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phantvm · 1 year

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My Stinker (Ron Weasley x reader)

tw puking wrote with my bestest friend ever @instantdinosaurgentlemen at 1am What the hell was that smell? It smelled like a bomb of a thousand farts had just been dropped inside the Gryffindor common room. Not just any normal farts, no… they were atomic farts. The smell was leaking from upstairs, presumably from one of the dorm rooms. There was only one man capable of making such a foul smell, and that was Ronald Bilius Weasley 🧙‍♂️. I stormed up the stairs directly to the smelly man's dorm room. I dug my nails into my palm as I formed a fist, bringing it up to bang on the door. Tempted to scream until my lungs popped, I was content with breaking the door down until someone came to open it. The door swung open revealing a green faced Harry Pottah. He had his hand over his nose and mouth and took a step back, showing the man himself (🧙‍♂️) sobbing in the corner. The horrid smell wafted in my face, a gag threatening to escape from my throat. My focus shifted between Ron and Harry, dread washing over my body. “What the FLIP is going on? Why does Ron smell like the smelliest, dirtiest sock that has ever graced this god awful planet?” My eyes began to water as I walked over to Ron. God…he was somehow still so dashingly handsome despite smelling so bad. Yet my face continued to pale. Harry coughed, my attention reaching back to him. “It was… Fred..and Gorge…one of their..pr-” Harry threw up on the floor in front of me. Ew. I wasn’t going to be able to erase that image from my mind for weeks. “One of their bloody pranks, it was. Now I smell like a dead cat that’s been rotting under a house all summer..” I watched as he curled in on himself.

“Bloody hell Ron...there there.” I knelt down beside the tear stained (and stench stained) Ron and pat him on the back, using every fibre of my being to not pass out and die. I looked back at Harry, grimacing at the puddle of puke on the floor. “Harry, do me a favor, would you? Find Fred and Gorge then bring them here.” was all I said, bringing my attention back to Ron as I was now starting to rub his back instead of pat. It seemed to calm him down more than the other, thank Merlin. I wasn’t sure if I could handle more puke. Harry didn’t seem to think twice as he rushed out of the room, mindful to keep the door open to let some of the stench out. “Ron.. have you tried bathing?” I asked in a soft voice, trying to be gentle with the stinker I sat next to. He looked up at me and just shook his head slowly. “You dumb, dumb idiot…Let's get you to the bathroom.” Ron nodded, pushing himself off the floor. I was reluctant to take his hand, but decided he probably needed the moral support from his stinky stench. I pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Sorry Ron, but it's for your own good. SHOWER NOW!!!!!!” I heard the water start running and the stench immediately started to clear up. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the boy's foolishness. One shower was all it took and they couldn’t even come to a solution as simple as that. “You’re really that dimwitted you didn’t think to shower?? You’ll be the death of me Ron Weasley.”

“Yo mama’s dimwitted.” And then they kissed.

THE END :3

#SATIRE #ron weasly x reader #fart #atomic fart #ron weasley #yo momma #harry potter #stinky #not a joke btw this actually happened to anyone who reads this #gender neautral reader #tw puke #tw stinky!!!!

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little-fics · 3 years

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glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: you break a plate on accident, your daddy and uncle Dean come to the rescue.

Warnings: age regression, broken plate, triggered reader, hints at abuse, blood, cut, anxiety/panic attack, I could've missed some so please babies, read at your own risk

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: really like this oneeeee, thanks for reading lovelies <3

You're walking through the kitchen, minding your own business, and you collide with the sharp corner of the table. The plate resting in your hand hit the floor, shattering. In a split second you're panicking, the sound of broken glass reminding you too much of your bad days.

Memories flooding through your head, voices booming all around you. You're looking at your hands, the slippery culprits now shaking like a leaf. Your vision is spotty, lungs burning, air barely coming in, face losing feeling soon. Your eyes move to the shattered ceramic, overflowing with tears now. You realize the 'mistake' you've made and start clumsily shuffling around. You're picking up the biggest pieces, placing them as soft as you can in your hand.

Sam instantly heard the plate break, immediately jumping up from his chair in the library. He was rushing to you, and when he arrived in the doorway, he takes in your rattling body. Your breaths are choked, whole body racking as you're picking up pieces of glass? Sam instantly rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, "You with me baby?" A hand coming up inches away from the hand holding the pieces of glass, his other coming around to your shoulder.

As you're picking up a piece Sam places a hand on your shoulder and under your hand holding the glass as gently as possible, but it still scares you. You let out a loud gasp, clenching your hands together, another sob coming out of you, "I-I'm sorry-" He lifts you from your squatting position, pulling your legs around his waist. He's rubbing your back, whispering in your ear as he carried you, "Shhh, my little baby, nothing to be sorry about, you're okay, it's okay." You're sobbing, shaking, mumbling ''m sorry' over and over, you can't open your eyes, you're just stuck gripping onto him and struggling to breathe between broken sobs.

He sits you on the counter next to the sink, your legs and arms still around him. "Hey, baby," he's trying to reach you in your thoughts, "baby, can you look at me?" He's rubbing your back, feeling the wetness grow on his back, knowing he needed to check it. After about fifteen seconds, he decided he had to check your hand. He brought his hands to your ears, taking a deep breath and turning his head as far away from you as possible, "Dean!" His voice was dripping with fear and concern. Your body jolted when he did so, and he felt it, instantly consoling you, "Oh I know, daddy was so loud and it was scary. I know baby."

Dean does into the room, hearing your cries echoing through the room as he sees the back of Sam's shirt covered in blood that's coming from your hand? He's rushing over to you, softly speaking to you, his hand hovering over your wrist, "Hey, little one, wanna let Uncle Dean see your hand for a minute?" He gently grabs your wrist, slowly leading your away from Sam's neck.

You're starting to calm down, Sam's scent engulfing you, his words bringing you back to him. "It's okay bug, I now it's scary but daddy's here. Take a deep breath for me, come on." You're trying to follow along to him, Dean pulling your arm away from him bringing some feeling back into your arm. Your breathing is still scattered, but doesn't burn as bad, Sam's voice coming in clearer as you hear the water coming on. "You feel my hand on your back sweetness?" He makes big circles on your back, applying the slightest amount of pressure. You enjoy it for a moment, trying to take good breaths for your daddy, then nod to him. "You think you can tell me what letter I'm making?" You nod again, "Okay, remember to keep focusing on what I'm writing yeah?" Another nod, and as he starts drawing lines on your back water hits your hand causing you to let out a small cry and jerk your hand away from Dean.

"Hey, baby, you gotta let Dean make sure you're okay," his other hand is enclosing your face, kisses planting on top of your head, trying and succeeding in wrapping you in his love. He continues, "Focus on my hand baby, what letter is daddy drawing?" Dean's hand touching your wrist barely registers as you focus on the letter. You hiss at the water rushing over your hand again, shaking your head at Sam, letting him know you don't know the letter. "Okay, let me do it again," he traces two exaggerated lines on your back, forming a L. "What letter baby?" He is wiping away some stray tears as you choke out, "L."

Sam hums happily, "Such a good, smart girl, it was L!" His voice is soft and soothing, Deans movements on your hand becoming a little more noticeable as you start to breathe better. "Ready for the next one?" You nod keeping your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He traces a circle on your back, then a line, you shrug not sure, a little too distract by the thump thump thump of his heart. "Circle," he traces a circle, "and a line," he traces the line, repeating the letter once more. Your voice is wavering, not confident in yourself, "a?"

He rubs your back gently, delivering kisses where he can reach, "So smart! Let's see if we can get another, yeah?" You nod, Sam sensing the small amount of eagerness and feeling relieved that you're starting to get back to being his happy little girl. He starts a point at the top of your back, drawing straight down and circling back. I know that one, you thought happily. Your heart skips a beat, excited to show your daddy how smart you are. "That one's d!"

Sam smiles even though you can't see him, knowing that you're gonna be okay. He's been watching Dean, wanting to make sure you were okay. It was a long cut but not deep, spreading across the inside of your fingers. Fingers bleed bad, and look scarier than they are. "Okay, okay, you're too good at this!" A small nuzzle into his chest from you, the praise pleasing your tiny headspace. He traces a v with a tail on your back, causing you to giggle, "I know the word!" He chuckled, "There's more!" He see's your brows furrow in consideration before speaking solemnly, "Okay, papa, write it."

His heart swelled, his perfect baby makes him feel magic running through his veins. He traced, another vertical like and circle, opposite from the d, and you bounced on the counter. "Yes, daddy! I know it!" He glances at Dean, who is putting small gauze and tape over the slices on your fingers, Dean focused on his task, but smiling at you and Sam. Sam speaks softly, but with admiration, "Ya hear that Uncle Dean? My girls got it!" Dean's voice dripping excitement, "Well I don't know what it is! Tell me what it is sweet pea!"

"Issa ladybug right?" Sam quickly litters kisses all over your face and shoulders. Your arm moved around his waist, face burying into him as he makes you blush with his words, "Genius baby! So smart and perfect, did so good!" You're giggling at him, Dean letting go of your hand, "All patched up sweetheart. You wanna come with me and watch some toons while daddy cleans up?" You squeeze to Sam, not wanting to let go, causing his heart to break a little. "Baby, Daddy's got some blood-" you try to raise your head but he stops you, "Little girls are too small to see things like that, right angel?" You blush, nodding, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl, now I need you to keep your eyes closed while Dean grabs you, real tight 'til he says okay?" You nod, placing tiny kisses on his chest. Dean reaches for you, your eyes close real, real tight. Dean takes Sam's place, moving you to the other side of the sink. Sam's hand didn't come off your back, gliding with Dean. "Good girl," he butterfly kisses your nose consistently, letting you return it with a giggle. "He's gonna clean your hand, and I'm gonna go clean up." He kisses your forehead and you whine when you feel him leave.

Dean is quickly rinsing off the dried blood on your other arm that transferred from your other hand as he shushes you, "I know bug, just a second." After he finishes, he prepares to lift you, speaking softly, "Keep those eyes shut darlin'." When you nod, he lifts you, carrying you out of the kitchen, careful to avoid the plate and blood in the floor. You feel him lean, but keep your eyes closed, clinging to him tightly. He straightens back up and walks you to the tv room, sitting on the couch softly.

"Alright baby," he tapped your shoulder twice with a feather tap, "open up." You lift your head, greeted with Deans wide smile and a lavender beaded pacifier in his hand. You hummed excitedly, bouncing up and whining slightly when he didn't give it to you. He puts it against your lips, your mouth happily taking it in and sucking on it, laying back down on him.

After no more than ten minutes, you're squirming. You want your daddy, not uncle Dean. "Peanut," Dean sighs, "daddy's coming, give him a minute, yeah?" You whine, fussing a bit, Dean stands with you, pushing your head into his neck. He starts pacing the room with you, bouncing you slightly. You're still squirming a little, trying to escape his grasp. "Wan' papa," you whisper, Dean feels a tear slip onto his shoulder and he's shushing you. "He's coming baby, he's gotta get real clean! You don't like when daddy's stinky do you?" You giggle a little, shaking your head, "No stinky papa." Dean coos at you, "That's right little girl, daddy needs to get to smelling good again, doesn't he?" That elicits a heavier laugh from you, tucking yourself back into his neck.

Around ten minutes after that, Sam walks in, holding a pair of rainbow leggings and one of his t-shirts. His hand comes to your back, nodding you out of your sleepy state, and you're instantly reaching for his arms. "Papa," your hands find his shoulders to support yourself while you transfer arms. "I know baby," he's holding you now, but it's short lived when he gently sets you on the couch. You're whining and whimpering, reaching out to him, being careful not to squeeze your sore little fingers. He shakes his head, "No baby, don't you wanna get these uncomfy clothes off of you?" When he says that you realize how tight the clothes you're wearing are, how rough they feel against your skin. You're suddenly squirming, pulling at your clothes messily.

"Oh little girl, arms up now." He's speaking softly but sternly, causing you to stop moving and lift your arms. He picks up your shirt, lifting it up over your face and back down, making silly faces at you repetitively, "Where my baby?" the shirt is covering your face, "There she is!" He moves the shirt out of the way again, only stopping when your giggles die down. He slides his shirt on you, it was a little oversized on him, it swallows you. You're bunching it in your hands, whining when he pulls down your rough blue jeans. He slides the leggings on, the soft, stretchy material making you kick your legs playfully.

Once the leggings are all the way up, Sam grabs your ankles, laughing at you, "Oh! Daddy's got you now little ladybug, what you gonna do?" You giggle at him, a blessed sound to Sam and Dean, twisting your body in unnatural ways to try and escape the mean ankle monster. "Papaaaa," you kick your legs a little seriously, causing Sam to raise his eyebrows, a test telling you that you know better than to hit your daddy. "Pease papa, jus' wan' you hol' me." You reach your arms up and Sam's heart melts.

He tickles up your legs, grazing your sides, causing you to twist and turn again, before he's lifting you by your underarms, putting you around his waist. Dean comes in, you're not sure when he left, but he's got your favorite spaceship sippy cup and your reaching for it. He laughs, handing it to you as Sam sits with you. "I thought we could watch Tink, you wanna watch Tink peanut?" You nod at Dean, he presses a kiss to your cheek and plays the movie, Sam letting you adjust so you can watch the television.

Despite your sore hand, it was going to be a good day with your daddy and uncle Dean. They know when you need extra attention, know when you're gonna be their little baby and they wouldn't change it for the world. They just wish that you wouldn't have regressed this way, forced by a trigger violently. They know you're hurting so they're gonna be by your side all day long.

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fruityyeon · 2 years

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sunsetz.

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pairing: toji! x f!reader.

genre: pure angst; sort of hurt/comfort if you squint.

notes; i am absolutely bad at writing but i’ve been thinking about this scenario with toni for such a long time so i decided to share it with yall <3 enjoy + also i recommend to wear earphones and listen to the song while reading cause it hits different.

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“what are you doing here?” he asked, both hands in his jacket.

“you keep asking me the same thing for these past three years, and i’m going to keep giving you the same answer, am i not allowed to be here?” you annoyingly asked.

3 years. 3 years since you and toji broke things off. yet still, neither of you forgot about the promise, the promise both of you made the first time you both were here. to meet up exactly at 6pm every anniversary in front of your neighbourhood’s local diner, where most couples would come and watch the beautiful sunset.

