#sadly i don't have a wife to sleep next to

[whatasillymoss]

I actively refuse to process the vengeance saga until tomorrow

my brain just

can't

[bunnysthirstcorner]

A short and spicy DinoClassico X reader/oc : Dino gets possessive and jealous after a gala meeting in which other vamps seemed a bit too friendly with his woman!

Warnings: Posessive!Dino, some spice as well as general red flagness that this man is known for.

I had alot of fun with this! I hope it was what you wanted.

The air was sweet; Sickingly sweet.

The Aristocrat hated the rich perfumes that the wealthy women wore. His poor vampiric senses could only take so much but despite this he could tell where his beloved 5th and final wife was at due to the perfume he gifted her, almost like a clear fresh air amongst the decadence of Aristocracy. He had gifted each of his wives this smell so he could tell where they were; Only letting him know when the smell was gone so was the wife. 4 times he endured this and with the advice of his butler, he agreed to marry for the 5th time but he will do so on his terms.

This is where his final wife came into picture; His favorite due to being his choice. He was rather possessive of her as she wasn't of vampire blood but human. A very logical human at that. His son and heir adored her so he decided to keep a closer eye on her during these parties and to his ire; It brought other lords to her like moths to a light due to her being approachable. In the back where he lurked, hunched over as his tired eyes were watching intently as one particular lord places his hand on her shoulder as if they were old friends.

Sickening. Improper.

With the hour from the clock alerted him of the time, he made his move to his wife where he gave a glare to the other lord that spoke 'back off' as he has his hand on her elbow to get her attention.

"Dear, we need to get going, I got message that we need to arrive home." He replied and with not knowing better, his wife agreed and hurried with her goodbyes and left. Once in the carriage was when she asked what the issue was, it was when he took a gloved hand of hers and peeled the glove off. "Oh, its nothing." He replied as this resulted her in tilting her head before she felt a sharpness sinking into her wrist.

Dino took a taste of her rich blood

"Those lords where swarming over what was mine, I didn't think you'd allow such attention....Maybe I should keep you on a shorter leash..." He replied with a cool venom in his tone that spore of his ilk of his previous feelings at the gathering. "What? Dino, dear, don't think that way" You replied in defense as the firm grip he had kept hold on your wrist. "I was only being polite. I never grew up in this life, I didn't want to disgrace the Classico name by being rude." She reasoned, her tone assuring as was her warm gaze onto his.

His eyes looked to hers to see if her words were false but low, they spoke the truth. Licking the ruby off of his thin lips, he gave a small peck to the spot he bit to then have gloved fingers keep the injury from flowing. He didn't speak but his hold spoke of his settled emotions as he looked to her before he leaned to her neck, inhaling the fresh scent before his tongue licked at her pulse point. He could smell her delicious life force as it caused his fangs to itch for a bite but he refused. He wanted her human a bit longer before taking The cursing bite of immortality.

He has to be sure she will stick around.

"D-Dino..." You replied with a small gasp. Your neck has always been a sensitive spot which resorted a small chuckle from him as he then parted, sitting next to her as he released his hold on her wrist. The spot was red but it didn't hurt as much due to his touch.

"When we get home, Go to the bedroom....I will make sure those lords know that you're Lady Classico , not some Debutant to swarm over." he said as the carriage was up the road to the mansion. You felt your cheeks grow hot and pink from the promise of the rare union in bed. 'Would he really keep his promise?' You thought. Surely he's as tired as you are and won't be as energetic.

Sadly, you don't get much sleep that night. It was worth the ache of his back.

[babbling-idiot]

Could you please write Gregory house imagine, being his wife and coming home to him trying to bath and bed time with your baby?

This morning, Greg practically pushed you out of the house, stating that it was his time alone with the baby. Sure, House being the emotionally stunted guy he is, somehow someway enjoys taking care of your baby. No, he is not the baby's father. That doesn't stop him from practically melting each time he has the baby in his arms. He told you, when you first started dating that no matter what, he would try. He would do anything, and everything he can to make this relationship work. He had already told you all about his past relationships and even warned you about himself.

Of course, you didn't head those warning and merely dove head first. He doesn't know what you see in him. He is happy to call you his though. So, when you left this morning, he was excited. He was there with the baby every time they cried. He would even put on some music, low volume of course, and would walk around the house. He would sway softly and soon the baby's eyes would droop. But, it's not that easy. You see that was one of the two things he could not figure out. He was having a tough time.

It was hours of this. Back and forth trying to get the baby to nap, swaying to music, a bit of feeding her and there. But not once did the baby even get close to sleep. It was time for you to be home. House had no idea how much time had passed but he was sure he had it all under control. You see he decided to give the baby a bath. It was going smoothly. When you walked into your home, you could house talking. Mostly some medical stuff you weren't too sure about. When you put all your things away and started towards the bathroom you could hear House talking. The door was cracked open and when you got close enough you caught sight of them. He was pouring some water over the top of the baby's head and the baby was laughing. He started to smile and only a few more minutes passed before he was picking the baby up out of the bath.

You figured scaring House while he held your baby in his hands wasn't the best option so you quickly and quietly made your way to the living room. When he walked out he didn't even realize you were there. He went straight to the baby's room and laid them down. It was a few moments till he walked out. He slowly and carefully closed the door and started to walk away. His hand holding on to his thigh, as he tried to quietly walk away. He only got a few feet till he looked up and saw you. He was startled but had a happy smile crossing his face.

"When did you get home? I didn't hear you."

Shrugging you extend a hand to him, inviting him to the couch. He takes it and sits down.

"Just a few minutes ago. I could hear you in the bathroom. Figured I would just wait over here while you got them down."

He huffs out a sigh of relief.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you. If I'm being honest I think I'm getting this whole baby thing figured out."

He says as he nods his head in pride. Sadly, as if the baby could hear his every word, they started to cry. His happy, prideful smile drops and he closes his eyes.

"They were like this all day, I couldn't get them to nap at all. I'll be right back."

He says as he tries to get up, before he can even try your hand stops him.

"Let me give it a try."

You get up and walk to the room. Walking in, you scoop the baby up and start to rock them. In no time at all the baby finally falls asleep. Laying the baby down you walk back to House and sure enough he has a look of bewilderment plastered on his face.

"How?"

Shrugging you sit back next to him. He looks at you waiting for a reply. You hesitate.

"Come on, witchy woman! Spill the beans."

Laughing you shrug again.

"I don't know. You'll get there soon enough though I can feel it. Just don't give up."

He scoffs and it slowly turns into a yawn. He shakes his head.

"Never."

He says as he leans his head on your shoulder. Funnily enough, like the baby, he too is out like a light and is lightly snoring on your shoulder.

[bkglovergirl]

♡𓂃Fake it till you make it

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲 Taking Todoroki's advice, you finally confront Bakugou, and it works! Now you and Todoroki are closer than ever, and you make some progress with Bakugou.

Word Count; 2.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

It’s morning—about 5 a.m., to be exact. Is this a normal time you wake up? Most of the time. You're in the kitchen cooking yourself breakfast, and it's quite more than you normally eat, but you didn't go to bed with dinner last night. Humming a small tune, you take some milk out of the fridge, and you can’t help but be surprised by how well-stalked the house is. You make a mental note to thank whoever paid to get everything filled because God knows you wouldn't have. Being so distracted, you don't notice the sound of your new roommate leaving his room, and it takes you even longer for you to notice him standing at the entrance of the kitchen watching you. “Did you make me any?” being surprised, you accidentally touched the hot pan, completely missing the handle.

“Ow!” you hiss turning to Bakugou, “Alright asshole don’t sneak up on me like that! And no I didn't make you any, why the hell would I?!” You notice Bakugous eyes trail down your body and with that, you look down yourself. Your pink lace nightgown. It is your normal clothing but couldn't you have changed before you went around the dorm?! It's showing off your legs and thighs and that's more than anyone has seen of you. You blush looking back at Bakugou, “Hello earth to Bakugou?!” his attention is back on your face and he walks towards you.

“Well, aren't you my wife now? You are supposed to make me breakfast.”

“You said you didn't wanna wife as I recall.” Bakugou takes your hand and turns on the sink faucet moving your hand to be under the cool water. Being close to him you now notice his lack of shirt. You turn your face away thinking that the stove is much nicer to look at. Your scoreboard goes back to zero but neither of you notice.

“If it gets me breakfast that I don’t have to make, I’ll give you the title for an hour.” His voice is low. With how early it is and him just waking up, it’s much nicer than his day voice and his ear-bleeding yelling.

“Well, I didn't make you shit.” with that, you move your hand away from him and Bakugou shuts off the faucet.

“I'm the one who bought all the food, so I should at least get breakfast!” He raises his voice a little. It's possible that it's too early for even him to yell. “And there is no first aid here, so you need to deal with that at the nurse.” Bakugou makes a mental note to buy a first aid kit, as he's come to the conclusion that you are very clumsy even now.

“You bought the food?” You turn the stone off so as to not burn the eggs.

“Yeah? Did you think it just appeared?!”

“No, I thought the school board got some staff to do it!?! I don't know!!” Bakugou laughs at you as you grab two plates. Grabbing them, your nightgown goes up, and Bakugou takes no time to notice and stare. You evenly distribute the food you made. Sadly, you won't get any extra food to make up for the missed dinner, and you guess that even if you tell Bakuugou, he selfishly won’t care. “Here, this is the last time I make you anything.” you move past him and sit on the couch. He follows after sitting next to you with some distance. Bakugou won’t admit it but the food is actually pretty good. “So why are you up so early? I thought Mr oh great Bakugou had a tight sleep schedule.”

“I do and this is part of it.”

“You are such a grandpa and it’s embarrassing!” You laugh at him obnoxiously and he makes a face at you clearly annoyed but why should you care? 

“DON’T CALL ME A GRANPA BITCH! YOU ARE UP TO!” and with that you can’t help but fall on your back in a fit of laughter, your feet hitting Bakugou's leg and kicking him but he pretends to not notice and chooses to not mention it.

“I can’t believe you are getting so mad at that! Yeah, I’m up but I’m normal and have a pretty messed up sleep schedule! You are just so weird!” You take some deep breaths and look at Bakugou. You blush. With how you are lying your nightgown has risen a bit and your body is turned looking at you. There is this look on his face you've never seen before and again your scoreboard goes up but both are you are too distracted to even notice any slight change. You sit up fix yourself and continue eating.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“I don’t even know, Not even five minutes into being in the room with him we got down to negative points! Like that has to be marked down as the fastest bullshit in history!” you sit on Todoroki's desk whining.

“Are you fully surprised Y/N?”

“Not totally but with how competitive he is you'd think he’d wanna fake it.”

“Maybe use that to your advantage.” With that, it’s like a lightbulb goes off into your head and you hug Todoroki.

“You are a genius!”

“Icyhot is not a genius; he’s dumber than most!” Bakugou walked in, and for some reason, seeing you hug Todoroki gave him issues. It didn't help that Todoroki had a small smile on his face. 

“Everyone is a bigger genius than you!”

“You bitch!”

