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richeeduvie · 18 days

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Saw a vid of a mom asking her husband if he would babysit their daughter (as a prank tehe bc this one influencer made a vid ab how she has to bribe her husband to “babysit” their child and it was v upsetting bc she was just laughing it off :(() anyways the dad was like:

“??? what ru trying to say ¿¿¿ of course I’ll spend quality time with our daughter while ur out, don’t call it babysitting I’m not sitting on no baby 🤬”

He was so angry at the implication he wouldn’t want to take care of his baby for one night, it just gave ROMAN!! He would bite Baby’s head off if she tried to mess w him like this, and then he would bite her leg for trying to leave the house without her life companions. Why can’t he come with you to the spa? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want any services they provide, he is perfectly content to sit on a chair in complete silence and just stare at your face while u get pampered. That IS his preferred self care routine. And the baby? The misty air and soothing aura has her in a deep slumber, her chunky cheeks smooshed into her papas chest she’s securely wrapped against. She’s a perfect little thing, Roman is,,, a scrappy little thing BUT STILL! Baby mommy claims to love him anyway, so why does she want to go alone???

All of this just for Baby to not even have an actual evening away planned 😭 poor woman. She just upset her impish man, and saddened her angel who heard her papas wails of distress “Mama u want to go away 😞?” Stupid Roman when will he learn he can’t go on his tirades anymore, there’s a toddler who roams these halls! Baby pinches him and walks away pissed w her baby, he’s always ruining her fun. He comes to bed an hour later, she makes him grovel but puts him out of his misery because he did in fact book them a weekend getaway to the Hamptons yay! All 3 Roy’s are coming tho bc he’s still her ball and chain.

This took me so long to type and it’s supposed to be a request 😭 my apologies, feel free to change anything and everything you’d like, I gotta go take a test I’ve had all day to complete and pushed to the last minute.

I love when you people write drabbles. I get to be the reader. I get to consume!! And it's always great. I love this!

Babysitter

Roman Roy x Reader blurb - DogandBone!AU

He is her father. Not her fucking babysitter.

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Roman watches your daughter just toddle around. She's perfect. And this is perfect. He's such a father.

He became a father when you had her, yeah. But here - just looking at her, something soft and swallowed in his eyes, it's all the more prominent.

She plays with blocks. Roman watches intently. It makes you warm and you think he's under the sun like this, he's getting red in the face for it. He can't handle her being cute, which at this point, you think that just means your little girl being a little toddler.

"Top blue. No red. Ba ba blue."

It almost breaks away the giddiness of a prank.

Roman's with your baby all the time. You are with your baby all the time. You're with Roman all the time. Safe to say, you think he'll call you an idiot whore for the idea that he's babysitting. That or it'll be meanie. Mean wife.

You smile.

"Roman, I was planning on going out tonight."

"...It's five. I have to get ready? You didn't want to plan on going out tonight yesterday? Look at her, she's not mentally prepared for being outside. Also, fuck the outside. It was smelling like sewage when we came in, but I think it was that guy who looked like his name was Eddie."

"I was just thinking by myself. I didn't make an appointment but I think they can fit me in for a semi-retreat."

Roman looks to the babbling toddler with her blocks. She's very focused on building it high. Then he turns to you.

"Are you sick of me? Fuck you. What did I even do?"

"Nothing. I just felt impulsive for a spa night."

"I didn't even do anything - like actually...nothing? And now you want to go get your feet rubbed by someone else? Whore. Whore Mommy."

"Ba!"

You roll your eyes. You know Roman has to remember that he gets too whiny and puppy-eyed whenever you mention a foot rub you've had from a spa day. You've taken your feet just for him.

"It'll be quick. Maybe a facial. You can babysit her for a bit?"

"I can literally give you a facial. If you make me, I can-"

Roman's shift with his hands, his attempt to convince, humor, and humiliate.

"...What did you just...what the fuck?"

His eyes get sorta squinty. He's riled. You like Roman riled - you can always get him small and defenseless when he goes too far in a defense. But here, in how you try not to laugh, you'll have to know when to settle.

Maybe now with the vein popping in his forehead.

"Daddy go swear. No swear, Daddy. Blocks like when ears are clean."

Her block tower is almost as tall as her. But she's come up to Roman, shaking her head at his bent knee. She's making sure her Daddy hears her.

You swallow when Roman's not bending his anger to his humor. He just squeezes your daughter's chubby little hand.

You don't think the word babysit has sat well with him at all.

"Did you just tell me to fu...did you kinda just tell me to babysit her?"

Yes, you do. It was funnier in the video. But the husband in the video wasn't Roman.

You should know better, you love him too much that you should know better.

"Why Daddy look crazy?"

Roman pinches his nose bridge and swallow again.

"You just piled a cock-load. A massive cock-load of hurt on me. Wow. Okay." He stands. He's gotten so seriously so quickly. "You're mean and you've been snorting my dead dad's blood clot medication or maybe you've had a brain aneurysm because is she not my kid?"

Your daughter, her sweet head looking up to her Daddy, looks just as confused as you.

"I have not left this place and I really didn't want to because she's my kid. It's not babysitting - I'm not a nanny. We agreed on no nannies? I'm a nanny?"

"Roman-"

"Is this your way of telling me I've been secretly cucked and she's not my baby?"

"...M' not baby?"

You and Roman both turn at the softest voice. It's sweet and genuine and so toddler-like. She is too cute and she is just a toddler. A perfect child who bites her fingers.

Then Roman looks sick - and even though you're the dumb one here, it serves him right for making your sweet girl ask the question in the first place.

"No. Honey, you're my baby. I'm not a babysitter. Do I look like I crush babies?"

Roman's voice tightens in a whine. Possessive and defensive. All of him in the small of his throat.

"Mommy just doesn't like us." Roman looks down, feigns a moment of thinking with his the line of his mouth pushing to one side. "Well, what are we gonna do? We just have to let her go away and do a spa day without us. It's just us now. Forever. Sucks for Daddy mostly cause I've always planned suicide for this route but-"

"Roman."

"Mommy?"

"Oh, sweetheart-"

Her tiny, perfect voice breaks. She's more confused than ever and your heart twists.

"Mommy. No go, I don't-I don't-" She looks to Roman. "...You go away? Why?"

She's very soft and shy in her voice, like she always is. Still too kind for a toddler as she gets teary-eye.

You look to Roman, it's easy to show disappointment along your face.

He looks like he's about to vomit watching his daughter.

You bend down.

"No, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Nowhere, okay? I was just joking. Daddy was just joking."

"I don't- I don't know."

"It's okay. Now you do. Mommy's here forever."

She sniffles and unlike her father, she doesn't feign thinking - she thinks really hard. She nods and rubs her cheek against your chest.

"Sorry for crying. But okay." She wraps her arms around you as much as she can. "Daddy, I don't know why you tell that."

Now your little girl is back to a silly voice in questioning.

"Yeah, Daddy. Why did you say all of that? To a little baby girl?"

"...I didn't - Daddy didn't mean..."

Roman's voice fades and breaks.

Well, you've gotten him small this way. You sigh and stand up, taking your daughter with you. You don't think it'll bode well if you try to leave her by skin.

"Jesu-!"

"You love a good nipple pinch."

Roman rubs his nipple with a scrunched face.

"It's my sorry. I'm sorry, Rome - it was a joke. I don't even have any plans. I just wanted to see how much babysitting would fuck with you. And it fucked with you."

And not pinching the other nipple is his punishment.

You hear a little mm on your shoulder. You kiss your daughter's cheek.

"Sorry, baby."

"She's a smart baby, she understands now. No suicide talk, at least.

"...Sorry." Roman just looks to his shirt. You think it's because he can't look to you. "That was like...mean. She's my baby."

"I know. That's why it's a joke. I'm gonna be in the room. Come with your own sorry."

You're almost asleep with your baby in your arms when Roman comes. You don't know he's been swallowing the sickness down while staring into the threads of the couch. Cause he's just the worst fucking Daddy who can't take a joke. That's him. He's a cute, smart sort of guy that everyone should want with the one person he wants being a super hot Mommy-lady. His best friend. But he's also fucking stupid. He should die, maybe?

Roman scratches a digging sort of scratch at the image of his daughter in her almost tears, confused and reaching for her mommy.

He needs a kiss. He needs a kiss right now or he'll die. It feels like it. He can't breathe, stupidly.

Roman comes into the room and monkey cuddles you from behind. He manages to play with her hair. Her asleep, mouth slightly parted like her father when you watch him sleep.

"We'll go to the Hamptons and we can give facials there. Make them creamy. But it's all of us that are going. And you can't leave me. Like. Actually. Not out of my sight. You won't be able to perceive anything but me and our daughter and that means no stupid ideas.

"Roman."

"She's asleep. Also...sorry for being the worst Daddy. I really did mean for my quip to end up putting our baby in tears."

You sigh.

You know he's suffered enough. He's real in his insecurity.

You kiss his forearm and you hear a sharp breath from behind, it moves against your spine.

"You're the best Daddy. It was nothing. She'll make you play floaties with her forever in the pool."

"...Fuck yeah. She will do that. Hopefully, if, you know, I didn't slap trauma on her face at my attempt at humor against a toddler-"

"Roman."

It's not his name that shuts him up, it's just bite to his forearm. It's all the love in your teeth.

"Yeah?"

"We love you."

"I was hoping on that for my will to not throw myself over the timber Brooklyn bridge..."

You feel his cheek press into your back.

"I love you guys too. Tell her I said that if I fall asleep before she wakes up."

You smile against Roman's bitemark. You'll try your best. It's the least you can do after your mess of a joke. Your love in making more small and needy for you after everything never outranks the need for him to know that he is loved.

Roman nuzzles before there's a lick.

"Can do."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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shhh-secret-time · 4 months

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Ooooo if requests are open. Can I maybe get something for Butters! Some fluuuuuuff please! 💖🙏 thank yoooou I hope I'm not a bother! 😭

Of course you can lovely! It's never a bother!

Warning: Tooth-Rotting fluff, Strong Language

Pairing: Butters x Fem!Reader

"And would you believe it fellas, she said yes! Boy, I sure am excited this weekend is gonna be the best!" Butters couldn't contain the excitement in his voice, the little drawl in his accent slipping out more than usual.

"Yeah Butters, this is the third time you've told us. I think I can believe it." Stan responded with a sigh as he put down the lukewarm burger back down on his tray.

"Oh yeah...hehe!"

Butters giggled as he pushed his fingers together, his knuckles rubbing against each other. Maybe he was being a little annoying, but he couldn't help how excited he was, the giddy feeling was getting stronger with each passing hour. He just had to wait a few more hours and school was over, and more importantly it was Friday so that meant the weekend was already here!

Absent-mindedly he picked up one of the soggy fries off his plate and took a bite out of it, he was in such a good mood he didn't care how horrible it tasted. With his cheek tucked into his hand, he let his eyes wonder over towards where you were sitting. Watching you giggle at a joke Red was telling, nothing else seemed to matter around him but your smile.

The rest of the boys cast side glances at each other, it was Craig who finally broke the silence. "He's gone. We lost him to whatever spell she has over him."

"Come on guys, we should be at least happy for him. I mean look...", Kyle spoke in a whisper as if the blond wasn't sitting right beside him. Before he continued his point his hand came up to Butters cheek, pinching the skin lightly. His green gloves smooshed his cheek in between his fingers, and when Butters didn't react, he continued "Nothing, not a single reaction. It's like we're not here."

"What did he say they were doing anyway?" Craig asked, looking between Butters and Kyle.

"Apple picking." Cartman responded, the look on his face was filled with dread like the very thought of the whole ordeal was exhausting.

"I think it's sweet..."

"You fucking would. It's stupid! I doubt she even knows it's a date, and you know what I don't blame her! Who the fuck goes on a date and picks fucking apples!" As if the whole situation wasn't enough for Cartman, the minute Kyle tried to make light of the situation it set something off in him.

"Why do you care!? I swear to God Cartman do not ruin this with one of your stupid ideas!"

"Fuck you Kahl! You're such a fucking know it all! You just have to be right about every god damn thing, don't you?!"

