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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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I Tried

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

2,644 Words

Kate Bishop, known to the world as the up and coming Avenger, rumored to be in line to take over for Hawkeye. To the world she's brave—albeit reckless, she's kind—some would even say to a fault, and most importantly she's strong—inspiring even. You've known her for quite some time though, since her hands first wrapped around a bow, and to you she's so much more than an expendable warrior in an unfair fight.

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You've known her for fifteen years, having met in the third grade when you moved schools. Taunts were mercilessly thrown your way by the kids who were essentially marking their territory, and you'd just felt so out of place. One particularly bad day you'd been crying into your knees while sitting in a field, and a shadow covering you brought your hesitant attention up.

A brunette with a gap where who two front teeth should be was warmly smiling down at you, with a hand extended in front of your face. You'd shakily accepted her hand, she abruptly pulled you up, and you awkwardly wiped your tears away on your shirt.

"Wanna see something cool?" She slightly stuttered, and curiosity got the best of you so you nodded.

She smiled, pulling a capri sun out from her back pocket, then pushed the straw through the hole in her smile. She began to suck the juice, and only about half made it down her throat, before the remainder came spewing out of the hole. Your laughter filled her ears and she joined you once she saw the obvious mess.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Kate Bishop, pleasure to make your acquaintance." She giggles, bowing before gripping your hand and pulling you off towards the jungle gym.

The rest is all a wondrous-beautiful history, as the both of you grew up attached at the hip; somewhere along the way you'd blurred through the lines of friendship and now you've been lovers for six years. Just three months ago everything had been going well, but now you're not so certain she even wants you anymore. You'd be lucky to even catch a glimpse of her between the sun setting and rising each day, and whenever you do see her she's telling you stories of her grand adventures with Hawkeye and Yelena Belova before slamming back half a pizza and passing out.

Yelena—the blonde assassin who tried to "kill her" upon their first meeting has now taken over the role of best friend in your lovers life. Jealousy had never been something to consider with you two since it had always just been the both of you. Even in High School, Kate wouldn't even consider going anywhere without you, and it was the same the other way.

Now though, Kate's gone off and made friends, finally immersed in the "superhero" crowd that she'd been a bit obsessed with ever since the battle of New York. Over the years you might've even indulged her obsession, even finding it sorta fun as you were buying her limited edition "Hawkeye" action figures in ebay auctions. It was always worth it for you when you got to see the look of pure joy, and to hear her squeals as she placed it on her floating shelf besides the others.

Tired of the way things were going you'd tried to stay up to talk it out, maybe even fight if it came down to it, you'd honestly do anything just to go back to the way everything once was.

Kinda needed her to show up for that to work...

A week went by of nothing but absolute silence, and you found yourself growing increasingly angrier by the day at every ignored text, or call.

One Saturday morning you woke up with a heaviness on your abdomen, assuming that Lucky had just broken the "no bed" rule again you decidedly kept your eyes closed. Then as your consciousness became less fuzzy you remembered that Lucky was at Moose's for a Larping event this weekend causing your body to stiffen.

Without much movement you caught a glimpse of the perpetrator, taking note of Kate's perfect face, then feeling immense rage. Once upon a time the sight of her messy hair, parted lips, and the sound of her snores would be enough to make your heart flutter with excitement.

But now? After pretty much ghosting you? Who does she think she is showing up here and cuddling up to you after a week of total silence? After the prior months of relative silence...

Surely she has to realize that this isn't how a relationship works. Your relationship—perfectly crafted, never worked like this prior, so you're not entirely sure what's gotten into her to make her think this is how it goes now.

After taking a few calming breaths you carefully peeled her arm off of you, even if all you wanted for months was for it to be on you. You collected your outfit then hopped into the shower to try and clear your thoughts before having to face the woman who once made your world turn. Once you exited the restroom you found the bed was empty though, so you slowly made your way downstairs to find it equally as empty.

"Absolutely not." You humorlessly chuckle out before pulling your phone out to track her down, and grabbing your keys.

After driving for a little over thirty minutes you'd pulled over to find yourself at Central Park. You stepped out of your car, remaining hidden behind a wall of sorts, and peering around until your eyes stumbled upon Kate sat on a blanket with none other than Yelena. They were sharing a massive spread of food, while your girlfriend was laughing rather boisterously, as if the world's funniest person had been stood before them.

"Kate Bishop, why aren't you at home with your girlfriend Y/N? I don't have much experience with love in this manner, but I do think for it to be a relationship you kind of need to be there."

"I want to be there, but she's mad at me.. I can sense it in the way that she looks at me whenever I come home from training or missions. Eyes that used to stare at me in awe seem to hold nothing short of contempt as of late. I just feel like if I don't go home, then she can't say the words that are designed to break me completely."

"Oh, Kate, this simply will not do. Running from your girlfriend has to be the opposite way of keeping her. You could easily take time off you know, Y/N seems like a great girl, you need to always make sure to cherish the one's you love."

"She's everything Lena, truly she's my dream come true, and has been ever since I met her on the playground over a decade ago. Always been the gentlest soul, feeling all her emotions so openly, so for her to be so closed off lately has scared me. Normally she'd tell me what's wrong, but I think I'm what's wrong here, and she didn't know how to say it. I thought giving her space would help, but she seemed so mad this morning when she woke up to me beside her, so I kind of snuck out before she could start yelling."

"Take it from me, absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, that phrase is a bullshit one. Absence like this doesn't make people miss you, all you're doing here is teaching her how to live without you, and I don't think you're prepared for that seeing as how it's exactly what you're running from. Don't be a coward Kate Bishop, heroes can't have a coward bone."

Before Kate could make sure Yelena knew a coward bone wasn't real the sounds of tires screeching interrupted the women as their attention turns to the perpetrators car.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kate gasps while scrambling to get to her feet, and frantically collecting her belongings.

"What is it Kate Bishop? The tracksuits?" Yelena lazily questions, pretending to be worried while she’s dipping her chip in some salsa.

"No, it's Y/N, and now she's going to think I'm cheating on her, which I'm sure has already been floating around in that beautiful, insecure brain of hers. I have approximately fifteen minutes to get home before she runs out with a suitcase and in turn my entire heart."

Kate runs off before Yelena can say anything, and she chuckles as she's watching the brunette running off towards her car without her keys. Sure, she could've gotten up, but this isn't really her problem, so she just lifts them up just in time for her to run back and grab them before she's sprinting off once more.

"Good luck Kate Bishop. You're definitely going to need it.." She murmurs into the air, before cleaning up the picnic and pretty much disappearing into thin air.

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Intentions—they're important, because you care far too much about your car to just mistreat it like that, Kate should know that. Seeing as how it was the first thing you'd been able to purchase outright, with your own hard earned money, but in her panicked state it never even crossed her mind. It's honestly funny, for an upcoming Avenger she was surely breaking at least five traffic laws to get home to you before you could actually leave her. Which, honestly, if you think about it, did help her "straight and narrow" self to fit right in with the band of heroes.

When you'd returned to the apartment you carefully packed your suitcase, purposefully leaving behind a wide array of your belongings. Taking only a weeks worth of your items, you then waited patiently for your girlfriend to come home so that you could finally have it out with her, then promptly leave her alone the way she had essentially done to you for months now.

Kate came crashing through the door, protests immediately falling from her lips, only to be stilled by your far too relaxed presence in the recliner.

"Baby, it's not what it looked like, Yelena and I were just —."

...

"Baby?"

"Kate, so nice of you to make it home, how about you sit down so we can chat, yeah?"

Even though you worded it as a question, the archer knew better than to challenge you, sheepishly finding space for herself on the corner of the couch closest to you as she craved the proximity.

"Now, would you care to explain where you've been this last week?"

"Yelena and I are just fri—."

"Kate! Yelena isn't my concern, just answer the damn question." You angrily interrupt her before she can ramble about her lack of cheating on you, as if emotionally cheating isn't a thing.

"I've been staying with Clint, going over fighting techniques, and practicing my archery. Today I woke up to your angry mutterings so I snuck out to the park with Yelena."

"Snuck out?" You humorlessly snort, eyes narrowed in her direction, and she awkwardly fumbles with her fingers.

"I-Um."

"No, save it Kate. One shouldn't have to sneak out if something isn't wrong. Nor should you try to spin this and throw it back in my face, which sort of brings us to the next topic of conversation. I think it’s best that I leave."

Ignoring her pained gasp you push through, allowing the residing anger to help you maintain your composure so that you don’t break down before her, having always been quick to tears whenever Kate was saddened.

"I'll be staying at my brother's house for an undetermined amount of time, potentially indefinitely. We'll see if you can fix the mess you made, because I'm tired, I really tried my hardest here, but I guess I just wasn't enough."

Kate's to her feet within the same instant that your hand is nearing the front door. Spinning you around she successfully traps your body against the door with her own and you tightly shut your eyes to avoid having to make eye contact with her in fear of your resolve breaking down.

"No! Why would you resort to leaving when we haven’t even talked yet? There’s two of us here! We can talk this out Y/N/N, you don't get to just walk out without even an argument first."

"Is that not what you did?" You bitterly retort, opening your eyes as a newfound confidence takes over you, but it’s short lived.

"That's not fair, I-I was—." Her ramblings quickly cut off as she started to panic and her lips began to tremble, head falling to gaze at the floor, and shaky hands were more than enough to soften your resolve, leading you to cup her cheeks and raised her gaze to reach yours once more.

"Being a hero, yeah, I know sweetheart... Saving the world one bad guy at a time, and forgetting about the rest of us little guys along the way. You know, Kate, at one point you used to be my very own personal hero. You’d hold me through the worst of my nightmares, protected me from my inner most demons, and you somehow loved me despite all of the odds stacked against us. You know, like back when your mom threatened to disown you for being with me, or when you quite literally saved me from my very own disaster parents. I’m forever in debt to you for all you’ve done for me Katy-Kat, but it seems we’ve reached an impasse.”

Steady streams flowed down her cheeks, tirelessly you’d worked to wipe them away. Absolutely hating that you’re stood here before the love of your life—breaking her heart, but deep down you know this is what’s needed for her to learn that she needs to find some balance. Words have never been enough for her, she’s always needed to see the full picture before her. Through your own light sobbing you continue on with your speech of sorts.

“All of your wildest dreams are coming true now my darling, and I’m so fucking happy for you in that regard, but as of now I fear we’re on misaligned paths. However, I’d like to think that deep down you are still my hero, the same one who’d saved me all those years ago from the evil third graders.”

Kate’s disheartening laughter follow your words, and her thumbs move to reciprocate your actions, wiping away at your fallen tears. Then in a shocking move she pulls you in for a desperate kiss, and you allow it to continue, having missed the feel of her lips against yours. Once her tongue enters your mouth you feel it best to part, pulling back to then place a sweet peck to the corner of her lips and whispering:

“Find her for me, and once you do, you’ll know exactly where to find me…”

With glimmering cheeks and a bittersweet smile you’d slipped out the door, leaving Kate’s body to wrack with uncontainable sobs, forehead leaning against the door you’d just escaped from.

“Oh, Kate Bishop…” Yelena coos in exaggerated sympathy from the fire escape, startling the archer as she jumps back with a shriek.

“Come, enjoy this feast of beer and mac and cheese with me while we brainstorm together on how to fix this mess you’ve made, yeah? She’s not going to wait forever, and you’re already a wreck…”

Kate scoffs at the statement, but reluctantly takes the beer extended her way, downing it before laying her head on the table to sulk.

“This is just so good, I can’t believe you don’t want any of this!” Yelena rambles in disbelief before shoving the spoon into her mouth, while pointlessly rambling out ideas as Kate’s just staring off into space.

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 08 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friend to lovers, angst

warnings: jk helping oc to get changed, jk having some dirty thoughts🙄, he's kinda obsessed w her boobs

summary: the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

a/n: the last update in 2021!!! 💫💫🌸💗

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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3 months ago

When Jungkook got texts from you at 4 am saying "hello" - "i hope ur still awake bcause" - "i called a cab and" - "here's the thing" - "i forgot my address" - "so i told him urs" - "sorry" - "u better be awake" "im tired and i wan cuddles" he knew that he was in for a long night.

It had been a long night already. His two month old baby refused to have a decent sleep this night. By now, Jungkook has figured out Nabi's weaknesses though - she loves hearing him softly sing a lullaby for her. And despite her falling asleep within seconds after he begins to softly hum a tune, she wakes up minutes later, crying and screaming. That cycle went on for hours and hours tonight.

Right now she's fast asleep again, Jungkook already counting the minutes till she will wake up again.

Although it's the middle of the night and Jungkook barely got any rest - he doesn't feel tired. His baby girl wailing in his arms for countless of times this night hasn't allowed drowsiness to swamp his body. His sleeping schedule is messed up anyways.

That's why Jungkook is slouching on his couch in the middle of the night, watching some movie on Netflix that he randomly selected from the action category.

He texts you that he is, indeed, awake and that you're welcome to spent the night at his.

Jungkook is actually glad that you're coming over. He's seen you a lot these past weeks because you try to help him with Nabi as often as possible, but he could never get enough of you being with him. Your presence is making him happier, a fact that would always stay the same.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer that he just fished out from the fridge. He closes his eyes for a second. Maybe he's not tired but he feels the exhaustion lingering in his limbs.

He loves Nabi - he really does - but on nights like these he gets reminded of how hard it is to have a new born and to come accustomed to drastically changing your whole life and routine to have your baby's needs in the center. Especially if you didn't know that a new born would be thrown into your life without having any preparation for...anything.

It still gives Jungkook big fat headache whenever he thinks about his ex.

,,Sora," he mutters, spitefully - perhaps even in a disgusted manner.

But no, he wouldn't let his mind drift off to that cruel woman. Not tonight, at least.

"Jungkooook," you sing-song with a giggle following right after, softly knocking on his door.

Your voice instantly causes a smile to fall on Jungkook's mouth. Leaving his beer on the table he gets up and opens the door for you.

"Hiii, Kookie," you beam, almost collapsing into him with how much power you let yourself fall against his body. Your arms are around his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest. He wasn't even properly able to see your face before you snuggled against him.

Jungkook closes the door behind you before he rests his palms on the curve of your hip.

"Hey," he greets back, looking down at your face squished against his body. "You're not falling asleep right?"

"Noo, just, " - you rub your cheek against his muscular front, taking a deep breath through your nose - "missed you," you finish.

"We had a movie night yesterday, baby," Jungkook reminds you. His hands wander up your cold and bare arms. "Didn't you wear a jacket? Y/n, it's freezing outside." He scowls, rubbing your arms to warm you up.

"I..." you raise your head, staring at his chest with furrowed brows and deep in thoughts. "I had one on," you say. "Must have forgotten it somewhere."

Jungkook is already enough concerned about you catching a cold every time you wear these flimsy low-cut dresses to a nights out. Like, he can look right into your cleavage and god, your tits look amazing and he'd like to squeeze his head in between them for the rest of his life, but the temperature outside are fucking low and now you tell him that you forgot your jacket somewhere? Maybe you should catch a cold to learn your lesson. When he thinks about it, it actually sounds nice because then you could stay at his place and he could take care of you.

Jungkook blinks a few times. You're barely a minute here and already got him confused in the head - from being concerned to thinking about his face between your gorgeous tits to taking care of you when you're sick.

He sighs, shaking off all his thoughts. "Let's get you warmed up again."

Jungkook guides you to his bedroom by your hips. He sits you down on the edge of his bed, opening his closet to get a pullover from his and some sweatpants that you've left here a while ago.

Returning to you, he sets the clothes next to you on the bed. Jungkook kneels down, fiddling with the strap of your black heels before getting them off for you. He remembers you saying that these are the most comfortable high heels you've ever worn. He doesn't quite remember why he remembers such trivial things. With the knowledge he has about your heels he doesn't need to ask if you're feet are fine or if they hurt but he decides to ask anyway, just because he wants to make sure.

"Do your feet-" He gets cut off, well, not really cut off more like distracted by the fleeting view of the underside of your boobs before they vanish beneath the pullover that you pulled over your head. You had pulled your dress down to your tummy, fixing the pullover that now covered your upper half.

"Hm?" you ask, looking at him with those big gullible eyes because he didn't finish his sentence.

Jungkook gulps, mumbling a "nothing" under his breath.

You lift your hips, getting the dress off completely.

Jungkook doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't, but - oh, are those new? He doesn't remember ever seeing you in some baby blue lace panties. They're cute though, look fancy and just absolutely radiate push them to the side and fuck you in nothing but these pretty panties on energy.

And then shove his face between your boobs and his night would be saved.

His thoughts are moving around dangerous territory right now and, what a surprise, he feels something moving and aching between his legs as well. He blames his 2 month long dry spell for this.

Nevertheless, Jungkook pushes those thoughts away and helps you get into the sweatpants.

"Where's my little baby?" you inquire, hands around Jungkook's biceps to help yourself up from the bed.

"Sleeping. And if you wake her up I'll never forgive you."

"Hmm, though night?" Your arms naturally loop around his neck.

Jungkook nods, your presence giving him much needed comfort. He draws you closer by pulling you by your waist.

"Let's sleep?" you suggest. "Want cuddles," you pout.

"I can tuck you into bed. I'm not tired yet."

"Watchu doing?"

"Just gonna finish watching that movie."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

Jungkook doesn't even care about the movie.

He cares more about paying attention to how perfectly you're body fits into his. You're cuddling him from the side, leg thrown over his lap, arm across his front.

He has a lazy arm thrown over your shoulder, thumb grazing over your clothed body.

"Jungkook?" you say, handing him the glass of water that he gave you to sober up a little. He leans forward to place it on the table.

"Mhm?"

"I just had a thought."

"Congratulations."

You ignore him his teasing. "What if parallel universes were a thing?"

"Would be pretty dope, I guess."

"With like the same people and stuff," you continue.

Jungkook hums, acknowledging that you've said something but not commenting on it.

You gasp a little. "What if there's a parallel universe where we're not friends but enemies?" Your eyes widen in shock.

Jungkook smiles at your cuteness. "That'd suck." His hand slips underneath your pullover, thumb rubbing over your warm skin on your hip bone.

"Or one in which we don't even know each other." There's a scowl on your face like that thought alone makes you sick.

"Then I'll take the enemies one. Can't live my life without you." It's sounds corny but it's the truth.

"You know what I also thought about?" you ask almost hesitantly, fingers brushing over his chest.

"Hm?" His hand on your hip pulls you closer to him.

"A parallel universe in which we both would be dating."

"You think that'd be a good idea?" he asks.

"Well, better than not knowing each other." You frown. "What do you think?"

"Not a good idea."

Your frown deepens, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"There are too many reasons not to be with you."

You raise your head to look into his eyes. He can't decipher what's going though your mind right now. But you look a little startled, maybe he'd go that far to call it hurt. But that's...why would you feel hurt? Was he too harsh? It's not like - no, it's definitely not like you're hurt because you have feelings for him...right? That couldn't be.

But that look in your eyes stays for a little longer and Jungkook doesn't know what's the truth anymore.

When he thinks about it - why would you think about him and you being together? You're drunk, he tells himself. You don't know what you're saying. He shouldn't put a deep meaning into you drunkenly fantasising about things.

Aren't drunk words sober thoughts, tho?

But then, thankfully, his suspicion gets proved wrong when you look away with a roll of your eyes. "You're rude."

Jungkook heaves a little sigh of relief. "I'm just stating facts. We're better off as friends."

