was cute really, to see her this happy and it was the best present he could ask for.

she cupped his face with her hands and pulled him into a kiss, a kiss filled with love and excitement. "so are you 90 now? or 35?" she teased him and rubbed her nose against his, her hands still placed on the sides of his head.

he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "dunno. what would ya prefer?" he asked as he tried to wriggle out of her grip, she allowed it, to press a kiss to her neck.

she grumbled and moved one of her hands to the back of his head, caressing the skin and playing with his hair. "what are you doing?" she asked and johnny kissed his way down her neck while pulling the fabric of the shirt off her shoulder to reveal more skin for him to kiss. he didnt dignify this question with words but instead slipped his left hand underneath her shirt and to the small of her back to pull her closer. another hum escaped her and he smiled against the soft skin of her neck, dragging his teeth across before biting down softly.

"we got a busy day ahead of us." she tilted her head to look down at him but he wanted more, wanted to taste her again and again, make her moan and gush and blush, spend this special day in bed with her, fucking and cuddling until the sun went down.

johnny felt the quickness of her heartbeat, the slight raise in her bodytemperature and he could swear he smelled her arousal already but all these signs only made her rejection worse. "really? no birthday sex?" he moved his hand down, running his thumb in circles on her hippbone.

"didn't say that." she took a step away from him and moved to put the counter between them. it was moments like these when johnny missed their old connection, he didnt know if he upset her in some way or if the flame between them was already dying out. he picked up his coffee cup, he needed something to hold onto.

he watched her add sugar and synthmilk to her own mug and as though she could still read his thoughts she assured him. "i would love to right now but we got a tight schedule." she grinned at him over the rim of her mug and he nodded. they were more than sex and while this was his day he was happy to indulge her - though his cock thought differently right now.

"so, whats on the agenda?" he asked and took a big sip from his coffee.

"weeeeell," she said in a sing song voice. "remember that rollercoaster we went on?"

"yeah. you repaired it." he raised an eyebrow. the rollercoaster? out of all the places in night city he didnt expect her to take him there. sure, they had shared a few memories in that place but it was plain weird.

"you will find out the rest later." she smiled again, that infectious smile he loved so much about her. that was one of the things that made him glad they no longer shared a body; back then he was unable to see her smile but now it was one of his favourite things and he knew that he was the source of it. finally, after 90 years of existence he made someone happy, genuinely happy and it filled him with joy too.

"we should check on that fortune teller, wanna see if its still spewing that crap."

they went out for breakfast first, then drove to pacifica. sadly the rollercoaster was completely out of order now and the fortune teller was fixed as well.

viv gave the screen a good kick and then turned to him in defeat. "i'm sorry."

he pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled. "it's fine." flinging his arm around her, he pulled her close. "been gone long enough, i'm sure they are ready." he had finally figured it out, it was pretty obvious thinking about it now.

"-- what?" she looked up at him in shock.

"c'mon babe, oldest trick in the book. ya get me outta the apartment so they can set up the party."

[fieldofdaisiies]

Modern Az x reader headcanon suggestion?? Reader has been away on a course and comes home exhausted. Az has missed her a lot (even though she was only away for a day). He sent messages to her throughout the day checking in on her, making sure she got there safely and proceeds to care for her when she gets home. 💙

oh I love this the request💙

as the request says, throughout the day Az sends you sweet messages, always checking in on you (see pictures attached at the end)

and once you are finally home, Azriel is already patiently waiting for you

he has run you a bath, added some rose oil and rose petals, helps you undress and while you savour your bath he makes dinner for you

one of your favourite meals, and he serves it to you write after you leave your bath and steal of one his shirts

Azriel chuckles lowly when he sees you in it and before he lets you eat he pulls you to his chest, and kisses the top of your head "I know it was just a few hours, but I missed you so much." "missed you more, but I am just so happy to finally be home."

Azriel smiles against your forehead and kisses your brow

he holds you for a moment longer, his sweet scent filling your nostrils and you smile against his chest

once your part Azriel gives you some space and you enjoy the meals he has cooked – it is delicious

later one you will cuddle up on the couch, Azriel moving you on top of his chest, holding you tightly while he pampers your face with sweet kisses while whispering sweet nothings

Azriel has turned on the TV, some random series playing in the background

you will talk a little about your day, about how the course/meeting went

Azriel softly caresses your body with soft and gentle strokes, kissing your nose "good that you have your day off tomorrow" "so good"

you exhale a long breath and bury your face in his chest, drawing in his scent

for a moment longer you watch the series, until Azriel carries you to the bedroom, helping you crawl under the sheets

he holds you throughout the night, closely cuddled together

chat messages:

and yes, I downloaded an app for that and texted myself hahaha

[kirarinlovesidols]

Mornings with genshin men as fathers part 2.

Liyue

Zhongli

‌Has to wake up early to work but before that he enjoys being the one making breakfast and taking care of usual morning chores.

‌Can you tell he loves you so much he refuses to let you do anything.

‌Wakes his daughter up in the unfortunately meanest way possible...he gently lowers her blankets and waits for a few seconds before she gets up all confused missing the warmth. Dragons are sensitive to temperatures it seems.

‌You and your baby kiss his cheeks goodbye and wave at him by the door wishing another good day at work.

Xiao

‌We already stablished he's the distant type of dad and with his duty of protecting Liyue to also take care of he isn't home often.

‌However the Yaksha makes an effort to at least go home every night to check up on you and your daughter.

‌In very very rare occasions where the nation seems to be having a peaceful streak Xiao feels more at ease to be with you, after all he can't really do much since it's the era of humans now, he respects their wishes of not depending on adepti.

‌He loves saying he doesn't need sleep but we all know that's bullshit, right? As an adeptus he doesn't need to sleep as often as humans do but his body can still very much crash since it needs "shut down" periods every now and then. If there's nothing going on Xiao will rest, cuddling with you in his sleep.

‌You are aware of his nightmares and so is your baby. Bless her heart, she seems to be very understanding of why Xiao isn't very present. She doesn't understand it completely but she's determined to spend more time with him when he's here.

"The voices, the memories...oh how he despises them and how much he blames himself as well, letting guilt eat him alive for the rest of his days."

"He WOULD atone for his sins, it doesn't matter how long it takes, how much demon blood he has to spill."

The Yaksha wakes up in cold sweat. His lungs gasping for air.

It seems like Xiao slept without meaning to, again. This night was a fairly ok one, no traces of demonic activity could be felt so he decided to come back home. What he didn't expect was to end up cuddling you to sleep, he couldn't really bring himself to say no and felt guilty about not spending enough time with his family as he wanted or felt like he should.

Cold sweat seemed to have formed on his forehead. It was hard to breathe and everything reminded himself of his bloodhound era.

He could feel his sanity slipping through the cracks of his mind, bit by bit. Until a little presence made itself known.

"Hmmm...? Papa are you ok? Your face looks...weird...did you have a nightmare?"

He could feel himself wheeze, he needed to calm down, he was panicking. It's ok, his beloved was here and so were his daughter, he was going to be fine.

His brain repeated these words like a mantra but to no avail.

Suddenly everything came to a halt as something soft and warm touched his forehead.

Oh.

"Do you feel better now? Mama does this to me when I have nightmares so...."

Right.

This wasn't the past, it's the present. He's safe now, he's with people who love him.

"Thank you...."

Xiao says as he engulfs his daughter into a hug and lies down again. His hand caressing her hair smoothing any stray locks.

Archons, he was so grateful to have you two.

In the morning you wonder if you missed something. Xiao and your daughter seem to be very "clingy" with each other today.

You weren't complaining though, it was good to know there were moments he stopped worrying about hurting her or not.

A smile graced your lips as you watched the little green haired girl feed her father almond tofu.

A light pink seemed to dust his cheeks but you could see in his eyes this moment meant a lot to him.

Xingqiu

‌Good luck trying to get his twink ass out of bed every morning.

‌He still reads until late as that is his way of "de-stressing" from all the work he has to do for his family.

‌You feel bad for him though...you really wish you didn't have to wake him up, you wish you could let him sleep since he probably needs it but it's either you, your son or a servant does it.

‌luckily your child is a bit too smart for his own good already as he inherited a lot of his father's teasing tendencies. Things such as:

"Father if you don't wake up I'm afraid i won't be able to share this new book i got with you..."

‌Mans is literally jolting out of bed immediately.

‌Listen, he appreciates the time he spends with his baby a LOT since they don't get to do much together usually.

‌You just roll your eyes and shake your head as a smile forms in your lips, watching their antics.

‌His handwriting still sucks major ass and you can be sure that's a reason for his own fucking son to tease him.

Chongyun

‌Wakes and goes to sleep early, he can't really stay up late at all. It's a childhood habit he was never able to change and doesn't really think he has to.

‌As stated before Chongyun is a very awkward dad and your son is very shy. So as much as they see each other everyday they have trouble interacting properly.

‌The exorcist still has no idea how to handle children but it's desperately trying to learn, he loves his son so much!!

‌Your little boy knows that, it's easy to know as his father kinda wears his emotions on his sleeves. However he thinks his dad is really cool and gets overwhelmed before he actually utters any words.

‌You kinda have to pitch in so both will feel comfortable and realize they were just overthinking.

‌Everyday before training starts Chongyun shares one of his special popsicles with the kid. They kinda sit there in comfortable silence before the older one rests his hand on the little one's head. Very cute ♥.

‌Shenhe visits you every now and then, she loves playing with your son and he loves her just as much!

[aceontheline]

Love is in Bloom (Botanical Gardens: Part 14)

York, after spending so much time with Mass, decided to pay Florida a visit solo. He sauntered over to the Southeast state's room with only his pants & beanie on. He knocked on the door, leaving Florida a drooling mess over him. Florida greeted York with a smile and a wandering gaze. York smirked at him, pulling him close. From the increasing heartrate that York was exhibiting, he could tell that there was still something there for Florida. Florida led York into his room and laid down in bed with him, cuddling closely upon hitting the bed from a more comfortable position. Florida took York's beanie off, wiping the sweat from the Empire State's furrowing brow. York smiled softly, kissing Florida's forehead in return. Florida nuzzled into his lover's chest deeply, listening to his oddly calming and rhythmic heartbeat. York felt an immense closeness with Florida in this moment that he had never felt with anyone else before. He rubbed his hand along Florida's back, gently caressing him. Florida sighed contentedly, pressing his skull lightly into York's cheek.

"Hey, what're you doin' there, ya dork?" York teased, rustling up Florida's hair. The Orange Blossom gave him that look with the smile & scrunched up nose. His heart grew warm.

"I'm just messin' with ya, Yorkie!" Florida replied, his tone still warm and happy.

York smiled warmly in reply. He looked at the Sunshine state with such a warmth that no one else had received from him, maybe other than family. York kissed Florida's lips softly, to which the lover reciprocated. They kissed for a little while, before pulling away and just enjoying each other's company in bed for a bit. After some time had passed, York's phone buzzed. It was Mass, asking where he was. York asked if it was okay for Mass to join them. Florida perked up. "Hell yeah. It's been a while since Mays has lurked around here" Florida said. York texted Mass that it was okay to swing by, so Mass came around. He knocked gently on Florida's door and joined the two. He laid on York's left side and Florida on the right. York directly in the center, was staring at them two and the ceiling interchangeably. The three of them were talking about almost nothing for a little while, before the two fell asleep on York. York sighed heavily, stroking either of their heads.

York looked at his phone after a bit, seeming to be waiting for something. Anything from his mom, or anyone from his family. Eventually, he did get just that. A long winded text from the family group chat, explaining that York and a few other family members were invited to visit his grandmother's grave and to bring something for her. York agreed to bring some roses and a candle for her gravestone, to make it look nice. The family seemed to love the idea, reminiscing about how much his grandmother loved to see roses growing in those botanical gardens she used to visit from time to time. Those memories made York smile in a bittersweet way, his eyes becoming misty again. His chest rose and sunk pretty quickly. Florida was the first to notice, looking at York with a concerned expression.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong, Yorkie?" Florida asked, stroking York's hair.

"Just... Talkin' about visiting my Nonna's grave. It's already been a lil' while, and I talked about bringin' some roses & a nice candle for it" York replied grimly.

"Ah, I see. Well, you're doing a lovely thing for her, Yorkie. I wish I got to meet her" Florida stated, making York smile a little more.

"You woulda loved her, Orange Blossom. She had this 'Take no shit' attitude that you woulda found hysterical" York responded, laughing a little.