“why do you still come here. i thought you said loving me was a mistake, yet here you are, coming here every year.” you turned your head to the black haired man, tilting your head.

At that very moment, toji could feel his heart collapsing all over again. he never meant what the said. he said it because he thought he didn’t need you. he was scared of the idea of being fully committed to you.

“and i meant what i said, stop talking and pay attention to the sunset will ya?” he lied.

you nodded and faced forward, leaning on your car. music was playing in toji’s car. it was loud and irritating. Toji has always loved heavy metal, you respected that and allowed him to play his songs out loud back then at home. oh god how you missed waking up to it. you covered your ears, giving the man a stinky glare. suddenly, as the neon lights of the diner turns on. there it was.

the song. you and toji’s song.

your lips parted. hands nervously rubbing against each other. you eyes still looking at him.

“you remember our first kiss? it was here, at this very spot while this song was played.” he said with his usually monotone voice, crossing his arms still not looking at you.

“you are sick fushiguro toji.” you tried holding in your sob and bit your lips. it was safe to say you bit them so hard, it bled. he spread one arm out, signaling you to walk towards him for a hug while his gaze was still focused on the sunset.

you hesitantly walked towards him before tightly hugging his upper body, sobbing uncontrollably

“yeah, i’m a little sick in the head.” toji murmured along with a chuckle.

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whump-town · 2 years

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The most surprising part about Christmas these days is that old Bah Humbug himself is standing in David Rossi’s kitchen wearing the Christmas sweater Penelope knit him six years ago allowing Emily to convince him into another glass of wine. From where Derek’s sitting he can’t see Hank but he knows his son is right under their feet being snuck crackers that Dave has already told the three of them are for a snack platter. There are traces of age between Emily and Hotch, shared in the lines of their smiles and the grey hairs overtaking their ink-black hair. Hotch gives a big dramatic huff as he picks Hank up, settling the toddler on his hip as Emily collects their wine glasses.

Derek had spent an entire night in the shower scrubbing Emily’s blood off of his body. He’s listened as a man beat her. Wished her luck as she untied her hair, preparing for a night of playing the seductress so that they could catch the bad guy. He’s argued with her until they were both screaming, both having made up their minds about something and unwilling to cave. He’s placed his hand over a pulsing wound, begged her to keep her eyes open just a little longer.

He carried her casket across a cemetery.

He’s argued with her about Hotch.

It was Derek who Hotch stumbled into when his adrenaline finally crashed after New York, his hearing gone and his body ceasing function. Derek has scrubbed Hotch’s blood out of the carpet, patched a hole in his wall from a bullet that could have easily ended his life. He pulled Hotch off of Foyet, held his shaking, trembling body in his arms as he sobbed and lost his mind. He’s had scream-out fights with Hotch too, far too many to count. And it was Hotch that Derek wanted to meet Hank the most. Because it was Hotch that was unwavering certain Derek would be a fantastic father. Who gave him a box of parenting books and Jack’s old crib with a simple unspoken shrug.

He didn’t need to clarify to Derek why.

Neither had men in their lives as children that could teach them how to be good men. How to be a father.

All they had were examples of what not to be.

What not to do.

They’ve come a long way. So much has changed.

Hank plops himself down in Hotch’s lap, toppling over so that he’s laying on Hotch and Emily. He lays on his back, sticking his fingers through the loosely knit sweater Emily’s wearing, and watching the two talk with big, curious eyes. “Hops,” Hank stage whispers and when Hotch doesn’t answer, when he keeps talking to Emily. Hank nudges Hotch’s stomach with his foot, “Hops.”

Hotch smirks, still looking at Emily, and stops. He looks down at Hank, patting the boy’s stomach, “what?”

Hank smirks, squirming and pulling closer to Emily. “I love you.”

Hotch’s smile falters and then it twists. He leans forward, moving his hand to hold the side of Hank’s face. “I love you too.”

Emily lets them have their moment but then pokes Hank, “what about me, you butt?”

Hank smirks. She tickles him and he shouts, giggling and worming around. “I love you!” he shouts. “I love you too! I do!” Emily keeps on until Hank can’t even get words out and when they’re both breathless she lets up. She pulls him up in her arms and kisses his cheek. “I love you too, stinky boy.”

Hank squirms out her hold and tucks himself under Hotch’s arm, watching her there and sticking out his tongue. “Hops!” he yells when Emily reaches for him again.

Hotch stops her, “leave the poor kid alone.”

What Derek Morgan wouldn’t give to be tell that scared little boy that Carl Buford hurt that things are going to get so much better. He spent his childhood waiting to die, wanting to die. But he made it. Buford is dead and Derek Morgan is alive, with a family he built. With a family he trusts.

Hank is resting his head on Hotch’s chest as he listens to Hotch and Emily talk, his thumb creeping dangeriosuly close to his mouth. It’s too early in the afternoon for him to take a nap, not when he’s likely got an entire guest room full of presents to open from his favroite aunts and uncles but he’s entirely content. He’s completely safe laying right there with Hotch’s arm wrapped around his back. Hank looks up, aware suddenly of his of father’s eyes on him. He waves at Derek.

Derek smiles.

He made it.

He lived.

Derek waves back.

#Buford #carl Buford #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #derek morgan #hank morgan

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hentaimommi · 2 years

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Burning | Dabi x (Fem) Reader

(A/N): short drabble/lowkey vent for me

I sat my coffee down on the table, it was six-am. The sky was still pitch black, and the birds had yet to begin chirping. I wanted to say good morning to my cat when she jumped on the counter, but it wasn't morning. I had stayed up all night waiting for my lover again.

Dabi was a man of few words, but passion. We met at a bar, he complimented my quirk when I showed it off in the alleyway. Then he asked he could kiss me, and so we did. He would come in the night, sneak into bed with me. Sometimes stay until the morning when we would have a lazy day, cuddle while I washed his stinky clothes.

Another sigh escaped my lips, I almost wanted to cry. Just to let it out. I loved him, and some part of me knew he felt the same. I didn't want to question it, because I was afraid the answer wasn't what I hoped. I didn't question it. But I had been doubting anything but that, only myself.

My feelings for Dabi made themselves known in my eyeryday life, I stopped craving him just in the night. I wanted to come home to him, go on dates with him, have him stay more than just one night. I'm so sick of the waiting, the eye bags, the restless sleep.

Finally I hear my window crack from my fireway into my bedroom. I rolled my eyes, took my cat away from my coffee, and headed back. I knew it was him, he always tries to me quiet. He smiled when he saw me, he looked so beat up. "Dabi, damn. Let me help you." I reached for him as he laughed a little and smiled. "There's my girl. I'm sorry it's so late, but shits been busy."

I nodded and took him into my bathroom. He must have noticed my face, because when I started collecting supplies he gently tugged my chin to look at him. I did, really, but I didn't mean to cry. His blue orbs shined at me now angled as he swiftly pulled me into a half-hug.

He shushed me softly as I spilled tears onto him. I missed him so much, and he hadn't even come to see me. My arms wrapped around his burnt ones. "Love, can you tell me what's wrong?" I only wanted to cry more, because he was being so gentle. I wanted to be mad but it was so hard.

"D-Dabi, I need to talk." He pulled my head up and wiped my tears softly. Another half smile. He was so beautiful even in the fluorescent lighting of my bathroom. "I'm all ears darling." He told me as his hands gently rubbed my back.

"Look, I need you. M-More than one day a week at six am. I need you to be here. I can't keep waiting for you to choose to see me, or be here when you want. This hurts me so bad, Dabi." My head tucked into his neck as I held in another sob. It was so hard being honest, I was so afraid to be complicated. To need.

His hands ran into my hair and he softly shushed away my choked out sobs. "I know. I'm sorry. I've been so caught up and- you deserve better." I cried into his neck, holding his frail and injured body against mine too.

"I'll be here, okay? I'll make the time for when you want, and we can work this out." I nodded, as his had ruffled my hair. Carefully I stood and wiped my tears, than began cleaning his wounds.

"You know, it's so lonely without you here. I miss you so much." I lowly whispered as he watched me clean his wounds. He nodded and looked away. "I'm lonely without you too, it's not one sided. I miss you when I'm gone." He seethed at the alcohol cleaning an open wound.

"Sorry darling." I finished up, and helped him to my bed. He needed rest, he looked so frail. I wanted to know what happened, but he could always tell me tomorrow. So I laid with him. He curled into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'll do better, (F/N). I'll be yours." He whispered into my chest. I pet his hair as he softly began snoring into a deep sleep. That was all I needed to hear.

"You're my person."

#dabi imagine #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi my hero academia #dabi #dabi fluff #anime

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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I’ll be here to fix you

Tom Holland

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Warnings: OK, this has to do with domestic violence and an abusive relationship. Also just violence, and blackmail (kinda) so *Trigger warning*

For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY)

A/N: If you are in an unsafe relationship, please reach out for help, and know it is not your fault.

A/N.2: I really debated posting this, for many reasons, so i’m sorry if this upsets or triggers anyone in anyway..

It was late when his phone began to ring, most times, he wouldn't answer calls this late, but that night something prompted him to answer. Without even a glance at his phone, he answered, bringing it to his ear.

“Tommy?” your voice was frantic through the phone, almost like you had been running all while crying. “Tommy, are you there?”

“I'm here love, what's wrong? Where are you?” He sat straight up in bed, the worry for you waking him up completely.

“I sent you my location, can you just come and get me?” It was odd for you to ask him for anything, while you were best friends, you were always very adamant on being your own person, something Tom respected a whole lot.

“I'm on my way,” Tom didn't even take any time to get dressed or anything, grabbing his keys and getting to his car in nothing but his grey sweats and old shirt he'd taken from the spider man set that he had been asleep in.

You weren't far from him, a five minute drive and he found you, sitting on a curb with your face buried in your hands. As soon as you heard the car, you glanced up, seeing it was him and practically running to get in. Once you were situated, you turned, giving Tom a light smile and nod, before looking back out the window, but he wasn't blind.

“Y/N-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Tom, just.. Take me back to your house, we can talk about it there. I don't want to be here anymore,” you sniffled as the tears that had subsided made their way back to your eyes, “Please?” You added, small sobs escaping.

Tom obliged your request, with no questions asked, and headed straight to his house. As soon as he parked the car, you were out and rushed inside, leaving Tom worried and angry. Angry at whoever left you like that.

Tom tried to give you time, to cry or wash up or whatever you were doing locked in his bathroom, but he just found himself pacing back and forth in front of the door. Finally, he couldn't take it, and knocked on the door. “Y/N?” he heard sniffles as he pressed his ear to the door, it broke his heart to hear you like that, you were his happy go lucky y/n, even if you weren't actually his.

“Am i a terrible person?” you asked through the door.

“What? No, of course not y/n, you're the best person i know!” Tom exclaimed, he was taken aback by the fact that you could ever even think that you were anything less than perfect, less then the way he saw you.

“He told me I was selfish, and awful, and I put you above everything else, which makes me a slut,” you said, unlocking the door and opening it. Tom felt his jaw clench, hearing the words coming from your mouth and seeing the bruise that was forming by your eye. You looked terrible, your eyes were bloodshot from tears, your nose raw from blowing it over and over, and your hair was all over the place.

“He said what?” Tom asked through clenched teeth. He could kill him, he would kill him, especially if he was the one that gave you the bruise. “Did he do this?” Tom reached out to touch your face but you flinched away from his hand, answering his question. He wouldn't let him get away with hurting someone, especially you.

Tom wasn't the most level headed person, some would even describe him as not being able to deal with his anger well, and in this instance he could agree he didn't handle himself as well as he could have.

The metal jail door slid open “Holland, you're free to go,” Tom sat up from where he had been laying on the concrete bench, not sure why he was being released, he was sure with how the events of last night had played out, there was no way he should be let out.

He followed the guard to the counter where they had a bag full of his personal things, before motioning for him to leave. He walked out of the police station puzzled, until he saw you standing against his car with crossed arms and a worried look on your face.

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” you said with a stern voice. Your face was back to how it usually looked, making tom figure you had makeup on, to cover the reminder of the night before.

“How did you get me out?” Tom asked you, worried you had gone out of your way to pull of some crazy jailbreak mission.

“I told him I would not press charges if he wouldn't press charges on you,” you told him. Tom felt his jaw clench again, you were unbelievable sometimes.

“What Y/N?! I would have been fine!” He exclaimed, making you roll your eyes.

“I don't really think an assault charge would be good for your career, Tommy,” of course you were right, and avoiding a charge all together was probably best for his career, but that didn't mean he was happy about it, Alex deserved to be punished for what he had done to you, and if that meant Tom went down for defending you then so be it, but he also knew arguing with you over it would get him nowhere.

“Well, i don't like it,” Tom went to grab the keys from your hands, but you quickly pulled your hand away, walking over to the drivers side and opening the door.

“Y/N, it's my car,” Tom laughed.

“And? I didn't spend the night in jail,” You shot him a smile before climbing in. You were also impossible at times, but that was part of the reason Tom was in love with you, and had been for quite a while. He wouldn't admit that to you though, he could barely admit it to himself.

You drove to Tom's house, parking the car in the wrong spot of the driveway, on purpose to irritate him. “Go shower, Tommy you smell gross,” You teased.

“I was only in there for like six hours!” He argued, shoving your shoulder lightly as you unlocked his front door.

“Uh huh, whatever you say stinky,” you giggled.

Tom went to his bathroom to shower away his night as a criminal, but he stopped when he saw your makeup scattered around his counter. He wasn't sure when you had brought it over, you hadn't had anything with you when he picked you up last night, not even your purse. He peeked his head into his bedroom and could see that his bed had been slept in, and you had a small bag of clothes on the floor by his dresser. A smile snuck onto his face, he had always told you that you had a place to go whenever you needed it, but you were so hard headed he was sure you would never actually take him up on that. On a whim, Tom decided to peek into his spare room before getting in the shower, and just like he had expected, there were a few bags and boxes of your personal things that were just waiting to be unpacked. “I should have asked, but I just needed to cut ties, get away from all of that,” You explained from behind him.

“Y/N, you can stay as long as you'd like, i'm just glad you are here,” Tom told you, pulling you against his chest.

“Me to Tommy,” You sighed into his chest.

“Y/N?” Tom asked while still holding you.

