#never had baby fever EVER but this is cute as hell

[e-dollly]

◦○•~A New Addition~•○◦

Pairing: Dad! Azriel x Mom! Reader, Children(OCS)x Dad! AzrielxMom! Reader

Resume: Your kids come home to meet the new addition of the family.

Word count:1.1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Grown-up children and a newborn maybe ?

A/N: So this is what happen when you combine running on four hours of sleep and extreme baby fever that has been going on for way too long. Please be nice as English is not my first language, nor as I don't write that often. I also took way too long to write this, but I really wanted to post it, so you guys are getting scraps eheh

Azriel always wanted a large family. He wanted to make sure his kids would never feel how he did during his childhood. Whenever he felt insecure about his ability to be a father, you always reassured him.

Now that your five children left the familial household, the house felt empty, and soon enough, you got pregnant again. 53 years after your last kid was born, your mate and you welcomed a new baby inside your heart, Nislae. She was born without any problem, as quiet as her father. She looked a lot like him too, inheriting his wings but also his hazel eyes.

About a week after you gave birth, you finally felt ready to introduce your little girl to the world, so you invited your five kids over. Your fourth kid, Valas, was the first one to arrive, as calm as ever.

Azriel was the one who answered the door and greeted him with a long hug before he led him to your private chamber. When they both entered, you were sitting up on the large bed, holding the small newborn in your arms while staring at her lovingly. As you heard the door open, you looked up and smiled widely at the sight.

"Hey there sweetheart", you said softly, "It's been a while. How are your studies going with Madja ?" you asked as he approached the bed. He was wearing a broad smile and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder in a side hug. 

“Hello Mom. It’s been fine, she’s a bit rough on the edges but she’s really great” He said in a calm voice, looking down at his little sister. “She’s beautiful…What did you name her ?” “Nislae” You told him, looking back down at her 

“Do you want to hold her ?” You proposed. He nodded and sat more comfortably on the bed, holding his hands out. You pressed a tender kiss on your daughter's soft forehead and placed her in Valas' waiting arms. 

You leaned back against the bed and smiled softly at Azriel, who had slipped next to you into the plush bed. He wrapped an arm around you and extended his wing to cover you both. You watched as Valas grinned and caressed her head gently, whispering sweet words to the newborn. 

The four of you stayed like this for a little while, until the bedroom door opened wide, and two of your kids walked in. Eleyana, your oldest daughter and Orian, your youngest son. Orian gasped at the sight and let out a little squeal. 

“Mama, she’s literally so little and so cute !” He exclaimed, his large wings fluttering in excitement as he rushed next to you. He kneeled next to the bed and took your arm, holding it tightly against him. He had always been a Mama’s boy, contrary to the second oldest who strolled in with his arms full of presents. Aideron took a lot from Rhysand somehow, always imitating his uncle  when he was younger. You sighed and shook your head at the sight of the pile of gifts he put down. 

“I did tell you not to bring more than two things” You declared, greeting Orian and your first son with a tender kiss on their head. “You did Mama, but I thought that two gifts were not enough to show her how much we already love her” He answered, kissing the top of your head and hugging his dad tightly. You sighed again and chuckled softly. 

Azriel knew someone was missing from the family scene. was pretty sure he had 5 kids before Nislae, and that made 6, right ? He wasn’t so sure anymore, going through the stress of having another kid and you going through hell and back to give him another child to love on. Yes, he was definitely missing a child. Eleyana was sitting next to Valas, who was holding Nislae, and Orian was snuggling with you while Aideron was sitting next to you. The only person missing was your third child. Your mate stretched his wings a little as he sat up. 

“Do you guys know where Lyren is ?” Azriel asked, looking over the five kids here, surrounding you. His shadows were swarming around the room, mostly around the door to keep unwanted visitors away. Valas’ shadows were slinking on his wings but some of them slipped away and seemed to be playing with Azriel’s.

Orian shook his head as Aideron piped up “I think he might be with Nyx, they were together last night. They went to Rita’s to celebrate Nislae” He told the winged male. Azriel hummed quietly and looked back at his youngest, who was now in Eleyana’s arms. 

You yawned and pulled Azriel down, wanting to snuggle with your mate. Nislae started crying after being passed around in everyone’s arms, making you sit up instinctively, reaching for her immediately. Aideron gave her to you carefully, just as Lyren burst in, making you all jump, which caused the youngest to cry even louder. 

You grabbed her quickly, shushing her as her cries made Azriel glare at your latest son to arrive. Nislae kept on screaming her head off, pushing her little legs and arms out, kicking up a storm in your arms. You were used to calming a newborn down, you did have five children before. But it also has been 53 years since you’ve had a newborn. 

After a few minutes, you managed to calm her down and get her to nurse. Azriel smiled softly, leaning back into the numerous pillows. He pulled you onto his side while your kids fell back into place. Orian snuggled into your side while Eleyana laid next to your mate, Lyren settling down on her side. Valas squeezed himself between Aideron and Orian, smiling up at you after a little while. 

“Hey Ma ?” 

You hummed back in answer, glancing at Lyren, already sensing a stupid question. “I didn’t know dad still had it in him to make you pregnant” He teased. Azriel, whose wings were wrapped around your large family, twitched as he answered 

“I think I might show you that I do have some things in me when I beat you in training”  He taunted, swating his head lightly. Your kids kept poking fun at each other for a little while, until you fell asleep quietly, your daughter laying in your arms, fast asleep too. Soon enough, your whole family was asleep, gently caressed by your mate, daughter and son’s shadows, just like 53 years ago, but with another little head to love. 

Tags : @caroline-books

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[ilovejoo]

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when you’re sick; enhypen

word count: 3.7k (total) warnings: being sick LMAO gn!reader a/n: hi guys first work!! pls like & reblog & follow for more xx

heeseung

lowk it’s him that always gets you sick. but anyway, he’s such a great boyfriend, always caring for your needs, and there’s no way he’s ever leaving your side.

“oh, it’s raining.” you reached your hand out as you walked out of the mcdonald’s the two of you took a trip to. it was around two in the morning, so there was nobody around, just you, heeseung, and the rain. the boy in mention followed you, closing the door behind him, and his eyes met yours mischievously.

“come on,” he said, pulling you by the arm into the pouring rain. laughing, you ran after him, getting soaked by the second.

“hee- you’re gonna get sick!” you squealed. he only laughed, running in the direction of your home with his hand in yours. when you two reached your front door, he looked you in the eyes instead of going right in.

“i’ve always wanted to do this.” he leaned in, giving you a kiss which you welcomed. you had never been happier.

that is, until you woke up shivering the next day. you wrapped your blanket tighter around you and rubbed your eyes, groggy. you opened your phone to see it was already 1pm. thank god you had no plans.

wait.

you did.

you promised heeseung you would go out on a date today. though you had seen him last night, you didn’t want to waste any time since he was always busy.

you shot up in your bed in realization, only to instantly regret it with the sudden pound in your head. wincing, you took a second to steady yourself before getting up. you rang up heeseung on your phone and walked out of your bedroom, only to be met with a familiar ringtone playing from somewhere in your kitchen and a stirring from your couch.

“y/n! you’re up.” heeseung instantly got up from his spot on the couch and ushered you back into your room.

“what are you doing here?” you said as you blinked sleep out of your eyes, your voice raspy.

“you weren’t picking up my calls, so i got worried and i came to check up on you.” he pushed you into your bed, pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. “you have a fever, by the way. i got into your room and you were shaking like crazy- you scared me.” with that he felt your forehead, frowning when he noticed how the temperature wasn’t any better than the last time he checked in the morning, if not worse.

“hee, i feel like hell.” you leaned in closer to him closing your eyes, and he stroked your hair. whatever magic his hands had, it was definitely soothing your headache.

“stay here, i’ll get you some medicine.” he tried to get up, but you grabbed his arm to stop him from going.

“no medicine, stay with me.” for a second, heeseung softened, seeming like he was ready to drop everything for your sake. but alas, he shook his head.

“babe- it’ll make you feel better.”

“not if it tastes like that, no.”

“please?” he squeezed your hand, as if that was going to convince you.

which it did. soon enough, you caved and gave him a half-hearted nod with a sigh, which he smiled triumphantly at. his bright smile worked even better than medicine, to be honest.

jay

god he’s a mom. in the best way possible. he’s so responsible whenever you’re sick, and he’s constantly checking up on you, whether that be cooking for you, making sure you take your medicine, etc.

“hey, i got your text.” your boyfriend shook you awake, and you blinked back at him. his eyes showed how concerned he was for you, someone who had fallen asleep curled up on the couch waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come and save you.

“hi, jay.” he smiled- you were too cute, even in your gross, sick state. the red nose, rosy cheeks, and the way you held the blanket as close as possible: he was head over heels.

“hi, baby.” you smiled back. “you take medicine yet?” you nodded: you knew he would have scolded you if you didn’t take anything.

“like an hour ago, yeah.”

“how often are you supposed to take it?”

“every four hours,” you recalled, and with that, he opened his clock app and set an alarm for three hours later.

“go to sleep, i’ll make you some soup and remind you when you have to take your medicine again.” he used his hand to stroke your eyes shut, which you obliged.

now jay was left with the task of making you soup: not the hardest thing in the world, but knowing you, it had to be a certain recipe. the problem was, he didn’t know what.

he started by texting your mom- ever since he met your mom, the two had instantly clicked. since he often asks her how her day has been and often ordered her flowers whenever he had the chance, he had no problem shooting her a text.

a reply came back within a minute, complete with a heart emoji and a link to the recipe she always used. quickly thanking her, he got to work.

you woke back up around an hour later, having somewhat of an appetite. thankfully, your chef of a boyfriend had something ready for you to eat. he came over at the sight of your open eyes, holding a bowl full of your favorite soup.

“feeling any better?” you shrugged, and he pursed his lips. “drink this, maybe it’ll help.” he placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, and you sat up, ready to eat. however, he lifted a spoon to your lips rather than you doing it on your own.

“i can feed myself, i’m not dying,” you laughed at how caring your boyfriend was.

“shh- say ahh.” he smiled back, almost teasing as you opened your mouth to take a sip. “good job!” this time, he was definitely teasing you, given his babying tone. you scoffed, taking the spoon from him. “i’m kidding, give me that back,” he chuckled. he continued to feed you, dabbing at your lips with a napkin as he did so.

“thanks, jay.” you grinned gratefully.

“of course.”

jake

somehow he’ll comfort the sickness out of you. he’s a bit strict because he wants you to get better, but with a hug and sweet words, suddenly you’re not sick anymore.

your eyes shut tight, you heard familiar keys turning to unlock your front door. immediately you ran as fast as you could without physically passing out.

“babe- i’m hom-” before he finished his sentence, you crashed into his chest, face buried in his scent. “what’s the matter? you okay?” he gave somewhat of a chuckle, giving you a warm embrace.

“i feel like i’m dying.” you groaned, your skull feeling like it was splitting in half. he pulled you away from him to get a good look at your condition with worry-filled eyes.

“headache?” he asked, voice concerned. you gave somewhat of a nod, and he pulled you back into his chest trying to bring you serenity.

suddenly you reached out to his forehead, eyes still closed while pressing your palm to his skin, making him frown.