“Alright class settle down.” Aizawa walks in looking very much unimpressed. You quickly run up to Aizawa asking if you could speak to him outside and he agrees. As you both walk out Ida is yelling trying to get the class in order.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Aizawa questioned you a bit but eventually agreed. Now, Bakugou and you are both sitting out completely while the rest of the class gets to do hero training. Did you think this fully ahead? No, because now you are sitting out. You had told Aizawa that as punishment for getting to the negatives you and Bakugou should sit out. He went on his phone with a confused face showing you and Bakugous's score showing a one. Even though it's low it doesn't qualify for a punishment yet but you pushed on explaining yourself. He agreed and here you are now with Bakugou in the viewing room all by yourselves. You are both facing the big screen TV showing the battle happening between Deku, Mina, shoji, and Kirishima VS. Uraraka, Todoroki, Sero, and Momo. To say Bakugou is fuming is an understatement, he's grumbling, sometimes yelling and hitting things. You finally zone into what he’s saying. “THIS IS FUCKING STUPID! All because we got negative points?!” He kicks an office chair that’s nearby with all his might, and all that chair does is slowly roll away. You can't help but laugh. “ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!”

“Yeah, I am! You got two personalities a big grandpa and a big baby!” you are slightly in tears, “Even with all your might you moved the chair just by an itch!” 

“STOP LAUGHING AT ME!” His hands spark.

“Nope! This is pure gold, screw watching the battle!” Bakugou walks up sitting next to you and puts his hand over your mouth, before you can make a comment about how gross his hand is he speaks before you.

“You speak or laugh at me I’ll blow your face off!” On the bright side, he's quiet. On the bad side, his hand is on your face and he’s basically threatening to kill you. You huff and cross your arm thinking about how stupid this is. It gets a little too quiet for comfort and you register his hand, it’s warm on your face but not in a bad way and you can't help but blush. It feels nice on your lips. Bakugous yells something at the screen and it snaps you out of your trance and you take this as a moment to lick the balm of his hand. “HUH?!” you move away from him grabbing the office chair and using it to shield yourself.

“Hear me out!” Bakugou glares wiping his hand on the couch. 

“That was disgusting. You got five seconds before you are dead.”

“Now that is not enough time.” Bakugou deadpans at you, holding up five fingers and putting down one. “ALRIGHT! Alright.. Look we aren't doing anything but making it worse for ourselves.” Bakugou puts down another finger. “Think of this as another competition, Against Midoriya!” you put to the TV screen and bakugou puts down another finger. “The sooner we get better points the faster we can switch partners and the faster you can beat and be better at this than the whole school!” Bakugou puts down another finger. “I know you don’t like me but come on! We can fake it until we make it! You win and show you are better than everyone else and on top of that you can get rid of me!” Bakugou puts down his last finger. “You can take your fingers and shove them up your ass!” you yell sitting on the chair facing away from bakugou. You really thought this would work. Being in your own head you don’t notice Bakugou walking up to you having a small smile on his face but as soon as he grabs the chair and turns you around to face him the smile is gone. 

“Alright fine. I’ll go along with it but we gotta lay down some ground rules.” You smile up at him. 

“Fine by me!” 

“One, do not get in between me and my training work. I don’t care if something will give us points. If it gets in the way of me being a hero, you can cry about it, but I won’t do it. Two, do not get in between my schedule. I won’t make time for you and fit you in. If anything gets in the way of my sleep I don’t care you can fuck off! And Three, we are not going on a first-name basis. I don’t care enough.” Bakugou lets go of the chair and stands up straight crossing his arms.

“Okay!” You stand up and look at the TV. The battle has ended, and Midoriya’s team has won.

“Don’t you have any ground rules?” you smile as Bakugou is trying to be considerate.

 “Nope! I’m not a stingy bitch like you are!” You grab your bag and run out of the viewing room.

“HEY!!??”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“I could have done so much better..” Todoroki mumbles as you wipe his forehead with a cotton swab. The both of you sitting in the nurse's room by yourselves.

“You don’t need to be quiet; it’s just us.” You throw the cotton swab away and grab an alcohol wipe. “You did great, Todoroki. Focus on what you need to improve on, not so much on the battle itself.” It’s hard to give good advice when you weren't exactly watching the battle.

“Hm..” Todoroki looks at you then your hand and grabs it stopping you from touching the wound. “You can call me Shoto.” You smile.

“Alright, Shoto.”

“The fuck you two doing in here?” You look at Bakugou and groan.

“None of your business. What are you doing in here?!”

“Don’t question me after my question!” Shoto let’s go of your hand, a small signal to go back to cleaning him up.

“Y/N is helping me.” Your hand skips a beat and you blush not expecting to hear your name. Bakugou notices and the annoying itch he felt when he saw you on Todoroki’s desk earlier is back and he does not enjoy it.

“Can’t you do that shit yourself.”

“I could.” That’s all Shoto says before turning his attention back to you. Bakugou grumbles, walks over to the first aid kits, and grabs one. Walking back out the door with it, he makes it known how annoyed he is. “Did my suggestion work?”

“Yes! Perfectly to. Though he did lay down some ground rules.”

“He’s such a snob.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

You walk into the dorm taking off your shoes and placing your school bag on the door hanger. Walking into the kitchen you notice the first aid kit on top of the fridge and smile. You quickly get to work and start cooking dinner. There is a feeling in your stomach. You know it's hungry but there is something else. You can’t help but overthink the simple gesture. Time passes of cooking and overthinking and dinner is done. You leave Bakugou’s plate on the kitchen counter and start eating yours on the couch watching TV and skimming through the channels. As soon as you take the first bite as in right on cue Bakugou walks right through the door. “Your dinner is on the counter.” 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Bakugou grabs his plate and sits next to you, keeping the same distance as this morning. Annoyed you move the remote away from him. “What the hell!?”

“No thanks. No control of the TV remote.” 

“..Thanks for the food.” you look at bakugou and smile.

“You're welcome!” The scoreboard goes up showing two points.

“NOW GIVE ME THE REMOTE!” Your smile fades as quickly as it appears and you throw it at him.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Bakugou stands up putting his bowl on the table. “Alright, I’m going to bed.”

“Finally!” you reach over quickly grabbing the remote, “The remote and TV is mine!”

“you aren’t going to bed?”

“Nope! A new horror movie came out and I wanna watch it! Oh, but the dishes... I'll do it after.” you quickly went from talking to bakugou to talking to yourself. Bakugou rolls his eyes grumbling some insults at you before walking to his door. He takes a quick glance at you. Your hair is messy and you are lying down on your side. The light of the TV illuminating your face. He debates staying out and watching the movie with you telling himself he is just curious about the movie. But he reminds himself about his second rule and he walks into his room.

Tags and notes;

Thank you so much for the support already! This is my first ever story, and I hope to go further with it. I'll update as much as I can and do more stories so let me know If you have any requests!

@andysdrafts @eyesforbkg

[fangirleaconmigo]

Lambert and the Tribute

Ok. Hear me out. You know how there is the porny/smutty trope of the witcher who saves a family/town from a dangerous beast? And the towns folk are like, well, we don't have (or want to spend) money, so, here is our young sexy innocent but eager son/daughter as a tribute? *cue porn music*

So as usual last night, I was thinking about blorbos and shit instead of sleeping, and was like...how about we turn that trope around a bit? (not that there is anything wrong with it, I just like fiddling with tropes)

I present to you my concept, and I'm using Lambert for this because as I thought of it, I could hear his voice in my head.

...

So, Lambert comes back from the hunt, exhausted, out of breath, bruised, cut up, but triumphant.

He stands in front of the penniless farmer with the gnarly severed head of a beast. He has saved all of their lives. Because of him, life continues.

But the poor farmer is clearly distraught. He is a young man, early twenties, and is like...thank you so much Mr Witcher sir, we are mighty obliged. But sadly, tragically, we have no money. The harvest was lost, and we are hungry as it is.

The poor farmer tries to explain. Sir, I would gladly offer you my sexy and eager but wide eyed and innocent daughter as tribute, but tragically, my kids are too young to be sexy tributes. Mr. Witcher, they simply aren't reproductive age yet.

And the farmer is standing there, just anxious as hell about what the witcher will demand instead, like, will it be his young bride? His beautiful raven haired wife? They're basically newlyweds still and so very much in love. He can't abide the thought! He's racking his brain, is there anyone young and nubile and teen of aged in the next town???

And then he realizes fuck, WORST OF ALL, I hope this fucker doesn't want the law of surprise because that never ends well. Inside, this man is screaming, please do not take my kids in any capacity.

But isn't that what witchers ALWAYS want??? Children to make into MUTANTS????

So this poor (in every sense of the word) guy is stammering and angsting, but Lambert isn't paying any attention to him. He literally has not said a single word to him. He's not even looking at him. He's leaning a little to the right and looking past this guy, over his shoulder.

The farmer starts to get annoyed. Mr. Witcher, he thinks, I'm struggling here, help me out a little.

Lambert drops the nasty monster head with a thunk and turns back to the guy. Lamb is not particularly put out. He knew this family was poor. But still. This doesn't have to be for nothing.

He wipes the bloody sweat off his forehead with his arm and nods behind the man.

"What about him? He game?"

The farmer looks like his brain has just blanked out. He stares in silence. He slowly turns and looks behind him. Then he turns back to Lambert, waiting for him to laugh or to clarify. Lambert just stares at him expectantly.

"Well?" Lambert asks.

The penniless farmer is like.. "You---you want...m-...m-"

The young farmer doesn't wanna say it because that can't be right and he doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But Lambert is not helping him out at all. He's just looking at him like he's an utter dumbass, just waiting for him to get his shit together. "Spit it out, man."

Farmer tries again. "Mr. Witcher, sir. Are you saying that you want...my... FATHER?"

Lambert looks back at the object of his fascination. An older man is working, hauling bales of hay, loading them up in a wagon. And this man is like, mid-fifties, barrel chest covered with gray hair, full beard, inhospitable expression, overalls, dusty boots. He's thick, muscled and hard, he's covered in sweat, he's got calluses, he looks exactly like a man that's been busting his ass in the fields for more than a few decades.

As Lambert stares at the father, his expression starts to look a little hungry. "Is that your pops?"

"Uhhh yes?' The farmer's voice kind of screeches into a higher register.

Lambert shrugs. "Ok, well yea, your pops then. Ask 'im if he's game. Go ahead. I ain't got all day."

The young farmer just swivels, his eyes still in disbelief, still thinking he's going to humiliate himself. He wants the ground to open up and swallow him. He is starting to think maybe his youngest kid would make a good witcher after all. But Lambert is waiting and doesn't look perturbed. He doesn't look like he's kidding.

"Uh, dad?" The farmer is well, well into adulthood but his voice still cracks. But his dad hears.

The big older guy drops his bale and turns around. His eyes are sharp and hard. "Yep?"

The young farmer swallows. "Yes, um, father, the witcher here saved us."

"Obliged." The older man's voice is low, gravely, and he sounds like a man who does not suffer fools.

Lambert nods, an eager twinkle starting to gleam in his eyes. "Glad to help. It's what I do."

The young farmer continues, "And well, you know, we don't have any money to pay him. What with the bad harvest and all."

The dad nods, waiting. He's quiet too, not helping the young farmer out at all. So the younger farmer soldiers ahead. "So, father, he, the witcher that is, was wondering, um, if you would, um, want to be the uh..." he takes a breath and tries to say it fast, "tribute."

The young farmer almost faints from mortification. He's waiting for his dad to laugh at his idiocy. To shout at him. To kick his ass.

