#literally my first thought when i woke up was 'room full of ducks' bc i had a dream that i was trapped in a room full of ducks

[jayparked]

me crawling out of bed and towards my pc so i can get back to writing

[eeveedel]

chubby actor louis (pt 2)

What up SINNERS. So sorry I missed last week, I hope you still enjoy this lil baby that’s a coutinuation of my very questionable and self indulgent new series. I’m hoping to do at least two more installments a little later. 

please note this fic deal with weight gain kink/fetish. it is heavy on food and weight talk. if any of that content bothers or triggers you, this will not be the story for you. also contains some sexual content!

very unedited bc words are fake anyways. 

part 1 here

--

“Do I have to? This is the worst part.”

Louis was standing in the bathroom in just his briefs, Harry standing patiently next to him. And while he had taken his clothes off in front of Harry countless times, including when he started this whole thing, he somehow felt more naked now. He was acutely aware of his body, how his belly was doughy and swelled forward, how his legs had softened, and how his ass had grown, making his underwear tight. And he was just getting started.

“Come on, love, hop on,” Harry said gently, “I just wanna see where we’re starting, that’s all.”

One of the first things Harry had requested when he agreed to help Louis was that they were going to start weighing Louis every two days, rather than at the end of every week like Louis had been doing. He said it was important to keep track of this kind of thing so they could set goals for every day, and while Louis knew he had a point, he hated doing it in front of Harry. It was one thing to see the numbers rise on his own, but to do it in front of his boyfriend felt too personal and a little embarrassing. He wasn’t sure if Harry being into it made the situation better or worse.

Louis sighed and finally stepped onto the scale. He tried to relax his posture, letting his spine slouch a little and his arms swing loosely, like it would make a difference. The machine under his feet worked quickly, the display only blinking for a few seconds before it settled on one number.

“163,” Harry read out.

“Yes, I can read,” Louis said.

Harry laughed weakly, and out of the corner of his eye Louis saw him getting his phone out. He was opening his notes app, typing something in.

“So, by shooting time, you need to be at 178,” Harry said, “We can do that.”

Louis’s stomach fluttered a bit at “we,” the sign of Harry’s unquestioning presence on this weird project.

Harry had been around for plenty of Louis’s odd roles. He had helped Louis memorize a fake sci fi language for an outer space thriller, taken him to the air and space museum for hours while Louis took notes prepping to play an astronaut. and once had indulged Louis in a month of candlelit rooms and no Internet while he got ready for a drama set in Amish country. Harry had proved time and time again he was willing to help with whatever Louis’s very weird job required. But this felt different. Not least of all because Harry had never exactly been turned on by Louis’s role prep before.

“You can step off, baby,” Harry said gently.

Louis blinked, realizing he must have been there for away, and then stepped off the scale, watching it go back down to zero.

He stared at it for a long moment, and then felt Harry’s hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

“I can put lunch on,” Harry said, “Would that be okay? To eat something right now?”

Louis looked down at his stomach and put a cautious hand on it, squeezing the softness underneath his skin.

“I mean,” he said, “I guess we have to get there at some point.”

--

Louis really wished he had taken Harry up on his offer to cook for him earlier.

He was well aware Harry was an amazing cook – he made roasted vegetables and salmon three days a week taste incredible – but it was so different to see Harry cooking when he was not prohibited by a strict diet code.

New kitchen contraptions started appearing at their first door in express shipping packages – a breakfast maker, waffle makers, a panini press, an air fryer and then an actual deep fryer. Harry always told Louis to not worry about planning anything, he would take care of it, and Louis could just tell if he was craving anything. Louis was grateful for the relief – he had to memorize his lines by the end of the month and was already had enough to think about.

So he sat at the couch, or at his office upstairs, and Harry’s new creations kept arriving in front of him. Full English breakfasts with fried eggs and gravy-soaked sausages, mashed potatoes swimming in a small sea of butter, bacon and four-cheese grilled cheeses, mint chocolate chip milkshakes with chocolate and caramel syrup drizzled over a little hill of whipped cream. Harry presented each of them with a smile and a kiss to the top of Louis’s head or his cheek, and gave Louis the most brilliant grin when Louis brought down his empty dishes an hour later.

“Did you like it?” he asked, and would nod eagerly as Louis offered his thoughts.

Long lists of new recipes appeared on their fridge door, and Louis woke up a lot of days to see a slice of cheesecake wrapped in plastic in their fridge, or some waffle cut fries in tin foil, with a note on it telling him to eat it whenever he felt hungry.

And Louis did. It made him happy to eat Harry’s food, to see him smile, and also, it was just damn delicious.

By the end of his first week of Harry feeding him, he had gained another three pounds, something that made Harry grin and reward Louis with a plate of nachos, covered in melted cheddar and mozzarella, crumbled beef, and salsa.

“We still have awhile to go,” Louis said, squinting at Harry as he brought another cheese-soaked chip to his mouth, “Don’t be too proud of yourself.”

Harry sat across from him at the counter and he just smiled again, his eyes flicking between the plate in front of Louis and his mouth.

“I think we can manage,” Harry said, “I’ll provide the food, you just put in the effort.”

“I am putting in effort, you dick,” Louis huffed, picking up another chip. He took extra care to dare it through a pool of cheese at the edge of the plate, “You think I’m not?”

Harry shrugged, and Louis recognized the little glint behind his eyes. He was angling for Louis’s competitive side, and fuck if he wasn’t doing a good job of it.

Louis picked up two chips, once again trying to drag them in the toppings so he had as much as possible balanced on them before he shoved them into his mouth.

“Don’t choke,” Harry said mildly.

“Don’t be an ass and just get me some soda,” Louis huffed.

Harry smiled and went to their fridge, getting out a two-liter of Coke. Regular-ass, non-diet Coke. He didn’t even pour it into a glass. Louis just unscrewed the top and sipped.

“I’m going to finish this,” Louis said firmly, “Just so you know.”

“Okay,” Harry said, and his mouth twitched at the corner.

Louis put his head down and focused on putting chips and cheese into his mouth. It was greasy as hell, and salty, and he felt his head going a little fuzzy from the combination of all of it alongside the liquid sugar he had already sucked down.

He kept eating until his fingers were shiny and his slick felt slick with grease, and he reached down to move the elastic of his sweatpants under the curve of his belly, giving it more room.

“You okay?” Harry said, and Louis thought he detected interest in his voice.

“I’m great,” Louis answered, picking up the soda again. He hiccupped weakly as he swallowed it down.

“These are good,” Louis said as he picked up more food. The chips at the bottom were nearly soaked through in grease, and he eagerly shoved them into his mouth. “You should make these more often.”

“I will,” Harry said. Louis could hear his voice was getting a little thin at the edges.

Louis picked up two more chips, eating them at the same time.

“If you eat all of that I’ll eat you out for half an hour,” Harry blurted out.

Louis arched his brow and put another chip in his mouth.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, “My belly’s kind of full. I probably can’t lay down flat. You’re going to have to roll me onto my side.”

He rubbed his stomach as he said it, and he felt the grease on his fingers rub off on his shirt as he did.

Harry stared down and then back up, and he folded his arms and leaned forward.

“Louis,” Harry drawled, “Honey. You better eat those fucking nachos or I will lose my mind.”

Louis just smiled in return, and scooped up a chip entirely covered in cheese, taking his time biting into it.

He finished the nachos.

--

Louis understood that eventually it was going to happen. He knew the consequences of gaining what was now officially twenty-two pounds.

Still, after two weeks of Harry’s cooking, he was not exactly happy when he was trying to put on what used to be his affectionally named “fat jeans” and they couldn’t go over his ass.

He stood in their room, jumping feebly on his toes and tugging, but they wouldn’t go up. The denim hugged too tightly against his thighs, the skin of his legs bulging out just a bit, and the edge of the waistband kept cuffing his ass. It didn’t help his underwear were also a bit tight, and they kept wanting to move inward and get trapped between his cheeks.

“Harry!” he shouted, because what the hell else was he going to do.

Harry arrived in the doorway of their room a few minutes later, and he just stared, his mouth wide.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, yeah, oh my god,” Louis huffed, “I swear to god these just fit. But you had to go and put heavy cream in my coffee like a psychopath.”

“You liked it. A lot,” Harry said passively, “So. You want to go to the mall, get some new clothes?”

Louis looked up at him, his eyes wide and his hands still gripped on the useless flaps of his pants.

“You want me to go out in public right now?”

“We’ll go in the back way,” Harry shrugged, “And you can wear sunglasses. And a hat.”

“Oh, brilliant disguise ideas from my fashion designer boyfriend here.”

He ducked his head again and pulled on his jeans again, but it wasn’t doing anything. If anything the edge of the denim was chafing his ass.  

“Can’t you just fix these for me? Isn’t letting things out part of your job?” Louis asked, gesturing to his jeans.

“I could,” Harry allowed, “But if you’re going to lose the weight later you’ll want your old clothes.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Louis said. He yanked his pants off, kicking them hard to get the blasted things off his ankles. Then he huffed angrily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Shit, I just – I really don’t want to go out in public right now, that’s all.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Harry said, “No one is going to recognize you.”

“I’m insulted,” Louis said, “Do you know how famous I am? Do you know how many Teen’s Choice awards are in our spare room?”

“Yes, I know,” Harry chuckled, “But babe…you don’t exactly look like yourself right now.”