Florida assured York that he was sure that she was a lovely woman. York nodded in agreement, starting to cry. "I miss her so much" York said, in between sniffles. "I know. It's okay" Florida replied, stroking York's back. Mass woke up and saw Florida holding onto York & him crying. He didn't even need to ask what was going on. He already knew this was about York's grandmother. Mass went up to his lover and hugged him close. "You're alright, Empire. We've got you" Mass said softly. York smiled a little at that nickname. He was just happy as he was to be this close to both his lovers in this moment. York eventually grew tired and they all slept in bed together.

York was the first to wake up, yawning and stretching slightly. He saw his lovers still asleep and went to the kitchen. He made a nice meal for the three of them to share and went back to Florida's room. Mass and Florida woke up to the delicious aroma of some more Italian based cuisine mixed with seafood. The three men enjoyed their meal together and then watched a movie together. York in the middle of the two once more, forming a cuddle pile of sorts. They were mainly soaking in each other's auras/vibes and enjoying the company. York eventually got shooed away because of a phone call from his mother incoming. She was calling to ask when would be a good time for York to come around to visit. "Next week on Monday, probably" he murmured. She agreed to this, penciling in the date. She also asked if York's lover would be coming... Shit. How did she know?

York asked how she knew about his "lovers". She scoffed, explaining that it was almost a sense of "mother's intuition". Plus, she had seen their wide array of shenanigans going on over the local news and all. York sighed and stated that she would maybe meet them at a less sensitive time, with her agreeing to said sentiment. They talked for a little bit longer and then hung up after about 10-15 minutes. York strolled back into the room, explaining that he was discussing with his mother... When the two other men would meet with her. They asked if she was really okay with two men being his lovers.

"I even asked her that myself. She basically said, 'York, as long as you're happy and healthy, I don't care who ya' love'. I can respect that" York replied.

"Yeah. Your mom sounds pretty chill! Can't wait to meet her" Florida said excitedly.

"Then how's next week on Monday sound? Over dinner?" York asked.

Mass and Florida agreed to this arrangement. They all finished watching the movie, then went up to each of their respective rooms. York shut the door firmly to his room. He, then, got a text from... Gov, of all people. Gov stated that he wanted to talk to York about something but didn't get into specifics. York simply asked for Gov to come to his room if it was urgent.

After about 5 minutes of silence, there was a knock on his door. "That was fast" York thought to himself, answering the door. It was indeed Gov. In his hands, he held a small gift for York. It wasn't too much, but he just wanted to show York that he was open to talk. York opened the gift. A bottle of rather expensive looking cologne, and a scent that he liked as well. York smirked, gesturing for Gov to come in. Gov wandered into York's room, sitting on the edge of the bed. He asked York how he was doing since his grandmother's passing.

"Oh, I'm doing okay. Mostly. I'm visiting her grave soon, so that'll be big for me" York stated matter of factly.

"You sure you're alright? I've noticed your somewhat erratic behavior. Making meals late at night, pacing back and forth, getting misty eyed quite frequently... You know you're okay to talk to me too, right?" Gov asked.

"... I know. And yeah, I won't lie, it's been hard. Hence why I said 'okay' and not like 'great' or 'perfect'. It's been a slow process and it'll be that for a while now. But I've got my friends and my boys. I'll be alright" York responded.

Gov did something he rarely does with anyone. He, first, asked if it was okay to hug York. York looked stunned, but just said it was fine to do so. Gov softly hugged York, with the Empire State slowly pulling him in for a stronger hug. York started to cry again. "It's okay. We're all here for you" Gov reassured him, stroking his hand on York's back. The two stood like that for a while, before York said Gov could go now. They separated, then York flopped down onto his bed. As weird as it was to admit, that emotional release with Gov felt sort of... Good. He relished in that briefly before distracting himself with YouTube videos then going to bed.

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[marvelfanfics1]

Hi! I love your writing! Can you write another chapter of Her World where maybe Wanda brings Vision back to life like in the show and he’s the daddy! He’s like the fun parent who sneaks us candy and buys lots of toys? Lots of fluff and babying please! Thank you!

Completed

(GIFs not mine)

Her World AU

Pairing: Dark!soft!mommy!Wanda x little!reader x daddy!Vision

Warnings: dark!Wanda, forced age regression, mind controlling, manipulation, fluff

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Wanda was happy. She had you and everything is perfectly like she wants it to be. You as her baby and safe.

But something is still missing and it didn't take Wanda long to figure out what it was.

Vision.

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When you woke up you could hear whispering near you and slowly opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep away, and noticed someone standing next to your crib.

"Mommy?" you questioned yawning.

"I'm here, baby" she cooed and placed her hand on your back to help you sit up in the crib. "Look who's here"

She looked to the side and you did the same seeing someone else standing by the door. You know that person from somewhere but you just couldn't remember, your mind still hazy from just waking up.

Wanda saw your puzzled face and caressed the side of your face. Your skin started to tickle where she touched you and you shook your head when you felt it sting in your head.

She took her hand away and waited for you to open your eyes again. When you did you smiled brightly holding your arms out.

"Daddy!" Wanda smiled brightly and waved Vision over to her.

"Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" he asked and you nod while he lifted you off the crib, setting you on his hip and grabbing your stuffie, handing it to you.

Wanda took in the scene before her and had to hold back tears when she saw you kissing Vision on his cheek.

"I think it's time for someones feed, isn't it?" he chuckled when you started to suck on your stuffies ear and nodded enthusiastically. "Well, good for you, your Daddy prepared you a bottle that's waiting for you in the living room."

He started to walk out with you but stopped, turning back to Wanda.

"You coming, darling?" he asked and she made her way over to you both, tickling your side a little, making you giggle and squirm in Vision's arms.

Arriving in the living room, Vision sat down on the sofa and Wanda handed him your morning bottle and sat down next to him, moving your legs over hers, watching Vision interacting with you.

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Vision is a fun daddy, often trying to talk Wanda out of bringing you to bed and wanting to enjoy playing or cuddling with you a little more.

He sometimes even secretly hands you some candy but watches that you don't eat too much being the protective and responsible daddy he is.

One day he went to a library and randomly found a book about Age Regression and took it home without a second thought, often reading through it before he goes to bed, throughout the day, or sometimes while watching you.

"Isn't that interesting, little one?" he would ask after reading an interesting fact out loud to you, only getting some babbling back as a response. "Yeah, I agree."

Before he goes to work he would always give you a forehead kiss, telling you that maybe when you were good for Mommy he would have a little surprise for you, which would be new stuffies, pacis, or candy.

"Vision, she gets her feed soon and will have a tummy ache if you continue sneaking her sweets." Wanda scolded when she caught him handing you some chocolate.

"Don't you worry darling, I'm being careful about that and our little girl is strong, aren't you? Yes, you are." Vision cooed nuzzling your nose with his and Wanda just shook her head smiling, she really couldn't be happier.

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[kookznoona]

Make A Mess ||Oneshot|| Jeon Jungkook SMUT

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Boyfriend!Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader

Description: (read the 'Anonymous asked' Request Prompt)

Word Count: 1.2 K

Summary: It's been days. You're Horny.

Anonymous Asked:

soft domjk x oc. she’s on her ovulating days and constantly keeps getting wet. They both are lying on the bed, she is on his lap straddling him, sleeping on his chest. jk is scrolling on his phone. When he feels her wet in her panties. He doesn't miss the chance to tease her and touch her while babying her to the extreme until she sqeaks. A jungkook one pleaaaaaaaaaaaase.

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Jungkook has always been the shy yet bold boyfriend.

He's reserved but is at his best at all times. You couldn't have ever imagined your sex life more exciting than this, there's simply no room for boredom.

You hadn't played with your pussy for a long time now.

Today was day three. And it feels like it has been almost a month since you've orgasmed. Earlier, it wasn't a huge deal to go a day or two without it, but Jungkook spoils you with his touch everytime the both of you are alone, making it impossible to endure for so long. It was never the same room or the same piece of furniture. He knew you too well, he didn't take too much time to gauge your likes and dislikes in the bedroom. He knew exactly what makes you whimper and scream. How to edge you and tease your pussy lips in an irresistible manner making you crave for more and more every time.

It had been 144 Hours, you craved his fingers inside your wet hole. You close your eyes imagining how your tight walls clenching tightly around his fingers felt. You whine, feeling your pussy clench around thin air, wanting nothing more than being filled. It frustrates you.

Jungkook laid out the rules right at the beginning, only 3 rules. No touching yourself, using the safeword whenever it felt more harm than good and always saying an 'I love you, Daddy' after an argument even if you're still angry.

Jungkook opened the door with his keys. You jumped and internally did your victory dance. He's Back.

"Baby, I'm home" he says

"Hiee, I missed you" you peck his cheek

"Babe, I'm taking a shower, then, we'll cuddle" he says

"Kay" you reply

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Jungkook jumped on to the bed and gave you a back hug while you were lying down. Practically spooning you

"Hi baby" he says

"Hi Kook, how was your day?"

"It was good, today was not so hectic and less tiring than yesterday, so overall, it was pretty good"

"That's nice to hear" you reply back, facing the other side

"Baby, turn towards me, I wanna see you"

You turn and gaze at him. He was just in his boxers, scrolling his phone casually, his wet hair covering most of his forehead, his eyebrows creased with thought a faint blush unlike yours on his cheeks. You're unable to hold yourself and place a kiss on his lips. He further pulls you in his embrace and you place your head over his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Your body warms up even more with the closeness. You whine with the need of getting filled up, images of Jungkook pounding into you clouding your mind and you let out a soft moan. This does not go unnoticed by him.

"Baby wassup?" He asks in his raspy voice, still scrolling his phone.

"Nothing" you say and nuzzle in his chest. He then cheekily slips his leg between your thighs and playfully spanks you, making you whimper. And that's when he feels it. He feels the wetness of your pussy on his leg.

He caresses your red cheeks, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Baby, tell me, why're you pouting so much?"

"I- uhm- well- I thought maybe- we could"

And that's when he presses his thigh against your cunt, making you automatically grind against him.

"Daddy- pweasee"

"So my puppy was needy, hmm? I can feel your wetness on my thigh little one, such a dirty little girl"

You simply moan back overwhelmed

"Those panties are soaked right now, let's take them off, princess" he says, pulling off your underwear.

He later begins to tease your folds with his fingers. He knows you too well and that you're a pathetic whore at his fingers mercy. Tattooed and Skillful. He can find your sweet spot easily just with a curl of his index and middle finger. Just then, he collects your juices and prods one of his fingers inside of you

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Such a needy slut I have here, needing Daddy's cock every moment cause your greedy little hole just can't get enough, did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone?"

"N-no Daddy"

"So it's been days now, hmm? How many days has it been?" He asks applying more pressure

"Ahh- Daddy- mmh"

"Answer me kitten, or are you too dumb to answer?"

"Want cock Daddy, please gimme y'r Cock"

"Such a dumb baby, can't think of anything except Daddy's cock"

Jungkook pulls his thigh away from your body, watching your eyes fill with tears with frustration and your fists punch the pillow.

"Behave doll"

"D-daddy I promise- I didn't touch myself- I've been good, I just wanna cum on your cock so hard"

"Alright, since you've been good, and good girls get rewarded, but on one condition- Not a single sound should leave those pretty lips"

You simply frown at his words, it's impossible and he knows it. He loves to hear you and you can't help but be vocal during sex, it's impossible to keep quiet. Why was he giving you such a cruel punishment? You didn't know. But you knew better than to argue and get denied.

The outline of his cock through his boxers looks absolutely mouthwatering, the ache between your legs grows tenfold.

Your eyes gleam at his words "Daddy" you squeal in happiness while hugging him and pressing your lips against his to share a passionate kiss.

"Princess, ride me"

You immediately pull off his boxers and ask for permission to sit on his dick feeling ever so horny and needy. He nods and you sit on him, moaning aloud, feeling the most filled up. And that's when he spanks you for misbehaving.

"Forgot the rules already, such a dumb slut"

"Daddy, please"

"Please what?" He asks cocking an eyebrow and lightly slapping your clit

"Ple-ase lemme cum"

"Look at you, you're the one on top, yet I'm in control, I own you babygirl" he growls, sending shivers down your spine. He gently pushes his thumb in your mouth which you automatically suck on.

You hurriedly grind your clit against him while his cock hits against your g-spot repeatedly making your legs shake with pleasure.