But what the Dad does is slowly raise his eyebrows. Then he turns purposefully towards Lambert. He switches his weight a little to one of his hips, and just quietly begins to look Lambert up and and down, assessing him with extreme interest. He is silently just raking his eyes from the top of Lambert's head down to his toes.

Lambert's grin gets wider, like it gleams, because at this point, he knows he's in. If the man is checking whether he is his type, then well, he's good with men. And Lambert just knows he'll be this man's type. Why wouldn't he be for fuck sake?

When the older man's gaze gets to his crotch, Lambert gives his prick a cocky little squeeze and licks his lips.

The older man grunts, and if the young farmer didn't know it was an interested noise, he certainly does when his father gives Lambert a wink. "Name's Abe, young buck."

The young farmer whispers several prayers for the gods to deliver him from this moment.

"Hi Abe," says Lambert, just eager and smug sounding as shit.

Abe takes his gloves off and hands them to his son as he passes him. He only says three words. "Don't wait up."

Lambert chuckles to himself, and there is a little hop in his step as they walk off together, since he is already anticipating the cock in his ass and could not be more overjoyed. Abe slides his hand down Lambert's trousers and squeezes his ass possessively.

The younger farmer just stands there with his jaw dropped. He had no idea whatsoever that his dad has this side to him. That man silently and stoically raised a family of seven children with his dearly departed mother, rest her soul. All his father ever did was work. You think you know a person. Honestly.

Lambert and Abe are long gone, and the son is still standing there in shock, when his beautiful young bride comes out of the house with a toddler on her hip. "Where did father go?"

The young farmer always likes that about his bride, she calls his dad father. "Yes. Heeee, um, went to pay the witcher for his services."

The young bride is surprised, she didn't know that father had money after the poor harvest they'd had, what with the locusts and all that. But oh isn't that a nice surprise, she thinks. "Well how generous of him. What a kind and giving man father is."

The young farmer puts his arm around his beautiful bride and pulls her in tight. "You know what my darling," he says, "it didn't seem like he minded in the least."

---the end

(and if any of you talented writers out there wants to write the sex scene, I would pledge my eternal friendship and love to you)

[itsdingdong]

Come Home To Me -Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x girlfriend!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggestive, Profanity

Word Count:: 1990

A.N: I didn’t specify her occupation. She’s a career woman. Unedited, I might come back to it, wrote it on a whim.

Song: come home to me by Justin Bieber

"I'm home," your boyfriend announces his arrival. It's your last night together before he heads off to serve in the military. It's been a rough few weeks for both of you, especially for him. You know he's not ready to leave, especially at the peak of his career. Not only that, but his career consumed so much time that spending moments with loved ones became a rare luxury. He never had separation anxiety, yet here he is, struggling to leave everything behind for two years.

He left for the gym a little over an hour ago. Deep down, both of you knew he'd rather have stayed and done nothing and everything with you. Sadly, the uneasiness became overwhelming, visibly making him look shaky and pale. You suggested he go out and blow off some steam, and he left to try that.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'm so sweaty."

"Yeah, okay."

And there's tension. You know it's not personal, but it makes you nervous anyway. You're undeniably going to miss him a lot. No, you don't show it to him because he's already in a vulnerable state. He's been trying to make the best of his solo era before he's rid of one of the craziest highs one gets – fame. You know he's not ready to leave all that behind. How you see it is that it's a learning curve and a point in his life for him to grow and mature. That's what the military does to boys. They take a leap into becoming a man. That's one of the pros you can see. You're as obliged to wait as he is to go, so you stopped whining about it as soon as you found out about the enlistment. He needs your support more than ever, so that's what you're giving him, period. Maybe it was one of the things that gave girlfriends the wife material quality – who knows?

With both of your hectic schedules, it was hard enough to spend much quality time together. When you did, it was the utmost best. Those times made the whole deal worth it. Two tired people in need of love and compassion met in an unusual place and easily fell in love as literal soulmates. Soulmates with little to no time to spend. You just wanted to support him as much as you could. It wasn't like you were never going to see him during the service time, but you'd very much rather have him come home to you, even if it's just to spend the night in bed, sleeping.

Your chest has been squeezed tight since a couple of days back. You watched the V-Live he'd done while you were away, and you weren't happy about it. People wouldn't leave him alone with their uncalled-for negativity when he was extremely generous with his limited time to make people who supported him happy. From stans accusing him of abandoning Bam, his baby, to them following him around – which he got a scolding from you for showing his address.

He's a strong man, one of the toughest you've met. And he manages to stay kind, humble, and polite. Now, shit like this doesn't faze him usually, but nowadays, you're in awe to see how clueless and selfish people could be. They may not see it, but he gets hurt, and they are not the ones to pick up the pieces. And with that mindset, they wouldn't have been able to even if they tried. Despite everything, he did a final live to fulfill his promise. That alone shows how huge his heart is and how much he cares.

When done showering and changing into his sweats, Jungkook quietly joins you in the living room, a towel in his hand, drying up his shaved head. A small smile forms on your lips just by the sight of him. Damn, you're so in love with this man.

"Hey," he says as he drops himself down next to you on the couch.

"Hey," you say softly. His eyes look into yours for a moment, then they drop to the ground. He still looks sad, all puffy from crying too. "Come here. Please." He pats his chest, signaling you to hug him. Seriously, you don't need to be told twice. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he leans back, making you lie on top of him. You stay like that for a minute. Then 2. Then 10. Until you both fall asleep. It's a 20-minute nap before you feel him shuffle under you. You're so comfortable and peaceful in your current position to move or open your eyes; you just stay like that.

"I will miss you so much." The words come out as a shaky whisper. "I really don't want to go." His arms tighten around your figure. You don't want him to go either. It's on the list of things not to say to him.

"I know. I will miss you too, but I promise it'll pass in the blink of an eye."

He shakes his head before resting it on yours. All you want to do is cheer him up and give him all the hope you can for the following 18 months. To make him feel and know that everything will be okay. He's a mess, and you just want to rid him of all the upsetting emotions he's feeling right now. If only you could take his pain and stress away.

"We will all be waiting for you. I will visit you whenever I can. And I'll see you when you're home." If I'm here. You don't add that detail either. It's possible to miss him on his free days depending on your schedule, but he knows that already, and it's not worth mentioning at this very moment.

"I'll go see Bam as much as I can. I'll take photos of him. I know they will too. I'll make sure to visit your parents too." You finally raise yourself to look at his beautiful eyes. The well of tears brimming in them completely shatters your heart.

"I love you." He croaks, trying really hard to keep himself from breaking down. Though you wish he would if he needed to, but you wait and reply, "I love you more."

"That's impossible." He sighs into your neck, making you shiver slightly.

"Agree to love equally then?" You suggest playfully.

"Deal."

There's a brief comfortable silence after that. Your mind quiets down as you enjoy his warmth and strong arms around you. Eyes closed, you listen to his heartbeats as well as his breathing. Thankful to have him.

"Do you think I'll be forgotten when I'm gone? 2 years isn't a short time." He breaks the silence. His words slightly anger you because you know that it's impossible and you really hate it when he gets insecure like that when he has absolutely no reason to. But you know, no matter what, his worries are valid, always.

"Of course not. Who could forget such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful, funny, and caring man like you? I couldn't. Even if you weren't mine, you'd have definitely left an impact. And obviously you did because, like, ARMY, you know? Besides, you're really hot, if I do say so myself. Who could forget this face?" He smiles at your encouraging words as they warm his heart.

"I don't think I'm hot right now."

“Oh baby, how wrong you are. You look so hot even if you don’t feel like it.”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“Sure, I’ll cry with you.”

“What? No, don’t cry. I’ll cry even more.”

“It’s okay to cry. I know you’re struggling, I’m here for you baby. I would prefer if you weren’t in such distress but if you are, let’s go through it. Together.”

Your words move him. He knows he’s loved. By millions and by the people he cares for the most. You? You’re different. You love him so honestly and care for him thoroughly, he can’t help but to feel extra grateful for your existence. He’s usually a grateful person but you make him thank whoever out there that’s hearing him a little more often. He knows you’re the one he’ll spend what’s left of his lifetime with. He’d marry you in a beat if it weren’t for your no marriage till babies rule. Which he’s okay with. But still, you just have to say the word and he’ll take you to the courthouse. You come second to his mother in terms of peace and comfort he can find in one but he’s okay with you switching spots when the time comes. You’re the safest thing that’s ever happened to him in such a dangerous world.

“You will wait for me, right? 2 years is a long time. What if you met someone?” You appreciate his honesty. Him being vocal about his fears. You appreciate that he doesn’t hide from you. All you wish is for those fears to vanish. There’s no way you’re leaving him. Ever.

“I will wait for you as long as you want me to.”

“I will always want you to.”

“Good. We have a deal then.”

-

“It’s almost 11, shall we go to bed? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” You suggest. He - technically you too - will have to wake up early. His parents were coming from Busan early in the morning to send him off.

“I’m not sleepy. Fuck, how am I going to fix my sleep routine, it’s seriously messed up.”

“I can’t think of a better place than the military for it.”

He pauses then laughs as it finally dawns on him. “How come I didn’t think of that?”

“You’re so out of it Jay Kay.”

“Mm, yeah. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“Yup. Definitely. Also, we don’t have to sleep just yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I thought we’d cuddle a little.”

It’s probably what you’re going to miss the most in his absence at home: his cuddles,

“And a one last ‘see ya’ fuck before I leave?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he looks at you with a glint of mischief and lust in his doe eyes.

Maybe that too. God, he seriously has no shame… he was crying just now this little shit.

To that, you can’t help but to tease, “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll pass.”

“Babyy, please. You got me all excited and stuff.”

He’s cute. A cute guy that makes you smile. Always. Even now you are smiling.

His pouty lips look so plump and kissable. You’re so used to seeing the ring there, that it feels weird now that it’s gone. “It’s a good luck, ‘I love you’ and a please be well fuck.”

“Mm yes, talk dirty to me.”

But you don’t do that tonight when your bodies are wrapped under the sheets. Instead, you just affirm and make love to him like you want to make sure he feels all the love you want to give. Maybe for the first time in weeks, he falls into a serene sleep, snuggled into your chest.

-

“It’s time to go.” You hear someone yell. Time does fly whenever you wish it doesn’t. But it still does fly when you wish it does. You just need to allow it. Your heart squeezes a little but you try to breathe through it. He’ll be okay.

“Take care of yourself. Don’t get cold. Call me whenever you can.”

“I will do all that. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll wait for you to come home to me.”

“I’ll come running, baby. Trust me.” He brings you in for a hug and gives you the quickest kiss allowed before turning away to say his goodbyes to his family.

You can’t wait for him to return but as he’s away, you wish him the best and in your heart pray that everything will be okay.

[alotofpockets]

Midnight meeting | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Spider-Woman!Reader

Summary: After not being able to help a civilian in need, you decide to clear your head in a dimly lit park. You didn't expect to see anyone at this hour, especially not your Avenger coworker Kate. [Full request]

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k

All you ever wanted to do was help people, so when you got these abilities, you put them to good use. Spider-Woman, that’s the name the media chose for you. And when people started to see more and more of what you were doing, they proclaimed you The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman. You lived by this status, so when you weren’t able to help people like they expect you too, it’s hard on you.