Louis frowned, and lifted his head. He shuffled forward to the big mirror on the inside of his closet door and looked up.

And fuck, Harry was right. He didn’t really look like himself. He hadn’t shaved in a while, for one, and his hair was a little longer. But his face was puffy, his cheekbones covered with round cheeks that pushed up, making his eyes look smaller. His thighs were wide and soft, only a little bit of his old muscles visible. When he turned he could see his ass had grown and widened, and while it used to be round and firm from his tireless squat routine, it was just…soft now. And he had a proper belly, not the tiny bit of bloating he used to get sometimes, but a proper one that puffed out and felt heavy on his core.  

The man everyone was expecting when Louis went out in public wasn’t here now.

“You’re right,” he sighed, and put his hands on his hips. “Let’s go shopping.”

--

They went to a mall a little outside of the city limits, which was pretty empty for the time being.

Louis hadn’t been clothes shopping in a while, but luckily Harry was always out and about, picking up new things to cut up and sew back together, so he immediately picked some stores to go to.

They went to a men’s’ clothing shop, and Harry looked through the racks with great focus, picking up some jeans and shirts and slinging them over his arm.

“I’ll get you a few sizes,” Harry said, “Remember, you don’t want them too tight. You need a little room to grow.”

The expression coming from Harry’s mouth made Louis’s face burn, and he just followed his boyfriend wordlessly as he plucked up different garments.

They spent a little too long for Louis’s liking in the dressing room, but it went okay, all things considered. He got a few new pairs of jeans, several new t-shirts, a new flannel shirt and a new sweater. Harry encouraged through all of it, giving him kisses and telling him how well the clothes showed off his curves, but after awhile, Louis grew tired of wriggling in and out of new pants and asked if they could stop. Harry just nodded. whipped out his credit card, and told Louis he would pay for both the clothes and their lunch.

Of course, it went without saying that Harry was also going to pick the location, which was how they ended up in an All-American buffet.

Louis was sitting in a darker, more secluded corner of the dining area, in a sticky fake leather booth. The walls around him were painted with scenes of the wild west, cowboys and horses. He had a huge tumbler of orange soda in front of him, which he kept picking up and sipping at as he waited for Harry to return from picking out his meal. He was admittedly a little hungry, so he was kind of looking forward for whatever Harry was getting him.

What he did expect was Harry nearly skipping back to the table, two plates in his hands and two perfectly balanced on his forearms, all of them loaded down with food.

He set them all down in front of Louis with a smile, and Louis just stared at him, his mouth gaping.

“How – “ Louis sputtered, “How did you even carry all of that?”

“I was a waiter before you met me. You know this,” Harry said, “Now dig in, I’m going to get myself.”

He turned, then, heading back to the lines of food, and Louis took in what Harry had picked for him.

On one plate there was a large cheeseburger, loaded with with several slices of bacon, and a generous serving of crinkle-cut fries. On the next there were ribs soaking in barbeque sauce and a side of mac and cheese, the cheese nearly orange and the pasta covered in golden breadcrumbs. Then there was a big plate of cheesy scrambled eggs and two sausages, and then the last was loaded with three big cinnamon rolls dripping with white icing.

Louis was still staring at it all when Harry came back to the table, carrying a bowl of salad and another bowl full of salad for himself.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, then his face fell, “Shit, I’m sorry is that too much for you? I’m sorry. I just got excited.”

“No, it’s okay,” Louis said quietly, “Um. Is it okay if I don’t finish all of it? It’s just so much.”

“That’s fine,” Harry said quickly, “I just wanted to get you plenty. Take your time.”

“Okay,” Louis nodded, then smiled, “This really does look so good, thank you.”

Harry gave him another warm look, and that was enough for Louis to get started. He picked up some ribs, holding them delicately, and took some bites. The meat was tender and came apart easily, and the sauce was delicious, sweet and thick. He nodded happily and took more bites, feeling some sauce collect on his lips.

“You’re so cute when you eat,” Harry said across the table, and Louis blushed.

He polished off his ribs, the weight of the food hot and pleasant in his belly. He wiped off his mouth and fingers as best he could, and then picked up a fork and went for the mac and cheese. It was rich, creamy and salty and tasting like sharp cheddar. He ate it embarrassingly fast, the pasta quickly disappearing into his mouth.

“That’s so good,” he said, and picked up his soda to shallow it down. He wasn’t hungry anymore, but he certainly wasn’t full. So he went for the eggs. It was a nice compliment to the mac and cheese, more cheese, more salt, a light, fluffy texture. He ate it in little bites, licking his lips at how salty it was.

“I’m gonna be so bloated after this,” Louis said as he picked up his soda and took a long drink. Harry didn’t say anything, but Louis did notice he had stopped picking up the fork for his salad, instead watching Louis.

The eggs were so good, soft on his tongue, and he felt himself going fuzzy from the salt and the weight in his stomach. Half the plate was still in front of him, and he was definitely getting full now, and he told Harry he didn’t have to finish all of it. He could throw up a white flag right now.

But the rest of the food looked so good, and Harry watching him intently. And…what was going to happen to him, really? He was going to get bigger? He needed to get bigger. It was fine.

So, with several more forkfuls lifted to his lips, he finished his eggs.

He set down the fork with a distinct little click, and Harry leaned forward.

“Hey, you did really good, thank you – “

But Louis was picking up his cheeseburger He took a big bite, keeping his eyes locked on Harry, who blinked at him.

“You – “ Harry swallowed, “I – “

Louis smirked as he as swallowed. His mouth tasted like salt and grease, and he went in for another bite. He moaned a little, and Harry didn’t move, didn’t even close his mouth.

He shouldn’t be doing this. His stomach was tight, and he could feel the elastic of his sweatpants pushing out, cutting in. Fuck, he was going to have to buy new sweatpants soon. His body wasn’t used to this, it was used to constant exercise and juice cleanses.

The mere thought of it made Louis eat another bite with more zeal, really tearing it and chewing hard. He didn’t realize how tired of that he was until now.

The burger was delicious, and he felt a wet bit of grease run down his chin. Jesus fuck, it was literally leaking with fat, and he was eating it happily.

He ate fast, so fast he couldn’t pay too much attention to his protesting stomach. He polished the burger off and didn’t even wipe his mouth as he picked at the fries, grabbing multiple at once.

“You know how in every fucking interview I do for movies, they ask me about my preparation?” Louis said to Harry, “Imagine this one. ‘Louis, you had to gain thirty pounds for this role. And we hear you didn’t even have that much time to do it. How did that happen?’ And I’ll get to say, ‘well, my boyfriend stuffed me every day for weeks at a time and got a boner doing it, so it was easy.’”

He shoved the fries in his mouth and was already picking up another handful and dunking it in ketchup as he chewed. He barely swallowed before he was eating more.

His stomach was aching now, and he groaned, pushing down the painful elastic on his pants, but it still felt tight around his hips.

“We – oof, we should go back for some new sweatpants, babe. Gonna fuckin’ bust these soon.”

He picked up more fries, and he was acutely aware of how Harry was staring him down, his food abandoned, his eyes dark.

Louis’s body was hot from head to toe, and he was sweating a little, but he couldn’t tell if that was from the effort his meal was taking out of him or from how Harry was looking at him.

But he felt something else shift as he polished off his fries and shoved the plate away, seeking out more of his soda.

He thought he was imagining it, but as he dragged the plate of cinnamon rolls closer to himself, the plate scraping loudly on the table, he knew he was right.

He was hard.

He was in a mall buffet and he was getting a hard on from stuffing his face.

He didn’t know how to handle that. So he picked up a cinnamon roll instead.

It was pure carbs, heavy, the icing sticky and all sugar, and it made his brain buzz and his eyes flutter closed. He shoved the pastry into his mouth hard, forcing himself to chew. His belly gave an unhappy little gurgle, but his cock was happy, and his boyfriend looked ready to pounce, so he kept chewing.

He finished one of the rolls with a pant, setting both hands on his stomach. He smeared grease and icing on the fabric of his hoodie, and he sighed. He rubbed his hands over his belly, round and hard, the fabric of his sweatshirt pulled tight over it. He pulled it up, over the hill of his stomach. His shirt had already ridden up, and there he was, his stomach hanging out in public, as he grabbed for another roll.

Harry was nearly foaming at the mouth, and Louis ate the cinnamon roll in small but eager bites. He felt icing smear on his mouth and he didn’t bother to fix it. He was sweating and blushing and his dick was hard in public and none of it mattered.

The roll was gone soon, and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the icing. He slumped in the booth and then picked up the last roll, his white fucking whale. He tipped back his head and opened his mouth and shoved nearly half of it in. He focused hard on the taste of it. Fluffy bread, cinnamon, honey, pure sugar. His mouth was lazy as it chewed, as if even his tongue was sick of his ordeal, but he swallowed it down none the less. He had to keep shifting his hips, trying to keep his belly happy, but it was no use. It was pissed at him. But Louis had half a cinnamon roll left.

He shoved it in his mouth in one bite, his cheeks bulging as he chewed and chewed, squeezing his eyes tightly as his throat worked, trying to swallow it down.

Soon, it was done, and for his last stupid act, Louis reached for his soda, tipped the glass, and chugged until it was empty.

When it was done he slammed it on the table and panted, clutching his stomach and staring at Harry, who was already standing.

“Get me home right now and fuck me,” Louis said, his voice weak.