“wha- what are you doing? i feel fine,” he laughed, before quickly realizing what your objective was: you felt feverish, and you were checking to see if your temperature was higher than normal. his smile melted and immediately smacked his hand against your forehead, causing him to gasp at how hot it was and you to wince at the sharp coldness of his fingertips. however, after getting used to the initial shiver, you leaned into the touch, craving its cold.

he shook his hand away from you, his face in a worried scowl as if he was a mother scolding you.

“you’re burning up!” he pulled one of your arms as he led you towards your bedroom. “you need rest. now.” with his voice echoing in your brain, your expression was one contorted with pain, which only worried him more. you closed your eyes as you followed him, only having enough energy to oblige to whatever he asked you to do.

he brought you to your bed, bringing the blanket up to your chin.

“don’t go anywhere! i’ll get you anything you need. from now on, you’re on bed arrest.” you rolled your eyes, though smiling.

“it’s okay, i’m not dead.”

“you’re going on that road though!” he almost laughed, “you can never be too careful.”

“it’s okay, really. i feel bad that you have to take care of me after you have your tiring schedule.” he was about to protest, so you quickly added, “it’s kind of late, anyway, i’ll just sleep it off.” he shook his head.

“i love taking care of you; it makes me feel trusted and i just want you to get better. if there’s anything you need, just say the word.”

sunghoon

he silently observes your condition whenever you’re sick, and no matter how shy he may be, he always makes sure you’re well taken care of.

he watched as your head hit the desk, falling asleep uncharacteristically. something had to have been up for you to fall asleep during a lecture. maybe you didn’t get a good sleep? maybe something happened last night? maybe you were worried about something?

as soon as your teacher announced a two minute break, he jumped up from his seat to check up on you. you seemed fine this morning, why was your condition going downhill all of a sudden?

he tapped your shoulder, causing you to stir awake from your hazy state. you lifted your head to meet concerned eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“mm? what’s wrong?” he asked gently; you shook your head.

“it’s nothing, just tired.” you tried stopping yourself from shivering as to not concern him, but apparently you failed as his concern only seemed to grow.

“you’re cold? the weather’s so nice today,” he said, taking off his blazer and handing it to you. “wear this, i don’t need it.”

“thanks.” you quickly put it on, wasting no time because you felt like you were freezing to death. with a pat on your head, he went back to his seat seeing that break was already over. he made a mental note to check on you again as soon as possible before opening up his textbook like the teacher instructed.

during the lecture, he kept stealing glances at you, worried about your unwell state. he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open while simultaneously rubbing at your sides in an effort to get warmer, seeming as though you were in pain, probably from a headache.

the bell rang and you were still dozing off. he walked over, and you woke up to the sudden contact of something cold on your forehead. the touch felt so good, you leaned in closer.

“hey, you’re burning up right now.” he flipped his hand over to the back of his palm to double check that you were indeed burning up. “hey- excuse me,” he raised his hand, “i’m taking them to the nurse.” without bothering to hear the answer, he took you away.

you held onto his blazer as he practically dragged you by your wrist, too fast for your weak, not to mention dizzy, self to handle.

“wait a second…” both your voice and legs seemed to give out from the sudden exertion and your knees collapsed, causing his reflexes to catch you.

“wha- y/n? y/n!” thank god for his reflexes. “you okay?” you nodded, tired and out of breath. “why didn’t you say anything if you were this tired?”

“sorry,” you breathed, and he rushed to get you to the nurse, carrying you there the whole time.

he helped you sit down on the seat that they had, a hand around your waist to ensure you didn’t fall. with that, he left you to talk to the nurse, looking back at you to check on you a couple times during his conversation with some observant side eying. he came back, his hand instantly going to yours.

“we’re clear to go home, c'mon.”

at home, he lay at the side of your bed, resting his head on the bed frame.

“y/n.”

“mm?”

“did you know dead people can get sick?” he looked a bit awkward, as if he was only trying to fill the silence. in all honesty, you wouldn’t have minded either way, but you loved him for trying nonetheless.

“are you implying i’m dead?” you shifted in your bed, trying to get comfortable but only miserably failing. “because you might be right.”

“no, no. it’s because if you lean in close to their grave, you might hear them coughin’.” you blinked. “like coffin, get it?” you blinked again, but this time, with an exasperated smile on your face.

“not making me feel better,” you said, turning to your other side, and he laughed.

sunoo

so cuddly, so sweet, so perfect: will do anything for you as soon as you ask. his main priority is you, and he makes sure you know through constant calls, constant laughs, and constant love. this boy is definitely a worrier though, so be prepared for his almost too-constant care.

"hey, are you okay?" sunoo brushed some hair out of your face. as the attentive boyfriend that he is, throughout your little park date he noticed how you seemed a bit distant and a bit more clumsy than usual. you smile and nod, despite how increasingly dizzy you were feeling.

he holds your hand as you walk into the cafe, and silently he worries about how quiet you've been. you sit down without a word, too focused on how the world kept spinning around you while you tried to hide the fact.

"did something happen?" he asked, which snaps you out of it.

"no, don't worry." the eye contact was almost unnerving.

"are you upset at me?"

"no, of course not," you say with a somewhat of a breathless laugh. you turn to order, but he stops you by placing a hand on your forehead. he knew something was wrong and he was right with how hot you forehead was.

"hey! you literally have a fever." rolling his eyes, he quickly grabbed your arm and lifted you up. "lets go home, why'd u even come out if you weren't feeling well?" he scolded. "i don't know how i missed it before: you don't look good at all. i'll carry you home, get on." you shake your head, feeling bad, and he rolls his eyes again with a laugh. "don't be silly, c'mon."

he carries you to the bus station, and you try not to fall asleep.

"thank you," you mumble into his ear, leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently squeezes your leg in response. he places you down onto the station, eyeing you carefully as he sat next to you waiting for the bus. sunoo gently pushes you down onto his shoulder, and you oblige, closing your eyes momentarily... just for a moment.

you find urself awake on the bus: he must've carried you on. you wince at your headache, the sunlight and the rocking of the bus only making it worse, and so you nuzzle into his side, which makes him notice that you were awake.

"you can keep sleeping." he says, moving the hair out of your eyes with a fond smile.

"i'm sorry for ruining our date.. and now you have to go and take care of me," you closed your eyes again, sighing.

"stop apologizing, i know you'd do the same for me."

jungwon

he can tell when you’re sick, no matter how much you try to hide it, and instantly he forces you to rest, no exceptions. he lovingly scolds you, only worried for your health.

“where do we keep the thermometer?” you trudged over to the cabinets in sweatpants that were clearly not yours, the noise causing your boyfriend to look over. he smiled softly at the sight of his clothes on you before registering what you said, which made his eyebrows furrow in worry immediately.

“it’s right above you, babe-” he got up from his seat on the couch to retrieve it for you, since he was taller and able to reach, unlike yourself. “what do you need it for? are you okay?” nodding, you moved out of his way.

“science project,” you explained, hoping he didn’t notice the way your skin was too flushed to be normal. he used one arm to reach for the thermometer you asked for, his eyes scanning for the device, and the other to feel your forehead, much to your dismay. the burning temperature under his palm snapped his attention towards you.

“hey,” he pressed the back of his hand on your skin to double check, eyes wide, “you’re burning up.”

“how’d you kno-” he stuck the thermometer into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

“i just wanted to make sure you weren’t asking because you felt feverish, but you were.” sighing, he took out the device as it beeped, patting your head while frowning at the 101.4 degrees that it blinked back. “y/n! you’re basically dying, and you were just planning on making me believe you were doing some science project?”

“it’s fine, i feel fine, i just didn’t wanna bother you.” you rubbed at your eyes as he huffed, dragging you by the arm back down to the couch he had been sitting on.

“lay down.” he wasn’t messing around; his seriousness in regards to your well-being was cute, though, so you didn’t complain. he walked to get you a towel, and as he wet it with water he asked, “how long have you been feeling sick?”

“just like yesterday, no big deal.” his frown deepened. he opened the cabinets, searching for something with a scowl. he came back with just the cloth in his hand, laying it on your forehead, which you initially flinched at but soon welcomed.

“i’ll come back in a bit, we’re out of medicine.” he stroked your head before turning around to leave for about half an hour. you fell asleep in the meantime, the sickness overtaking you.

he came back with a bag full of medicine and some of your favorite things, only to find you completely asleep. he placed his new things ok the counter before coming back to check on you, thermometer in hand, placing it in your ear only for you to stir awake. jungwon froze wide-eyed, hoping you would just go back to sleep, but failed.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he half-whispered, to which you slowly blinked back at him, not having the energy to respond. noticing this, he turned his head to the side. “are you feeling worse?” you gave a slight nod, which reminded him that he didn’t check the thermometer since he was too busy trying not to disturb you. “holy- 102.9!” his head whipped back to you with concerned eyes, only to find you asleep once again.

happy to see you rest, he swore to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were resting without any discomfort. to start, he quickly got you a change of the wet towel, and carried you over to his bed. tucking you in, he gave you a quick kiss before leaving to make you a meal for when you were awake.

niki

to him, you’re so cute when you’re sick. you get clingy and you’re all sleepy? he’s down bad. this also means he’s always at your side for this reason- also because he wants you to get better so you can hang out again.

god, your head hurt like hell, and your eyelids were so heavy. trying so hard not to fall asleep, you simply rested your head on the side of the couch.

just a little lean, not falling asleep. definitely not falling asleep.

you promised niki you wouldn’t fall asleep until he came home from his practice, and you were set on fulfilling it. you hadn’t seen him in a while, after all. but everything was spinning, and you felt so sleepy; just closing your eyes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he found you asleep on the couch.

“cute,” he whispered, moving to sit next to you. he poked your cheek, and your eyes scrunched in annoyance subconsciously. he laughed, and poked it again, but seeing how you still didn’t wake up, he softened. you must’ve been pretty tired, he thought. he brushed the hair out of your face but immediately froze: why was your forehead so hot?

trying again, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, eyes widening at how your skin was burning up. he shook you awake as gently as he could, worried.

“you have a fever?” he said softly. he felt your face again to double-check, and at this, you opened your eyes slightly.

“mm? you’re home-” you cleared your throat, voice raspy, and rubbed your eyes. “sorry i fell asleep.” you blinked at him and the way his eyes basically screamed concern. “what’s wrong?”

“you have a fever,” he repeated, getting up. you reached for his hand, confused since you were still not fully awake.

“where are you going?” squeezing your hand, he let go and went to open the cabinets.

“to get you a thermometer.” sure enough, a thermometer was in his hand when he came back, and he stuck it in your mouth as soon as he sat back down. “hey- 102! you’re actually sick!”

"hmm," you mumbled, agreeing, making him frown. he quickly pulled himself onto the couch on top of you, making you squirm under his weight. "are you an idiot?" you said, and he chuckled a bit at your tone especially with how sickly your voice sounded. "first off, you're crushing me, and second of all, you're gonna get sick too!"

he pat your heat soothingly. "shh, you're sick, i don't need you to lecture me; just get better," he said as he snuggled closer to your side.

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Your Red Lipstick || @ihaechans💕✅

↳ Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.

Worth A Lie || @ruwriteshour💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Always wallowing yourself in self-pity, you start to doubt yourself and you think it's time to end your relationship with Mark with a lie. He'll have no choice but to move on from you. It will work... right?

His Karma || @onyourhyuck🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (no summary, but really do give this one a read!)