"That's true," you agree. "But you're still rude. And your facts are stupid."

"You're stupid."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"You started."

The banter continues till Jungkook feels your palm colliding with the back of his head.

"Hey...why are you still awake?" Jungkook wonders as he looks down at you.

After the movie Jungkook brought you to his bed. You're head rests atop his chest and for the past minutes you've been staring into the darkness, your head full of thoughts.

You shortly avert your eyes at him before continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"You know, if you want to fall asleep you'd have to close your eyes," he tells you, fingers brushing trough your hair.

You don't have the energy to answer him. You just grumble something incoherently.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he inquires, his question only a whisper and you hate how much he cares.

Because you thought maybe, maybe after all this time he'd feel the same. Just a little bit.

He gave you an answer tonight. You didn't even notice where you were steering the conversation at. But then you had that thought in mind and you just went for it because...well, there was still hope in you left.

Now you know. And you realise you were foolish to have hope left.

When you're about to answer with a stupid excuse as to why you're not able to sleep, Nabi's cries resound through the apartment.

Without another word Jungkook pushes your thigh off his body and climbs out of the bed to get to Nabi.

As soon as you're left alone there are tears stinging your eyes.

You shut your eyes close, burying your face into the pillow and desperately try to fall asleep. To not feel the pain anymore.

When you wake up tomorrow every thing will be fine. You'll forget what he said to you.

But it's hard going to sleep when there's this annoying thought looping in your mind. It's unstoppable and insufferable.

When Jungkook comes back you pretend to be asleep. He doesn't notice. He simply gives you a peck on the forehead and pulls you into his arms. You hate how you're heart feels like when he does all of that.

So you lie there awake for the whole night, with you're heart aching and your hope only existing as broken pieces, and Jungkook's remark embedded in your head.

There are too many reasons not to be with you.

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itsdanii · 3 years

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can i req the iwa, atsumu, and suna being in a secret relationship w the reader and the reader gets insecure bc they wanna keep it a secret? w comfort after plspls

Hey, bubs! Of course, you can request ♥️ Unfortunately, I'm only taking 1-2 characters per request so I canceled Iwaizumi from the list. Also, this is only Atsumu's part. Don't worry, I'm still going to do Suna's part, however, it will be uploaded tomorrow instead of today. I hope you enjoy it! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Secret Relationship

genre: semi-angst to fluff, comfort

warning/s: self doubt and insecurity, descriptions of anxiety, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. atsumu miya

maybe keeping your relationship wasn't the best decision after all

Atsumu Miya

You and Atsumu have been in a relationship for 2 years now

With the rising popularity of Atsumu, not only throughout Inarizaki but to the other schools as well, he decided on keeping your relationship a secret

Though you respected Atsumu's choice, it can't be helped that sometimes your emotions got the best of you

Random girls would always approach your boyfriend. They were basically anywhere, everywhere - at school, during practice matches, and even when you were both trying to have a simple date on a nearby cafe

You tried to confront Atsumu about it once but you only ended up fighting, him saying that there was nothing to worry for because you were the only person he loved

So despite the heavy feeling of insecurity looming over you, you tried to understand his side which eventually caused the both of you to make up

You tried to ignore the insecurity and put your trust on Atsumu

But maybe sometimes, trust isn't just enough

"Y/n, someone's looking for you."

You lifted your gaze from the book you were reading, eyes snapping towards the direction of the door where two unfamiliar students were currently standing and waiting for you.

Even without having the need to hear what they needed you for, you instantly knew why they're here. For the past weeks, after Inarizaki's defeat against Karasuno, you've been bombarded by several girls, holding chocolates and teddy bears in hand, asking you to deliver them to Atsumu since they were afraid of giving it to him directly. So, as his "bestfriend," they wanted you to give it to him instead.

And although you wanted to be mad and scream at them to stop, you couldn't just do that. It would be wrong for you to snap at them since nobody, aside from Suna and Osamu, knew about you and Atsumu's relationship.

Sighing loudly, you shut the book you were reading and went over to the two girls with a semi-forced smile. "For 'Tsumu?" you asked, taking the paperbag from them and taking a peek of what's inside.

One of the girls nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling as she fanned her face with her hands. "Yes, please! I really really like Atsumu and the way he played from the previous match was so splendid! With every spike, I can't help but fall in love even more!"

You could only chuckle at what she said because even though there was a feeling of jealousy inside of you, you wouldn't be able to deny that what she said was true. You loved how he was able to inspire other people through sports and you couldn't be more proud of being his s/o.

"Please hand this letter to Atsumu, senpai!" the other girl said, bowing down as she handed you a letter.

You reluctantly took the envelope from her, your body becoming stiff as you muttered a small "Okay."

"I put all my feelings and support in that letter so I'd really appreciate if you handed it to him," she said with a smile.

Just how were you supposed to tell these girls to stop giving you stuff and ordering you to hand them over to your boyfriend? You weren't the type of person who would hinder others to relay their feelings. In fact, it wasn't your job to blatantly tell them to give up. It was Atsumu's responsibility, not yours.

But it wasn't your obligation to be their messenger as well.

Torn between two sides, you decided on maintaining a polite smile, giving the two juniors a pat on the head before nodding. "I'll make sure to deliver these to him, okay? Now, go back to your classroom and study well."

The two girls glanced at each other, eyes sparkling before smiling at you. "Thank you so much!" Turning around, the two went on their way, squealing slightly at their successful mission.

You, on the other hand, sighed and stared at the paperbag with a small frown. "Guess that's two more girls on the list," you mumbled before slipping back inside your classroom.

When the class ended, you immediately headed to the gym where you knew Atsumu was currently training. With the paperbag and 2 more boxes of chocolate given by some fangirls along the way, you entered the gym and placed the items down on the empty bench.

"That fer me, angel?" came Atsumu's voice from behind you.

Spinning around, you were met with a grinning Atsumu before getting engulfed with a warm hug. Sighing with your eyes closed, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, unconsciously gripping the back of his jersey. You couldn't help but bury your face more to his chest despite the slight sweat clinging to his clothes.

"Ya alright?" Atsumu murmured beside your ear, worry obviously evident on his tone as he slightly squeezed you.

As you were about to answer, someone from behind Atsumu cleared their throat. Your small moment was immediately cut off and Atsumu reeled back as if you were caught doing something wrong.

The comfort he brought awhile ago was instantly replaced by uncertainty and insecurity, making your heart throb as you bit your lower lip.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" Aran asked while shifting his gaze between you and Atsumu.

With a forced chuckle, Atsumu was quick to scratch the back of his head. "It's fine. I was just givin' y/n here a hug. They seem kinda down. Ya know, bestfriend duties."

Bestfriend.

"Ah.." Aran simply muttered with a slow nod. "Practice is almost done. Why don't ya sit down while we cool down and clean up?"

Sitting down on the bench, you looked at Aran with a small smile before nodding. "Okay," you said before turning your head to Atsumu's direction. His eyebrow was already raised as if asking you whether you were fine or not.

"I'm fine Atsumu. I'll wait for you here."

When the boys went back to the court, you were left alone to ponder with your thoughts. It felt as if the sounds around you suddenly died, your self doubts once again making its presence known.

You knew how much Atsumu loves you. In fact, he never failed to remind you everyday. Not once did he forgot to say it and express it through actions, or at least when you were both alone.

Everytime you were in school, he would deny your relationship. When people asked if you were his s/o, he would simply shake his head and claim you as his bestfriend. It really didn't bother you at first but as the time passed, you were slowly starting to question why he would do such thing.

Though he claimed that it was to avoid people from harassing you and picking on you, was it really? What if there was a deeper reason?

What if he was slowly getting tired of you? What if he didn't even liked you in the first place?

You anxiously tapped your foot on the floor at the thought. Gripping the hem of your hoodie, you stared at the gifts you brought from his fangirls. You knew that it was an act of invading someone's privacy but you couldn't help but reach for the letter given by your junior awhile ago.

You took a quick glance at the boys, checking if they were still cooling down, before opening the envelope slowly. As you read on the letter, you unconscious tapped your foot faster on the floor, your grip on the paper tightening as you let each words sink into you.

Bit by bit, you absorbed what was written on the paper, making the unpleasant feeling inside you deepen. You wouldn't deny that the letter was well written and you were certain that if it was handed to Atsumu by that girl personally, she might be able to get his attention.

After all, she was pretty. She looked like a bubbly person and someone who people would easily get along with. There was an optimistic aura around her which you knew Atsumu would appreciate.

And maybe if-

"Y/n."

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Atsumu's hand touching your shoulder.

Jolting up slightly, you looked up at him with wide eyes, immediately noticing the worried expression on his face. "Tsumu.." you mumbled with a shaky voice, your eyes glossing with tears as your lips trembled.

Atsumu was quick to sit down beside you. Lifting you up, he sat you down on his lap and nestled your face on the side of his neck, knowing how much you hated it when people see you crying.

"Y-your teammates," you mumbled against his skin, hiding your face even more as you tightened your grip on the letter you were holding, almost crumpling it.

"Let's worry about them later, alright, angel? Yer my priority and ya know that," he answered while rubbing your back, "Now, tell me what happened. Why are ya crying?"

With the overwhelming emotions surrounding you, it took you a few seconds before you could answer, and you were thankful that Atsumu was patient enough to wait instead of forcing you. "Do you really love me, Tsumu?"

You felt Atsumu stiffen at your question and for a biref moment, you were scared of hearing the answer.

Was this it? Was he really lying to you all this time?

"Look at me, angel," Atsumu said, slightly pulling away from his embrace to cup your cheeks in his hands. "Of course, I do. Where is this coming from? Did somebody-"

"No," you cut him off. "It's just that... you always tell people that we're nothing but bestfriends. I can't always have my moments with you because you want to hide our relationship. It didn't really matter at first but... because of your constant denial, your fangirls would keep sending me these random stuffs and ask me to give them to you. I'm scared, Tsumu. What if one day you get tired of me... or worse, what if it's me who gets tired? I don't like this set-up..."

"Y/n-"

"I want to be able to express my feelings. I want the people to know that you're mine. Why can't you show them that you love me, Tsumu?... Do you even love me?"

Atsumu was left speechless as he listened to your words. All he could do was rub your back soothingly while listening to you as you let everything out. As you did, the guilt inside of him kept on piling up, enough to make him clench his jaw at how disappointed he was at himself for making you cry.

"Of course, I do. I love ya so much, angel. Don't ever ferget that. I'm sorry fer not taking yer feelings in consideration. I didn't know that ya have been feeling this way fer quite a while now. I really thought that we were already fine after our first argument about this but.. I guess I should've paid more attention," Atsumu said while staring at you, his hands still cupping your cheeks to angle your face to him. "The reason why I wanted to hide our relationship was fer people not to bother ya. It wasn't my intention to make ya feel insecure. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, angel." Wiping your cheeks with his thumb, Atsumu leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. "Would it make ya feel better if we open our relationship to other people? No more hiding it."

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "Mhm, yes, please."

"Alright, if that's what ya want."

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Law x pregnant readers

Waking up, (Name) only felt tired as if she hadn't slept in months. She just blamed it from the late nights of working and nothing else. Not even realizing when she woke up it was already in the afternoon and the Heart Pirates were currently eating in the galley.

With a loud groan (Name) took off her Pj's and walked into the shower, she gasped slightly when the water presser felt a little more sensitive on her chest than usual.

(Name) shrugged it off, thinking it was because she was still healing from the last battle she took part of, so she didn't think much about it. Propping herself next to her captain like she always does, she quietly ate her late lunch while trying to keep her eyes open. Law being the observant man he is, grew quite worried about his beloved wife acting so fatigue. "Are you alright?" Law asked, trying to act he wasn't concerned. She only nodded before face-planting into her food with a loud smack. No one panicked or thought it was something to worry about, guessing (Name) was just having a narcoleptic attack.

Later that day, (Name) was currently laying on her bed while reading a book. Feeling like she was about to throw up, she put down her book next to her and quickly opened the bathroom door. She then puke out all of her lunch and maybe last night dinner as well into the toilet. Wipeing her mouth, (Name) then headed toward the sink to splash some cold water on her face.

Feeling a familiar presence, (Name) then turned her head to where Law was currently standing with a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess it's just a little food poisoning." (Name) said while scratching the back of her head.

"Alright but let me know when it gets worse."Law stated as he exited the bathroom.

(Name's) heart almost escaped from her chest when the submarine started shaking and yellow lights started flashing. Running onto the deck she could already see a battle taking place with men in white and blue uniforms on one side and men in colorful hats and white overalls on the other side. Unsheathing her twin katanas, (Name) then started cutting one marine after another but for some strange reason she already felt like she was out of energy. 20 minutes into the battle, with a large pant for air she finishes off the last of the marines before wobbling back to the submarine's doors.

"Damn why am I already out of breath, those marines were just small fries. My training methods haven't changed one bit, why do I feel so weak. "(Name) muttered to herself in annoyance.

(Name) only pushed her food around on the plate, hardly nibbling then she looked around the room. Everyone was so cheerful and she couldn't help but smile.

"Not eating much I see." Law commented, leaning over to whisper in her ear. Not like he needs to, over the usually loud noise that the Heart Pirates made at each meal.

"I'm just not hungry." She responded.

"Strange and I thought for someone who was out of breath just by fighting a few marines would be starving." Law stated in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Is it not to your liking, (Name)?" The head chef asked, catching sight of Law's actions.

"It's good. I'm just not hungry right now"(Name) said as she pushed back the plate.

"I'll put it in the fridge until you feel like eating again,"The chef said as he scooped up her plate of uneaten food.

"Do you need to lie down again?" Law asked her again for the third time today.

"I'm okay."

"Could I get some orange juice though?"(Name) sweetly asked the cook.

Then immediately , the crew got back to their usual antics paying no mind to (Name's) odd behavior.

She got to her feet while squeezing Law's shoulder gently. "I'm going to read a book." She said before taking a sip of the juice.

She was hoping that it was simply a case of stomach flu and not something alot more serious.

(Name) was once again in the bathroom and vomiting all of what she ate yesterday, which was not that much. (Name) felt terrible , as would anyone in these types of situations would, however, she still didn't want to bring the matter up. Luckily, Law hasn't woken up from his deep slumber , which made her sigh in relief. Slipping back into bed, she then let her eyelids close as she slept all the way through the afternoon again.

Then that cycle of having no appetite and vomiting lasted for this day as well, which made Law start to worry even more about his wife.

"(Name)!" She picked up her head by the ship's railing in surprise as she heard her name being called by Penguin. Her stomach hadn't seemed to settle, and now she is throwing up into the sea.

She then turned her head to the mechanic, trying her best not to look sick.

Penguin walked up to (Name) getting rather closer, causing (Name) to become nervous.

"You look pale." Penguin commented.

"I haven't been feeling well the last few days Penguin. So I'm probably a bit pale." (Name) stated .

"You're sick (Name)?" questioned Shachi. (Name) nodded her head, however quickly realized what she had brought up.

"I'm only slightly sick, just a little headache. Really."

"You sure (Name)?" Law asked as he walked up to the swordswoman, worried about her health.

She then gave a reassuring thumbs up to everyone to show that she was okay. Though internally, she was kicking herself for lying to the crew, even more so to her trusting and loving husband. The crew soon believed the lie as they continued with their day, however, Penguin, Shachi, and Law didn't seem to be convinced, so they kept an eye on her.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." (Name) thought as she ran to the bathroom for the third time this week. She still was getting lucky with Law having once again already left their room or sleeping, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before they really began to be suspicious.

"This will pass. This will pass."(Name) kept telling herself furiously as she finished with her recent vomiting episode. She picked herself up, taking in deep breaths trying to settle her stomach. As she looked into the mirror, she noticed that she is even paler than yesterday.

Putting on a brave face, she then walked out of the bathroom and went onto the deck.

"Land ahoy!" Shachi shouted as he pointed at the piece of land.

All of the Heart Pirates gather around the railing in a disorderly long line, and lean over it, while watching the island they were about to dock. They had docked at a unique island well-known in the areas as vicious wild blood thirsty animals live there.

"Yahoo, a new adventure!" (Name) said happily before walking off the submarine's plank. As she got closer and closer onto the island, she felt someone grabbing her shoulder.

"I think it's for the best if you stay back in your current state."Law stated with a worried look on his face.

She only shrugged his hand off. "I'm fine, I feel a lot better today."

Before Law could protest, (Name) had already made her way onto the island.

And then she left, not running, but walking kinda in a slow pace into the forests.

After some time had passed, both Penguin and Shachi had returned after a troublesome adventure with some saber-tooth monkeys. Law was starting to get a little worry since (Name) wasn't back yet, so he went the same direction she walked in.

As Law walked deeper and deeper into the forest he finally made eye contact with the swordswoman. "Help!" (Name) called out as she was kneeling onto the tall grass while clenching her slightly bleeding shoulder.

Law was surprised, (Name) never called for help unless it's something really serious or life-threatening .

Activating his Room he switches places with (Name) while killing the beast in the process.

While Law was carrying (Name) through the forest, she leaned away from his chest so she wouldn't get vomit onto his clothes

-x-

"I'm going to take a blood sample." (Name) nodded as she rolled up her sleeve allowing Law to apply the alcohol onto her skin then inserting the needle. Only taking a tiny amount, Law removed the needle and quickly placed a band-aid on where he poke her. "You can leave, I will give you your results as soon as possible."

She only nodded before leaving the infirmary room.

Law stood there from where he was sitting in shock, not knowing how to feel after reviewing the results of her blood test. It was a mix of happiness, relief, fear and mostly parental love. It took all of his strength not to jump down like a crazy man who just won the lottery, because it was the middle of the night and he didn't want to wake up his crew. When he finally made it to the doors of his room, he put on a calm face and slowly and quietly opened the door. "Hi Captain, so did my blood test turn out good?" (Name) asked casually.

"Yep, it seems that both of you are fine." Law said with a big goofy smile on his usually calm and serious face. (Name) looked at her captain in surprise and in slight confusion, even already knowing the answer. "W-what do you mean the b-both of us?" (Name) managed to stutter out.

"I mean our baby. You're 9 weeks pregnant."

He was in love with (Name), and the idea of her having his baby was ideal to him, but it was still a shock, they'd never even spoken or brought up the subject. He wanted a family, but the idea still scares him. All the memories of his mother and father, and his little sister Lami all stuck to him. Then, the struggles and problems of them being famous pirates with both of them having large bounties on their heads. And all of the struggles that their child will face as well, everything he, (Name) and his unborn child, everything they will face together suddenly hit him in one go.

"Law I'm sorry, I should have been more careful." (Name) said while sobbing.

Law quickly, but carefully picks her up and sits her onto his lap while stroking the spot where their child was growing.

"Sorry for what? Making this the happiest day of my life." Law said before kissing her still flat stomach.

(Name) began to cry more but it wasn't tears of sadness, they were tears of joy. "We're going to be parents. I'm going to be a mom."

"And I'm going to be a dad. " Law said while showering her with even more kisses. (Name) squeaked when Law gently swooped her off her feet and began sprinting across the metal halls.

"What the... Law?!"

"Your shoulder, your shoulder was wounded. You're staying overnight, no, 3 nights in the infirmary. What if the baby got hurt. What if the baby got killed?"Law started listing off the things that could happen to their unborn child.

-x-

"Everyone, we have an announcement!" Law shouted loudly to get everyone's attention who was on the deck.