Harry nodded and reached down, guiding Louis up to his feet. He pulled his sweatshirt down and then stared at the obvious bulge in Louis’s pants, and then looked up with even wider eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, looks like you’re not the only one who’s into this,” Louis snapped, then wheezed again, setting a hand on his stomach, “Fuck, help me waddle the hell out of here, you bastard.”

Harry surged forward, kissing Louis hard, and then pulled back, wrapping a protective arm around him and helped Louis walk, slowly but surely, to the exit.

Somehow, as they got to the door, Louis found the energy to lean in and kiss under Harry’s ear, then whisper to him.

“Eight more pounds, baby.”

[lovesickjoon]

heart over mind - knj (m)

pairing: namjoon/reader

rating: nsfw (18+)

genre: werewolf au, alpha!joon/omega!reader

words:  4.5k

desc: namjoon comes back from visiting his family, and well... you go into heat earlier than expected.. knowing how stressed joon gets after long flights and dealing with his family for several weeks... well, you take heat suppressants and things go very wrong!

warnings: light smut, p much just oral, bestie/roommate!joon, oblivious!reader&joon, lots of talk abouts heats... light health scare bc drugs are bad, etc etc

notes: if you do not know what a/b/o tropes are, then you might want to go search up what it is before reading! bc it's... yeah. i hope this makes.. sense. i literally dk what i was doing while writing thissdjkfl

The airport was noisy and jammed full of people, young and old. You scanned the crowd, disappointment welling in your chest at every person you mistook for him. The numerous layers of clothing wrapped around your figure did little to stop the cold. The frigid, winter air circulating through the building wasn't helping in the slightest, it only made you tremble more.

Your breath caught in your throat when out of the corner of your eye, you captured a glimpse of him. Namjoon's arms lock around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You try to twist yourself around to face him, but Namjoon's grasp is firm and resilient. Namjoon has your arms confined beneath his, and you find yourself awkwardly grasping onto his arms.

You said nothing, your mind racing now that your best friend was safely back home. Namjoon buries his face into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. He tenses around you, and your heart stutters. Namjoon draws away, and you see his nose twitch. You force a smile, hoping the scent change wasn't too noticeable. Apparently, it is, so rather than a proper 'hello' you explain.

"Do I smell different?" you ask, letting out an awkward chuckle. "It's probably because I switched my body wash," you spit out, silently praying that would be convincing enough that Namjoon wouldn't bring it up.

It wasn't a lie, either. You made the switch the moment you realized you were going into heat. It just so happened to be one that blocked your scent. You had also, possibly, taken a few heat suppressants.

He would be pissed if he knew you were here, in heat. Namjoon would be even angrier if he knew you were using everything in your power to shove it away. Especially if it was for his sake and comfort. Your roommate had grown a little protective over you in the few months you had lived together. Namjoon was rarely affected or even bothered by your heats. Most of the time, he was lurking around the house, bored out of his mind and ready to fetch you whatever you desired.

You didn't want to ruin the first few moments of being back home.

"Oh," Namjoon says after a few moments of silence.

He doesn't say more than that, but you can sense the worry radiating off of him. You search his face and an unfamiliar expression flashes across it. It almost looks like a pang of jealousy, but you're sure you're mistaken. Namjoon could care less about what you were doing, right?

Namjoon shakes his head, and immediately you can tell that Namjoon doesn't believe you.

He searches for the exit and pulls you to it. He lets you lead him to your car, and the two of you make small talk along the way.

You ask him how his family was, what he did while he was away, and many more basic questions. He answered ordinarily, thinking a moment before speaking as he always did. He shot simple questions back at you, and you told him you spent the time doing the same as you usually had done.

Namjoon didn't bring it up again, but you were on edge. The weird scent was worse now that you were trapped in the car together. You kept your eyes focused on the road, trying not to think about it.

You clutched the wheel tightly, quelling the violent trembles racking your body. The time for you to take another dosage was near, but if traffic was good, you would make it. You turn up the volume on the radio, unable to stand the silence. You mindlessly let yourself sing, you're probably being obnoxious, but you're trying to keep your mind off of the aches.

Namjoon takes his phone out and tries to focus on something on the screen. You can tell the gears in his mind are busy trying to pay attention to anything other than you.

Namjoon probably was trying to figure out why you were lying and what was wrong. Your body was beginning to ache once more. You merely wanted to get home at this point. You could take another dose of suppressants and do your best to shy away from Namjoon.

Namjoon...

It seemed as if the man might pop a vein from trying to pay attention to his phone.

If he kept this up, you were going to have to tell him and let him be bitter. You couldn't take Namjoon worrying himself to death. Thinking about it now, this wasn't the best idea. It was a spur of the moment idea. An error.

When you first moved in with Namjoon, you had decided then to try to be the best roommate you could be. You were supposed to be roommates with an Omega initially, but that never worked out. You were in such a predicament at the time it was either Namjoon or the streets. Jin and Hoseok tried to explain to you that Namjoon was different, but you wouldn't accept it at first. After much convincing, you ultimately moved in with him. You had gone to the doctor and gotten everything you needed to control your heat. You decided then that you were going to break the needy omega stereotype. You weren't going to be annoying and in the way due to your biology.

Unlike what you expected, Namjoon made sure you were always comfortable. Those pills sat untouched in your drawer for months. You were never shoved in your room unless you wanted to be.

In the beginning, you thought that maybe you were just unattractive. Or something about your scent threw him off.  Namjoon was pretty vague when it came to explaining his reasoning, but according to him, it was because of his nose. He joked that his nose was broken, but you had a feeling it was something deeper than that.

Jin was the one who told you, rather than Namjoon himself.

Namjoon had been through... a lot, previously. Jin didn't give an incredible amount of details either. He summed it up by telling you it was a family friend who passed during her heat.

Turns out, Namjoon's nose wasn't as broken as he was playing it off to be, either. He could still smell everything, but it was dulled. Which lead to him being affected, but not harshly.

Abruptly, the music is turned down by Namjoon.

"Are you sick?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. Your mouth falls slightly agape, and you try to muster up an answer. Do you say yes? If so, will he be upset that you still came to get him? If you say no, then there's a chance that he will think you're lying and pressure you more.

The options are absolute shit, but you opt for the less suspicious option.  

"Yes," you mumble underneath your breath, not letting your eyes stray from the road in front of you. Being in heat could qualify as being sick. Right? Then that meant you weren't lying to him. Right? At least, when you were in high school, it counted as being sick.

You find the dial to turn the music up once more, but Namjoon's cool hand wraps itself around your wrist. Your heart flutters at the contact, and you draw your hand away from the dial.

Your heart always did this, regardless of whether you were in heat or not. You beat back your feelings with a broom every single day you woke up. It was a struggle.

Namjoon, you think, had dropped hints in the past that the feelings were mutual. You were never entirely sure, though. You weren't oblivious to it. Frankly, you were just... unsure.

Part of you figured you were only projecting your feelings towards Namjoon. He could be interested, but you didn't need to find out. You lived with him, and you didn't want to find a new place any time soon. If the two of you were to get together and then break up... Well, someone would probably want to move out. Considering Namjoon was there long before you... Well.

He was also your best friend, and you didn't want to lose that bond. Would he even be interested in remaining friends after all is said and done?

You knew the risks, but they entirely vanished and became irrelevant when Namjoon came into the picture. You repeated to yourself that you wouldn't date him, that you didn't have an interest in him, but deep down you knew that wasn't exactly true. If Namjoon were to admit feelings or want to try dating you, you would say yes. You had pondered the idea many times, and you always came to the same conclusion.

Your heart would win over your mind.

You place the hand back on the wheel. The beating of your heart is so loud, you nearly miss the words that Namjoon mumbles.

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me?

He lets his hand fall back to his lap and goes quiet.

You decide to ignore that, and let it roll off of you. Water off of a duck's back. You two of you spend the rest of the ride home sitting in silence, not daring to speak.

You step out of the warm car and into the frosty air. Although Namjoon refused your help, you took one of his bags to carry in. He followed you into the house, the traces of worry lingering in his expression. You set the bag down in the living room, and you can feel the heat symptoms creeping up faster and faster. The moment Namjoon makes his way into the kitchen, you take the opportunity to dash to your room.

You can't muster up a proper excuse for leaving, so you try to creep to your room as noiselessly as possible. You flick on the light and lock the door behind you. A wave of nausea hits you, followed by a stomach cramp.

Your rush to the suppressants, digging them from their hiding place. You open the bottle with shaky hands, trying to stop your heat before it could stop you. You pour out the maximum recommended amount into your palm.

Glancing around your room, you realize you forgot to get water. You would have to go and face Namjoon so you could get some. You bring your hand to your lips, ready to try and take them down dry. You double over in pain with a wince as another cramp rolls over you. There would be no disguising it now. It was too late.

Another spasm, and this time you drop to your knees with a groan, your lower half was becoming more and more drenched by the second. You gave up on latching onto the pills, dropping them and bringing your hands around your body. A noise caught your attention, and your eyes shot to the door. Footsteps.

Namjoon's muffled voice came from behind the door.

"Y/n, I brought you hot choc—"

For a moment, you think your heart is going to stop beating altogether. Namjoon is right outside of your door, and there was no way he didn't know. Fuck. That's what you were, fucked. You've just ruined his fucking day.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself down, but it backfired. The entire house smelt like Alpha. Your pulse skyrocketed once more. You expect him to say something or maybe ask you something, but he doesn't. You haven't heard the footsteps leave, so you knew Namjoon was still outside of your door. He was probably processing his next action or trying to piece together what had happened today.