Sadly, tonight was one of those nights. You had already changed back into your regular clothes, not feeling worthy of wearing the Spider Suit that Tony had made for you. Going home didn't feel right, and going to the Compound felt even more wrong. That's why you were walking around a park at 11pm. 

It had been a while since you had seen people around, so when you heard a voice call out to you, it scared you at first. When the person came closer, you recognized her from the Compound. "Y/n, right?" You nod your head, not really in the mood to have a conversation with someone you barely know. The woman continues nonetheless, "Kate, Kate Bishop. I've seen you at the Compound right?" You nod again. "What are you doing out here so late?" She asks. It's the first open question, so you won't be able to nod your head in response. "I could ask you the same thing." 

Kate laughs at your response, "You're right. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. Your turn." You quietly say, "I messed up." A frown makes its way onto Kate's face. "What happened?" The tears start forming in your eyes. "I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't save him. He's dead because I wasn't fast enough." You tell her how you went straight to the location the notification told you, and that when you got there the dying man's wife was crying by his side. He had suffered a heart attack and help wasn't fast enough to bring him back.

Kate is quick to reassure you that you didn't do anything wrong. "You did everything you could, it's not your fault. You got there before the paramedics did. You were there first, there was nothing anyone could have done." Kate places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to emphasize her words, and even though you don't know her well, your emotions get the better of you and you break down in her arms.

She holds you while you sob in her arms. When you feel like you've cried all your tears you step out of her arms and thank her. You look her in the eyes, expecting judgements or pity, but instead you see compassion and understanding. Kate took you by the hand and guided you to a nearby park bench. You talk about anything and everything, until you feel raindrops falling from the sky. 

"Come on, I’ll walk you home." Kate says. She sees the hesitation on your face and is quick to offer a second option, "Or we could go to my place? I live above a pizza place, so we can have some food, and maybe after we can watch a movie. How does that sound?" You nod, "Sounds good, I don't really want to be alone tonight."

As promised Kate bought a pizza to share before heading up to her apartment. You ate it while watching your comfort movie. She made sure you had enough blankets and pillows to spend the night on her couch, which you were very grateful for. The next morning she made sure you had some breakfast before you both had to head to the Compound for combat training. 

When you arrived at the compound together, everyone's eyes were on you. No one said anything, but they were glad that you had found each other, whether that was as friends or more. The two of you were around the same age and were from similar backgrounds, the team didn't want to force any relations but they had high hopes for the two of you connecting. 

Kate didn't leave your side at any point. When she wasn't your partner during the exercise, she made sure to be next to you. She was making sure you were alright, especially after you told her that you didn't want to be alone. It was comforting to know that there was someone in your corner. 

The only moment that she wasn't near you was when Natasha took you aside. Kate wanted to follow, but you told her it was okay. "Hey malen'kiy pauk [little spider], I noticed Kate keeping an eye on you the whole morning and I just wanted to check if everything is okay." You smiled at the nickname.  

She had told you that since the day that Tony had brought you to the Compound, it gave you a sense of comfort. "Yeah, I'm okay. Something happened last night, and Kate was there to help me and take care of me. Thank you for looking out for me, Nat." Natasha nods, "Of course, if you need anything let me know, okay?" You let her know that you will before heading back to training. "Everything okay?" Kate asks between punches. "Yes, all good. She just wanted to check on me."

When the training is over you desperately need a shower. You walk up to Kate, "Do you have plans today?" You ask her. "Not really, probably just hang around the compound for a bit." You take her phone from her hand, add your number to her contacts and send yourself a text before handing her phone back. "Text me when you're ready? I'll come pick you up." 

And so she did. You picked her up from her room and took her down to the game room. You spend the rest of the afternoon playing all sorts of games on the big screen. Clint and Natasha smiled when they heard your laughter coming from the game room as they walked by, they instantly knew that the two of you were going to be okay.

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[atlasscrumpit]

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Medication

You held Layla’s hand in yours as you helped her get up the stairs to your apartment.

The entire walk home from daycare she hadn’t stopped talking, but you loved every second of it. You got up to your apartment and opened the door and let Layla inside.

You saw Miguel sitting on the couch and just by his face you could tell something was wrong.

"Where the fuck were you?" Growled as you knelt beside Layla.

"You remember what mommy said to do when daddy isn't feeling well?" You asked as she nodded.

"Go in my room and watch my shows on my ipad." She said as you smiled.

"Exactly, love. Get some snacks from the kitchen then go to your room okay, sweetheart?" You said as she smiled happily and ran off.

You waited until she was in her room with the door closed until you spoke.

"I was picking Layla up from Daycare, love." You said as he chuckled coldly.

"We both know you're using that little bitch as an excuse." He said as you took a deep breath, you knew you didn't mean that.

"Did you take your medication this morning?" You asked as he stood up and towered over you.

"Hmm? You mean those pills you force me to take? The ones that make me nice and fucking obedient for you?" He growled backing you against the door.

"Darling, that's not what they are. It's okay, I promise you that you're safe okay?" You replied before he slammed his hand close to the door making you jump.

"Go take care of your fucking kid, I'm going out." He growled before pushing you off the door and walking out.

You sighed a little and let him leave before you called up his doctor incase it got too serious.

You explain to him what was happening and you had all the numbers ready incase Miguel got violent, the main thing you needed to do was get him to take his pills.

Luckily he had his phone with him and you could track it and make sure he wasn't in danger anywhere.

--

Miguel didn't come home for a while but luckily when he did Layla was asleep in bed.

You heard the door open and looked up to see Miguel entering, he looked very confused.

"Layla? Where is she?" He whispered as you stood up and gently took his hand.

"Hey, it's okay. Layla's safe she's just sleeping." You said as he looked at you and shook his head.

"You're trying to take her away from me aren't you?" He muttered as you led him to sit next to you on the couch.

You made sure to hold onto his hand, you ran your hand over his wedding ring.

"See this, love?" You whispered before showing your ring to him.

"I'm your wife." You said as he looked at you in confusion.

"What's happening to me?" He whispered with tears in his eyes.

You hated to see him like this, completely lost and scared.

"You're just having an episode, sweetheart. For some reason you must not have taken your medication this morning." You explained as he looked down at your intertwined hands.

"Why do I have to take medication?" He asked as you offered him a soft smile.

"It helps with your mind, sometimes if you don't take them your mind can see and think things that aren't real. You tend to get paranoid and detached from me and Layla." You replied as he nodded a little.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered as you smiled and shook your head.

"No, not at all. But, I need you to take the medication, okay? Is that alright, baby?" You asked as he nodded.

You got up and grabbed his medication before returning with water and his pills.

You handed them to him and he thankfully took them.

You sat beside him again and rested your hand on his leg.

"It's not fair... It's not fair that I have to rely on these to not be a monster." He whispered as he began to cry, you looked at him sadly and pulled him to lay on your chest while you stroked your hands through his hair.

"Shh, it's okay. I know it's hard, love. But, you're far from a monster. You have an illness and it makes life difficult and having to be on these pills the rest of your life doesn't feel right. But, these medications help you and they help us too, they help stabilise everything. I know your mind is afraid right now but I promise Layla and I love you so so fucking much and would never think of you as weak for any of this." You whispered as he cried into your chest and you cradled him.

"Mommy? Is daddy better now?" You heard Layla say as you looked to see her clutching her teddy and looking at you both.

Miguel looked at her and smiled.

"Yes, sweetheart. Daddy's all better now, do you want to come sleep with mommy and daddy?" He asked as she smiled and ran up to him and practically crawled into his arms making you chuckle softly.

He carried her to your shared room and you climbed in beside her, Miguel got in as well and you all huddled together with Layla still hugging her teddy but making sure she was as close as possible to the both of you.

Miguel looked at you in the soft light.

"I love you both so much." He whispered as you smiled and felt tears in your eyes.

"Teddy loves you too." Layla muttered sleepily making you chuckle.

"We all love you very much, love."

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I made something! You can use it to your advantage as well but I am dumb and forgot Luke my poor child.

Context! This will be basically my Mc's world where me and my sister are in devildom alongside everyone. (Updated feelings!)

Lucifer : I have heavy daddy issues so once I saw Lucifer and how he acted I was like 👀. There is a little red because sometimes I hate him so lol. Due to me having a massive crush on Dia and Beel I slowly had my feelings converted to friends since though I am a slut I am a loyal slut. So I did have romantic feelings/crush beforehand but my feelings became stronger.

Mammon: Ofc the poor boy is smitten but since it's with both me and my sister he has feelings for both. I absolutely adore him and if I didn't want dia and beel so bad he would be next in line. But I do also find him a great friend.

Levi: Lmao okay the little hate is because I cannot stand the way he talks I have stated this before but that's really it. Otherwise I think he'd be a great friend because I do enjoy anime and totally would play video games with 24/7. I do not find myself dating him and view him as only a friend. Though sadly I feel like he'd gain a crush on me with how often I'd be around him.

Satan: Don't get me wrong he is hot and all but not that much my type (doesn't like blondes). We would be great friends I feel like since we have bad anger issues to fix together. Again I feel like he would like me slowly because I love to piss off Lucifer and can relate to him.

Asmos: Now I have like zero romantic interest in him. So I would like being friends since I do enjoy makeup and skincare. Because I enjoy some angst I feel like he would gain a crush on me but I would have to push him away and let him see me actively love after someone else knowing I am not doing it on purpose.

Beel: straight up in love with him. Everything he does makes me smile and make my heart hurt. I feel like even though it's hard for him to speak of his emotions he would be heavily in love with me too. I adore family and would do anything for them along with being strong on my beliefs and opinions. I also often self sacrifice because I care for others too much. (I swear I am not trying to be a pick me I just see qualities the brothers would like about me and they would push feelings too far with them😭)

Belphie: of this little slut has a crush on me he is constantly up my ass and very protective whenever someone else touches me (not beel). I would definitely have a crush since I like protective men. Tho again my feelings for his brother would overpower that. I would absolutely love him as a friend because starting shit is so much fun and I adore sleeping.

Solomon: this fucker is someone my sister would go after so I will back off (in this au). We would be great friends and I'd probably tease him for the crush he has on my sister.

Raphael: surprise! I don't fully hate him anymore! He's grown a bit on me since I can see he does care a little but I still get irritated by him. I feel like he wouldn't care much for my existence and tolerate me when I am around but not fully hate me.

Meso: dear God his attitude in the game gets me furious. I will definitely butt heads with him and constantly argue. But I do feel like at a calming point we'd be a little bit of friends in that time.

13: my beloved wife I want to marry her. It'd be the classic wlw troupe of best friends who have secret feelings for each other that everyone can see but them.

Simeon: he's sexy to me and actually very sweet so I would have a tiny crush on him. That would soon turn to friends due to others but it would be like me and him raising luke basically. Which would lead to him liking me since he'd love me as Luke's (mom).

Dia: I am in love need to marry immediately. He is such a sweetheart that if I'd tell him slightly that I like him he would go off the rails and do anything in his power to come after me. (Id love it)

Barb: again belongs to my sister so no romance. We would enjoy tea and peace and quiet. Kinda like two older siblings finally getting a break together 🤣.

Luke: I would treat him like my little brother or son because he's so cute I wouldn't be able to resist. I'd be aiming for an older sister role but he most likely won't see me as that and more motherly.