"We're getting a new crew member." (Name) said while trying to hold back her giggles.

"Oh, that's nice, when can we meet them?" Penguin asked.

"Less than 9 months." Law answered which made everyone go completely silent.

"We're having a baby!" Both (Name) and Law shouted cheerfully.

They were all staring at the expected couple, completely dumbfounded.

Astounded, flabbergasted, shock whichever word to describe their expressions and the tense atmosphere. Law's hand started to turn purple just by how hard (Name) was squeezing his hand.

"CONGRATULATIONS," Penguin and Shachi shouted in perfect unison.

"This is amazing, this calls for a party!" A Heart Pirate exclaimed.

"No alcohol for the pregnant woman though," Bepo smiled warmly at her from Law's side.

"(Name), don't cry, " Law said, reaching around her shoulders to comfort her.

"I know, it has to be the unbalanced hormones. I'm just so happy, this is a new chapter of my life." (Name) said as she cried into Law's chest.

Throughout the day everyone was partying while congratulating the new parents-to-be.

"So who will be the godparents?" Bepo asked.

"We have already decided that Ikkaku and you will be the godparents of our child."(Name) answered. Bepo then lifted both (Name) and Law off their feet and gave them a big hug while crying tears of joy. "Thank you, I'll be the best godfather ever." Bepo said, which made everyone in the Heart Pirates stare in jealousy, especially Penguin and Shachi.

"You guys will make great uncles." (Name)said with a big smile while hugging both of them in her arms.

"Lucky bear." Shachi muttered.

The 2 mechanics' faces turned a deep shade of red when (Name) kissed both of them on the cheek. "Don't worry, there is enough love to go around."

Then out of nowhere, a large explosion could be heard across the deck.

"Heart Pirates, Give up now or prepare to die."A marine holding a megaphone demanded.

(Name) smirked before unsheathing her twin katanas as she got into a fighting stance.

"Do your worst.''She retorted before Law used his devil fruit ability to transport her back into the sub.

Law shut the metal doors, ignoring the loud banging noises that were coming from the other side.

"Law, you ass, I want to fight too. Let me out, let me out." (Name) demanded as she kept on banging her fist onto the metal door.

"No, as your captain and doctor I order you to stay back and let us handle this. You're pregnant, you need to take it easy for now on."Law stated, which made (Name) slump down in disappointment. She hated being useless, she wanted to fight, she wanted to help, she wanted to do something besides laying down and doing nothing.

"Oh great, 7 more months of being totally useless." (Name) muttered under her breath while sighing.

A few weeks later-

(Name) felt like she was already going crazy. She wasn't allowed to do anything and she meant she couldn't do anything. First, the large weights she and Jean Bart can usually lift with ease have been replaced with 5 pound weights and she wasn't even allowed to use them for more than 5 minutes. Law had also forbidden( name) in certain places in the submarine as well, which was almost one half of the metal vessel that was off limits for her.

(Name) also swears, Law has super hearing because when she decides to get out of her bed, Law uses his devil fruit abilities to teleport himself right next to his wife's side.

"Law, go back to work. I'm just getting a snack."(Name) protested.

"Then ask me or someone else from the crew to get it for you. You're still in your first trimester of pregnancy, there is still a possible chance of miscarriages or physical deformities or all sources of possible medical stated as he called forth his room again then instantly a jar of peanuts appeared in his hand.

"Here, take these and go back to our room." Was all Law said as he pointed the direction of where their room was located, as if she was completely clueless of where she had been living for most of her life.

Rolling eyes (Name) went back to her room while munching down on the jar of peanuts on the way.

-x-

When the Heart Pirates docked onto an island, (Name) thought she could get some alone time to herself while getting the necessary items for the future stages of her pregnancy. And it was a good thing too since her pants and shirt had been feeling tight lately. "Bye Captain, I'm going to do a little shopping." (Name) said before she jumped off the submarine's front deck.

"Room, Shambles." Law now had (Name) in his arms.

"What the hell Law?" (Name) questioned.

"I'm coming with you, " Law stated as he tightly held her hand.

"Law, I'll be just fine. It's just a little shopping, I'm barely showing." (Name) retorted while trying to slip her hand from Law's strong grip.

"Nope, as long as you're carrying my child you're stuck with me." Law said, securitly wrapping around his arm onto her waist.

After 5 medical and clothes stores later, Law's arms were both covered in shopping bags while (Name) just carried a single bag with a small bottle of medicine inside of it.

"Law, let me carry that for you. You know I can lift 1000 times my own body weight." (Name) Stated with an annoyed frown.

"I got this, I don't want you to lift even one eight of your body weight. Your-" (Name) then cut off Law before he could finish the rest of this statement. "Yeah, Yeah, I know I'm pregnant and pregnant women shouldn't be exerting themselves."

Smirking devilishly, (Name) came up with a small plan to get away from her overbearing husband.

"Hey honey, I really need to use the bathroom."(Name) said as she pretended her bladder was about to burst.

"Very well."He responded, then they headed to the closest bathroom.

Reaching down in her left sock, (Name) grabbed a screwdriver and began unscrewing the bathroom's top window.

When (Name) was finally outside of the building, she began to grin like she has been in prison for 20 years and just now escaped. She was free, she could do whatever she wanted without worrying about Law dragging her back to their room and making her stay there until the next day.

In a swift motion, (Name) unsheathed her twin katanas and blocked an attack from a familiar mask man.

"Yo... it's been a while, when was the last time we fought together."(Name)greeted, enjoying the weight and feel of her swords when fighting. "Too long and this time I will become victorious." Killer responded.

Killer and (name) have been rivals ever since their crew had first met. The 2 of them will always break into fights everytime when they see one another. But so far they're about even, most of the time their fights usually ended up in draws.

The fight soon stopped when Killer stepped away and put back his scythe blades into its case. "Hey what gives, why are you chickening out now! The fight was just about to get better." (Name) shouted.

"I'm not fighting a pregnant woman, I want to kick your ass at your best."Killer stated while pointing to her slightly rounded stomach. "Damn, I knew I should have put on more baggy clothing."(Name) thought to herself as she tried to cover her baby bump.

"You're a pirate, why should you even care? Pirates do whatever they want."(Name) exclaimed while pouting slightly.

"I may be a pirate but I'm still a man who doesn't like fighting weak women." Was all he said before walking away.

"I'm not weak...fight me, please! Law won't even let me hold a fork. Please, I'm only on my 16 week."(Name)whined as she tugged onto Killer's shirt.

"No, and you look alot more further along than that."Killer retorted which made (Name) gasp loudly of being called fat.

Before Killer had any time to dodge, (Name) kicked him square in the balls which made him groan in pain.

"Meanie!" (Name) spat out before taking off into the forest nearby with small tears running down her face.

"Ouch!"He groaned loudly, laying on the ground while holding his sore nuts.

-x-

Law was pissed. But mostly Law was extremely worried. He couldn't find his wife anywhere, but what really worries him is that the Kid Pirate's ship has been spotted as well.

What if the Kid Pirates took advantage of his wife's current state or even worse killed her on the spot.

No matter how much observation Haki Law uses, he didn't have any lead on where his wife is.

"Captain, we know where she is." Penguin reported.

"Yeah, Killer from the Kid Pirates told us she kicked him in the nuts and went into the forest,"Shachi added.

"And why did she kick him in the nuts, (Name) doesn't usually use low blows?"Law stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Well,"Penguin started off while scratching the back of his head.

"He kinda called her fat." Shachi answered.

In a blink of an eye, Law called forth his room and teleported himself into the forest. Without even trying, Law hears small whimpers coming from the top of a tree so he looks up and sees the person he was looking for all day.

"(Name!)Law called out his wife's name.

"Go away!" She screamed then resumed crying again.

"No, I know I've been a little too clingy lately, but it's only because I want the best for you and our future kid as well. And to be fair, I don't really blame you for running away from me, so that is why I promise you I will try my best to give you your space."Law promised as he kneeled down.

(Name) stopped crying and looked at her husband.

"Okay, I'm coming down now."(Name) responded as she started climbing down onto one branch after another.

She gasps when one branch snaps from her weight and she begins to fall, face first into a painfull fall, and Law swears his heart stops for 5 seconds as his throat hitchs.

"Room, shambles!"

When his wife's stomach was only inches away from hitting the hard ground, she instantly appeared in Law's arms.

"Law, I'm sorr-"(Name) whispered her husband's name.

"That was way too close." He then looked and touched her baby bump gently.

"You're never ever leaving my sight until that baby is out of you. That's an order." Was all he said as he started walking back to the sub with his wife in his arms.

-x-

(Name) found herself laying flat on her back in the medical bay as Law prepared the new ultrasound equipment.

"Damn, that's cold." She hissed when the clear gel made contact with her stomach.

"Sorry," he apologised half-heartedly.

"Usually I would just use my scanning ability, but I think it would be a lot more useful to check in like this."Law stated then he turned on the monitor. He moved the device around her stomach slowly with his eyes on the screen, instantly stopped when he saw a gray blob in the middle.

"There's our child."He pointed to the blob.

As (Name) looked closer at the screen, she cock an eyebrow when another blob had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Honey, why are there 2 of them?"(Name) stated while pointing where the 2 blobs were located.

"You're just seeing things, there is no-"Law stopped himself when indeed there were more than 1 blob. "We're having twins."Law whispered so softly that (Name) had to ask him to repeat himself.

"We're having twins. Yes,! Now you don't have to get pregnant again."Law said again as his wife just stood there in shock, not knowing how to process the new information.

"Wait, you're not satisfied with one kid." (Name) yelled at her husband in which he only nodded.

"Great. I already get smothered enough with one baby, I'm sure it's gonna get worse."

"It's now double," his lips formed into a smirk. "For now you're going to have daily instead of weekly check ups. And you're no longer allowed to practice swordsmanship with real swords anymore."

"Excuse me? No way, I've been holding swords since I was only 5 years old, you can't do that." She sat up sharply.

"You lost all of your rights when you started carrying precious cargo. Now you must be twice careful with our little ones." He brushed his fingers against her stomach before kissing it gently.

The more (Name-s) belly got bigger and bigger, the more cautious everyone, especially Law became. In only her 30 weeks of pregnancy, (Name) already looks like she could give birth any day now.

The Heart Pirates were currently docked on a winter island while (Name) only watched from a sideline.

"But Law, I want to play in the snow like everyone else. Please, I've been cooped up in this submarine for far too long."(Name) begged while giving Law the puppy eye look.

"Fine, but you need to bundle up."Law exclaimed.

6 layers of thick clothing later, (Name) walked off the Polar tang's deck with Law right next to her side.

Working on her snow fort for about 30 minutes, (Name) started to feel a sneeze coming along and tried her best to hold it in.

"Achoo!" She then covered her mouth, in hopes Law didn't hear it.

She sighs and doesn't even put up a fight when Law's room incases her, and teleports her into his arms.

"You're going back to the sub, I knew it was a bad idea to let you play in the snow."Law stated flatly.

And once again (Name) was laying flat on her back as she watched Law move the ultrasound equipment around her stomach for the fourth time this week.

"Is this really necessary?"(Name) questioned while pouting.

"Yes, unless you don't want our babies to be healthy. You're now forbidden to leave our bed until your cold has subsided. If you break any of those rules then I will bind you to the bed until your pregnancy has ended. Do I make myself clear?" Law questioned which only made (name) stick out her tongue.

"You 2 need to get out of mommy soon because I can't take another minute with your daddy."(Name) talk and rub to her rounded stomach when Law left the room.

-x-

2 weeks later and (Name) Was finally on her last trimester of pregnancy. "Law!" (Name) shouted his name loudly.

"Yes my darling, is there something you need." Law responded as he headed toward where his wife was currently sitting down.

"The babies are kicking, they're kicking again."(Name) said excitedly then grab's Law's hand to guide him where the kicking was happening.

Then the day when his children would be born.

(Name) woke up in the middle of the night when she felt a warm wet substance in between her legs and soon realized her water just broke.

"Law...Law." She shakes her husband awake.

"Yeah, what is it?" He muttered as he tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes.

"My water just broke."She then yelled in agony after she felt a contraction.

"Shit?!" Law then quickly moves to her side to help her into the wheelchair he had laying by for this day. "Bepo, round up the medical squad, it's time." Law shouted through a den den mushi.

"Whatt, I thought she wasn't due for at least another couple weeks." Bepo shouted.

"Well, the kids have decided to come now!" Law stated.

12 hours of shouting and a lot of pushing later, the first one came out.

"She's a beautiful girl!" Law said before handing the bundle of joy to Bepo.

"Come on just one more push." Law said then he could see the head of the baby.

"It's a handsome boy," Law said before handing the other baby to Penguin's arms.

"Law, what should we name them?"(Name) asked as she panted for air.

"Rosey for our baby girl and Corazon for our baby boy." Law answered, then placed a sweet and tender kiss on his wife's forehead.

"You need rest now, I will take care of them in the meantime."

#One piece #Law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #law x reader #Law x pregnant #Daddy Law #Baby #pregnancy

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scaramoucheslove · 3 years

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Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?

And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0

A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe

also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa

How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)

(Xiao, Albedo)

What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^

Smut beneath the cut

XIAO

· Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.

· Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.

· “Stop. Behave.”

· His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3

· He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??

· D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.

· Humiliation too omgomgomg

· DUMBIFICATIONNN AA

· Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc

· And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.

· “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”

· I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.

· If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it

· “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”

· Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.

· He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.

· He’d mark almost every part of your body

· He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.

· Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.

· “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”

· And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.

· Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.

· He loves to see himself in your throat.

· The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat <3

· Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.

· Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.

· You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.

· Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.

“Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.

ALBEDO

· I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS

· He’d just be like 🤨🤨.

· Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.

· You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.

· I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.

· OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.

· Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..

· He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.

· Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.

· Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.

· Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)

· Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$%

· Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.

· Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.

· Toys,, sometimes.

· Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.

· As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.

· He just sighed, cleared his table and said,

· “Y/N. Come here.”

· You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.

· He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.

· “I said, come here.”

· His voice was stern, but calm.

· “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

· You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.

· “Sit on my lap.”

· You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.

· “Say, did you know the things you broke?”

· You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.

· “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”

· OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO

. Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.

. Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.

Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.

STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON

#Xiao smut #albedo smut #Genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact albedo #albedo #xiao #genshin impact xiao #smut lol #❄ anon

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inadaydream99 · 3 years

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The One Where You Can’t Be Kept Apart

A/N - Thank you 🥕anon for sending in this request and another brilliant idea! I really hope you enjoy what I have come up with ☺️ Also, I was unsure with how to end it, so it took me a little longer to write than usual 😂

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the Friends episode ‘The One With the Memorial Service’ and is in no way my own original idea. I have also used some direct quotes from the episode for the purpose of keeping some fidelity towards the plot.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest as Soobin begins to interrogate you. He’s only been at yours for a few minutes and you’re already tired of him. You get that he’s trying to look out for you and do as you asked of him; which he’s taking incredibly seriously. But is it really necessary for him to pay you a visit sporadically, just to see if he can catch you out?

It’s like he doesn’t trust you. Not that you blame him really, I mean you’ve just broken up with the love of your life, Yeonjun, and asked Soobin to make sure you don’t have any contact with him because you don’t trust yourself to keep away. But just because you have very little self control when it comes to Yeonjun, doesn’t mean that you need to be watched so often.

It’s been about two weeks since you and Yeonjun broke up after being happily together for just over a year. The reason being that you both realised you wanted different things for your future. Things that, even after much debate, neither of you were willing to compromise on.

It had always been your dream to fall in love with your soulmate and get married. Ever since you were little you’d indulge in your fantasy and act out these magical weddings with your friends. You, of course, always played the bride.

Now, Yeonjun has never been opposed to the idea of marriage. He just doesn’t see the point in having this big, expensive wedding. In his opinion it’s a waste of time and money. He would just be happy to elope.

And that’s the main issue that broke you up. You’d been so distraught over the idea of not having the wedding of your dreams, and Yeonjun stubborn in his views, that you’d come to the agreement that if you can’t agree on this then you’re not meant for each other.

From the second he received the news from you crying down the phone, Soobin had barely left your side. He’s been the most amazing friend to you and done everything he can to help you through this break up. And that’s exactly why you feel guilty for finding him annoying right now.

“I know you’re hiding something (Y/N).” Soobin mumbles, more so to himself than to you, but you hear him clearly none the less. “Who’s shoes are these?” He suddenly quizzes you, holding up a pair of dirty black trainers. Ok, so they aren’t the most fashionable shoes ever, but they are comfy and you have lost any motivation to put effort into your appearance right now. All you can seem to focus on is your heartbreak.

“They’re mine.” You deadpan, your sensitivity making it difficult to not be offended. And Soobin really should have known better because if he’d taken a second longer to look at the shoes he’d realise that they are too small to belong to Yeonjun.

“Oh, sorry.” He utters softly, placing the shoes neatly by the front door once again. You watch as he snoops his way around your apartment, in and out of rooms unsatisfied with his lack of finding anything.

That is, until a knock on your front door sounds. You casually make a stand from the sofa where you had previously been slouched, still sulking over Soobin’s insult over your shoes.

“Wait! I’ll get it.” Soobin calls out to you, hurrying past you. He practically pushes you away from the door; not that he intends to, he’s just oblivious to his actions in the moment.

“It’s just the takeout I ordered.” You sigh, throwing your hands up defensively.

Soobin shoots you a frown before turning the handle and swinging the door open.

“Oh my, what are the chances!” You pretend to be shocked, hands flying up to cover your mouth upon the disappointed look Soobin sends you when the door reveals Yeonjun. “7 billion people in the world and they send Yeonjun to deliver my food!” You continue, hoping that you sound believable enough. Though it’s unlikely with the way your best friend has been doubting you from the very second you asked him to help you keep away from Yeonjun.

Soobin simply rolls his eyes at your terrible acting, turning expectantly to look at Yeonjun for an explanation to his presence.

“I’m sorry, but when (Y/N) called I just couldn’t keep away.” His head hangs low, ashamed of his weakness for you… and for getting caught.

“How’d you even call him?” Soobin gawks at you, seriously confused as to how you found a way to contact Yeonjun without having access to a phone. Yes, Soobin had confiscated it first chance he got. But you have to admit that the time away from your phone has been quite nice.

“FaceTime on IPad.” You mumble sulkily, reluctantly admitting how you’d managed to go behind Soobin’s back. You’d hidden it from him so your parents could at least contact you if they needed… or so you’d convinced yourself.

“iPad, of course! I should have known.” Soobin shakes his head, scolding himself for not having realised sooner.

“Soobin, if (Y/N) and I want to see each other, then we should be allow-”

“This doesn’t concern you Yeonjun.” Soobin interjects Yeonjun’s justification. It’s not that he wants to be rude to Yeonjun, or that he doesn’t like him, it’s just that if he allows this then he’s failed at being a good, supportive friend to you.

“Oh really, maybe I was confused considering the mention of my name.” Yeonjun sasses back. “What I was saying was, why can’t we be friends?” Yeonjun, determined to finish what he wants to say, continues. You notice he doesn’t look at Soobin as he speaks, only you. And the pleading look he sends your way makes you melt.

“I guess there’s no harm in that.” You shrug, trying to not show your true emotions as you observe the wide smile that spreads out across Yeonjun’s face. You really had missed his smile so much.

“Well ok then. If you’re just hanging out as friends then I can join, cause I’m your friend and Yeonjun’s friend too.” Soobin announces and you stifle your laughter when you notice Yeonjun grimace at being called Soobin’s friend.