You can't bite back the whimper that escapes you, and apparently, it makes Namjoon spring to life.  

"Y/n, baby. I need you to let me in. I know what's going on."

Namjoon's voice sounded rougher than usual. The pet name combined with the deep voice lit a fire in your loins. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, no doubt Namjoon could smell that too. It was humiliating for something as minuscule as a pet name to set you off like that. You clear your throat before you speak, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm fine, Namjoon," you answer.

"You waited too long to take your suppressants, didn't you?" he demands. You gulped nervously, guilt clouding your mind. Namjoon continues, "I'll take your silence as a yes. I assume you know how risky it is to take suppressants in the first place. Thousands of Omegas die a year because of suppressants."  

You don't reply, tears building up in the corner of your eyes. You hear Namjoon sigh and something clinks on the ground outside of the door. Presumably, its the hot chocolate he was bringing to you.

"I also assume you know it's even riskier when you take them and then forget to continue with them. The pain relief fades almost an hour before you should use them again, so I assume you're in even more pain than normal. Most Omegas start hurting so badly they can't even move soon after that, occasionally resulting in death."

The words make your chest ache. You put the pieces together, and it makes sense then. They get trapped in their rooms, and can't get help. Fuck. How long do they lay in pain? Laying there, with the knowledge that you could possibly die... All because of some fucking pills.

You knew the risks. You fucking knew that you would be in pain if you forgot them. You knew that you could even die. Why the fuck weren't you thinking? You've ruined everything. The entire point was to not cause Namjoon trouble. In the end, you've caused him more trouble by mindlessly throwing the pills down the hatch.

The chances you would genuinely die from taking these are still incredibly low. You were keen on the idea of laying around in pain for a week, though.

"What can we do?" You croak out.

"I'm not trying to scare you, baby. I only want you to be aware. Before it gets too bad, I need you to unlock the door for me. I'm speaking from experience, Y/n. Those Omegas can't reach their phone a lot of the time to call for help. They get lucky if they have someone in the house with them to check on them," Namjoon states.

You know he's right, you can feel it. "What do we do after that?" You grit out, trying to push yourself up and stand.

"It depends," he mumbles. "Well, at this point, you definitely shouldn't take more. When it's too late, it's too late. You go to the hospital, and they find you an Alpha. If it's somewhat under control, then they'll work to get your fever down and will let you naturally deal with the pain."

Your eyes widen, and you freeze. Find an Alpha? No—

"Y/n?" Namjoon calls. "You okay?"

"I can't," you whine, not making a move. Your heart was racing. You couldn't do it. You weren't about to be touched by a stranger, especially not one that's an Alpha.

"What? Y/n, open the door," Namjoon orders.

You try to ignore the internal tug that wants you to stand and go to the door. An Alpha could get rid of the pain, but you... couldn't. You would just have to deal with the pain. There wasn't a chance in hell you were letting a stranger touch you... Just... You couldn't. No.

Namjoon growls from behind the door, and you can hear him getting more and more frustrated by the second. You feel something wet drip down your face, so you reach up to touch your face.

When had you started crying?

"Y/n, you will open this door. Now."

This time, it's a command.

You had never heard Namjoon use his Alpha voice until now. The effect is instant and you're scrambling to get over to the door. You quickly find that you cannot stand. You physically couldn't, your legs were like jello...

So, you crawled.

You would have been humiliated any other day.

As much pain as you were in right now though, you didn't care. You crept to the door and reached up to unlock it for him. As soon as he heard the lock click, he was squeezing through the barely open door, trying not to hit you with it.

He sank down to your level, and you cast your eyes down to his shoes. He hooked his arms underneath your own and began lifting you from the ground.

You shuddered in his arms, a jolt of arousal rushing through you. Your face flushed, but Namjoon didn't seem to pay any attention to it. He understood it was just your natural reflexes. The pain was already melting away, just from the slightest touch. "I don't want to go to the hospital, Joon," you whimper. He moves you from the floor to your bed. You try not to pout as Namjoon unhooks his arms from under yours and steps away from you.

"You have to, Y/n. I don't want this for you," he replies, searching around your room for your shoes.

Before you genuinely can think about it, the words come out of your mouth.

"Please, help me," you blurt out.

He halts. He has halfway turned away from you but can see his face tinted red. You instantly feel regret and shame. The last thing you had ever wanted was to come off as a desperate omega, yet here you were. The tears picked back up, and you used your sleeve to wipe them away. The reason you were crying was sorely obvious. A sliver of your heart hoped that he thought it was due to the pain. You totally weren't crying because of the rejection.

He didn't have to say anything, his face said it all. He was just as surprised as you to hear those words leave your lips. He had no interest in you, you knew it.

"Sorry, ignore me," you spit out. Namjoon's expression twists into surprise as he faces you, and you avert your eyes away from his form.

"Y/n, no— I—"

You cut Namjoon off, "I didn't, I don't... Just forget it, please? For my sake, forget I said that. Take me to the hospital, please."

"Let me speak," he snarls, startlingly hostile.

You can imagine Namjoon's head is running wild with emotions. Guilt, worry, and now here you were spouting shit to make him flustered. It seems as if he's expecting you to interrupt him again, or he's trying to gather his thoughts. Either way, you stay quiet.

When he's sure you're going to let him explain, he begins.

"Don't get me wrong, I was just surprised. I'm perfectly happy with helping you. Well... I am when you begin thinking with your upstairs brain, I don't want you to have regrets. That's the only reason why I would rather take you to the hospital before it gets too bad."

"I developed a massive crush on you about the fourth month of living with you," you scoff. The pain is rattling you, but you try to focus on the task at hand.

The hesitation on Namjoon's face is still there. Were you really going to have to convince him that you loved him?

"You're fucking with me right now, right? Is it not evident just how in love I am with you? Namjoon, I would fucking let you obliterate me in every way and I would be okay with it."

You almost don't recognize your voice. You sound so... broken. You feel so vulnerable and out in the open. You've built up all of these walls, only to let Namjoon break them. You had initially tried to hide those feelings, but you were certain that Namjoon could see through you.

Was this his way of rejecting you? Was he trying to let you down easy? You would rather him just outright reject you. He's accusing this of being from your heat, but the emotions that you're feeling have been bubbling up for so long...  The aches and hurt from your heat paled in comparison to what your heart was feeling.

"Namjoon... Take a moment, think about it. My heat brought on the outburst, yes... This is something that goes further and deeper than lust." .

You shake your head, realizing that there was no point in saying anything else. All of those moments you thought the feelings were mutual? Nope. That was nothing, and the little insecure voice in the back of your head was right. You were sure Namjoon accusing those feelings of being lust was just a cover up for him not wanting to reject you. But...

You couldn't shake it. 

You knew the line between infatuation and love, and it wasn't as thin as everyone thought. You could write down every single little flaw of Namjoon.  You could write down all the little personality traits of his that didn't match yours. You could make a long list of all the shit that Namjoon has done to piss you off... Despite all of that, you still wanted to be with him with your soul, mind, and heart. The pros always outweighed the cons when it came to Namjoon.

Of course, you found Namjoon attractive. That wasn't what you craved, though. Your favorite memories all involved Namjoon... Even if you were just doing things as simple as the laundry, if Namjoon was there it was the highlight of your day.

"I love you," Namjoon blurts, eyes wide. You glance up at him through blurry vision and tilt your head to the side. You wipe the tears away just in time to see Namjoon inhale deeply. He shuts his eyes for a moment to calm himself. When he opens them again, there is a determination in his eyes that you don't understand. He was just rejecting you, but now he feels so guilty that he is saying he loves you when he clearly doesn't?

"I can't imagine living my life without you. I don't know when this feeling came over me, and I've shoved it away for far too long... For the longest time, I felt as if a piece of me was missing. That hole has been filled, but I've only recently realized it was you who filled it."

The corner of Namjoon's mouth quirks upwards ever so slightly.

"Hoseok said I was head over heels for you, but I thought he was joking. I guess it's been clear to everyone... We have so much to talk about, and I have so much more to say, but... I don't know how much time we have left."

Namjoon pauses, and it's apparent that he doesn't know what to do next.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You can't bring yourself to even whisper right now, so you nod instead. Your mind is racing, and you're trying to focus so you can work through all of this. Your body has other plans. At the mention of even being touched, a warmth spreads throughout you.

The determination in his eyes seems to shift into another emotion. They seem to glaze over, and cloud.

Specks of red began to appear in his eyes. Your eyebrows raise in shock as Namjoon's eyes bloom into a beautiful crimson. You were finally getting to see the part of Namjoon that he hid away so well. Namjoon approaches you, and it's as if he's a different person. There's a more smooth, and fluid way about his movements. There's an entirely different aura too.

Without thinking, you clambered your way to the head of the bed. Namjoon followed suit, making his way up to you. The ache of your heat begins to withdraw it's tendrils from you, vanishing slowly. There was desire pooling between your legs still, but the other effects from the heat were gone. It was as if your body knew what was about to happen, so it was prepping itself for him.

Then, Namjoon is directly in front of you.