"Slow down, not yet, doll. No cumming" he says sternly while holding your hips trying to slow you down

You let out a loud whine and shake your head furiously, "N-no D-daddy I want it" you say, rocking back and forth. Eyes rolling at the back of your head, in a flash you cum all over him. Your thick essence coating his balls and the sheets. You seem to be cumming for an eternity. He growls at the sight, your pussy fluttering around his cock while it leaks more and more cum ruining the sheets.

"Damn babygirl, you're getting really disobedient, you really want to feel filled up and make a mess that bad huh?"

"M'sorry D-daddy" you say, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment, you really couldn't help it, you needed it.

You cover your face with your hands feeling shy. Jungkook is quick to push your hands off your face and place a gentle kiss on your forehead

"If that's the case, there's no stopping baby" he says flipping you

"Mhhmph D-addy"

"Let's see how many times you can make a mess on Daddy's cock tonight"

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Successful mission || Ada Wong x female/non-male reader

Warnings: fluff & a little cursing

(remind me if I missed any)

- Resident evil 2: masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

We made it. Both of us.

Ada and me managed to escape out of the Umbrella Laboratory, before it could entirely explode and collapse with us.

We fought our way out of it, through groups of zombies and running for our damn life. For a second I thought it would be the end for me, but with Ada on my side I knew we would be able to successfully complete this mission.

And now finally we’re back outside, seeing the daylight again. Not being surrounded by monsters or being on the edge of dying.

I immediately breathed in the natural air, as soon as we took a step out of this hell of a place. And still not believing we actually are standing here. Alive.

I looked to my right, seeing Ada had her eyelids closed. She enjoyed every single breeze hitting her face, while a smile formed on her face.

“You know staring is rude.”

I scoffed, playfully rolling my eyes. “I’m just admiring your beauty, that’s all.”

The small laugh she let out afterwards, send straight up butterflies to my stomach. We’ve known each other for such a long time now, but she still got this hold on me.

“I mean it Ada. You must be the most stunning person I’ve ever met.” She glanced at me with a soft and lovingly expression, shaking her head.

“You’re only saying that to make me feel better after what we’ve been through.”, “Absolutely not! I’ve always seen you like this. And I’ve always felt a different kind of way for you.”, I replied, afterwards realizing what I just confessed to.

The next minute was completely silent. No one said a word. It felt fucking awkward and uncomfortable being near her right now. And it felt so long, till she decided to speak up.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Y/N?”

I let out a breath, I didn’t notice I held in the whole time, as she walked in front of me. There’s no way to avoid looking back at her.

“Ada… how can I not like you? You’re someone, everybody dreams of, having. You’re fucking perfect and even though you might not feel the same, I do not regret telling you-“

I suddenly felt soft lips being pressed against my own, shutting me up. My eyes widened, as I was too slow to react. I had no chance of returning the kiss. She already pulled away.

“I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have kissed you like th-“ I quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back in, so she wouldn’t be able to finish her sentence.

I felt her smiling into the kiss, while she placed her hands on my face. They are warm and comforting.

“I like you too, dumbass.”, she mumbled against my lips, her thumbs caressing my cheeks. “I figured out.”, I whispered back.

After a while we broke apart, to catch our breath. Our foreheads being pressed together, hands interacted.

“You know, I was the first one thinking you wouldn’t have a crush on me.”

“What?! How comes? I thought I made it pretty obvious, to be honest. Plus I had the exact same thoughts about you, keeping me away from telling you.”, I exclaimed.

We both fell into laughter, when I started to kiss down her jawline. But our moment got interrupted by an helicopter flying above us.

“Man, I totally forget about them!”, I yelled over the loudness. “Me too! And I was the one who called our team!”

They threw down the usual rope ladder, as I looked down at Ada’s shoes. “As much as I like seeing you in that dress and heels, you won’t be able to climb up there. I know you can run and fight with them on, but you should definitely take them off!”

“The entire outfit or what?!”, she joked. “No! I meant the shoes, even if I wouldn’t mind tha-“

“Save those words for later!”, she chimed in and began to get up the ladder. I followed after her, not being able to get rid of my big smile.

As soon as we entered the helicopter and got greeted such as congratulated by everybody, we plopped exhaustingly down onto the seats, as Ada cuddled up into me.

“I love the soft side of Ada.”, I chuckled.

“Oh shut up…”, she muttered, hiding her red face in my neck.

[siyooungi]

hi! i love your writings!! can i request jiu x fem!reader where reader is in bed trying to sleep because jiu was working late hours and then suddenly jiu comes in their bedroom and cuddles with reader? thank you ❤️

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

Idol: Kim Minji (Dreamcatcher)

Warning(s): None!

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much, i’m glad~

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It was getting pretty late and as much as you wanted to wait up for Jiu, you were getting pretty tired. You didn’t expect her to work late tonight and neither did she, so she wasn’t able to let you know ahead of time. She couldn’t even send a text when the news were given to her because she had been working nonstop.

Sighing, you lifted the covers and climbed under them. The least you could do was sleep it off, considering you had no idea when exactly she’d be home. So, you turned off the light from the bedside lamp and laid on your side, trying to get comfortable. You closed your eyes, hoping sleep would overcome eventually, but it didn’t. The spot behind you was too obvious and… empty.

Despite being exhausted, you just couldn’t seem to sleep. Either way, you kept your eyes closed and due to you being so focused on falling asleep, you didn’t even hear the front door opening and closing. As soon as sleep was finally washing over you, there was a creak heard from the bedroom door. It wasn’t loud, if anything it was damn near unnoticeable.

There was a sudden dip in the bed, causing you to open your eyes. Before you could react, you felt an arm drape over your waist. You instantly recognized the touch and relaxed. It was Minji, of course.

She was reasonably tired and she felt like she was being rewarded by just being able to hold you in her arms. She intended on falling asleep along with you, hoping you wouldn’t wake up, but then she felt you stir.

“I’m sorry for waking you..” She spoke softly, her voice making you smile and turn over to face her. Although you couldn’t see her perfectly, the dim streetlight’s glow casted through the window shined on her, allowing you to see her smile. The smile you adored so much.

“No worries, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re home.” You responded quietly, your smile never leaving your face and neither did hers. She caressed your side as you spoke and it put you at ease. You placed your hand on her cheek and caressed it with your thumb, causing her to let out a chuckle.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” She stated as she rolled her eyes playfully to emphasize. Now it was your turn to laugh softly. “Oh yeah?” You asked as you shifted closer. Jiu nodded and hummed as she brought her face closer to yours and connected your lips. You giggled against her lips, causing her to smile in between the kiss.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that. I have too, trust me.” You admitted against her lips before pulling back slightly. “I missed you so much.” You stated, only further causing her smile to widen at your words. “I missed you so much more.” She confessed before landing a quick few kisses on your cheek, forehead, nose and finally your lips, causing you to giggle at her antics.

Her long days at work all seemed worth it when she got to come home to this every single night. Usually, after work you’d always end up staying up a little while just to have talks, but you both were exhausted. After noticing how tired you really were, Jiu laid back and invited you into her arms, allowing you to rest your head on your chest.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” She whispered as she watched your eyes close once again, caressing your hair. You mumbled a ‘sweet dreams’ in return, causing her to giggle. She smiled fondly before placing a kiss on your head and closing her eyes, feeling content.

[ellana-ravenwood]

“You’re not my real mom !” - Batkids x Fem!Reader (Batmom)

Synopsis : A story about those few dreaded words : “You’re not my real mom”, said by the batkids, to you, in a the heat of a moment. And the aftermath of it all... 

This has been in my draft for ages. I hope you like it :) : 

my masterlists : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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DICK 

It happened so fast. In a quick moment of anger. 

A flash, a bang, words said too quickly to truly realize their meaning. 

Dick was frustrated because he felt you didn’t understand him, his point of view. And you were trying to explain to him that it was not okay to...

You know what ? 

You couldn’t even remember what he did. As if whatever it was, it was all wiped out of your memory when he pronounced those bone chilling words. 

You only remembered you were “scolding” him, just like parents do when their child did something he wasn’t supposed to. You rarely told Dick off, even when he would burst into fits of anger. 

You always told him : “When you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son, I love all of you.” 

And you meant it. Often, you or Bruce would take the brunt of his anger, without batting an eye. After all, that child went through a lot. It was totally normal for him to lash out at times. 

He saw his parents died right in front of him. It wasn’t a trauma that would be solved that fast (Bruce was proof of it). “The magic of love” couldn't simply cure someone who was so deeply hurt. Although it helped, over time. 

Yes. Time. 

It would take time, and support, for Dick to heal. And you were here for it. Here for him. 

But there were times, you had to say something. 

Usually, it was when he was being too reckless. 

Your son could be overzealous, and go too far. And you were so worried about his safety and wellbeing...Very rarely, you’d have to “scold” him. 

And you couldn’t even remember what you were lecturing him about that evening (even if you had an idea it was about being a little more careful). All you remembered was...

“You’re not even my real mom ! You can’t tell me anything !” 

And him turning away from you, crossing his arms and refusing to look your way. Which was good anyway, because you were an instant mess. 

“Ok”, you managed to say, wondering how the hell you were able to get the words out. And then you left. Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. And your heart slowly breaking. 

Bruce found you two later, both clearly feeling down... 

Dick stayed quiet the entire time they were on patrol, and Bruce instantly knew something was wrong. He wasn’t there during your fight, and he only arrived when you were already gone, surprised that you went to bed so early in the night, and didn’t stay with your son downstairs until it was time for patrol... 

The man didn’t push the boy, waiting for him to open up if he wanted to. And as usual, Dick did finally speak up. In a weak voice, as they were surveying the city from a rooftop, he said :

“I told her she wasn’t my real mom...” 

“Ah.” 

Bruce felt the urge to go back home and console you, knowing that you were certainly a mess, right now. But he had to take care of his boy, too. 

And oh, oh Dick looked so crestfallen and sad as the meaning of his words slowly etched into his mind. 

“I told her she wasn’t-she wasn’t-but she is I just-I-I don’t know why I said that-I...” 

The little one was on the verge of tears, and Bruce understood why. 

He probably understood more than anyone else. 

He told Alfred “You’re not my dad !” more than once, and remembered how even the stoic butler looked, whenever he said it. 

He remembered the hurt in his eyes, the resignation too. The “very well sir”, said in a neutral manner, but the stiff way he’d left the room. 

It took Bruce a while, to finally realize that Alfred WAS his father. That he raised him, most definitely. And was always there for him during the hard times. 

That he even helped and supported him, when he came back after disappearing for years, saying : “I’m going to dress up as a bat and wipe crimes from Gotham”. ...How many parents would be that understanding, eh ? 

Alfred knew Bruce. And always tried to do his best for him. So whenever Bruce would yell at him that he “wasn’t his father”, it hurt. 

Bruce knew it. He noticed how Alfred’s entire demeanor would change. He’d see a light go out in his eyes. 

“Very well, sir.”, a small bow, and the stiffness of his body as he left...

And Bruce remembered. 

The guilt and the pain he felt himself, as he regretted ever saying those words. As he knew they were going to hurt, which is why he said them in the first place.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt his adopted father, oh no. It was that sometimes he just...He just felt so angry ! Like everything was unfair ! And he missed his parents so much ! 

It was a force stronger than him, he wanted Alfred to leave him alone, and pushed him away...”You’re not my dad !”. So yes. Bruce understood little Dickie. He understood you, too. He knew how you must’ve felt, he saw it enough happening to Alfred. 

Once you’d get home, he would take care of you. But right now, he had to care for his son. 

Right here, on one of Gotham’s rooftop, the scary and mighty Batman slowly kneeled down, and took his boy in his arms, holding him tightly. 

Dick didn’t need more to throw his arms around his father’s shoulders, and hold him strongly too, with all his nine years old strength, sobbing slowly. 

Bruce drew soothing circles on his back, and whispered : 

“It’s ok, it’s going to be ok. It’s ok. Calm down, things are going to be ok.” 

Your husband lost count of the time passing. Were they there, holding each others while Dick was sobbing uncontrollably, for ten minutes, or for ten hours ? He didn’t know. And he didn’t budge.  

His son needed him. Just like once, he needed Alfred... 

Dick fell asleep in his arms, and that night, Bruce came home early. 

Not like he was going to stay out anyway, knowing you were probably devastated, all alone in your room... 

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Dick fell into a deep sleep, and didn’t budge one bit even as Bruce came down the building, rode home, and put him into bed. 

Bruce’s guess was that all the pent up feelings truly exhausted him. Also, he knew that crying could be tiring. And freeing, in a way. 