"For the love of god..."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and Craig only went back to watching the two bicker and argue. Everything seemed to just seem to fall into place, a normal lunch on a very normal day. Butters couldn't care less what was going on or the fact that you and him were the topic of their conversation. His lovesick look was only broken when you finally looked towards the commotion, hearing Kyle and Cartman raise their voices at one another. When your eyes met with his he gave you a wide grin and a little wave, causing you to laugh and wave back at him. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he watched you stand up and whisper something to the girls.

Butters felt his heartbeat pick up with every step you took towards him, the tip of his ears turning red from it all. You closed the distance between the both of you, gliding across the lunchroom like some sort of angel.

"Hey Butters, are we still on for this weekend? What time did you want to meet up?" Your voice rang out past the screaming like chimes, it took Butters a second to register what you even asked.

"Uh, w-well I figured I'd pick ya up! I asked my dad if I could use the car and everything! W-we gotta be careful with it though! Dad said if we made a mess I'd get grounded again!" His mind was screaming at him as the words just kept pouring out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop babbling. Couldn't stop just spewing embarrassing shit about his fear of being grounded.

Expecting you to laugh at him or even call the whole thing off, he felt his heart soar when you smiled warmly at him. Was that a blush on your face too?! Were you just as nervous as he was? But any hope of being on the same level was shattered when you took his hand and gave it a little squeeze, and so was any attempt at keeping the red off his cheeks.

"That's very sweet of you! I'll be ready around four, is that okay? You still have my address, right?"

Sweet. You said he was sweet. You were looking at him like he was the only boy on the planet and calling him sweet. If he wasn't sitting, he was sure his knees would have buckled from that alone.

"Y-yeah! Yeah, I do! Four works swell." Swell. Fucking swell, that's all he could come up with was swell. His lips quivered at his own mind screaming at him, but you didn't seem to mind. You never did.

"Awesome. Thanks Butters, text me~" You cooed, finding the blond in front of you to be the most adorable thing. That was when you delivered the final blow, you did the thing that made Butters sure you were trying to kill him. You leaned down and kissed him on his head. Giving his hand one last squeeze, you let go and made your way back to the girls who were giggling and grabbing at your arm.

Silence fell over the table as the guys looked over at Butters with awe. Kyle's hand loosened off of Cartman's collar and Stan felt his arms slack no longer needing to hold the two back from each other.

"Let's fucking gooooo!" Kenny exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Butters unable to contain his own joy for his friend. Shaking the blond back and forth, his laugh being muffled by the black mask over his face.

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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headbands™

“A bright yellow headband on his head, dimples appearing on his cheeks, his bouncy toddler showing off her boundless energy on the padded floors, Jung Jaehyun knows he’s home.”

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- pairing: jaehyun x reader - genre: super duper family fluff - rating: e for everyone!!! - word count: 3,170 - warnings: only the possible heart attacks one may face imagining jung jaehyun as a dad (i am writing this from the afterlife)

a/n: here’s the first part of the nct as dads: return of the superman! i touched on this subject a bit in lani’s description but i definitely want to go more in detail!

here is where you can find all things nct dad related! i have a ton of other parts out, so go and binge, i won’t judge ;)

[ navi ]

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note: lani just turned 3 years old in this scenario :)

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“I know you know this, but please do your best to keep her fed. She gets super upset whenever her tummy growls.”

“I know.”

“Also, she knows where all the snacks are, so make sure you keep an eye on here. She’ll even climb on her own so you gotta make sure you watch her if she’s in the kitchen.”

“Mmhm.”

“And she’s been super fascinated by the TV, but make sure she doesn’t watch too much.”

“I got it.”

“Oh! And before I forget, I cooked you enough food for the weekend, so don’t forget to eat, okay? All of it is in the fridge. It can be pretty tiring and sometimes you forget to eat for yourself.”

“Thank you, I won’t forget.”

“Am I forgetting anything? ...Oh! And--”

“--Y/N! Don’t worry so much; we’ll be okay!”

Jaehyun laughs at your mildly stressed out complexion; it’s not your fault that you’re more nervous than he was. You stand near the front door, the simple and quick task of putting on your shoes to leave the house taking way longer than expected as you begin to have second thoughts about leaving. Today marks the start of the 48 hours your loving husband will spend with your adorable little daughter. A weekend with the purpose for you to relax and not stress about your baby, but for some odd reason, it’s giving you the complete opposite effect and you haven’t even left the house yet.

It’s not that you didn’t trust your husband and his skills with your daughter, in fact, you knew better than anyone that Jaehyun is more than capable enough to take care of your daughter. It’s simply the fact that this is the longest you’ll be apart from her ever since she was born 3 years ago. Becoming a mother has been equally rewarding and exhausting; you realize that the bags under your eyes get heavier by the day and the ache in your muscles become agonizing by the second. A weekend for you is definitely long overdue, but 48 hours seems oh too long to be apart from your cheeky dimpled little girl, Jung Lani.

Oh, and Jaehyun. You’ll miss him a bit as well.

From the second you announced your pregnancy, Jaehyun was aching to be on this show. Of course, his favorite memories made with his daughter included you, but as his schedule gets filled by the daily, he finds that he doesn’t spend as much time as he’d like his little girl. He finds himself coming home late at night, post-concert/practice exhaustion hindering his ability to play with his daughter the way he’d like. Being able to step away from the idol limelight and just be Jung Jaehyun, father of Jung Lani, for a mere two days is a godsend for him. He’s fully aware that it won’t be easy, but he’s always up for the challenge, especially if it means making fun memories with his precious daughter.

“Don’t be so nervous, Y/N. You’ll just be a phone call away in case anything serious happens, but I’ll make sure Lani is safe and happy throughout the entire time.” Your husband reassures you in an attempt to lessen your nerves. It doesn’t really work, but you appreciate the effort.

“I know, I know.” You pout, “It’s just been three years and the longest I’ve been apart from her has been, like, 4 hours. I don’t know if I can take it.”

Jaehyun laughs again, the simple details of your pout seeming almost identical to the details of your daughter’s pout. He pulls you into a hug, placing a hand on your head to smoosh your face into his chest. “Look, if it makes you feel better, I’ll FaceTime you every time we eat so you can see that Lani is all okay.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, keeping your face against his chest, your voice muffled from the position, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He finishes with a small kiss on your head. You relax for a beat longer in the arms of your husband, all before the little pitter patter of tiny feet catches your attention.

“Eomma! Appa!”

You hear the adorable voice you live for each and every day approach you until a small figure hugs your legs.

“Oh? Did you sleep well, Lani?” You ask, gently pushing Jaehyun aside so you can kneel down and pick up your daughter. Once in your arms, you smooth over her messy bed head, sweeping her thick dark locks to try and tame them.

She rubs the sleepiness from her eyes and nods, “I dreamed about a tiger who was upset because a goblin turned it into a kitten!”

You gasp, “That’s crazy! Was it a bad tiger?”

Lani nods at you enthusiastically, “Mhmm! It fought with the other tigers so the goblin turned it into a kitten so it wouldn’t fight anymore!”

Your daughter's immense imagination never ceased to amaze you and Jaehyun. Her ability to recount the smallest details of her creative dreams have become a part of your morning routine with your precious little girl.

“That seems like a scary dream, Lani!” You overreact, but you know she enjoys these morning debriefs. “Were you scared?”

“I wasn’t scared at all, eomma!” She says, proudly. “Appa was there and he protected me from the angry tiger!” Lani giggles as she says it, two dimples forming on her soft cheeks. You glance over at your husband, identical dimples on his face as he smiles at his appearance in Lani’s dream.

You turn so Lani faces her father, “Oh really? What did appa say in your dream?”

Lani smiles when she sees Jaehyun, reaching her arms so she can be held by him instead. You hand her to him, Jaehyun instinctively kissing her head while she sits in his arms. “Appa said, ‘Don’t worry, Lani! The tiger is strong, but appa is stronger!’”

Lani deepens her voice as she says this, seemingly trying to imitate her father’s baritone voice. You and Jaehyun both laugh at her impersonation; her cheeky personality always brightens up your mornings.

“Ah, did I say that, Lani?” Jaehyun asks.

“You did! You were so cool, appa!” Lani gushes in the arms of her father.

“Is that so?” You say, walking back over to Lani to attempt in fixing the rebellious strands of hair that popped back up even though you just fixed her bed head. “It seems that appa did a good job at protecting you! You should thank him for protecting you from the angry tiger!!”

Lani puts her hands together and she bows her head a bit, just like she learned from you and Jaehyun. “Thank you for protecting me from the tiger, appa!”

“Give him a kiss!”

Jaehyun puckers up his lips as Lani dramatically leans over and gives her dad a big kiss. He instantly holds her close and plants a million small kisses all over her face, causing Lani to giggle oh so sweetly. You smile seeing your entire world right in front of you. From this moment, you know that everything will be okay.

After Jaehyun had his fill of morning kisses, he keeps Lani in his arms as you place a hand on Lani’s back, deciding now is as good time as ever to actually leave.

You sigh as you try your best to maintain a happy voice for the sake of your daughter, “Okay, Lani. You know how I mentioned I’ll be going on a little vacation?”

Lani nods in response, her big eyes looking into your’s.

“Well, Eomma has to leave now! Be good and play with appa! I’ll be home in 2 days.” You rub her back in a circular motion as she looks at you, trying to process the information.

“Okay, Eomma!” She says as you lean over and kiss her cheek. You finally put on your shoes and grab your bags with your clothes as Jaehyun walks towards you.

“Go and give Eomma a big hug and kiss!” Jaehyun whispers in Lani’s ear. You put your head near Lani’s as she grabs both of your cheeks and plants a big kiss on your lips. You smile, looking up at your husband.

“I’m leaving now,” You say, opening the front door.

“Okay, stay safe! Don’t worry about us,” Jaehyun says and leans down, giving you a quaint little peck before you leave. You wave your hand one last time, say your “I love you’s”, and shut the door, heading to your car to start the 48 hours.

Jaehyun heads back inside the house, placing Lani on the ground. He starts his way to the kitchen as Lani speeds past him towards the living room. She notices all of the cameras in the room, an adorable shocked expression on her face.

“Go and say hello properly, Lani,” Jaehyun says with a smile, entertained by his daughter’s expression.

Lani faces one of the self-moving cameras and folds two hands over her belly and does her best bow, saying a small “Hello.”

“Go and say hi to your uncles and aunties in the tents.” Jaehyun adds. Lani immediately runs towards the camera men and women placed around the living room, leaning over and saying her hellos like she did with the other camera. The cameraman responds and she smiles, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Appa! I said hello!” Lani exclaims as she runs to her father.

“Good job!” Jaehyun smiles, squatting down to her height, “Should we wash your face and get ready for the day?”

Lani nods and wraps her arms around Jaehyun’s neck with a giggle. Even in the morning, she keeps her cheerful and happy personality. Jaehyun lifts up his daughter and heads towards the bathroom, getting ready to help her wash her face and brush her teeth. Jaehyun kicks her little step stool near the sink and opens the drawer directly under the sink, letting her choose which headband she’ll wear for the morning.

Lani stands on her tippy toes to see the headbands inside, instantly reaching for one of her newest ones, “I want to wear the yellow one! You too, Appa, wear a yellow one too!”

Jaehyun smiles and grabs one of his yellow headbands, slicking his hair back so it doesn’t get into his eyes. Headbands are for sure the aesthetic of your happy little family; a headband on each of your heads whenever any of you are home. Lani smiles when she sees her dad in his yellow headband, happy to know she’ll be matching with him soon. Jaehyun puts Lani’s headband on her head, the bright yellow headband holding her messy bedhead away from her face.

“Okay, Lani, get up!” Jaehyun taps the countertop that surrounds the sink and starts the water, putting his hand under the running water to gage the temperature. Lani carefully climbs on looking at her reflection in the mirror. Jaehyun flicks some water on Lani’s face, causing her to clench her face at the surprising attack. She giggles and leans over the sink, knowing that it’s time to wash her face. Jaehyun supports her back, making sure she won’t fall, and washes her face. Lani didn’t inherit much from Jaehyun, but her rice cake cheeks and deep dimples are for sure from her father.