“I guess.” Yeonjun mumbles reluctantly as he is finally able to enter your apartment properly.

The three of you sit on the sofa, Soobin forcing himself in the small space between you. It’s awkward. No one knowing what to say first to break the silence.

“So how have you been?” Yeonjun is the first to speak, leaning around Soobin to see you.

“I’ve been good, thanks.” Soobin answers as you open your mouth to speak.

“And you?” Yeonjun chuckles now beginning to find Soobin amusing. His gaze is focused intently onto you, eager to finally talk properly with you after so long apart.

“I’ve been better.” You force a small smile.

When you’d initially contacted Yeonjun and invited him over, you’d been so desperate that you hadn’t given it any thought as to how you might feel when he’s actually here. It’s a lot more difficult to see him than you expected, and you know it’s just your overwhelming emotions talking, but you’re still in love with him.

Despite wanting nothing but to cave in and get back with Yeonjun, you remain strong and fight the urge. You don’t want the same things as each other. And the more you remind yourself of that, the more you are able to convince yourself that breaking up was the right thing for the both of you.

“I’ve missed you.” Yeonjun admits. You stare into his longing gaze, your heart racing as you see the sincerity pouring out of him.

“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You can feel your eyes well up as the words tumble from your lips without thought. Although, it’s true, you really have missed him with all your heart.

“You know, on my way over here I saw a pigeon throw up and then a rat ate it.” Soobin quickly jumps in and changes the moment as soon as he senses the mood getting too serious.

“I still think about you everyday. I mean it’s kinda hard not to when everything reminds me of you.” Yeonjun chooses to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt at stopping your conversation.

You aren’t sure how to respond to him, so overwhelmed that you feel like the room is spinning.

“Ok, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Soobin stands from the sofa. “But I’ll be quick so don’t try anything.” He warns, waving his pointed finger between the both of you before he leaves.

“Look, I’m not going to ask to get back together because I know we want different things.” Yeonjun takes the opportunity to finally say what he’s wanted to say the whole time. “But just to be with you one more night…”

“I want that too, but isn’t that gonna make it too hard?” You try to reason.

“It can’t be any harder than the last few weeks…” And yet, Yeonjun’s words seem to make more sense than you’d like.

“If I’d known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I would have stopped to memorise your face, the way you moved. Everything about you. If I had know the last time I kissed you would be the last time, I never would have stopped.” You’re left speechless by Yeonjun’s confession. Seemingly frozen in shock, your mind blank of all thoughts.

“Kiss him, you fool!” Soobin jolts you out of your daze as he rushes back in to the room.

“Huh?” You scrunch your brows in confusion at your friend. He’s done a complete 180 flip after hearing Yeonjun’s speech.

“Didn’t you hear him? If you don’t kiss him, I will.” You stare at him in shock. This has got to be some sort of test, right?

Except Soobin’s expression is completely serious. You cast several quick glances between Soobin and Yeonjun, observing how the latter sends you an almost pleading look, probably silently begging you to not let Soobin kiss him.

Soobin must be serious about telling you to kiss Yeonjun, because he’s willingly encouraging you. And that’s what finally makes you give in, instantly closing the space between you and Yeonjun, your lips moulding perfectly together in a passionate kiss.

You both pull apart breathless, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I knew you’d be here!” You jolt apart when the door swings open and slams against the wall.

“Who is this?” Soobin questions, confusion clouding his features.

“It’s my friend Beomgyu.” Yeonjun sighs. “I asked him to keep me away from you.” Yeonjun directs the last part towards you.

You simply giggle at him, half still elated from your kiss, the other in amusement.

“Hey, I’m doing that for (Y/N).” Soobin beams.

“Well you’re not doing a very good job. What’s with all the kissing!” Beomgyu sasses back.

You cast your gaze back to Yeonjun when Soobin and Beomgyu begin bickering back and forth, too invested in their arguing to pay attention to either of you.

“Want to get out of here?” You whisper to him, wide grin on your face when he nods and grabs your hand; both of you sneaking out without being noticed and quickly rushing away to make up for lost time.

“Hey, where’d they go?” Soobin suddenly notices you’re missing.

“Ugh, we blew it.” Beomgyu grumpily mutters, defeatedly throwing his hands in the air.

“I blame myself.” Soobin shakes his head in disappointment.

“I blame you too.” Soobin sends Beomgyu a glare in response.

#🥕 anon #txt requests #txt fluff #txt angst #txt oneshots #txt drabbles #txt x reader #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #txt choi yeonjun #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop x reader #kpop requests #kpop oneshots #kpop drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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snake-snacc · 3 years

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Casual talks at night

[Just Saying: I really totally fucked up the time grammar here, because my program was like "Oh you want that to be written in presents? Yeah well here take some past too!" So… I´m really sorry for the terrible writing]

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Topic: Drabble [1097 Words]

Character: Kalim Al-Asim

DISCLAIMER: NSFW topic mentioned

Casual talks at night

Your eyes looked straight at the wall fixed to that one point, which was perfectly at the angle where you couldn't see Kalim anymore. The white-haired boy held his glass in his hand and looked at you kinda confused. For minutes you were staring at that wall and he didn't even have a clue why you would do that. Did he say something wrong? Something that hurted your feelings?

Slowly he placed one of his hands on your knee, which caused you to shrug and abruptly look at him. Your eyes scanned his hand and then his face.

"Is.. Something…?" You asked nervously, not sure why the boy touched you.

"You were looking at that wall for at leaaaast 5 minutes or so. Is something the matter? Did I do something wrong?!" He asked, got at the end a little louder and you shrug again. You really hoped that he wasn't too loud and the other students didn't wake up. It was going to be midnight soon so you didn't even know why you were still sitting in the big lounge with the dorm leader.

Maybe it was his invitation he gave you this morning. Maybe it was the big puppy eyes he gave you after you told him you had to do homework. You didn't know it anymore. You only know that you were sitting on one of those soft pillows while Kalim looked at you with mildly worried eyes.

"You did nothing wrong. I was just zoning out a little, you know. Thinking too much" you answered him and smiled gently. He shortly raised one of his eyebrows before he smiled brightly again. A burst of short laughter was also heard.

"Okay good! I was worried I said something wrong or stuff like that"

You shook your head softly before you were looking at that exact same spot again. It wasn't like you didn't want to be at his side, but the later it got the more nervous you were to look at him. You really liked Kalim, you liked everything about him. His happy nature, how freely he talks about everything, how bright his smile gets when he greets you. You really liked him. It was just something so weird about sitting there with him, all alone. Even Jamil went to bed an hour ago and begged you two to sleep early tonight.

You two were still up, and it seemed like you were the only one who got tired with the time. A silent yawn escaped your lips which caused Kalim to tilt his head a little and look at you again.

"Sleepy my love?" He asks with a soft smile and puts the hand off your knee and on your head. You swallowed. You hated it. You hate it when he just casually calls you that. You two weren't dating, so why would he call you like that?

"Kinda… I think I will go to bed" you said trying to suppress the next yawn.

"Saaaaaad" he commented and pouted.

"Come on… we still have tomorrow and if you want I can come back and we can hang again… okay? Don't be sad.." you said gently hoping the boy wouldn't start crying or pouting more. Those lovely red puppy eyes were the death of you.

"I'm not sad about the fact you're leaving, I'm sad because I had plans with you and you just canceled them without asking me."

Maybe there was one thing that you didn't like about Kalim. That he thinks he has the right to decide everything and can take control over the actions of others.

You sighed.

"I'm sorry for canceling them, okay? I will make it up to you. What were the plans? I will make time for them tomorrow" you gently smiled at him. The last thing you wanted was that he would start crying because of you.

Kalim looks at you, straight in the eyes.

"You will make time for them?" You nodded.

He sighs. Tilted his head again and gave another loud sigh.

"You were complaining all day about how stressed you are from all the homework so I wanted to make it up to you and give you a few moments of relaxation"

"You know, if you wanted to cuddle you could just have asked me"

He starts laughing or more like giggling. He brushes his hand through your hair and smiles. His look softened and he played with one of your hair strands.

"I know that I can cuddle with you all the time so don't be silly my love" he smiles

"I was thinking about letting you lay down on all those pillows, free you from that uncomfortable-looking outfit you're wearing, and eating you out. But I guess I have to wait for tomorrow to make you relax" he finished, sounding a little sad at the last sentence. Kalim let go of your hair, took his glass back into hand, and drank.

You stare at him. Confused and everything that would come close to confusion.

"Y-You … what…?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's a really good way to relax, but if that's something you don't really like, I can think of something different. But I at least wanna shower your body with kisses"

"N-No that's not what I… what…"

"Do I need to explain to you what eating out is?" He asks you, looking mildly confused, why you were acting like that. Wasn't it normal to help friends?

You on the other side failed to not get a flaming hot face by that point. How could he talk so casually about topics like that?! And again, you two weren't even dating!

"It's okay, really" were the words that got you out of your thoughts. Kalim still smiled, came a little closer, and kissed your forehead.

"I don't blame you, if you don't know it, I mean I can always show you. It's really good, and I would love to see your face while I do that. I think you would look like the most beautiful treasure I could ever happen to have"

"I-It's not that I don't know.. it's.. just… why.. you.. we…?"

A peal of short laughter escaped his mouth before he strokes your cheek.

"You're so adorable, I already remember why I like you so much. Come on, you wanted to go to bed right?" He stands up and reaches his hand out to you.

"I'm really excited about tomorrow. And don't you dare to cancel my plans again, you need to relieve some stress and I just want to help you"

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ghostie-the-haunted · 2 years

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Oh You Got Trouble, Right Here In Boatem City

Summary; Grain might be going insane. He wasn’t too sure, mostly trying to fight off sleep. Yet the phantoms kept laughing and the villagers were speaking English. Plus the moon was only getting bigger and bigger everyday. So, maybe he needed a bit of a break…..thankfully Mumbo is there for his friend

A/N; Hermitcraft be Pog sooo fic. Also this fic was written weeks before the end of the season sooooo yeah. Plus ummmm first agree fic……as I myself am a age regressor and kinda wanted to make this on based on agree. Last bit to add, sexualize this and your knees are mine. And if this ain’t your thing just leave, don’t be rude. Also this isn’t proof reed at all soooo sorry about that

!!WARNINGS!!: (incase). Mention/implementation of sleep deprivation, mention and usage of a pacifier, mentions and usage of sippy cups/bottles

The world was blurring too quickly and spinning. The feeling of sickness washed over which he wished would stop. As well as unable to control the sudden twitches and jolts. He whines as he tries to stable everything within his body. As surely that would work to stop the weird feelings as he needed to work. He needed to stay focused as the world might die due to the moon. He had to solve it, he has to fix it. And mostly the cult was in a way helping calm him a bit. Yet he also figured that’s the point of cults…..

He shock his head, trying to get to his villagers spoke English. Saying how much he needed sleep, saying how he looks so tired. One of them right in front of him said the phrase as the others did and got a high whine. That made them be silent for a moment as he left, which soon after speaking again. Which he could still hear as he walked up the long staircase. He wished they would stop, he knows it’s rude to think that. Yet, it was hurting his head as much as his eyes hurts.

The phantoms laughed at his plight as he struggled to calculate the moons new size. One of them bitting his shoulder getting a yelp from him. He normally would scream at them and they would leave. However, he felt such sudden emotions he cried. He felt too much at one and just cried as the phantoms laughed above him. Mocking his pain as his eyes burned more and head pounded louder. Shaking silently until the moon slowly descended with the early morning light blinding him.

Mumbo wouldn’t call himself a regretful person. More so, he considered most of his action reasonable by one way or another. However, the Mooners he did regret. He didn’t think Grian would take action, nor but the ban on beds. He didn’t think he was serious to go though with now close to four weeks with no sleep. Yet, it seemed he always is proven wrong by the man. Being too stubborn to not take the demands of the moon but still skeptical by trying to find reason for its rapid size.

Today Mumbo was going to check on Grain. As it seems the delirium was finally catching up to him. He couldn’t balance himself, often using his wings to help stable himself. He couldn’t form words at times or forgot he even spoke. Once tell Scar how much of a greed man he was without a second thought. Which, admittedly many of the Hermits have told him. However, this time caused Scar to be crying for two days. So clearly Grian wasn’t in the best of conditions.

And what is Mumbo but not his best friend! That’s means as his best friend he has to help him get some rest! As most of Boarmen silently agreed to stop listening to the ban. Either taking naps or sleeping through most of the day. Many needing to rest up more due to the lack of sleep. Mumbo breaking it first once he heard phantoms laughing which he was relived to hear it wasn’t just him during that secret meeting.

Yet now he was tasked of finding the parrot. As much as he was sleep deprived, he was still Grain. Moving too quickly before anyone could get a word out. Flying too fast or anyone to catch up with him. As well as using his work to keep himself awake which mostly meant he was too engrossed by it. So he went to Midnight Ally first, checking each store for his friend. No sign of him so next was the Observatory. He wasn’t there either, but the disarray of the place spoke volumes. As much as Grain wasn’t good at storage he at least was able to keep tidy. Which meant things were only getting worse as Mumbo kept looking. Next was the G-Train which baron with dust coving the cars and spiders now living inside some of them. Meaning he wasn’t working on it anymore and left the project in favor of Midnight Ally to keep busy.

The last obvious place was his house, which turned up empty. Which he did stop at to grad some things he might need for later. Using the space in his inventory to keep all the items safe until he found his friend. He then went to his villager trading hall, which that and his farms are the last places to look before looking on the rest of the server. Once there he heard a villager talking with a whine following after it. Ah, so he was here.

Mumbo followed the voices until seeing Grian and the farming villager. He was trying to buy carrots it seemed as he whined again. Rubbing his eyes with one hand and the other of his ear, “Grian?”

A yelp as the parrot looked over at him, “Oh! Hello Mumbo! Didn’t hear you! What’s up?”

“How about we go back the surface first before I speak to you, alright?” a look of fear formed at that question. Grain learned over time the “safest” places was the villager hall and Midnight Ally. Which even then the ally wasn’t fully safe during the night due to the phantoms. That drove him more insane then listening to a villager speak about the meaning of fish. As well as the fear that spiked through him as he watched the moon grow with no answers in sight. The shakes didn’t help either and the sudden floating. Causing his panic to spiral further which is why to him underground was better at this point.

“What time is it? It isn’t night is it?” he asked frantically as Mumbo looked concerned.

“It’s only four pm, we have time before the moon shows up. It’s alright, how about we head back to my house, yeah?” Mumbo asked softly as Grain looked reluctant, “Can make you some tea as well. Nice warm tea on a chilly day sounds good. I mean to me it sounds prefect with a fire too. Don’t you agree?”

Grain slowly nodded as Mumbo gave a warm smile. Offering a hand that was taken quickly. Grain sticking close to his side as they walked, yawning most of the way which he didn’t comment on. Not yet, as the walked to his house. It really was lovely, as well as huge. Grain liked it a lot, liking that he could run around a lot when he felt the zoomies. As most other times he has them the other Hermits get worried so Mumbos place was nice to have that freedom.

Besides that it was comfy. As much as he and the others ragged on Mumbo for the whole hippie vibe, none of them could deny the comfort of a open home and millions of pillows and blankets. Even having a hole in the floor that was similar to a nest which he used more then once. His brain screaming to make a nest upon seeing it, but held off. Making a nest meant sleep, and sleep was bad.

Silently Mumbo watched the debate inside his friends head. Seeing the slight twitch that meant either nesting or zoomies. He just kept walking with Grain close to his side. Curling closer inside himself as they walked, heading to the kitchen. Mumbo let go of his friend in order to make the tea. More so making sleepy tea behind his back which he wouldn’t notice. Was it sneaky? Yes. Would it help in the long run? Yes. Soooo logically this was a good idea to him.

Grian sat himself down at the table. Seeing the kitchen now having many plants and vines around. If he didn’t know any better he would assume it was apart of a forest. He giggled slightly at that idea, as Mumbo doesn’t belong in a forest! At least potato man didn’t as he would be eaten before nightfall. He giggled even more as wings flapped happily. He did like the vines and planets littering the kitchen and most of the house. He felt calmer and slowly dipping into that soft fuzzy feeling. Humming softly to himself as he slowly fell into the feeling as he giggled a bit more. Not fully knowing the reason but it didn’t matter! He felt sweet and calm, that’s all that matters.

Mumbo listened to his giggles but didn’t say anything. He normally was giggly when tired, so it made sense as the tea was prepared. Mumbo decided to make lavender tea as Grian normally got sleepy drinking it. Mumbo on the other hand, it didn’t affect him. However when turning to check on his friend he had to hold back a coo. His eyes were wide and full of wonder, silently in his own little world. That only meant one thing, and Mumbo thanked his past self for grabbing stuff earlier incase. He chuckled softly as the other noticed him now. He giggled again and his wings lightly flapped in response.

“What’s so funny, hm? Do I look funny? Oooor is there something that you haven’t told me?” the question just got more giggles. Those ones becoming squeaky and higher pitched as they went on. He was clearly falling deep and deeper into headspace. Which honestly it had been a while since Grain went into littlespace, and he kinda missed his little bridie, “Such a silly boy.”

Another round of giggles before Mumbo looked back at the tea. It was close to finishing, so he began to look around for a few other things. Meanwhile, Grian felt the drop of headspace. His giggles stoped for a moment as his eyes went wider, and he felt so small. He whined lightly and curled up as much as he could in his chair. He felt weird, which could be explained by him not regressing in a long time. Even more so due to the moon getting bigger. However, he felt weird and whined a bit louder at the feeling. He looked around and saw Mumbo. He would know what to do!

“Mum….?” the parrot asked softly. This earned a chuckle from Mumbo. So he finally fell into headspace. In the end it would happen but he didn’t think it would take this long, “Small……”

“Oh really? How old are we?” two fingers were given. A soft smile was given back, “Such a small boy, aren’t we? How cute! What’s up, little bridie?”

“It fwel weird……nu wike….,” he frowned at those words. Then thinking about it a bit more, it must have been so sudden to Grain. Having not been in headspace in so long and being so tired. The combination must have been making the feeling weird to him. Mumbo hummed out for a second before remembering the tea kettle.

Placing it off the stove was first, grabbing Grians sippy cup and bottle. Looking them over as well as the information on his headspace. Going with a bottle in the end as he assumed he would slip lower. The bottle itself was covered in animals with a soft red color for the plastic. Mumbo filled it up with the finished tea and put to the bottle into his inventory. Now it was task of making Grain comfortable.

“Hey little birdie, let’s go get comfy, yeah? Maybe that will help you feel better,” Mumbo said, being careful as he lifted Grian up and placed him on his hip. Grain hummed happily with being picked up, resting his head on Mumbos shoulder. The slight bounce making him happy as they walked, and he was soon placed down. He whined loudly getting a chuckle, “It’s alright don’t worry.”

He didn’t understand as Mum wasn’t holding him! He was being mean! He let out a chirp that basically said that. Mumbo rolled his eyes as he gathered a few other things, “Hold on, little one.”

No! He didn’t want to! He whined again and started to make chirping sounds again. Both because he was mad and then getting lost and doing it for fun. Switching between the two until he was lifted again. He squeaked loudly as his wings flapped a little. Mumbo chuckled and began to sit down, letting the little cuddle in his lap. It was clear he was younger, around one he would say.