On instinct, you bare your neck for him. You let your eyes drift closed, feeling Namjoon's hot breath against your neck. He brushes his lips gently across your skin, making your head swim. Namjoon doesn't mark you, just presses a soft kiss into the side of your neck. His strong hands tug and pull at your clothing until you are left bare against the sheets.

Namjoon strips down without your help, eager to get started.

He shuffles down the bed and parts your knees so that he can position himself between them. You want to close your knees and shy away from his gaze. Namjoon doesn't let you, instead, he makes a point to part them wider. He gazed up at you, and you were certain he understood the thoughts running through your mind.

He dips his head down and places a kiss on your inner thigh. "Perfect," he mumbles, pressing another peck onto your skin.

"You... don't have to... Oh, fu—!"

Namjoon doesn't let you have the chance to speak. He's already licking a strip along your center before you can get out the rest of your sentence. His plush lips parted and wrapped around your clit. Your sensitivity is through the roof, and just the smallest actions have you withering in pleasure. He locks one of your legs down by throwing his arm over your thigh. He shifts his weight down so your leg is motionless, and uses his free arm to move your other leg further up.

This way he has more room, and is able to keep you from flailing. You can't help but cry out when Namjoon's index finger slips inside of you. Your reaction apparently pleases him, because he hums around your clit. The vibration sends pleasure shooting up your spine, and you find your fingers wrapping themselves into his soft locks.

Another digit is added and it slides in easily. He works the fingers inside of you quickly, plunging in and out, searching for that one spot... It's when he curls his fingers upwards that he meets it, and a moan tears from your lips.

"Look at me, baby," Namjoon requests, voice hoarse with lust. You unclench your eyes just in time to see Namjoon move back to your core. He takes the sensitive bud into his mouth once more, swirling around it with his tongue. Namjoon holds your gaze, eyes still flooding in crimson.

Your abdomen is clenching and the warmth inside is ready to spill over at any moment.

"Joon, Joon— please—!" you whimper. Namjoon's teeth ever so slightly graze over your clit, and the sensation is enough to send your hurling towards your climax. He abuses the spot inside of you, letting you ride it out. Your limbs are trembling, but he still has your hips held down. He only eases off of you when you try to pull away from him, the sensations becoming too much for you to bare.

Namjoon plants a gentle kiss on your thigh, before moving up. He trails the kisses all the way up until he is met with your neck. Namjoon takes his time at your neck, making sure to leave a blooming mark there.

A few beats pass, and you're finally calmed down enough to speak.

...

.....

"So, Joon, are you secretly a wild lover or are you just being gentle with me?" you grin.

He cocks an eyebrow upwards, "Well, firstly, we weren’t done here. Secondly, you want wild? I'll show you wild—"

end notes: hello hi ty for reading this. im sorry this was really bad:’) i’m extremely stressed and this started off strong, but then i forgot the entire fucking point and said... weLl. lEt’s JuSt Write SmUt... but then i didn’t even finish the smUT JDLSKF its 4am gbYe

[axther]

Hiya, could I please get a BNHA matchup? Name’s Hearth, I’m a pansexual female INFP-T. I come off as confident but I’m really anxious and it shows at weird times (ie ordering food). I like reading, writing, anything art related, and psychology. I love getting to know people based on psyche stuff and match my sense of humour based on theirs. I like to bond through jokes, and come off soft and sort of sisterly to some, but my natural sense of humour is pretty dark and comes out at bad times.

Listen…i usually stick to 1-A bc I feel I don’t have the best grasp of any of the other groups?? But the Tamaki Amajiki love jumped out. I fear for my life 

#1 is…Midoriya! 

You read him (past tense) 

That’s the first thing that I thought of when I read your bio (thingie???) tbh 

You met him, and you read him

And you say something along the lines of ‘hey you look stressed (something, something psychology-based, science stuff) do you have something weighing you down’ 

And that day he was 👌 this close to cracking 

And he’s about to spill his whole life story to you in the middle of the hallway 

But he catches himself 

And accepts his fate 

Afterwards is wondering how the hell you had him like that so fast 

You two start talking 

And he’s in full-on awe 

You’re a strange form of gentle, and he thinks that you’re brilliant 

You can pick apart anyone you wanted 

And he thinks that glorious 

You even did it with Bakugou when he was talking smack to Midoriya 

And it was clear that you did it in Midoriya’s defence 

But you called Bakugou out on his insecurity and gave him some advice 

And midoriya would swear that he saw Bakugou writing in the journal that you suggested 

But of course, he wouldn’t sell Bakugou out 

It makes him proud that you didn’t let what Bakugou would do or say get to you

And it made him feel fuzzy that you came to his rescue like that 

Though part of him feels a bit upset that you thought he couldn’t handle it 

either way, you’ve got his heart feelin’ something 🥴

And eventually, he decides to ask you out 

He’s got to hype himself up

And before he realises what he’s doing

He’s texting you asking for advice on how to ask someone out 

And you tell him the basics 

And he starts doing the basics 

And that includes taking you on not-quite dates 

And you don’t really put two and two together until you look over your calendar and it’s just 

‘Midoriya, midoriya, midoriya, doctor’s appointment, midoriya, midoriya’ 

And you think ‘wow I’ve been going out with midoriya a lot’ 

‘Oh’

You best make progress soon otherwise he’s gonna be convinced he’s not doing enough 

You will wake up one morning to him holding a speaker and playing 雄英高校

(look it up on SoundCloud it’s worth it, I promise) 

#2 is…Jirou! 

Y’all met…? You two probably didn’t actually meet 

(it’s my personal h/c that you would have a healing based quirk, so this is me running with that) 

But one day after training she hears someone crying 

And naturally, she’s like ‘? hm?’ and goes to check it out 

And she sees a kid and you

Now

This kid is definitely banged up 

It almost looks like they had just been ganged up on?? 

And you’re healing the kid 

The kid is wailing about how he’s being bullied 

And you’re calming him down 

And you’re hugging him 

And jirou just thinks ‘…oh.’ 

Now 

She doesn’t really think anything of it 

Or she tries not to 

But you’re on her mind all week

She doesn’t know why 

But she just keeps on thinking back to how sweet you looked 

And how the kid stopped crying once you held him and rubbed his back 

You looked like a mother 

You looked beautiful

And kind 

And soft 

And 

Oh

It’s in English class when jirou literally says ‘yikes’ out loud and everyone’s like ‘???’ 

But here lies another problem 

She has to find you 

She lowkey starts asking around 

And people are getting mildly suspicious?? 

Like 

‘What do you want with Hearth?!’ 

‘You can always go to Recovery Girl 😒’ 

But once she gets your name it’s game over for the non-believers

She meets you and she asks about the kid and she asks about you 

And before y’all know it you two are dating 

(plot twist you two n the kid become U.A.’s resident family) 

#3 is…Tamaki!  

Like i said before 

I don’t think I have the best grasp of tamaki 😔✊🏻

But FUCK if I don’t think y’all fit together perfectly 

Let’s get the obvious out of the way

Yes!! You may be anxious!! 

But i have a feeling that if push came to shove that big sis side would take over!! 

And this would save Tamaki’s ass at some point probably 

For example 

Maybe some newer kids that don’t know about the big three are giving him a hard time 

And he doesn’t really speak up, yanno? 

But then you step in 

And you don’t look angry per se 

Just disappointed 

And honestly, that’s the most crushing part of it all 

But you scare them away

And Tamaki can’t really phrase it 

But oh my god is he grateful 🥺

After that you almost never see him 

And when you do he ducks out of sight faster than you could really be sure that he was there 

And it’s completely for lack of trying 

If anything, he’s literally trying to not see you 

You’ve engulfed his senses

And he’s terrified 

Everywhere he looks he’s pretty sure that he sees you 

It’s swarming him 

And he’s in a near-constant panic 

It takes Neijre and Mirio to snap him out of it 

He tells them what’s going on in a blind rush 

And instantly they’re like ‘😏😏’ 

At once, they (read: Neijre) hatch a plan to get you two together 

At first, it’s splendid! 

They got you two in the same room without Tamaki saying ‘aight, imma head out’! 

But then it went downhill

Naturally 

If you caught Tamaki’s eye

Then you caught literally everyone else’s eyes, too

So there’s a near-constant battle for your attention, and Tamaki is not loving it 

He feels like he’s failing miserably 

But then 

A golden light appears 

That light being 

His own evasiveness

Yeah you read that right 

You noticed he always seemed to be pushed aside, and you went after him one day

You asked him if he was okay, if he needed help, etc 

And his heart SWELLED 

He doesn’t know how he did it 

No, seriously, since he passed out after 

But that afternoon he woke up in Recovery Girl’s office 

With you by his side

And you said ‘good afternoon, honey’

And he fainted again 

And the story of how Tamaki Amajiki got a girlfriend and then fainted twice famed the halls of U.A., and also served as a motivation 

(If Tamaki can do it, so can you) 

Now the most important part 

Who’s gonna call for pizza when neither of you wants to go anywhere near the phone? 

[eksavestheworld]

Being a Teen Parent With Peter Parker Pt. 3

Peter Parker x reader

Part 1

Part 2

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You and Peter decided to keep your engagement a secret for a little while after that night

But then it completely backfired when Aunt Many came to the tower the next day to visit you guys and see the twins again

She was barely on your wing before she noticed the sizable ring on you finger

“Oh, congratulations!” But you and Peter are both really bad at lying so you kinda just blubbered

“What? Nothing to congratulate here.” “Yeah nothing at all,” you said as you hid your hand behind you back

But May didn’t get the hint that it’s a secret so she was literally like, “that’s clearly a wedding ring on your finger. You guys are engaged, right?”