After he finishes washing her face, Jaehyun quickly washes his own as Lani waddles off to get him a towel. She runs back into the bathroom, moving back onto her stepping stools as Jaehyun dries his clean face, thanking his daughter for completing her little task. Jaehyun then grabs his toothbrush and Lani’s, putting her child friendly toothpaste on hers and his normal toothpaste on his and they begin brushing their teeth. Jaehyun looks at his daughter’s face through the reflection in the mirror and makes a funny face, all while brushing his teeth. Lani giggles and does her best to imitate the face, causing Jaehyun to smile as well. These simple morning details will never leave you or your husband’s memories; your adorable daughter making simple tasks fun.

Once all of the morning routines are finished up, Jaehyun takes Lani back to the living room, both of their headbands on their heads. “Lani, go and play by yourself for a little bit, okay? Appa is going to make you and your uncles and aunties something delicious.”

“Okay appa!” Lani says as Jaehyun heads off into the kitchen. He gets started on making some food for Lani and even making something for the staff while Lani heads off to play around in the living room with the staff.

Lani smiles, showing off her deep dimples, and walks over to one of the cameramen, poking inside the tent.

“Hello!” she says, happy to meet the new person.

“Hello,” the cameraman says.

“Did you eat breakfast?” Lani asks, bringing her face even closer to the camera; a little habit she picked up from her dad.

The cameraman smiles, “Yes. I ate before I came here.”

Lani looks up at the cameraman, seeing him move some of his hair out of his eyes. Lani furrows her eyebrows in concern, “Is you hair bugging you?”

“Just a little bit, I’m going to get a haircut soon.” he replies.

“I have an idea!” Lani cheers, quickly moving out of the tent and heading to the bathroom. Lani moves her step stool and pulls open the drawer, reaching in and grabbing one of Jaehyun’s headbands. She runs back excitedly towards the cameraman, putting her face close towards his camera. Lani hands the headband to the cameraman, her eyes showing her excitement.

“Here!!” she says, the biggest smile on her face.

The cameraman laughs, flustered about this situation, “No, it’s okay, I don’t need one.”

Lani’s eyes show a bit of sadness, “Please, Uncle?”

The cameraman laughs again and concedes, Lani’s cuteness too much to handle, “Okay, okay.” He reaches a hand and grabs the headband, taking off his headphones to put the headband, holding back his hair. Lani looks at him excitedly, happy to see that she helped him get his hair out of his face.

“Thank you, Lani!” He smiles, reaching a hand to pinch her cheek. Lani giggles, running to the middle of the living room while looking at the cameraman, happy to see the headband on his head. She jumps around excitedly, her joyous laughter filling the air. The other camerawoman laughs quietly as well, doing her best to film the excited toddler.

Lani’s attention is caught by the laughing camerawoman, giggling and running towards her tent now. She brings her face close to the camera as well, sticking her head in the camerawoman’s tent.

“Lani, don’t disturb your aunts and uncles! They’re busy working,” Jaehyun says from his spot in the kitchen, his face staying towards the carrots he’s currently cutting. Lani seemingly ignores her father’s words and proceeds to shove her face right into the camera, giggling at the new object.

“Excuse me!” Lani says, her attention now on the camerawoman. “Would you like a headband too?”

The camerawoman smiles gently at Lani, “No thank you. I’m okay!”

Lani frowns at the rejection, literal puppy eyes appearing on her face. “Bu-But! Uncle in the other tent has one, Lani has one, appa has one… you’re the only one that doesn’t have one!”

The camerawoman giggles, “Alright. Go and get me a pretty one, Lani!”

Lani’s features brighten up immediately as she cheers in excitement, immediately rushing back into the bathroom to get a different headband. Lani finds one of your white headbands, deciding this is the perfect color for her new auntie. Lani has a wide smile on her face as she runs as fast as her little legs can take her back to the camerawoman.

“Here!” Lani giggles, putting her face in the tent, the headband in her hand.

The camerawoman looks over to her colleague, the headband sitting proudly on his head. He’s filming the adorable interaction happening as he just laughs behind the camera. He nods at the camerawoman, silently telling her to just accept the headband.

“Alright. Thank you so much, Lani!” The camerawoman gives a gentle smile to the bubbly girl, grabbing the offered headband. She puts on the headband, making sure it’s still visible even with the headset on.

Lani runs to the middle of the living room, an even brighter smile on her face. She jumps up and down and dances in delight, so pleased that everyone in the house has headbands on their heads now. She stops jumping for a brief second, wanting to show her father her newest accomplishment.

“Appa! Appa!!” Lani cheers as she rushes over to the kitchen. Jaehyun holds a plate with some gimbap he prepared, doing his best to walk carefully with his daughter practically hugging his legs.

“One second, Lani. Let me give this to Uncle and Auntie then you can tell me. Appa doesn’t want to spill this.” Jaehyun says as Lani grabs a hold of his sweatpants as he walks towards the tents. Lani nods and stays quiet, figuring out that it might be better as a little surprise for her dad.

Jaehyun reaches the first tent and carefully hands him the food he prepared, a smile on his face. “Please enjo-- wait a second... I don’t remember you wearing a headband when you walked in?”

The shock is evident in Jaehyun’s face as the cameraman laughs. “I’m sorry, Lani came by and gave it to me and I couldn’t refuse.”

Jaehyun looks over at the insanely cheerful expression on his daughter’s face and he smiles as well, “No! Don’t apologize! This entire thing is actually really funny! How did I manage to miss her doing this?”

Jaehyun ruffles his daughter’s hair and kneels down at the text tent, moving the curtain back to give the rest of the food to the camerawoman. He takes a look inside and realizes that she also has a headband, causing him to let out a hearty laugh. “You too?”

The camerawoman just nods. Lani jumps on her dad's back, giggles fill the air as she shows just how happy she is about everything. Jaehyun stands up with Lani on his back, spinning around a bit as she hangs on for dear life. Jaehyun kneels down again, letting Lani plant her feet on the ground again, kneeling down and holding her close as she giggles so brightly, something about this situation just puts her in a laughing mood.

“Good job, Lani! My daughter is so thoughtful. Who did you get that from?” Jaehyun says, hugging Lani close.

Lani smiles, “From eomma and appa!”

Jaehyun opens his arms, allowing her to wiggle free and jump around the living room in delight. The dad of three years watches his pride and joy with a smile on his face, his heart filled with a happiness he’s never known before. All of the nerves and negative thoughts about his abilities to watch his daughter on his own completely leave his mind; even a glance of Lani’s smile is enough for him.

Jaehyun knows that in this very moment in time, he’s right where he’s meant to be. He wouldn’t trade any of this for anything.

A bright yellow headband on his head, dimples appearing on his cheeks, his bouncy toddler showing off her boundless energy on the padded floors, Jung Jaehyun knows he’s home.

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grimcorvis · 3 years

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Sins Locked Away- The Wedding

Part 1 of 3

(Aw ye we did it! Angst time! Phoenix and I finished it and now it’s time to share it!)

Characters: Grim Corvis Abaddon Payne Reaper the Hellhound Abigail Payne Joseph Payne Alistair the Angel Raphael the Archangel Ezzel the Succubus Daemonera the Harpy Orcus, Demon of Greed Koban the Oni Satan (duh) Cicely the Plague Doctor

(HUGE thank you to @phoenixvitae for cowriting it with me and thank you to @sassinapaperbag for letting us use their Satan design and plague doctor!)

The Wedding

The day had arrived. It was the biggest moment of both of their lives, and it would change them forever. This would be a historic moment for a demon and Death……for it was their wedding. Grim could hardly contain himself as he dressed in his tuxedo, hair wrapped in its braid. His palms were shaky and sweaty as he tried to put on his bowtie, and he fumbled with the silky fabric. He couldn’t see his soon-to-be-husband until he walked down the aisle to meet him at the podium, and he was extremely antsy. A knock sounded and a blue-skinned demon walked in, silver hair tied in a bun and long horns adorned with gold cuffs.

“Grim, you’re trembling.” Koban the Oni shook his head at the Reaper, walking over to assist his friend. “You need to relax, this is a big day for you. You should be proud! And yet you behave as if this is more terrifying than the pits of Tartarus.”

“It’s more anxiety and excitement rather than fear.” Grim sighed, letting Koban tie his bow for him. “It’s my first wedding in all my 6019 years of existence. I’m finally going to spend eternity with the one I truly love. What if I freeze up and screw up my vows? What if I drop the ring and lose it?! What if-” He started to panic, but Koban placed a hand on his shoulder.

“My friend, you will be fine. Besides- Raphael, Alistair, myself, and Orcus will be nearby to help you out if you need it.” He assured Grim and Death sighed, nodding. He hoped everything would be fine. Hopefully, Abaddon was having a better time on his end, this was nerve-wracking already!

As it turns out, Abaddon was hyperventilating as he was putting on his dress. “I’m not ready for this! What was I thinking?! We’ve known each other, what, a few months and we’re already getting married?!”

"Abaddon Jeffery Payne, would you hold still for a minute?" Abigail sighed heavily and tried to help him put his dress on, his veil resting on a chair. "Relax, dear. You've been planning this and waiting for this for a while. If you wanted to wait, then that would just make the anxiety worse." She came to his front and cupped his cheek. "Besides, what better day than today- your birthday."

Abaddon took a few deep breaths, finally calming down after hours of severe anxiety. “You’re right. Then again you’re always right, aren’t you?”

Abigail smiled and winked at her son. "That's why I'm your mother. Now, let's get your tail under the skirt- and hold still for me this time." She started to fix up his skirt as Ezzel peeked in the room.

"OooOooOooo, so elegant~! And the groom is looking the same way!" Ezzel giggled and took a picture with her phone. "People are starting to file into the Garden, and your angel and demon friends will show up any minute. Koban's already helping Grim."

“Seems like everything is going perfectly. Thanks for helping out, Mom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Abaddon embraced his mother, something that wasn’t even possible before he met Grim. So much had changed in his life, and all of it for the better.

His mother hugged back, careful not to wrinkle the dress or smudge any makeup. "You're ever so welcome honey." She smiled and looked at the time. "Now, you wait in here for a bit and don't sneak off. I need to see if everything is set up. Ezzel dear, come help me a moment."

Ezzel nodded, following Abigail out of the doorway. The door closed, but not before a certain Hellpuppy snuck his way through. "Papa!! Papa, there's so many people and so much excitement! I'm so happy for you and Daddy!!" A pillow was strapped to Reaper's back, small enough to not be cumbersome, and with an indent for two rings to be placed.

“Oh my celestial being, you are SO CUTE!!!” Abaddon picked up Reaper into his arms, squishing his face and petting him furiously. “Who gave you the right to be this adorable?!”

“Noooooo stahp it! Heeheehee!” Reaper giggled as he was loved on and smooshed by his pseudo-dad. “I gave myself the right, Papa!” He licked his nose and squirmed to get down. “You look so pretty! You look pretty and Daddy looks handsome! I can’t wait for you to see him! When are you gonna go and kiss him, Papa? Is it soon?” There was so much excitement and Reaper was literally vibrating with it.

Abaddon laughed at Reaper’s enthusiasm, happy to have him in his life. “I’ve completely lost track of time. I don’t know how much time we have before we’re supposed to start.”

"From what Grandma and her ex Grandpa said, pretty soon. I need to go and get the rings, and then Grandma said she'll come and get you to walk you down the aisle. I just wanted to say hi." Reaper smiled and wagged his tail. "Oh- and Daddy said he has the perfect song for your walk."

Abaddon made a curious expression. “He’s not going with the classic?” His curiosity slowly turned into excitement. “Can’t wait to hear it!”

The little pup giggled and nodded. "I gotta go, Papa. But I'll see you out there!" He nudged the door open and trotted out of the room, leaving Abaddon alone. It wouldn't be much longer now, the voices of people could be heard and seen from outside the window. This was gonna be big.