Adult Time || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅

↳ Anon Req: hihi i'm not sure if requests are open but can you write more of milf reader with jaemin + sungchan as the kids? ♡

Bruises and Ballet Shoes || @luvyeni🔞💕✅💯

↳ jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance

Close The Door Behind You || @jadeobvi🔞✅

↳ Jeno is your strict older brother who has banded Jaemin from dating you, let alone looking at you. But one night you both can’t take it anymore. All the tension has finally exploded, but you have to be careful. God forbid Jeno hears.

Fever Pitch || @nctsworld🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ your world is shaken up (literally) when you meet the handsome man guilty of the accidental baseball smack to your head. after a comforting meet-cute and realization that he’s the city’s ace pitcher, you two go on a date. and by the end of the night, mark thinks he’s falling for you faster than any pitch he’s thrown before.

Forget Me Too || @yutaholic🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Back home after years away, you just want to fulfill your obligations as your best friend’s maid of honor and split. You don’t want to see Johnny, though you are guaranteed to run into him at some point. You broke his heart not too long ago and the last thing he ever said to you was that he hated you. And you don’t blame him.

New Religion || @suhnnyupsidedown🔞✅💯💯

↳ something along the lines of Taeyong being a married professor and him ending up sleeping with one of his students? who also happens to be sleeping with Johnny?

Racer || @smileysuh🔞💕✅💯

↳ You feel like a chew toy caught between two rottweilers, and it kills you to give Jaehyun one last look before turning your back on him, following your brother to his car. Jaehyun is watching you as you get in, and when you close the door, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I know, what a killer race,” Johnny grins, starting his engine. “Could have been better though, he could have actually died.”

Sin & Obsession || @onyourhyuck🔞✅💯 (pt 2)

↳ You’re a faithful good girl. You attend church and you stay out of trouble. Mark is a guy that attends your church and what you don’t know is that he’s been obsessed with you for a while…

Two For One || @goldyeokki🔞💕✅

↳ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.

Volleyball For Dummies (In Love Edition) || @jaeminvore💕✅

↳ Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.

Boyfriend Material || @mochidoie💕💔✅

↳ Although you and Jaehyun had never spoken a word to each other before this class project, he asks you to be in a fake relationship in order to prove to his longtime crush that he is boyfriend material.

Getting Even || @ofjunemoment🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.

Just Friends || @lonelyharmonies💕✅

↳ what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?

What The Puck || @choerrypuffs💕💔✅

↳ you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

Mark Texts || @justalildumbpling💕✅

↳ (just some cute ol mark texts)

NCT 127 Texts || @12926💕✅💯

↳ sending a nude & saying "it wasn't for u"

NCT Dream Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅💯

↳ “last night was amazing. oops wrong person”

NCT Dream Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ “sorry can’t hangout w you this month, haven’t gotten paid yet!!!”

NCT Dream Texts || @hugs2doie💕✅

↳ nct dream when you hit them up with a “we need to talk”

NCT Dream Texts || @hugs2doie💕✅

↳ “i was talking to my other boyfriend” prank on the dreamies

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios #wayv fluff #nct texts au #nct best friends to lovers au #nct friends to lovers au #nct social media au #nct 127 social media au #nct strangers to lovers au #nct hybrid au #nct mafia au #nct exes to lovers au #nct established relationship au #nct enemies to lovers au #nct fic recs #nct recs

[the-dixon-effect]

centre of the universe ✧.*

a/n: 4 months later i'm back, so sorry guys. i got a little caught up. been missing daryl most of all too. i'm feeling a little rusty and tired but here's a cute little thing ig!

requested by: @pandarooooo-blog find the request here :)

summary: having married Negan in order to rescue Daryl from the Sanctuary, you found yourself, 9 months later, raising a kid of your own. the baby being Negan's, you hadn't been particularly enthusiastic to embrace the situation.

words: 1.2k

era: season 8-9, post-saviours

Sitting around Rick and Michonne's dining table embraced by the warm glow of the sky late into summer - what felt like a fever dream at it's best. The past year had left you bruised, emotionally and physically, Hell, you hadn't caught break since the world went to shit. But today, the air was pregnant with sweetness and laughter as you bathed in the company of your family. You stood up from the table once the feast was presumed finished. Your daughter giggled softly, cradled in your arms - her innocence a trait that you only mirrored while everybody fought for her attention.

Rosita imitated her best baby-voice, babbling some nonsensical rhetoric about her being "the cutest" and the "sweetest", while Rick reminisced about the days back on the road with Judith years ago. Noticing this, you thanked him sincerely, "You built this Rick, for Judith, for her," you gestured down to the precious being in your arms. "For all of us." The atmosphere was silent despite the extent of nods and smiles in agreement - the only sound was the sweet laughter of your darling girl.

Daryl, who had been standing by your side, broke the silence "She looks jus' like her mama," he spoke proudly, as though there were a part of him somewhere that wished he was the father; a notion that only remained at the forefront of Daryl's mind when he saw your sweet figure.

"Right?" you agreed, pursuing Daryl's gaze aside from the rest of group. Daryl, as loyal as ever, had stuck by your side during the pregnancy and made sure you were never hungry, uncomfortable, God forbid you were ever unsafe inside the walls. For that you were grateful. He remained your 'best friend', though, and a part of you needed him to know that you wanted him in other ways.

Tears came streaming down your face faster than you could register the situation. Two weeks ago, you kneeled before Negan and the Saviours in the depths of the night. A week later, you were married to Negan, letting him use you to his will only to set Daryl free from the cage they had him locked in. And sure, if that wasn't traumatic enough, this morning you discovered you were pregnant. With Negan's kid.

You were scared, hurt, resentful, but most of all in shock. The overwhelming emotions contained you thoroughly inside your house, and you had not been seen by anyone all day. When a knock arose at your bedroom door, you sprang to your feet and swiftly wiped away the tears that painted your face an unforgiving shade of pink.

"Who is it?" you sobbed, trying to hide your quavering, pitiful tone beneath the question.

"'S jus' me," It was Daryl. You could tell from the husky, gravelly voice behind the door. He sounded concerned. Composing yourself, you took one last look around the messy room before slowly clutching the cold doorknob and twisting it open. His figure towered over you, not threatening - the kind you had been used to - but barricading you from any dangers that stood between him and the rest of the world.

Daryl stood before you, not knowing what to say or do, searching for some trace of an answer in the absent, glassy expanse of your eyes. Absent, there were indeed, for each moment your body stood inside the walls of Alexandria, your mind was back there, in that 'Sanctuary'.

Another wave of tears came down your face before your clouded mind could form a coherent expression.

"Hey, hey, I got ya'," he soothed, drawing your frame into a tight hug, sheltered from anyone's presence, even in your own mind Negan's shadow seemed to dissipate into the encompassing swell of his chest. At least Daryl's stature provided you some respite; it was healing, momentarily. That was until he pulled way, wishing to understand, perhaps, why you were so upset. "Come on, let's siddown'-"

"I'm pregnant, Daryl, I don't know- I don't know what to.." you sobbed, returning to the embrace in an attempt to suppress the rhythmic pound that lay waste to your mind. Daryl, in his own state of shock, could do nothing but hold you. In truth, you did not wish for him to do anything else. Slowly, he walked you to your bedside, his touch not once faltering. With strong arms now safely caging you into his figure, you lay your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Daryl..." you sighed, closing your eyes in search for some calm.

"Hey, no. You don't ever gotta say sorry, not to me," he gravelled, in that sweet, low voice of his. As he spoke into the crown of your head, you felt his words reverberate somewhere deep inside, moreso than you heard them. He was so tender with you.

"I'm scared," you began. You were embarassed to appear in this manner in front of Daryl. You didn't want to speak. Though you thought you owed him some expression of how you were feeling. "I hate him so much, y'know. I know you know. I hate him, for what he did to you. And me. I just thought," you weeped uncontrollably into Daryl's shoulder, at the notion that Negan - that evil man - would never escape your world. Daryl tried to console you, lifting your head up inches away from his own, though, he too, was flooded with memories and resentment indistinguishable from your own.

"What if my baby turns out like him?" you asked, in rhetoric. Lord knows, what kind of answer you expected.

"Shh.. Dun' think like that," he drawled, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead. The two of you had never been this close before.

"Yer' kid is gonna be strong, and kind, and beautiful.." he trailed off, cursing him damn mouth for running away from his brain. "Just like their momma."

"Daryl?" you spoke, softly, painting a number of maternal images at the forefront of his mind.

"Yeah?" he replied. Not once did he avert his gaze from your tear-stricken face.

"Will you stay.. with me? I'm scared... I don't wanna do this alone,"

"Of course, darlin'." From that moment on, Daryl never left your side.

The warm Virginian sun dipped below the walls of your home in the distance, evening winds stirred, gently, hardly noticeable. You cradled your beautiful baby girl in your arms, your mind empty of all negative thoughts. Just for a little while, everything was perfect. It seemed almost strange, that you were now happier than ever in this post-apocalyptic world.

Daryl strolled up to the gazebo where you perched with your daughter. The setting sun lit up your face like you were the centre of the universe. The centre of his universe, perhaps. It was hypnotic, seeing you in this way, so loving and maternal, more beautiful than ever.

"Hey," you smiled, watching the archer approach cautiously. He was always like this - acting as though his mere presence was a disturbance. You thought quite the opposite. "You can sit down Daryl, you won't wake her," you said sweetly. He simply stood there, an arm leaning on the gazebo fence, smiling down at you. So you stared right back up at him, wondering if he would take you up on your offer.

"I love ya', Y/N,"

"I know. C'mere,"

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Hey, I sent in this ask and Tumblr ate it, so here it is:

You know how Yuu getting turned into a child because of a potion accident or a spell mishap is a pretty popular trend in twst headcanons and imagines. I'm thinking about the same scenario with Yuu while she's on her shift in the club. It either happened because of one of Von Drake's inventions accidentally zapping Yuu or someone was messing with Fairy Godmother's wand again.

I mean the chaos and panic that would ensue in the club when Yuu gets hit by a spell gone wrong, and she straight up disintegrates except for her clothes. Everyone's like "OH NO, WE KILLED OUR KID!" And Donald's reaction is like this. But then the clothes start shuffling, and they all find a cute baby Yuu.

If you thought they clubgoers were bad before when it came to competing for the custody over Yuu, it's worse now. Hell, even Mickey is twitching to grab his sorcerer hat and keyblade. Any disney character who's a parent are fighting over on who gets to hold Yuu next. Pepa Madrigal is summoning a biblical storm outside because Triton was taking too long holding Yuu, and it's supposed to be her turn. The parent characters all miss holding a baby.

"Your five minutes are up! Let me hold her!"

The couples are all high on baby fever when they get to hold Yuu. I can see Ariel really missing when Melody was a baby and turning to Eric to say that they should have another kid.

The villains to Yuu: Come to the dark side we have cookies.

I can see just cuddling with the Winnie-the-Pooh characters since they're technically anthropomorphic stuffed animals and soft enough to sleep on.

Even characters who I don't see as parent types take to Yuu so well. Gaston finally gets a turn, and he gets quiet. For the next five minutes, his hubris goes away, and he's so gentle with Yuu. Belle and Adam are in awe because that's what got him to shut up? I mean they get it. Yuu is adorable but still.

Lol. I think went too far with this ask.