“Hmm?” You hummed into his chest.

Tom really considered his next question, he didn't want to upset you, but he had to know. “Was that not the first time he hit you?”

“I should have left months ago,” You whispered. “I just, I thought I could fix him, he was broken, and I'm a fixer, but instead of me fixing him, he broke me,” Tom felt the warmth of your tears on his chest. “It started off as little things, one fight he threw a rag at me, and then another he slammed the door on my hand, that's when I broke my fingers, and I kept telling myself it wouldn't escalate, and then last night.. He said that I was a slut, because I spent too much time with you, and I tried to argue that it was because you were just my best friend, and he slapped me across the face, and called me a liar.” you pulled away to look up at tom. “I'm a strong girl Tom, but I felt like next to nothing last night, and that's when I knew I had to get out.. I left and ran to the park and called you. Months of belittling, and name calling.. i didn't even see how bad it was, until it was to late,”

Tom's heart broke knowing this had been going on for months under his nose, that his y/n was hurting so much and he didn't even see it. He brought his thumb up to your bruise barely visible thanks to the makeup. He wasn't sure what exactly came over him, but he leaned down and kissed the spot ever so lightly.

“He may have broken you y/n, but I'll be here to fix you, no matter how long it takes,” he whispered. You smiled at your best friend, your Tommy. Taking a chance, you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes, and pressed your lips into his. It had always been Tom, you were just way too stubborn to accept it. You pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“What happened last night tom?” You asked. You had only seen the aftermath, after Tom's phone call from the police station, informing you he'd been arrested. He rushed out so quickly, leaving you a mess in his bathroom. Then after his call, you had to uber to your apartment, finding it in shambles, from a physical fight. You knew you had to protect Tom. You couldn't let him go down to protect you. So you called Alex, telling him you were going to press charges, unless he promised to not press charges against Tom, and of course him being who he was, he agreed instantly, anything to keep his own name clean. morally, it probably wasn't the right decision, but you had to do what you had to do.

“Well,” Tom started, thinking back to how he had acted, and what had actually transpired.

Tom banged on the door, repeatedly, until Alex finally opened it. As soon as the door opened Tom shoved Alex pushing his way into the apartment. “Did you lay your hands on her?” he shouted. Causing a scoff out of Alex.

“Of course she went crying to you, it's always you Holland,” he spat, pushing Tom back.

The rest was a blur, Tom wasn't sure who threw the first punch, but he was sure who threw the last, and though he had been a little too rough, he didn't regret it, because he had done it for you.

Tom told you exactly how he had recalled the night, down to the police showing up. You were upset with him for jeopardizing his career, but you were also thankful to have someone like Tom, who would always come to your rescue when you allowed it.

“Thank you Tommy,” You whispered. It would take time to recover from the last few months of your life, but you were sure with the help of Tom, and a little too much ice cream, you would come out on the other side stronger than ever.

#Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #angst #tom holland angst #domestic violene helplines #domestic violent relationships #reach out for help #don't be silent

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Hero of the Swamp (Shrek x Jaskier)

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Pairing: Shrek x Netflix!Jaskier (Julian Alfred Pankratz/Dandelion) Rating: Explicit Words: 2893 POV: Third Summary: After being left on the mountain, Jaskier finds himself lost in the swamp and in need of warmth and comfort. Note: Y’all can thank @spielzeugkaiser and their amazing art for this. Sorry for the sloppy edit, but I really was not going to put even more time into this sinful work. Tags: I’ve been a bad boy daddy forgive me father fore I have sinned, pre-movies Shrek, post-mountain Jaskier, angst, fluff, Shrek’s huge dong, size kink, cum shower, monster cock, blowjobs, rimming, cum eating and Shrek has emotions ok

The growls of monsters lurking in the forest rolled over the muddy forest grounds and reached Jaskier’s icy ears. He shivered in both terror and response to the temperature. He told himself he could get off that mountain on his own, but who was he kidding? His frigid ears caught something in the dark. The bard bolted off the path, then later found himself in the middle of nowhere, chilled to the bone, disoriented, and, to be honest, frightened.

He was looking for a path, but even that seemed to not be present anywhere in the vicinity. Jaskier rubbed his trembling hands together and walked on. Jaskier thought he should at last find some shelter from the wind. Just as he was about to settle for a random tree, he noticed light in the distance, warm like fire, inviting him and promising warmth and shelter.

The fatigued bard all but ran towards it, the signs around the perimeter unnoticed in the dark. His boots sunk into the mud of the swamp, but he had his eyes set on the house-like structure in the middle of the swamp. He could not believe anyone wanted to live in this stinky place, but right now this someone was about to be his saviour. Once at what he assumed to be the door, he knocked on it. When there was no answer he knocked again. There were some angry, heavy footsteps, before the door opened.

Before him stood a massive humanoid, skin green like peas, frame built like Geralt who preferred cake over his nasty potions. “Eh, good evening, sir,” Jaskier tried. If it was living in a house, it must be intelligent to some extent… right? “Could you please spare some place for a weary traveller?” The green creature did not look nice, even without its facial expressions. Some tension left its body after the question. Jaskier recognised it as a hint of confusion. “I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death if I don’t warm myself by a fire.”

“No, get out of my swamp,” the creature spoke. It sounded like it was from Skellige. It was about to retreat into its home, but Jaskier put his foot between the door.

“Please, I’ll die out here,” he spoke dramatically, hoping for pity so he’d have a roof over his head tonight. He was not sure if he should try his luck with this creature, but at least it could speak. Wraiths had said less words, before trying to slice him.

“Not my problem. Get out of my swamp. The only way you get close to my fire is when I roast you over it.” “Oh please, you don’t mean that.”

Jaskier had barely finished speaking, when the green man grabbed him by his doublet and pulled him close. His breath stank of swamp water and fish. His mouth was wide and Jaskier was pretty sure he would fit inside there. The bard felt like he should be terrified, but underneath a thin layer of leather and cloth, there was warmth radiating off pear skin. He wanted to lean into it, thaw. What inhibited his survival skills further, where those eyes glaring into his. Under bushy eyebrows rested two brown pools of warm broth. He heard the green man roar into his face that he needed to leave, because he was an ogre and he was going to eat him, but it was hard to believe him.

Within those eyes that were so close to his, the ogre told the story of a creature that wanted to be alone, because alone was safe, alone was comfortable, alone was all he was used to. Jaskier never knew that, but after today, he understood why one would think that.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

It stung, more than anything had caused him to ache in ages. Jaskier could feel the urge to never make friends again, never love again, never lust after one he could not have. However, he refused. It was pain that made life worth living. Without pain, bliss did not feel as good as it did. The rain made sunlight so much more appreciated. The cold made fire so much more precious. The monsters made the witcher so much more valuable.

The human knew this, but the ogre holding him up by his doublet did not. Jaskier had wished for pity, but he pitied the other now. He clumsily threw his arms around the ogre and hugged him tightly. The ogre stopped yelling at him. Jaskier could feel the muscles against his body tensing up. The hand holding him loosened and he threw his legs around the ogre too, holding on and hugging him tightly. “You don’t have to be alone. I don’t fear you,” Jaskier spoke gently.

“I am an ogre.” “And if you were really malicious I would not still be breathing. Please, just for one night. There are all sorts of dangers out in these swamps, especially at night. I just want to stay alive.”

Jaskier could hear the ogre letting out a long sigh. “Fine,” he spoke, “but you have to be gone tomorrow.” Jaskier let him go, but not after planting a delighted kiss on the rough skin of the ogre’s cheek.

“Thank you so much,” the bard exclaimed. He slipped inside, before the ogre could change his mind. The inside of the hollowed out tree looked cozy. It stank like hell, but he was in the middle of the swamp; what did he expect? “Do you like music? I have little to give you, but I am a bard.” Jaskier held up his lute as he grabbed the chair that had no food in front of it. One look at the giant slug on a plate and he was pretty sure he did not want to have any food. Jaskier pulled the chair a little closer to the fire and sat down with his lute in his lap. It seemed rather strange that there were two hand-crafted chairs, while the ogre seemed to be so keen on being alone. “Oh and you can call me Jaskier, by the by. What may I call you, my hero from the swamp?”

The ogre looked at him a little annoyed as he closed the door and sat back down to finish his dinner. “Uh… Shrek. You can play, but don’t sing.” Jaskier let the name roll off his tongue, before playing a calming tune. He didn’t speak, just let his fingers do their thing as he processed all that happened during the day, well it was actually more just those few minutes that haunted his mind. Each one of Geralt’s words cutting into his soul. “Eh… Jaskier?” Jaskier was pulled from his thoughts when Shrek spoke his name. He shook his head, before looking at Shrek. “You don't seem to be… you… you seem sad, well, what I mean is… I never heard such a depressing tune.”

Jaskier faked a smile. “My apologies, good sir. I’ll play you a happier tune, if you wish.” He diverted his eyes to the fingerboard, blinking away the tears he suddenly noticed pooling in his eyes.

“No, you don’t have to. I prefer silence, anyway.” Jaskier looked up and noticed Shrek had finished eating. He stood up and started cleaning up. “You can sleep on my good chair.” Jaskier followed the ogre’s gaze to the fauteuil in the corner. He nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He had slept on forest floors with Geralt. This was more luxury than a regular day with the witcher.

Shrek had some board and card games, which he seemed to enjoy to play. Jaskier wondered if Shrek usually played these games on his own or if he hosted guests more often. Neither seemed likely, since the games seemed to have gone untouched for at least a decade, if not longer. They shared a few laughs. Shrek turned out to be more fun company than Jaskier would ever have expected from an ogre. His jokes were terrible and sometimes a little insensitive, but he so clearly meant well. It was clear Shrek was not used to talking or any social interactions. He spoke like a young man still trying to figure out what was socially acceptable to say and what was not. Still, he was trying and Jaskier welcomes the vivid chatting.

When they got tired, Jaskier curled up on the comfortable fauteuil by the fire. Shrek had draped a shirt of his over the human. It stank and was dirty, but it was warm and Jaskier was still low key afraid of getting kicked out to sleep in the mud, so he didn’t voice a single word of complaint. In the silence of the night with no one to talk to, words that were already spoken returned to his mind. Jaskier tried to block them out, but they bit at his brain, keeping him awake and drawing tears from his eyes. He curled further in on himself, trying to stay quiet as he sobbed into his hands. It just hurt so much to be discarded like he was nothing but a nuisance. Was that all he was? He was sure his songs brought joy in taverns, but right now the unlikely and unrealistic idea that everyone just pretended to have a good time was so overwhelming.

The bard flinched when he felt a huge hand on his shoulder and arm. He looked up to find Shrek hanging over him in nothing but his smalls. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the ogre clearly wasn’t good with words. “I’m fine, Shrek,” Jaskier lied as he wiped the tears off his face, “I’ll just find the nearest town tomorrow and fuck the pain away.” The words had already left him, when he realised how that might sound. “And I’ll do that tomorrow, not because I think you’re hideous, quite the contrary, you might be the most handsome ogre to ever exist, but I just assumed you would not be interested in having sex with a human… male. Human male, doesn’t seem your taste, but it could be, I wouldn’t judge you. How could I? You’ve been a most generous host! I…”

Jaskier almost suffocated as Shrek’s palm covered the entirety of his face. He got the hint and just shut up. Shrek slowly let go of his face, allowing him to breathe again. Jaskier looked away, cheeks red. He was blabbering nonsense to an ogre who preferred peace and quiet. He guessed it was time to sleep in the mud outside, however, Shrek wasn’t yelling at him… yet.

“So you just have sex and that helps you feel better?” Jaskier nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind helping you feel better. It is not like I have had lassies lining up in the swamp… or lads.” He laughed a little awkwardly, making Jaskier laugh too. He took hold of one of Shrek’s huge fingers with two of his, by comparison, tiny hands.

“Oh Shrek, you are such a wonderful host. You really do not have to do this though. I will still want to visit you again, even when you don’t want to fuck my brains out, just so I don’t have to think about some brutish asshole.” Shrek gave him a long look, before enclosing his hand around Jaskier’s waist and lifting him off the fauteuil.

“It’s not just for you. It’s for me too.” And Jaskier wanted to read into those words, figure out the ogre with complicated feelings, but he had no willpower to. Shrek’s bed was firm, almost hard like a plank. It smelled like him, like onions and mud and firewood. Shrek tried to undress him, but his huge fingers couldn’t get a grip on Jaskier’s complex clothing. Jaskier smiled kindly at him, helping him without even needing to look at any button. “Can I kiss you?” Jaskier didn’t even reply. Instead he pulled Shrek’s head down. It was an awkward kiss. Shrek’s mouth was way too big and neither of them were very coordinated in the moment.

When his clothes were mostly off and Jaskier was left in his smalls, Shrek kissed down his body, his huge tongue lapping at his skin and Jaskier could hear him enjoy the taste. He hummed to signal his pleasure, letting the ogre go about his business. Shrek pulled off his smalls and to Jaskier’s complete surprise, the ogre took his cock in his mouth. Jaskier whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. Everything about Shrek was big, including his mouth. Even when the ogre sucked him to full hardness, Jaskier still didn’t feel the back of the ogre’s throat. Shrek sucked in his balls at well and Jaskier almost cried from the pleasure of having his cock and balls inside a warm mouth.

When Shrek let Jaskier go, his length was hard, red and leaking. Jaskier barely had time to recover, before he felt that glorious tongue on him again, this time licking over his hole. Whispered pleas left his lips as he imagined that tongue inside of him. Then a thought crossed his mind. If everything about Shrek was big, what about his dick? Jaskier had seen the ogre’s hands and one finger was already bigger than the average cock. While he normally was down to go big, the imaginable size of Shrek’s dong low key terrified him.

His mind had no opportunity to freak him out completely, because Shrek’s tongue entered him and the feeling was so, so good. Jaskier moaned as big green hands spread his cheeks and thick wetness penetrated him. “Ah… ah Shrek I hate to be a uh… fuck!” The bard trashed his arms around when his new found friend started to stroke his cock at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! Way too soon, I know! Sto..aahh...” His whole body tensed as he spilled all over himself. Shrek was unrelenting. As the bard’s cock was spent, he still had his tongue inside him, pressing at the right places and wiggling around so talentedly. “Stop, stop, stop, it’s too much, really, too much.”