Putting the boy’s blanket all the way up to his chin, Bruce laid a kiss on his forehead and then rushed to your shared bedroom... 

You had cried too, but you were not asleep. 

Your eyes were puffy and red, and your cheeks marked with your tears. You seemed surprised, when he came in, and looked at the clock. 

It was only midnight ? 

“Hello, my love.” 

He sat down next to you, and from the way he ran his fingers through your hair, and caressed your cheek, wiping the salty tears from it...You knew he knew.

He knew how devastated you felt. How those simple words that would mean nothing for many, truly wounded you. 

He knew how much you loved that boy, how as soon as your eyes laid on his little face that terrible night he lost his parents, you felt like he was going to be your son one day. 

He knew how much you’d sacrifice for that kid’s happiness, how far you’d go to keep him safe...And so, how hurtful him telling you you weren’t his real mother must’ve felt.  

There was no need for words. 

He knew what to do. He laid next to you, and you just cuddled up to him, letting him wrap you up in his warm embrace. 

He drew those same soothing circles on your back than he did on Dick’s. And whispered : 

“He didn’t mean it. He truly didn’t. He loves you, you know. I love you too.” 

You fell asleep to his words of love and reassurance, finally letting go after hours of not being able to sleep, reenacting the terrible scene in your head over and over again, making yourself feel worst each times. 

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You woke up around 4 am, with Bruce’s arms wrapped around you.  

He was asleep and escaping his grasp (without Alfred’s help) took you a little bit..but you managed to leave without waking him up. 

He did groan a little at the loss of your warmth, and grabbed your pillow to hold it against his chest. Which was extremely cute, and oh how glad you were to be the only one to see this side of him. 

You went down to the kitchen and... 

Dick was coming from the other door, opposite to the one you took.

The kitchen had three access. Two doors facing each others, and one on the third wall. The door you took was because you got a little lost and did a detour through the drawing room. Dick, however, came from the door you should’ve come from too, which was the one you accessed from the West Wing third corridors, which was directly under your bedroom, and Dick’s. 

The boy probably stood up a little after you, and while you got lost in your own home (again), he took the normal way and...

Boom. Here you both were, arriving in the kitchen at the same time. 

There was a small silence. Awkward. And...

Your heart tightened. 

Dick was sort of cowering backward in fear. Fear of what ? 

Oh. But of course. 

“He didn’t mean it.” 

Bruce whispered to you many times, before you fell asleep. And the way Dick looked at you, worry in his eyes...He was thinking you were mad at him. And the regret in his pupils was as obvious as that fact. 

“Ice cream ?” 

You ask him. His eyes widen a bit, and you can almost see the gears in his brain trying to piece everything together. You’re...not mad at him ? 

Of course you’re not. You felt sad, and lost, and hurt, yes. But never did you feel any hint of anger. Of course not. 

You take out his favorite flavor from the freezer, and settle a bowl in front of one of the high stool around the counter. 

At that time, Dick was so tiny. A very short little bean. And he’d stay small for a long time, only having a sudden spurt when he was around fifteen. 

He climbed onto the stool, and watched you as you gave him some ice cream and a spoon, and then sat down next to him to eat some as well. 

The silent was slowly turning less awkward. 

Slowly, and unsurely, Dick picked his spoon up and looked at you. And completely missed his mouth, the ice cream spreading on his cheek instead. 

You turn around to look at him, ice cream on his cheek, and he’s clearly embarrassed, as a tint of color slowly rises on his face. 

You don’t really know why, but something snaps in you and you start laughing. And laughing. And laughing. 

Because honestly, the kid missing his mouth as he picked his spoon up full of ice cream, is kinda funny right ? And also, all the tension and stress you felt suddenly broke with this simple, silly thing. 

Unsure at first, Dick just looked at you. But your laughter quickly spread to him, and soon enough, you both were bursting out in laughter. 

Anyone not knowing what happened, would probably think you were both crazy, laughing that hard for no apparent reasons. 

Instinctually, you ruffle his hair and Dick gasps. You really weren’t mad at him ?!

You realized what you did, and slowly, both your laughter subsided. There was a small silence as Dick stared at you, and you stared back, and then : 

“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it !” 

He says in a small voice, and he can’t add anything else as you just pick him up and hold him tight against your heart, and you say : 

“I know.” 

And it’s all he needs to realize you’re not really mad at him, and although he messed up and hurt you, right now, you were both on the path of recovery... 

Next morning, Bruce woke up alone in bed, which greatly distressed him as usual (he often woke up first). But a gut feeling was telling him that...

He found you asleep with Dick in his bed, holding him tightly. 

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After that event, you sat down with him, so you could have a serious talk about the underlining issue this raised. Talk about something important. 

“Little bird, you know I love you, right ?” 

He nods, but still cannot speak quite yet, doesn’t have the energy to. 

“I want you to understand something. Something vital. Are you listening ?” 

He nods again, his eyes fixed on you. And he’s listening, oh he definitely is. 

“It’s ok to be angry. It’s ok to lash out. It’s ok to not be alright. It’s ok to make mistakes.” 

He nods, a little slower than before, and you can see his eyes slowly becoming wetter and wetter. 

“It’s ok. It really is. I’m here. And I love you. Even when you don’t want me around. Even when you push me away. I’m here. And I always will be. Ok ?” 

He nods one last time, unable to hold his tears, and then his little arms latch around you, and he refuses to let go for well over an hour...

Oh. Sweet, sweet boy. 

Your son. 

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Even now, at age twenty seven, Dick still often think about this day. And the regrets are as burning as they were back then. 

He often thought about it. 

Whenever you did something for him, went out of your way to make him happy, or were just there for him, always...

He’d have a flashback of this day, and feel nothing but regret and anger at his younger self. 

And then you’d read him like an open book. Know exactly what he was thinking, and would slowly shake your head, and say : “I know I often said that, but I will say it till the day I die if I need to :  when you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son. I love all of you. Even when you’re a little bit of a jerk.” and you’d wink at him, making him chuckle and feel a surge of affection toward you. 

Kind of like the ones you’d feel sometimes. A sudden urge to hug your family, to tell them what they mean to you. Both you and Dick understood since a long time that with the life you all lead, you never knew what could happen, and should never waste a “I love you” if you felt like saying it. 

Well, the apple never fall far from the tree ? 

Yes. Because you were his mom. And nothing would ever change his mind on that. Ever. 

JASON 

"Well Jason, you did it you idiot !” 

He says to himself in the mirror, and oh he could’ve punch himself if it was possible. He took his desk chair, and threw it across his bedroom, letting out a scream of frustration. 

He went to his desk, and threw everything that was on it on the floor. He then went to his book shelves and...

There. Your book. The one you wrote for him. 

Jason fell to his knee, holding his head in his hands, crying softly. 

Yes. Yes he did it...He ruined this one chance life gave him to have parents. 

He hurt one of the person that meant the most to him, one of the person he loved the most...His mom. You. 

Because you were his mom, no matter what he told you, in that moment of anger as you scolded him after he did something dangerous during one of his patrol. 

He hadn’t been allowed to go out for long, by then. And Bruce had already scolded him before for the very same thing, so when you did it too, he had enough and...it happened before he could think about it. 

He was angry, about the lack of trust and about the sermons, and his brain tried to hurt without even thinking about it. Triggered by years of living in the streets, where he had to think quick and act right away, and then suffer the consequences. If he wasn’t fast enough, it could be the end of him... 

A gut reaction triggered by years of being all on his own, having to fend for himself. His brain went into overdrive, “hurt” is what it set into motion. 

“You’re not my mom !” 

And that was it...

As he saw your face fell, and his father’s face turn angry, he knew. He knew he messed up. He messed everything up, as usual !

“Jason !” 

Bruce called, but Jason wasn’t about to stop. He ran out of the cave, right to his bedroom. Oh, oh but if only he stayed a little longer. He’d realize that his father wasn’t angry, just hurt as well. 

Hurt to see the woman he loved being hurt. 

Not angry. Ah but being in pain could sometimes look like you are mad ? And Bruce hadn't been able to hide his frown as he heard Jason’s words... 

“Let him be, Bruce.” 

You say in a weak voice. You knew Jason, you knew sometimes he needed to cool down on his own. That he could be impulsive, but always came around. 

Ah. But that time, he needed everything but to be alone. 

Because, as he thought he ruined his one chance at having a real family, he thought... 

“Better to leave before they throw me away !” 

He knew he could never bear to face you and Bruce, as you’d certainly tell him you were “un-adopting” him. Jason saw it happened before. Someone thinking their adopted kid was “too much”, and sending them back. 

It was awful, of course. But it happened. For real. And Jason knew that life could really suck...But her couldn’t bear to face you as you’d send him away. 

Worst, what if you just send Alfred and that was it ?

No. Jason would leave before you could do that. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t. 

Filling his backpack with some clothes, and snacks, he opened his window and slid down the gutter all the way to the ground, and then ran away into the night. Tears trailing down behind him, as he left behind the one place in which he ever felt safe, warm, and loved. 

In the meantime, you and Bruce were unaware of that, and slowly falling asleep in each others’ arms... As usual, Bruce was there for you. 

************

“Jason ? I thought I wouldn’t see you anymore after you got adopted by dem fancy fellas. Are you here to get some work ?” 

“No.” 

“Really, why did you come then ?” 

“I didn’t, I’m just passing by.” 

“Nah, don’t believe it. Once a bad boy, always a bad boy !” 

“TAKE IT BACK !” 

As he ran away, Jason went back to a place he thought he never would need to. A few intricate alleys, in the Bowery, under the main city. 

The Bowery, a filthy underground neighborhood, hell on Earth for many. Although things did improve when Batman started his work a few years back. 

“Wow there tiger, relax.” 

Jason came in this specific area for only one thing. Retrieve a few items he left behind, thinking he would never need it again because he was leaving behind this life. 

He had a hideout, not far. In which he hid some materials to survive in the streets. He thought he probably had to go back to stealing cars’ tires...Although maybe he should change it. Thinking of what happened last time he did this hurt his heart. 

He knew that next time he’d get caught stealing tires, the person wouldn’t end up adopting him...Anyway, he didn’t want any other parents but you and Bruce. 

And he messed that up so bad, by being so mean to you ! 

“Listen, it’s not because you got all fancy schmancy that you can talk to me like that. Remember who’s boss in this part of town.” 

Batman did a lot of good to the city, but also, by getting rid of some big players in the “crime business”, he allowed small time thugs to climb up the ladders...It felt, at times, like there always was someone to replace whoever Bruce just put behind bars... 

The man who was talking to Jason, used to be a small time criminal. Turned boss, when the Batman kept arresting all the people above him. Jason used to “work” for him, bringing him watches or jewelry that he’d exchange against cash. 

Damn. He never thought he’d ever see him again... Oh and he definitely didn’t think this through. 

As the new boss, who’s name was Johnny Clancy, told him that he’d forever be a “bad boy”, Jason saw red and...getting mad at a crime boss was a bad idea. 

Before he could even think about an escape plan, Jason was surrounded by dangerous armed men. 

“How dare you talk to me like that ? Mmm. The Waynes adopted you right ? Mmm. They’re loaded. Probably would pay a fortune to get you back uh ? And to think they’re gonna give me a lot of cash to get a little runaway brat back haha. Because that’s what you did right ? You ran away ? As you always did before mm ? You know, I observed you Jason Todd. I saw you run away from anyone getting close. I saw you.” 

Jason’s heart didn’t need anyone to push and squiggle the knife he felt in around some more. He had just lost his family. Did he need more reminder that he always fucked up ?! 

“They won’t give you any money, they don’t want me anymore...” 

But Johnny didn’t believe him, of course. He told two of his thugs to grab the boy, but Jason, by instinct, dropped them to the floor with a few well placed kicks and punches. 

And that was enough to unleash Johnny Clancy’s wrath.

See, he was a new boss. He had to assert dominance. And an eight years old kid making a fool of him and his gang ? That wouldn’t go. 

So what if he had to off a child ? Anything to keep climbing up, and leave the Bowery’s slums. 

************

“Have you seen Jason ?” 

Bruce asks you, a few hours after your fight with him. 

“What ? No, I thought he was with you ?”

“No, he skipped his training and I thought he might be with you, apologizing for what he said yesterday ? You know, sounds like something he would do.” 

“I haven’t seen him since, you know. I thought he was avoiding me...” 

“He would never.” 

“Bruce...” 