At that point it was useless to deny it anymore in front of everyone so you guys just tell everyone then. “Surprise, we’re engaged!” You both said in unison

No one was even shocked were all happy for you and everyone started hugging both of you, which made Peter’s whole face red

Wanda and Nat appointed themselves as your wedding planners (with your permission of course)

Tony was excited for the very first Avengers wedding

Peter was excited to get married but worried about people finding out your and the babies identities because you guys would be in even more danger than you usually were if there’s a big wedding happening

It was obvious just seeing May sitting on the couch and holding them that Skylar and Violet loved May

She was so excited to finally have them here after 9 months

Somehow she was even more excited than at the hospital right after they were born

The team suggested that you guys get our and let them take care of the twins, but they were barely 4 full days old, so you and Peter were definitely not ready to leave them alone

But you guys fully trusted everyone at the tower, you just weren’t ready to leave them

Turns out May was just like Peter when it came to clothes and brought you guys a bunch of cute baby clothes (at this point the twins had enough clothes for the next two years)

Peter and May ended up playing dress up with the twins like little kids bc they had enough clothes to be baby dolls

And they kinda looked like it too

By the time they’re even a year old they’re gonna have a ton a photo albums of just them

May stayed at the tower for the day and hung out with everyone bc she still didn’t really like that Peter was Spiderman but accepted that that was part of his life

After a few hours of them playing around with Pet and May they started to get fussy and hungry again so you took Sky and fed her while Pete fed Violet with a bottle (you pumped it bc breastmilk is good for babies)

They fell asleep and Bucky same and kinda just commandeered them so the could go hang out and watch tv

They were already best friends with Bucky even through they weren’t even a week old

Tony just happened to pop in (yeah, that was definitely an accident) right before May left and suggested he walk her to the lobby

That night the babies were just being completely insatiable

Like they just wouldn’t stop crying

So Peter told you to go back to bed when he had the bright idea of siting in the bathroom with a shower on

They weren’t sick or anytime, but they liked the sound of it apparently

By the time the twins were asleep you were too

That was a relief for him to know that you’re sleeping

But also kind of a worry bc you’re not usually that tired to fall asleep so fast

But he figures it’ll go back to normal soon enough

He doesn’t want to put them down yet so he just walks around the tower while holding them bc he’s not tried yet surprisingly

They end up in the theater room watching reruns of Family Ties

By 1:00 am he’s finally tired so he gives each of them another bottles and changes them before he goes to bed

He got into bed an saw you and was just so happy with his life currently

He cuddle up to you and wrapped his arms around you

That boy was like a heater though, so you woke up from your combined heat

You woke up and smiled at him even though you were still kinda tired

You had no idea how long you’d been sleeping so you asked him, “what time is it?”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re tired. You can go back to sleep, the twins are ok for now and it’s late.”

You gratefully accepted it and got comfortable once again. “I love you, Webhead Spiderkid”

“Spiderman. And I love you too, meanie. I’m glad out life has turned out how it did.”

You barely heard him because you were pretty much already asleep

You woke up before Peter, but it was only around 4:00 so you decided to go check on the twins

BUT THEY WERE DUCKING GONE

You went bad to you bed just to make sure Peter didn’t bring them in there while you were sleeping

He hadn’t

You woke him up and we’re kinda of freaking out….and when you told him what happened he was freaking out too

You both ran up to Tony’s floor to tell him so he could put the building on lockdown or something

And in the process woke up everyone else

Tony wasn’t of his floor so you took the seemingly long ride to his lab in the basement while on the verge of tears

Peter hugged you and said that everything would be fine but it was obvious he wasn’t so sure about that himself

You got to the lab and saw him at a computer

“TONY, THE TWINS ARE GONE..THEY WERE THERE AND NOW THEY’RE NOT”

Tony didn’t even seem concerned and just looked at Peter like “really”

“You forgot to tell her, didn’t you?”

“Tell her wha- oh, yeah…I kinda forgot about that”

“Ok somebody tell me what the heck is happening!” At this point you were just confused and pissed and scared to your kids

“Y/n, the twins are fine. Peter here forgot to tell you about the tech we’re developing for their cribs. Basically, there’s a light on their bribes that makes it look like they’re not in them.”

Now you were more relaxed but still kinda confused

Peter figured he would help explain it. “It’s so that if anything ever happens in the tower, like some villain getting in, and we can’t get to them, they’kl be hidden from them.”

Ok that made more sense but you still had one question

“Ok I get all of that, but why the hell are they hidden now? No one is in the tower who shouldn’t be.”

Once again Tony look to Peter like “really?”

“Once again Peter forgot that it was set to test early in the morning…to avoid this whole ‘the babies are gone but they’re not really gone’ fiasco”

“Ok, that’s great, NOW TURN IT OFF.” You said as you were walking back to the elevator

Peter knew you were understandably mad so he didn’t follow you

“Sorry, babe,” he yelled as you walked away

“Duck off, Parker!”

You finally got back to the nursery to see two happy, sleeping babies in their cribs

You looked around on the cribs and you noticed the little laser light things on them

You picked each one up and fed, burped, and change them before Peter thought it was safe enough to come back to your room

When he got back he was clearly still sad that he worried you that much, but you knew it was a complete accident

You were rocking Violet while Skylar was in her little swing

No one in your little family was sleepy so you and Peter decided to go to the kitchen to find some breakfast

He had frozen waffles and you had Frosted Mini Wheats (with whatever milk you usually use)

After breakfast you guys went to the theater room and watched a movie

Everyone else was up by 7:00 am, but we’re confused as to why all of you were

Peter told the story of what had happened earlier and everyone ended up laughing

It was their day off so everyone ordered their favorite foods and joined you for a movie day

Part 4? Lemme know if I should keep going with this plz!

Requests are open and encouraged!

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To Kiss A Girl- Davey Jacobs x Reader

alright so i guess im just gonna post davey fics until ben fankhauser falls in love with me??

requested by anon, so sorry for the delay! these go alongside my college headcanons from the other day, and i most definitely am going to rewrite this in the future with better structuring, but i wanted to get this out asap!

please listen to "to Kiss a Girl" when you read bc itll make so much more sense i promise

as always my inbox is always open

warnings: drinking

Hey! Y/N! Get a pape from your favorite newsie?" Jack yelled from across the quad. You laughed and made your way towards him. winter break was over, and today was the first day of the last quarter of the school year. Your last class of the day had just gotten out, and you were already exhausted from the amount of work you knew you'd have before this year was out. "Katherine's still got you passing out the school newspaper for her?" you asked, taking the paper and sliding it into your bag. "My girl just made rising editor in chief for next year" he beamed, and you smiled at how in love with her he was. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts, however, when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and turned to see Davey. "Hey, study night at the library?" He asked and when you nodded he dropped his arm and blushed at the instinctive contact. It was a common occurrence for the two of you to spend countless days studying and talking while the rest of your gang was out getting into trouble somehow. Jack chuckled at the awkward exchange. "Well well, if it ain't the other half of the loveboids" he greeted Davey, winking and slugging him on the shoulder. You rolled your eyes. "Shouldn't you be off fawning over Katherine like a lost puppy somewhere?" you teased and Jack playfully shoved you. " ah come on, you two knows there's something goin on here! You twos have even kissed!" He accused, waving his hands around wildly, gesturing to the small space between you and your best friend. You couldn't help but look down and smile at the memory, but you quickly recovered as Davey went still. "It was New Years, Jack. And I seem to recall you getting us tipsy on champagne, and then pushing me into him as the ball dropped" "I elped a little, but you twos were the one who did it!" He protested. You smiled and shook your head. "I know there's no point to arguing with ya, even if I'm right, so I'm just gonna leave now" you laughed. Jack smirked at the glare Davey gave him and you pulled him away before he could get too annoyed. "Sorry i wasn't much help back there" he muttered once you were out of Jacks hearing range. "Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself" you laughed. The rest of the walk was full of conversation about how Davey finally got to see Les during winter break and your crazy family stories. The two of you instinctively made your way to your table, in the back of the library by the law books no one ever needed so no one would bother you. You hadn't even bothered to stop at your dorm and grab any textbooks, you knew that you and Davey would probably wind up talking so much that nothing would get done-it was rare for the two of you to have been apart for this long. "Why'd you want to study?" you asked as Davey pulled out his laptop. "Have you even been assigned anything yet?" "No" he admitted, "Im just stressed. You know how I took that music composition class last semester?" You nodded and he continued "well our final project was to write a full length song but our class was struggling so much that the professor gave us winter break to finish it. But now, I have to perform it in a week and it's no where near good enough" You laughed as he ranted. "Davey, you're an amazing writer. I'm sure it's amazing, even though you refuse to let me hear it." He shook his head. "There's no way you're hearing it" "at least play it for me then?" You countered, and knowing that you wouldn't stop until he did, Davey slowly got up and made his way towards the piano in the lounge of the library, where students were free to relax and play anything they wanted. He sat down and began to play the most beautiful melody you had ever heard. You stared at him as his hands moved all over the keys and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You thought back to what Jack had said, about New Years Eve.