Jaskier was out of breath, head fuzzy with post-orgasmic bliss. His whole brain short-circuited as Shrek’s tongue licked over his torso, cleaning him off all the cum he had spilled over himself. “Are you all right?” The green-skinned sex machine inquired with innocent eyes that did not match the absolute tent in his smalls.

“Say, Shrek, will I die if I swallow ogre cum?” Jaskier almost laughed at Shrek’s expression. It was a ‘yes, no, maybe’. “Ok fine, but I will suck you off still.” The human pushed at the ogre, cornering the larger frame against the opposite wall, before getting on his knees.

“With all due respect, Jask, I don’t think you can fit me anywhere.” Jaskier didn’t listen, pulling down Sherk’s white smalls in spite of knowing the ogre was probably right. As soon as 12 inch of green cock basically slapped him in the face, Jaskier knew he was in way over his head. Still, he was confident that if he tried, he could still fit the head inside his mouth. With Shrek still assuring him he did not have to do this, Jaskier started licking all over Shrek’s length. The taste was not as bad as he feared. In fact, the more he licked, the more he started to like it. Jaskier made out with the head of Shrek’s cock, fucking the slit with his tongue. Shrek was holding his shoulder, occasionally squeezing a little as he moaned. And oh were those delicious moans, primal, guttural, deep and vibrating through Jaskier’s entire body.

The human tried many times, but he couldn’t slip the monster cock inside his mouth. He was resilient though and kept trying, while stroking the rest of the green length. He was so caught up in his quest that he didn’t hear Shrek telling him how close he was. He made a disappointed sound as he was forcibly removed from the cock in his mouth. Jaskier crawled back up the bed and stretched out his body. “Cum on me,” he wantonly moaned and Shrek did not disappoint. Jaskier had to close his eyes and mouth as he got showered in thick, beige cum. He never had felt this dirty, but it was a good kind. He wished he could have taken Shrek in his ass. He could’ve been so full.

Once Shrek had stopped groaning, Jaskier dared to open his eyes. He could see guilt already spreading over Shrek’s face. He must have been a sight, so much smaller than Shrek and absolutely drenched in his cum. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve always fantasised about being showered in cum. Just never thought that all that cum would come from a single person.”

Shrek let out a relieved sigh and helped him wipe some cum off his face so it wouldn’t get into his mouth or eyes. “I’ll prepare you a bath,” he spoke gently, surprising Jaskier with the thoughtfulness. His eyes followed the ogre as he put his breeches on and moved out to probably get some fresh water. A laugh escaped Jaskier as he stared at the sticky substance covering his skin. Who would’ve thought that the swamp could’ve been so pleasant?

#shrekier #i've been a bad boy daddy #forgive me father for i have sinned #shrek x jaskier #shrek #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #netflix jaskier #the witcher #lemon #the witcher fic #shrek fic #monsterfucking #ogre #ogres #ogres are like onions

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Bath with me

Prompt- Washing the others body | fluff | implied smut | Draco had a terrible day and harry makes up for it |

" oh Honey, good you're home. We are kind of short on groceries so we need to shop- why do you like you can kill me right now ?" Harry raised his head to look at Draco entering carrying his side bag and look exhausted.

" I - can - kill - Someone right now" Draco frustratingly grabbed onto the air, growling

" okay- well I have a knife, I don't think it will work but I'm sure we can work with that. You kill, I will dispose the body- not Funny. Alright. I'm almost done, sit down, and we'll talk alright "

Groaning Draco sat down in the kitchen stool, slamming his head softly over the table. Glimpsing at draco, Harry sighed pouring the pasta immediately into the pan and covering the lid.

" I'm done " Harry announced taking off his apron and keeping it over the counter

" when were you going to tell me that I have been temporarily suspended from apparating ?" Draco looked up at harry, his chin against the table.

" what- I thought you knew. The letter came in like a day ago, it was right over your coffee table. It said it's just a temporary thing with random people because of certain case they're working on " Harry explained

" well- as my husband- you are supposed to inform me such thing " Draco rolled his eyes

" well I thought you must've read it- you know what nevermind, just tell me what's got your knickers in twist?" Harry sat down in front of him and passed him a bottle of water. Draco huffed out air, raising his head and finally started with his rant.

" so it's a normal day, I get free from work, I decided to apparate and Just as I apparate, I'm pulled into the ministry and they start explaining me everything and obviously because you didn't tell me about the disapparation temporal ban, I fought with them until they showed me the damn letter and I ultimately lost the argument and you know how much I hate losing but then I thought let's be like my gentlemen husband so I walk off the ministry, then I finally thought let's take a damn car from the ministry but then I get to know that my damn gentlemen of a husband has denied using his ministry car privileges to donate the money to the orphan- when the hell were you going to tell me ?"

" well I thought- I think I told you-"

" doesn't matter. So I thought let's travel the damn muggle way, so I take the bus-"

" oh jeez-"

" yes jeez, well I've never travelled like that before, I didn't assume it to be that bad but boy oh boy, I had to sit beside a fucking stinky man who I am assuming was smoking drugs right beside. And it's not even the worst part, I can't get out of the seat because a huge man blocks my entrance and that man didn't feel a damn thing even when I punched him to move away. So I was stuck and you wanna know the worst part, one fucking hour, I was stuck for one fucking hour until I get off the damn station five miles away from here and it's not even that, I'm walking home thinking about how it's probably the shittiest day I've had until a car with some fucking teenagers threw some damn fucking milkshake all over me- this was the worst possible fucking day ever " Draco almost sobbed in frustration.

" oh dear " harry immediately gets up and hugs Draco, kissing the top of his head " I had no idea. Why didn't you just flooed ?"

" I- that didn't fucking came in my mind- Harry " Draco whined

" shush- it's alright.. you forgot honey, you were already dealing with a hard day. Merlin,you know what, let's not sulk. I'll go and draw a bath for you, how does that sound ? " Harry asks raising Draco's face by his chin.

Draco almost weeps but nods not leaving Harry yet.

" honey- you gotta let go of me if you want me to draw that bath. I also need to stir the pasta " Harry interjected after several minutes of Draco not leaving him. He groaned and finally let go off harry.

" just go get ready for a Bath alright " Harry said as he immediately turned off the stove. Nodding Draco walks into the bedroom and harry practically ran to the bathroom to prepare his bath.

When almost done with drawing a bath, Harry walks out, and waiting outside the door for Draco to come who did, finally after undressing with just a bathrobe on.

Draco had just entered the bathroom when he calls out to harry

" aren't you going to join ?"

" no- you know I just had one "

" fine- I come home from a stressful day hoping my husband would have a nice bath-"

" Merlin, get in, I'm joining " and with a grin Draco went inside. Harry shook his head smiling to himself about his melodramatic husband, but then he knew he loved him even after everything..

And so harry finally did join Draco into the bathtub, with Draco's back pressed against his chest, enjoying the warm bath. Harry took the shampoo in his hand, and softly rubbing Draco's scalp, who moaned in pleasure.

" love, I really am sorry for how terrible your day was " Harry kissed his neck from behind, his hands roaming Draco's, Washing him.

" it's not your fault " Draco responded turning slightly to only face Harry.

" but I should've told you about the letter and the ministry car thing-"

" it's alright Harry, I didn't check my coffee table, my fault and I know exactly why you don't use the ministry affiliated car- I'm your husband Harry, of course I understand everything you do, even if you don't tell me any of it "

Harry looked at Draco with a new found appreciation for his adorable husband who was probably the most understanding man to walk upon earth.

" how did I land up with you ?" Harry smiled, wrapping his hands loosely around Draco's, pressing soft kisses all over his neck.

" the real question is how did I land up with such an amazing husband ?" Draco gave Harry a genuine smile turning around so he straddled him " I feel like I don't appreciate you enough. I mean in front of you I look like a complete prat..all I do is create drama while you look after the house, take care of the bills and most importantly, take care of me everyday"

" Draco- you take care of me and you do things- like every Sunday you bring me a new breakfast in bed, you do my clothes shopping and always get the right size, you praise me every night and never force me to do anything. And I know you are disappointed with my job, you never tell me on it, I know you want me to take a safer job, I know you do but you let me make my own decisions. And you've taken care of me so much when I had terrible days. You're too good for me Draco, but I think we both think we are too good for each other and that's what makes us so perfect for each other " Harry smiled lightly brushing Draco's cheek with his thumb

" how do you know exactly what to say at the right moment " Draco smiled at harry before leaning down to kiss him over the lips..

" you taste like wine " Draco teased

" well I did try which wine should we have for dinner, since you know you had shit day " Harry mumbled against Draco's lip, his eyes stills closed.

" god- you are just perfect " Draco mumbled before deepening the kiss, his body pressed against that of Harry's, his hands lost in the brunettes hair.

" you are perfect Draco- fuck I love you" Harry breathed, his hands roaming over the back of Draco pulling him closer, Deepening the kiss.

And they made out until the water ran cold and harry picked Draco bridal style and walked them to the room, helping him get dressed and finally having dinner with the finest me in the entire Britain he could find to settle down with.

Request open | masterlist available for all prompts | I'm really sorry for being inconsistent with these posts somedays. I've have had a few very hectic days and someday's I can't just put up with writing, so I need those days off. I apologize for this.

Day 33- cruise to alberobello | Day 35- every inch of you

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⛽️ 🔥 FIRE AND GASOLINE 🔥⛽️ (PART 2)

Prompt: Y/N’s life has changed drastically, precisely 10 years ago and all because of an adorable lunatic and two little maniacs. But what will happen when a divergency of thoughts leads Y/N and her lunatic to say some pretty harsh words, that they know they will regret it later?

Word count: Definitely too long!

Pairing: Jon Moxley (or even Dean Ambrose if that’s your liking) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, a lovable mutt named Moxley

Tag: @jibbles26 and some lovely folks who wanted to see the part 2: @drew-is-boo , @amandalynngraves , @bellalutionn , @moxleybabe

Notes: FINALLY!!! I KNOW PEOPLE, I KNOW...LET’S ALL SING HALLELUJAH! Sorry this took me so long, but I hope is worth it ☺️ Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I was saved from given them an answer by my phone ringing, I looked down and saw Nancy’s name. Without thinking twice I answered

“Yeah?”

“Y/N, is everything ok? You said you’d be here in 10 minutes and it’s passed 30 now”

“Yeah I’m good, I just got caught up in something with Jon and the kids”

“So you figured things out with him?”

“No, I just” I look at the kids and Jon who were all still kneeling on the floor “I don’t know” I whispered

“Y/N, dear” Nancy starts “You don’t sound like you wanna come over and no offense, pumpkin...but you’re not 15 anymore, you can’t run away from your husband whenever you guys have a disagreement and by the looks of it, it was a mixture between Jonathan and his temper and you and your mouth! Fire and gasoline if I remember correctly” She angrily said, making me laugh lightly

“See, I knew it!” I heard her clapping to herself “Do you want my advice?”

“Sure” I answered

“Stay there tonight, talk to Jon like a GROWN UP COUPLE WOULD and if you still feel like you need a break you can come by tomorrow and stay as long as you’d like, how does that sounds to you?”

“Sounds good, Nance” I smiled

“Nice, now go on, stay with your family and call me tomorrow to say how long did the make up sex session lasted”

“You’re so unbelievably disgusting! Love ya Nancy”

“Love ya pumpkin. Bye bye”

Once I ended the call I looked at the kids and said

“Well, I think it’s better for us to go downstairs and grab some popcorn so we can watch Moana” I smile fondly

“YAY, MOMMY IS STAYING” They scream and jump as they run towards me, hugging my legs

I laugh “Ok, let’s go stinky bumbs! Choose your sits on the couch”

With that they ran downstairs. I look at Jon, who was still knelt down on the floor.

“Jon, get up please”

“Are you really gonna stay?” His voice is low

“Yes”

“Are you gonna file for divorce?”

“Jon, please” I plead

The hope in his eyes died a little “Can we at least talk about it?”

“We will, later. Once we put the kids down for bed”

“Ok, thank you kitten” He caresses my belly and we hear two impatient kids screaming for us to come downstairs

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“They’re asleep” Jon says once he comes to sit by me on the couch

“Good, so we can talk now”

He stares at me and I started

“We can’t do this anymore, Jon”

He looks at me with pure fear upon his eyes

“The arguing, the yelling, the saying bad things just to spite each other...never being able to understand each other’s perspective whenever the subject of having more kids appears” I sighed “I just wish you would understand that sometimes it’s difficult for me, difficult for the kids to not have you around. When they have a bad dream they want you to protect them. Last week, Rosie had a nightmare about a man taking her away and she screamed for you. Do you know how much it hurt me seeing her sob because she wanted daddy to scare the mean man away, but daddy couldn’t because he wasn’t here? Sometimes they cry on our way back home from school because they wished daddy was there to pick them up. Things like ‘why is everybody’s else daddy comes to pick them up and ours doesn’t?’, ‘he doesn’t like us?’, ‘did we do something wrong?’, ‘does daddy not love us?’, ‘why daddy has to travel so much?’, ‘can’t he have another job?’...Things like that end me every single time, Jon. Even more because I know the father that you are, I know you love Atticus and Rosie more than your own life! It’s not fair to them but is also not fair to you” I whispered as tears roll down my cheeks. I look up to find Jon’s eyes filled with tears as well.

“Why did you never told me, doll? You should’ve told me that they were thinking that, that you had to explain to them over and over that I don’t leave them because I want to. That is not that I don’t love them but because I love them so much I want to give them everything I’ve never had as a child” Jon’s voice cracks and he begins to sob.

The vision is too much for me to handle it, so I pull him towards me and he hides his face on the crook of my neck.