"Oh no, we killed our kid!" *Side eyes the villains* it's not like any of you have ever attempted child murder before

That Donald link is everything and it is now canon that that is exactly his reaction when Yuu, his nephews and Max are in danger (I've never watched Ducktales so I don't know if there are any other kids Donald hangs out with)

I absolutely love de-aging fics. It's been one of my favourite tropes in practically every fandom I've been in. I actually did have this one story line I was brainstorming in my head during this very long car ride where some magic caused Yuu, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Azul and Epel to de-age to around 6-7-8 and the NRC students had to deal with that (it kind of played along the lines how the day before the magic accident Yuu said that if she met the NRC gang when she was younger, her younger self definitely would've wanted to be friends with them - there was even this scene where smol Yuu 'meets' baby octopus Azul and he gets all teary-eyed that this pretty 'stranger' thinks that he's nice - and there was another one with little Yuu and cub Leona where they take a nap together) but I digress.

So I'm not going to go for baby since there's not much a baby can do so I'm going to say she's reverted back to a 5/6 year old.

Lilo, Alice and Wendy insist that she spends most of her time with them. They see Yuu as a big sister and now that she's younger, they are much more protective of her. Christopher Robin is included in that group not because he's part of the Yuu Protection Squad but because he's close friends with Alice and Wendy so he's dragged along for the ride. Lilo doesn't want Yuu to hang around with the villains or the NRC boys - she's made badness charts of both Yuu and the villains to show her friend how dangerous they are. Lilo and Yuu definitely get Horace to play Elvis songs because Elvis is amazing.

It doesn't matter how old Yuu is, if she sees our favourite tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff she is hugging that silly old bear for as long as she can (lucky, lucky her). The tv show called 'My Friends Tigger and Pooh' and one special episode of 'Doc McStuffins' show that the Hundred Acre Woods gang love hanging around children even if they aren't Christopher Robin - let's just hope, Tigger doesn't get too boisterous with his bouncing. Speaking of which, Roo is very happy to have another kid to hang out with (he excitedly asks his mother if they can bring Lumpy with them the next day) and Kanga finds herself doting on Yuu even more with the other animal mothers (etc: Perdita, Mrs Jumbo, Bambi's mother, Duchess etc)

Since Simba (canonically in the first movie) and Ariel (in the non-canon sequel) are the only prince and princess to have children, I think that they would argue that they are the best suited to looking after Yuu - only for Baloo to pipe in that he and Bagheera have plenty of experience in caring for mancubs (the fact that Mowgli was raised by wolves who are still very much alive seems to be completely forgotten by the bear)

Tiana has to literally restrain Naveen and Charlotte from either kidnapping Yuu on the spot to go gallivanting to every toy and dress shop they know or just going to said shops anyway and buying everything they see.

Aladdin and Robin Hood are really good with kids in their movie (and Aladdin's TV series) so they would be having a blast regaling Yuu with tales of their adventures.

Wait, wait Jack Skellington and Sally canonically have kids in the epilogue of their movie so they would have some experience to boast about (in the movie's soudtrack with Sir Patrick Stewart at least)

Unfortunately, none of the heroes trust the villains to go within five feet of child!Yuu for completely logical and justifiable reasons so Yuu the villainous sidekicks usually end up sneaking around nearby

(At some point, Yuu ends up giving Ed the hyena a hug, headpats and a forehead kiss and he never lets anyone forget that)

All the Disney parents are living their best life with Yuu around. I think King Stefan and Queen Leah are especially happy because they never got to see their daughter, Aurora, at that age and they kind of feel like they get a chance at seeing what could have been.

Someone should also probably keep an eye on Fauna incase she pulls a Lilia and straight up kidnaps Yuu

#house of mouse au #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu #twisted wonderland #asks

[jungle-angel]

Someone that I know is pregnant and it's giving me major baby fever so I was wondering if you could do the top gun characters reactions to feeling the baby kick for the first time please. I asked something like this before but like I said major baby fever 😂❤️

Oh my God babes, you and me both!!!!!!!! I dunno if it's one thing or another but the baby fever has hit like a bat outta hell and I don't think it's going away anytime soon. I mean, I started a crochet project a few days ago and all I could think of was, "this is gonna be such a cute blanket for a baby!!" (lol).

Rooster

Rooster would be super protective once he felt that baby kick for the first time

"Rooster, can you please get your hands off my bump? I've gotta go and make dinner"

"NO!!! I must protect with my LIFE!!"

He'd constantly be talking to the baby

And that deep voice of his had this weird thing where the baby would move the minute Rooster spoke

And it was then that Rooster often used it as a away to wake you up in the morning

But whenever Rooster felt it

He never failed to tell his son/daughter that he loves them and you to the moon and back

Hangman

Hangman is that dad who possibly takes the tiktoks to a whole new level

"Aw yeah!!!! My baby's havin my baby!!!!!"

He definitely makes some wicked funny ones, like the close ups of the baby kicking

But there was one he always loved (big shoutout to one of my favorite You Tubers for doing this when she was pregnant)

You and Hangman had snuck into the stairwell one afternoon while you guys were visiting some of his family in Florida

Coyote of course filmed it, but you sang "Hymn to the Sea" from Titanic and "Ariel's voice" from The Little Mermaid

Jake had one hand on your belly and the baby went CRAZY!!!!

"Jeez girl, you're really loving this aren't you" he laughed

Phoenix

"Ok this kid was probably a kickboxer in a past life"

She was definitely a little startled

Because honestly, SHE thought she'd be the one to have the kid

But Phoenix was proud

"Don't worry baby," she'd whisper. "The minute you bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend home, I'll take care of'em for you"

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes

Bob

Oh God, he hardly ever took his head off your belly

You guys were out in the barn one night

And the baby just wouldn't stop kicking

Bob told you to lay down in the haypile

You rolled your shirt up to just below your tits

Thank God Bob had warmed his hands by the woodstove

The minute his hands were on your bump, you felt the baby calm right down

But the look of pure love on Bob's face said it all

"You be good to your momma, you hear?" he said before placing a kiss on your bump

And whenever you needed his magic touch, Bob was always right there

Fanboy

Lord help this man......

He'd be speaking Spanish to the baby the whole time

"Mickey, I love you but you know the baby can't talk yet, right?"

"Oh c'mon, better to start them early"

There'd probably be little red marks from where his cheek had pressed against your skin

But each one of them showed that Mickey loved you both to the moon and back

Coyote

Coyote felt the first kicks shortly after coming back from a mission

He tried with all his might to convince you that when the baby got older he'd be playing for the Brazilian soccer team

"Javy the kid hasn't even been born yet!!!"

"Yeah but ya'll can't convince me otherwise"

You really didn't want to

Because you saw how incredibly happy it made him

Payback

You two were watching a movie one night

And his head was resting on your belly

You swore his snoring was what was making the baby kick so much

But he didn't realize it until he felt a tiny little foot pushing against his head

"Great, you woke him" you laughed

"I can't help it, it's like watching the movie, 'Alien'"

You laughed and smacked him on the back of the head for that one

Maverick

His big thing was music

He had an old cassette player and he'd put the headphones on your bump to see if the baby would react

Sure enough it did

He tried not to cry

And when you looked at the cassette that was playing, you saw why

U2's "Rattle and Hum" was Goose's favorite album

"I love you buddy," he whispered. "I know your Uncle Goose is watching out for you"

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #mickey fanboy garcia #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #jake hangman imagine #reuben paybak fitch #javy coyoyte machado #pete maverick mitchell #dagger squad #dagger squad x reader

[megachaoticstupid]

All the things he hates

All of the stage shenanigans aside, Omega, by all means is a chill ghoul. That's true up until he meets a small crying baby

Author's note: i wanted to make a follow up to this fic and couldn't find a post with it under any tags on my blog. So me being a silly lazy person, i am just reposting it again. And i know this is rusty, this was one of my firsts, sorry. Huge thanks to @gothdaddyissues for amazing dividers and @her-satanic-wiles for all of the support she give me

Tags: somewhat fluff

He wasn’t sure when it all started, but maybe at the very, very beginning.

He always hated when human babies cried. They wailed like the loudest siren, demanding attention, crying due any slightest change in their small lives and roared when their parents left them. Especially orphans. They were constantly crying and calling for the parents they will never learn to know. And he always hated it.

Kids in his pack back in hell never demanded attention, because they were always provided with that. But humans, even if they cared, couldn’t help the little ones, only able to cover their basic needs and provide only necessary nurture. Even in the satanic church. And the newest addition, only one month old, was the loudest child he had ever heard.

She cried day and night, asking for the bits of attention she could never receive in the fullest. She mourned the mother, who left her in childbirth and joined her Siblings under the Lucifer’s wing, and the father, who didn’t even know she existed. And since Omega lived near the infirmary, he was going mad with her tiniest pleas until he finally snapped.  In a week he was going around the abbey, as if nothing happened, finally at peace and enjoying the quiet around him. And, just like his mother did to him in his short-lived youth, he was carrying her in a bundle of cute rose-pink covers, gently nestling her in the curve of his tail.

He knew it was an impulsive decision, not thought through, considering how much they travel on tours. He knew all of that. But seeing her babbling with joy, cradled on Apha’s chest, he melted. Seeing her grabbing his pinky while he was feeding her, made him vulnerable and so mushy on the inside. She was their joy, but also brought a lot of hateful quick thoughts to his mind.

He hated that his duty required from him to leave her with other ghouls, when he was touring with Papas. He just hated to miss out on her every achievement, her any sorrow and happiness. He had already missed her first steps and was losing more precious moments with her. Even if they sent him and Alpha all of the photos and videos, it was never enough. They missed her too much to be satiated with these tributes of their daughter. And he was always scared, that if they tour for too long, she will even not recognize them after a while.

He hated, how tiny and fragile she was, especially compared to him. Even though he knew, that amongst his kin he was considered a giant, he couldn’t help himself to be in awe at her tiny frame, making him scared to ever hurt her. And, on the contrary, she was never scared of any scratches, learning how to walk early enough for him not to babyproof Alpha’s and his quarters in time. He couldn’t even count how many times he had to kiss her boo-boos and wipe away her tears, and how many times he felt the dread when she began to fall down after a rather unsteady step.

He hated her fears of the dark, that made her cry and tremble at night. He hung everywhere nightlamps and kept the door open for her whenever she needed to run to them. Talked her through all of her fears and showed her that there was nothing to be afraid of. And still whenever she climbed into their bed, trembling and sobbing, his heart was tearing to shreds and the guilt of not being enough weight heavy on his soul.

He hated her tears when she was ill and trembling from fever and exhaustion. He couldn’t help but feel helpless, when she looked at him, pale, weak, and sobbing, while doctor checked her. He felt helpless, when she refused to eat even a light soup, made for her by loving hands of someone from the pack. And he agreed to her every whim just to make her feel better, loved and cared for. These days they never left her side, doting just a bit too much and scared for her health, watching with their daughter her favourite cartoons and persuading her to eat anything. And they always rejoiced when she finally asked for her favourite waffles.

He always grumbled how he hates bright colours and never agreed to put in their bedroom anything too flashy. But now, as she learned how to hold a pencil, their walls, the fridge, the nightstand - almost every surface was littered with her drawings and he looked at them every night before they all went to bed. Bright colours no longer irritated his eyes, they soothed him, reminding him of every single moment he and his husband spend with her. He liked to see the little stories she puts in them, he liked the shapes her childish mind invented and he couldn’t help but laugh at some of the pictures of him, Alpha and any of Papas she made. They looked almost like a caricature, sometimes highlighting their shortcomings in such a funny way, that he always fought a fit of laughter when she showed him them. His favourite were: Alpha without his mouth, because he had scolded her a night before for eating too many candies, Papa Emeterius III performing a silly dance with the biggest smile known to mankind, him, looking like a building next to every ghoul in the picture. These ones he carried in his wallet until they were too worn out.