Please do not take this as me being a pick me this is my take on how things would be like in my world/au of Obey Me and it could end in many different ways that I can write about if you'd like.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I don't even like thinking about toji taking megumis girl. Like, in my mind he's trying to atone 😪

Yes!!! Let’s talk about it!

He loves ‘Gumi so much. He was just having a bit of a ✨ emotional breakdown ✨ during that whole selling him off deal. And personally I was coming off the Shouto train so it hits twice as hard cause he always gets his GF taken by Endeavor or Dabi (sometimes Bakugo), which Dabi makes sense since he HATES Shouto. But post-atonement Enji 😭I totally get the kink though (tbh I kinda like it in reverse 🤭). There’s actually a really GOOD fic I like called U&I with Bully!Megumi and you sleep with Toji to kinda get back at him after finding out he’s been using you. I like the revengeful ones or when it’s a 2-parter and they find out what you did.

BUT I DIGRESS, okay so I got some big brainrot and I was half asleep and started thinking about it and ahh! Plus I didn't post for his birthday so this is like the most slap together, grammarless of my brain rotting (and you brought it about Nonnie, so you gotta take responsibility lol) but:

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(SFW) Imagine okay, like a modern AU: Toji is trying to be a better dad after the endless benders after losing his wife. He went from floating from random woman to woman, trying to catch that feeling again like when he was with his first wife. It always devolves into the same thing with him squeezing them dry for every penny he can get before moving on to the next with Megumi in tow. Sometimes it didn’t include Megumi, Toji would leave him alone for weeks to months at a time as he got older, occasionally bringing home some new mom that he’ll eventually abandon at the end of the day or that eventually gets tired of him; tired of both of them because Megumi refused to be nice to anyone Toji brought home.

But it finally hits him to be better, to try to be a good parent. Sadly, it’s too late. Megumi is a teenager now, one year from graduating high school and going to college, where Toji will definitely not have any chance to atone. He doesn’t blame the kid, it’s his own fault.

However, he sees a lot of himself in his son. The apathy that borders depression, the lone wolf attitude, the quietness and independent streak, the very small number of friends (if any, because Megumi NEVER brings anyone over or talks about school at all, usually avoids talking to him in general). He isn’t really sure what to say to the kid, not that he’s figured it all out himself or that Megumi would even listen to him. Indifference was the best he could hope for most of the time.

Then one day, he shows up at home with someone. A girl, even. And you’re cute, way too chipper to be following around his wallflower of a kid. Always entering and leaving with a “Hi, Mr. Fushiguro. Bye, Mr. Fushiguro. Looking good today, Mr. Fushiguro. Love the haircut, Mr. Fushiguro. Rocking that sweater, Mr. Fushiguro. Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.”

You seem too good for nobodies like them; and when he teases Megumi with the notion, his son claims you’re just his class partner for this semester, nothing else. But Toji sees how soft he gets around you, the little bit of extra effort he puts in trying to make conversation when you’re over, the blush and grouchy embarrassed complaints he makes whenever Toji tells him to leave his room door open when you guys work on projects in there. The complaints usually get a little quieter given the right laugh from you.

You have a good effect. Megumi seems a little less tense, walking the world with a little less cynicism even though it’s still clearly there. He starts hanging out with two other kids from his school, Megumi claims they’re your friends, not his, but Toji has seen the pink haired boy over twice without you. Overall, you all seem like a really good kids.

One weekend you pop because you and your friends were in the neighborhood and wanted to see if Megumi wanted to join in on whatever you’re doing. Unfortunately, Megumi’s not home, but it gives Toji a small window to prod you a little about your relationship with Megumi. He’s observant enough to notice by now that the two of you like each other but he just wanted to hear it from you, and you make the most darling lovesick face when he asks. As far as he can piece together, you’re not dating officially but the entire world treats you as you are.

When Megumi finds out what happened though. He doesn’t like it, and he makes it clear that the interference was highly unappreciated it. Toji is simply sitting in the kitchen and trying to enjoy his apple, and he’s getting the interrogation treatment by this little gremlin (affectionately) half his size.

“What were the two of you talking about?” “Nothing in particular.” “If you don’t need anything then don’t bother her.” “Why? You don’t want me speaking to her?” “No. She isn’t your type anyway.”

Then, Megumi starts going off on a tangent of why Toji shouldn’t be interested. You’re too young, you're still months off from 18, you don’t have any money for him to leech, and there’s no way you can decide on a movie together with that age gap; 'You’ll kick the bucket 30 years before her' is the meanest one though.

Based on the disrespect, it still looks like Toji has a lot of work to put in but it’s almost cute, in an grouchy, bratty (also affectionately) sea urchin type way that he’s getting so worked up over you. He thinks the kid will combust if he mentions that he does think you’re cute (in an overly energetic bubbly kind of way), and it makes him release a short chuckle as he resists the intrusive thought, which only serves to make Megumi’s frustration even worse.

Normally, he'd get tired at this point and ask if Megumi was done mouthing off yet, but this time it makes him glad to see Megumi getting so worked up over something. It’s a good feeling to know his actions didn’t completely ruin his son, that he didn't completely destroy Megumi's ability to care about life like his former family and the world had once done to him. It makes smile the tiniest bit even as Megumi seems to try to trudge away after making his point. Whatever point there was to be had. The boy is such a chronic overthinking about everything and everyone, including if you’re one of those girls at the school that squeal when they see him pick him up at school on the rare occasion.

“Hey,” Toji calls out to get his attention. “Do you know what you’re doing?” It’s not the best words but it’s the only way to sum up the familiar feelings he gets of his past, right after he left his family, right before he met Megumi’s mom. And after losing her without ever really making the most of everything back then and treasuring the moments together. “It’s hard to find something like that. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

He can sense the tension draining from Megumi, the panic and shaky nervousness from seconds ago leaving in the form of drooped shoulders and a soften, mildly confused expression as he looks back at him. Something seems to finally click in that overly worked brain of the younger Fushiguro and he mumbles, “I know.”

And Megumi gets that look again, that quiet one, too caught up in his own head.

"Do I need to make room for a daughter-in-law in that case?" he asks lazily before taking another bite of his apple, the chewing echoing. It's enough to earn some grumbles and a red face. He smirks when the boy quickly decides to hobble back to his room and hide away in embarassment. Like a normal kid.

And Toji thinks that maybe…a small maybe… that maybe they’ve gotten a little closer. If only in that moment. Regardless, he really hopes that the talk is one of those things the school already covered because he really doesn’t want to be responsible for that.

[onlydeas]

someone requested to do heimdall as a dad i accidentally deleted the draft :| sadly

but here i go againnn i hope you all enjoy :)

Heimdall as a dad headcanons!

No one could believe you married the biggest jerk there is, Heimdall. Everyone would approach you and ask what you saw in him, yet behind closed doors, Heimdall is a wonderful husband to you. when you found out you were pregnant with his child you couldn't wait to tell him

Heimdall was hallucinating, he knew you were pregnant before you told him, so when you eventually told him, he pretended to be surprised, but later told you he already knew. of course how wouldn't he know your husband can read your mind anytime after all that courage you put to tell him

He wants to do everything for you, which you appreciate, but you don't want to feel helpless. You could be on the other side of Asgard, ready to pick up something, and all of a sudden he's right there picking it up, scolding you for not calling him. he then gives you a lecture on why its "unsafe" for you to do anything

If you thought he was protective then, think again. He doesn't even want you out of his sight anymore; he needs you right next to him. He can see everything, but it would make him feel better if you were right next to him. When he spotted Sif near you, he went insane. What was she doing with you? Sif has been quite helpful, as has Thor surprisingly. You sometimes get the feeling that they are attempting to make up for what they did to Modi and Magni. but you don't say anything its none of your buisness anyways you are just happy for once they don't seem like they are angry at the world.

This has nothing to do with Heimdall a bit, but most of the time, Sif loves to follow you everywhere. This can be a little unsettling since you never know if she's upset or not, but she's really waiting for you to ask for her support. She just enjoys helping you; after all, she is the goddess of family too, and she has been unable to leave you alone since learning of your pregnancy. When she makes eye contact with you and begins walking towards you, your heart sinks, hoping she isn't upset, but she only checks to see whether you've ate properly today and drank water since she always says you are now eating for two.

heimdall hates sif being around you everyday because he's meant to be around you he's YOUR husband, Sif constantly pushes him away, claiming that "all-father put him on patrol today". This always makes Heimdall furious. he always says "she acts as if shes your wife!" poor heimdall

He talks to your big belly all the time, telling it about his day and how excited he is to meet the baby he really likes telling it stories about his adventures and protecting Asgard. You think this is so sweet, and he loves to kiss and rub your stomach. He is absolutely so in love with the fact that you are carrying his child.

Heimdall has issues with everyone, including the baby. as much as he loves the baby you're carrying he loves you even more he'd go to war for you so when the baby kicks excessively and you wake up in the middle of the night groaning, he lectures the baby, "You can't keep hurting mommy. She needs her sleep."

When the time came for you to give birth, Heimdall was more anxious and afraid than you were because he wanted things to go perfectly for the delivery of both you and his child. He was perfect. Your son was perfect. You may say that he resembles Heimdall, heimdall was so happy that he kissed your forehead and praised you on how well you did during the birth of your son. "you did amazing sunshine"

Heimdall laid by your side cuddling the baby and leaned in to kiss you as you slept. He was overjoyed to have his own small family like Thor.

He had Heimdall's beautiful glowing eyes and most of his features, and as the baby grew and grew into a toddler, you would think it was adorable that your son was at least attempting to understand some words and make out words. When people saw him walking by, they would say, "Yes, that's heimdalls and y/n’s child." 

as heimdall would live and die for you and loves you with every blood cell in his body your son loves you with every drop of water in the ocean heimdall cant say he has the best relationship with his son because they both argue about who you love the most “mommy loves me the most !!” heimdall slowly turns around to look at his son and bends down “well guess what your mommy and i got married and we had you because of the love we have for each other” you finally stepped in after watching them argue for an hour straight “heimdall please i love you both a lot” they both stared into your eyes as if they were reading your mind because they were and looked back at each other and ran to see who would hug you first

as much as heimdall and s/n would argue s/n would carry a stick around claiming it was his sword and would “train” with thrúd when she was valkyrie training. even after s/n was born sif is still always there to help you when you need she would joke that she has a husband and a wife (you) since shes with you most of the time. again this makes heimdall jealous

THE SAME ATTITUDE as his father: no one can tell him anything because he will talk back and he won't regret it. Of course, s/n wouldn't say anything to you because he loves you beyond infinty, but when he gets into trouble and Heimdall tells him something, he will just respond in the same way as his heimdall does son like father.

s/n is the reason you wake up every morning seriously he wakes you up by asking for help with getting dressed and asking if he can help with breakfast. he really copied and pasted his father's appearance and just is always prepared for everything, just like Heimdall. 

You sit down every morning to watch your son and husband either argue about who loves you more or heimdall teaching s/n something new. Your son is extremely intelligent, exactly like his father. sometimes when heimdall and s/n dont agree with something someone is doing they both have the same disappointed stare and stance you find this really funny because they’re just standing next to each other judging. heimdall is way taller then s/n of course his little mini him

Dinner is usually wonderful. The conversations you all have are so sweet. You truly love your family so much. You are your sons favorite person in the entire world. Heimdall is aware of this, but he is not angry since he also considers you to be his favorite person. They both look at you with such love in their eyes. "I love mommy so much !!" heimdall looks into your eyes and smiles "I love mommy too"

If you notice something crawling onto the bed between you and Heimdall while you are both asleep, what might it be? Of course, s/n, he just lays between you two, removing his father's face from your neck so that s/n can cuddle you instead of him.