“I don’t want them to go through what I did Y/N” His muffled voice comes out in hiccups

“I know baby, I know” I caress his hair and all I can do is cry with him

“I’m sorry” He whispered now calmer

I cup his cheeks on my hands “I don’t want you to apologize Jon, I just want you to try to understand that is not that I don’t love you or don’t love our family is just that sometimes it saddens me to hear those things from two kids and I wouldn’t like to hear it from a third one as well” I caress his beard

“I know but, it’s just that, I’ve always wanted this! The wife, the home sweet home, the kids..” His voice fainting on that last word “And when we met I knew that I wanted all of that with you, so I got kinda upset when you said that you didn’t wanted more kids because in my head that was some sort of sign that you regretted” He whispered

“Regretted what Jon?” I ask soothingly

“Us...leaving your family for me, moved in to that shitty one bedroom apartment, running with me to the emergency room because I overdosed on speed, eating tuna sandwiches for a year because you couldn’t find a job and the money I made at CZW was pathetic...getting married, helping me go through abstinence when we found out you were pregnant with Atticus, having the kids, still being married to me after all the shit I’ve put you through” He looks into my eyes “I regret everything I’ve said to you earlier, I was always the selfish one not you! It’s time for me to man up and take responsibilities for my words and actions. It’s time for me to be an actual husband to you and for once let you lean on me and not the other way around” He pressed his forehead to mine “Please Y/N...please kitten, let me make it up to you for all these years. Let me show you how much you really mean to me. How important you are to me, the difference you make in my life! I love you, cherry, please let me fix it..just give me one last chance, I beg you! I promise you I’ll never talk about having another baby ever again, but please” He whispered against my lips

“Jon” I pleaded

“Please, don’t do this to me. I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me...I-I wouldn’t...I couldn’t live without you. I can’t take it, kitten. I just can’t” He’s sobbing again while begging me to forgive him

I pull him towards my chest as I lay us down on the couch. His head is resting on my breasts as he silently cries, murmuring apologies and pleads. I’m caressing his hair and upper back, whispering to him that ‘we will work it out’. Once he’s calmer I ask him to look at me and he obliged

“Promise me Jon, promise me that we will never go down that disrespectful and spiteful path again”

“I promise you! I-I promise you kitten, on my mother’s life” Hope slowly returning to those beautiful blue orbs

“Promise me that whenever one of us feels like is loosing control we will ask for a time out and there’ll be no pressure from the other person to work it out at that moment”

“I promise” He pecks my lips repeatedly “I promise, I promise, I promise”

I can’t help a light chuckle that escaped my lips “Ok Jon, I see you agreed”

“Whatever you say kitten, whatever you want, I’ll do it!” He continues to peck my lips “Tell me you love me, please Y/N, I just need to hear it”

“I love you Jonathan, always have and always will!” I smile fondly

He sighed in relief “I’ll never talk about babies ever again! I promise you that!” He’s eyes had the same sparkle of determination as Atticus’ and Rosie’s

“We can talk about it if you want, but in the future, once the kids are a little bit older, how does that sounds to you?” I offered

I’ve never seen Jon’s eyes acquire such a pure happiness glimpse so fast

“Really?” He asks

“Really. BUT it’s a future thing, not right now!”

“Ok, in the future” He eagerly kissed me

“But can we at least do some training for when the time comes?” He smirks

“I swear you‘re just like those punk ass teenagers! The pain in the ass ones” I laugh

“What? It’s just for practice you know, I don’t wanna mess it up when the time comes” He kisses my neck

“How could you mess it up? You’ve made two already” I softly moaned

“Still...I don’t wanna miss my shot” He says as he pushes my jeans down my legs

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*FOUR MONTHS LATER*

“Cherry? Where are you babe? And where are my little manics? This house is too quiet for my liking” Jon yells as he searched us through the house.

*Finding me in 3, 2, 1* I thought

“Hey kitten, where’s my welcome home crew?” He opened the door to our bedroom “Why are you on the bed? Are you feeling alright? Did something happened?” He runs towards the bed, sitting down by my side

“The kids are at Nancy’s because I need to talk to you”

“Uh Oh, those are the six words nobody wants to hear it. Did I do something wrong?” He asks, slightly scared

“Yes you did, Jonathan” I try to hide my amusement

“What did I do?” He faintly asked

“You impregnated me, you fucker!” I laugh as I throw the pregnancy test at his chest

“Impregnated? What do you-“ He looks down to his lap, to the pregnancy test “Holy shit!” He laughs “You’re pregnant?” Jon looks at me for confirmation and I just nod

“YES!!!! MY KITTEN IS PREGNANT!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT” Jon screams in excitement

“How far long are you?”

“15 weeks, according to the doctor”

“That’s the best news I’ve ever had since Rosie!” He smiles widely as his hand caresses my belly “Hello there baby, daddy loves you so much!” He whispered to my bellybutton “I can’t wait to meet you! Come out now, so you can meet mommy and your siblings Rosie and Atticus” He nuzzles his nose on my belly

“You know there’s still like, 7 more months until you meet her right?” I chuckled

“Her?” His head shot up

“Yep, apparently she wanted to make her debut already letting us know that she is a girl!”

“Another little princess. I’m cursed to be surrounded by beautiful and strong women” He jokes

“Yeah you are” I laugh as I let my fingers comb through his hair

“Do you think I should give her one of my Mox t-shirts so she can wear it?” He sincerely asks

“Now?” I laugh

“Yeah! I need more beautiful girls in team Moxley” He teases

“You’re the worst!” I giggled

As he engaged a very serious conversation with his future princess about the ‘no other prince but daddy’ rule.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.3 Mukami Kou [Track 4]

Original title: 変わらないもの

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 3 Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Rejet really pulled up with the emotional monologue in this one. Even though almost all of the characters have some sort of tragic past/childhood, I personally believe that Kou had it the roughest out of everyone. Not only did he have to go through a lot of shit, but he really did have nobody to rely on at all. Not even the faintest spark of hope. So in that sense, it truly is amazing how he came this far and even found love ultimately.

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Track 4: Things Which Never Change

*Rustle*

“...Nn...Ah! My room...? I moved places again...How?”

He turns his head.

“...! No wonder it felt chilly in here...The window’s left open.”

Kou gets out of bed to step towards the window.

“There’s still a double moon...Not only that, it doesn’t seem like the night is coming to a close despite all the time that has passed. I can’t wait to see the blue skies...If only all of this were just a dream.”

*Rattle*

“Hah...Why did things turn out like this!? ...I didn’t think being forgotten would leave such a strong impact on me. I wonder how you can retrieve one’s memories? What if they... never return at all? Will she continue to reject me forever? ...!! If we have to stay together under such circumstances, it’ll only bring pain and sadness! In that case, maybe I should just...give up instead?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Knock knock*

“...!! Who is it...? Ruki-kun...?”

You enter the room.

“M-neko-chan...? Why are you here...?”

You explain.

“Eh? Were you looking for me, perhaps? But why!? You were terrified of me...”

You point towards his hand.

“My wound on my hand? You were still worried about that?”

You offer to treat his injuries.

“...No need to worry. I told you earlier as well, but I’m a Vampire so my injuries heal quickly. ...Besides, my body’s already covered in scars as is.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Right...You don’t remember, do you? None of it...Well, it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter to you right now, after all~!”

You frown.

“It’s fine, really! I already gave up anyway. You won’t remember no matter what I do, right? If I continue to struggle in vain, it’ll only bring me more pain. You no longer love me. In that case, there’s no reason for us to stay together, is there?”

You simply stand there looking at Kou.

“...Listen, I’m basically giving you permission to run. So why won’t you move?”

You seem worried about him.

“Nah, it’s fine. I no longer care. So come on, hurry.”

You shake your head.

“...!! ...Why!? First you continuously deny me, and now you’re suddenly claiming you can’t leave me be like this!? Are you pitying me, perhaps? ...If not that, then what!?”

You note he seems sad.

“...!! ...But why? How can you...look through my facade and tell I’m sad...even though you don’t have your memories? Even though I already decided I would give up...”

Kou suddenly gets up from the bed.

*Rustle*

“Haah...”

You approach him.

“What are you doing? If you get this close to me, you’ll have your blood sucked again. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

You give him permission.

“...’It’s fine’? ...So why are you suddenly trying to understand me now?”

You mention that the two of you were lovers.

“Exactly. We were lovers. ...Although you seem to have forgotten all about that.”

You ask if that makes him sad.

“Well, of course. Anyone would be sad if their beloved one forgot them, no? ...However, right now, I’m nothing but a stranger to you. So why would you care about my feelings?”

You explain.

“...!! M-neko-chan...Ah...Haha~ You’re such a Saint. You don’t want to see me sad? I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t want to retrieve their own memories for the sake of someone else. ...But it no longer matters. Even if you don’t remember.”

You tell him you might remember.

“I told you earlier, didn’t I? I’ve given up. There’s no way to guarantee they’ll ever come back after all. ...Besides, this might be a chance to discover a new love for you! In the end, I’m nothing but a Vampire with a horrible descent. Don’t you think you could become much happier if you were to date this really nice guy instead?”

You shake your head.

“Why!? You were terrified earlier after I did all those horrible things to you, no?”

You note that Kou seems sad.

“...Excuse me? How can you tell I’m not a bad guy even though you’re suffering from amnesia...!? You don’t know anything about me! ...I don’t need your comfort, okay?”

You ask him to tell about his upbringing.

“I see. If you insist, I’ll tell you. About how I’ve lived my life up till now. ...You see, I may be a Vampire right now, but I was originally born a human. I don’t any parents, and for as far as I can remember, I was living in a manhole. ...Exactly, it was dirty and stinky, a true hellhole. Obviously, I didn’t have the money to buy any food, so I had to avoid starvation by raiding the trash.

Even if I would get my hands on something nice like a loaf of bread or some money, rather than food, I’d much rather exchange it for something which would make me feel satisfied emotionally. Heh. I lived like that my whole life, so I figured I would continue to do so until my death. However, one day I was found by a couple of soldiers and brought to an orpahange.

Now, this orphanage was quite the experience as well. Honestly, the manhole might have been preferable. I was soon sold as a pretty-faced orphan and received money from aristocrats and politicians. My looks were miles above anyone else’s, so they all loved me! I was toyed with day after day...I even thought of making myself ugly by destroying one of my eyes in a desperate attempt to escape the situation but...It was no use. I never lived a good life, so I guess that part was doomed to stay the same even if I changed environments.

But...I did meet Ruki-kun and the others at the orphanage shortly after. One thing led to another and ultimately I became the person I am today. You understand now, don’t you? What kind of guy I am. I didn’t enjoy a nice upbringing, so I can’t promise I’ll treat you well. ーー And above all, I’m a Vampire. ...If you do remember me, it’ll be a bunch of bad things so you...might just end up ultimately regretting it, don’t you think?”

You sob softly.

“Hm? Wai...Don’t tell me...Hey, lift your face...!”

You slowly look up at him.

“...It’s the same reaction as back then. Even without your memories...You’d still shed tears for me, huh? Those tears...aren’t out of pity, are they?”

You confirm his suspicions.

“...I knew it!”

You clutch onto his sleeve.

*Rustle*

“...What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

You ask why he doesn’t cry.

“Eh? I won’t cry! It’s not like tears would suddenly come out now...I’m fine as long as you cry in my place instead...”

You continue to sob.

“Hehe~ Your eyes are getting red. If you cry too much, they’ll become swollen and you’ll be quite the sight, you know?”

*Rustle*

“I don’t dislike seeing you in tears but...Right now, I’m not a huge fan of it.”

You note that he is crying as well.

“Eh? ...Tears?”

Kou touches his own cheek.

*Rustle*

“Ah...! You’re right. I’m...crying...? ...Ah! Seems like I can’t help but shed tears when I’m with you...I didn’t exactly want to cry or anything...But...I get it now...”

He embraces you.

*Rustle*

“That even without your memories...You are the same person I fell for, aren’t you? ...A miss goody-two-shoes willing to cry for others but...so very kind...”

*Sniffle*

“Mm...! I’ve made up my mind! I’ll stop trying to force your memories to come back!”

You seem surprised.

“It’s fine, even if you don’t ever recall. I still love you regardless after all. ...So let’s just start over again from zero? Together. ...Okay?”

You nod.

“...Mmh~ I look forward to spending more time together, M-neko-chan. (1) ...Say, can I kiss you?”

You give him permission.

“...Thank you.”

*Smooch*

“Mm...I love you.”

*TIMESKIP*

The two of you are walking outside.

“...The morning just won’t come.”

You wonder if he perhaps hates the night.

“No, I don’t particularly dislike the night. ...But I want to see the blue sky, you see.”

You ask Kou if he likes the blue sky.

“Mmh, exactly. I love the clear skies. You’d assume morning would dawn soon but the night just seems to continue on forever, don’t you think? So I find myself thinking I want to watch the blue sky with you...”

You agree.

“Eh? ...Ah, thank you. I’m happy to hear you feel the same way. ...Oh, that rose.”

*Rustle*

“Here, I’ll give this to you. Of course, I thought it would look good on you, so don’t be modest and just accept it~”

You thank him.

“Hehe~ You’re welcome~ Hehe...I finally succeeded at making you smile~! ...Say...I’m sorry for doing all those horrible things to you. ...Being forgotten by the person I love the most in this world just made me so sad, I couldn’t believe it...Ah! But I’ll no longer force you to remember so...Let’s start making memories again together once more.”

You nod.

“...Hehe, thank you~”

*Rustle*

“I love you...Very much so, M-neko-chan...Hey? I won’t hurt so...Let me suck your blood?”

You give him permission.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Ah...It’s so sweet and hot...Give me more...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hehe~ Look at you wriggling around...Does it feel good? In that case, I’ll suck you lots, okay? Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Heh~ ...This side’s up next. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...Even though you made such a fuss earlier, you’ll no longer fight it already?”

You blush bright red.

“Hm? ...What’s wrong? ...Say, why are you going quiet now? Tell me. ...Do you dislike having your blood sucked by me?”

You shake your head.

“Then how do you feel? Say it.”

You grow even more flustered.

“Fufu~ No need to get embarrassed. I’m the only one here after all. ...All you need to say is that it feels ‘good’. Piece of cake, no? ...Come on, say it.”

You whisper.

“Hm~? What was that? You have to speak louder or I can’t hear you.”

You repeat your words, louder this time.

“Hehe~ Good job. As a reward...I’ll make you feel even better. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Ah. ...I want some from this slender arm as well...You don’t mind, do you?”

Kou bites your arm next.

*Sluuuurp*

“ーー Ah. Haah...I’ve gotten dizzy for some reason...But I still haven’t had enough. You feel the same way, don’t you? It’s written all over your face after all. That you want more of my fangs. That expression is incredibly cute. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“I’ll bite you as many times as you wish, so just entrust everything to me, okay?”

*BZZZZZT*

“Uu...Kuh...Right now...Again...!?”

You become worried.