Grain then looked around. He was in his nest! Well in reality he was in the resting area in Mumbo’s living room. But he didn’t need to know that, as he chirped again. Mumbo of course arranged it in the way he liked as well as had two soft blankets the little loved once it became sleep time. As well as a plush that was near Grian, a red bird named “Pesky” that was a nice and soft. Even has nice silk feathers. As soon as he noticed them, he picked them up and hugged them.

While the little babbled to the stuffed animal, Mumbo grabbed the remote to switch to a childrens channel and grabbed the bottle from his inventory. Normally he wouldn’t give the little tea, but it was stronger then milk. Even more so when dealing with a little who had been up for a long time.

“Here baby, you want your baba?” he shook it lightly to get his babys attention who looked back with stary and tired eyes. Making grabbing hands at the item before almost downing the whole thing, “Hey no no no, gently. It’s not leaving, don’t worry.”

After Grian listened and drank a big slower, it was gone. The little already looking tired and whined lightly. Trying to stick his hand in mouth which Mumbo quickly stopped, “Ah no no no baby. Here Gri, use this okay?”

He handed a pacifier that was a nice red color that the same as his sweater. It was plane as much as Mumbo would love to add things too it such as some charms he found. Yet it seemed Grain liked it just as it was. The little popped it into his mouth and looked so much lore relaxed. Making grabby hands at Mumbo before cuddling him.

It didn’t take long until the little was asleep. Curled up into Mumbo as he held Pesky close as well. He knew when Grian was big again he would be upset, yet it was needed. Besides one day without no sleep or research would hurt him. If anything it would help in the long run. As well as a small part of Mumbo was relieved to know his friend was safe and sound. Finally taken care of and calm during a wild time on the server. He was sure Grian would understand….

*B O N U S*

When the light streamed through the window it hurt his eyes. He whined and cuddled closer to his pillow. Humming at the warmth, but soon found it had a heartbeat. He frowned at that and woke up a bit more. Now feeling the pacifier in his mouth and Pesky in his arms. Find out soon that the heartbeat belonged to Mumbo who was passed out still. He didn’t like he missed another day of research, however he might be happy about the rest. And maybe if he went back to sleep still with his pacifier and stuffie, cuddling Mumbo closer to hear his heartbeat……no one else needs to know that. Humming happily as he closed his eyes again….

#mcyt agere #cg!mumbo #little!grian #takes place during season 8 before moon caused end of the world #mcyt age regression

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honeytae · 3 years

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I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces.

hi my loves! this is just a very very soft piece revolving around the reader having a bad day and jimin being the thoughtful sweetheart he is. but like, if i’m honest, it was just an excuse to write tooth rotting fluff for our sweet angel jimin lol i hope you all enjoy it :) tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @jjlovr2015 genre: fluff

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Jimin’s clutch on the wooden spoon loosened at the sound of a key entering the lock on the front door, eyes darting from the pot on the stovetop to the digital display of the time, confirming that you were home from work with the familiar order of numbers in front of him.

Leaning over the top of the pot to sniff at the meal he’d been working on, he pulled away with a single nod to himself, deeming it good enough for you to eat after your long day. Already having an inkling that it had not been your best, he was fully prepared for you to come home in search of some rest and relaxation.

And it seemed he was right; it was clear that you were not in a good mood.

It was clear from the loud huff past your lips as you slammed the door behind you and the thud of your bag making impact with the hardwood floor echoing throughout the apartment, further proving his suspicion that today has completely sucked for you.

It was hard to miss the hunch of your tensed shoulders as you walked into the kitchen to join him, the loose wrap of your arms around his slim waist and lazy peck of your lips to his back making him frown sympathetically.

“Hi, dove.” He cooed at you, stretching his arms behind him to wrap around your body, neck straining as he tried to get a glimpse of you to no avail.

You mumbled an incoherent greeting back to him, nuzzling your face further into his body as you closed your eyes.

“Bad day?” He asked gently, hearing you sigh behind him at the question.

“How’d you guess?” You mumbled tiredly into his shirt, Jimin swiftly turning around in your haphazard grip to face you.

“Your texts kind of gave it away. You didn’t sound like your usual self.” He frowned, you humming as your shoulders raised in a tired shrug.

“We don’t have to talk about it, baby. Just wanna make you feel better, you know?” He tipped his head adorably, looking much like a puppy with his wide eyes eagerly awaiting the release of your true emotions.

“Thank you.” You whispered softly, leaning in to plant a kiss to his soft cheek, a noticeable quirk in the man’s lips at the action.

“Now, what can I do to help?” He asked softly, genuine in his ask as he stared at you, surveying every dampened feature with a sad gleam in his eye.

“Can I just have a hug?” You smiled shyly, Jimin beaming as he quickly wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as you set your arms over his shoulders, folding them behind his neck with a grin.

“I can do that.” He replied happily, feeling your previously tensed shoulders sag more and more with each moment in his arms.

You sighed into his neck as you nuzzled into the warm skin, the comforting feeling of his hands soothing up and down your spine causing you to go lax in his hold.

“You always give the best hugs.” You exhaled, Jimin chuckling as he dropped his lips against your shoulder in a quick kiss.

“You know, Taehyung says that as well. I think you two are trying to give me a big head.” He joked, pulling you in tighter with his hands pressed to your back.

You laughed at his words, moving your face so that your forehead was pressed to the center of his chest, fingers on his neck lightly tracing over the hair at his nape.

“Thank you.” You repeated, Jimin humming in response before he pressed repetitive kisses to the side of your head, the way his lips puckered against your hair over and over again nearly causing you to melt in his grip.

“Of course.” He responded, pulling back slightly to look at you with a soft smile.

He seemed to be studying your face, assessing the emotions written in your expression with a concentrated gaze.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna cry.” You chuckled, Jimin scoffing with a roll of his eyes as he locked his arms around you tighter, leaning his forehead onto yours.

“You can cry. You can always cry with me.” He smiled warmly at you, the giggle escaping your lips making his eyes shine at you in adoration.

“I know.” You responded softly, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pursing against your cheeks, moving up to plant gentle kisses to your tired eyelids.

“I just want to make you feel better. And sometimes crying is the perfect way to do that.” He shrugged, causing you to gently smile at him before pressing your lips to his.

“You’re cute.” You explained the sudden action, Jimin’s cheeks darkening at your words as he tried to suppress a smile at the unexpected praise.

With a final peck to his bottom lip, you began to pull yourself back from him, although not fighting the reassuring gesture of Jimin’s fingers entangling with your own.

“I’m alright, Chim, just tired. I should start dinner, though. Can you grab the frying pan that I bought last week? I’ve been trying to use it but haven’t gotten the chance and-”

“No, no, I made dinner.” He stopped your rambling, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the words as you shot him a confused look.

It wasn’t that Jimin was a bad cook, per say. He was no michelin trained chef, that was for sure, but he was decent enough.

The thing with Jimin was that he liked companionship. Every experience was heightened if he got to do it with you, so almost all nights that he made dinner, he waited for you so that he could cook while chatting to you about your day as you sat across the room from him, fondly watching his every move.

The majority of the time, you ended up helping him, as there were common mishaps that often left him in need of some guidance. “How long was I supposed to leave that on for?” and “When did that start boiling?”, each question causing you to get up and stand beside him at the oven, helping him transfer the pots with a gentle smirk.

This was new.

“I don’t know, it might suck, but I just didn’t want you to have to worry about cooking and I just kinda wanted to take something off your list and, yeah,” He finished his rambling, gesturing with a throw of his hand to the dish behind him on the stove, you curiously leaning over to look at the food you’d completely missed upon entering the room before pulling back with a gasp.

“Is that- How did you make that?” You asked in shock, completely astonished at the pot sitting atop the burner, not only something Jimin had never made before but something you hadn’t even attempted to make yourself.

Your favorite childhood dinner.

“I, well,” He hesitated, smiling bashfully when you raised your eyebrows at him and his stuttered speech, “I kind of got the recipe from your mom.”

And you swore in that moment, if you hadn’t been completely head over heels for the man before, you were definitely fully whipped for him now.

“You,” You paused, entirely endeared as he shuffled nervously in front of you, your expression unreadable as you opened and closed your mouth in a loss for words.

Jimin’s utmost consideration and love shined through in many, many ways. But this gesture was a whole new level.

You couldn’t imagine how long he’d spent making it; it was a classic family recipe, and even your mother, who’d perfected it decades ago, couldn’t get it done and ready to eat for a few hours.

“Okay,” you started, feeling tears prick at your eyeballs as you looked at the dish, switching your focus from the stove top to your boyfriend whose eyes softened immediately at the sight of your eyes welling up with unshed tears.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to cry, but now you’re being really fucking cute and I don’t think I can hold it back anymore.” Your voice wavered as you spoke, immediately putting Jimin into action as his arms pulled you into his chest.

“Oh, dove. I love you.” He soothed into your hair, pressing a kiss to the spot as your tears spilled out onto his neck.

You didn’t even know how long you were standing there in his arms, concentrating on the circling of his palm on your spine in order to comfort yourself.

His whispered small assurances to you slowly coaxed your tears to stop falling, picking your head up from his chest and meeting his big brown eyes, slightly creased in worry as he cupped your face, tracing his thumbs over the skin underneath your eyes.

“What happened today? You wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, worry etched into his features as your back shook underneath his hand in your effort to control your cries.

Jimin’s eyes eagerly locked with your own in a way that told you he was trying to get you to let him in, studying your irises as if they would relay all your problems to him.

“Maybe later. I just wanna be with you right now.” You pouted, Jimin nodding in understanding before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You nearly caved into another sob as he moved his hand from your spine to your face, fingers gathering the strands of hair that had stuck to your wet cheeks and soothing them back behind your ears.

The sweet gesture had you tearing up again, sniffling back the salty liquid threatening to spill over your cheeks again as Jimin gently scratched his fingernails against your scalp.

“Shit, I got your shirt wet.” You mumbled as your eyes locked onto the dark patch on his t-shirt, Jimin scoffing at your words as he widened his eyes at you.

“Is it my shirt we should be worried about right now?” He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement as you nodded adamantly.

“Yeah. That’s expensive.” You justified your answer, Jimin rolling his eyes with a fond smile as he pulled you into another hug.

“You’re silly.” He kissed your temple, beginning to sway you slightly side to side.

“Chim.” You mumbled softly, the man humming in response.

“Do you know how much I love you?” You pulled your head back, Jimin’s eyes softening at your words, hand resting underneath your jaw so that his thumb could swipe across your chin affectionately.

“I do. But I love you more.” He replied childishly, your sigh of annoyance causing his giggles to fill the kitchen.

“Seriously, Jimin. Thank you so much.” You spoke genuinely, Jimin smiling as he nodded with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

“Let’s get you fed, angel.”

Reaching for a plate, he scooped a portion out onto it, gently handing it off to you. You surprised him with a kiss to his cheek in thanks, smiling at the skin heating in a blush before you turned around to sit on one of the chairs placed at your kitchen island.

“I’m too lazy to set up the table.” You explained as you sat down with a huff, grabbing your fork as Jimin carried his own plate to where you sat.

“This works, baby.” He reassured you, taking the seat next to you and leaning his cheek on his palm in order to watch you scoop up a forkful, his eyebrows nervously shooting up as you raised it to your mouth.

He waited expectantly for your review, eyes surveying you as your mouth began to move in chewing motions.

You hummed around the food in approval, eyes widening in surprise before a closed mouthed smile spread across your cheeks.

“Jimin, this is amazing. Are you sure my mom didn’t make this? Holy crap.” You said, gathering another forkful as Jimin blushed at your praise.

“Is it really?” He wondered, you responding by putting your full fork at his lips, his mouth parting to allow you to feed him the dish he’d worked so hard on.

You waited for his reaction as he took the food off of the fork, bobbing his head from side to side as he chewed, swallowing with a shrug.

“Not bad.” He commented modestly, your eyes widening as you shook your head, negating his answer.

“Not bad? Jimin, this is just like the original. You’re amazing.” You said, the man’s cheeks once again glowing red at your praise before turning his face to plant a kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing.” He emphasized, eyes looking deeply into your own in an attempt to plant the compliment in your head.

With a sigh, you ducked your head to his neck, kissing the spot of skin underneath his ear in a silent response to his words.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Chim.” You mumbled, his arm wrapping around your back as he soothingly ran his palm along the expanse of your spine.

“You’ll always have me, dove. I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces.” He replied softly, smiling at you when you lifted your head from his shoulder.

“Thank you.” You whispered, Jimin playfully tapping the tip of his pointer finger against your bottom lip in response.

“Alright, now eat up. I have to call your mom after this to properly admire her hard work.”

You giggled at that, turning back to your food and obediently picking up your fork to continue eating, Jimin mirroring your actions.

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shotofire · 3 years

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Dream Catcher

•LEVI ACKERMAN x READER

•Overview: In which you own a stand to sell dream catchers, and Levi takes an interest in the concept

•Warning: Cursing, angst, mentions of sex, descriptive gore

•Season: Not specified

It had been going on for weeks now. Levi Ackerman would wake up pretty much every night covered in sweat and breathing so fast as if the air might run out. Nightmares were nothing new to him at this point. They came and went, but it had been a few years since they’d been this bad.

He wasn’t sure what had triggered the dreams. A mission hadn’t occurred in almost two months believe it or not. The reoccurring nightmares were always the same, down to the details. It started with him in a beautiful field filled with flowers, and the sun was warming his skin.

The peace in the beginning was always short lived, and soon he’d hear a terrified scream erupt behind him. The mood of the fresh air would change immediately, and everything around him had changed in the blink of an eye. Instead of a field filled with flowers it was a field scattered with dead bodies. It seemed to go on for miles, bodies covered in their own blood.

Scream after scream filled the air leaving no room for silence. He would watch as titans snatched up his friends and chewed their body parts like candy. He wanted to help them and he was skilled enough to do so, but his feet couldn’t move.

Everyone would be screaming his name and begging him for help. But the ground acted as if it were glue, keeping him in place as he watched everyone die. Every last person in the field would be ripped apart at ease, leaving him the last one alive. Tears would be streaming down his face as he saw the faces of everyone he cared about with fear struck expressions that would stare back at him.

The titans wouldn’t pay any mind to him. He’d be left alone with no one to care about, no one to love. Even though Levi would die before he admitted it, his greatest fear is to be alone. It’s not the fear of dying that leaves him paralyzed, why would he be scared of the inevitable? Being alone is avoidable and a more logical fear in his opinion.

Once a titan looked at him with a gut wrenching smile he’d sit up in his bed at full speed. His shirtless chest would be hot to the touch and sticky with sweat. There had been a few times he’d woken up with dried tears on his cheeks, or still in the middle of crying.

He pushed it aside at first thinking they’d just go away on their own and he’d be fine. None of his nightmares lasted more than a solid week because he’d find someway to get over them. But once it hit almost a month he was beginning to worry. His lack of sleep was catching up to him, and the bags under his eyes were prominent.

Hanji had bugged him about it for about a week now. She constantly pointed out his dark circles and how slow he was starting to move. The women went as far as to call him ‘an old man’ just so he may tell her what’s going on.

“You look older today,” she whispered in his ear, as he drank some coffee, causing him to jump in surprise.

Levi rolled his eyes once he knew who it was. She just never seemed to go a minute without saying something. He’s been in the dining hall for maybe an hour and she’d already insulted him five times.

“Maybe it’s because i’m getting older,” he grumbles in annoyance.

She sits across from him with a loud thud. Her hands immediately reach across the table to grab his wrists which nearly causes him to drop his coffee. The man didn’t even have the energy to ask what the hell she was doing. Her eyes began scanning his face swiftly, taking in every detail.

“When was the last time you had a good nights sleep?” She asks before letting her tight grip on his wrists go.

He scoffs as if what she was talking about was way off. She basically jumps across the table to smack her palms on either side of his face, squishing it a bit. He grabs her wrists to move her grip but it’s no use, he was too tired and she was far too determined.

“I heard you gasp in your room last night when I was going to get a drink,” she says with narrowed eyes, “and I know you aren’t getting laid so it had to have been a nightmare.”

His mouth hands open at the somewhat insulting words that came out of Hanji’s mouth. How would she know he wasn’t getting anything? He pushed his eyebrows together in a knot and wanted to tell her to fuck off, but he kept himself together.

“So what if I did, it’s not a big deal,” he mumbles and she finally lets go of his face.

“It kinda is a big deal if it’s been going on for weeks,” she says while waving her hands in the air, “eye bags like those don’t form over night.”

He looks down at the wooden table so she’ll stop pointing out and looking at his sleepy features. He’s fully aware of how bad he looks but he’s too stubborn to get help. Hanji knows of Levi’s ways and that’s why she’s trying to annoy the hell out of him. She thinks if she bothers him enough he’ll seek help just for her to leave him alone.

“I know a way your nightmares can go away,” she says with her tone laced in excitement, “get a dream catcher!”

The man had never heard of a dream catcher. For a second he thought it was a drug, he wouldn’t put it past Hanji to try something ‘in the name of science.’ His confused features become prominent and she realizes she should probably explain what this dream catcher is.

“About a month ago I was having this awful dream and it kept going on and on. So I went into town to see a doctor for some strong sleeping medicine and then I saw this colorful sign that said,” she stood up to show how big the sign was, “dream catchers for sale!”

Levi was still beyond confused at this point. And his annoyance with how much energy she had this early in the morning was growing. He just wanted to walk away and get some paperwork done, and then hopefully be able to fall asleep without disruptions. Deep down he knew the dream was just going to happen again.

“The girl there will explain it to you, she will do a lot better job than me, but basically they get rid of your bad dreams,” the smile on her face was huge.

That’s when Levi became interested. So all he didn’t to do was get a dream catcher and this would all go away? It seemed easy enough. Hanji noticed the way his shoulder perked up and her smile only grew.

“It’s right next to that little tavern I forced you to go to with me that one morning, and it’s impossible to miss the sign,” she beams, “also the girl is cute, so you may leave with another prize.”

She wiggles her eyebrows and Levi can’t help but roll his eyes at the crazy women. She stands up quickly before strutting out of the room feeling victorious.

“Thank you Hanji,” Levi whispers just enough for her to hear.

“You’re welcome,” she sings back.

He’s left alone with his thoughts. Was he really going to go see whatever the hell Hanji was talking about? When it comes down to it she didn’t explain what it looked like or if it was a damn drug. He really was going into this blind, but his need for sleep was far too high to not atleast check it out.

Going into town wasn’t his favorite thing to do whatsoever. Most of the time he wouldn’t be seen walking around. Hanji would have to beg for hours, sometimes days, for him to leave base with her. In all the years of knowing him she’d only succeeded a handful of times.

Yet here he was walking through town with his hands stuffed into his pockets. It was rather noisy and crowded, which is what he hated the most. The sun was shining and children were out playing, running in the streets like no one else was around. He had nearly ate shit when a little girl ran infront of him as if he wasn’t there.

“I’m gonna go crazy,” he mumbled to himself.

Right as he turned the corner he saw that sign Hanji had described to him. Swirls of pink, purple, and blue were painted onto it and white block letters spelled out ‘Dream Catchers For Sale!’ His eyes observed the little stand and watches as a women handed the young girl money with a big smile on her face.

Once the women walked away and no one was occupying it he began making his way in that direction. The girl had turned her back before he’d gotten there, he could only guess she was putting away the money. When she turned back around her eyes widened and she jumped at his presence. The girls cheeks heated up as soon as she realized what she did.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t hear you come up and got a bit startled,” she says nervously.