You and the gang of boys Davey and Jack had gathered had decided to go home for Hanukkah and Christmas, but come back to school for a New Years Party to end all New Years Parties (according to Spot Conlon). You had showed up to a pretty little club to find the boys drinking like no tomorrow, save for Davey who was in the corner waiting for you. As the two of you spent the night in conversation, Jack got more antsy as the night went on, telling the both of you that tonight was the time to finally get together about every twenty minutes, and the two of you had rolled your eyes and laughed his drunken shpeals off each time. Two minutes to midnight he had pressed glasses of champagne and probably something else into your and Daveys hands, and pushed the two of you together. You fell into Davey and his hand went to the small of your back as your hand grabbed his shoulder for support. Taking a sip of champagne and setting the glasses down, the two of you maintained eye contact, still pressed against each other. You couldn't speak, mesmerized by his eyes, by the way he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room. As Jack screamed the countdown, you decided to screw it and quickly pressed your lips to his. It was only for a moment, a single kiss, but he kissed you back and you felt every firework and sparkle that had been promised to you by corny love songs and cliche movies. The Newsies yelled and cheered once the two of you pulled away, staring at each other like you were meeting for the first time. Once the boys finally dispersed to go and taunt Jack and Katherine, who were very publicly making out in the middle of the dance floor, you turned to go with them, but Davey grabbed your hand and pulled you back to his chest. Before you could ask what was wrong, he cupped his hands around your face and kissed you. The two of you stayed like that, kissing painfully slowly, lips moving together in perfect sync, knowing that once you pulled away this would all end. After several minutes you had to break the kiss, and when your eyes met there was absolutely no denying that you were in love with this boy and always had been.

But you hadn't done anything about it. Davey walked you to your dorm, made sure you got to your bed safely, and left. When you woke up the next morning, there was a glass of water and an aspirin on your desk and a text message on your phone from Davey, apologizing for leaving so soon but he had to catch his train back home, and apologizing for last night. You had stayed in bed, silent tears moving down your face, because the boy you loved was sorry he kissed you and there was nothing you could do about it. "Y/N?" Daveys voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and quickly wiped away a tear you hadn't realized was forming. "Sorry," you laughed softly. "Just, God, Davey, that was beautiful. So so beautiful" He blushed and thanked you, quickly walking back to your table. "So when do I get to hear the actual lyrics??" you asked slyly. "Never." He responded flatly. "Come onnnn Davey, Im your best friend" you pouted, making him laugh. "Its just, personal, okay?" he said defensively. "Mm hmm, okay. But there's nothing that you can't write amazingly, and nothing you can't sing because I have 100% heard you singing in the shower so there's no denying that Davey Jacobs. And if you don't want me to listen to it, then fine, but nothing is going to change the fact that it's probably already my most favorite song ever" you told him sincerely, and he blushed, still not used to your compliments after years of friendship.

But it really wasn't fine. Because you couldn't let it go.

"Okay just tell me what it's about" you begged, lying upside down on Jacks bed as Davey cleaned up his side of the room. "Nope" he smirked and you groaned in agony. "Davey come on there's nothing I don't know about you" "You don't know what I'm gonna sing" he laughed and you threw one of Jacks pillows at his head. "Davey come on I'm literally dying. Is it about me? About Jack? About your hidden love for girly Starbucks drinks?" you jokingly guessed, standing in line at your local Starbucks. Davey recited both of your orders and then turned back to glare at you. "Y/N I'm seriously not telling you. It's personal and stupid and once I get my grade I'm never speaking of it again, okay?" he sighed as the two of you walked to class. "That makes me incredibly sad because I know everything you do is ridiculously amazing" you smiled, and he only rolled his eyes.

After a week of begging and unsuccessfully bribing, Davey's performance day was here and you still weren't even told where it would be. That was, until Jack came pounding on your door. "Y/N! So a friend of Katherine's is in Daveys music class and a friend of hers is the stage manager for the theatre they're using and if we go right now then we can get there in time to sneak in!" he yelled, and you had barely grabbed your coat before you were out the door. Jack was the only person as impatient as you, and Daveys secrecy had been driving him crazy as well. The two of you made it to the school theater in record time, sneaking in to the back entrance that had been left open for you. You two made your way to the back of the house, and ducked into the last row of seats as Daveys name was called. He shyly walked up to the piano, and began to play the melody you had heard just the week before. His face slowly relaxed as he calmed his nerves, and hesitantly he began to sing. You were immediately stunned. His voice was pure and perfect, echoing off the walls. And then he got to the chorus. You felt Jacks eyes land on you, but you couldn't look away from Davey. Was he really singing about you? Could he really have felt the same way? You barely blinked, smiling wider than you thought possible, tears pooling in your eyes. And right before the final chorus, Davey turned to look out into the crowd and your eyes met. With a mix of both fear and confidence that only he could have, he belted out the final notes, and as he finished the song, you ran up to the bottom of the stage as the professors and the rest of the class burst into applause, Jack cheering the loudest. Davey made his way down to you from the stage, and all of his embarrassment melted away as he saw the look in your eyes. He ran up to you and you didn't hesitate to grab his collar and pull him into you, kissing him like you had been waiting to for so long. His hands wrapped around your waist and he deepened the kiss, the applause growing even stronger. There was no countdown or champagne, but you knew this was a new beginning for the both of you.

[impala-dreamer]

NJCon Through A Dreamer's Eyes...

My Memories of the weekend. It’s long, so it’s under the cut.

I know I’m going to forget things, but here’s what I remember most: (in no logical order)

Jason Manns is a really cool dude. We had a few moments that made me think some thoughts. My selfie with him is one of my fave pics from the weekend. We’re totally in love. Lol.

Emily Swallow is a beautiful bird who has been magicked to us from the 1970s and I want to have a sleepover girly party with her and I told her as much. She’s beautiful.

I’m fairly certain that Kim Rhodes and I are the same person.

I want to bed Brianna. And I have no shame in saying that.

Ruth Connell is the most adorable being to ever walk the Earth AND she can fucking sing like an angel and I want to put her in my pocket to keep her forever.

Shoshanna is an absolutely beautiful soul. Her panel was incredible and I cried through most of it. Immediately bought an auto with her afterwards and I’m so happy that I got to meet her. She’s just… an exceptional human being.

Louden Swain!!! So… this is funny. I have always loved Mike. He’s adorable. I said as much when they took the stage on Friday, and April (who just met my husband) says, “Yeah, because he’s an Asian version of Bill (my husband)” to which i was like “Naw…. OH MY LORD you’re right!” lol. I even sent Bill and picture and he goes “Yeah, that’s me!” lol. So… I go to get my CD signed, and I was going down the line and I said “Hi” to Billy, bc … whatever. He gets enough attention. I told Steven about my 10 year old being a drummer and he was like “Awe, cool!” And then.. I get to Mike. I put my hands on the table and leaned over and said: “You wanna hear the most awkward thing you’ll hear all weekend?” He looks up and says “YES!”. “I love you and you’re adorable and I just realized it’s because you look just like my husband.” And he turned pink and giggled. I walked away very proud of myself! Lol.

Jake Abel. Jake… Abel…. He grew up, dude. Wow. That man… is gorgeous. His panel was awesome and we all walked away with a twinkle in our eyes. Well, then we get to his autograph, and April is all cute and nice to him. I get up and lean down on the table (this apparently is my “you listen here, sonny” move of the weekend) and I said, “You sir, are incredibly charming. You panel was great.” And he said “I love compliments! Keep them coming!” April chimes in with “You converted her! She hated Adam!” And I was like “Hold up, I don’t HATE Adam… OK, I did… “ Turn back to Jake and wag my finger at him and go, “You are charming as fuck. Keep it up” And he laughed. He’s fucking charming, and he needs to know that. Lol

JDM: That man OOZES testosterone. I don’t even like him, but he walked passed me and April and my knees actually buckled. He is SEX on legs. I’m not even exaggerating. And he’s so sweet and kind and just amazing.

Rachel Minor was beautiful and so sweet and just a lovely person. Her panel was great and she was truly excited to see everyone. For her autograph, I don’t know what happened, but I just about started to cry, so I turned my face away and she said “No, No, it’s OK” And she grabbed my hand and squeezed me a bit. She was so … she’s just a kind unicorn and that’s the end of that. I will love her for the rest of my days.

Karaoke was LOUD and hilarious. Emily was my favorite thing ever and she wore a Tiger costume and did the running man. She is literally adorable.

SNS- AMAZING. Like, I could probably do 3K just on that, but I won’t. Just know it was very emotional for me and I cried hard. HARD.

MARK SHEPPARD: He was my first photo op. I was a little nervous, but I pushed through. I walked up and said “I have always loved you, Mark.” He smiled and I went to hug him, but he turned me and pressed his cheek to mine for the photo. He was solid and real and I was like “Holy crap”. After the photo, he’s still got his hands on me and I said, “We’re all going to miss you.” And he squeezed my shoulder. I walked away, hit the door and started crying. I don’t know what it was, or why, but I cried. He has been in every single show I’ve ever loved, and … he’s just… MARK. So cool. His panel was FUCKING HILARIOUS AND I LOVE HIM. My auto with him: I have my box ready to sign, but I have a specific place I need J2M2 to sign it, because I’m insane. So… It went something like this:

Me: Hi Mark!Mark: Hi. (kinda smile. He goes to sign the top and I waved my hand over it)

Me: No! Could you please sign on this side?

Mark: No.

Me: Please?Mark: Where?

Me: Here (shows spot)

Mark: No.