He hated to worry about raising her into a decent adult, waiting for her to start speaking, bringing her to various doctors the Ministry could provide. Trying all of the recipes books and hacks to help her to start talking. He blamed himself for not being a good father, for always being absent on tours and not doing well enough for her. Never doing well enough for her. Even Alpha couldn’t help to ease his worries, to soothe his worrying soul, while they tried every speech therapist they knew. And through all of these worrying visits, the source of his worries was sitting on his shoulders, pulling on his horns and giggling. The first time he heard her say the first word, he was sobbing, talking to her via phone and being miles and miles away from her. But at least he was there for her thousands of “Daddy’s” after that.

He just hated to miss her so much. Especially, when every child in the venue reminded him of her. He hated to be apart from his daughter, always worrying for her health and well-being. He just hated to leave their home and leave her. And most of all, he hated to beg the Ministry to let Alpha and him to retire. Even if Terzo agreed immediately, the Ministry didn’t want to budge that easily. But, after all of the turmoil, bickering and arguments, they were finally allowed to rest, to spend the much-needed time with her.

And he never regretted this decision, because for all of the things he hated there were thousands more things he loved.

#nameless ghouls #Omega #Alpha #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #alpha x omega

[onmyyan]

I’m sick so let’s do some sweet HC’s about who I’d love to take care of me😫🤚🏼❤️

So Dick immediately freaks out, but that panic is quickly followed by the thought of “omg I can take care of her?!?” And his babying mode is activated

He’s torn between laying beside you, holding a cold rag to your head and face, cooing over how small you look like this, how good you’re being for him, or briefly leaving you to sprint to the nearest pharmacy, buying everything he can get his grubby paws on. (Thanks for that platinum card Bruce)

Ultimately his need to be near you wins over his protective urge to make sure you have every possible medication, so he orders the stuff online, gives the poor delivery boy the meanest glare if he’s even a minute late, and is soon glued to your side once more.

He hand feeds you the soup Alfred brought over, blowing over each spoonful with a comical amount of care, he has that saccharine smile on his face the whole time, of course he’s not happy your sick!! He’s just thrilled to be able to care for you, to show you exactly why he took you home in the first place! He can’t even think about the possibility of you not having him here- so he doesn’t.

Instead he hushes your pained whines, brushes the hair from your face and continues to nurse his baby back to health.

In a rare coherent moment you jokingly call him your little nurse, the next morning he’s in full costume, cute little hat and all.

Pro!Bakugou has definitely calmed down in his aging, he’s still the same quick mouthed shithead we know and love but he isn’t so reactive anymore, he thinks everything through until the best solution is available.

That is of course except when it comes to you, yeah all rational thoughts go poof.

You’ve come a long way in your relationship, he felt secure enough in it that he’d started taking longer shifts, bigger missions, something he’d forgone for the “Adjustment period” you’d went through, he knew you needed to get that oh so important bonding time in before he’d feel comfortable leaving you unsupervised.

So naturally that’s when shit hits the fan

The cameras he’d installed throughout the home you two shared have never been so useful, something had told him to check on you and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks, you were sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of water had pooled around your form a few inches away.

He took to the sky instantly, leaving behind two confused sidekicks. His brain was running a mile a minute as he speed through the sky, he’d never moved so fast in his life.

You were in the process of getting some water when your fever got the best of ya, you were prone to feinting when you were sick so this wasn’t too alarming, what was alarming however, was your 6’3 husband bursting in the door so hard the little glass panels on it shattered.

He looked wild, his hands were still smoking by the time he swooped you in his arms, the hot huff’s he’d been breathing into your neck were the only sounds for a few seconds.

“What the shit happened huh? You okay baby? You can’t scare me like that- fucking hell.” He was nervously rambling, not giving you a chance to answer as his hands inspected every inch of you.

Being a hero was his dream, but you came before everyone and everything. Queue him spending a week off making absolutely sure you were okay, makes the best food to help you get better, being that you can’t taste shit this is the only time you’d eat his food at his spice level, something he’d enjoy if he wasn’t so busy worrying about you.

You’d spend your days in bed, being absolutely pampered, he’d only ever leave your side to cook and even then the clingy bear of a man would have you on the phone, even if you weren’t talking he needed to hear you breathing. <3

Jason (Friday the 13th) is my BABY- anyway he is the sweetest murder machine you’ve ever seen. My interpretation is based on the latest Friday, in that one he’s more of a woodsman/hunter who’s only killing to protect his territory.

All that being said he doesn’t really get sick, he knows something’s off because you’re not following him around like his shadow, he never liked you to stray too far from him as he had booby-trapped the ever living fuck out of the campgrounds.

The cabin and its immediate area were safe, but you still liked to cling to him as he made his rounds, the only time he didn’t entertain it was when there were those pesky trespassers 😠

On a typical day he’d wake a good two hours before you do, make sure your sleeping soundly, then go about his first rounds, check his traps, and more recently, he’d water the small garden you’d started. By the time he was done you’d be up and ready to start your day with him.

So when he began the daily routine of making breakfast for the two of you, he was confused at your absence, by this point you’d be helping him set the table, but you were nowhere to be found.

He’d made it a point to lighten his footsteps, knowing if he hadn’t he’d be shaking the cabin with how fast he made his way to your shared room.

The gentle-only-for-you-giant was about as tall as the doorway, so he had to duck his head a bit to get in. Once he was there he all but falls to his knees by your still form on the bed. You’d curled into a ball, sweat beading on your forehead, his large hand came down to feel the skin there, only to pull back, his deep brown eyes would hold all the worry in the world, he knew you shouldn’t be that hot.

Jason has this connection to his mother, so strong he can still hear her long after her departure from this plane of life, and she always knew what to do, especially when it came to you.

“You must keep her cool Jason, lots of water and soup!” He’d hear her say as if she was in the room with you, and like the good son he was, he’d listen to her instructions diligently. You’d awaken with the behemoth of a man petting your hands, his head resting gently in your stomach as he sat in worry.

His love language was acts of service and this was the perfect chance for just that, so be prepared to be treated like a doll well after you’re better, heaven forbid some idiot decides to trespass, because he takes it as a personal affront to you, they’re taking him and his attention away from his baby😠😠 so whoever it is gets it extra good, I’m talking pieces of them everywhere it’s so romantic <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #yandere slashers #yandere dick grayson #yandere bakugou #yandere bnha #yandere headcanons

[writtenonreceipts]

a modern feysandnyx fic / Feyre and Nyx are going out together, and nyx finds herself in a situation (someone looking at her, I don't know) of making sure he has to protect his mother / I thought: It's okay mom, I protected you, like dad/feyre is divided into finds funny and cute and shocked/them coming home, feyre talking to him, and then nyx with Rhys: I protected mom, dad just like you (nyx is about 4 or 5 years old) a super light and cute story

Silly and sweet.

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Momma Bear

It had been a long day.  Which was often how Feyre found herself describing life.  Long.  Tiring.  Fine. Same old, same old.  The routine she had was good for the family, good to keep everything in line and organized just the way she liked it.

Except for today.

The routine was off kilter and there was hell to pay.

Rhys was in back-to-back meetings at the marketing firm, which was normal, but after spiking a fever at daycare and not sleeping at all the night before—Nyx needed to be picked up.  And while her boss was understanding, Feyre knew she had been asking for too many favors lately.

So here she was trying to hold a sniffling Nyx in her arms while she grabbed a few groceries at the store.  Because she was a terrible mother and didn’t already have child’s Tylenol or popsicles stored up.

“I wanna go to bed,” Nyx mumbled into her neck.

“I know, baby,” Feyre said.  She was already out of breath and they were barely three feet into the store.  “Can I put you in a cart or can you walk on your own?”

“No!”  Ever so eloquent, her son latched on tighter.

Four years old and already giving her a run for her money.

“You have grown so big, baby,” Feyre explained calmly, “I need to put you in a cart, okay?  You don’t have to walk if you don’t want to.”

After a little more cajoling and sniffs and tears--Nyx was settled in the bed of the cart with favorite stuffed animal in hand.  He tucked himself in a tight ball with a pout firmly in place.  

Guilt wormed into Feyre.  She’d known they needed more meds and treats.  She’d known for weeks now but everything had been chaos and you never realize what you actually need until it’s missing.  But she should have been prepared.

As she hurried through the different aisles, Feyre went through everything else on her to-do list.  Dinner was a chicken bake, she needed to finish the dishes, laundry needed to be folded.  There was a stain on the living room carpet.  And then she needed to finish a commission for the mayor’s office and Mor’s birthday was in two weeks.  

For now, she just needed to focus on getting the good medicine and the mango-orange popsicles Nyx liked.  

As she moved down to the frozen foods, Feyre didn’t notice the other figure standing at the ice cream, just a little bit away.  Coming down to the ice cream with Nyx was usually not the smartest thing in the world, but her son really must not have been feeling well because he leaned heavily into the cart and had his eyes shut.

She found the popsicles she was looking for and set two bags in the cart.  When she woke up, her body froze almost as solid as all the frozen goods.  Because there, coming towards her, was Keir McCormick.  Keir was Mor’s cruel father and the kind of man that everyone avoided when at all possible.  But there was no escaping now.

“Well, Feyre,” Keir said.  His voice dripped with condescension as it always did. “How wonderful to see you.”

“Keir,” she greeted.  Would it be too rude to brush right past him?  Not that she really cared, but still.

“And we aren’t feeling well, are we?” Keir asked, looking down at Nyx.  

The boy blinked up at the man before narrowing his eyes and frowning.  He looked so much like Rhysand that it was almost amusing.  Nyx leaned away from Keir and rubbed his nose with the back of one hand.

“We’re just picking up a few things to help get feeling better,” Feyre replied tightly.  She inched the cart forward, but Keir braced a hand on the edge.

“Popsicles?” Keir asked. “Doesn’t seem like the best treatment.”

Not that it was any of his business.

“They always helped me,” Feyre said.  Besides, why not have a bit of comfort?  They would probably be the only thing she could get Nyx to eat for the next day with an upset stomach.

Keir made a noise in the back of his throat and fixed Feyre with a disapproving stare.  Guilt and rage and anger flooded Feyre.  She knew she shouldn’t care about what this man thought of her or said.  But she couldn’t help but think of everything she was doing wrong.  Again.  Always.  Always not doing enough.

Nyx sat up in the cart and continued to glare at Keir.  Then, rather abruptly, he rose his hands over his head and let out a loud hissing shriek.  Never had he done something like that before--sick or not—that Feyre could only stare as her son continued his yells and Keir jumped away from the cart.

Seeing the opportunity for what it was--Feyre sped walked away.

“Bye!” She called half-heartedly as she ran off. 

…

By the time they got home, Nyx had fallen asleep again.  So Feyre tucked him into the couch with a blanket and his favorite stuffies and put on a Disney movie to play in case he woke up.  

As Feyre finished getting dinner ready, she couldn’t help but think about Nyx’s strange display in the store.  He’d never acted like that before—especially not toward a stranger.  If anyone acted out with such fervor it was Rhysand.

Like father, like son, apparently.

She made sure the chicken was nearly done before she tried to finish some laundry.  While Nyx slowly woke up, Feyre brought laundry out onto the couch to sit with him and watch a movie.  It wasn’t long before Rhys returned home from work.