Grim paced in his secluded room, waiting until they were called out to the graveyard. He wanted to see Abaddon so bad, he was so anxious and excited all at once. He bit his lip and took a breath, creeping out into the hall. He gently knocked on Abaddon's door, smiling. "Hey, babe. Are you doing okay in there?" He asked softly, staying outside the room. He wasn't looking in the room at Abaddon, this was avoiding the bad luck, right?

The sudden knock startled Abaddon for a second, but the sound of Grim’s voice immediately soothed him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… nervous as all purgatory.”

"You and me both, sweetheart." Grim laughed softly, leaning against the door frame. "I can see that everyone is almost here, even our acting troupe is here." He placed his hand on the door and smiled. "I bet you look so beautiful. I wish I could see you right now…"

“I do too, but it’s bad luck to see the bride, or in this case the one in the dress, before the wedding.” Abaddon placed his hand on the door as well, not knowing that Grim was doing the same.

"Do you think that...I could at least hold your hand? I won't look at your hand, but- holding it might help my nerves." He suggested, his hand matching Abaddon's on the other side. "It might make you feel better too. Considering I can tell that we're both nervous as all Heaven."

Abaddon cracked a smile. “Seems like I’m starting to rub off on you. You’re speaking in hell slang.” He chuckled to himself, opening the door a crack and offering his hand.

True to his word, Grim didn't look at his hand. He grabbed it and entwined his fingers together, feeling a little more relieved. "How's this? Do you feel a little better?" His hand felt so warm, yet it trembled slightly with excitement. He could feel his heartbeat and Abaddon's through their touch.

Abaddon took a deep breath, feeling the slight chill of Grim’s skin course through him. “Yeah, much better. Thanks.” He closed his eyes, standing there for what felt like an eternity.

“You’re welcome, mi amor. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to call you my husband.” Grim sighed, squeezing his hand. He was snapped out of the quiet moment when Alistair called up the steps. “GRIM! Everything’s almost ready, go get your butt out there! You need to get into position!” “Ah- coming!” He turned his head back to the door. “I have to go. I’ll see you out there, darling.”

Abaddon had returned to the mirror, not noticing that the door had swung open wider behind him. Nonchalantly he replied, “Til Death do us part, my love~” He continued touching up his makeup, the mirror just out of the way of reflecting the wide-open door and Grim’s shocked face in it.

Grim froze for a moment, unable to tear his gaze away from the demon in the room. He- he had seen him. In the dress. He wasn’t able to finish his thoughts as Alistair grabbed his hand, pulling him from the doorway. “What are you staring at? Come on! You’re gonna be late!” The angel tugged him out of the house and across the street to the graveyard.

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Abigail knocked on the doorframe of Abaddon’s room. “Dear? It’s time. Are you ready?” She asked and picked up his veil and bouquet, holding them out to him. The flowers were fire lilies, beautiful orange flowers like the one Grim placed in his hair the day they became a couple.

Abaddon took a deep breath, turning to his mother in the open doorway. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He placed the veil on his head, taking one last look at himself in the mirror. “You know, I honestly never thought this day would come. Especially not 450 years ago.”

“And now that day is here. And I’m so glad I can be here for it.” Abigail started getting teary-eyed already. She dabbed her eyes a bit with a tissue and took her son’s hand. “Come, everyone is waiting for the bride. Can’t keep your new husband waiting.” She guided Abaddon out of the house and across the street. Cars were lined on the sidewalk for almost a mile, it seemed like everyone was here and then some. She paused outside of the gate, where Ezzel and Daemonera stood waiting. “This is it. Deep breath honey, and happy birthday my sweet boy.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Abaddon pulled her in for a quick embrace, not realizing until now how much he used to wish that she could be at his wedding when he was young. Tears started to form in his eyes as he quickly pulled away, not wanting to get too emotional yet.

Ezzel smiled at her demon brother and entered the Garden, Daemonera following behind. The music started up when it was Abaddon’s turn, and Reaper was right about it not being the traditional wedding theme. It was soft piano music, ‘Everything Stays’ floating through the air. The crowd of people faced the gate smiling and teary-eyed. At the very end, standing in front of Abaddon’s father at the altar, was Grim. Standing in a tux, just like in his dream, and his silver eyes were watery with joy.

Abaddon burst into tears as well, his literal dreams coming true before him. He walked down the aisle, trying his best to keep his composure as best he could. Reaper was right in front of him, both carrying the rings and spreading flower petals on the ground from a basket tied to his neck. The hellhound occasionally looking back was the only thing keeping Abaddon from breaking down in the middle of the aisle.

Reaper shook the last of the flower petals from the basket as he reached the end of the aisle, trotting over to stand by the girls. Ezzel and Daemonera on one side, Raphael and Alistair on the other side by Grim. It was perfect. Grim held out his hand as Abaddon joined him and Abigail sat in the front row as she gave her son to the Grimm Reaper.

Grim gently lifted Abaddon's veil from his face, a happy tear escaping those captivating silver eyes. "You look beautiful…" He whispered and held his hand, using his other to wipe away the stray tear. Even though he saw him in the dress beforehand, he couldn't get over how amazing he looked.

Abaddon leaned into Grim’s hand, a smile forming on his face. “Thanks. You look amazing too.” The tears had finally stopped running down his face as he stared at the man that would soon be his husband. He whispered to Grim, “Ready for the best day of our lives?”

"Ready as ever." Grim nodded and stared back. He wanted to keep staring, but they had to break away and face Joseph, Abaddon's father, and the man uniting them. He cleared his throat and began. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here on this wonderful day..to celebrate the union of Abaddon Jeffery Payne-" Joseph gestured to his son. "-and Grim Azrael Corvis." He then did the same to the Reaper. "This wedding doesn't just symbolize their love- it symbolizes a special bond. A bond that runs deep in their hearts, one that all of us wish to someday achieve."

All the humans in the crowd seemed confused by those names but quickly returned to watching the ceremony. Hopefully, they all assumed they were just using stage names until now.

Abaddon leaned closer to Grim, listening to his father’s words. Centuries ago something like this would have never happened between them. Now they were both demons and have changed for the better. Funny how things work out like that.

Joseph went on for a few minutes about love and marriage and yada yada all that boring stuff, and then it was time for them to say their vows. "Abaddon. Grim. You may now speak your vows to each other. Say them openly-" He smiled and spoke quieter to them. "-and do your best." Joseph stood up straight and nodded for them to go ahead.

Grim mustered up the courage to go first, taking a deep breath and holding Abaddon’s hands. “Abby. The time that we’ve been together has...it’s honestly been the happiest time of my life. When I’m down or upset or worried, you know how to make me feel so much better. You never cease to make me smile and laugh. You’re so perfect- none of the others I’ve dated before can even compare. I love you, and I always will no matter what happens.”

Abaddon had to fight back tears as his turn came up. “Grim, I can honestly say that I never expected any of this to happen. All my life I thought I’d be alone and miserable, corrupting souls for all eternity. But, you showed me that life doesn’t have to be about pleasing other people. You showed me how to be… free.” He started to choke on his words, emotion getting the best of him. “I-I promise to always love you and to be there for you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Their words brought the crowd to tears and sniffles. It was so moving, even Reaper was whimpering with how precious his dads were being. Joseph wiped a tear away as he cleared his throat. “If anyone has cause to object to the forming of their union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I, in fact, object.” Rang out a rather smug, yet somehow still pissed off voice, in the far back of the clearing.

#grim corvis #grim the reaper #abaddon payne #abaddon #angst #angst writing #wedding angst #i was very tempted to call this the Red Wedding #but idk how many people would get the GOT reference :/#enjoy part one!#two more to go!

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disasterdeacy · 5 years

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Never In My Wildest Dreams Part 3

A/N: Here’s Part 3! It’s a little bit later that I’d said it would be, but I spent a great deal of time trying to get it absolutely perfect. If you would like to be added to the taglist for this story, and/or my permanent tag list, just shoot me a message! A little disclaimer for this chapter, I’m sure that Emily May is an incredibly amazing human being and not at all as nasty as I’ve made her appear in this chapter! It is just for dramatic purposes, and is important to the development of this story! Enjoy! Pairing: Present Day!Brian May x Young!Reader Word Count: 6.8k Summary: The day after finding out she’s pregnant with twins, Y/N May and her husband enjoy a nice breakfast before being rudely interrupted. Warnings: Angst, 18+, Age Gap, wow kids can be rude and ungrateful man Part One Part Two

The smell of tea and toast woke you the next morning, rumbling stomach sending you bounding from the bed. Brian’s place in the bed was cold to the touch as you tug on your robe and glasses, padding down the stairs towards the kitchen. The events of the previous day seemed like a dream, you had to shake your head at the sheer insanity of it, a wide smile on your face as you gaze at the back of your husband. He was stood in front of the stove shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, curls pulled into a ponytail, one of your bright yellow scrunchies holding it up, the color standing out vividly against his white curls.

Leaning yourself against the doorway, you stand and watch him flutter around the stove, stirring various items. God, you were so lucky. Brian has some music playing and he’s dancing a bit to it. He knows he’s an awkward dancer—always has been—but it doesn’t matter. He hears you come down but doesn’t turn around; maybe he even shakes his hips a bit more for you. He was in a good mood. He’d woken up feeling refreshed and achy in just the right places. And he was going to be a DAD. AGAIN. He was nearly done with breakfast, just finishing up the potatoes

You try, and fail to hold back your grin, before pulling your phone out, snapping a picture to post on Instagram later. After a while of watching him, you decide to make yourself known.

"Oh now this is a sight I could get used to Doctor May.." He laughs at your comment, looking over his shoulder at you

"What, you’re not used to it by now?" He smiles at you before turning back to the stove "Come kiss me, Mrs. May, I can’t let your breakfast burn. " Groaning dramatically, you roll your eyes for good measure as you make the trek to Brian, heart singing when he calls you Mrs. May.. almost 1 year later and you still haven’t gotten use to your new name. You wrap yourself into his side, placing a kiss to his collarbone, his chest, his neck, his cheek, his nose, his forehead... everywhere but his lips. Brian puts the spatula down before turning to you, his pillow soft lips drawn up in a pour at your neglect of his lips. Laughing at his reaction, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

"Oh come here you big baby."

Pressing a kiss to his lip you reach up, fingers playing with the end of his ponytail, a small laugh bubbling out as he kisses you back ferociously. You away from him still laughing, smacking his chest lightly when he leans forward, lips searching desperately for yours.

"Don’t burn my hash browns Dr. May or there’ll be consequences. Your children are hungry, and the only thing to sate their hunger is hash browns with cheese and onions." Bri is still pouting stubbornly, lips just wanting to feel yours, but then he gives you a smile, his free hand falling to rub over your stomach.

"Yes ma’am, coming right up. " He finishes cooking in no time, playing everything and bringing it to you.

"Can I get you anything else, love? " He is being so attentive, eager to please you.

You moan at the plate of food he places in front of you, it all looked incredible. Brian was waiting for your answer, so you smiled up at him, pulling him down in the seat beside you. "Just you. "

Picking up the fork, you spoon up a bit of beans and holding it out for him, laughing a bit as he pouts, telling you that it was your food. "Yes love, I’m aware, but you asked if I needed anything else, and I want to feed you breakfast. So stop pouting, and listen to your wife. "

You lean over and placed a kiss to his lips before placing the beans in his mouth. Grinning as he glares at you. You sit like that for a while, alternating between feeding yourself and feeding Brian, simply enjoying one another’s company. After a while, your thoughts migrated to the issue of the day before, you, pregnant, gotta tell everyone, but above all that... You needed names. Sure you had 6 more months to figure it out, but you wanted something to call the gremlins inside of you..

Looking over at Bri as you eat a piece of cantaloupe, you stick your tongue out at him as he tried unsuccessfully to steal a piece of it, taking his hand in yours with your free hand. "So, names babe, what are you thinking?"

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, sucking the cantaloupe into your mouth in one go. Brian hums, resting his chin on his hand in thought, he watches you fondly, smiling a bit.