There is nothing more in the world that Heimdall loves more than his family, you're so glad that you married him. He protects you and s/n as if his life depended on it and it does and he always swears that if something happened to you or s/n, he'd lose it.

When s/n found out he was going to be a big brother, there were mixed emotions because he was no longer going to be the baby. Of course, you smiled and reminded him that you would always love him no matter what. Heimdall was overjoyed that a new child was on the way. He wants to start a big family with you and he can't get enough of the happiness he has each morning when he watches you and s/n talking and getting ready for the day.

As your belly grew larger and larger each day, Heimdall showed s/n how to touch your belly without hurting you. he told s/n that the baby can hear him from the inside, of course s/n asked him if he would talk to him when he was inside your belly and you said "all the time there wasn't a day where he didn't speak to you"

At first, s/n wasn't too happy about having a sibling, but now he frequently talks about how he and your husband and the baby will go on adventures together and how he's going to teach his little sibling things. Every morning, s/n would run up to you and kiss your belly and ask when the baby was coming.

When you gave birth to your daughter instead of heimdall being worried and nervous about the birth of his child it was s/n he couldn't stop asking you if you were going to be okay, Heimdall and s/n would spend the daytimes sleeping next to each other since they were so exhausted from staying up all night to care for the baby while you rested.

You are the star of the show since you are what creates the family; Heimdall knows this and has so much respect and love only for you. heimdall and s/n would introduce the new family member to Asgard even though your husband didn't like this and this was s/n idea heimdall did it for his son, they were overjoyed that their family was growing.

Overall, Heimdall is a wonderful husband and father to his children. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't put you all first. Everyone knows that heimdall loves you and his children with all of his soul and wants the best for you all. He isn't overly strict with his children; instead, he just wants them to be happy and for you to be happy. However, if they do something wrong, of course, he will lecture them you are happy, hes happy and the children are happy.

i hope you guys enjoyed this !! please let me know in the requests if you want more of anything :)

have an amazing day loves !!

[kingofmyheart-19]

Begin Again - Chapter 2

Mack POV

Alex is staring at me and shakes her head.

"Mack, I'm so sorry."

I bob my head, "It's okay. I mean, it's not, but you don't have to apologize."

She smiles sadly, "I do. I'm sorry for your loss."

I nod, "Thanks."

She sighs, "Can I ask what happened?"

I nod, "Car accident. She was coming home from work."

"That's horrible, Mack." She reaches her hand out and covers mine.

Her hand is warm and comforting, it feels like it's always been there.

'It feels like Ally's.'

"It was. Riley took it really hard. I mean I did too, but Riley didn't understand. I don't think she will fully understand for a while."

"That makes sense." She says and pulls her hand away.

I immediately miss the contact.

I sigh and wipe my face, "So what do you do?"

She chuckles, "I play soccer."

"Like professionally?"

She nods, "You know, most gay women know who I am."

I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I'm just kidding. Well, I mean I'm not, but I'm just teasing. Yes, professionally. I play for Wave FC."

I bob my head, "That's so cool. I want to come to a game."

My eyes widen and she laughs, "Well good, because I want you and Riley to come to our next one."

I smile.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a teacher. High school English to be exact."

"Wow, that's awesome."

I nod, "Not as awesome as being a soccer player."

She chuckles, "But being a teacher changes kids lives. I bet you're a cool teacher."

I shake my head and laugh, "Only for my students who are doing their best."

She smiles and I feel butterflies.

"So where's Charlie tonight?" I ask.

"She's at her dad's, we're divorced." She says.

I nod, "Oh."

She sighs, "It's fairly recent. Like a few months, Charlie is still getting used to it."

I bob my head, "That has to be hard."

"It is, but we alternate weekends."

"Are you guys amicable at least?" I ask.

"Mostly. Like we argue about small things. He doesn't always love my soccer schedule, but we make it work." She says.

I stare at her.

'God, she's so beautiful.'

"Where's Riley tonight?" Alex asks.

"My mom came over. Riley, she doesn't- well she's really attached to me. It's hard to have a sitter, so I mostly use my mom."

She softens, "She lost one mom, she's afraid to lose another."

I sigh and nod, "Exactly."

She smiles softly.

"So, who are you here with?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "A few of my teammates who are convinced that I need to start dating."

My eyes widen, "Oh."

I start to stand up, "I can let you get back to uh-that. You shouldn't sit out here with me."

She chuckles and grabs my hand, "I'm exactly where I need to be."

I look at her hand and feel my face heat up.

I slowly sit back down and look up.

"What was your wife's name?"

I stare at her and smile, "Ally."

She bobs her head, "Did Ally ever tell you that the tips of your ears turn red when you're embarrassed?"

I nod and chuckle, "Yeah. All of the time, would call me adorable."

My phone buzzes, which snaps me out of staring at Alex.

I grab it.

Mom: She's asleep. Took a few Disney movies and more stories than I can count, but she's up in your bed.

I let out a breath.

"Everything okay?"

I set my phone down and look up, "Yeah, just my mom letting me know that Riley is finally asleep."

She smiles, "Well that's good."

I smile, "Really good, she usually gives my mom a harder time. But she's in my bed."

She chuckles, "That's cute. Charlie will crawl into bed with me too."

I smile and have this moment where I imagine being in bed with Alex. Riley and Charlie crawling into bed with us and sleeping like a fam-.

"Mack?" I shake my head.

She chuckles, "You like zoned out."

I smile softly at her, "Sorry, was just thinking."

She bobs her head and looks at her watch.

"Past your bedtime?" I tease.

She shakes her head and bites her lip, "No, but um- I was hoping that you'd want to go for a walk on the beach?"

I look down at my ring finger on my left hand and bob my head, looking up.

"Sure." I say.

She stands up and I stand too, "Hold on, let me tell Lauren that we're heading out."

She smiles and nods, "Meet outside."

I nod and head to find Lauren who is dancing with some girl.

I wave and she stops then walks over, "Hey!"

"Hey, I'm going to head out with Alex." I say.

She smiles, "Have fun, but not too much fun."

I glare, "I'm not ready for that, we're just going to the beach to walk and talk."

She gives me a thumbs up, "See yah!"

I watch her go back to dancing and head out front to see Alex.

She sees me and smiles, "Ready?"

I nod, "Yeah, let's go."

Alex POV

We start walking and make it down to the beach.

"Okay, so you're a professional soccer player?"

I nod.

"So have you always played here in San Diego?" She asks.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Okay. You really are going to need a rundown."

She smiles.

"Okay so for starters, I grew up outside of LA, so I played there. Then went to Berkeley and played there."

She nods, "So Berkeley? You're like a super genius then?"

I shrug, "I mean I'm smart, yeah. Super genius? No."

She laughs, "Okay, then where?"

"I played on two teams here in California then those leagues folded and a new league started, which I went to New York. After that, went to Seattle. Now, a new league formed and I went to Portland, was there until 2016. There, I got traded to Orlando to follow my ex. I then did a stint in France for like six months."

I turn and see her trying to following along and chuckle.

"Okay so stayed in Orlando, but during Covid, went to North London."

She stops walking, "Wait, when did you have Charlie?"

"In 2020, after the World Cup-"

"The World Cup?! Wait, you're on the national team?"

I laugh and nod, "Yup, kind of a big deal."

"Seriously. Okay keep going."

"Okay after coming back to Orlando, I asked for a trade in 2021. So I've been here since last year."

"Whoa. Wait it's 2023. Isn't it a World Cup year?"

I nod, "It is. Going to be gone like all of July and August."

"Whoa." Mack says.

I chuckle, "It's a lot, I know."

"I mean. That's a resume. You've been everywhere."

I nod, "I have, but I like being here the most. The beach, my family, the city. I really love it."

We start walking again and she nods, "That makes sense. My mom moved here after Ally died."

"Where did she live before?" I ask.

"Philadelphia. That's where I'm from, actually."

"Nice. I've played there." I say.

She smiles, "So, do you have siblings?"

I nod, "Two sisters, they're both older. You?"

"I have an older brother and a younger sister."

"What about your dad?" I ask.

"Oh. Uh, he's not really around. He hasn't been since I was pretty young."

I stop walking, "Oh, I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "It's fine, he just- he was a drunk, cheated on my mom, and then just left us."

"Wow. That's horrible."

I start walking again.

"It was, but it's okay. So when's your next game?"

"Sunday actually." I say.

"Sunday. Okay, Riley and I will be there." She says.

"I'll get you guys tickets." I say.

She laughs, "Okay, cool. Can my mom come?"

"Sure, I'll get her a ticket too." I say.

While we're walking, our hands keep brushing and I feel butterflies.

We start heading back to the bar and Mack stops, "I uh, how did you get here?"

I chuckle, "Took an Uber, you?"

"I drove and I promise I'm sober, so can I-uh drive you home?"

"You want to drive me home?" I ask.

She looks up and nods, "Definitely."

"Okay, let's go." I say.

We get into her car and I look at her, "So, why a teacher?"

She shrugs, "I love learning. I love watching others learn and I feel like I'm making a difference."

I smile, "You are making a difference. What did Ally do?"

"She was a surgeon."

"Wow, she was a super genius then."

She smiles and nods, "She was, I mean she went to medical school at Johns Hopkins."

"You know, I haven't really talked about her to anyone." She continues.

My eyes widen, "Oh my god. I'm sorry, Mack. I can stop asking-"

She grabs my hand, "No, don't. It's easy to talk about her to you. I think because you didn't know her and your not analyzing me like my therapist. So please keep asking."

I go to pull my hand away, but she keeps holding it.

I smile, "Okay. So how'd you guys meet?"

She laughs, "Bad dancing."

"Bad dancing?" I question.

She follows the GPS and turns into my neighborhood.

"Yeah. At a party in college. I was drunk and dancing horribly. She laughed at me and offered to help, dancing with me. The rest is history." She says.

I laugh, "Wow. That's- I want to see these bad dance moves."

She shakes her head, "Yeah, no. Never."

I squeeze her hand, "I'll get you to dance, promise."

She laughs, "Okay, whatever you say."

"Whoa. Big house." She says.

I look over and smile, "Yeah, my dream house."

I turn back, "See you Sunday?"

She smiles, "Maybe before?"

I chuckle, "Definitely. Text me."

"I will."

She pulls her hand away and I immediately crave the contact.

"Okay, night, Mack."

"Night, Alex."

I get out and watch as she pulls away.

I walk inside of the house.

'A big, empty house.'

Mack POV

"Mommy!" I open my eyes and groan.

"Mommy, wake up!" Riley says.

I smile and roll over, tickling her.

"Mommy! Tickle monster!!" She squeals.

I stop and kiss her nose, "Morning, monkey."

"Morning, mommy! I missed you last night." She sighs.

"I missed you more." I say and squeeze her tight.

"Pancakes, momma?"

I smile, "Yeah, let's go!"

She gets out of bed and races down the stairs.

I rollover and look at the picture on my nightstand.

'Is it okay to move on, babe? Give me a sign.'

I get up and get downstairs to see Riley with Max on the couch.