At the sound of the garage door opening, Nyx sat up and peeked over the top of the couch. When the door opened and Rhys entered, Nyx rolled off the couch and padded over to his dad.

Rhys scooped Nyx up in his arms and sighed.  “Hey, bud.  How are you feeling?”

Nyx murmured something and then buried his face in Rhys’ neck.

“He slept most of the afternoon,” Feyre said.  She looked up at her husband and smiled softly. “Welcome home.”

Giving her a kiss, Rhys smiled back. “Hello, darling.  How are you?”

“It’s been a long day,” she admitted. “But I have both my boy’s home now.”

“What happened?” Rhys asked, shifting as Nyx tugged on his ear urgently.

“Nothing,” Feyre insisted.  She set the laundry off to the side. “Let’s eat.  I kept everything warm.”

She passed by Rhys and Nyx, giving their son a kiss on his cheek.  Nyx still looked a bit pale and his black hair stuck out in every which way.

“Daddy,” Nyx said as they headed into the kitchen, “I did what you said.”

Rhys settled Nyx in his chair and frowned. “What are you talking about bud?”

“I protected mommy,” Nyx said, he looked up blinking his large eyes, “just like you said.”

Those words caused Feyre to pause as she brought over the casserole dish to the table.  She settled the glass down and exchanged a glance with Rhys.  She shrugged to show she was just as confused as he was.

When neither she nor Rhys spoke up, Nyx continued.

“The mean man at the store,” Nyx said, stumbling over his words. “I protected mommy.”

“Ah.” Feyre finally understood. She smiled sheepishly at Rhys. “We ran into Mor’s father at the store.  And Nyx was not amused.”

The boy shook his head emphatically.

Rhys raised a brow. “What happened?”

Before Feyre could give ample explanation, Nyx sat up straight in his seat and raise his arms high in the air.  He then repeated the loud shriek he’d used earlier.

Rhys stared and Feyre could see the corners of his twitching up.  He ran a hand over his mouth and looked at Feyre.

“You taught our son that?” Feyre asked.

“Not on purpose,” Rhys said.  He couldn’t hold back his grin any more as he began dishing up dinner for them all. “We were watching Animal Planet and there was a segment on bears and a momma bear was protecting her cubs.  And I said that’s what you do when you’re protecting someone you love.”

“I’m a momma bear!” Nyx chirped.

Feyre couldn’t help her own laugh as she leaned over and kissed Nyx on his cheek again.

“You are a very good momma bear,” she said, “thank-you.”

That seemed to content Nyx and he began to eat his chicken that Rhys cut up for him.

Feyre met her husband’s eyes. “Seriously?”

“I’m not sorry,” Rhys replied.  He kicked her lightly beneath the table and grinned cheekily. “I’ve gotta make sure you’re being taken care of.”

Rolling her eyes, Feyre picked up her own fork and began eating.  It seemed she now had two territorial boys on her hands now.

...

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[milayaprintsessa]

Ok so, yeah usually people would drop a cute text when there’s a reason. Anniversaries or whatever. But since - well fuck traditional relationships - here I am. Ok maybe it’s my stupid fucking brain pouring it out to deal with.. well, you know. But I felt like I needed to get this all out.

When I met you, I instantly knew that there was something about you. Literally the moment I laid eyes on you. And with every second and every new thing I learned about you that feeling grew. Bigger, faster. I fell for you even before I realised I did. You literally swept me off my feet, stole my breath and my heart. Everything about you is perfect to me. The way you seem to read me with just a look. The way you’re so comfortable around me. The way you calm me and my overthinking brain. Like your voice and your presence is a kill switch for my brain. I’ve never felt so much at peace as I have with you.

I’ve never felt so loved before. You fight for me, I fight for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’ve never felt so devoted to anyone ever before, because I know you worship me completely. You know my dark sides and you help me fight them. You see the darkness that floats around me but you love it just like every other piece of me.

I know, we had our fair share of trouble but it’s like we can overcome our obstacles, our problems and look together at a future. I couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. I mean that. I could never feel whole without you by my side. You fit me like a missing piece, you belong to me like I belong to you. And fuck, I do. You feel like a piece of my soul, the light in my life. Your smile can make my whole fucking day. (And fuck, I hate romance books and movies. But you make me feel all that shit that they portray.) My whole life I thought love is fake, a construct of society and the media to make sad little girls think that a guy could give a single fuck about her. Let’s say - you didn’t have to prove me wrong that hard, not that I mind. Now I’m running around with my heart shaped, rose-tinted glasses - being the happiest girl on this planet. Because you give more than a fuck about this sad little girl. All I want is for you to feel the same thing. To feel all the love, all the happiness you deserve. I hope you get that feeling from me every day, every minute. That’s what you fucking deserve for being such a beautiful person.

I know being with me isn’t easy, fucking hell, far from easy. But you always make me feel like it’s easy. That I’m not a burden, even when I continue to overthink and spiral down. You’re perfect in every single way. And I’ll do whatever I can to keep you by my side forever. To never loose you. You are my man, my future husband. The only person I would ever marry, the only person I am going to marry. I can’t even wait to have your last name, to finally be Mrs. Elijah Hayes (and yes, I kinda resort to being a fifties housewife around you, but I don’t fucking mind). I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine. Sometimes I wake up and can’t help but smile once I realise that being awake is as much of a dream as being asleep can be. You make my life a dream, a pure fairytale. I would go anywhere, as long as you’re by my side, holding my hand all the way. You’ve turned my life around in the best possible way. And I’ve gone from thinking I would die alone, to thinking about creating a family with an adorable little house, kids and pets. All thanks to you. (No, the baby fever is chill right now, don’t push it again.)

There are no words in any language on this planet to describe how much I love you. How much I love everything about you. But I feel like I don’t even need to describe it because you feel the same way about me. The same love that runs through my veins every time I think about you, every time I see you. I adore you. Я люблю тебя, красавчик.

#{ красавчик

[paraemu]

which of the main riders should NOT be a parent

godai: canonically kids love him and we know he's good at household chores and he's just a great guy all around so he'd make a wonderful father. however its unlikely that he would have kids cause he's always traveling around, but if he ever settles down i can see foster kids coming in and out of his and ichijou's house all the time

shouichi: i havent seen agito but all i know about him is that he's basically a housewife so i assume he could take care of a kid. he seems to have some baggage that would stop him from becoming a parent tho

shinji: i dont think the thought of having kids has even crossed shinji's mind. can't really imagine him as a parent

takumi: he'd probably have to think long and hard about it first but i can see him warming up to the idea of having kids in the future (i will NEVER forgive inoue for robbing him and kiba of a future together i hope he goes to hell)

kenzaki: for obvious reasons kenzaki can't have children and actually its making me sad just typing this im skipping this one

hibiki: him being a dad is like the whole premise of the show

tendou: tendou is the perfect mary sue which means he's immortal and will never die and as such reproduction is meaningless to him

ryoutaro: he canonically has a grandson so congratulations on reproducing. i hope it was with yuuto. the idea of all the imagin pitching in and helping ryoutaro raise his child along with his sister is rly cute i love den-o

wataru: ok listen i KNOW inoue just threw in wataru's child from the future as a joke but i think wataru having a child 2-3 years after the show completely unprepared to be a parent and having a rly hard time with parenting all around is unfortunately very in-character for him. i believe in him tho i know with some therapy and a couple of parenting classes he can power thru

tsukasa: tsukasa would be a shit ass fucking dad and i dont think we should allow him near children. however it would be insanely funny if he and daiki were sougo's awful deadbeat parents who left him in a wet cardboard box all alone as a baby so now i am married to this au

philip and shoutaro: can't imagine either of them having kids

eiji: after the ooo summer movie i am convinced that eiji REALLY wants to have kids but his trauma prevented him from ever giving any serious thought to it. and then the whole ankh situation happened, so it'll probably remain an unfulfilled desire. he'd make a great dad if he ever had the chance tho (the ooo vcin doesnt exist to me)

gentarou: he has the vibes of someone who will have 5 kids by the time he's 30. in his case they're all most likely adopted but still. also probably houses and rehabilitates troubled teens

haruto: he wouldn't be half bad at parenting but i don't think it's something he wants. even after he's let go of most of his emotional baggage he's just the sort who likes to keep to himself and live independently

kouta: if he wasn't a god he would probably marry mai and have 2.5 kids with her

shinnosuke: HE DOESNT DESERVE KIRIKO SHE SHOULD BE MARRIED TO ME AND HAVE MY CHILD NOT HIS

takeru: i heard he has a child in the novel? ok i read the novel summary and nvm thats not canon to me. he should marry akari instead. the 3/3 on normie het marriages is concerning gaim-drive-ghost truly was the dark ages

emu: fast forward 4 years from the end of ex-aid and you'll find emu entering his milf era. he's going to have 3 kids separated by 2 years each. he's had like MAD baby fever since college so he's got it all planned out already

sento: realistically? banjou and sento are definitely not having children. s/o to ppl who write kid fic of them where their baby is also a science genius tho i think thats cute

sougo: no. just no.

aruto: i.... honestly dont know. hes too busy looking after the company and fighting for humagears and stuff i guess

touma: i havent finished saber yet but i think kento and touma should have two kids one boy and one girl I DONT CARE WHAT TRIO OF DEEP SIN SAYS

ikki: probably also getting normie het married and having 2.5 kids idk hes not important

ace: complete wild card we're still on episode 3. will update this when geats is over

#kamen rider

[teddy06writes]

You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now

Requested by this anon: "Okay I thought of this idea during Fundy's stream. Quackity and reader were engaged to Karl and Sapnap, but they left because of Karl losing his memory and Sapnap paying more attention to him. Quackity and reader then created Las Navadas to try and cope with everything that's happened to them. They created a little wedding area where they planned to get married with Sap and Karl. Flash forward to a year or two later, Karl and Sap stumble across Las Navadas and their two former fiancees. And they see everything they've done, including the little wedding area. which is perfectly designed as to how they wanted their wedding together. That's is as far as I got to the imagine in my head. If you could make a fic out of it that would be cool. If not at least you have this cute imagine in your head! 😊"

{Okay, so- so man feels, so many ideas. I haven't seen all of the Los Nevadas streams yet because I've got a lot of school stuff going on, but, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. [also Slime from The Ground my beloved]}

Quackity x reader; Past: Sapnap x Karl x Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: maybe some swearing, slight descriptions of a panic attack, slight drinking

premise: After L'manburg was destroyed, two of your fiancées seemed to disappear. With just Sapnap left, you had been scared, but he assured you that the right thing to do was split up to try and find Quackity and Karl. And, well, you found Quackity, but when He found Karl.... something else had taken over, and suddenly Kinoko Kingdom was more important than finding you and quackity again. But thats fine. You and Quackity had been together in the begining, so what did you need from the other two? Las Nevadas could fill the void they left,,, and it did, until they happened to come knocking, right as you were finally moving on.

{Also, parental unit for everyone in Las Nevadas, I love it, brain is going brr so hard}

{also also, purpled is the forgotten eldest child of the server and no the ufo does not get blown up}

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"It's gone, (y/n) it's all gone," You said with disbelief, staring over the barren, ashy place that had once been L'manburg and El Rapids, "We couldn't stop him."

Sapnap took in a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "We were never could have. Even if the supplies weren't destroyed."

The remaining people had already cleared out, but you had only now come to see the damage, having been forced away from the battle by your fiancées.