“Don’t worry...It’s no big deal...Ugh...Then...Let me hold your hand at least...I feel like that’s all I need to push through...”

You grab hold if his hand.

“...Thank you.”

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) これからもよろしく or ‘kore kara mo yoroshiku’ is one of those very common Japanese phrases which I always struggle with when I have to translate them to English. In a work-related context, it usually means something like ‘I look forward to continue working with you’ or ‘Thank you for the continued support’. In this case, I think it conveys Kou’s desire to continue spending more time with her as they once again fall in love.

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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little family - t.seguin

a/n: the inspo for this was me having a very bad week at work haha

Nearly two month old Laila was finally started to calm down as she laid on your chest, Chase, your two your old was grumpily playing with his toys, claiming he wasn’t speaking to you because you were “mean” to him. His version of mean was you putting him in time out for coloring on the wall. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh as Chase stood walking over to you, “mommy?” He spoke sweetly, you hummed in response, carefully sitting up, trying not to wake Laila. “Snack?” He asked, giving you those big eyes, he looked so much like Tyler in that moment, brown eyes staring at you with happiness swimming in them. You let out a soft chuckle, “yeah, honey, you can have a snack.” You mumbled, carefully standing up, cradling his sister to your chest. She stirred, soon beginning to wail as you rushed to give your son his snack, settling for some goldfish crackers as it wasn’t too long until Tyler would be home and you’d be making dinner. “No!” Chase shouted, you looked down at him with raised eyebrows as you started rocking Laila. “No!” He shouted again, throwing the open packet on the ground, “Chase, pick those up right now.” You demanded, glancing at Laila who was turning red and you knew she was about to spit up. Right as you went to move her, she spit up all over the floor, it landing by Chase who started crying at the sudden appearance of it. He went to run off because he knew he was in trouble for throwing his food but his foot caught the spit up and he slipped, landing on his butt with a thud and the screams doubled.

At the sudden screaming the dogs came running over, finally choosing to check if everything was ok. “Marshall!” You gasped when he started licking up the food, “no, no, Gerry!” You snapped, visually gagging when he liked up Laila’s spit up. You scooped Chase up, grimacing as his foot covered in spit up wiped all over your shirt, Laila was still whining, desperately searching for her pacifier. “Chase, you’re fine bud.” You hated that you had to pick which child to comfort, but he was not really crying from the fall, more for attention. You set him down, watching as he wrapped himself around your leg, clinging to you, repeatedly shouting mommy, only breaking your heart further as you lugged him along on your leg, gasping in relief when you found the pacifier, popping it in Laila’s mouth. She finally calmed down, still squirming but the crying had stopped, Chase was still dramatically sobbing, your head shot over to the door when you heard it opening. “Oh thank god.” You whispered, barely hearing yourself over the crying boy. “Look, daddy’s home!” You cheered down to your son, “no, mommy!” He shrieked like you had just told him he was getting a punishment. Tyler raised his eyebrows at the sight in front of him, “hey, buddy.” He kneeled, holding his arms out for his son, who only gripped you tighter. “Tyler, can you just take her please?” You mumbled, giving him a silently begging look. “Yeah.” He sighed, pushing away the heartache of his son not even wanting to say hello, but he knew it wasn’t personal, after all Chase was in the middle of a temper tantrum. “Hi, my little-oh god, stinky princess.” Tyler mumbled taking Laila, grimacing as you both suddenly smelt her soiled diaper. You smirked, “she’s just saying how much she loves you.” You gave him a quick peck before squatting down to your sons eye level as Tyler whisked off with Laila, cooing to her about how much he missed her today.

“Look at me.” You demanded softly, placing a hand on your sons back, he looked up at you with a huge pout and tear stained face, you reached out and cupped his chubby little cheeks. You pushed your insecurities aside from letting him cry for so long, it was part of having two little kids, but it didn’t make you hurt any less. “We don’t throw food, and we don’t color on walls.” You spoke soft, but stern, he nodded still in your hold. “Are you sorry?” You asked, removing your hands, he nearly knocked you over, “I sorry.” He mumbled hugging you tightly. You smiled at his actions, kissing the top of his curly mop of hair. “You know, I think it would make daddy very happy if you went over there and gave him an even bigger hug and a kiss. He missed you today.” You spoke sweetly, Chase looked up at you with a grin, running off towards where Tyler was with Laila, Tyler was on his way back, Laila only covered in a diaper. “That was a huge blowout.” He laughed, letting out an over dramatic groan when Chase ran into his legs, you took Laila back from him, watching with a quivering lip as Chase was lifted happily up into Tyler’s arms. You watched your son wrap his arms around Tyler’s neck tightly, hugging him before leaning back and giving him a cute little kiss. Tyler enjoyed every second, it was no secret Chase was a mommas boy. “Did you have a good day?” He asked his son, but glanced over to you, doing a double take when he saw the tears pooling in your eyes. He went to speak but you shook your head, “I’m gonna go get her some clothes.” You whispered, walking past him before Chase could see you begin to cry.

You slipped Laila into a simple onesie, constantly wiping your tears as you admired the little girl before you, you loved your kids, with every ounce of your body, and always would. You’d do anything for them, and everything for them, and with that being said, you did, and you were tired. So damn tired, and you didn’t blame Tyler at all, because when he was home he was just as hands on as you were, he was never one of those dads you had to ask twice to do something, he just did it. It was hard still, most days were good, but Laila was an easy crier, so different from how Chase was as a baby, and today was a bad day, you’d been up since before Tyler had even left, Chase coming in to your room not feeling good, Laila waking early and eating in clusters all day, Chase being on his worse behavior. It just got to you today, and it made you feel worse that it got to you. It shouldn’t, you’re their mother, you shouldn’t feel so burdened, you wanted them, you prayed for them your whole life and they were here and they were perfect. A knock on the door made your head shoot up, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, Laila laying beside you, peacefully looking around. You saw Tyler standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he looked at you softly well Chase ran over to you, he had a note in his hand and skillfully climbed into your lap, he put the note down and gave you his pouty lips, not the sad ones but the ones he made when he wanted a kiss, you smiled tearfully and gave him a kiss, your heart bursting with love as he wiped the tears off your cheeks before running back over to Tyler silently. He gave you a smile as he usher Chase out, shuttling the door as they left. You opened the note, sniffling as you read Tyler’s slightly sloppy handwriting,

“don’t come downstairs until we get you!”

You rolled your eyes, not hesitating to oblige, you placed the note into the drawer of your nightstand, carefully moving to lay beside your sweet little girl. “Hi.” You whispered, grabbing her little fist when she looked at you, gurgling softly, “we’re really lucky you know, you’re daddy’s great, and your brother is gonna protect you so much when you’re bigger.” You laughed softly to yourself as you thought about the future, “don’t worry, I’ll make sure they let the good guys get to you.” You teased softly, smiling as your emotions leveled out a little, sometimes you just need a good cry. You grinned down at her blank expression, lightly tickling her stomach, her lips cracked up a little and you gasped, stopping your movements, did she just smile? You did it again, and she smiled, a real toothless smile and you cheered jumping to your feet. You wanted Tyler to see it, but you didn’t want to ruin whatever little plan he had Chase all excited about, so you pulled out your phone and FaceTimed him, he answered, holding the phone extremely close to his face, not letting you see anything. “Yes?” He sang, “she’s smiling!” You shrieked, pointing the camera to her, you did your earlier actions, her face lighting up again. “Oh my god!” He grinned, his eyes lighting up, “that’s my baby girl!” He cheered, speaking to her through the phone, she continued smiling, and you knew instantly, she would be a smiley baby now. “When can I come down?” You asked with a laugh, turning the phone back towards you, he quirked a brow. “Let me confirm with my assistant.” He joked, pausing the video you laughed, scooping Laila up as you heard two sets of footsteps running up the stairs. Really it was more of Tyler’s and Chase lightly padding before him, you hung up the phone, slipping it back into your pocket.

The bedroom door opened and your two boys smiled at you, “mommy!” Chase ran over to you, Tyler follows slowly behind him, holding his hands out for Laila, he took her but not before pressing a short but sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispered, laughing when Chase started pulling your hand, “I love you.” You repeated to him before allowing your son to pull you along. “What did you two do?” You teased, Chase kept his eyes focused on the stairs, something he was getting better at walking down. “Patience.” Tyler scolded, walking right behind you. He laughed under his breath when you glared jokingly at him. “Oh my goodness,” you gasped, looking down at Chase who was looking at the living room proudly, they cleaned up the toys, and laid out pillows and blankets all over the floor, against the couch. Of course, yours and Chase’s favorite Disney movie was set up on the screen, Moana. You lifted your son up into your arms, he giggled as you smothered him in kisses. “Mommy, stop!” He shrieked, pushing at your face, his face turning bright red from laughter. “Alright, alright, I have to cook dinner.” You mumbled, stopping long enough for Chase to catch his breath. “Oh no you don’t, we’re having a junk night.” Tyler laughed, wrapping his free arm around you, “I ordered Chinese.” He mumbled, you sighed in relief. “Thank god.” You whispered leaning into his hold slightly. “Aw, honey.” You cooed to Laila, it was time for her to eat and she was letting you know as she went from peaceful to wailing in about half a second. You lowered Chase down and he happily cuddled himself up into the pile of blankets looking at you and Tyler cheesily. “By the time she’s done dinner will be here.” Tyler sighed, handing her over, “thank you.” You responded, he shook his head, looking over when the doorbell rang and the dogs hopped up. “Don’t thank me.” He laughed, pushing you off to the living room as he went to get the food, you sat in the chair, propping her and your arm up on a pillow as Chase paid no mind to you feeding her, he was used to it, never even asked any questions about it, which surely surprised you and Tyler.

Dinner has since come and gone, the credits to Moana playing on the screen as Chase slept on the floor in front of you, Laila was sleeping on Tyler’s chest, you had your head on the part of his chest she wasn’t taking up. “Y/N?” Tyler whispered, fingers running up your arm as spoke, “yeah?” You lifted your head, hearing the concern in his voice. “Are you okay? Really? I know it’s hard, baby, and I wish I was here more.” He spoke softly, you smiled softly, he was searching your eyes for anything, he needed an answer, he needed to know what he could do to help you. “Ty,” you mumbled, placing a hand on his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hand. “It was just one bad day, you know I’d tell you if it was anything more.” You assured him, he was so attentive, he never wanted to make you feel like you had to do it all, you were equal partners in this life. “You’re a great mom, you know that?” He questioned, looking at you expectantly. “I know, and you’re a great dad, now can we please get them to bed, I just need to shower and sleep.” You teased softly, carefully standing to your feet, he laughed but agreed, following your actions, somehow you picked Chase up, carrying him up to his room, placing a kiss to his forehead once you set him down. “Goodnight sweet boy.” You whispered, tucking his blanket up over him, quietly shutting the door and walking down the hall to where Tyler was in your room, placing Laila down in her bassinet. “Come here.” You mumbled, standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to you, smiling down at your childlike expression. “I,” you paused, kissing him, “love,” another one, “you.” One long kiss, and he pulled away a little surprised, but grinning like someone just told him it was Christmas. “I love you too, so much.” He sighed, kissing your forehead softly, “hopefully they’re better tomorrow, but how about that shower?” He teased, hands sliding lower down your back. “No funny business, we don’t need another one yet.” You chastised, he put his hands up in surrender, but smirking when you walked away with a little extra sway in your hips. “Hurry up before I change my mind!” “What? No-I’m coming.” He tripped over his pants as he kicked them off following you, he laughed along with you when you were stood in the bathroom watching him with a grin. When he stepped into the shower with you, truly being nothing but sweet, showering you with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings, you knew that you would go through a hundred bad days if it meant you still had a great night like this with your little family.

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#imagine #imagines #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin fluff #nhl dallas stars #nhl wiriting #dallas stars imagine

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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Can you show us more of Lucille? Maybe her human boyfriend cheats on her and that affects her and...Luci gets so ANGRY alll ahhhhhhhhh!! And plans to break the human who DARED break his little girl's heart?

Anon, you want this overprotective father to wreck that pathetic excuse of a human?? I'm up for it, and I'm glad that you like Lucille to be asking for more of her, of course anon-san!

Warning: Lots of cussing(So unexpected of our prideful demon) and lots of out-of scene torture and screaming--)

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Never Mess with the Daughter of Pride

Lucille looked so hyper that morning as she would be going out on her first date(after a lot of begging to her father and lots of compromises to do for that to be allowed) with her human boyfriend who just happened to hit on her quickly, or so she thought.

"You seem so over exited today, Lucille." Lucifer took notice of that at the dining table when they were eating, the young demoness was having such a good mood and had even accepted eating the plate that was her least favorite, that was how happy she felt.

"Of course I am, Dad! My boyfriend and I will go on a date and I couldn't be happier!" After his daughter said that, Lucifer frowned almost immediately slightly. He hadn't accepted that human yet, he could sense nothing good from that boy. But he couldn't really say a thing, that would be judging and he didn't want to upset Lucille with it.

"Don't come home late." That was the normal rule. Come home before 10, an hour later means a big lecture and some punishment of chores. The demoness knew that and she followed the rules to the letter.

"Of course, Dad. I won't." She responded in that poilte tone of voice that her father liked and was always demanding.

"Good girl, that is my good girl." Lucifer ruffled her hair and then continued with his breakfast.

After that Lucille walked over to her uncle, Asmodeus.

"Uncle Asmo! Can you get me all pretty today for my date?" She asked him with a very expectant look.

"Ah, why, of course, niece!" Asmo replied to her and pet that hair of hers that was definitely a favorite part to all of the brothers. "You're already pretty, but if you want me to put you even prettier, I can!"

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"Ah, there! You're ready, my dear!" Asmo said with joy, showing how nice he turned her to look, he handed her a mirror and the girl looked on.

"Amazing, Uncle Asmo, amazing!" Lucille looked even happier than she was looking today, she was ready to go. It was six, the time where the two had scheduled their first date.

"Bye, Uncle Asmo, by other uncles, goodbye, Dad!" After giving everyone a hug, Lucille darted quickly outside the house, while Lucifer looked on and sighed.

"Don't mind me, brothers. But I feel a bad feeling out of this..." He mumbled to everyone in the room.