Levi half smiles at the girl, and he kinda surprised himself with his own actions. He finds her awfully cute which he didn’t see coming. It had been a few years since he admitted to finding someone attractive. He looks behind her to see some sort of art, maybe, hanging on nails imbedded in wood. The girl had gotten a big slab of wood and painted it with the same colors as her sign.

“How can I help you?” She asks with a warm smile that makes his heart skip a beat. What the hell is going on with him right now?

“My uh,” he thought for a second, “my friend told me about this thing called a dream catcher. I wanted to get one possibly.”

She smiles and nods, happy to help someone.

“Well i’m (y/n) and i’d be glad to help you,” she beams.

Levi can’t help but abserve her beauty, and her name had a nice ring to it. She turned around to grab one of the objects hanging on the wall before bringing it back to him. She sets it down on the small table infront of her so he can get a better look.

He observes the object and found it rather interesting. There was a large circle at the top, appearing to be made out of wood, that had red string wrapped around and across it to create abstract patterns. More red string hung off the bottom of it, and at the end of those strings were white and grey feathers.

(y/n) watches as his eyes scan over it in curiosity. She loves the looks on people’s faces when they take in every detail of her hard work. He then looks up at her to see she’s looking at him, and his heart beat increases a bit.

“I’m Levi by the way,” he says, “And i’m guessing this is the so called dream catcher?”

She didn’t expect the stranger to tell her his name but she was glad he did.

“Nice to meet you Levi, and yes it is! Would you like me to explain the dream catcher a bit?” She says excitedly with her same smile that got prettier by the minute.

His answer comes in a nod.

“So, a dream catcher is supposed to prevent you from having nightmares, and it’s the healthy option too. Getting medicine you know little about can be dangerous and have negative effects,” she explains.

Levi can’t help but watch the way her lips move and eyes light up. She was rather endearing and knew how to keep your attention with her sweetness. He could tell she found joy in helping people, and he found that admirable.

“It’s not proven to work so don’t come yelling at me tomorrow if you still struggle to sleep,” she giggles, “it’s more of a positive energy object. If you put faith into it and wish it to work it most likely will, that’s what my grandmother always told me. Plus i’ll be handing it off to you with my positive energy!”

He couldn’t help but smile at how excited her tone was. She was happy to help him, a stranger, with her little creation.

“Basically just keep an open mind and gather up all of your positivity,” she says, “Oh and also you hang it on your wall, preferably near your bed. Even better if it’s above your head.”

She was sorta rambling due to the fact she found Levi extremely attractive. It’d been awhile since a man had found his way to her stand, let alone one who had such perfect features. Sure she’d noticed the bags under his eyes but she knew that was the reason he was here.

“Well uh, i’ll take it. Thank you for explaining to me (y/n),” he smiles softly.

The way her name rolled off his tongue sent a chill up her spine. His voice was so deep and smooth, she wanted to hear it in other ways. She pinched her wrist at the dirty thought that was beginning to creep into her head. This man could be crazy for all she knows.

Before she can tell him the price he’s already digging in his pocket and setting the money on the table. She could quickly tell it was more than what she charged.

“Let me get you your change-“ “No, keep it.”

Her cheeks heat up at his kindness. She was struggling financially right now, not many people found her business appealing.

“Actually,” he grabs more money and puts it with the stack on the table, “I’ll take two more.”

(y/n) can’t help but smile brightly at his actions. She grabs two more for him and puts all the dream catchers in a small basket then sets a note on top that Levi didn’t seem to notice. She hands it off to him and he smiles back at her.

“Thank you so much,” she says with her sweet voice that Levi found comforting.

“Of course,” he says, “I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you if it worked for me, but it’s more of an excuse to see you again.”

Her eyes widen at his words and she’s sure her face reached a shade of red that it never had before. He watches as her features get all flustered at his words and he smirks. This girl truly was adorable and he had to come see her again.

“Have a nice rest of your day (y/n),” he says before turning his back and walking off.

“Y-You too,” she stutters. In that moment she wanted to face palm herself for being such a flustered mess. She’s just met him maybe fifteen minutes ago and he already had an effect of her.

That night Levi hung all three dream catchers on the wall above his headboard. When he went to put the basket on his desk he noticed the small yellow tinted piece of paper laying on the bottom, face down. He picks it up and sees the neat handwriting spread across it.

Thank you for supporting my business!

My positive energy is rooting for you to have a good nights sleep!

Levi smiles at the words, she were awfully kind. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from going to see you tomorrow, even if he had things to do. Her sweat voice range through his head as his eye lids became heavy. He laid down and it only took him a few seconds to fall into a deep sleep.

Tonight was the first night in weeks that Levi slept peacefully. There were no bad dreams, and no seeing his friends die. He’d slept so soundly then when he woke up he was kind of confused. That’s when it hit him, he’d just gotten a full night of sleep with no interruptions.

He stretched his body and it felt amazing. His eyes didn’t feel like bricks in his face, his head wasn’t pounding, and his body felt loose instead of stiff. He looked up at the dream catchers with a small smile on his face. The girls little creation had actually worked, but he thought it was her kindness that contributed to the good nights sleep.

Later that day he walked back to (y/n)’s stand and praised her for his good nights sleep. The blush on her face never seemed to leave the whole time they talked. And Levi couldn’t remember that last time he’d laughed this much during a conversation. If anyone who knew him saw him right now they’d think he was filled to the brim with alcohol. That’d be the only thing they could think of to make his personality do a three-sixty.

Levi ended up asking (y/n) to get coffee with him the next morning. It was the start to a beautiful relationship.

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Trouble in Paradise

Yes, even more Marriage of Convenience AU content! This time, Ford’s lovely wife finally makes an appearance!

Once again, thank you to the folks on the Discord who have been helping me with the development of this AU, y’all rock something fierce. c:

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The front door opened.

“What are we doin’ fer dinner?” a woman asked as she stepped inside. She looked over. Her mouth fell open in a small “o”. “I get the feelin’ that ain’t the question I should be askin’,” she said slowly. Stan raised an eyebrow at her thick southern accent. Orion and Iris, who had been playing with Stan and Ford on the floor, both got to their feet and toddled to the woman.

“Mama!” Iris squealed happily. The woman crouched down to embrace Orion and Iris.

“Hello, my babies,” she cooed, stroking their hair. “Did yer Daddy take good care of you today?”

“No, their Uncle Stan did,” Ford corrected tartly. The woman looked up, confused. “You mistook my twin for me and sent him to our home.”

“I…”

“Angie, do you have any clue how dangerous that is?” Ford demanded, getting up and stomping over to his wife. Orion and Iris scampered to Stan as Angie straightened. “You sent a stranger here. Where our children were.”

“Clearly, he’s not a stranger, if he’s yer twin,” Angie snapped.

“He’s a stranger to you!”

“It worked out, didn’t it?”

“I know you’re smarter than this! You have to understand why your actions were foolish!”

“You were home, right? It was fine!”

“No, I wasn’t home!”

“You-”

“I had to work today.”

“You were still sleeping when I left. I thought that meant-”

“Oh, god forbid I sleep in on the one day I don’t teach until the afternoon!” Ford shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “It’s not like I stayed up late grading papers or anything!”

“Forgive me fer assumin’ that ya wouldn’t leave our children home alone!” Angie screamed. Stan grimaced, growing increasingly uncomfortable.

“You didn’t check with me before you left to make sure I was watching the kids!”

“I thought you wanted yer sleep!” Angie shouted. Orion and Iris buried their faces in Stan’s shirt, whimpering.

Okay, that’s enough.

“Both of you, shut the hell up,” Stan hissed fiercely. Ford and Angie glared at him. “Unless you wanna keep fighting in front of your kids.” Ford’s face went slack. Angie covered her mouth in horror.

“Oh, no,” she whispered. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.” She walked over to Stan and knelt next to him. “Sweeties, it’s okay.” Iris let go of Stan to latch onto her mother. “I’m sorry Mama and Daddy were loud ‘n angry. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Ford crouched next to Stan as well and held out his arms. Orion toddled over to him. Ford embraced his son tightly.

“It’s okay, Orion. Everything’s fine,” Ford whispered. He kissed the top of Orion’s head.

“I can’t believe we fought in front of the kids,” Angie said in a quavering voice.

“They’ll be fine. Kids are pretty tough,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie sat down and looked at him. Her eyes were a bright blue, just like Orion’s.

“I take it yer my brother-in-law.”

“Yep. Name’s Stan.”

“I’m aware.” Angie looked at Ford. “Stanford told me ‘bout ya a few times ‘fore ya ran away.”

“And your name’s Angie, right?”

“Correct,” Angie said with a nod. Her caramel-colored hair, cut into a short bob, danced from the movement. Like Ford, she was dressed professionally, wearing slacks, a blouse, and a cardigan. “Thank you fer watchin’ our children today.”

“Not a problem. I like kids. Always have.” Stan grinned at Angie. “By the way, no offense to Ford, but you’re way outta his league.” Ford sighed. Angie blinked in surprise. A faint flush spread across her cheeks.

“Ah, uh, thank you?” she stammered.

“Stanley, please don’t hit on my wife,” Ford said wearily.

“Fine.” Stan looked at Orion and Iris, then at Angie. Both the children had inherited Ford’s thick, ruddy nose, rather than Angie’s long, thin one. “Maybe your third kid will have your nose, Angie.” Angie’s eyes widened. She glared at Ford, who held his hands up defensively.

“I didn’t say anything, Angie, Stanley just likes to tease me.”

“Hmph.” Angie carefully deposited Iris in Stan’s lap and stood. She brushed off her slacks. “I reckon Stanford didn’t make dinner.”

“I was busy catching up with my long-lost twin.”

“I see.” Angie sighed. “I’ll try to whip somethin’ up. In the meantime, Stanley, I’d like to repay ya fer watchin’ the kids today.”

“When I was checking out the place, I saw a guest room,” Stan said idly. “It’s got a nice, big bed.” Angie managed a small smile.

“Would ya care to stay the night?” she asked.

“Well, since you offered, I can’t exactly turn it down,” Stan replied. Angie laughed, a sound that made Stan’s stomach somersault.

“I like yer sense of humor.” She walked away. In a few moments, the clattering of pots and pans sounded.

“Yeah,” Stan said. He looked at Ford. “You really married up, Sixer. She’s too good for you.” He expected Ford to respond with bluster and frustration, but to his surprise, Ford merely sighed.

“Yes,” he said softly. “She is.”

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“Yeesh.” Stan grimaced at the apple juice that had spilled all over Orion. “Guess the lid wasn’t on tight enough, huh?” Orion giggled. “Hey, Ford?”

“Yes?” Ford called from the kitchen where he was making dinner.

“Orion spilled his juice on him, so I’m gonna change his clothes.”

“Okay, but be sure to use clothes from the dresser by his crib, not the one by Iris’s.”

“You got it.” Stan picked his nephew up and brought him down the hall. It was his fourth day at Ford and Angie’s, and he was already considering just moving in. He liked the consistency of things. Ford and Angie woke up, took care of the kids, then went to work, leaving Stan to watch the kids. In the evening, they had dinner, put the kids in bed, and then went to bed themselves.

Having a proper roof over my head is pretty nice, too. I’ve been living in the Stanleymobile for way too long. Stan pushed open the door to the nursery. He set Orion on the floor and went to the dresser Ford had told him to use.

“And…nothing,” Stan muttered after he had pulled open every drawer, only to find it completely empty. “Hmm.” Stan looked at Orion. “It’s too cold to let you walk around in your diaper.” He crouched down and winked at his nephew. “I’ll get you one of your sister’s things, okay? Don’t tell your Dada.” Orion giggled and stuck his fist into his mouth.

Stan grabbed a soft onesie from Iris’s dresser and brought it over to Orion.

“Don’t fight me on this,” he instructed his nephew. He removed Orion’s onesie and carefully zipped on the fresh one. “There! All done!” Orion fussed loudly. “What’s wrong?” Orion began to wail at the top of his lungs.

Shit!

“Aw, it’s okay, Orion, it’s okay,” Stan said in a soothing tone, holding Orion close. Orion thrashed in his arms, continuing to cry. “C’mon, kid.”

“No! No!” Orion screamed. He squirmed desperately. “No!”

“Hey, hey, you don’t gotta be so upset!”

“No!”

“Stanley, what in the world is going on?” Stan spun around. Ford stood in the doorway of the nursery.

“I put him in new clothes and he lost his mind.”

“Did you dress him in clothes from his dresser?”

“No, but-”

“Damn you, Stanley,” Ford hissed, snatching Orion from him. Ford quickly unzipped the onesie, pulled it off Orion, and threw it onto the floor. “It’s okay, Orion.” Ford gently rocked Orion until his sobs quieted to hiccups. “He can’t wear his sister’s clothes,” Ford whispered.

“Why? He’s not exactly macho.”

“It has nothing to do with gender, it has to do with tactile sensitivity.”

“Huh?”

“Orion is extremely sensitive to certain fabrics. He can only wear clothing made of certain material. Even then, he has to be awake. He won’t fall asleep if he’s wearing anything more than his diaper.”

“…Oh.” Guilt began to spread throughout Stan. “Well, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did!”

“You told me what not to do. You didn’t tell me why,” Stan said. Ford scowled.

“I shouldn’t have to explain myself when it comes to matters involving my children. I’m their father. I know their needs best.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, fine.” Stan crossed his arms. “I’ll only dress him in his clothes, then.”

“Good.” Ford carried Orion over to his crib and carefully set him down inside. “He tired himself out from crying. I hope it doesn’t throw off his schedule much.” Ford sighed. “I need to get back to the kitchen. Please watch over Iris until Angie comes home.”

“You got it.” Stan followed Ford out of the nursery, but veered into the living room instead of the kitchen. Iris stood in the playpen, pouting at Stan. “Hey there, sunshine.”

“Unc,” Iris said in a tone that made it clear she was disappointed with him. Stan laughed.

“You sound just like your dad when you talk like that, you know.”

“Unc.”

“All right, all right.” Stan lifted Iris from the playpen. “I’ll rescue you from the baby jail.” The front door opened. Angie walked in. “Hey, Ang.”

“Stan,” Angie said with a nod. She beamed at Iris. “There’s my lil rainbow!” Iris squealed happily.

“Mama!”

“I sure am,” Angie gushed. Stan handed Iris over to her. “Where’s Orion?”

“In his crib.”

“Already?”

“He had a bit of a meltdown and wore himself out,” Stan explained.

“Oh no. Do ya know why?”

“According to Ford, it’s ‘cause I put him in the wrong clothes.”

“Ah.” Angie nodded sagely. “That’d do it.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. He’s a sensitive little boy.” Angie smiled. “But at least ya know now and ya won’t dress him wrong next time.”

“Yeah…” Stan stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Look, Ang, I gotta ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“Isn’t- isn’t it kinda coddling Orion?” Stan asked. Angie frowned. “He should just deal with wearing clothes he’s not comfortable in. That’s how life works.”

“Stanley, Orion ain’t even two yet,” Angie said patiently. “He’s supposed to be coddled.”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“When he gets older, if it’s still a problem, we’ll address it, try to ease him into other clothes. But right now, he’s too little to understand what’s goin’ on. All he knows is that he’s uncomfortable, in pain, even.”

“Fair enough,” Stan mumbled. He looked down at his feet.

“Stanley.” Stan looked up. Angie was watching him, not with sympathy, but with empathy. “I understand.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” Angie took a seat on the couch. Stan sat down next to her. “Stanford told me ‘bout how yer father was very into tough love.”

“Yeah, he was.”

“That was somethin’ I was worried ‘bout. I was worried Stanford might slip into similar ways of parentin’. But he didn’t. He told me that the second he held Orion and Iris, he knew he couldn’t be harsh or tough on ‘em.” Angie played with Iris’s six-fingered hands, her eyes soft. “I understand that ya have that same instinctive urge to do as ya were raised. But trust us when we say we know what we’re doin’, okay?”

“…Okay.”

“Good.” Angie smiled at him. “‘Cause Stanford ‘n I have been talkin’, and we think that, if yer willin’, we’d like to hire ya as a live-in nanny fer Orion and Iris.”

“Huh?”

“We’d pay ya and let ya stay in the guest room.” A twinkle appeared in her eye. “But only if ya do what we tell ya.”

“Why?”

“The kids love ya. We need childcare, you need a job.” Angie shrugged. “Seems like a win-win sit’ation.”

“You know I’m unemployed.”

“Oh, sugar cube.” Angie put a hand on Stan’s shoulder. “We know ya ain’t just unemployed, we know yer homeless.”

“…Great.”

“But if ya take us up on this offer, ya won’t be.”

Good point.

“I’ll think about it,” Stan said after a moment, wanting to avoid seeming too eager. Angie nodded.

“Good.” Crying sounded from down the hall. Angie sighed. “I better go check on Orion.” She handed Iris to Stan, then kissed his cheek. Stan watched her walk away, warmth spreading across his face.

#idk why this AU has been living in my head rent-free but it has so y'all get some more writing lmao #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Marriage of Convenience AU #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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professional-idiocy · 3 years

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On Thin Ice - pt. 3

Yeah yeah, I’m slow with stuff. In my defense test week was a bitch and math SUCKS. Especially when you have to deal with this sadistic program called ViLLE that’s supposed be “helpful” with teaching math. If you ever see that name run for the hills.

Pt. 1, Pt. 2 - Next

Taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain, @whoopsalittlewhumpy, @uncooly-supreme-whump

TW: Mentions drowning and burns. Colby is a huge mess with a lot of issues with self-worth. Also torture cause Rosa is a bitch

Kevin didn’t know what to think. He was sitting on his couch with a sleeping villain snuggled close. He sighed continuing to pet Colby’s hair. At least he didn’t hate him. If he’d just gotten lost earlier Colby wouldn’t have been tortured for months.

He was in way over his head. He didn’t know anything about treating injuries. He’d just copied something he’d seen on TV! He was severely underqualified for this. He was a journalist, he wrote articles, he wasn’t exactly the best for whatever this situation was.

He needed to think. He had a person who’d been tortured. He had evidence of the injuries and the condition he’d found Colby in. He also had evidence it was a hero who’d done this.

He needed to get a doctor to look at Colby. That would definitely be important. Where would he even find a doctor? Especially someone who wouldn’t mind Colby was a villain…

Selena! That was it. She had a doctor friend who would probably be willing to help them. He took out his phone being careful to not wake up Colby continuing to softly pet his hair.

Kevin frowned when some dried blood got stuck in his hand. It made him feel horrible, his sister had done all this. His sister had tortured someone. It made him feel nauseous. Rosa had always stood up and protected him as a kid, but to do this to another person was horrifying…

Enough.

First, he’ll help Colby, and later he needed to ask his sister to explain why he would hurt Colby. Right now the best way to help Colby was to get a doctor here.

He sent Selena a message. He really hoped it wouldn’t go south.

Hey, I’m a pickle right now. Would your doctor friend be willing to help a villain?

I kinda took one in. He was tortured by a hero. Please don’t tell anyone. He’s really fragile rn. Also tell her I’m also willing to pay

Soon enough Selena responded, easing his worries.

You mean Ellie?

Knowing her she will gladly help, especially if the patient is a villain. I blame “the cat” for that.

I’ll text her number tomorrow once I’ve given her a heads up.