Me: Please?Mark: Why?Me: Because I need you to sign in here.

Mark: Why?Me: Because I love you.

Mark: No.

Me: Fucking Sign It!Mark: Well, tip it up!Me: THANK YOU!

Mark: *Smirk*

It was magical and I love him so much.

MISHA COLLINS: I woke up Saturday morning and my first thought was MISHA!!! So… I go in for the auto, and amazingly I’m not too nervous. I see him standing there and I think “fuck, he’s skinny” lol. I watch him do his thing, some girl jumps on his back, another does a silly pose. Then these girls are asking him to do something and he’s saying ‘no’, he doesn’t want to, but they insist, and so they pose with him “smacking” their asses. It kinda seemed like he wasn’t happy with it. So, anyway, I get up and I’m like “Hi Mr. Collins!” And he says Hi, and then I was like “Um… dealer’s choice.” So we smushed together and he gave like a finger gun. It was cute, but I walked away kinda disappointed. Like, he wasn’t MISHA. It was weird. Later at his panel he explained how he’d been traveling for like 17 hours to get there and had taken a sleeping pill and then not slept on the plane, so apparently not-Misha was just exhausted-Misha, so I gave him a pass. We’re cool again. He’s still Misha. BTW- we got TWO Misha panels because of a JDM time issue on Sunday and it was awesome. He is … well… Misha. He’s funny and filthy and I love him. Sigh.

His auto: I had him sign “Sam’s side” of the box. Because I know Crowley and Sam hate each other, so I split up my Destiel for Sam’s sake (did I mention I’m insane? OK, cool)

He goes to sign THE TOP! So I said “i’m so sorry, I gotta direct you to sign over here” and he kinda was like “Fuck you, I do what I want” But he did. IN GOLD. Everyone else signed in silver, but Misha used GOLD because… it’s fuckin’ Misha. Anyway… I said “I know you must be exhausted, but thank you so much for being here. You are fucking amazing.” And he looked up… and Winked that big-ass, Misha wink. And I was like “fuck yeah” Misha.

JENSEN ACKLES: What do I say about Jensen? Do I describe how I could barely look him in the face? I guess I’ll be honest and tell the truth as it happened to me….

I shared an op with my Stephie (bless her for snatching that up for us). I was fine on line, we get in the room and I start freaking out. Halfway up the line I turn to her and say, “I don’t feel good” And she goes “You’re fine” and I’m like, “I am. I got this.”

Then I feel it. I know I’m going to cry. It’s so tight in my gut and it’s working it’s way up. Now, my fear before hand was being taken out of line in my Jared op, so for this to be happening for Jensen kinda shocked me. So, I finally see him, and I grabbed Steph’s arm and I remember saying “THIGHS” lol. But then all hell breaks loose inside of me. I start shaking and the tears are coming. We get two away, and I spin around away from Jensen and say aloud, “I AM NO OK!” So the I’m Alive lady steps towards me, but Steph calls her off and just spins me back around, has her hand on my back and she’s like “It’s OK, bring it down. You got this.” And SOMEHOW I managed to suck it all up and walk over to Jensen.

Now, here’s where it gets blurry. I look up at his face and I go, “Oh My God!” And I run to him. He opens his arms, and I duck under one, and Steph the other. I have my arm around his back and I didn’t know what to do with my hand, so I shoved it up under his arm. Lol. So I’m… in Jensen’s pits. And … I took a deep breath. (did not like his smell. Don’t hate me. It did not agree with my nose. lol) Anyway… then I said thanks and walked out. NOW- STEPH Says That I also said “I WANT TO SQUISH YOU!” But I clearly blacked out, because I do not remember that. Anyway, next thing I know, we are standing outside (edited for adult content) and I am full on panic attack. My entire body is shaking. My stomach is quaking, I can’t breath. I’m just clinging to the balcony bricks like “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” and I takes me about thirty mins to calm down. I go back to the room and kick April out and I just cried. Like, full on, sobbing tears. Then, dried off, took a shot of whiskey and moved on with my life.

I met Jensen twice more that day, but I’ll save those for later.

JARED PADALECKI: I was not nervous. I was not emotional. I got online, and I was fine. I saw his shoes first. And then as we got closer, his legs, then his hands, and then finally his face. I started to get a little choked up, but the girl behind me was full on crying, so I turned and said to her “You listen to me, Jared is a ray of sunshine and he’s about to make everything ok” And she calmed down. I think telling her to stop crying actually kept me from crying. OK. So…

The song playing when we walked in was Bad Company “Shooting Star” And I was air guitaring to keep my hands from shaking. Then it changed to Tiffany “I think we’re alone now”, and Jared did the BOOTY DANCE!!! And I died a little.

Then he gets a phone call. He says “i’m so sorry, it’s the wifey” So he steps back a bit and answers, then he’s talking to his kids and his face is just… he’s so smiley and happy and peaceful. He kept coming back to the line like “i’m so sorry, just a sec” and we were all like “do what you gotta do dude” I could watch him talk on the phone forever.

Then… right next to me Rachel shows up from the back door to say hi. And he drops to his knees and is talking to her, and he’s so focused and loving and they chat and I’m just like “Is this man for real?” He is.

He comes back to line finally and walks towards the giant light and says “I’m Burning up!” And lifts his shirt to fan himself and there it is: Padabelly. I saw his light brown leather belt and a tiny tiny line of his Saxx and I … yeah. Anyway…

So I get up to him and he turns to me and smiles so beautifully and I said “Hi!” And he says “How are ya?” And I said “I’m aldhflUKeglKShg”. A weird squeak comes out and I just lunge at him and bury my face in his chest. So he kinda shrugs and we take a hug picture.

I walked away… I swear to god I have never felt so happy in my whole life. It was like my body was floating on a cloud. My heart was full of cotton candy and unicorns. Jared was so genuine, and enjoying being there and so so happy. And if Jared Padalecki is happy, there is nothing wrong in the world.

We made it back to the hotel room and I burst out singing and dancing “I’ve got everything that I need, right in front of me” And I think I scared April, but it was appropriate. I was so so happy.

More on Jared coming up.  

J2 Panel was awesomesauce. I’m sure you’ve all watched it.

J2 Photo Op: I was cool as a fucking cucumber. I walked up to them like “sup, bitches?”. Lol

Jared was closest. He turns and smiles and says “hi!” And I go “Hi again!” And I go over to Jensen and I said, “Could I do the selfie pose, please?” And he seemed kinda annoyed, maybe because I was all smiley with Jared and not him, but whatever. So he signals to Chris and they set up. I pull Jared’s sleeve and he leans his ear down to me and I said, “I got your Bedazzeled reference right away. I was the person laughing.” And he went “Nice!” And laughed that ‘tossing head back’ laugh and I died a little more. I MADE JARED LAUGH!. OK… so we take the picture and then I thank them and I’m out. I LOVE THIS PICTURE SO MUCH! And I got Jensen smoulder!! Yesssss.

OK, so… lots of panels, lots of stuff. Awesome time.

But the end of the evening Sunday, I was totally exhausted and we hadn’t eaten like, all weekend. So I’m delirious. Apparently… tired + hungry = Beka goes Nuts. And in that insanity, I apparently decided that I hate Jensen. He took the brunt of all of my exhaustion. Irrational anger flowed towards that man well into the midnight hour. Just “God, I wanna… grrrrrr…. Fuckin’ Ackles!!” No reason, no explanation, just irrational annoyance with that poor poor man. LOL.

JARED AUTO: In line, there’s like three people crying hysterically and telling him their sob stories and I’m like “OH For Fuck’s Sake” So I turned to Bronwyn and I’m like “I gotta make him laugh” Because I’m just like that. I gotta lighten the mood. So I go up and show him the box. I opened it up and he looks and smiles “oh cool!”. I’m like “could you please sign on Sam’s side?” And there was a little confusion, because the box is the front of Impala, so it’s kind of backwards. So he’s like “here?” and i’m like “no, here” so I reached around it and pointed and he put his hand over mine and was like “Ok, cool” And JARED TOUCHED MY HAND!!

So he signs and I said “Thank you so much for Sam and for all you do.” And he smiled and looked me in the eyes and I go, “I just love you!” And… kissie faced him. As in, I smushed up my lips and blew him three quick kisses. He laughs and smiles and I quickly move away. APPARENTLY as I’m not looking, he kissie faces me back and goes “Love ya!” Of course I missed that. Stupid Beka. lol.

JENSEN AUTO: As I mentioned, I hate him by now. Just… “Goddamn it Jensen” for no reason.

So we get up to him and I hand him the box and I said “Good Evening, sir.” And he says “Hi.” he signs and I go “Thank you.” And walk away. Because… I have nothing to say to him. Lol. Poor Jensen. I kinda want to send him an email like “sorry I hated you for 6 hours for no reason” lol. I can’t even believe myself. I couldn’t look him in the face because he’s so beautiful but damn it, if I didn’t wanna pop him in the nose. Future Reference: EAT AT CON you stupid Beka. EAT. lol

So… That’s that. I will say, now that I’ve eaten and rested a bit, I no longer hate Mr. Ackles. Which is good.

I’m sure I forgot loads of stuff, but that’s what I need to get out right now.

In summary: Jared is exactly what you think he is. He’s light and love and hope and beauty and I will never not be totally in love with him.

And Jensen is Tired!Beka’s arch enemy. Who knew?

;)