"I could have helped." You fell to your knees, still staring at the wreckage.

Sapnap could only sigh at the broken look on your face. You had lost the only home you'd ever known, but what had he lost? Well, for one thing, Karl.

Karl was still no where to be found, and now it seemed that Quackity had disappeared.

He fiddled with the purple band that circled one of his fingers, "Look- we- we need to find Quackity and Karl. Q looked pretty bad the last time I saw him, and Karl-"

Resolutely you nodded, dragging yourself to stand, "Karl is Karl. He'll be happy that his statue missed being blown up. I think its Q we should be worried about. This place- El Rapids- that was everything to him."

"Well- how about you go find Quackity, and I go find Karl. We're bound to find them eventually if we split up." He offered.

You studied the look on his face, "You're covering for him. What's going on?"

Sapnap only shook his head.

Crossing your arms you turned toward the hill, and what was left of the prime path, "Quackity has the deed to some land. North of Spawn. Meet us there once you kind K, alright?"

"Okay." He said softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Be safe." You advised, already starting away.

~~

It didn't take you very long to track down your Fiancé, in all the time you'd known him (much longer than you'd known the others), he hadn't changed too much.

So, when you made your way through the twisted paths near Pogtopia, he was up on the ridge, sitting on the rock that had for so long, doubled as a bench.

"It's good to see you're safe." You hugged your arms to your body, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

As soon as you were sitting next to him, he was leaning on you, "He destroyed everything- all that work- El Rapids-"

"I know." You wrapped your arms around him, finally letting your own tears fall, "I know."

"What are we gonna do? I just wanted a place for us- I just- I wanted to make a place for us- all we asked for was recognition- and now the only place that saw was recognizing us is gone."

It had taken a while for Quackity to stop talking about everything that had been destroyed. Even then he kept asking, "But- Just wanted to make a place for you guys, how are we gonna do that now?"

"We can still make a place," You assured him, even as you yourself were unsure, "We'll make our own little country. So far out where no one will be able to blow it up."

He seemed to take to the idea quickly, and that night, as the two of you sat together in the camp that had been made within the caverns of Pogtopia, he talked feverently of the country you two would make.

He talked of buildings, of businesses, and of wedding venues. The plans he made up that night, they were almost enough to make you forget about what had happened to your home.

"What about that land north of spawn?" You suggested, letting your head rest back on his shoulder.

Quackity thought about it for a moment, "I mean- its just some desert, but I think we could make it work."

"Good, I told Sap to meet us there once he found Karl."

He nodded, "We'll head up there, and start getting everything ready, and then when they're ready they can come up."

~~ This was how three months came to pass, with the busyness of planning the new city, the beginning of construction, the meetings with Sam to plan for the new economic system that the new country would spread through the lands.

Yet you still felt off. It had been that long and Karl and Sapnap had never returned, something must have gone horribly, horribly wrong. It nagged at you, constantly, Drove you sick with anxiety somedays.

"(y/n)."

You looked up from the designs for the next casino you had been going over, "Sam! I didn't know you were visiting today! What can I do for you?"

"Uhhh, I wasn't planning on it, you better come out here- it's Quackity, we had been discussing- some things. I don't know what happened but when he passed back through-" The creeper hybrid trailed off.

You quickly stood, rushing passed him and through the hall to the courtyard where Sam had left him, gasping for breath and tugging at his hair.

In an instant you were kneeling beside him, "Breath baby, breath."

"They- he- George- Kinoko- Sap- left- on purpose-" He blubbered.

"Hey, Q," You took his hands as gently as you could, "look at me. Breath, breath with me. Come on, breath."

Slowly, he began to calm down, and by the time Sam was long gone he slowly began to explain what happened.

"I was heading back from talking with Sam, I saw George outside the prison. He kept talking about something- about- Kinoko Kingdom..." He sighed.

"Kinoko- what?" You asked, confused.

He let his head drop into his hands, "Karl and Sapnap.... started another country- called Kinoko Kingdom... they didn't even wait for us."

You felt your heart drop, if you hadn't been holding his hands yours would've been shaking, "What-"

Quackity could only nod shakily as he pulled you into his arms.

"I told him to come back here- I told- why didn't they-" You muttered absently.

The only noise in the courtyard was from the fountains, and the small sniffles from the two of you.

You were still in a state of semi-shock and sadness when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"We don't need them anyway. Las Nevada's can prosper without them."

~~ "Purpled? You want to get him in on this?" Quackity frowned.

You shrugged, "He's a mercenary, he could be of some help around here."

Your fiancé studied your face for a moment, "No, that's not it. Why do you really want him here?"

"Look, he's-" You sighed, "The kids been through a lot. He doesn't really have anything anymore, he needs somewhere, someone at least. We owe that too him at least."

After a moment, he nodded, "I haven't spoken to him since I paid him for his help with that egg mess. He- didn't seem to like me being around."

"I'll try to find him, he'd talk to me, I'm sure of it." You stood up from your seat at the table.

"You're going now?" He asked, following you across to the coat room.

You nodded, tugging on your boots, "If I want to make it through to the Greater SMP before it gets dark. I'll see if Eret will let me stay the night, then I'll head out again."

"Be careful." Quackity advised once you were ready.

You pecked at his lips, "I always am."

The journey to the Greater SMP went quickly, and after a nights stay in Eret's castle, you had made your way to the UFO, disappointed to find it seemingly abandoned.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him if the one place he ever seems to be is empty." You muttered, glancing around the base of the UFO.

You shrugged off your knapsack, dropping it to the side, followed by the sword that had been at your hip, and then you began to climb.

Even the inside of the UFO was completely empty, devoid of any chests, crafting tables, or furnaces.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You jumped, turning to find Purpled, in full netherite, sword gripped tight in his hand.

"I- We've been looking for you." You fumbled for an explanation, holding up your hands in a sort of surrender.

He scoffed, "I already did a job for you people, I'm busy now."

"Not for a job Purpled!" You couldn't help but exclaim, "Some people actually try to find you for more than just that."

"Then what do you want?" He snapped.

"Did Q tell you about Nevadas?"

Purpled frowned, "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Well, I think you should join. Come in on the project."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

You sighed, "Look, Purpled, you- everyone here, in this smp, they don't care, they don't bother to know you. You- you don't really have a place here-"

"You think I don't know that?" Purpled's grip on his sword tightened.

"So, If you come with us, join Las Nevadas, you can have a place- have people who care. You need people, Purpled."

"I don't Need anyone." He insisted.

You sighed, "Someday your going to have to see that that's not true. Please consider joining Las Nevadas, no one here cares, but we do."

"That's not true," He said bitterly, "You just need me to do another god damned job."

With a shake of your head you turned, preparing for the climb back down, "Purpled, this smp isn't kind to children, but I think it's been the most unfair to you. Out here your being forgotten, but you might not be if you join us."

~~

At the base of the UFO you were surprised to find a strange, slimly looking boy digging through your bag.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Don't touch that! It's not yours!"

He looked up and froze, realizing he'd been caught.

You snatched your things away from him, quickly unsheathing your sword, "Who are you?"

"Uhhhh, I'm a meat person- same as you!" He offered.

"You- you're- uh-" You sputtered for a moment confused, "Why were you touching my things?"

"Uhhhhh, Dap me up!" He said avoiding the question.

You stared at him for a moment, "I don't have time for this."

As you started back toward the prime path you heard him call, "Nice to meet you (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

"How do you know my name?" You demanded, whirling around.

"Oh, I know a lot of things." He laughed, "I see lots 'a stuff."

You frowned, "Uh huh. I'm gonna- walk away now."

~~ A week had passed, and there was still no signs of Purpled, nor Fundy or Foolish, (both of whom Quackity had gone to speak to whilst you were away), coming to Las Nevadas.

You were sure that Purpled would come around eventually, but had no faith that anyone else would join Las Nevadas, until you had heard a strange noise in the night.

It had been a cross between a clang and a yell, and then almost like something being dragged.

You had been going over some of the contracts you had been preparing for if anyone ever did show up when you'd heard it, and your fiancé seem to be gone from his own office, and your bedroom even, so quickly you armed yourself with your sword before hurrying out after the noise.

The streets of Las Nevadas were still partially lit by street lamps as you hurried along, it didn't take you long to find your fiancé, just outside of city limits, pacing In front of a strange looking hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed.

"Hey! It's (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

You jumped at the voice, turning to see that no, the hole wasn't green, that the same slime boy from before was sitting in it.

"You! What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas put me in this hole!" He said cheerfully.

Quackity grabbed your shoulder, turning you away from Slime and the hole, "You know him?"

"He was trying to look through my stuff after I talked to Purpled," You explained, glancing back over at the hole, "Said he sees just about everything, uhh, as far as I can tell, he's like the hybrids- but- weirder."

"Nope! I'm just a totally goopless guy! I'm bones and stuff!" He called from the hole.

"Oh god we have crazy people here." Quackity muttered scrubbing a hand over his face.

You moved to crouch next to the hole, "What- uh- What are you doing here buddy?"

"Oh I'm just oozing around. Dap me up!"

Confused, you complied, nervously laughing as he grinned at the handshake.

"I found him spying in the restaurant." Quackity sighed.

"What's spying?" The boy in the hole asked, "I just listen."

"Yeah well tell me exactly what you heard or I'll ill you right now!" Quackity threatened, pulling out his sword.

He hummed, "Well, I saw you, and I saw (y/n) from Las Nevadas. And there was a green guy, and a purple guy. I know of a Red guy, dead guy but he's not dead anymore-"

Your breath hitched, "Dead guy?"

"Yeah, looked real ashy- maybe even ...sooty?..." He confirmed.

Quackity glanced back at you, "And he's not dead anymore?"

"No. He's weird now. Got gray hair instead of grey skin. Used to run a country- got blown up though."

"How much have you seen man?" You asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, "I mean, I move slow but I've seen a lot. Lately a lot of conversations about taking advantage of the ever so fragile human psyche through gambling."

"Holy shit." you muttered.

Quackity glared up into the night sky, almost looking for an answer.

Shifting closer too look at the boy you frowned, "What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh- those are just- my totally normal- human parts! I'm a person!" He grinned.

You sighed, "Uhh, look, what's your name? Like how I'm (y/n) from Las Nevadas, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm goop from the ground!" He smiled for a moment before realizing his mistake, "I mean- I'm a meat person!"

Quackity still seemed to be praying to the sky, not paying any attention.

"Goop from the ground," You muttered, slowly connecting the dots, "Well, uhh, goop, how bout I give you a regular person name?"

"A person name? Oh boy!" He laughed.

You thought for a moment longer, "How about- Charlie?"

Charlie grinned, somehow even wider than before, "Woah! I have a real human name! Like any other regular human meat person!"

"Yep, you do." You chuckled.

"And, to be clear, I definitely am one of those, and not a piece of goop, that's slowly come to the surface, hiding as a person!"

As you continued to talk with Charlie, Quackity seemed to come to a realization, "He's like an accidental spy!"

And, when you helped him out of the hole Quackity was quick to say, "Well, this- this- was- was uh a formal greeting! Yeah that's what we call them!"

"Wow!" Charlie mused.

The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, until Charlie turned to you, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas, if I'm Charlie- where- where?"

You smiled, "Do you want to be Charlie from Las Nevadas?"

~~

By the end of the same week, after having gotten Charlie fully on board, and slight agreement from Foolish, word finally came from Purpled.

You'd been working on the next phase of the whole Nevadas Project when Charlie rushed in, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas! There's someone here!"