“He would never, my love. I know what he said hurt you, but I’m sure he’s regretting it right now. You should go see him, he’s probably sulking in his bedroom. I wouldn’t be surprised if you meet him up the stairs as he comes down to say sorry.” 

“Bruce...” 

Your husband comes to you, and takes your hands in his. 

“You know him. He’s impulsive, and a little abrasive sometimes. But he’s a sweet child. And he regrets his bursts, you know it. Tonight was just tough, we both scolded him, he’s not used to it.” 

“You’re right.” 

“Of course I am, I’m-”

“I swear to God if you say “I’m Batman” I’m going to smack you.” 

Bruce smiles softly at you, glad he managed to at least made the tension go away a little. He pecks your lips quickly, and watches you as you leave to go to your son’s bedroom. 

He was about to go down the Batcave, when you came back, panicked : 

“He’s gone ! Jason’s gone !” 

Ah. Bruce knew that placing a tracker in his children’s molars was a good idea. 

************

“HOW HARD IS IT TO CATCH A FUCKING KID ?!” 

Jason runs as fast as he can, without looking back. He managed to break the line of thugs coming at him, and escape in-between to of them who didn’t pull their guns out quite yet. 

They were shooting at him. With no hesitation. 

Johnny was set on proving he was an unscrupulous boss. To earn everyone’s respect. So what if he had to shoot a kid ? It’d send everyone a message. He’d back off from nothing ! 

Jason turned in an alley and...Damn it ! He must’ve taken a wrong turn at some point, it had been a while, since he roamed the Bowery’s alleyways...

He was faced by a wall, stuck. And they quickly caught up to him. 

“Wooouh, you’re fast kid. And you’re sneaky. Too bad you’re such a brat, I bet you could be a nice addition to our-”

Johnny Clancy never finished his sentence. In fact, he never could properly speak after that night. After getting his jaw broken into a thousand pieces by the Batman’s fist. 

Bruce had come down from nowhere, with...you in his arms ?! 

This was the first time Jason saw you wear the costume he saw a few times in the Batcave. He thought you wore it only to go to the JLA’s watchtower, to hide your identity. Not that you could actually...fight ?! 

And wow, you definitely could hold your own ! You made a few disarming pass, taking the guns away from all the men before they could even react, and letting Bruce finish them off with well placed kicks and punches. 

Oh and that night, the Batman unleashed his rage and unforgiveness full force. How dare they touch his son ?! 

You didn’t have anything to envy from your husband either, however, as you worked through Johnny’s gang rather fast too. 

That night, the both of you exterminated (figure of speech, of course, neither of you ever killed, that was the one big rule...but there were never a rule against breaking a few bones) Johnny Clancy’s gang, who dared to even think of hurting your precious son. 

Jason, holding his backpack tight against him, couldn’t believe his eyes. You two came to save him ? But...why ? 

He messed up. You’d surely not want him around anymore ! 

Once Bruce dropped the last man, you rushed to Jason and before he could utter a sound, took him in your arms. 

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re safe baby, I’m so glad you’re...” 

Your voice broke at the end, and you chocked, the emotions too strong and squeezing your throat. 

Jason didn’t understand. And through his surprise, he managed to say : 

“I thought-I thought you’d never want to see me again, and that you wouldn’t want to be my mom anymore.” 

You hold him even tighter, as you feel Bruce get down on his knee and bring the both of you in his arms. 

“Oh sweety, never. Never.” 

You say, not letting go. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” 

Your son manage to choke out, before sobbing profusely and holding on to you and Bruce. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe...it’s ok, it’s ok it’s already forgotten...” 

And it was. As soon as you saw that Jason-That your SON, was missing, you forgot he ever told you “you’re not my mom”. You forgot and it truly didn’t matter anymore, as all you cared about was to find him, and make sure he was safe. 

“Jason, oh my little Jason, I’m so glad you’re safe...”

Wether it is a conscious things or not, he returns your embrace fiercely, holding tightly as he looks up at you. It almost feels like he wants to make sure you really are there. And won’t go anywhere. Like everyone else did in his life. 

Jason was tired of losing those close to him. Those he cared about. Sometimes, he’d push them away, by fear of getting attached again just for life to rip them away from him. So he held onto you, as you held him back. 

Tightly against your heart. 

“Mom...” 

This was the day Jason Todd realized something very important : He wasn’t alone anymore. He had parents who loved him, and he loved them back. 

So much. 

And they’d never let him go. Never. 

************

Years later, this love he had for you and Bruce, turned out to be the very reason he became “Red Hood”. 

From that day he told you : “you’re not my real mom !”, he felt like he belonged. Like finally, the people he loved loved him back. Like he was cherished. And then Bruce didn’t avenge him. He let Joker get away. And you let him do it. You, the people he trusted and loved most in the world, betrayed him...

He felt like he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth Bruce breaking his one rule to avenge him. He wasn’t worth it...He didn’t matter enough. 

Jason felt so angry. For years. He wanted to hurt you, to hurt Bruce. To show you what it felt like. What HE felt like. 

But Jason has always been a strong one. You knew it. You told him enough times : “you’re a fighter, my Jason. You went through so much, and always came out of it. You lost a lot on the way my little one, but you never give up. You never give up...” 

You never give up. 

Love. 

It’s what drove him to become the Red Hood. It’s what drove him over the edge. What gave him so much pain. 

Rather, the feeling of not being loved. The thought all you and Bruce said to him, about how much you cared and loved him, was a lie. 

Yes. The thought that you lied about loving him, is what broke him. What made him find every way possible to truly, truly hurt you two.

You never give up. 

He was so angry. But he never could quite give up on his family...that’s why he didn’t stay with the Al’ghuls. That why they didn’t keep him. 

He could never forget you and Bruce. Move on. 

He could never. 

Jason was a strong lad. Strong enough to see past his hate and need of revenge. His pain. His deep trauma. 

It took a while. But the change came from him. He’s the one that gave you another chance. And it allowed him to realize...nothing was a lie.

And you got your son back.

Because you showed him. You showed him nothing was a lie.

When his dad never gave up on him even as he killed more and more people, and even as Jason saw him completely erase people who used to be close from him as soon as they killed once. When you refused to let him go. When Bruce kept going back, even as he knew Jason would fight him and try to hurt him. When you pleaded with him, even when you knew his answer would be the same... 

Jason never gave up. 

But you didn’t either. 

“You’re not my mom”, are words he never meant. Not even once. Not even when he was the “old” Red Hood, the one that killed mercilessly any criminals, and that was trying to be exactly what Batman wasn’t. 

“You’re not my mom”, even at his worst, at a time he suffered greatly, Jason never meant it. He never did. 

And ultimately, it’s this filial love, and the love you and Bruce had for him, that brought him back out of the dark pit the Joker pushed him in...

TIM 

Tim knew that his overly pragmatic mind sometimes could make him sound tactless. That he had trouble, sometimes, expressing himself properly. 

He knew that what he said, although it could be the factual truth, could be perceived as not being very nice... 

He knew, yet sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. 

“But you’re not my mom.” 

He told you that day, as you asked when was the “mother/child day” at school. 

Tim’s school had a day each year, during which every mother would come and do different activities with their kids. You did it with Dick and Jason, and it was always great fun, and amazing bonding time. 

By then, Tim had been with you and Bruce for over a year now. And he did, see you as his mom. However, he was a little too set, at the time, on rules and specifics. In the “mother/child day” rulebook, it “specifically” said that the actual child’s mother had to come, not the nanny or anyone else. 

In Tim’s mind, although he did see you as his mom, he thought the school wouldn’t. For him, the way the rules were written, were clearly stating his birth mother had to come. And the official adoption papers were not processed yet. Those took quite a while. 

He had been living with you for over a year. He called you and Bruce “mom and dad”. He truly considered you two his parents. But the official papers were not done quite yet. So to him, in the eye of the law (be it a silly school rule), you weren’t his mom quite yet. 

So when he said : “but you’re not my mom”, that’s what he meant. Of course, you misunderstood...

How could you guess that Tim was thinking that only his “birth mother” could take him, because officially right now he didn’t have a mom, just “guardians”...

His mother was dead. Has been dead for a while, now. And even if she wasn’t, Tim knew she’d never come at this event...She wasn’t the caring type of mother. Not like you. Which is why it really bummed him out that those rules were so clearly stated like that !

What Tim misunderstood, is that this specific rule had been added to the rulebook because many family would send their nanny, or a big sister, instead of the mom. Because Tim was of course in Gotham’s Academy, full of rich families, in which the moms were very busy...

Which is why such a day existed. Some kids spend quality times with their mom only on this school day. Nowadays, everyone made an effort to come (the fact you appeared, the famed (Y/N) Wayne, a few years back, with Dick, and it made all the papers’ headlines, might’ve influenced others to participate too).

To tell the truth, Tim was very disappointed that you couldn’t go with him, and was considering asking the principle of the school to do an exception to the rule and allow you to go with him.  

He was already fomenting a plan in his head to convince the headmaster to let you come as his mom, and as usual when he was planning things out, he completely disconnected from reality. 

And therefor, didn’t see how your face “closed”, and your eyes turned sad. The boy was typing away on his computer, as if nothing had just happened, as if you didn’t feel your world crumble as he flat out told you you weren’t his mom...

Of course, it was all a misunderstanding. He meant it as “officially”. Not about his actual feelings. 

For some reason, the way he said it so nonchalantly hurts you more than when Dick and Jason yelled at you that you “weren't their mom”. Because at least, in your eldests’ cases, you knew it was in the heat of the moment. 

That it was because they felt frustrated and sad. 

But Tim just told you : “But you’re not my mom.” matter of factly, and moved on. And it hurt. 

It hurt so much, because that boy...You loved that boy, of course. And considered him your son for sure. Part of your heart, now. Part of your family. And he felt so far, right now...so far... 

You left the room and he didn’t even notice. 

Did he really not see you as his mom ? Was he just calling you “mom” to imitate his brothers ? ...You didn’t know, but it hurt. 

It hurt so much. 

************

You found Bruce in his office, doing some paperworks for Wayne Inc. When he saw your face, he immediately smiled, your presence lighting his whole world...But then he saw your expression, and he frowned. 

“What happened ?” 

************

“Mom ? MooOOooom ?” 

Tim had been looking for you for the past hour, but wasn’t able to find you. You weren't in all your favorite places ! Did you leave the Manor without telling him ? It was unlike you. 

Finally, he found you. You were in a room that was rarely used, but which was conveniently close to Bruce’s office, and had a couch. 

Laying on top of your husband, you were fast asleep as Bruce was going through his paperworks, letting you holding onto his waist as he kept working. 

When he saw the boy come in the room, he smiled at him. And it was hard, not to smile at Tim, seeing his own big wide smile. 

Tim was missing a few teeth, that fell not long ago, and it was absolutely the cutest, when he smiled widely. He looked so happy, eyes sparkly and genuine smile. It felt wrong to Bruce, to think that this sweet boy didn’t see you as his mom...

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding ? Wouldn’t be the first time. Although, Bruce knew how sometimes Tim could be brutally honest, and say the facts in a matter of factly way that could be very harsh on the uninitiated. 

Your son was holding a cardboard sheet almost as big as him, and looked very excited about something. He slowly approached you two, and said, whispering, yet the excitement was clear in his voice : 

“Has she been asleep for long, dad ?!” 

He called Bruce dad. Without an hesitation. And it felt so genuine. Like he was relishing in the word rolling off of his tongue. And it was often the case, with Tim. His parents, when they were still alive, never really noticed his presence... 

And sometimes, it could be even worst to have parents who acted as if you didn’t exist, than caring parents who passed away. Bruce realized this. 

“No, she just closed her eyes.” 

Bruce answers, looking at you. And oh he couldn’t possibly know how soft his expressions as as he gazed at your sleeping face. 

“Oh...” 

Tim was clearly disappointed. His shoulders fell down, and he looked on the floor, looking defeated.

“What is it, champ ?” 

“Well, I wanted her to-Oh ! Mom !” 

The rumbling of your husband’s chest as he spoke is what woke you up. Not the actual sound of their voices, just that low vibrations reverberating in his chest. 

You opened one eye, then the second, and was greeted by your youngest son’s face being very close to you. As Tim saw you were waking up, he kneeled down next to the couch, settling his piece of cardboard next to him, and approached you very closely. 

His smile and sweet expression filled your vision. And you felt even more hurt, as you saw him so happy to see you, to know he didn’t really think you were his mom. 

It was clear he cared for you. And loved you, and being with you. But to him...You weren’t his mom. And that was so painful. 