"Well, I mean, it depends if it’s a boy or a girl. I mean, both of them." He gives you a look as you shovel more food into your mouth

"Do YOU have name ideas? You’re the mum, after all. I feel like your say is more important than mine." You stick your tongue out as him at the look he gives you "Hey! I’m eating for 3 now Mr. Fat Bottomed Girls..."

You wink at him as he gapes at you , trying to back track, but you stop him, laughing a little at the look on his face.

"I’ve always liked the names Winifred and Oliver... but, I also want you to have a say in it! You’re their dad Bri, and you get to veto any name you hate alright? Don’t hesitate to tell me love." You give him a serious look, the smile on your face betraying you though.

"Oh god Bri imagine it! Winifred and Oliver May.. our little babies."

Reaching down you place a hand on your stomach, trying to channel every single ounce of love you have in your body to their little ones. They weren’t even truly babies yet, not even fetuses, but you’d never loved something so much. Brian was sat there watching you with a wide smile on his face, causing you to smile even bigger, your eyebrows raised a bit in question.

"And what exactly is going through your brain then Dr. May. " He blushes when he gets caught, and shrugs, eyes twinkling

"You’re just cute. " You wrinkle up your nose at him and he laughs.

"I love those names, darling. Does that mean I pick the middle, then?" You nod at him and he thinks for a little while, his own hand moving to cover yours on your stomach. He looks down at the grain of the table after a while, his cheeks reddening.

When you ask him what’s wrong he just rubs the back of his neck with his free hand

"It’s... it’s stupid, I think." You insist on him telling you, and he sighs, voice nearly a mumble

"Maybe, uh... maybe Winifred Mercury Meddows May? And... And Oliver Richard Nicholas May?" He sniffs, shrugging a little.

"Nicholas because... because your mum’s name is Nicole, and the others because..." He shrugs,

"I don’t know, maybe it sounds bad, or it’s too much? Also—I mean, Roger doesn’t need any other boost to his ego... " Tears immediately spring to your eyes as he tells you the names, causing you to clench your hand tighter around his, bringing it from your stomach to your lips.

"Oh Brian, I love them so much. " He gives you a look of disbelief

"I’m serious Bri, they’re beautiful.. I would be absolutely honored to name our children after them Bri..." And you were. You'd been contemplating bringing up the idea of naming one of the kids after Freddie, and this was going one better. Subtly naming the babies after the three most important men in Brian’s life over the past 50 years? It was something you were over the moon about.

"I’d been thinking about asking you if we could memorialize Fred in some way, but this is so much better Bri." Leaning over, you place a kiss to his nose, nuzzling it and placing your head to his. He sniffled a bit and held out his arms to you, silently beckoning you to him. Smiling at him, you stand from your chair, walking between his legs, and wrap your arms around his head, pressing him into your chest.

He felt relieved at your words, and hugged you close to him. He’d been worried you wouldn’t like it. But he... he wanted SOMEthing to give his friends—and his children.

Something important, and meaningful. He hadn’t thought of doing so with his earlier kids—it had been right in the middle of everything, hadn’t felt like something needed. But, everything was different now

"I remember when Rog told me one of Lola’s middle names was May. I fucking cried right there in the waiting room. " He huffs out a laugh at himself.

"I just... thank you." You tighten your grip around him, pressing a kiss to his curls. He didn't have to thank you, these were his children as well, and you wanted him to be as involved in planning their arrival as he was going to be in their lives once they were born.

"Of course love, your opinion and input are just as important as my own. "

He just cuddles further into your stomach, arms tightening around you, making you sigh in contentment, loving the way he feels against your body. Dropping a series of butterfly kisses to his cheeks, you smile down at him, fingers pressing into the sides of his mouth, smooshing his lips into a fish like look before placing a little kiss to them as well.

"My mom will also love that you thought of her..." Oh she would absolutely burst in excitement when you’d told her... She was so supportive of Bri and you, and had been from the beginning of your relationship, only wanting her daughter to be loved as she deserved.. And the fact that it was Brian May.. that didn't really hurt.

Brian just laughs, trying not to get too emotional. "Your mum... She’s always been wonderful to you and to me. I just thought it would be nice."

He pushes his head firmly into your stomach, pressing a kiss there over your clothes. ".... Roger’s going to brag about it for the rest of time, though. Just a warning. "

You smile down at him, brushing away a few tears he didn’t know had fallen. He smiles up at you, placing 2 kisses to your stomach before nuzzling back into you, his arms tightening around your middle again.

"I plan on it love, you’ll have to tell me when we’re gonna tell Rog about it.. wanna record him crying so the world can see he has emotions."

He laughs loudly into stomach, tickling your sides a bit. You laugh along with him, heart feeling lighter than it’s felt in a long time..

"I mean, we have to make sure these little ones are what we’re naming them to be, but, I have a feeling we’re pretty on the nose about it." You desperately wanted one of each, a little boy and a little girl.. Winnie and Oliver.

"I mean, I’ll be okay with anything as long as they’re happy, healthy," You smile, lying your head on his, placing a kiss to his curls. "and agree that ‘39 is your best song. "

He smiles, hand rubbing over your stomach "I have a good feeling too. But if they surprise us, we’ll figure things out."

He’s suddenly excited again "I honestly can’t wait to tell Rog. And John. "

He and Roger were obviously a lot closer and in constant contact, but they were still close with John, and they would have dinner every so often. The three of them were still important to one another, they just tried to respect John’s want for privacy. Brian laughs a little at your ending sentence

"Is ‘39 my best song then? Not, hmm......... what’s that one you’re so fond of?" He pretends to be thinking, his hand moving to squeeze your ass cheekily.

Squealing at his antics, you bite your lower lip to keep from laughing loudly. "Hmmm I think… Tear it Up? Maybe?"

Wiggling your eyebrows at him, memories of a concert almost 3 months back come flooding through your mind. You’d basically begged Brian to add "Tear it Up" to the set list, it being the one song of his that he didn’t sing that made you just… feel things.

So, as you were stood to the side of the stage, watching him sing the song that had gotten you off more times than you cared to admit… You had been planning your attack for after the concert. You’d never felt him cum so hard inside of you before that night, and you can vividly remember saying that he was going to get you preg-…

Letting out a shocked gasp, your eyes widen at the sudden realization before a loud laugh erupts from your throat. Brian looked at you concerned, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline.

"Bri-brian! Oh my god, I, I think I know when you knocked me up! "

You're doubled over laughing as Brian holds you up, preventing you from falling to the ground. A noise of realization falls from his throat as well, as he joins you in laughter. He knows immediately what's going through your head in that moment and his loud guffaws overwhelm your own.

"Oh god, maybe you’re right. Jesus, I—" He shakes his head, arms tightening around your waist.

"You know—Roger teased me when he saw the setlist! He said something like that would happen and I told him it wouldn’t! " You could barely breathe through your laughs, unable to believe that your children, your children with Brian May, were conceived because he’d performed Tear it Up....

"Oh my God, Brian I ca-I can’t breathe!" Tears were streaming down your face, the kitchen echoing with your joined laughter.

"Well, we definitely have to name Winnie after him now, because this... oh my god Brian this is just too perfect!" Wrapping your arms around him as you both attempt to calm down, you shake your head at the sheer insanity of the situation that just seemed to keep getting stranger as the days went by.

"Did you ever imagine when you wrote that song that it would be the catalyst for you impregnating your young wife at 72 years old?"

Brian just snorts, shaking his head. "I was drunk and horny when I wrote that song, I don’t think I was thinking about much of anything at the time. "

He's teasing, plopping back down into his chair, pulling you flush against him once again. You smile, brushing his fringe out of his face, you loved that he constantly wanted to be close to you, to feel you against him.

"I’ve been told by people that the song was a catalyst for THEM, I just never thought it would be for ME as well.... God, I’ll never be able to live this down, Will I? You’ll never let me forget it." His voice is muffled as he presses his face into your chest

You snort, pressing your face into his head, rubbing your hands up and down his back. "Oh no love, I’m going to be teasing you about this until the end of time."

You smile into his hair as another thought comes to you. "Freddie wouldn’t let you live this down, so neither will I. "

He lifts his head and gives you a grin, eyes sparkling when he looks at you. "No, he wouldn’t, would he? He’d be absolutely delighted by the whole thing, the tosser."

Brian shakes his head before moving to stand, gathering the dirty dishes to clean them, tutting at you when you insist on helping, giving you a pointed look over his glasses. You hold up your hands in mock surrender, chuckling when he rolls his eyes at you and moves to the sink.

It's silent for a while, the two of you simply enjoying one another's company, you on your phone scrolling through social media for a while, catching up on everything you'd missed during your day at the hospital. You're so engrossed in liking pictures posted by the sweet fan accounts that had sprung up in support of you and Bri, that you didn't even notice Bri finishing up the dishes, only realizing he was finished when he comes up behind you, scaring you just a bit when he wraps his arms around your waist, hands moving up your shirt to rest on your naked stomach.

"What’s on the agenda for today, love? Anything specific?"

His voice is as soft as the hands that rub your stomach, causing you to smile and lean back into his embrace, closing your eyes when Brian drops a kiss to your hair.

"Well, I was kind of hoping we could go start baby clothes sh-"

Your words are interrupted by a series of rapid knocks against the front door, causing you and Brian to share a look of confusion before your husband scurries to the door, you slide from the barstool and following behind him. Brian makes it to the door before you, swinging it open to reveal a rather furious looking Emily May. Before you or Brian can even open your mouths to speak, Brian's youngest daughter storms past him, eyes full of anger as she turns to her father, arms crossed in front of her chest.

You step forward, placing your hand on Brian's arm. None of your husband's children had ever really liked you, they all thought you were nothing more than a gold digging whore who was only with their father for his money and fame. However, when the two of you had announced your engagement, Jimmy and Louisa had at least started to make an effort to get to know you, to accept the woman who was making their father happier than they'd seen him in decades. After the wedding, the eldest May children had even started to bring their youngest children over to your and Brian's house whenever they needed someone to watch them, and a majority of the time, it was only you in the house to watch the toddlers. You absolutely adored your step grandchildren, and they adored you, calling you Nanna Y/N, which had caused some serious laughs the first time Jimmy's youngest had said it.

However, despite the fact that her older siblings had embraced you and accepted that you were now a part of their family, Emily had staunchly refused to even be in the same room as you unless it was Christmas. Her reasoning, as she has loudly proclaimed multiple times in front of God and the entire May family, was that you were too young, she was a good decade older than you, and that she didn't trust you.

This whole issue had initially taken quite a toll on you, as you didn't want to come between Brian and his children, it had even made you consider ending the relationship for a moment in time. However, Brian had stood unflinching by your side, and had strictly told his youngest daughter that, while he loved her dearly, he wouldn't allow you to be spoken to or about in such a manner. So, to say that you and the youngest May had a rocky relationship was an understatement. This made her presence at your home even more strange, and you a little uneasy of what was inevitably to come.

You and Brian stood there, staring at his daughter with eyebrows furrowed, waiting for her to make a move. You didn't have to wait long.

"So, is it true then?"

Bri looks over at you, hazel eyes squinted in confusion at her question, before turning to his daughter.

"Em, love what do you m-"

Your husband didn't even get his words out of his mouth before Emily interrupted him, eyes burning into her father's.

"Is SHE, "

Her finger extends towards you, voice raised,

"Fucking pregnant?! Did you knock up your little whore?"

A gasp leaves your mouth at Emily's words, not her calling you a whore, that you expected. But her blatant disregard for Brian was just plain wrong and disrespectful. Stepping forward just a little, your hand still on Brian's arm, you attempt to remedy the situation like the mediator you are.

"Emily, that is completely unfair and unecces-"

You're once again interrupted,

"You do NOT get to speak! This is between me and my father, and you have no right to be here for this conversation."

You weren't used to being spoken to on such an unbridled disrespectful manner, and you were not about to put Brian in the precarious situation of defending you, you knew without a doubt he would take your side without a second thought. Clenching your teeth, your gaze turns steely as you stare Emily down, determined not to say anything that would cause too much trouble, but also not at all about to sit back and be disrespected and talked down to.