"Fearing that runt will hurt my niece are ya? Don't worry, because I would wreck him so badly that he would not stand up again!!" Mammon said with trust, Lucille was his niece and therefore, he loved her and wouldn't accept her hurt in anyway.

"Count me on that, too!" Levi piped up. "No one shall hurt my niece and get away with it!" he really wouldn't let that happen, and the rest of the brothers agreed with it.

Lucifer allowed himself to relax and inhaled a sigh.

"Thank you, brothers..."

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Lucille walked all the way to the place where she would meet with her boyfriend. When she spotted him, she smiled and was planning to surprise him. She walked up very slowly behind the bench that he was and... she got a very nasty surprise.

Her supposed boyfriend, kissing... another demoness.

"(boyfriend's name)... what are you doing with that other demoness. You are my boyfriend!" Lucille was so upset, and her heart ached, she felt how it was breaking into a million pieces.

"You? Excuse me, but who are you exactly? I have never seen you in my life, I only love (demoness name), get away stranger. I would never fall for such a stinky bad-looking hag."

Lucille immediately ran away from there, all the way back to her home, she felt betrayed, horrible... it was all terrible! This had turned into disaster actually! She couldn't believe herself...! And to her dismay, it started storming, getting her all soaked.

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation...

"I should've told her to take an umbrella with her, she'd soak herself in rain!" Lucifer ever the overprotective father, said in exasperation.

"Uh, bro? Don't you think you're being a little exaggerated?" Levi made a comment and it only made Lucifer worry more.

"She could catch a cold and feel bad, I don't want her to get sick!" And he had a point. He grabbed an umbrella and marched over to the door and the moment he was about to open it, it was slammed opened and a hysterical Lucille jumped into his arms, as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest, gripping him as if there was no tomorrow.

"...?!" Lucifer groaned as he was taken off guard by his hysterical daughter's entrance, but his arms quickly wrapped around her and he looked at her in shock. Why was she crying?! Many thoughts spun around his mind, but he was still lost, he lightly shifted her so he could look at her.

"Lucille? Lucille, daughter, what happened?" He asked that in the most softest tone that he owned, knowing that he just couldn't speak to her in his neutral tone, not when she was crying endlessly. It panicked him, since Lucille hadn't cried this way, last time was when she was just starting to walk and she had fell over the stairs and hurt her face, she had never cried like this and it worried the already, concerned father.

"H-he... he... said... horrible hag... cheated on me... another demoness!" Lucille sobbed out heavily, shaking and having her make-up all spoiled and falling down with her tears. Lucifer felt the fury rising in his blood.

"HE SAID AND DID WHAT?!!!"

His strident screech made some glass explode after he had let it out. He held his baby girl in arms, possessively and cradled her. The nerve of that pathetic excuse for a human, oh, when he put his hands on that-!

"My daughter, my little Lulu, shhhh...." He knew first that he had to comfort his heartbroken daughter, before he went out and hunt down that scoundrel. He held her tightly against his body, and began rocking her just like how he did when she was merely a baby.

"I-I can't believe him, Daddy.... and on top of that said that he had never seen be before...!" Lucille was just so heartbroken that it looked she had returned back to calling him 'Daddy'. The more his daughter told him new information, the more he got enraged.

"Shhh, shhh. Hush now, I'll make sure to be the one that will make him suffer in the worst ways possible. You, don't need to waste your tears in such a scum as that hick." He said in a loving, fatherly tone as he continued rocking her and caressing her hair.

It took a lot of time, but Lucille's loud crying and sobs reduced to only gentle sniffling.

"Do you feel a tiny bit better?" At her nod, Lucifer breathed and his breath hitched. He was totally wrathful, and Satan was the Avatar of Wrath, but at that moment he felt increadibly wrathful.

His brothers had come slowly, they had heard the commotion and felt absolutely furious. The eldest looked at them and sighed.

"Could all of you please watch over Lucille? I need to do something else..." They all knew what he was up to, but didn't even bother to stop him.

"Count on us, brother." And after that he put his daughter down, putting his hands around her shoulders.

"Lulu, I'm leaving you with your uncles. You'll be in perfect hands, that scum of a human has business with me." He kissed her top of her head and began departing from his family and walked out, to hunt down that piece of excrement.

"Yes, (demoness name), my heart is just for you. And that stinky hag is nothing but a horrible troll-"

"Care to repeat what you said again, human?"

The human jumped and looked frightened to the terrifying looking Lucifer in his demon form.

"I-I..."

"Care to say that again? About how my daughter is a stinky hag and that you haven't seen in your life? Care to, human?" He had grabbed the human by his neck as he let out a choked screech.

"P-please sir, I can explain it....!" The boy begged for his life, tears forming in his eyes, but that didn't calm the fury inside Lucifer down, in fact the demon snarled in his face.

"With my daughter no one messes or makes her cry and gets away with it. I will make sure that you pay for this."

"It's okay, my niece. Your father is out there making that scoundrel's life a terror, he won't get away with it!" Mammon tried to cheer his still sniffling niece up.

"Your uncle is right, Lucifer will make that brat cry like a baby! You're his daughter and so, he's doomed! A stinky normie he is!" Levi followed suit, all of the brothers were around Lucille and having her in a tight, group hug on the ground.

"I bet he's already crying like a banshee!" Asmo laughed, just to make his distraught niece feel, at least a bit better.

And as if on cue a loud agonizing scream was heard and the brothers laughed for they knew what that meant; Lucifer was making the brat the worst torture that there was.

Lucille began to smile a little then, feeling slightly better. "Dad loves me so much... he went out to do that just for me."

"Of course he those, niece. As we all love you." They all exchanged a hug, as the screams continued being heard for hours and hours.

Bonus:

"Dad, may I ask what did you did to my ex?" Lucille asked her father when they were walking back home.

"Let's just say, that wax and human skin and hair are no friends at all." Lucifer said simply, with a sneer as he ruffled her hair.

Lucille inwardly winced a bit. "He was screaming like some animal!"

"What he gets for making my pride and joy cry. I made him cry in the worst way possible."

"Love ya, Daddy." She threw her arms around him, like a little girl and her father smiled softly, peppering her in hugs and temple kisses.

"As do I, Lulu. As do I."

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me #lucille

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multifandom-world8 · 4 years

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SECRET OBSESSION-CHAPTER 5

We had a few more days in London before we fly to San Diego for the comic con.

Henry texted me that he wants to take me to breakfast and that whenever I’m ready he’s waiting at the lobby.

I put on a wintry outfit since and it was a bit chilly outside and left my room.

“Good morning love” Henry smiled when he saw me “good morning” I smile and kiss his cheek.

He took me to a restaurant called

‘Victory garden cafe’, it was style like an old Greek place, vintage.

“Good morning and welcome Mr.cavill and Ms.heard follow me”

The hostess said as she gestured us to follow her causing me to frown

“I’m a regular here” Henry shrugged

and I chuckled.

After we both ordered our food we shared some experiences from past movies we filmed.

That is until my dog sitter called

“Oh I've gif to take that one in sorry” I quickly apologized to Henry Henry before I picked up

“Lea, is everything alright?” I asked her

“She has stomach aches y/n what do I do?” Lea asked me in a panicked tone

“Okay give her the special dog food and rub her belly until it passes, she’s joining me soon tell her that she’ll calm down” I instructed her “okay I’ll keep you updated on her condition” Lea said before she hung up.

“You have a dog?” Henry asked me

“Yes, a Siberian husky, her name is Isabel but I call her Izzy all the time” I smile as I show him a picture of me and her that’s also my Lock Screen.

“She’s so beautiful, almost as big as my dog” Henry chuckled

“Yeah Kal is HUGE” I chuckled too

“He’s coming to San Diego too, maybe they’ll keep each other company” henry suggested

“Sounds good but can your dog sitter handle both of them? Because I won’t have mine” I chuckled

“Yeah that’s no problem” Henry shrugged.

We both enjoyed an amazing breakfast before we went to have a little tour. Henry was here before so he took me to all of the beautiful and time-worthy places.

Back at the hotel, I thanked him for the amazing tour and we had dinner together too before going to sleep.

The next few days we spent by interviewing local news and signing autographs before we finally headed to San Diego for the comic con.

I was beyond excited to fly to San Diego, not only because it’s my first time there, but also because it’s my first comic con.

When we landed at the airport I saw Lea with Isabel, my dog,

And immediately ran to her, not caring than I just abandoned Henry with my suitcase.

“Oh I missed you so much” I hugged Isabel tight While she licked my face “did she behave?”

I asked lea

“She was amazing as usual. But she got a stomach ache again on the way here so I stopped giving her her sweets for a while” Lea said as she handed me Isabel’s bag

“Thank you so much, Lea, enjoy your vacation” I hugged her and when we broke she ran to her gate to catch her flight.

“She’s so cute” Henry said once he catches up to us

“Omg hen I’m so sorry I abandoned you with my stuff” I apologize

“It’s alright I would’ve done the same for Kal” Henry chuckled

“Well then you’d have to kiss your suitcase goodbye because not all of us have crazy muscles as you do”

Isabel licked my face again before she ran and started jumping on Henry, trying to get to his face

“Traitor” I muttered and Henry chuckled “she’s so cute” he said as let go of the suitcases and bent down to pet her.

Seeing Henry so sweet and caring with Isabel made my heart swell with happiness.

I no longer saw him as Henry that was had a dark side, but Henry the giant softy.

This time henry and I decided to share a room at the hotel with princess and Kal.

Kal was waiting for us at the lobby with Henry’s dog sitter and surprisingly, Isabel liked him immediately too.

The two just jumped around each other excitedly.

“They are so adorable!” Gal said as she joined Henry and I

“Just like their owners” Jason smirked

“Oh shush you” I blushed deeply.

Jason, gal and Henry kept talking about something while I noticed Ben glaring at me from the reception area.

“Hen I’ll be right back, keep an eye on her for me?” “Is everything okay?” He asked me “yeah yeah just need to talk to Ben for a second” I reassured him before I handed him Isabel’s leash.

“Okay, what’s with the glares? You’ve been giving me the stinky eye ever since we left London” I asked Ben

“Is everything a game to you?” He spat

“What are you talking about?” I frowned

“Did you use me to get a reaction from him? Huh? I thought you said he was mean to you and had a thing with amy” Ben growled

“Woah take a chill pill man. I was not using you, we went out for a drink, I thought it was a friendly hangout. And he wasn’t mean on purpose amy was blackmailing him” I explained even though I didn’t think I had to justify my actions to him.

“You’re lying. Amy may be crazy but she would never do such a thing” Ben scoffed

“she’s a class a psycho ben, You know what if you don’t believe me ask Henry I’m fed up with all of these accusations” I told him angrily before I stormed off back to henry.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Henry asked me once he noticed my angry expression

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it” I said as I felt tears threatening to fall.

I took my room key and went up to the room with Isabel and hugged her as I cried.

I guess I cried so hard because I didn’t hear Henry walk in until I felt Kal licking my cheek.

“Y/n please tell me what’s wrong”

Henry said as he sat next to me on the floor

“I’m so fed up with all the criticism” I sobbed

“What did Ben tell you?” Henry asked, a hit of anger in his tone

“He thought I was using him to provoke you, that I’m a liar” I whimpered.

Henry pulled me into a hug and brushed my hair with hands softly

“I’ll talk to him later, you’re amazing y/n, you saved me from Amy, I don’t know what I would do without you” he muttered and I felt myself smiling as I lean into him more.

“Thank you hen, I needed it”

“No problem love” he kissed my head.

We stayed like this a little more until it was time to get ready for an interview we had with all of the cast(except for Amy thank goodness).

I was seated between Henry and Jason, making me feel like a complete short ass next to these two giants.

“Guys welcome! So nice to see you all together. Are you feeling like a proper family?” Jamie, the interviewer asked us

“It’s like a family reunion every time you know” Ray chuckled

“So, like if you were a family, who’s got the worst habit?” Jamie asked

“I think Ezra” I said “I chew my nails a lot, and it’s apparently bad for your nails in a long term, is it really bad or is y/n just messing with me again?” Ezra asked

“I don’t think” Gal shook her head

“Jason has a habit of taking our clothes off all the time” Ben said and Jason raised his hand proudly while saying guilty making us all laugh

“Henry in this film has a habit of being dead so you’re gonna see him” ray shrugged “yeah I’m the dead uncle” “that’s right ” ray chuckled

“It’s nice to see the ghostly figure. Spotting some nice facial fluff” Jamie said, referring to Henry’s mustache

“He had it before” I said “really?”

“Yeah” Henry chuckled

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something and it’s beardy Batman” Jamie said as he looked at Ben

“Beardy Batman, yes. At the beginning of the movie you get to see bearded Batman which we haven’t done on screen before and uh I thought it was kind of cool and just so you know they added in the white streaks in the beard, those were not present before” Ben explained

“Well obviously with all of you in together you get to see your very cool costumes, was there any costume envy?” Jamie asked

“I was jealous of Gal’s costume because Unlike mine hers is not tight” I said causing her to laugh

“I could barely breath in it”

“Yeah I was kind of envious of ray because he didn’t have a costume” Ben said “I had an onesie, I was calm cool and collected. I did have a muscle suit that I wore sometimes with like the hoodie and sweatpants and I got the feel of what it's like to be them on a certain level. But I envy their costume because they actually exist you know?” Ray smiled

“What’s the costume like at the end of the day?” Jamie asked

“Sweaty” Ben and I said at the same time

“Smells like a foot” Ezra added

“Yeah even mine” ray chuckled

“Costume people on this movie earned their money” Ben said

“Re you guys ready for the world of the dc family? A few of us have done a few of these films now. They’re absolutely obsessed aren’t they?” Jamie asked

“Passionate for sure, I wouldn’t say obsessive but we all are we love our characters” I said and everyone nodded in agreement

“You’re doing these movies knowing there’s going to be expectations from the fans, they’re going to pay a lot of attention to the details and everything that comes out to the internet,even the minor nonsense turns into a big story” Ben explained

“Gal you tweeted yesterday and already have 46,000 likes “ Jamie said

“How much?” She gasped with a smile

“46,000 likes” Jamie said again

“look at her- how many likes?” I asked as I intimated Gal’s voice

Causing everyone to laugh

“I think that the fact that people care so much about these characters is pretty amazing because I think that there is this amazing device of universe that we can tell stories with and so many people are interested in hearing what we have to say. It’s an amazing thing and it’s not to be taken for granted and this is the reason why we keep on making these movies...because people care so much” Gal told Jamie

“Okay thank you guys so much for coming, it was fun” Jamie said and the interview was over.