“I got a plan mom, I got a plan !” 

A...Plan ? For what ? You don’t even have time to ask him, and, still a little hazy as you just woke up from a short nap (that you took after crying exhausted you), you raise a little from your husband. 

You exchange a curious look with him, as you see Tim spring to his feet and get a hold of the piece of cardboard that is almost as tall and large as him. 

He turns it around and...

Your heart drops. 

It’s a lot of very detailed drawings, maps and words about...about...

“This is how we’re going to convince the headmaster of my school that you’re really my mom, even if officially you’re not yet !! I thought we could start with logic first, and then go down the path of pathos if he really doesn’t change his mind !” 

What ? Your brain is trying really hard to comprehend what’s happening, although it is starting to put two and two together. 

“The rules say that the mom HAS to be the one who comes, and the way they wrote it suggest that they wouldn’t accept someone who isn’t yet official. But I think we could convince that, in our heart, we’re already an official family, right ?!” 

Tim looks at you, and then at his dad, a little worry in his eyes (what if for them, he wasn’t their son yet because the paperworks weren’t finished and officials quite yet ?!?!). Bruce cannot help but smile, and nods, feeling his heart melt (a rare occurrence). 

And you. You have exactly the reaction he expected you’d have. You sit up, put the cardboard aside, and drag your son into a tight hug that makes him giggle and exclaim : 

“Hahaha mom wait I can’t breaaaathe !! Mom !!” 

But he hugs you back, knowing that this means yes, you do consider him your son already, paperworks or not, and you will probably follow his plan to convince the school to-

“Mom ? Why are you crying ? Mom ?” 

You can’t explain it to him. You feel silly, but also so emotional and touched. You thought he didn’t think of you as his mom. But he did. Oh he did, and was actually worried about technicalities of rules and...So sweet. That boy is so sweet. 

Carefully, Tim dries your tears, and look curiously at his dad, his eyes clearly asking : “Did I do something wrong ?”

You’re still unable to speak, as you hold onto him, and Bruce ruffles his son’s hair saying : 

“She’s just too happy, champ. She’s just too happy.” 

CASSANDRA

"You, not my mom !” 

She screamed. You never heard Cass raised her voice before. And yet, here, she screamed at you. And then closed her bedroom door right on your nose. 

And you felt it in your heart. That specific pain that you wished you’d never feel again. That kind of hurt you wished you’d never feel ever again. 

It happened just liked it did with Dick and Jason. You were “lecturing” her about putting herself in needless danger, and she felt frustrated at the fact you “didn’t trust her”. 

It wasn’t true of course. You did trust her. And you knew she could hold her own. Didn’t mean you wouldn’t worry, and scold her if she really scared you... 

It was pure instinct. You couldn’t stop yourself from telling them off when you felt they went too far. You did it with Bruce too. 

Once, he threw himself in the way of a bullet to save you, and once he recovered enough...Oh you were so mad at him. 

It’s not that you wanted to take that bullet, of course. You knew it was also instinct that made him move to save you. But in truth, you would rather take a thousand bullet than lose any of them. Bruce, or your children. 

And sometimes, it was hard for them to understand this. To get why you were so worried, when you accepted fully their night activities. 

Why you monitored the batcomputer, if it was to scold them when they put themselves in danger ? 

Ah but they didn’t understand that you only got “mad” when they put themselves in NEEDLESS danger. Pushing themselves too far that one night, being careless with something, ignoring their own safety to finish a task... 

You couldn’t help but be afraid. And your fear turned into you scolding them. And sometimes, on each sides, things boiled and...

“You, not my mom !” 

The meaning was clear. As Cass slammed her door right in your face, you knew not to push it further, not to tell her anything more. 

Maybe you should’ve ? Should’ve open her door, and continue lecturing her so she’d understand her life was valuable ? 

Cass put herself in danger more than any other member of your family, because she was raised as a weapon and thought of herself as an “expendable”. You weren’t mad at her for this, of course not (but oh, David Cain probably should never cross your path, it wasn’t pretty, when you were truly angry). 

You were just worried. And unfortunately, being a parent was complicated and sometimes, your worry turned a little overbearing for your kids. 

This was a mistake every normal caring parents made. Wanting what was best for their children, sometimes not realizing they’re going too far. And you ? Your family wasn’t normal. 

Your children were vigilantes. Your worries were tuned up to the max.  

Being a parent was hard. And sometimes, both you and your kids were frustrated. It happened. In any family. 

It was resolved rather fast, most of the time. A little conversation, understanding and indulgence, and boom. Sorted. 

However, there were times when things would go a little too far. Wether because one of you was tired, or didn’t feel well etc etc...

Tonight, was such a time. 

“You, not my mom !” 

Cass didn’t even register what she said. She was just mad and frustrated, and said the first thing that came into her mind. Her hand slammed the door shut before she could even think about it. 

And here you were. In the corridor. In front of your daughter’s door. 

Hurt. And feeling as devastated as you did when her brothers told you the same thing. You would think, after a few times of this happening, it’d be easier, right ? Well. No. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t. 

As usual in those instances, you went to seek comfort in the arms of your husband. 

************

Cassandra didn’t feel ok. 

In fact, she felt absolutely terrible. 

She couldn’t even remember the last time she felt that bad. 

When she went to look for you and apologize for her behavior, she found you in her dad’s arms, crying, and it made her run away...

She couldn’t face you, knowing she truly hurt you like that. 

The worst thing is, she knew she would hurt you by saying those words. Yet she still did it. It was as if she couldn’t control herself. It was like an ugly force took over her, and made her say those words. 

But she knew. She knew she’s the one who ultimately decided to say them. She’s the one that pronounced them. Under the anger. 

Anger. 

The ugly force. 

She turned around in her bed, holding onto the plush toy you gave her shortly after her arrival. You said “every child should have one” and that this one made you think of her. 

It was a fox with bright colors. And it still smelled like you. 

She was about to fall asleep, when she heard a knock on her door. 

“Can we come in ?” 

It was her older brothers. 

Dick, Jason and Tim. 

It was rare, to have them all in the same place nowadays, what with how busy they all were. Dick with Bludhäven, Jason with the gods only knew what really (the gods, and you and Bruce...but sshhh, that’s a secret), and Tim with college applications. 

So Cass immediately understood that they heard about the fight she had with their mom. 

And she felt a rush of shame come over her. She felt sad too, because maybe they’d be mad at her ?

Cassandra didn’t think she could bear to break your heart, and have her precious brothers mad at her all in the same day. 

She almost told them to leave. But she didn’t have the strength. 

They surrounded her, and their presence was so...soothing. 

And then they spoke. They each told her the story of the time they told their mom those few dreaded words. 

“You’re not my real mom !” 

They told her how awful they felt, and how they knew they hurt their mom. They told her that...well, they did have the best mom ever. 

You never held any grudge. Ever. Especially not against your own family. 

You never even mentioned again the fact they told you this awful thing, you never even mentioned once this, under any circumstances. 

Her brothers stayed with her for hours, talking about their feelings on the matter. Telling her it happened. That everyone wasn’t always on their best behavior...

It was hard, for Cass, to not be “good”. She did so many awful things when her biological father raised her to be a weapon, she felt like she had to catch up so much on those years of “badness”. 

She often felt like she was evil, and could never caught up to everything. Like she was doomed, and could never become good. 

On that, Jason told her she was wrong. That everyone could change, and no one was born truly evil. Environment, and the way you’re raised, matter. And what she did...wasn’t her fault. She was forced to. If she really enjoyed doing this she’d never become a Batgirl. She would never be part of this family. 

She often felt like she was a bad daughter. 

On that, Dick told her she was wrong. He too, felt like a bad son, when he “replaced” his parents with you and Bruce. He too, felt like a bad son when he would get so mad while you would do anything to make him happy. He too, felt like a bad son...on so many occasions. But he grew. And thanks to you mainly, he realized he was just human. Mistakes are human. And it’s not being a bad son, to sometimes feel so hurt that you lash out. That your trauma are so strong, things sometimes are tough. 

She often felt like she couldn’t fit in, and would never fit in. 

On that, Tim told her she was wrong. Him too, felt too different. He already had parents, they were alive, he just wanted to help, he didn’t have any friends...But in this family. In this family, everyone fitted in. Because you made it so. Bruce made it saw. You both accepted any flaws, and differences your kids might have. You loved them unconditionally, they all knew that by now. 

And Cass...Cass didn’t want to hurt you. 

They knew that, too.

It was an accident. In the heat of the moment. She didn’t mean it. Of course, you are her mom. Of course...

It felt good, to have her brothers there for her, when you couldn’t be. 

************

Later that night, after her brothers left, Cass slowly exits her room and take the known way to yours and Bruce’s. 

You are both there, and she knows her dad stayed because you felt bad. He always stayed with you, when you were feeling down. And vice versa.

Cass always told herself that, later, if she ever found a significant other, she’d want her and them to have the same kind of relationships than you. You and Bruce set up a rather high standard for whoever would come into her life. 

But that was another story. For now, she was opening the door slowly, scared of waking you up. But you were awake. 

Bruce was asleep, deeply. As usual when he felt your warmth against him. But you were not. Cass could see you slowly and absentmindedly caress your husband’s hair. It was soothing to both of you. His silky smooth dark hair were soft in between your fingers, and helped you get your mind off of the pain and focus on the sensation, while for him...Well, it put him asleep, when you did that. 

The door creaked a little, and you abruptly turned your head towards it, ready to fight and...You instantly recognize your daughter, even in the dark of the room. 

She doesn’t need to talk. You manage to roll over Bruce, who then by instinct roll too, and therefor you create a little spot for your daughter to climb in bed with you. 

You turn around in Bruce’s arms, and slowly wrap them around your middle, instead of your shoulders. You turn towards Cass, your back against Bruce’s chest, and tap the small spot you managed to create next to you. 

Cass understands, and climbs in, facing you. She lays her head on her arms, as you do the same. And then she mouthes : 

“Sorry mom...” 

And that’s all you needed. You gesture for your daughter to cuddle up close, and she does. By instinct, Bruce lets go one arm off of you, and grabs his kid to bring her closer. He is still asleep, but it wouldn’t surprise anyone that his subconscious holds onto the two most important women in his life like so. 

And there she is. Cass feels safe. And warm. And she hears your heart beat softly. And she knows it partly beats for her. 

And partly for Bruce. And partly for Dick. And partly for Jason. And Tim. And Damian. And Duke. And Alfred. 

It beats for your family. 

For her family.

Family. 

She has a family. 

And you are her mom. 

Her biological father never hugged her, never told her everything was going to be alright, never... 

Cass never felt safe and warm. 

Like she did, right now, held by both you and Bruce. 

“Family...”

She whispers, as she slowly falls asleep. And you’re the only mom she ever wants to have. You are, her real mom. Always have been, always will be. 

DAMIAN 

Damian didn’t really think this was a big deal, at first. 

Just like his father, he often made the mistake to think that people around him will simply understand his true meaning. 

When he told you : “You’re not even my real mom !”, he obviously didn’t mean it. He was angry because you told him he couldn’t go out on patrol for a few days, as he was grounded for skipping school and going to work on cases instead. 

“But school is boring, I already know everything ??” 

“It’s the principle of it, Damian. You can’t just do what you want whenever you want, this is not how it works. I don’t feel like we’re extremely strict parents, so when you betray our trusts like that, it has consequences.”

Bruce kept out of the argument, ready to jump in however if you needed him to affirm  that yes, actions have consequences and although you two are pretty lax with your son on many fronts, he still has to listen. You and Bruce made clear rules when you first adopted Dick, because you realized your lifestyle was anything but normal, but it didn’t mean your children could just do anything they wanted. 

Neither of you wanted them to turn into privileged little brats. Or to think they were above everything. And you were right, by skipping school so much, and lying about it, Damian did betray your trust. 

Understanding actions had consequences was a big step that took a while, with Damian. Unfortunately, he grew up in an environment that indeed taught him he could do whatever he wanted, no matter if he hurt people on the way... 

Unlearning all this, was tough. And you understood that. Which is why you let things go a lot, with him, and only slowly told him about things. Gradually teaching him about your values and principles. 

However sometimes, like in this case, you needed to be firm and strict, because otherwise he’d just keep doing it knowing it had no bad consequences, and you didn’t want him to simply not go to school anymore...School was important for his social development, you realized it as he made friends and...

And simply, an eleven years old kid couldn’t just roam around all day as he saw fit. That’s it. And so here you were, trying to explain this to him. And that’s when he said it. 