"Okay, blueberry or chocolate chip?" I ask.

She turns, "Chocolate chip, just like momma liked!"

I smile and nod, "Coming right up."

I walk to the kitchen and start pulling out everything needed.

I go to start making coffee and groan when I realize I have none.

I'm starting to wallow in self-pity when I get an idea.

I pull out my phone and create a new message.

Me: Good morning. How do you feel about saving an idiot who ran out of coffee but so desperately needs some.

I set my phone down and continue making pancakes when my phone starts going off.

Alex: I'm assuming this is Mack, and I'll get some and be right over. Just send me your address.

I smile and send her the address and continue flipping pancakes.

I finish up and hear the doorbell.

"Mommy! Someone is here!" Riley says.

I walk to the door and open it, smiling when I see Alex with coffees.

"My savior." I sigh and reach out.

She chuckles and I hold the door open for her to come in.

"Charlie's mommy! Where's Charlie?" Riley asks while running in.

"Hi Riley! Charlie couldn't come today, but I'm hoping that I can hang out with you?"

She thinks about it, "Do you like Bluey?"

"I love bluey!" Alex says dramatically and I stifle a laugh.

"Do you like pancakes? Mommy makes the best pancakes."

"I do love pancakes too." Alex says.

Riley nods, "Okay, you can come."

She turns and heads to the kitchen.

"Wow, all I need to come over apparently is coffee and loving a kids TV show and pancakes." She says.

I smile and nod, "We're easy to please."

"Is that so?" She smirks and walks towards the kitchen.

My mouth hangs open and I shake my head while walking into the kitchen.

'Did she just...?'

[captainswhore]

AYYYOOOOO is this somethin y'all would like to read for reals??

shoutout to @chamomiletealeaf for talking to me about horny price with a breastfeeding wife!!!

we were talking about how for halloween one year price is a cowboy, the baby is a cow, and you're a milkmaid. price goes feral for your tits in the milk maid dress, smut ensues, price is wildly turned on by the way your tits leak milk like it's going out of style- groans when he sees it happen and wants to cum in record time

....... and then i went off the rails and wrote this:

you think his groan watching your milk is one of disgust so you start tearing up and john thought he was gonna cum quick watching your milk? he shoots his load without warning watching the first tear slide down your cheek

john thinks you're crying because you're so overstimulated and turned on, you think john groaned because he's disgusted, cue john trying to hold onto you tight and kiss all over your face and you wiggling out of his arms and booking it to the bathroom so you can cry in peace

come back out of the bathroom in a massive hoodie and a pair of pants, tell him in a croaky voice you're gonna go check on the baby, leave the room

johns post orgasm glow is very quickly squashed when he gets up to put on boxers, moves to follow you into the nursery, and hears you tearfully muttering things to your baby

"mommy loves you, you know that?? want you to grow up big, n strong, and loved," and when john hears your voice croak after that his heart drops out of his ass, he hears it shatter when you next mutter "and mommy and daddy are gonna give you everything you could ever want.... we'll live together and get you a good school and you'll make friends and you'll fall in love with someone who thinks you're the prettiest little lady ever... make sure you're confident so no one can build you up n break you down... get you some good military benefits so you'll be okay... i don't think you'll have to worry about a brother or sister at all- and i don't think mommy n daddy are gonna be able to stay together forever, but we're gonna try for you sweetheart. mommy'll be sad for a while but i'd do anything to make your life better baby"

john pushes the door open while trying to hold back tears, tries to wrap his arms around you, but you go to sit in the little rocking chair in the corner

whispering something like "i've got her john.... you can go back to bed. goodnight"

you've only ever called him john when you first met, and when you legally had to say his first name during your wedding vows.

for the next three days you don't let him touch you. not even in bed. he waits til you're fully asleep and breathing even before he'll pull you into his chest and finally fall asleep, only to wake up a few hours later with your body heat missing in the bed. will get up to find you in the nursery, or the kitchen, or the living room, or folding/watching laundry, staring into space with a blank stare. he gave up trying to reach out to you while you're awake, so he just stands and stares at you- taking in how beautiful he thinks you are despite the haunted shadows that have taken over your eyes. tried to tell you to come back to bed, before you sadly smile at him and say "sorry, can't sleep. probably just some weird post pregnancy sleep cycle issue. go back to sleep, i'll be there when i'm ready"

john has to get used to hugging your pillow and hope to god he can huff your scent from that to go to sleep

everything comes to a head when he catches you stiffen when he walks up behind you in the kitchen... he doesn't even reach for you, but him being close to you has you pulling at the neckline of your shirt, throwing on a jacket, adjusting the shoulder of your cardigan to cover up more of you. john's sick of not seeing your skin or feeling you anymore, so he asks what's wrong. some traded words here and there, a lot of wiping your face and folding in on yourself, and john finally scoffs, stands on the other end of the kitchen, and grinds out "love, talk to me, what did i do? i haven't bloody touched you for days. i can't sleep, i can't eat, and my heart shatters every time i look at your face and you're like a ghost! where did my wife go?!? is it post partum depression? aren't you still meeting up with that therapist? can i help? what do i do!! how do i get my wife back?!?" and you start crying- silent tears rolling down your cheeks because how can he ask that?!? how dare he act clueless and act like he didn't do anything wrong despite DESTROYING what little confidence you had left after being pregnant. you're about to respond when your alarm goes off for pumping time. you close the alarm, grab the pumping supplies, and walk off. ".... sorry john, i have to pump. let me do this n i'll come back to continue this conversation"..... but you have NEVER left the room to pump. you used to just whip your boobs out and attach the machine and let it whir away with john in the room. it's nothing he hasn't seen before, and he's helped you with clogged ducts before, so there's nothing stopping you from letting him watch. john trails after you saying that- replying with "the hell you have to leave the room for?!? you used to pump in front of me all the time?? what did i do?!? how do i get you back?!? sweetheart- i can't fix this if i don't know what's wrong?!?"

it's silent for a second, and your boobs are actually kind of starting to hurt from needing to pump. so you do it. you wait for john to keep talking when you set up the pumping supplies. when john sees your tits for the first time in what feels like weeks his breath hitches, and when he sees the first spurt of milk he groans out. you rush to cover up and look up at him bewildered and say "that!!! that's why!!! you're DISGUSTED with my boobs now- that's why everything's changed!!! look john- i'm sorry i'm not as perky, or soft, or fit as i was before i was pregnant, but i carried your fucking baby for NINE MONTHS!!!!! shit's gonna change!!! my boobs are gonna change!!! for the love of god- if you're going to be disgusted with me pumping and having breast milk i swear to GOD i will move in with my fucking mother and leave you if that'll make you happier!!! have as many perky and fit and non-mother women as you want here in our damn house if that'll help you get your rocks off"

johns heart breaks but can't figure out if he should be turned on by your anger or what the fuck to do

the baby starts screaming, you curse under your breath, before you say "... just forget it... let me go take care of her and i'll pack some stuff in the morning. i'll keep pumping and dropping milk off here until we figure out a parenting schedule or file for divorce or whatever. i can't take her out of her only home where she's comfy even though it's gonna shatter me to not be attached at the hip with her. i'm gonna go calm her down- i'll sleep in the guest room." and you stalk off

john starts genuinely crying then

.......before waiting outside if the nursery door. when you're done taking care of the baby? all bets are off.

he's pushing you into the wall and smashes his mouth to yours so hard your face hurts. he's breathing heavy and you're caught off guard and your head would have bashed into the wall if it weren't for his hand protecting the back of your skull. johns entire body is flush to yours, down to your fuckin knees. his scent crowds your space and you try to wrench your head away from him and shove his chest, before he begins just peppering your face in kisses

he says breathlessly "baby, if you ever think about leavin me," *kiss* "over some stupid shit your brain conjures up," *kiss* "ever again," *kiss* "i will hunt you down and drag you back here," *kiss* "kickin n screamin bloody murder," *kiss* "if i have to," *kiss* "... where did that idea come from, huh?" *kiss

til he fully pulls his head away, just enough to look in your eyes, and says "baby. love. dear. i think you are the most beautiful woman i have ever had the privilege of seeing in my entire life. i think you look sexiest as a mother. you're glowing, and you're all soft around the edges. you're my wife. i love you, and anything that's changed. you've carried my babe- you've taken care of her and loved her and watching you take to motherhood makes my heart and my cock swell so much im afraid they're gonna burst".... cue you crying, and giggling, and feeling his hard on grinding into the pudge of your tummy "if i ever hear you speakin about yourself like that again, i swear to all that is holy i will make you cum so hard you see stars and make you BELIEVE you're the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. i love you. if i'm honest, i never want you to not be with child ever again. you look so so beautiful all round and swollen with my babe, and the breast milk? an added bonus. fuck baby, you're so fuckin hot when i watch you pump i wanna cum in my pants like a teenager. fuck.... i lo-" he can't even finish before you smash your lips to his and drag him to bed

your next period is late. john was right. he was gonna get you pregnant again come hell or high water

......

SO LIKE IS THERE SOMETHING THERE OR AM I BEING DELUSIONAL?!?!? HELP.

[rue-dixon]

Chilchuck's wife comforts their daughters from having nightmares

"Mama can you leave the candle lit just for a little longer..." Flertom's voice was small was squeaky. Her tiny hands grabbing and twisting the quilt that lay over the three young girls' laps. Meijack and Puckpatti sat on either side of her.

Puckpatti nodded, "yeah.. I don't like when it's dark."

Their mother titled her head, sitting on the stool next to the bed.

"Why not?" She asked softly.

"Because the shadows give me bad dreams." Puckpatti puffed her cheeks out. Flertom agreeing with her.

"You're almost five and you're still getting nightmares?" Meijack picked at Flertom.

"You get them too!" Flertom immediately called her out, shoving her shoulder.

Their mother sighed, lifting a hand to silently signal them to quit it before it got out of hand. All three girls immediately shut their mouths and sat back in their original spots.

"All of you are having nightmares?"

The three girls nodded in unison.

"Why haven't you gotten me? Or told me or your father?"

They look down at the blanket. Pulling the edges as they avoided their mother's gaze.

"It's embarrassing..." Meijack mumbled.

"Embarrassing?"

"Yeah.. we're getting older and we still get scared by daddy's stories." Flertom frowned.

Their mother pressed her lips together. Her eyes darting to the side for a moment before taking a breath, looking back at her daughters, each with tiny frowns on their little faces.

"You girls shouldn't be embarrassed. Even adults struggle with bad dreams."

"Really?" The three asked in unison.

Their mother nodded, "yes, in fact your father has them all the time." She hummed sadly, muttering a 'poor thing.' Under her breath.

"What?!" Puckpatti gasped, a little too loud for the atmosphere.

Flertom and Meijack also stared at their mother with wide eyes. Their father had nightmares? Really?? It almost seemed unbelievable. Dads weren't suppose to be scared and have silly things like bad dreams. They're suppose to be strong and protectors of the family.

"Does he have them about scary monsters too..?" Flertom asked.

"I'm not sure. He doesn't speak of them much. But from what I do know, it sounds like they're normally about you girls."

"Us?" Meijack titled her head.

"Mhm" her mother nodded. "Something happening to you girls is your father's biggest fear."

"Doesn't he worry about bad things happening to you too, mama?" Flertom asked.

"Well I'm sure he does. But all parents worry about their children more than their spouse, it's just natural."