It’s 10pm so try to sleep

Kevin sighed in relief. Everything went well and he was also getting tired. He should definitely sleep while he had the chance. The couch was decently comfortable, and he really didn’t want to wake Colby up. He yawned softly while Colby clung to him, sleeping contently.

Kevin shot up hearing a soft yelp combined with a thud. He scanned the room only to find Colby on the floor trembling while crying.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to fall asleep, a- and I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t mean to. Please- please believe me I’m sorry” Colby begged kneeling on the floor. Kevin frowned muttering curses under his breath. Rosa had done a number on him and he hated it.

“It’s fine, you aren’t in trouble. I know you must be really stressed but believe me you aren’t in trouble” Kevin said as softly as possible, hoping to get a more positive reaction out of Colby, which it did. Well, to some extent. He fearfully waited before sniffing and wiping away tears.

“I’m sorry”

“I know. Do you wanna get onto the couch for me?” Kevin said softly, trying to get the terrified villain to trust him.

“I can stay on the floor, sir” Kevin frowned at that but as soon as he showed even a hint of displeasure Colby seemed to freeze in fear. He quickly scooped Colby up before sitting him on the couch.

“There you go. It’s much better, right?” Kevin asked as Colby nodded still keeping an eye on him, worried he’d done something wrong.

“I’m going to go make breakfast. Do you have any allergies?” Colby shook his head as Kevin smiled softly petting his hair, which he seemed to enjoy a lot. If leaning into the touch was anything to go by. He got up, leaving for the kitchen, doing his best to ignore how sad Colby looked, making him feel like he’d just abandoned a kitten.

He sighed once he was sure Colby wouldn’t hear or see him. This was going to be a lot of work, but Colby was adorable. First, he needed food for both, then get Colby to take a bath, call Ellie and ask if she could come and take a look at Colby.

Sandwiches would do, right? It’s not like he had anything else here, he was supposed to go to the store yesterday, but Colby had kinda ruined that plan, besides he can just order takeout. He smiled at the sandwiches, they looked like crap. He wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but it would have to do for now.

Colby really didn’t know what to think. Kevin had been so nice even when he’d done something wrong. Miss Rosa would’ve never forgiven him for assuming anything. Instead, Kevin had gently pet his hair and now was making breakfast. He really wanted to know how he needed to repay it all.

He jumped back to awareness when Kevin came back with four sandwiches on two different plates. He tilted his head curiously as Kevin smiled handing him a plate. He held onto the plate confused as Kevin sat next to him eating. Colby mimicked his actions before carefully taking a bite out of the sandwich.

He couldn’t help but to smile. It was amazing and tasted so good! He really wanted to repay him already. If he didn’t, he would be horrible and selfish. He gulped the sandwich down before carefully turning to Kevin. He didn’t know what Kevin wanted for this. He froze as Kevin just pet his hair smiling softly. It was nice.

Colby took the other sandwich, carefully trying to stuff it on Kevin’s plate. Maybe Kevin would like it if he gave him the food back? He was full anyway and didn’t deserve this much. Kevin smiled as Colby finally got the sandwich to fit.

“Are you full already?” Kevin asked softly and Colby nodded. He smiled taking the sandwich and putting it back on Colby’s plate, much to his surprise, but he didn’t hopefully let it show.

“You know you can save the sandwich for later. You don’t need to give it to me” Colby let his expression slip into one of surprise before nodding. So that wouldn’t work. He couldn’t just give his food to Kevin. So, he needed to find another way to repay him for the mercy he’d been shown.

“I- I can take care of the dishes” Colby said, trembling softly. He needed- no he wanted to be useful.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it, after I’ve prepared a bath for you and then we’ll check on the wounds” Kevin said as Colby nodded quickly before he could hesitate. Kevin got up leaving for what Colby assumed was the bathroom.

He sat on the couch, mind racing through all the scenarios. A bath meant water and Kevin could use water to hurt him in so many ways. Kevin could hold his head underwater and he knew he was too weak to resist. Cold water could cause shock and hypothermia, but if the water was too hot, he’d be burned.

He deserved it though, unlike the people he’d hurt for Alaric. He was just doing as ordered but he’d hurt people. He didn’t even remember their names or faces. They were all just people Alaric had wanted information from.

Miss Rosa was right.

He really was a monster.

A simple “Are you alright?” broke through his thoughts making him snap into attention. No-one had asked that before. It made him feel warm and fuzzy.

“I mean, you were crying just now” Kevin said softly as Colby blinked before quickly wiping the tears away.

“I’m fine” he whispered weakly as his voice escaped him. Kevin smiled ruffling his hair. Maybe he just needed to be small and cute for Kevin? He did seem to like it when he snuggled close. It that was the case, he really didn’t mind the warmth and closeness of another person.

“Alright then. I got the bath ready, but do you need help? I mean you can barely walk” Kevin asked awkwardly as Colby watched him carefully.

“I can’t put much weight on my legs, but I’ll be fine. You don’t have to waste your time with me”

“Alright” Kevin said picking Colby up who clung to him in surprise “I already prepared everything and left clothes you can borrow” Colby nodded clinging to Kevin in confusion. He didn’t really know what Kevin wanted and it was best to not speculate too much. He knew for a fact Kevin wanted him to be entertaining thanks to Miss Rosa’s clue since he’d be returned when he became boring.

He needed to avoid that.

Kevin sighed taking a sip out of his tea. He really didn’t know a thing about this. He’d called Ellie who’d promised to come tomorrow to take a look and give him some advice. It was reassuring but he really hoped Colby was fine he’d left him to take care of himself. He should be fine, but it still worried him. Colby was practically helpless in his current state.

As soon as he thought that he heard a soft thud just outside the bathroom. He put his tea down on the table rushing to the bathroom only to see Colby on the floor, helplessly looking up at him. He’d never noticed it before due to all the dried blood, but he was way too thin! He was literally nothing but skin and bones!

Was his sister always this cruel?

It was disgusting to think Rosa would do something like this. His thoughts were brought to a halt as Colby looked up at him in terror before beginning to cry and apologize for bothering him.

He looked so small and fragile as the too large shirt kept slipping off his shoulder. Why would Rosa hurt someone like him? He looked so small and young as he trembled looking at him in terror.

Wait, did Colby think he was mad at him?

Shit.

He knelt in front of Colby as he watched in fear of something. This whole situation made him feel terrible, confused, and icky. He needed to do something.

“Shhh, it’s fine you did nothing wrong” he said softly as Colby just kept crying softly still apologizing. He reached out to run a hand through Colby’s hair only for Colby to suddenly cling to him.

“Please, I know I might be a bit troublesome but please don’t give me back to Miss Rosa. I’ll promise I’ll do my best to repay you” He begged clinging to him, Kevin held him close, gently wiping away Colby’s tears as he watched silently in a mix of surprise and fear.

“It’s fine. I’m not giving you back to her, ever” He said as Colby breathed a sigh of relief before snuggling closer to Kevin. He would never let this precious bean be hurt again.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Naka-Choko

2x10

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, smut pretty much i go there a bit btu it’s not super graphic, threesomes, will being hot as fuck

Author’s Note: I spent like this whole season being like ‘do i make the reader sleep with hannibal while will sleeps with margot’ ‘does will not sleep with margot?’ ‘does margot sleep with hannibal?’ and this is the product. I’m not quite sure about it but enough of you were wishing for a little more on Will’s reunion so I did it, I hope you guys enjoy! Ps: I love the sexuality of the reader kinda open, if she engages and such so you can imagine whatever you please!

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary :Will's readiness to go to dark places strengthens his bond with Hannibal -- and garners Jack's attention; Hannibal gives Margot advice about her brother's violent nature.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

(not my gif) (last three gifs are from @/rocktheholygrail)

` The house was still as Will backed up. He held his gun in his hand and you were on the ground beside him. You saw clearly as the window was breaking, shattered all over the ground as the suspect of the last crime scene you had been to in his robotic animal suit.

He attacked Will and you stood up quickly but Will had tossed the gun. You grabbed it off the ground, the dogs behind you growling and barking. Will started to beat the guy to a bloody pulp and you realized suddenly, in the rush of adrenaline why he had tossed the gun. He felt like this needed to be personal.

Will continued to beat him and you grabbed Will from behind. He glanced at you but only for a second as you leaned down, holding the man's hands down as Will stood up a bit before grabbing his neck again and snapping it.

Both you and Will had blood all over you. It had sprayed all over your faces and clothes as you leaned over the dead body. You grabbed Will’s arm and he looked over at you, surprised for a moment that you also had blood on you.

Not a murderer but a murder accomplince. Same difference

You just stared at each other for a moment and you let out a small sigh. You looked down at the lifeless body underneath your boyfriend.

“Did that feel good?” you whispered. Will whipped some blood off your face with his hand which forced you to look back at him. The blood only smudged. He leaned forward and kissed you.

Hannibal’s.

You sat at his dinner table, Will stood at the head, Hannibal at the other head. The body in the middle.

“Consider it an act of reciprocity. One positive action begets another,” Hannibal said simply.

“Polite society normally puts such taboos on taking a life,” Will said cheekily.

“Without death, we’d be at a loss. It’s the prospect of death that drives us to greatness,” Hannibal said. He looked over at you and then back at Will. He smiled a bit, almost proud to see the two of you in front of him. “Did you kill him together? With your hands?”

Will held up his hands, bruised and bloodied. You would have washed them for him if you hadn’t gotten so busy.

“It was very intimate,” he muttered and Hannibal wasn’t sure if he was referring to you and Will or the two of you and Randall Tier.

Will’s hands submerged under warm water. You sat on the counter beside where the boys stood, Hannibal washing over Will’s hands with some epsom salts. The water tinged pink. Will was staring absently as Hannibal treated his wounds.

“Don't go inside, Will. You’ll want to retreat, you’ll want it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rails tempts us when we hear the approaching train,” Hannibal muttered. He applied a salve to the cuts and bruises. “Stay with us.”

Will looked up at the both of you.

“Where else am I going to go?” Will whispered.

“You can go anywhere,” you whispered. Will and Hannibal looked at you. Hannibal was more surprised than Will at how you were handling this. When you killed the judge you were a shock filled crying mess. You were a hollow shell of the person he knew for a few days. This was so different from how you were then.

Perhaps it was because you were with Will, your person. Perhaps you had just embraced yourself now. Either way, he liked it.

“You should be quite pleased. I am,” Hannibal said.

“Of course you are,” Will muttered.

The BAU stared at the disembodied body of Randall Tier. You, Hannibal and Will all looked at it simply, hands shoved in pockets. Jack was there as well although he didn’t know quite as much as you three did. To an extent.

“His killer chose not to dispose of his body, but to display it,” Jack inquired.

“A jarring reminder of deaths’ informality,” Hannibal muttered, looking it up and down.

“Randall Tier was denied a respectable end that he himself denied others,” Jack stated and he was right, in a sense.

“Dissection is disgrace. This is humiliation, a final indignity,” Hannibal said.

“He isn't mocking him,” you said.

“This isn’t disdain. He’s commemorating him,” Will finished.

“This killer had no fear for the consequences of what he’s done,” Hannibal said, eyeing the two of you.

“No guilt,” Will whispered and you looked at him. He was right.

You and Will walked into the room where Freddie Lounds was residing. She had pinned up pictures on the wall with notebook paper beside them. Pictures of Will she had taken, pictures of you that you didn’t even know she had taken. One when you were at the observatory with Will, one when Will was arrested and you were hugging Hannibal.

“I raised the ante on my publishing deal. There’s been movie interest. Hollywood is a fine place for the obnoxious and wealthy,” she stated.

“You’re not wealthy Freddie,” Will quipped.

“I will be. I’m a pariah among journalists because I took a different faith. But I’m putting that faith in you Will.”

“Let’s talk Chesapeake Ripper. Frederick Chilton. Who knew?” Freddie said as she put the record button on the recorder.

“Who knew,” you muttered.

“No one did. Nobody would. Not even you two and you’re both one for theories. You were both so certain the Chesapeake Ripper was Hannibal Lecter, so much so Will tried to kill him.” Will and you stayed close to each other.

“You neglected to say ‘allegedly’,” Will stated.

“No I didn’t.” She glanced over at you. “Dr. Lecter is your boss and your psychiatrist. What’s up with that?” she inquired.

“I was wrong about him. That’s what’s up with that,” Will said calmly.

“Maybe you were.” Freddie looked at you in the eyes and you wondered what she would say about you in her book about Will. “Maybe you weren’t.”

“Chilton was the Ripper,’ you said simply, despite not believing it. The recording beeped red.

“The Chesapeake Ripper had surgical skills Frederick Chilton did not.”

“They had the same profile,” Will said.

“Except Dr. Chilton was a woeful surgeon. Dangerous, even. I’ve been chatting with his old medical school chums. They say he fled to psychiatry to avoid embarrassment.” Freddie was nothing if not thorough you had to give her that.

“Our story with the Chesapeake Ripper already has an ending Freddie,” you told her.

“Mine doesn’t. Do you really think Dr. Chilton killed Abigail Hobbs? I don’t. Even if I let this story go, i’ll never let that go.”

Will was silent. You were silent.

“Trust me, Freddie,” Will said after a moment. “Neither will we.”

Alana and Hannibal sat on the bed together. Her fingers danced in front of her but she winced at the sounds that she was making. The theremin was unfortunate and nothing she would have tried had she not met Hannibal Lecter when she did.

“Sounds like I’m killing it,” she said laughing a bit. His hand laid on Alana’s arm, attempting to guard her.

“Don’t kill it,” he whispered back at her.

He straddled her. “A theremin is an instrument which can create exquisite music without ever needing to be touched. But it requires a rare gift of perfect pitch to play properly.” He smiled. “Smaller movements. Feel the vibration move through you.”

“Like composing in thin air,” she whispered.

You and Will were at home. You sat in bed together, your head resting on his lower legs as you looked up at him. He was touching your calves with his fingers, causing you to let out small sighs of pleasure. You swirled a half empty bottle of wine. Will took it from your hands and finished it off.

Despite the blanket on top of you the fact that you were naked made Will smile. It made him want to lean forward and run his fingers through your hair. To take you back into his arms despite the fact you had only left them a few minutes before. You were resting now. Who knew a joint murder could bring a couple so close together.

“What do you think Hannibal is doing?” he whispered.

“Best guess?” He nodded. “Sleeping with Alana.” Will let out a chuckle.

“That’s a thing?” You nodded.

“I haven’t told you? Yeah when he couldn’t get me in bed he got her.” He smiled and gripped your arm that was dangling at his side. He played with your fingers.

“I’m proud that you’re not as easy as Alana.”

“Hey, I love Alana. She knows what she wants.” The doorbell rang and you glanced at each other. “Perhaps that’s Hannibal. Maybe he was listening,” you teased. Will rolled his eyes and slipped out of bed. He grabbed his boxers and put them on before grabbing his robe.

You watched him leave the bedroom and then got up, wrapping the sheet around you tightly. Voices floated to your ears from the main rooms.

“What happened to your window?” Margot Verger asked.

“Stag lost in the storm. Came through the window. Got a few scratches getting him out,” Will said.

“I handled most of it,” you teased as you walked into the room. She saw you and raised an eyebrow.

“Have I come at a bad time?” You and Will shared a look and you were just tired and hot enough to shrug.

“No, come on in,” you said with a smile. “Let me grab a robe.” You came back quickly and Marogt put her wine bottle on the counter.

“Are either of you scarred?” she questioned.

“More than I probably know,” Will said. Your breath caught in your throat as you thought about your fingers on those scars, not long before this.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Margot said. You raised an eyebrow and Will looked over at you again.

“I have the wrong parts for your proclivities, Margot,” Will muttered.

“It’s not about proclivities, it’s about trust,” she said.

“It’s good to trust. Better not to,” Will said and his eyes were carefully on the both of you. He was a smart man but he wasn’t sure if he was gauging the situation correctly.

“My optimal level of trust is usually zero. But I trust both of you,” she whispered.

“I don't trust you,” Will said.

“I don’t need either of you to trust me.”

“What do you need then?” you questioned. She walked up to you and started to unbutton her shirt. You raised an eyebrow and your eyes went back to your boyfriend who just laughed a bit, shrugging. You turned to him and he started to take off the top of his robe. You weren’t wearing a bra or anything but you dropped it to your shoulders where you had a few scrapes from over the years.

“Who shot you?” Margot asked Will.

“A friend.”

Margot put her fingers on your shoulder where there was a scrape from when you killed the judge. One of the only fighting back scars you had.

She kissed you. She pulled away and she kissed Will.

A mess of kisses, hands, bodies.

Hannibal kissed Alana and as he lay underneath him he saw you, arching your back and heaving. He kissed her but her hair was not hers it was yours.

Will kissed you as he leaned into Margot. Your fingers touched hers, his hands cupping your face, inside her. Bodies. Breathing. Whispers, finishing.

Hannibal's eyes flashing to yours from miles away. Will’s fingers on your back but arching against Margots.

Finally you lay on your bed again, happily catching your breath. Will laid down beside you and Margot laid beside you.

Hannibal moved to his side in his own bed and instead of Alana he saw you and beside you, Will.

The three of you fell asleep peacefully, Margot and Alana leaving early in the morning.

You opened your eyes and met Will’s already open. You rubbed your vision to be clearer and gave him a droopy, slightly hungover smile. Then you turned to a curious look of confusion.

“Did we have sex with Margot Verger?” you questioned. Will laughed and nodded.

“I believe we did.” You looked up at the ceiling and then back at him.

“Who are we?” you asked, chuckling heartily. He shrugged and draped an arm around you before burying his face in your neck.

“I think the drinks may have helped a bit.”

“Also, how did she find out where we live?”

“She said she looked in Hannibal's things,” he said. You prused your lips.

“The ones I’m supposed to be watching?”

“Those are the ones.”

You paused and then both of you laughed, holding each other for a moment more before you had to get up for the day.

You were walking beside Freddie Lounds. She had called you to chat one on one unfortunately.

“I’ve always admired teachers. Mouling impressionable young minds. But you can only learn so much and live,” she said. You let out an annoyed sigh.

“What do you want Freddie? Your book is about Will, not me.”

“You’re the tag team, you can’t expect me not to add you whenever I can. You’re pure gold. Staying with him through the whole thing, it’s very romantic. I mean come on, everyone calls you the Grahams which I’m sure pisses Hannibal off enough” she said simply.

“If you want to hear about romance I suggest talking to Alana Bloom,” you said, eager to get the talk away from you.

“I’ll make note of that,” she said. “But you know right? You believe him?”

“Know what?”

“Will was right about Lecter.” You gave her a smile and pursed your lips.

“I believe my boyfriend,” you said and left it at that.

You sat at dinner with Will, Alana and Hannibal. An interesting mix of people, considering it all.

“Freddie Lounds thinks the three of you are a paradox. She sees something no one else sees,” Alana said. You wondered what Freddie had said to Alana about you. Likely nothing true although she was more observant than you sometimes gave her credit for.

“What’s that?” Will asked.

“That none of you are the killer she’s writing about, but together, you might be.”

“Freddie Lounds must consider you a bland interview subject if she’s already resorted to fiction,” Hannibal said to Will.

“She won’t be fenced in by something as malleable as the truth. Freddie has no boundaries,” you stated simply, taking a bite of the dinner.

“A person with no boundaries is a psychopath. Or a journalist,” Wil countered.