He scrunched up his nose like he always did when he was angry, and then, turning his head away from you, throwing his Robin boots at the back of the cave. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not even my real mom !” 

And then he bolted out of the Batcave, leaving you behind, with a broken heart and feeling guilty...What if he hates you, because you were too harsh on him ? 

Bruce, that night, did not go out on patrol either, and stayed with you. Of course, he did. 

************

The fact he still listened to you and didn’t go out, made him thought you knew he was just angry and didn’t mean a word of it. 

To him, it was so obvious he thought of you as his mom, and that he said this just because he wanted to have the last word, that he honestly didn’t think much of it. 

Sure he was frustrated and angry, just like any kid was when their parents said : “no” to them. But he didn't mean it... 

He didn’t really see you of the entire day. Finally, he decided to go see his father to ask him what was up. 

“Father ?”

“Yes ?”

“Is-is mom ok ?”

“Well, what do you think ?” 

“She doesn’t seem ok.” 

“Do you know why ?” 

“Did you do something to upset her ?” 

Normally, Bruce would feel vex at this statement. What, did he really do things to upset you that often ? Yes and now. Sometimes,  he would get on your nerve, and vice versa. It happened, in relationships.

But it was never anything major. Not anymore at least. Because now, when he had his “dark days” and could be a total jerk, you knew how to handle him. You knew not to take his bullshit. 

Yes. Normally, Bruce would pout like a child, at the fact his son thought that his mom was feeling down because of him. But not today. No. 

Because he knew that what made you sad, was something important.

Unfortunately, Damian inherited from him his bad habit of thinking others will understand his meaning. 

Like, when he tried to push you away at first so you wouldn't get involved in his crazy life, what he really wanted was for you to get closer...Or when he told you that he was fine at times, all he wanted was for you to hold him and take care of him etc etc...The first time he told you “I love you”, wasn’t with words, but by not going on patrol one night, to stay with you. And he thought you’d immediately understand that he truly loved you...Truth was, it wasn’t as obvious to you (or anyone really) than it was for him. 

And Damian had the same problem. Doing things that he thought would obviously tell his meaning, his real feelings, when really...No one but him would get it. 

Although you became quite good at deciphering your husband’s true intentions, you could still misinterpret things sometimes. 

And yesterday night, when you grounded your son and tried to teach him a life lesson...You definitely didn’t see that he didn’t mean what he said and just wanted the last word. For you, he was seriously meaning it. And that’s why you were avoiding him a little, because it was too hard to...to... 

Damian’s words truly hurt you. You often were scared he could never see you as his mom (even if he did call you mom now and clearly cared for you) because of how he grew up. You’d never give up on him, of course, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt when he pushed you away or pretended to not care... 

Damian thought it was obvious, that his actions actually reflected how much you meant to him. That without you, he’d be lost and honestly wouldn’t want to live in a world where you weren’t. 

But it wasn’t obvious. 

Bruce sighed, and then smiled : 

“Since when is she acting odd ?” 

“This morning. She didn’t kiss me goodbye when she went to work !”

It felt like such a serious issue to your boy, in that instant, that Bruce wished you were there to see his reaction. You’d instantly know he didn’t mean it, when he said you weren’t his mom... 

But you couldn’t quite face him. You didn’t really avoid him or try to hurt him by not saying goodbye. Of course not, you were an adult, and you definitely knew that doing to others what was done to you is pointless, and mean. And why hurt someone the same way they hurt you ? You’re no better than them uh... 

“Can you think of anything that might’ve upset her ?” 

“I spilled my milk a little, but cleaned it after. I didn’t let Alfred do it like last time. I woke up a minute late, too. Jason hasn’t called in two days, but he was there yesterday afternoon. Dick said she messed up her pumpkin soup but he was just joking and she knows. Tim fell asleep at the breakfast table. You clinging to her this morning apparently made her late, I heard Alfred say it. Um...Cass um...Cass didn’t do anything bad really...None of those things sound like it would upset her though ! She really looked sad this morning, not like herself at all !” 

Bruce couldn’t help but smile. It was pretty cute, how Damian often acted as if he didn’t care about anything, yet no details would ever go past him. Especially not when it came to his family. He always noticed, when one of them felt down in any way, and tried to help (in his own way). 

Hell, he probably woke Tim up and told him to sleep more and take care of himself. Called Jason and told him to call his mom. Scolded Dick to not make this kind of jokes again. 

This was just the Damian that was privy only to them. A sweet child, who unfortunately often had trouble expressing his true feelings. 

Just like his father. 

Damian would often brag about his siblings, and how awesome they were, to his friends (notably to Jon, who didn’t have any siblings). But he’d never tell them right in front of their face. 

Bruce tried to help Damian see what was wrong, and said : 

“What about last night ?” 

“Ugh ? What about last n-OH !” 

Damian replayed the events in his head, and remembered his anger and frustration. But most importantly...What he told his mom. 

“I have to find mom ! Where is she ?!” 

Damian looked absolutely panicked, which was quite unlike him. Bruce answered : 

“She’s at work, she had a meeting with her editor. She should be back soon, though.” 

And on that note, Damian ran out to do god knew what, as Bruce shook his head and...Well, he just knew things would turn out alright. 

************

Alfred almost fainted, when he saw Damian tear off his beautiful flowers from his garden. He almost ran out, and had a very “get off my lawn !” moment...up until he realized that the boy was probably doing this for a reason. 

Oh. Oh his poor lilies.  

Hopefully, this really was for a good reason. A very good one. One so good, that it would stop him from strangling his grandkid, hopefully...

************

When you came home, Damian was waiting for you at the front door. He had a bunch of lilies in his hands (that you were pretty sure were from Alfred’s precious garden) and he looked absolutely frantic. 

He ran to you, almost threw the flowers in your arms, and yelled : 

“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! YOU ARE MY REAL MOM ! I WAS JUST ANGRY ! I’M SORRY !!” 

You were a little confused as to why he was yelling, but before you could continue he took a drawing out of his pocket and added : 

“THIS IS A DRAWING OF YOU ! I MADE IT FOR YOU !! YOU ARE MY MOM ! YOU REALLY ARE ! PLEASE FORGIVE ME !! I’M SORRY !! DO NOT BE MAD AT ME !!” 

Still confused as to why he was screaming, you bend down to look at him eye level, settled the flowers on the floor, and said : 

“It’s ok Damian. It’s ok. We all get frustrated sometimes...I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, but it’s ok. It happens.” 

Damian’s face showed great relief, and he leaped into your arms, yelling : 

“I LOVE YOU !!” 

You winced as he screamed in your ear, and said : 

“Why are you yelling, little one ?” 

Damian took a step back from you and said : 

“BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF AND JASON TOLD ME THAT SAYING THINGS IN AN AGGRESSIVE WAY MIGHT HELP !! AND HE’S RIGHT !! I LOVE YOU !!”

Damian told you he loved you before, in certain moments. When he got really hurt, when you were really hurt, if he felt really sad...It was always a moment full of emotions. And it was still rather hard for him to say the words. 

It didn’t really surprise you that Jason would have such a technique. Yelling his feelings. Yep. Sounds like him alright. And it did seem like it worked for his little brother too. 

Only you and your close family would know, because you were the only ones to truly know him, but those two were more similar than others would think. And it wasn’t because they already killed before. Oh no. On the contrary. 

“I love you too, my little one...” 

You say, as he goes back for another hug, clearly relieved you’re not mad at him. From this day on, he swore to himself that he would really try to tell others’ what he truly felt, even if it meant yelling it at them. Because other wise...otherwise it’d create this sort of terrible situations, in which his mom thought he didn’t think of her as his mom ! 

He couldn’t have it, anymore. Many “I LOVE YOU !!” were heard in the Manor, from that point on. 

DUKE 

“You know you can tell me anything, right ?” 

Duke doesn’t know why this time, this made him snap. 

Today was the anniversary of when his parents got “jokerize”, it had been two years already...And not one step closer to cure them ! He was so frustrated, sad, and lost. And you noticed. 

Duke tend to try to keep things inside. Not that he didn’t want to bother anyone, more like he just thought he HAD to handle things himself. Like it would make him stronger, and therefor, he could protect those he cares about. 

He could protect them, unlike when he could do nothing but watch as his parents fell into madness...He couldn’t bear the thought of this happening to you, Bruce, or any member of this family ! Not again. 

He couldn’t bear it...

“You’re not even my mom ! Stop acting like you are !” 

Are the words he heard himself scream at you as you asked him if everything was ok, and if he needed to talk. As you were caring, once again, and he just couldn’t...he couldn’t stand it ! Not today.

Not today. 

He immediately saw on your face the way you shut down, and took one step behind. The way your face “closed”, and as you said : “I understand.” and left the room, your body stiff and your face inexpressive (which was very unlike you), Duke felt it. 

The guilt. 

Right away.

When those dreaded words were said by all your other kids, they were young. They were all under the age of ten, and the immediate consequences of their actions didn’t truly registered. 

But Duke. 

Duke was almost eighteen. And he knew. He knew he hurt you. 

He felt the need to run after you and apologized, but there was something stopping him. 

After all, it was true right, you weren’t his mom ! His mom was still alive, and she could be cured one day ! HE ALREADY HAVE A MOM ! 

So what if you always cooked him his favorite meal, or knew exactly what his favorite food was ? So what if you would go out of your way to grab his favorite burger from his favorite joints when you knew he felt down ? 

So what, if you were always there when he was sad ? Cheering him up with comfort food, kind words, and just your presence ? 

So what if you knew exactly what would make him feel better, which movie to put on to put a smile on his face ? 

So what, if you spend entire night right by his bedside when he got really hurt, or when he was sick ? 

So what if you’d listen to him at any time of the day or night, and always took time to give him your thoughts on the matter, and truly, truly listen to what he was saying instead of waiting for your turn to speak ? 

So what if you’d make him laugh, smile, feel loved, even as he felt so alone and isolated, especially after he discovered his powers ? 

So what if you never made him feel like he was different because of it ? 

So what if you opened your house’s door without a second thought for this unknown teenager who was also a meta ?!

So what...so what...so what if you obviously cared a lot, and if you...if you... 

He already had a mom. And she might get better one day. 

He couldn’t have two moms. 

...

...

Right ? 

What would happen when his parents would be cured ? Forget all his feelings for the Waynes ? So it’d be easier to pretend he wasn’t part of the family, right ? 

It would be easier. 

Yes. 

But it was too late. 

It was too late... 

He ran after you. Caught up with you in the corridor. Tears in his eyes, he said : 

“I’m sorry, please don’t go...”

And fell into your arms. Almost eighteen years old, yes, but still needed the support of a mother. Of his mother. 

And you were there. You’d always be there, no matter what happened in the future. And he needed you, especially in that moment of frustration, where he really missed his parents, and was starting to lose hope to ever find a cure... 

And you were there.

Who ever made a rule that you could have only one mom anyway, right ?

BRUCE 

They did tell him “you’re not my dad !” too. And for him, it was as terrible as for you. If not worst, on certain aspect. Especially since he had a hard times truly expressing his feelings more often than not. 

He knows how devastating it can feel. He knows it even more, because not only did he feel it as they told him “you’re not my dad !”, but he also felt it as he told Alfred “you’re not my dad !”. He knew the feelings from both sides. 

It enhanced everything. 

Of course, in general, Bruce always felt things more than anyone else around him. He was born like that. Hypersensitive. That’s why he worked so much on hiding his true feelings, and appearing detached and cold. 

It’s much easier, than to always being overemotional. Of course, it didn’t mean he felt nothing. On the contrary, he felt everything. He was just better, nowadays, at pretending he was okay. At pretending he didn’t care. 

Ah. But you existed. 

You. 

The only person that could always see through his bullshit, and know when he was lying and fake smiling. 

Between the two of you, there has always been something. Even before you were together. It was an irrational and irresistible attraction. 

An unbreakable bond. Always supporting each others. 

You have no idea how you’d live without him. And he couldn’t even fathom a world without you. It’s a world he wouldn’t like very much...  

Even during the worst times, and oh you went through a lot together, you knew at least...at least you’d have warm arms to fall asleep in. At least, you’d have each others. 

Bruce had known pain so strong he sometimes wished death would just take him away. And then you came in. Ready to put up with his shit, and to not give up on him even when he gave you every reason to. 

And oh, oh he gave you back everything times a thousand. You knew he’d never let you fall. Not alone. 

Whenever something hurtful as your children telling you two you weren’t their real parents happened...It’s when you truly realized how vital you were to each others. 