Henry and I returned to the hotel to have dinner together before we headed to bed.

“You were quiet today during the interview” I told Henry “well most of the questions were not directed to me so but I did talk” Henry shrugged

“It was fun to be with all of the crew” I smiled

“I’m glad you had fun love, now rest up, we had a long day” Henry kissed my head before he turned off the light and we fell asleep.

A/n-I’m opening a tag list for my stories, comment if you’re interested to be in it!💕

#ben affleck #ezra miller #gal gadot #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fics #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #jason momoa #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #Spotify

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gingerale2017 · 3 years

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Secrets

This is my first time writing only on Tumblr and writing Miraculous Ladybug but the idea came to me and I needed to write it quickly before it leaves so let me know what you think of it (the events from s4 didn’t happen for those who watched it)

Chat Noir/ Adrien and Marinette have been dating for two years. He told his identity to her but Marinette didn’t tell him. Now, she’s about to leave for Ney York and on the brink of stopping Hawkmoth, she decided to tell him the truth...

Marinette played with the umbrella flaps, something she always did when she thought about him. She still had the black umbrella he gave her from freshman year, and now it was senior year.

She had it when she was obsessed with that boy for months and would always smell it because she was a bit weird. She had it when Luka and her started to date. She had when she accidentally eavesdropped on Kagami progressing her love to him... And him feeling the same way back. She had it when she broke up with Luka and went into a depressive state. She had it when Chat Noir started to visit her balcony. She had it when he asked her out on a date in the middle of class. She had it when Chat Noir revealed his identity to her, turning out to be him, the boy she loved since he handed the umbrella to her.

Marinette remembered all of these things as she waited for Chat Noir to show up at her balcony. Or should she say, Adrien Agreste AKA: him. It's been two years since Adrien confided in Marinette with his identity, proclaiming that he couldn’t bear to keep it a secret from the woman he loved for a moment longer. She soon realized that neither could she.

The umbrella snapped open, startling her and she fell on the hard wooden floors. Marinette cursed herself for always being so clumsy.

“Marinette, Chat Noir is almost here, ” Pollen said, always invested in her love life. She flew out her balcony window once more to keep watch.

Tikki flew up to Marinette’s face, “I feel like you’re hiding something, ” the kwami concluded after starting her down.

“You’re right Tikki, today is the day. I’m going to tell Adrien my identity, ” she stood up and began to pick up things in her messy room.

Marinette knew Tikki was going to argue and prepared herself for a lecture, but Pollen saved her patience, “He’s here, Marinette! Everyone, inside the terrible living space.”

“You mean our home, ” said Wayzz.

“It's so crowded and dark in there, not a place for a queen to live.”

“Marinette, this isn’t a good idea. We let Chat Noir slide because he thought he was talking to Marinette, not Ladybug, and Ladybug found out, then that would be a liability to her identity. Your identity, ” Tikki argued before going inside the oval-shaped guardian box, “please reconsider.”

“I’m sorry Tikki, but I already made my decision. I don’t want to lie and love him at the same time, I want him to know the truth.”

“But what if he gets mad?”

“Then I will have to live with that. I-I just can’t live this anymore, ” Marinette took the kwami into her small hands, “Even if I fail, I know you will still be there for me.”

A knock came from the balcony door and she let go of Tikki, “good luck Marinette.”

Marinette blew a kiss and opened the door.

“Hey, purr-incess. You called?” Chat Noir said flirtatiously. She always thought when he flirted with her as Ladybug, her heart thumped of the adrenaline. But she realized that she was blinded by her love for Adrien and that she was slowly falling in love with the black cat. Well, at least they were the same person.

“Hey, kitty. I have to tell you something important. It will change everything between us, good or bad I don’t know. But something will change, ” Marinette stroked his chin with her knuckles and tried to hide how panicked she was.

“Could it be told through cuddles and warm croissants? If so, then I’m down, ” Chat Noir pecked her cheek and pushed her lightly, signifying that he wanted to come inside. She moved and sat on her bed.

Chat Noir threw an arm around her and kissed her cheek again, but not as rushed. But when he sat, she swore she saw him shiver.

“Are you cold? I could get a blanket-” she started but he pressed and finger to her lips.

“I’d rather have you warm me up. Besides, Plagg could use a break. Then I would be even colder, and have to snuggle into your warmth.”

“That’s your master plan. You could just ask.”

“Yeah, but what's the fun in that. Plagg, claws in, ” the kwami spun out of the destruction ring and landed in Marinettes lap.

“Hey, Mari. Got any cheese?” the stinky kwami asked.

“Check the kitchen downstairs.”

“Thanks! ” Plagg left Marinette and Adrien alone. She knew that this was her chance to tell him her secret.

“Hey, what's wrong, babe?” he asked, tilting his head. She looked into his green eyes, hoping she could find courage and comfort in there like she always had. But this time, it had to be her giving herself courage.

Marinette gulped painfully, squeezing her eyes shut. Adrian had always been there for her, even through her dark days after Luka. She was there for him when Kagami moved to Japan with her mother. They held each other through laughs and tears, through yells and screams. Marinette knew that she would always be there for him, no matter what. He had to feel the same way back, right?

“Adrien, Chat Noir, I’ve been hiding this from you and everybody for years. I always wanted to scream it from the Eiffel Tower and be done with it, ” she paused to take a deep breath. Adrian rubbed her back, concerned. She hated not telling him sooner, every agonizing second of pretending killed a tiny piece of heart and now she was sure that there was a big hole where happiness used to be. She thought that if she told him, that hole will slowly start to fill up.

“Adrien I-, I’m Ladybug, ” she wanted for a response but he froze. Marinette looked up, but his expression was unreadable.

Then a million years later, he let a simple, astonished “oh”.

Her brow furrowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked gently.

“Like oh, I wished you told me sooner, Marinette.”

“I wanted to, but-”

“It’s been two years. Two. We’ve been dating for two years. You knew my identity for two years. I put you and myself in danger for two years,” Adrien said, flipping his perfect golden hair with his hand. He didn’t ruin it though.

“You’re angry, ” she whispered. Oh no, this is exactly what she feared.

“Yes, Marinette, I am angry. You lied to me for two years.”

“I didn’t want to, but I had to, to keep my identity. Tikki thought it was best not to tell you. And now we are so close to tracking down Hawk Moth, I thought maybe I can tell you early. It hurts me not being able to tell you. You have no idea.”

“I was in love with Ladybug! You! I still am, a little bit, but then you came and changed my life forever. Now I love you. Then you're telling me that you are Ladybug. I-” he huffed and flopped on the bed. Marinette couldn't bring herself to say anything, “I’m half hoping that you’re playing a cruel joke on me.”

She looked up, “Tikki, come here for a second,”Tikki flew up to the bed and gave Marinette a sympathetic smile, “Do you get why I couldn’t tell you?”

Adrian nodded slowly. Then he sat upright so fast that Marinette flinched, “Plagg, claws out.”

“I wasn’t done eating my cheseeeee, ” the kwami wailed while being sucked into the ring.

“Where are you going, ” she asked.

“I think- I think I need some time to think, ” he chuckled as if he found something funny, “I would usually call Ladybug to talk to her, but I can’t do that now, can I?”

“I’m sorry Adrien, I wish I told you sooner.”

“Me too. Goodbye, M’lady, ” he said it so softly and heartbroken, Marinette almost broke down sobbing. She watched him leave, and she wondered if she’ll ever see him have her balcony again.

“I’m sorry, Chat.”

I don’t usually write angst so a lot of firsts here. Anyways I really ship adrienette so this kind of hurt me. Thanks for reading!

#ahhh #Please tell me I did good #I need feedback please #good or bad #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #angst

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BTS Reaction: Showing Your First Signs Of Being Pregnant

Jin:

“A bump,” he whispered, glancing over at you as you buttoned up your jeans. You glanced over at him with a puzzled expression. “This is the first time I’ve noticed your bump.”

You sat beside him, resting your body on his. “It’s really beginning to blossom, they said after a couple of months you’ll begin to notice the bump properly.”

“It looks beautiful, I can’t believe that you’re actually carrying my child.”

His arm wrapped around you, his hand resting on the top of your bump. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to be able to have a baby with you.”

“Don’t be soppy you’ll make me get upset and hormonal.”

“Sorry,” he giggled, “it’s just made emotional. This is the first time I’ve properly seen you pregnant, it all just feels very real right now”

“It does feel very real, it’s only going to get bigger,” you sighed, resting your hand over his. “I’m going to be huge in a couple of months.”

“No, you’ll be beautiful,” he corrected, kissing the top of your head.

“Seriously, stop now before I start crying.”

Yoongi:

“Jagi,” he whispered, finding you hunched over the toilet seat, exhausted. “I’m sorry love, I would’ve woken up sooner if I’d heard you throwing up. Are you alright?”

You shook your head, wiping the corners of your mouth. “This is day one of morning sickness, I don’t know how I’m going to cope with this for the next few weeks.”

“You will because I’ll be right here to look after you and the baby.”

Despite the smell, he cuddled you close to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Now I feel like I am pregnant, being sick is the worst.”

“Just think, all of this, but we’ll have a beautiful baby at the end of it.”

“It’s the only thing keeping me going,” you smiled, “I hate all the things that come with pregnancy, but knowing we’re having a baby makes me feel better.”

“Brush your teeth and then we can do something,” he encouraged, helping you to stand up, “I would kiss you, but your breath is, well, stinky.”

“I understand, give me two minutes and I’m yours.” You giggled.

“I think you’ll need more than two minutes to get rid of that smell.”

Hoseok:

“Hobi!” You cried out, bashing your legs down on the bed to get his attention from his desk. He looked over at you, softly smiling. “I’m really hungry, can you get me chips?”

He sighed, throwing his head back, rolling his eyes. “I got you food less than an hour ago, how on earth can you still be hungry after all that?”

“I’m eating for two remember, I can’t help cravings.”

Begrudgingly, he stood up, walking over to you. “I understand your pregnant, but you can’t use that excuse to guilt me forever, soon you’ll be eating for one again.”

“Please, I really am craving chips, I’ll even share them with you.”

“You don’t share anything,” he chuckled, taking a hold of your hand. “The only person you share your food with these days is the baby.”

“Rightly so,” you teased, “he, or she, is a growing baby. Your just greedy and obsessed with food.” He gasped, bending down to kiss the top of your head.

“I’m going to let that slide seeing as your hormonal,” he whispered.

“Well aren’t you just so damn kind.”

Namjoon:

“Are you crying?” A voice whispered, distracting you from the movie. You looked up, wiping under your eyes, softly smiling at Namjoon. “What are you crying for? It’s a happy movie.”

You nodded, feeling his arms snake around you. “I know but seeing the two of them so in love has made me all upset, it’s so cute, I can’t cope with it all.”

“Gosh, you really are pregnant, crying at movies.”

Your body cuddled into him, shielding your tear stained face. “Stop picking on me, I can’t help it. They’re just so happy and it makes me happy.”

“All this pregnancy stuff has really changed you; you’ve become a wreck.”

“Joon,” you giggled, “you’re not helping. You are supposed to comfort me, I’m carrying your child, make me feel better, not worse.”

“Sorry, it’s just really cute seeing you get all upset over a movie.” He squeezed you gently, kissing the top of your head. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Just cuddle me, that always does the trick,” you asked, bringing his arm around you.

“I can do that, just lay there.”

Jimin:

“Cute,” a voice squealed, coming up alongside you. A pair of hands rested over the small baby bump that was beginning to show. “You’re actually pregnant, I can feel it.”

You glanced back at Jimin, shaking your head with a smirk. “I’ve been pregnant for a month or so now love, I’ve not just fallen pregnant or anything like that.”

“I know, but this is the first time it’s been visible.”

In the reflection of the mirror you glanced down at your bump. “It is beginning to look quite big; it’s going to be much bigger soon.”

“I’m so excited to watch it grow, it’s our baby in there.”

“It is,” you giggled, feeling his hands massage over it. “We can have a look on one of those websites that tell you how big the baby is.”’

“That would be amazing,” he replied, already fetching his laptop to open. “They say near the end it can get as big as a mango.”

“Don’t, the thought of that inside of me terrifies me greatly.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m going to be there throughout it all.”

Taehyung:

“Everything alright in there?” A voice called in, whilst he banged on the door. You sighed, struggling to find the words to speak. “Can I come in, please? I’m worried about you.”

You remained unresponsive for a few moments whilst your sickness finished. “Please don’t come in Tae, I really don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Babe, if your sick, let me in, and can help make things better for you both.”

He opened the door, sitting beside you, holding your hair back. “Tae, I really don’t feel good, all I keep doing is throwing up, it’s so unfair.”

“I know, it’s not easy. But you’re doing so well, you’re so strong.”

“I don’t feel it,” you sobbed, “I hate being sick, but carrying this stupid baby is making me throw up all the time, it sucks, so bad.”

“First of all, the baby isn’t stupid, secondly, you are coping so well, in a few weeks this will all be over,” he assured you.

“I don’t know why I said that, the baby isn’t stupid.” You cried out, resting on his chest.

“Because your hormonal and emotional, but that’s okay.”

Jungkook:

“Look,” he giggled, staring up at the monitor. It was your first baby scan, and Jungkook was beyond excited. “I can’t believe how realistic it looks.”

Your eyes switched between him and the monitor, noticing his wide smile. “Can you believe that is actually our baby? It’s ours. I feel like I’m in a movie”

“It’s the first time I’ve really felt like I’m about to become a father, I need to pinch myself.”

Tears threatened to spill, but you fought to hold them back. “Knowing everything is okay really makes me feel good, and safe.”

“Me too, I can’t wait to tell everyone now, it’s going to be amazing, they’ll be thrilled.”

“Everyone will be so happy,” you giggled, feeling his hand lace in with yours. “We are actually having a baby Jungkook, this is real.”

“It’s real baby. Gosh, I’m so ready for this, it’s actually happening.” He chuckled, resting down so his head was beside yours.

“You’re going to be the best dad ever,” you whispered, kissing the side of his face.

“And you’ll the best mum, the greatest in the world.”

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