“Freddie isn’t the only one without boundaries. Your relationships doesn’t seem to know many. Patient, therapist, lover, friend, enemy,” Alana said. You suddenly wondered if she felt threatened by you and Will. You liked the idea of it.

“Crossing boundaries is different than violenating them,” Hannibal said.

“Boundaries are always subject to negotiation. It’s just hard to know where you are with one another,” Alana shrugged.

“We know where we are with each other. Shouldn;’t that be enough?” Will said and you smiled wickedly.

Freddie Lounds did not find you or Will in the house which she was hoping to. She needed an interview with both of you. She walked to the back of the house and to the shed back there, where perhaps the two of you ewre.

Freddie walked forward and found very quickly the suit Randall Tier wore to kill people. She pulled out her camera and took a picture. In the shed she looked around wildly.

Freddie looked up and saw that Will was standing there, walking toward her. She pulled out a gun and raised it to him.

“There really is a very good explanation for all of this,” he stated evenly.

“I don’t want to hear it,” she said shakily.

“You’re not the least bit curious?”

“Get away from the door,” she demanded.

“I can’t let you go, Freddie. Not without hearing what I have to say.” Freddie pulled out her phone. “I know you’re scared. Only have to be scared a little bit longer. Give me the gun.” She fired the gun and missed Will. Behind her you jump out, throwing the gun away and holding a hand over the mouth.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we met,” you hissed. She escaped your grasp and started to run out of the door, hitting call to Jack Crawford.

You, Alana, Jack, Will and Hannibal all stood in Jack’s office. He had just shown off the concerning voicemail he had gotten from Freddie Lounds.

“Freddie Lounds left this message for me three hours ago. Her cell signal dead now. Last call was traced to the nearest phone tower. In Wolf Trap, Virginia. We have her on security cameras at a gas station, filling her car. Six miles from your farm,” Jack said to you and Will.

“Freddie was supposed to interview me. She never showed up,” Will stated.

“Why are you granting interviews to Freddie Lounds?” Jack asked.

“I owed her one,” Will explained.

“SurelY Freddie Lounds has more enemies than Will,” Hannibal reasoned.

“Not in Wolf Trap, Virginia.”

“Will and I were busy all afternoon. Together,” you stated simply. “I think I would have noticed if he decided to kidnap Freddie Lounds. Unless you're insinuating both of us are at fault.” Jack gave you a look but you just crossed your arms.

“We live in the middle of nowhere, Jack. If someone wanted to take her, it’d be a good place to do it.”

You sat at dinner with Will and Hannibal. It was a peaceful dinner. It felt right.

“The meat has an interesting flavor,” Hannibal said. “It’s bracing. Notes of citrus.”

“My palate isn’t as refined at yours,” Will stated.

“Apart from humane considerations it’s more flavorful for animals to be stress-free prior to slaughter. This animal tastes frightened,” Hannibal explained.

“What does ‘frightened’ taste like?” Will asked.

“It’s acidic.”

“The meat is bitter about being dead,” you pointed out.

‘This meat isn’t pork,” Hannibal said.

“It’s long pig,” Will retired. You took a bite and so did Will. Hannibal watched, proud. “You can’t reduce me to a set of influences. I’m not the product of anything. I’ve given up good and evil for behaviorism,” Will said.

“Then you can’t say that I’m evil and Y/N is good,” Hannibal said.

“Y/N isn’t good. And you’re destructive. Same thing.” You took another bite with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Evil's just destructive? Storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and then there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under "Acts of God."” Hannibal smiled. “Is this meal an act of God, Will?”

2x11

#will graham x reader #will graham imagines #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal imagines

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writinginthesecrettrees · 3 years

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John coming home from a week-long hunt. He's tired. His body aches. Luckily nothing major needed to be patched-up, but he still feels like he was "drug through a knot-hole backwards" as the saying goes. All he wants to do is take a shower and collapse into bed. As he approaches the door though he's hears a rhythmic smacking sound coming from the other side. He pauses for moment, listening. The faint sound of whimpering and "Deeeeaaaaan" in that whining voice his youngest has become an expert in comes to him and he shakes his head. Guess he'll have deal with this first.

The boys freeze when John opens the door. Sam is draped over Dean's lap, jeans and underwear around his ankles, his butt already a bright red, and all John can think of is deer-in-the-headlights as they both stare at him for a moment. John closes the door firmly behind himself and cocks an eyebrow at Dean. "Wanna tell me what he did this time?" Dean seems to shake himself out of his shock and clears his throat, pulling Sam a bit closer to him, almost protectively. "He, um, he went to the library after school without asking. Lost track of time and didn't come home till they kicked his ass out. I was worried sick. So..."

John was nodding though. "So, you're teaching him the consequences of his actions." He gets nods in return from both boys and he walks a few steps closer, taking a good look at Sam's rear end. "Doin' a good job there." As he speaks he starts unbuckling his belt, and both boys tense. But he's their father. He always has the final say. "Now Sam," his voice stern, "you get off your brother's lap and go lean over the table so I can finish this up." Neither of them move though and Sam cranes his tear-stained face up to his Dad. "Please.... can I just stay here?" Before John can respond to the strange request Dean is nodding. "Yeah Dad. He's already here." He grips Sam's side more firmly while leaning his torso back a bit, out of the way. "I'll hold him still for you."

Normally John would insist on doing it, every detail, his way. But neither one is debating John using the belt on Sam, just positioning. And well, he can still hit his target as long as Dean stays out of the way. And he really wants to just get this over with and get in the shower. So with a nod he doubles-up his belt and stands to the side a bit. He notices one of Sam's hands moving to grip Dean's leg while the other continues to brace himself against the floor. Without further ado he brings the leather down hard over Sam's ass. The crack is loud in the otherwise silent room, but is immediately followed by a groan from his youngest. Dean grips him tighter and John continues, whack after whack. By the third Sam is squirming but Dean makes sure he stays in place. By the fifth he's breathing hard and jerking forward with every swing. At the tenth, Sam finally lets go with a sob, shuddering from the pain, before he goes completely limp over his brother's lap. Just for good measure John gives him 5 more (to match his age plus one) but Sam just continues crying softly while Dean rubs his back.

Now done with that unpleasant business, John tosses his belt onto the other bed. "No doing that anymore, you hear Sam?" He leans down to grip his son's shoulder and gets a shaking nod in return. "Y-yes ss-sir." Satisfied, John heads toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. You two get ready for bed. Sorry Dean, you're gonna have to share with your brother tonight."

Dean looks up at his dad and gives him a reassuring nod. "It's okay Dad. Don't worry about it."

Once John is in the bathroom and they hear the shower going, Dean helps his brother up off his lap. There's a wet spot on his jeans where Sam's dick had been. "Man, I thought we were busted," he murmured softly. Sam, still flushed from the whole experience nods, wincing as he gingerly rubs his throbbing behind. "Yeah, same. But..." and now he's blushing which just causes Dean to grin. "I... um... kinda liked it." Dean can't help it anymore and pulls his brother down for a passionate, if brief kiss. "Hurry up and clean up." He nods towards the kitchenette sink. "I'll rub some lotion on it before Dad gets out." As he stands he shucks off his own soiled jeans and his t-shirt. It's warm enough, them sleeping in just their boxers isn't that out of the ordinary. Sam grins at him as he steps out of his own pants and heads over to the sink to take care of things while Dean collects both their clothes to put in the laundry duffel.

It HAD been a close call, but it might be something they'd have to replicate again.

In the shower, John stands for a bit under the hot spray, letting it relax his sore muscles. Almost of its own accord his hand drifts downward and before he knows it he's caressing his thickening cock. It's no big deal, he tells himself. He just needs to blow off a little steam, then he'll be able to sleep, no problem. And he tries to bring up mental images of women, of their breasts and thighs and butts. But then he's seeing a smaller butt, turning red, under his belt. And it's got him harder than any of the other mental images he'd had. He doesn't WANT to picture his son but... the sounds he was making. The way he was moving. He knew (thought he knew) there was nothing really to it, that Sam hadn't known how... how alluring he'd looked. Had he realized he was almost raising his ass invitingly for the belt? John finds his release and then stands there, leaning his head against the cool tiles. He berates himself for using THAT while jerking himself off, but can't banish the images entirely from his mind. And he tries to tell himself that as long as it stays strictly between himself and his own hand, it's not that big of a deal.

And he tells it to himself again when he walks back into the room, now dark with the boys in the one bed, Dean's arm curled protectively around Sam. It's no big deal. Dean's always tried to comfort Sam after the boy's been punished, even if Dean was the one who had to do the punishing.

They're alive and they're okay. That's all that really matters, right? (Hope you enjoy! 💜)

oh my god.

Oh my god, you really wrote this and sent it to me and I read it while I was at my mother’s house I’m going straight to hell. I love it so much.

Love the relationship with Sam and Dean, and Sammy so young but fully aware of and into his kink. Love Dean taking care of him.

Love them getting off on daddy fulfilling it without realizing, and John’s reaction is just!!!! Like I feel like he subconsciously noticed how Sam was responding to him, and maybe that’s why he reacted the way he did, but now he’s got all that delicious guilt. And he’ll be thinking of it later, the next time he has to discipline Sam, the next time he sees Dean doing it.

Oh, I love this so much 😍😍😍😍😍

#weecest #daddycest #(light daddycest)#almost caught #things i NEED to explore in writing #<3 #corporal punishment

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bnhaficsforthesoul · 4 years

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Pregnancy Series - Surprise! (2)

You Find Out You’re Pregnant/Telling Him

Shinsou Hitoshi

Hitoshi watched as you paced around the room - your obvious anxiety stressing him out as your generally calm appearance faded. Your period was very late, a lot later for it to be just a normal switch in your period schedule, and the app on your phone had been telling you your period should be coming the following day for a little over a week.

“Kitten, what’s the matter?”

You knew you already discussed this with him and you both decided you were perfectly ready for a baby - but still, it’s a baby! If you’re pregnant, your whole life is completely changing. So it’s normal to be stressed. Along with that, you had taken a few pregnancy tests but they had shown nothing - and with some research you found the best time to take a pregnancy test after a missed period was… now. Which is why in the bathroom there was a test waiting on the counter as you paced the 5 minutes away.

“I’m… trying to figure out something. Don’t worry about it.” He wasn’t all too convinced with your response, but you didn’t want to say that you might be pregnant and get his hopes up if you weren’t actually pregnant. Then, your phone went off, and you speed walked back to the bathroom after a good 2 seconds of being frozen.

“You got this you got this you got this - oh my god.” You were hyping yourself up to look at the test in front of you, and once you did - there they stood - the 2 lines that signified your future. Even with all your previous anxiety, you couldn’t help but feel a weight be lifted off your chest. Now you knew for sure, and the reality wasn’t as scary as it had seemed before.

Hitoshi, who was very confused by your actions, followed you to the bathroom and leaned into the doorway. “What’re you doing?” You jumped a bit, having not noticed him come in as you stared at the test in your hand, but as you went to tell him the good news you were enveloped in a tight hug.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded into his chest, and you saw him bite his lip to hold back a smile as he looked at the test again, “That’s so exciting kitten~”

Bakugou Katsuki

“Well… did you take it? What did it say?”

Katsu had seemed very inpatient to get you pregnant, getting more and more agitated with each time that the pregnancy test showed up negative. He didn’t blame you, it’s not your fault, it’s just you two hadn’t exactly planned around your ovulation cycle and kinda just went at it, so you started at a bad time.

But this time, you had a good feeling. You texted Katsu as he was busy with hero work right now, saying that you were gonna try taking another test and that you’d tell him the results in a bit. He replied with a simple ‘okay’ but you knew he was staring at his phone waiting for your answer.

The 5 minutes went by fast, your phone alarm distracting you from the Youtube video you were watching, and you calmly walked to the counter where you had left the test and looked at the results. And just as your gut had told you - it was positive. Finally, you were pregnant!

So, you called Katsuki, who immediately asked for the status of the test.

“I did~ and guess what?”

“If you don’t say you’re pregnant I’m gonna kill you.”

“Well lucky for both of us, I’m pregnant!”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, the only sound on the phone being the background noises of the city and your occasional ‘Katsu?’ He soon came back to reality however, and let out a choked, “Great - that’s great.”

“Aww, don’t cry baby-”

“I’m not crying! I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

Once he hung up you could help but laugh - poor thing was gonna start crying at work, but you couldn’t blame him.

Todoroki Shouto

While at work - during recess while you were watching all the little ones play around the playground, you suddenly felt yourself get extremely dizzy, and then - you woke up inside your classroom. All your students and a few teachers stood around you, one of the them telling the kids to go back to recess.

“Y/n, are you okay? You fainted suddenly.”

You nodded, already starting to feel better. “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe I was just in the sun for too long.”

“10 minutes? If you passed out from being in the sun for 10 minutes you should go to the doctor. I can bring your class in with mine - do you want me to call your husband to take you?”

“No, no… I’m fine-”

“Y/n - no. Go.”

Sighing, you nodded again, “Fine, I’ll go to the urgent care. I can take myself, no need to worry Shouto.”

As you promised, you made your way to the closest urgent care - it would be a big waste of time but at least you’d see if something was wrong. You arrived, checked in and all that business, and after a good couple hours you finally made it into the office and explained what happened and you just wanted to make sure you were okay. They did all their tests, and now you were sitting there waiting to see if there were any significant results.

“So after looking at your results, it appears that you are pregnant! That’s very likely the cause of your fainting, as otherwise you seem to be healthy.”

Pregnant? You were pregnant? As you left the doctor’s, her having given you a bunch of information to find an OBGYN and all those things, you thought about how to tell Shouto. You considered calling him, but figured he would rather hear the news in person.

He came home late at night - and you in your excitement were standing at the door creepily, scaring him a bit when he walked through the door.

“What are you doing love? Why are you smiling like that?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Shouto stared at you for a second, getting the gears in his brain working after a long day of hero work, and his face lit up into a big smile as he leaned over, cupping your face in his big hands as he kissed you softly. “I promise - I’ll be a good dad. I promise.”

Kirishima Eijirou

You had bought so many pregnancy tests in the past few months due to your eagerness to become a parent - every single morning after you spent it taking a pregnancy test. You had gotten used to the single line appearing on the little piece of plastic however, it seemed luck was not on your side as of late.

That is - until you glanced over the test after hearing your phone signify the 5 minutes had passed, and there were 2 lines. The second was faint, you had barely noticed it when you first looked - but it was there. Two pink lines, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were pregnant!

Running out of the bathroom and flopping onto the couch - you let out a happy scream. Eijirou, who had been happily sleeping all this time, walked out of the bedroom with a raised brow. “You okay baby? What happened?”

“I’m pregnant!!!” As you let out another happy squeal, Eiji excitedly ran over to you, carefully flopping himself down onto you and hugging you tightly. “We’re having a baby!” He was tearing up too - you were both so happy, after trying for so long you had finally managed to get pregnant.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl - I’m fine with whatever. Who’s gonna be the god parents? Ooh, we should probably call your mom-”

Eijirou was letting his excitement overtake him as he rambled on about the baby. You said nothing, instead choosing to watch your husband with a smile.

Amajiki Tamaki

“Bunny, can I ask you something?”

You were lying on the couch, technically on Tamaki’s lap - having been extremely tired lately for no apparent reason - and just watching some Netflix. Tamaki had been worried about you since this sudden fatigue began, it being odd for you to be so tired all of the sudden.

“Sure bub, what’s up.”

He threaded his fingers through your hair, thinking for a moment before speaking. “Well… I was thinking about what could have caused you to be so tired lately, and - well, a symptom of pregnancy is fatigue, maybe thats a possibility?”

That’s true - you had been trying a bit to get pregnant, so you very well could be. “I can go take a test in a bit, after this episode.” You were still tired and didn’t want to get up, but this was kinda important, so you would pick yourself up in a few minutes.

Eventually, the episode ended, and you slowly sat up, ignoring the dizzy feeling in your head as you did so - heading towards the bathroom. “Good luck bunny!” Tama gave you a positive thumbs up and a big smile, obviously hoping that he was right. You smiled back at him and went into the bathroom, digging through the cupboard for the little box that held the pregnancy test.

You sat on the floor as you waited, the cold tile helping to keep the dizziness away. Tamaki had come to sit with you once you were finished, holding your hand tightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Bunny, y/n, look! Look at the test!”

Opening your eyes, you focused on the test, and your eyes widened as you saw the 2 lines - “You were right, that’s great Tama!” You looked up at him to see small tears flowing down his face, “You’re pregnant. You’re actually pregnant…” He was in a slight state of shock, squeezing your hand tightly as he stared at the test with a happy smile.

Dabi

“Will you get pregnant already?”

“I never thought I’d see the day where you were fucked out.”

Dabi rolled his eyes at your comment, releasing you from his arms and rolling over in the bed. You had just woken up, exhausted and sore from your constant attempts of getting pregnant. Dabi was very dedicated to your goal - to the point where even he was overly exhausted. Boy needed a break.

“I’ll go take another test.”

He hmmed, wanting to just go back to sleep, and you got up, stumbling a bit due to the numbness in your legs before catching yourself and making your way to the bathroom to grab a pregnancy test from the little pile you had accumulated - you were excited, okay?

It was a very relaxed process - you had come to expect a negative result but you were hopeful for a positive one, so you were fairly calm as you waited for the results. You scrolled through your phone as you waited, until a few minutes later you decided to check on the test.

A big smile broke out on your face once you saw it, with the 2 very obvious pink lines. Immediately you ran out and jumped onto the bed, causing Dabi to groan loudly and hold the pillow tightly over his head.

“Dabi, come on, wake up - I’m pregnant.”

“It’s about fucking time.”

Pouting, you sat on his stomach and pulled the pillow off of his face. “Dabiii, I’m pregnant. Aren’t you happy?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, “Of course I’m happy. But I’m also tired as hell. Let’s go back to bed, we can celebrate later.”

Shigaraki Tomura

Leaning onto Tomura as he played video games - you attempted to calm your stomach down. You had been nauseous for a couple of days now for some reason, even having thrown up a few times - so you felt overall horrible. Sadly your attempts seemed to be in vain, as you felt the soup Kurogiri had made you start to creep its way back up your throat and you ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time to puke.

Surprisingly your boyfriend had peeled himself away from his game to come check up on you - he must be starting to get worried too. “Should I send someone to get you medicine?... Maybe they could grab some of those pregnancy things too -”

“Pregnant! Yes - get me a pregnancy test! That might be why I’m sick!” You knew you hadn’t eaten anything weird lately, and there was no one sick around so it would be odd if you managed to get sick - and with Tomura’s increased need to get you pregnant it made sense that you would be.

He didn’t say anything, just left the bathroom to make someone complete the said task, and came back afterwards to sit with you. Dabi walked in about an hour later, throwing some tylenol and a few pregnancy test boxes towards you before leaving, and Tomura excitedly handed you one.

You shoved Tomura out of the bathroom - since he didn’t want to leave at first - and took the test, tapping your foot impatiently against the wall as you sat on the sink counter, waiting for the alarm on your phone to go off. Once it did, Tomu ran into the bathroom, “Well? Are you?” Looking at the test, you saw two bright pink lines - a big yes.

Laughing lightly at Tomura’s enthusiasm as he bouncing on his heels like a little kid, you turned the test to show him, “Yup, I’m pregnant.” His reaction was a bit underwhelming after all that drama - him just giving you a “Nice” before going back to his video game. But - later that night, when he thought you were sleeping, you swore you heard him crying as he held your stomach.

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