When you fell, Bruce was there to catch you. 

When he fell, you were there to catch him. 

Better to fall together, than to stand alone. 

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And here we are :). I hope you liked it ? Don’t hesitate to leave a little feedback and reblog if you want to ^^. I’m a little afraid I disappointed y’all for some reasons haha. I couldn’t explain. Self-confidence crisis hahaha. I finished writing that late, and exhausted after a hard week, maybe it plays into account ? Anyway, I really do hope you enjoyed your time reading this :). And thanks for reading, of course ^^. 

[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[sapphicwhxre]

your first time | HCs

what your first time having sex includes (for anon)

Г includes : hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, ginny weasley, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, luna lovegood, cho chang, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black

♡─

hermione granger

♡─

actually researches everything she can to make it good for you (which ends up working really well)

is such a nervous wreck about making it perfect that you have to remind her

"it's with you, it'll already be perfect"

uses terms like vagina until you straight up tell her you're comfortable with dirtier words

foreplay QUEEN

does absolutely everything in her power to get you as wet as possible before doing anything

to the point where you wonder if you'll cum before even fucking

is already asking you what kinks you wanna try at this point

doesn't shut up but she's complimenting you the whole time

gets really encouraged + turned on whenever you moan

clingy, grinning mess after

asks you immediately what you want her to do better next time

♡─

draco malfoy

♡─

cocky, cocky, cocky

secretly really nervous but still plays it up

will not let you top

returns anything you do

doesn't stand for you being quiet

he will do everything in his power to get you as loud as possible

also doesn't take his eyes off you at all ─ like he wants to memorise every second of it and every inch of your body

pretty rough but instantly softens if he thinks he hurt you or something

won't cum until you do

tells you how hot you were after

teases you for cumming for him like that wasn't the intended goal

acts non chalant instead of telling you how head over heels he is

♡─

harry potter

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harry is CURIOUS and no one can tell me otherwise

you're the one that has to tell him it's ok to touch you and he goes all out once you do

wants to do everything, touch you everywhere

actually wouldn't be able to get over you or shift his focus from pleasing you

"these are so pretty", "i love this", "say my name again", etc.

you probably have to pull him away at some point if you want to actually touch him ─ or fuck

absolutely shook when do you touch him

tries to stay quiet until you tell him you wanna hear him

then he won't shut up with the babbling and the praises

wants a second round as soon as you finish

♡─

ron weasley

♡─

thanks to hbp, we know how inexperienced ron is

so don't expect him to get actually kinky the first time

sure, he wants to go all out with you but he's actually really gentle

accidentally tries something in the moment (like choking, degrading, basically any kink) and apologises

then can't believe the experience actually gets better when you roll with said kink (and enjoy it)

slows and asks if you're ok the whole time

and every time you say yes, he gets really encouraged

doesn't even want to pull away when you're done ─ basically never wants to take his hands off of you again

heavy breathing and huge grinning right on your skin when you're done

having a snack together after because it's cute and he's all worn out so

♡─

ginny weasley

♡─

effortlessly sexy

honestly gets you going without even knowing it (you're done for when she actually tries)

she's really casual but sweet

definitely confident

puts her hair in a ponytail so you can see her face but still grab her hair

can't stay serious for shit ─ she's so happy and makes sure you know it

absolutely teases you if you stare at her

"its like this is the first time you've seen me naked!"

voices how turned on she is and how hot she finds you

forces herself to keep her eyes open because she wants to see you come undone

gets as many orgasms out of you as she can

sits on your lap and plants all these little kisses on your face when you're finished

♡─

pansy parkinson

♡─

"y/n and i are going to fuck, you should all be jealous" "oh my gods pansy,"

only a little nervous ─ she's more excited than anything

starts to confidently tells you about her daydreams, fantasies, and wet dreams but ends up blushing really hard

gets to work immediately

assumes she's topping but is actually willing to let you if you'd like

cocky, teasing, and sweet the whole time

goes for dirty names right off the bat

doesn't miss a beat when you cum, "baby 'm gonna take you against the wall now"

keeps going even after she gets tired

finally stops once you're both mindblown and unable to walk

falls asleep naked with you, head in your hair, mumbling about how she has the best s/o

♡─

fred weasley

♡─

will pick you up/drag you/etc. to wherever you're doing this

excited as fuck but wants a safeword first and foremost

probably makes it something really stupid

you can barely get anything other than moans out once he starts touching you

gives you kisses, talks dirty, fucks you as hard as he can... he goes all out

just to make your first time the best you've ever had

focuses on giving unless you want more

softer during the second round but way kinkier ─ the boy likes trouble more than work but he's still a quick learner

slow, tired makeout when you're both worn out and him spooning you

♡─

george weasley

♡─

also really excited

has already figured out your kinks at this point through conversation cues and imagined making you cum with all of them

won't stop kissing you, saying stuff like, "ready to cum for me baby?"

SWOONING banter, "so long as you fill me up love"

confident + teasing about it

"fuck, how did you know i like that?" "a weasley is always prepared y/n," "didn't you forget to wear shoes to class last week?"

absolute gentleman

makes sure everything's ok with you

knows how to get you hot and bothered without being too rough

grunted i love yous

pulls out of you once you're all fucked out but keeps you close so he can give your forehead wet, praising kisses

♡─

luna lovegood

♡─

so ready to do this

tells you really non-chalantly how bad she wants you

also a queen of foreplay

undresses you so carefully and slowly, telling you how gorgeous you are

long kisses

open about her kinks, asks straight up what yours are

locking fingers while you fuck and agreeing to only let go if one of you wants to stop

spoiler, your hands may as well be fused together by the end of the night

coaxes you through her moans and checks on you

even though she knows ─ and trust me, she KNOWS ─ you're having the time of your life

wants you to lay on your back after you cum and plays with your hair + swirls her fingers on your skin from her comfy lil seat on your waist

♡─

cho chang

♡─

sweet over sexy first time

nervous at first that someone's going to walk in but once she starts touching you, the whole world disappears

lots of blushing and giggling

nothing too serious ─ your legs are tangled and you're just heart eyed

plants kisses all over you the whole time

actually loses herself with you

like eyes scrunched shut and looking like an angel

if she didn't want to see you all pretty and moaning so bad, she'd probably keep her eyes closed and just be happy with how good you feel

whispers the cutest but dirtiest shit

so smiley when you cum

gets pouty if you pull away or stand up after

wants to cuddle, skin to skin, and keep giving you kisses

♡─

fleur delacour

♡─

wants it to be perfect

wears the prettiest lingerie she owns

sets a romantic scene

physically and verbally

trust me when i say this girl is a romantic goddess when it comes to words

pulls out the french and tells you how beautiful she thinks you are

magic touch ─ her fingers are stroking and caressing you during everything and it feels magical

during this first time, actions > words

barely says anything

other than moaning your name

quietly praises you under her breath but says it louder if you tell her to

just really sensual and passionate

holds you in her arms and kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you finish

♡─

nymphadora tonks

♡─

"love, are you sure you want to do this together?"

the second she has your full comfort and consent?

she goes wild

fucks you a thousand different ways but is being so sweet with her words

respectful yet dirty, complimenting in the sexiest tone you've ever heard

wouldn't want to do anything too kinky the first time

only because she wants to leave you wanting more

(as if you won't already ─)

definitely loses control of her hair colour in the moment

it just feels so good that she can't help but go bright and vibrant

all bubbly and talkative when you finish + gets herself together and changes her hair back to your favourite colour

♡─

bellatrix lestrange

♡─

lays out all her kinks that first time

goes absolutely wild in bed

covers you in sloppy kisses and hickeys

moans shit like, "i have been thinking about this since the moment i laid eyes on you,"

loud the whole time

possessive pet names

my doll, my love, my pretty little thing

melts the first time your hands are in her hair

(whether they're pulling at it or running through it)

won't say anything about it but looks for cues that you're comfortable and enjoying it as much as she is

doesn't stop until you're completely worn out

lays on your chest when you're done

and falls asleep mumbling praises

♡─

narcissa black

♡─

tease

wants to stretch out your desire before you do anything for as long as she can

long kisses, hooked fingers, etc.

and when she does fuck you?

respectful queen, looks at you for consent before trying anything

stays serious but if you let out a little giggle, she indulges it because she's just as excited to finally be doing this with you

knows what she wants and expects it

she doesn't stop coming up to kiss you

tells you how good you're doing the whole time

makes you cum as many times as she possibly can before finally letting go

doesn't let go when you're done ─ she wants to stay close to you, hot breaths and juices mixing while she kisses the top of your head

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[lady-laree-world]

If you wouldn’t mind could I request anything with vision x reader? He seems to not be very popular, I’d really appreciate it. <3

Cuddless and relax

Vision x g/n! reader

warnings: really nothing, just fluff, maybe some bad English :')

a/n: this is the first time I write for a gender neutral reader so if you find any errors let me know pls😩😩

a/n 2: the gif is mine but the dividers no, I give all the credits to the author that unfortunately I can not tag

🌼English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake,if you find any please report them to me so that the. next time you can write it correctly 🙈🙈

Since the morning, when as soon as you wake up you found the sheets of the bed destroyed by your dog Lily, you knew that this was going to be a bad day. You threw away the unusable sheets and rushed to get ready for the long day of work that awaited you.

As always, the streets were very busy but that day was worse than any other time: a car accident had blocked a crucial intersection to get around the city and an endless line of cars started from there. Once you arrived at work you were 30 minutes late you had to suffer a long lecture from your boss who reiterated the importance of punctuality and threatening to fire you if it happens again. Defeated you started working and time never seemed to pass and your sadness didn't help you get through this grueling shift.

Just before your shift ended your phone rang in your pocket and you took it . Your heart warmed when you read the message from your boyfriend, Vision, with a picture of him and Lily.

we are waiting for you at home

we miss you

:)

You answered the message and put your phone back in your pocket, eager to get home to them.

<I'm home> your voice breaks the silence of the house and you immediately hear the sound of paws on the floor. Lily runs towards you throwing herself on you and you kneel to stroke her fur as she turns around.

You get up off the ground as soon as you see Vision approaching and drop your bag with all the paperwork you should have completed at home. You go to meet him and hug him, burying your face in the hollow of his neck. Vision wraps his arms around your body and you stay there for what seems like hours. You had missed him so much and you knew he felt the same too: he used to give you time to change or drink some water before filling you with hugs and kisses, but after returning from a week-long mission he just wanted to hug you and relax with you.

"Hi" whispers Vision in your ear and you mutter something incomprehensible to you too, not wanting to leave his arms, at least for the next half hour. "How about changing your clothes for more comfortable ones while I prepare some snacks for an afternoon of cuddless and relax?". Despite your little desire to do anything you understand that he is right and after giving him a strong squeeze you detach yourself. Vision caresses your face softly and puts a kiss on your forehead before letting you go.

After being washed and changed, join your boyfriend in the living room where you find him crouched in front of the cabinet where the television is, intent on looking for a movie that he surely would not have watched, too busy relaxing with you. Lily was lying next to the sofa sound asleep: it had become a habit for her to sleep there despite her having a kennel.

"What movie would you rather watch? I was undecided between Pitch Perfect and The Hustle, I know they are your favorites." she asks as you go and sit on the sofa. "What do you think if we don't watch anything? Right now I just need some cuddles from my wonderful boyfriend" you reply smiling by clapping your hand on the spot next to you. Her eyes fill with concern as she sits down. "Has something happened? Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Do you want to eat something? I can-" You interrupt his speech by placing your lips on him and sitting astride him. "Quiet Vis, it was just a hard day and I missed you so much" you kiss him again slowly, he places his hands on your back bringing you closer and you indulge him by resting his arms on his shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he murmurs interrupting the kiss "It's nothing that deserves my attention right now, don't worry." "Okay but do you know that you can always talk to me?" you giggle slightly at her concern "Yes Vis, believe me, I know, now can we continue our cuddle session or do you have other questions to ask?".

[believeitseeitdoit]

Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home 

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them 

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this 

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

        “Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

       Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

     “Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

********

      They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

       Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

      Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

     “SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

     In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

     “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

     “Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

     “So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

     “Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

     “You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

     He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

     “I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

******

     Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery.  As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

     Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

       Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

*******

      “And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

     Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.” 

      As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

        “Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

        “Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

       “Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first. 

      Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

       “Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

       Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle. 

      You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

       “Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

       “Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

     “Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

    “My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll​ @iraot​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tuiccim​  @thebescht​ @makbarnes​