"Emily that is ENOUGH! You are the one who came into my house spouting hate, and I will NOT sit back and allow you to talk to your father in such a way. You can say whatever the hell you want to me, I could care less what your opinion is of me, but your father loves you, and you should have enough respect for him to not speak to him that way."

Brian wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to his chest, a subtle attempt to get you to calm down.

"Love, you don't need to be stressing yourself, it's okay."

His voice was as soft as always, but you knew that he was equally as upset as you were, for the opposite reason of you. He didn't care about what was said about him, only what was said about you.

Emily didn't seem phased by your words, but Brian's struck a chord obviously as she began to laugh, her hands going to her hips.

"Oh this is just perfect Dad. Do you have ANY idea how embarrassing this is going to be for the kids? How embarrassing this is for YOUR kids, to see you prancing around acting like a goddamn teenager with your child bride? It's fucking disgusting dad. You're 72 years old, and now you're having a fucking BABY?! "

She started pacing the floor in the foyer, jaw set as she turned back to Brian, eyes blazing, yet...sad.

"Why dad? Were we just not enough for you?"

Emily's words cut through Brian like a goddamn hot knife. His hazel eyes widened slightly, arms falling limp at his side. His daughter knew exactly what to say to wound him.

"Em..."

His voice breaks at the same time his heart does,

"Y-you, god,"

Brian's hand tightened around yours, anger and hurt coursing through his blood. He loved his daughter, he loved all of his children so much it physically hurt him, and to have one of those people who he loved more than anything on this planet stand in front of him and be so, so fucking hateful? It made the usually calm and collected man lose his cool.

"Emily, I love you and your brother and sister more than anything on this planet, and I love those two babies inside of Y/N in the exact same way. Why can't you just be happy for me Emily?! Why is it so difficult to believe that Y/N loves me, that she wants to be with me for no other reason other than the fact that she is happy? You have no right to be so hateful Emily, and no cause to hate Y/N the way that you do."

His voice was strong despite the fact that you could see tears in his eyes as he spoke. He hated talking to his children like this, even if she did deserve this,

Emily only laughed, sarcastic smile still plastered across her face. It was obvious that Brian's words had no effect on her other than to cause her levels of hatred and disgust to climb.

"You really want to know why it's so hard to believe she's with you out of 'pure love and adoration' , "

She was using one of the lines from Brian's vows at the wedding, putting ait quotes around the words as she spoke.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately Dad? You're old, you are a GRANDFATHER, you are not what a 20 something year old woman wants for your looks or personality. You are only attractive to people HER age for your money and influence, and if you genuinely believe that she loves you for any other reason than that, then you're a fucking fool on top of being an old perv-"

You didn't allow Emily to continue speaking, your blood boiling even more than it ever had. Removing yourself from Brian's embrace, you storm to the door, flinging it open.

"Get out of my house. .."

Your voice was rather calm given the situation that you'd found yourself in, but your face was the epitome of anger, and if looks could kill, the young woman in front of you would be dead 10x over. When she didn't move an inch, you took matters into your own hands, striding over to her and grabbing her by the arm, dragging her out of the house and onto the stairs. She was protesting the entire time, calling you every single name in the book, but you only stood in the doorway, blocking her from reentry.

"Until you can grow up and mature enough to accept my relationship with your father, you are not welcome here. Say what you want about me Emily, your opinion of me matters less than a sheep's opinion matters to a lion. I would never do anything to hurt your dad, and as badly as I want to ring your jaws for what you just said to him, I would never lay a hand on you.. "

You lean down just a bit, Emily taking a step backwards from you as you clenched your teeth, eyes full of anger.

" But if I EVER hear you say things about your father than you've said today again, I won't hesitate to make you wish you'd never been born."

The force of the door slamming shakes the paintings on the walls, and you have to lean against said door to catch your breath. God, you shouldn't have said that... As much as what you'd said was true, you still felt extremely guilty about talking to Brian's daughter that way.

But you couldn't help it, you knew that Brian would never defend himself to her, so you had to buck up and do it yourself. The things that Emily had said would have crossed a line in any situation, but the fact that she had said them to her father? That just made it that much worse.

You suck in a deep breath, striding yourself before turning around to face Brian, your heart breaking when you see him crumbled on the floor, his head buried in his hands as his body shakes with silent sobs.

"Oh Bri.."

You rush over to him, falling into the floor beside him, wrapping your arms around his shaking body and pulling him into your chest.

"It's okay love, I'm here, I love you, it's okay.."

You keep repeating these words to Brian, placing kisses into his curls as he sobs into your chest, tears completely soaking through your shirt, wetting your décolletage . This definitely wasn't the way you'd imagined your day going when you woke up to the sweet smell of tea and toast, and you were absolutely heartbroken that your husband 's daughter had managed to reduce the usually strong and resilient man into a heap of tears on the floor of your foyer.

"I would give anything to take away the pain you're feeling Brian.."

Your words cause him to sniffle, his head rising just enough for his eyes to meet yours. God, he was absolutely distraught. Smiling sadly at him, you place your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks as your thumbs run comforting circles onto his skin, wiping away his tears. He sighs, sinking into your embrace, tears ceasing their escape from his hazel eyes.

"I would never ask you to do that love.. but thank you."

Brian's heart was shattered in his chest by his daughter's actions, and while the words that she's thrown at him had definitely hurt, her blatant disregard and nonsensical hatred of you hurt far worse than anything she could have said to him.

From the beginning of your relationship with him, Brian had held onto a great sense of guilt. The media has been far less than kind to you, calling you a whore, a homewrecker, a slut, and a gold digger. That was their favorite term to use, and while it had never affected you, it had greatly affected Brian. It had genuinely taken almost a year and a half for Brian to stop apologizing to you, to accept and believe that it didn't bother you. Now, here you were, married, expecting twins, and he was in the same mental state he had been in the first time he'd seen a tabloid story about you.

"I just... I'm so sorry she said those things to you love. You didn't deserve that, and I don't know how else to apologize for her.."

You lean down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, your hands moving to his hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp in the way he loved.

"Don't apologize for her Brian, her thoughts and words are her own, not yours. I just wish I would've kicked her out sooner.. before she said those horrible things about you.. about how you look."

Over the past 2 years with Brian, and even the 6 months you'd known him before you started dating, you'd come to know that he had a rather difficult relationship with his looks. He'd been self-conscious about his appearance when he was much younger, straightening his signature curls in an attempt to fit in better. Even after Queen took off, he always found himself to be too skinny, it wasn't until the mid ‘80s that he genuinely felt confident in his own skin, but as he aged, that self confidence started to disintegrate.

It wasn't until you'd started working with him at Save Me, constantly giving him little compliments, telling him how nice his hair looked, how great he looked in that new shirt he'd bought in the hopes that you'd notice him. It wasn't until this that he genuinely began to feel confident, to love himself again.

Of course, he'd jokingly questioned what you saw in him all the time, dramatically lamenting on how a beautiful young woman like you shouldn't be subjected to his face in the light of day. But for the most part, Brian 's views of himself had greatly improved since the beginning of your relationship. However, that didn't mean he was completely healed from his previous issues, and you knew that Emily's words had definitely wounded him.

Brian just smiled sadly up at you, pressing his lips into your neck.

"Its alright love, I know how much you love me, even if I don't understand how, I don't doubt that your love is real…I believe you, it's just, "

He sighs, resting his head on your shoulder

"Its hard to believe in myself sometimes… To believe that you've actually chosen me. I mean, what Emily said isn't exactly false love, I'm an old man… I'm all wrinkly, I've got hair in places it didn't used to be, and.."

He pays his stomach, not bothering to say anything, knowing that you know exactly what he was talking about.

You sigh sadly at his words, moving yourself just a bit in order to face him properly.

"Bri..."

You desperately wanted to show him how much you loved him, how attractive you found him, just do absolutely anything you could to help him see himself the way you did. Deciding that Brian would probably come to understand just how much you loved him and all of the things he was insecure about as a result of physical affection, you climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his naked shoulders.

"Let me show you just how much I love you Bri.."

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his lips, tangling your hands in his hair, god, you loved his hair.

"I love how soft your hair is Bri, feels so nice against my fingers…"

Gently tugging on the roots of his scalp, you smile against his lips when he lets out a small moan. You decide to keep going, moving your hands to his shoulders, letting your fingernails scratch the tanned skin, gently pulling at the hair gently.

"Your shoulders, god Bri, they're so strong, so perfect for me to grab onto when you fuck me hard."

You move your hands down to his chest, scratching gently over his nipples, moaning into his lips when he bucks his hips up into you, his hardening cock straining against his sweatpants.

"Whenever I feel sad, or scared, need a little bit of reassurance and love, this chest is all I can think of resting my head against. It's so strong and soft, and if makes me feel so safe Bri.. "

He lets out a sigh at your words, tears springing to his eyes at how soft and gentle your voice is, and how much they affect him. You always knew how to make him feel better.

"Y/N..."

You cut him off by attaching your lips to his again, your hands moving down to his stomach, gently scraping your fingers down until the familiar feeling of his happy trail brushes against your fingertips.

"And your stomach Bri, it's so fucking perfect, I love feeling it press against me in the mornings, so warm and comforting."

You allow your hands to trail further down, slipping through the elastic waistband of his sweats, fingers tracing featherlight touches over his cock, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, teeth grazing the delicate skin.

Brian let's out a little whimper at your actions, desperately trying to keep his hips from .bucking into you too hard, not wanting to hurt you.

"Y-Y/n, please, I n-need you so badly.."

He knows he sounds pathetic, his voice breaking with emotion as you move your hands to the hips of his pants, eagerly tugging them down just far enough for his cock to spring free and also against his stomach, precum leaking all over the fine hair of his happy trail.

Sliding your hands to the waistband of your own underwear, you quickly tug them, and your robe, from your body

"Breathe baby, let me take care of you okay?"

You can your hands up and down his chest a few times before moving a hand down between the both of you, firmly grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and sliding down onto him, grasping his shoulders firmly. Brian's head falls forward as he feels your walls surround him, tight, hot, and the closest thing he's ever felt to heaven.

The position is a bit awkward, the two are you are in the foyer of your home after all, but you don't care. Your legs are giving you the leverage you need to move, allowing you to ride Brian gently, to show him just how much you care for him, pouring every single ounce of love you have in your body into his.

Brian wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest further into his head. As much as he loves the hard and rough sex the two of you have very often, his absolute favorite type of sex is exactly what you're doing now. Soft, gentle, reassuring.

Your hands wrap around his head holding him as close to you as possible, moaning when he begins to buck up into you, adding to the friction that was already building.

"Y-you feel so good Bri! Just let go baby, it's okay, I've got you love."

You knew that he was close, you could feel how his upwards thrusts were beginning to get shaky, his moans becoming louder and more akin to whimpers than anything else. He just nods and presses a few open mouthed kisses to your chest, letting out a strangled moan as he cums, his arms tightening around you like a vice. You just hold him right back, moaning as you feel his cum filling you up, rope after rope of hot white cum coating your walls.

The two of you sit there for a while on the tile floors of your foyer, you threading your fingers through Brian's curls, the yellow scrunchie on your wrist, while Brian simply holds you to him, his head buried firmly against your chest.

Your words had meant more to him than you realized, well, actually you probably knew exactly how much they'd meant. Brian's love language had always been words of affirmation and actions, and you took to that like a month to a flame, just always desperate to reassure and love him with everything you had to give.

After a while, Brian's back began to cry out for a softer setting, and your knees were also not feeling too great. So, with one single kiss to his forehead, you stand up, moaning a little as he slips out of you, his cum running down your thighs. Honestly, that was your favorite feeling in the world, the proof of his love for you in physical form, leaking down your skin.

Before long, you've taken Brian upstairs and cleaned him up, placing kisses to his head as you lie him down in the bed, tucking him in as you always did after he'd had a rough go of things. You place a single kiss to his lips before moving to walk back downstairs, wanting to get some laundry done. Brian however, had other plans and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him.

Raising your eyebrows at him, a smile playing on your lips, you sit back down on the bed, running your hand over his face, brushing a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Yes Doctor May? How can I assist you?"