The three girls were silent a moment. Seemingly taking in all this new information. Until Puckpatti spoke up once again.

"So nightmares are normal then..?"

"Very. Having bad dreams doesn't make you childish. I know they're scary, but it's important to remember that they're just dreams and can't hurt you."

"What does daddy do when he gets bad dreams?"

"Well, normally he reads to calm himself before going back to bed."

"Can we do that?"

Their mother chuckled, "sure, sweetheart. Just as long as you promise to try and sleep after and be very careful not to wake your sisters."

"We promise!" They chirped together.

Their mother smiled gently. "Good." Before leaning forward and kissing them each on the head.

"Now, get some sleep. The faster you sleep the faster you're one day closer to when daddy gets home."

The three girls giggled as they all laid down cuddling into bed. Each feeling a sense of comfort knowing that they weren't alone with being scared by bad dreams. They even let their mother blow out the candle before closing the door behind them. None of them knew it at the time, but unlike their father they would eventually grow out of having bad dreams. As adults all of them rarely having any form of nightmares, when they did they were mostly stress dreams. Even Meijack, who was most like her father and had more anxiety problems than most people, didn't have much. No doubt their father's were due to his job, among other things he's experienced in life. Not that he ever talked about any of that, the only reason his wife knew about his dreams was because it would wake her up many nights. Part of her felt guilty for telling the girls, Chilchuck would be upset if he knew. However he never found out, his wife never mentioned it and his girls knew better than to bring up the things their mother shared with them about their father.

[bollface]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 . . . .˚

pairing — ruben x chris

warnings — illegal fights, talk of violence, hurt/comfort, sad boy ruben, this is short

prompt — Chris takes care of ruben

show — shootfighter & naked in New York

"And the winner is Ruben!" The announcer yelled into the mic, raising the blonde's hand; the man was bruised, bloodied, and ached with sorrow and pain; he stared at the twitching bloodied body of his opponent on the mat, seeing how men picked up the body and dragged him out the cage.

He had gone light on him, kept him alive, and didn't finish him like Mr. Lee wanted. The guy had a family; Ruben had talked to him before their fight, two little girls and a wife.

Ruben felt guilt and sorrow for the man, but he needed money too; living in New York wasn't all sunshine and rainbows; money didn't grow from trees; this way was one way for Ruben to earn decent money for his rent.

But it might not seem like that today; he had given the man mercy; Mr. Lee didn't believe in that bullshit, kill a man or have a man kill you; Mr. Lee dangles the money in front of his face with a price, finish the man and you'll earn your keep, Ruben didn't hold his other side of the bargain.

"You've disappointed me, Ruben," Mr. Lee sighed, tapping the thick cigar into his ashtray. Ruben stood in front of the man, face still bruised and still bloodied but kept on a down low, harmed body covered by a long sleeve.

"I-I couldn't…The guy has a family…What I did to him…that's enough, right? Just pay me half, and I'll work harder in the next fight." Ruben winced; his blue eyes looked pained as he walked closer, but he stopped when Mr. Lee raised his hand.

"Aht-aht-aht….you've failed me, Ruben, I sadly had to say…no money today, you've failed what I asked you to do….simple as that, Mr. Patterson… bye-bye now," the older man waved his hand to him.

Ruben's shoulders sagged down, and he turned around slowly, limping out of the secluded building and walking down the streets of New York. The blurring lights hurt his eyes, and the car's honking and screeching sounds made his ears bleed and his headache.

Chris was sitting on the couch of his apartment, looking over a screenplay his friend Jake had sent him, which resembled the Princess Bride.

He was having a peaceful night until he heard a loud thun against his apartment door; he had stopped everything, dropping the packet on the coffee table and standing up, slowly walking to the door with caution; maybe it was an animal that bumped into his door or a homeless man sleeping against it.

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head through the gap, "What the fuck?!" He gasped, seeing his pretty boyfriend slumped against the floor, a gym bag on his lap, and blood and tears mixed on his face.

"Ruben, holy—what happened?" He asked as he went and helped Ruben up, hearing the sharp inhale of breath and the slight whine, "fight…" Ruben whispered, his eyes blinking slowly; he was losing consciousness; blood was still coming out of his nose and mouth.

Chris pouted, carrying him into the living room and laying him down on the couch, not caring that the white fabric would be stained red, "I'll be back," He whispered, caressing Ruben's dirty hair and kissing his forehead.

"Don't bother….. I'm okay," the blonde slurred, waving his bruised hand. Chris shook his head, went to his kitchen, grabbed a first-aid, a glass of water filled with salt, and a regular glass of water.

"you look like you're hanging off the thread…what even happened? What fight for you like this?" Chris questioned, setting things up on the coffee table, kneeling next to the couch, and slowly moving to grab Ruben's face.

Examining every cut, every bruise, and every speck of blood on his pretty face, "fight…" Ruben mumbled; Chris frowned as he opened the first-aid kit, grabbing the alcohol wipes packet, "Was it against a fucking wrestler? I don't like that you go and come back like this; what if you don't even come back one day?"

Chris started cleaning the cuts on Ruben's face, hesitating with every sharp wince the blonde made, "Just…Have to. I'll be safe," Ruben mumbled, bringing his hand to Chris's cheek, his thumb caressing his face.

"But what if you're not…I can't live with mourning over you." Chris continued to clean the wounds, changing constantly from alcohol wipes to the trash gathered next to him.

"I'll be fine," Ruben muttered, wincing again.

"sure you will," Chris whispered, standing up and moving Ruben to sit up, passing him the glass with salt and water mixed and a tiny trash bin; Ruben groaned as he drank, spitting the now red water into the trash bin.

Chris continued his care, stripping Ruben to his boxers, examining the cuts, and cleaning them while putting bandaids on; Ruben just stayed quiet, staring into the ceiling, "I'm sorry," he whispered, years forming in his eyes.

Chris looked up at him and sighed, standing up and sitting next to his boyfriend, "You don't have to be sorry…I just worry…you come home, and you're all beaten up, and you won't tell me; I worry," he whispered.

Ruben sniffed, lips quivering as he frowned, leaning against his small boyfriend, legs thrown over Chris's lap and head on Chris's shoulder; he just needed to be helped, cared for, and loved; Chris was doing just that.

Soft fingers softly caressed his hair, and soft thumbs rubbed circles in his knee, "Don't worry, baby…I got you; you're safe with me," Chris whispered, leaving soft kisses on Ruben's forehead as the blonde wept quietly.

"I love you," Ruben whispered, cuddling closer to Chris and looking at him with pained blue eyes.

"I love you too, baby…I got you," Chris whispered as he leaned down and gave a long and caring kiss on Ruben's bruised and cracked lips; closing their eyes, they sat in silence, the humming of the ceiling fan being heard and the set sniffs coming from Ruben.

"I don't deserve you….I'll be safer, I promise," Ruben whispered as he pulled away. Chris hummed and smiled, "Good, I don't want you to die before you see me out in theaters," he joked lightly. Making Ruben hum and giggle.

For the rest of the night, Chris took care of Ruben and did everything for him; it made Ruben feel overwhelmed by the love Chris had given him; everything was perfect, and Ruben's guilty and self-beating thoughts went away as they cuddled on the couch and watched 'Rocky 2.'

A/N — so I tried writing angst idk if its good, but I tried my best!!!! Stay tune for more Lawrusso adjacent one shots!!! And thank you @skyf0ckz for the prompt in my rant!!!!

[damascus-crowned-king]

SHAW PACK FIC LETS GOOOO

proofread by the lovely @caelum-et-ocean

Also once again

I AM A SHITTY WRITER

THIS FIC IS PROBABLY ASS

Also kinda angsty

Enjoy

He needed to relax.

He needed to step away from being an alpha.

He needed his body to stop aching.

But most of all, He needed the love of his life.

After a 15 minute drive which felt like an hour due to exhaustion he finally made it home. His feet dragged out of the car and all the way to the stairs and front door. He was even exhausted getting his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door.

With a creaky sound emitting from the door, he spoke softly as that was the only thing his tired voice could muster. "Angel, I'm home."

He was greeted with a soft, kind smile from his other half sitting on the couch. "Welcome back, handsome." He smiled back, but then his smile faded as he realized something unpleasant. "Did you sleep on the couch?" A sheepish smile arose from his question. "Would you be mad if I said yes?" He sighs. Not mad or disappointed. Simply worried. "Angel, you're sick. You shouldn't be sleeping on a stiff, uncomfortable couch while you're sick."

He sits down on the couch and holds his Angel close but not tight as that is the only way to calm himself down.

"Baby, sleeping on the couch for one night isn't gonna kill me! I'm not that fragile." 

"I know you're not that fragile… you're strong. But your body needs time and care for it to get better…  And sleeping on a shit couch is not taking care of your body. As hard as that might be to believe." A small chuckle erupted from the both of them. "Fineeee… You may have a point." "'May?'" "Ugghhh! You definitely have a point! Better?" He chuckles softly and pulls his angel into his chest, and gives a kiss on the cheek. "Better." "Oh, wipe that smug smirk off your fac-" a sentence was interrupted by a cough. And then another. And then a series of coughs…

Until blood is coughed out.

"Angel!" A voice filled with emergency and worry as he puts his hands on his Angel's  back as gently as possible. "Gabe, I'm fine, I promise. "No, you're not. Coughing up blood is far from fine!" His wife quickly rebutted, trying her best to calm her husband down. "And so is stressing about it, Gabriel…" she gently held his face in her hands, although the gentleness was partially because of her weakness.

She caressed his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. "I know it might be a hard task, but please don't stress. The most you can do is be here. And that's enough. 'Cause you've been here since we first started dating." She gave him a smile that was bright yet weak in order to ease his mind, and all He could do was silently let his tears fall while his wife held his face. "Gabriel…" She brought him to his chest and softly stroked his head. After a few minutes, Gabe finally spoke. Although it was barely over a whisper. "Thank God I got Frank to babysit so David isn't here to see this… He doesn't need to see his father like this…" she smiled solemnly. "I'll miss our boy… And I'll miss you too… I barely got to see him grow up and reach his full potential." her voice cracked, too full of emotion to speak properly. Gabe croaked out. "Don't say things that… Please don't." She laughed sadly. "You're right. What am I saying? We're gonna grow old. And we're gonna see our son at his wedding all fancied up. And then we're gonna be the amazing grandparents who spoil our grandchildren and child-in-law…" Gabe's wife's positivity made him smile and laugh. "You're right. That's exactly what's gonna happen. " He wiped his tears and kissed her, and she gladly accepted his lips. She whispered softly with her arms around his neck. "Let's go to bed, big guy." He picked her up with ease and carried her to their bed, and he gently laid her down and crawled in next to her. "Can I lay on your chest?" "Of course, Angel. You don't ever have to ask…" The sound of his heartbeat soothed her, and the feeling of her on his chest soothed him.

Until she spoke up. "You wanna know what's one of the worst things about me being sick?" "What, Angel." "You're not nearly as rough with me in bed as you used to. I mean, it's a real letdown!" He let out a surprised laugh. "Christ, Angel! You are a menace!" She giggled maniacally in his chest and held him close. "Well, since you love me because I'm a menace, I'll just take that as a compliment!" And she was right. Gabe did love her because she was a menace. But he also loved her for so much more than just that.

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