He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. Brian knew you had things that you needed to do, but he also just wanted to be close to you, to hold you.

"Just.. I want to hold you, just until I fall asleep?"

His voice is shy, his eyes desperately trying to avoid yours, he knows he sounds like a little kid asking his mom to stay with him because he's scared, but I'm a way, he is. He's almost scared you'll leave, even though he knows you won't, but he still feels as if he's going to wake from this dream and you won't actually be a real person.

Smiling down at him gently, you nod, sliding in beside him and allowing him to wrap himself into you, his head buried once again in your chest. His hands, however, were on your stomach, gently rubbing circles along the area above your underwear, where he knows his, your, babies are growing. Smiling into your chest, Brian places a single kiss to the area of your heart, breathing in your scent.

"Thank you Y/N... for everything. Your love, your partnership, your support, these babies..."

He laughs a little, his eyes starting to get droopy with sleep. It was only about 1pm, but he was absolutely knackered. The day had been draining, and he just wanted a nap, and to hold you.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his curls.

"Oh you're welcome you silly man, it's been my absolute pleasure."

When you don't get any sort of reaction from Brian, you gaze down and chuckle when you see him asleep, mouth open just a smidge, quiet snores falling from his lips. Smiling, you decide a nap wouldn't hurt, and you settle yourself into the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around Brian as you fall asleep, dreams of what the next 6 months of pregnancy would bring.

It would be a storm, but one that the two of you could weather it, and on the other side would be a rainbow.

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Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things.

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

- skipping dinner -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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Title: Pray for Me

Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU

Rating: T+

Relationship(s): Erik Killmonger x reader. W’Kabi & reader.

Summary: Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love meant letting go.

Warning(s): BP spoilers, angst

I know that Killmonger is very much a terrible person but I’ll stan him til I die. Besides, his life could have been very different in various scenarios. Also, I can’t find any gifs of Seth Carr, who played young!Killmonger, omg. Anywho, I’ve always been obsessed with Soulmate AU’s, but never written one until now. So if you enjoyed this, like this post, if you want more, like this post.

Reblog, share the love! (No, really, do that only if you want to).

Someone is giggling.

He can smell the scent of flowers and hear the roar of rushing water from a stream maybe, or river.

“Wake up.”

Features twisted in sleepy confusion before his eyes slid open and Erik sat up, using his fist to rub at the corners of his eyes. His other hand is planted on the ground at his side, and he can feel the grass, wet with morning dew beneath his palm. The wind, wherever he is, because this sure ain’t he and his Dad’s apartment complex, smelled clean and fresh, so different, alien, compared to things in the ‘hood. And is that a bird singing?

Yeah, this definitely isn’t Oakland.

“Come on, come on! I’ve been waiting forever.”

Tugged to his feet, he’s half dragged a few steps before getting his feet underneath him and then Erik is running side by side next to the person. It’s a girl, he decides, after a few moments deliberation, he’s not sure why he thinks that way, but he knows it’s the truth.

“Yo, hold up! Where we goin’?”

He attempts to stop but she nearly jerks his arm out of it’s socket. This girl is freakishly strong! Digging in his heels, again, Erik tries to hold his ground and this time, she paused with a huff.

“Where we goin’?” he repeats himself.

“My brother showed me his hiding spot. It overlooks--” Here she pauses. No, that’s not right, she opened her mouth and tried to say something but couldn’t. That’s just the way that it is in the Dreams, as they realized after several failed attempts to glean important information, like each other’s names. “It’s important to my people.” Eventually, she settles on.

My people, she’d said this a few times, Erik remembers, but he can only remember that detail while he’s here, asleep. He hadn’t ever heard a black person talk the way that she did, so she likely was from a place far away.

So how is he supposed to find her?

Doubt and sadness creep into his heart but determinedly, he shakes the feelings away. He’ll grow up, get a job, work hard and save as much money as possible. Then, then...

“Show it to me.”

That’s the right thing to say, because she visibly perked up and she tugs on his arm again, only this time when she pulls him along, the pace is a lot more like a brisk jog. He can’t keep track of how long they’re moving, jumping over fallen trees and other debris, but when she pulls him to a stop...

“Here it is! Here it is!”

It’s a ravine.

The bottom of his stomach feels like it’s fallen out as he glanced down. He turns to look at her, and just like all the other times, it’s impossible to make out exactly what she looks like; almost as if he’d been staring at the sun too long, or the flash from a camera after a picture is taken, she’s hazy around the edges, blurred and distorted.

“This looks pretty...neat.” Erik prefers basketball and football, but he’s not going to judge what she likes or does for fun. “You just come out here to think or whatever?” He wonders if she has a diary like Shida from 4C, bright pink and glittery.

“No!” Laughter is audible in her voice. “It’s a secret and my parents don’t know, but my brother let me ride on top of a rhinoceros with him alllllllllll the way down there.” And then she points towards the very bottom.

“You’re lyin’.” It’s an automatic response and she laughed at him, but Erik doesn’t mind. “Ain’t no way that y’all did that, that’s...”

“Fun.” She interjected when it’s clear he’s at a loss for words. “It’s so much fun! I’m getting better and better. One day, I’m going to be able to ride without using either of my hands.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, okay! Maybe you will, but then you gotta stand up and ride with no hands too.” He dared, lowkey salty that she could do something that dangerous cool and he couldn’t wouldn’t yet.

“That sounds like fun.”

This girl is crazy.

Before he could ask or say anything else, she turned away from him, head cocked to the side as if listening to something and Erik felt his heart sink in his chest.

That gesture is also painfully familiar to him.

“I have to wake up now. My parents are taking me on a trip.”

The two of them stood there, staring at each other without saying a word, then as she turned around, about to walk away, he reached out and grabbed her hand. This was a dream, of course it had to end, of course, he couldn’t stay here. He startled when she threw her arms around his neck, half choking him really, but he didn’t push her away.

“Tell me about all the cool stuff you did or saw the next time I see you.” He gets the impression that she’s smiling at him now, even as she slowly fades away, like morning mist. And with her, the beautiful scenery vanishes too, until Erik is alone in the dark.

For an eternity, and no time at all, he sits there, until he fades away into nothing too.

When he wakes up, his Dad is watching him with those sad eyes. After his Mom, his father’s soulmate, had passed away from cancer when he turned two, things just weren’t the same. Or so his Auntie Jo keeps telling him, but he was a littler kid then, it’s not like he remembers his mother.

Instead, he tries to smile, make his Dad feel better with a hug. “Good morning.” The words are muffled when his patriarch places a hand against the nape of his neck, pulling him forward so that his face is smooshed against his clean white shirt which smells like laundry detergent.

“Good morning. You slept a long time, lazy. Breakfast has gone cold.”

“Sorry.”

“Ehh, it’s fine. Come on. Up, up, up! Get a shower and eat.”

This is routine. Wake up after experiencing a Dream, a phenomenon which would keep happening until both soulmates found each other, pretend that his father wasn’t suffering from a broken Bond, eat, go to school and try to stay out of trouble. That last part tended to be strictly emphasized more than getting his education.

Since it’s a Saturday, he gets to watch TV for a bit longer than usual, before his Dad sends him out to play with the other boys down the hall, Reggie and Ray. They bring their basketball and Erik spends the better part of the day shooting hoops with them.

And then he feels it for a split second.

Something creeping up at the back of his mind, the back of his skull; a high, piercing ringing noise persistently blaring in his ears, and the tremor that wracked down his spine so bad that the other boys thought he was having a seizure, nearly running to get his Dad until he begs them not to.

Just as soon as it starts, though, it’s over.

Leaving behind only this feeling of wrongness.

Playing the game seems trite and he’s about to sit down, but then he looks up, and he sees it. At first glance, he would call the thing a spaceship, but Erik knows better and before he can even think twice, he’s running back towards the apartment, ignoring his friends’ asking him where he’s going and if he’s alright.

The apartment door is left open a crack and he paused. Swallowed spit. Pushing the door open wider, heart hammering in his chest, Erik took a step. Staggered and fell down.

“Dad...?”

He already knows logically that there won’t be an answer, that his father isn’t sleeping, but still, he crawls forward until he’s right next to him, and then reaches out to touch his shoulder and shake him awake.

As he does, Erik takes note of the panther claw marks in his chest.

“Dad...Dad, wake up. Wake up! Daddy!”

Later, the neighbors find him, clutching his father’s corpse close, tears running down his cheeks unchecked. Eventually somebody hesitantly calls the police. Things are blurry from there, he’s asked question, accused of things, but all of that goes over his head.

He just wants his Dad, he just wants his Dad.

That night, when he succumbs to exhaustion in an unfamiliar bed, at his Auntie’s house, Erik looks for her, his destined soulmate. He needs to talk to someone, but she’s not there.

Erik is alone.

#mcu #erik killmonger #mcu imagine #erik killmonger imagine #marvel #black panther #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #wakandan reader #erik killmonger x reader #black reader #thekrazykeke

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captainmarvels · 7 years

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Imagínate

Request/Summary: puedes hacer latinxpeterparker? :) gracias! -your fellow hispanic nerd [@worldsroses] | Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Latinx!Reader

Word Count: 1433

A/N: I loved writing this because it’s silly and cute, and I hope you all enjoy this! Note: there are no translations included for the Spanish in the fic, sorry :/ Hopefully I’ll start writing more fics in Spanish for all my lovely latinx gente out there :) | masterlist

Late afternoons meant homework and a snack. Peter stopped by the bodega on his way home from school, his energy at an all-time high after a pleasant day at school.

“Oyé, Peter! How are you?” Mr. Delmar asked, juggling two massive bags of bread.

“Good, all good. Need some help?” Peter nodded at the bags, but the owner shook his head.

“No, está bien, gracias. The usual, Parker?” He dropped the bags on the back counter, strolling over to the sink to rinse his hands. Peter walked up to the display case, nodding as he moved to pet Mr. Delmar’s cat.

“Si, por favor. Can you smoosh it down real flat?” Mr. Delmar laughs, nodding as he gets to work.

“How’s Aunt May doin’? Haven’t seen her in awhile,”

“She’s good. Real busy, I guess,” Peter shrugged, absentmindedly petting the cat as he waited. Mr. Delmar turned to one of the guys in the back, nodding in Peter’s direction.

“Su tia es una hermosa Italiana!”

“Y cómo está su hija, Señor Delmar?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow as Mr. Delmar froze, handing him his sandwich.

“Watch it, Parker.”

“No worries! 6.50, right?”

“8.50, just for that comment!”

“Dad!” You popped your head out from the back room of the store, rolling your eyes as you rubbed your hands on your shirt. “Hey, Parker.” Peter blushed, waving as he handed your father the money.

“Como estas, Y/N?” He asked, his face turning redder by the second. You laughed, resting your arm on your dad’s shoulder as you eyed Peter.

“Bien, y tú?” Peter’s mouth dropped open, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he didn’t know anymore Spanish, or he was about to pass out. “You alright there?”

“Yeah, yeah, all… all good! I uh, gotta go now, bye!” Peter walked away, nearly dropping his sandwich as he rushed right out the door. You giggled, patting your dad on the back as you headed into the storage room.

“Good job, dad. Scaring off your loyal customers!”

“Oh hush, ya vete a acabar lo que te manda, niña!”

A week had passed since Peter last saw you, mainly because he couldn’t bring himself to face you again.

“Dude, stop being scared. She’s just Y/N.” Ned said, punching Peter in the arm as he leaned against the lockers. Peter glanced at him, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed his books.

“She’s not just Y/N, Ned! She’s like, the coolest girl in our grade.”

“What about Liz? Or are we over her now?” Ned whispered, adjusting the straps of his backpack.

“What, no! Ugh, just, I don’t know, Ned,” Peter groaned, resting his forehead against the cool locker door.

“Oh, idea! What if we ask her to tutor us? In Spanish? We have a quiz on Friday, anyways. Might as well get all the help we can!”

“How are we gonna ask her?”

“Uh, right now because incoming!” Ned whispered, turning Peter around to face you as you headed down the hall, right towards him. Peter’s eyes widened, his pulse quickening as he froze.

You waved, smiling as Ned motioned for you to come by them.

“What’s up, guys?” You asked, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“Are you free tomorrow night, after school? We’ve got a quiz Friday and we could really use all the help we can get, just so we don’t fail. Please!” Ned asked rather quickly, and you laughed, nodding as you watched Peter blush.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll help you guys out! Where should we meet?”

“Peter’s place!” Peter gasped, turning to face Ned with terrified eyes as Ned kept talking to you, ignoring his panicked state. “Let’s say, 7pm? That work?”

You raised an eyebrow at Peter’s weirdness, but shrugged, nodding once again. “Yeah, perfect. See you later, dorks!” You patted Peter on the shoulder, smiling at Ned as you walked into the room across the hall. Peter let out a sigh of relief, his pulse still racing as he grabbed Ned by the shoulders.

“Are you freaking kidding me, Ned?! My apartment? I’m going to die!” Ned waved his hand, pushing Peter off of him.

“Relax, man! It’ll be fine. It’s just studying between friends!”

Peter was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, running his hands through his hair as he impatiently checked his phone.

You were going to be at his apartment in less than 10 minutes, and Ned had yet to show up. Frustrated, Peter called him, only to be sent straight to voicemail.

PP: What the heck, Ned!! Where are you?

NL: Good luck ;)

“Oh my god, no, no, no, NO!” Peter whispered, his eyes wide with shock as he realized he’d be alone with you, in his apartment. “I’m so dead.”

The doorbell rang and Peter practically fell over the sofa trying to get to the door. He swung it wide open, panting as he met your gaze. You cocked an eyebrow, taking in his disheveled appearance.

“What have you been doing today, Peter? Por Dios, you’re a mess.” You walk in, tossing your backpack onto the couch before slipping your shoes off.

“Today’s been busy; Ned’s uh, running late. Family stuff, he said.”

“Should we start without him?” You ask, rummaging through your bag for a pencil. Peter shrugs, locking the door.

“I guess. He doesn’t really need the help, to be honest.” You laugh at his words, shaking your head as you pull out your notebook.

“Nice. Alright then, let’s hit the books, Parker.”

“So you’ve got your present tense down pretty well. Think you can handle the oral part of the exam?” You were looking over the makeshift quiz you gave Peter, admiring his good work. Peter shifted around on the other side of the couch, pulling his Midtown sweatshirt off.

“Maybe. Can we practice?”

“That’s what I’m here for. Okay, let’s say the prompt is hanging out with friends. Ready?” You glance his way, catching him nod before grabbing the workbook off the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay. Bueno, Peter, que quieres hacer esta noche? Quieres ir al centro comercial, o mejor vamos a ver una película?” You lean against the armrest, hugging your knees to your chest as you watched him think.

“Uh, una película nueva que quiero ver sale esta noche. Eso um, está bien con tú?”

“Contigo. That’s how you say it.” You whisper, smiling as he nods his head.

“Right, okay. Esta bien contigo, Y/N?”

“Si. A qué hora quieres ir, Peter?”

“Uh, la película empieza a las ocho, um, so nos vamos a las siete?”

“Asi que is ‘so’ - try again.”

“Okay. Uh, asi que, te cojo a las siete, Y/N?” You burst out laughing as soon as Peter says the word, and he starts to panic. Did I say something wrong? Oh my god. His face is red with embarrassment, his heart racing as he hears you trying to catch your breath.

“Did-Did I say, did I say something wrong?” He can’t take his eyes off you, your hand over your heart as you try to calm down.

“Oh my god, Peter, I think I might have just died.”

“What did I say?”

“In Mexico, ‘coger’ means to like...have sex, you know? Everywhere else, it means ‘to pick up’ but wow, ever since I learned that, I cannot stop dying, oh my god!” You start giggling again, and a wave of relief crashes over Peter as he takes a deep breath. His face is still red with embarrassment, but at least he’s actually learned something new.

“They should really teach that in class, oh my god!”

“Nah; it’s super funny when people don’t know, except then I feel bad for laughing. So sorry about that, totally not making of fun of you, I promise.” You’re still giggling, but Peter can hear the sincerity in your words. He starts laughing to himself, a small smile spreading across his lips as you burst into another fit of giggles.

“I still can’t believe I didn’t know that, oh god.”

“Pete, relax. I know you didn’t mean it, because oh god, is that illegal, ha!” You’re still laughing, practically wheezing at this point, and Peter just shakes his head, smiling. He may be still be super embarrassed, but boy, is he glad he got you to laugh.

“Maybe wait ‘til we’re 18, nena,” He says, smirking as he stands up, jumping over the couch, heading straight for the kitchen.

“In your dreams, Parker!” You say, rolling your eyes as you start laughing again while organizing your notes.

“I know!”

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avengeultrons · 7 years

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Title: Singing in the Rain (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: It’s a cozy, rainy night in after studying for the reader, one that Peter happens to sneak up on

Word Count: 1566

Warnings: Fluffy, cute, cuddly!

A/N: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UGH I CANNOT TAKE IT. It’s so cute? And also tugs at my heart ok I hope you enjoy! Song.

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High school drama, mountains of school work, finals, and an intense lack of caffeine was weighing down on you. Hell, it was practically midnight and you were just coming home from your studying for your final exams at the library.

You sighed loudly and dropped your keys onto the coffee table, kicking off your shoes as quietly as possible, “Y/N, is that you?” your dad called down the hallway.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m just going to bed. Good night!” you yelled back, a yawn escaping your lips as you tiptoed to the kitchen. You grabbed a can of soda and repositioned your heavy backpack onto your shoulder, trudging down the hall to your room, hopefully for more studying.

Practically falling into your room, you didn’t even bother to turn on the light when you collapsed onto your bed, your face smooshed up against your pillows. After the day you’d had, all you wanted to do was burrow into your blankets and sleep for the rest of your life. You couldn’t possibly study any longer, your eyes were strained and burning; there was no way your eyes would focus on anything.

With a defeated sigh, you peeled yourself off of your bed and changed to pajamas, propping yourself up on your pillows and staring up at the ceiling as you tried to fall asleep.

Sleep felt impossible with the light tapping on your window that wouldn’t go away. You looked over at the glass only to see the rain covered windowpane turned into a stained glass window from the street lights. Wind was whistling into your room and twirling your curtains around like a sort of dance. You sighed and shut your eyes, it must’ve been a bird or even the word. A ghost would also be a probable answer.

The last straw was when you had to smash a pillow over your head to muffle the sound, and even that didn’t work in the task of cancelling out the rapping noise. Any more of it and your dad would come in and see if you were being robbed or sneaking out.

You groaned loudly and rolled out of bed, stomping to the window, “Listen you bird, wind, or whatever you are. I’ve got a giant test tomorrow and I don’t really appreciate you keeping me up!” you were about to slam the window down when a certain spider superhero swung down from the fire escape about you, hanging upside down in front of your window. His mask was off and hanging from one of his hands and he wore a smile on his red face.

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane! No, it’s just your boyfriend, the Spider-Man,” he wiggled his eyebrows and flipped off of the railing he was hanging from, swinging himself into your room. He was a lot more agile in his super suit than he was when you were around him at school, which was funny to you. Peter smiled sheepishly when he thrusted a bouquet of drooping daisies into your hands, “Sorry, they must’ve wilted on the way over,” he sighed as you smiled down at the flowers.

“They’re beautiful, Peter,” you rolled your eyes at him, placing the daisies on your nightstand.

He fell back onto your bed with a groan, his legs dangling over one end and his hair flopping over the other, “What giant test?” Peter asked in a quiet whisper. You sighed and joined him, your shoulders barely touching while you laid across your bed, your slipper socks with dinosaurs dangling over the side.

“I was only sparing the poor bird, wind, ghost, whatever. I have three final tests tomorrow, which would you like to hear of first?” Peter laughed lightly when you jumped from a sudden, loud clap of thunder followed by a sudden downpour of rain.

You were too tired to get up and close your window to keep the rain out, the noise was therapeutic and hypnotic anyway. Plus, you didn’t want to disturb the peaceful, quiet moment with Peter. You intertwined your fingers with his and looked over with a smile, “What are you doing out so late?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Protecting the neighborhood again, I guess,” he smiled sheepishly, “I crashed a barbeque today.”

You gasped dramatically, curling up next to him, “Well, now you’ve gotta tell me the story,” you said with a yawn and a sleepy smile. The pitter patter of rain was getting to you, you finally felt drowsiness take off.

Peter took his time in telling the story of crashing a barbeque, literally. Apparently, he fell into a pool and caused the whole party to halt. Luckily, the family hosting the party was nice enough to even ask if he was okay. You were laughing quietly as he told the tale, his voice animated and excited.

He only lowered his voice to a whisper when your breathing slowed and you slowly shut your eyes, sleep finally threatening to take over. You couldn’t help but nod off and rub your tired eyes with the heel of your hand. Before you completely fell asleep, Peter reached his free hand across you to grab your phone to turn on your alarm for the next morning.

You jumped and whipped around when you heard a loud crash, pushing your fatigue to the back burner when you saw Peter’s apologetic face, “I tried to turn on your alarm and, well, knocked over the lamp,” he said hurriedly. You smiled and got to your feet, kneeling in front of your nightstand to pick up the mess of flowers. Peter joined you, apologizing as the two of you cleaned up the mess.

While you were gathering stray stems and fallen flower petals into your hands, you saw the hall light switch on and the wooden floorboards creak as someone walked down the narrow hallway. You looked over at Peter and gulped, pulling him up with you.

“Go, go hide,” you said in a frantic whisper, pushing him towards the window. He wore a puzzled look on his face as you shoved him through your room in the darkness.

Peter slipped toward the window, climbing out into the pouring rain cautiously, “Wait here, sorry,” you said, jumping as a clap of thunder rolled through the sky. You didn’t have time to feel bad about leaving your boyfriend out in the rain when your father switched the light on and stepped into your room, a concerned look on his face. He even had a baseball bat raised above his head.

“What happened?” your dad asked, his eyes wide. He glanced around the room, tiptoeing slowly around the perimeter to scope out your bedroom.

You bit your bottom lip and looked over at the pile of flowers on your floor, “I was falling asleep and tried to find my phone, but I ended up knocking my lamp over. I’m sorry,” you watched him carefully as he stepped up to your window, slamming it shut.

“You should keep that closed so no one can get in,” he said, kneeling in front of your mess of flowers, “Where did these come from?”

Your stomach twisted into knots as he inspected the drooping flowers, an eyebrow raised at them, “Those flowers? P-Peter. Peter gave them to me, at school. Yeah, at school,” you smiled widely, holding your hands behind your back.

“You should get these in some water, yeah?” your dad smiled a sleepy smile, picking them up into his arms and tucking his bat under his arm, “I’ll take care of it. Get some sleep, Y/N. Good night,” he squeezed your shoulder and switched your light off before closing the door quietly behind him, even before you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

You hurried to your window and threw it open, the rain seemingly coming down even harder. It was pouring, the rain coming down almost diagonally, “You’re soaked,” you said to Peter, stepping out onto the fire escape. He looked over at you through his hair, “I’m sorry.”

Peter rolled his eyes and smiled, “You should get some sleep, Y/N,” he said with a smile. You huffed and gave a nod, pulling your soaked hair back away from your face, “and you should get out of this downpour. It’s practically raining cats and dogs.”

You smiled over and Peter and pushed his hair back out of his face before pressing a kiss to his lips, a kiss that was somehow a lot more magical standing in the rain. When you pulled away from him, Peter smiled and looked down, wringing his Spider-Man mask nervously in his hands.

“I wish you didn’t have to go and we could just stay here for forever,” you said with a light laugh, taking his hand in yours. Peter nodded in agreement while you sighed, “Good night, Peter.”

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead and smiled while you laughed, shaking your head at him. He jumped down from your fire escape, shooting webs to swing from before landing on the concrete below. When he got to the ground, he danced and skipped off down the alley in the rain. You could’ve sworn that he swung from the lamppost like Gene Kelly, looking up at you with one last beaming smile before sliding his mask over his face and dancing off.

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