You frowned, "Who?"

"Purpled from UFO!" He practically yelled.

Standing, you tucked your papers away, "That's perfect Charlie, thank you. Do you want to come with to help show him around?"

He nodded, following you out of your office.

Outside, you found Purpled, along with his dog, looking up at the casino in awe.

"Purpled! You came!" You called cheerfully.

The boy turned, a strange expression you couldn't read on his face, "What? No 'I told you so'? No 'I knew you'd come around eventually'?"

You shrugged, "I'm just glad you finally came."

He sighed, "It's not like they needed me anywhere else."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "That's alright, We need you here."

"They- I went to tell Ponk I was leaving," Purpled sounded too broken, too tired, "He said he was too busy to talk to me."

Before you could say anything, he continued, "I had a house, near L'Manhole. I- I uh blew it up, to see what would happen," His shoulders began to shake, ever so slightly, as he finished in a whisper, "No one even noticed."

In one quick move you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay Kid, it'll be okay now."

That was how your fiancé found you, standing outside the main casino, a teen all but sobbing into your shirt, Charlie looking on confused.

~~

And so, the time passed, Las Nevadas grew, and you and your new little family did along with it.

Quackity found it funny, really, your ability to bring people onto your side be connecting with them emotionally, and as he put it, all but adopting them.

Charlie still took up a room in the apartments you and Quackity staid in above the offices. Purpled would come over when things around the country weren't so busy, and you'd talk for hours, Foolish joining in some of the time.

Fundy, on his first night in the city, had broken down to you, the same as Purpled, but you'd helped him put himself together. Though Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't have official places in Las Nevadas, it seemed a chunk of their time was spent there.

Yep, that was your new strange family. You, Your fiancé and the kids but not really young enough to still be kids you accidently adopted.

Now, you reflected on this quietly, from the top of the needle.

"You okay?" Quackity asked softly, looking over at you.

You chuckled softly, "Can you believe that it's been two years?"

"No, can you?"

You shook your head, "You know, I've been thinking. A long time ago, you told me we were better off with out Karl and Sapnap."

He watched silently, as you pulled the other two rings that you had kept, holding them up by the chain they were strung on.

"Maybe- you were right- and maybe it's finally time to get married. Just us. We didn't need them to get here, we won't need them for anything else."

A small smile slipped onto Quackity's lips, "Would you marry me?"

"You already know the answer to that." You chuckled.

"So it's a yes?"

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"When should we have the ceremony then?" He asked.

"Right now," You mused, "We opened that wedding hall for a reason, right? We could get married proper, right now. It's already decorated the way Tubbo originally planed."

He laughed, "Let's do it tomorrow that way we have time to get like, notices out and shit."

You smiled, "Of course."

The sun had begun to set during this discussion, and you looked out over the peaceful landscape with a soft sigh, yes, this, this was home.

And even as you heard Charlie tripping and crashing his way up the stairs, the thought still filled your head.

"Quackity and (y/n) from Las Nevadas!" He exclaimed, "Purpled from Las Nevadas found some people by the border!"

In an instant, both you and Quackity were standing, "What were they doing?"

"Looking around, real weird like. Fundy From Las Nevadas said they might be here to attack us! I hope they aren't."

You followed Quackity past him and back down from the tower, drawing your sword as Charlie called out where he had left Purpled and the mystery people.

What you found was not what you expected.

Purpled stood, sword drawn and pointed at the men you least expected to see now.

Karl looked scared, tucked back behind Sapnap who was moving to draw his own sword.

Not another move!" You barked, moving to stand in line with Purpled.

Karl's face light up upon seeing you, "(y/n)! Quackity! I missed you!"

"Did you?" Quackity spit.

"Sapnap drop your sword." You commanded, not paying attention to the strange look on their faces, no one, and I mean no, pulled a sword on your family.

He frowned, "Wh- (y/n) don't be like that. I get it- but- why..."

"What are your intentions? Why have you come here?" You asked.

"We wanted to find you!" Karl said, "We missed you (y/n)."

"Uhh, that's (y/n) from Las Nevadas to you." Charlie said.

Quackity sighed, grabbing Charlie by the collar and pulling him back, "Sorry- he's been learning sass and sarcasm lately."

"Still, what are you doing here?" You pushed.

"We wanted to find you! You've been gone so long, we thought we'd go looking." Sapnap explained.

"We've been gone?" You scoffed, "You were the ones who disappeared."

Karl moved forward, grabbing your left hand, and Quackity's right, "We just wanted to come back, to finally get married."

You pulled away, slowly sheathing your sword, "You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, the smile just beginning to drip off his face.

"You fucking left us- We were just trying to make a place for the four of us to be safe and you left us! And now you want back? Out of the blue?" Your voice steadily grew louder, "You cannot show up here after abandoning us like that!"

Quackity gently took your hand, murmuring, "(y/n)..."

"No. They don't get to do this!" You turned to him, watching his face change upon seeing the mix of anger and sadness in your eyes.

"W- We'll talk about this tomorrow, away from the kids," He asserted, for once not earning any protest about age from Purpled or Fundy, "Charlie, you think you can take these guys on a tour of the place?"

He nodded eagerly, "This way this way!"

As Sapnap, Karl, Purpled and FUndy began to trudge after him, Quackity turned to you, "(y/n)?"

You just shook your head, pulling your hand out of his and starting away.

~~ Purpled had followed the tour party quietly, taking a page from Charlie's book and watching, observing everything.

He had seen the pain in your face at the suggestion of marriage, and the anger in Quackity's just upon seeing them.

So, he followed the men warily, watching the way Karl exclaimed about how he had built an Effile tower just like the one in the city in Manberg, and the way that Sapnap mentioned fondly how the décor at the wedding hall matched the ones you two had always spoken about.

Hearing it nearly drove him mad. Did they not realize that it had all been for them? That dreams of them arriving were the only thing that had ruled Your and Quackity's minds?

When Charlie had directed the group, which by now included some of the other tourists, past one of the bars, he stopped.

Inside, Quackity was slumped at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Drinking away your problems won't solve them." Purpled sighed, pulling the bottle away from him.

"We were doing so good without them. You know that Purp. But here they are, back and ready to fuck things up again. That's how it's always been." He muttered.

The boy shook his head, "They don't realize how destructive they are? Do they?"

"Never have." He sighed.

"Lets get you back home."

Quackity allowed himself to be manhandled into standing, and then led out of the bar, back toward the offices, and toward the apartment.

"(y/n) will figure it out. They always do." Purpled assured him, pulling open the apartment door and ushering him in.

"But they shouldn't have too," He sighed, running a hand through his hair, not bothered by the way his beanie fell to the floor, "They've dealt with so much without help. Yet they're always the ones to help us."

~~

Once he had wrangled Quackity into the bedroom, Purpled headed back out, finding Fundy at the base of the Needle, "They up there?"

"Yeah," The hybrid sighed, "Quackity?"

"Got drunk. He's- painfully coherent though." He winced.

Fundy ran a hand through his hair, "It's hard to believe one of the nicest people around is the one to fuck them up like this."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Purpled said as they began to make their way toward the stairs, "My first night here- I was having a hard time, because- the whole server acted like I didn't exist. (y/n) told me about how Sapnap and Karl had abandoned them."

"Did it seem this bad though?" Fundy asked.

"No- but that was before they turned up again talking about marriage."

By now they had reached the top of the tower, and Purpled could see where you sat by the ledge, feet dangling over. Quietly, they both sat down on either side of you.

"How's Q?" You asked quietly after a moment.

"Drunk, but back at your apartment, well supplied with water." Purpled reported.

You nodded, "And K and- Karl and Sapnap?"

"Waaay to blissfully ignorant." Fundy said.

Quiet held you three in silence for a moment, until at last Purpled sighed, asking, almost bitterly, "So- are you gonna marry them? You were going to once."

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything here." You mumbled.

"Sapnap was talking about how cool it would be to come back and visit from Kinoko after the honeymoon." Fundy admitted.

Before you could say anything Purpled drew one of his knees to his chest, "I- don't- it feels like they'd be taking you away from us- I like it the way it is. Things are nice, and they're just fucking it up."

Fundy nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, he's right. If you people all get married nothing will be the same. I kind of liked having parental figures, I don't want them messing that up."

"They won't." You promised softly.

By god, if you hadn't already made up your mind, their words would've swayed you.

~~ After a while, you stood, "Let's go home."

They followed you tiredly, Charlie joining the mini procession at one intersection, telling you that Sapnap and Karl had gone to get a hotel room.

At the apartment, Quackity was sitting on the couch, already seeming more sober than Purpled had told you. When you sat next to him, his arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you like a lifeline.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the couch, Purpled curled up in the armchair, and Fundy dug around until he found one of the old projectors he'd left there, queuing up a movie.

"Hey, just like on Nightmare's days!" Charlie laughed, referring to the infamous 16th, where, just about every month it seemed you, Fundy, Quackity and sometime Purpled would have nightmares of the Manburg Pogtopia war, and everyone would congregate in the living room to watch one of Fundy's movies.

"Sure as hell feels like one." Quackity muttered.

And so you watched the movie, though your thoughts drifted, thinking of how you would deal with your reappearing ex-fiancés.

As you thought, you created a mini script in your head. Exactly what you would say came you.

"You didn't need us then, and we don't need you now."

Yes, you thought, leaning more into Quackity's side, thats what you'd say, after you talked about your new family.

(and the next day, you did just that)

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy 06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #I was going to write the full confrontaion #but I didn't have it in me

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers x reader #emwrites

[lavenderwhore444]

Ah shit here we go again

Btw this is moth shigaraki

So imagine this you work at this place that’s like a zoo that has moths and other creatures ( u can tell I’m struggling) so ur coworkers were trying to get this baby moth inside it’s cage but it kept panicking and crying ( I think u know who is this baby moth) u went to see what’s up that’s how u saw the most beautiful moth u ever seen, you picked up the baby moth ( meanwhile ur coworkers were panicking) it just calmed down everyone was 👁👄👁 long story short u were now in charge of shigaraki, u took care of him feed him u did everything, until he was literally taller then u are ( moths grow up fast ok?) shigaraki was in love with u even when u had ur days off ( he absolutely hated when u had to leave home boy would throw tantrums) he would never let anyone touch him if anyone did they might of lost a couple of fingers, when u came back from ur break he would be attach to ur hip he would not let go not to mention he probably scratched the hell out of his neck so u had to deal with that, oh yeah he was overprotective of u won’t anyone touch u

Let’s just say u were super sick so u had to take a week off, u were devastated that ur not gonna be able to see shigaraki (u had to admit that u have fallen in love with him) so for now u were trying to get better, meanwhile shigaraki was losing his shit he thought u left him ( or dead💀 lmao) he couldn’t wait anymore so he escaped, it was easy finding where u lived since he memorized ur scent, u suddenly heard a noise come out of room ( u went to get some water or something idk sis) as u entered u found shigaraki, shigaraki ran to u and just hugged ( basically crashed u with his two sets of arms) he started to cry he wouldn’t let go, u got super worried and asked him what’s wrong, so he explained what happened then u suddenly felt super weak and almost fainted shigaraki was panicking asking if ur ok, u said that u had a fever thats all, shigaraki just put u back on the bed, shigaraki finally had the opportunity to repay u, he had read somewhere that sex can help ( it’s totally not an excuse for him to see u naked) he just wants to please u( his mommy 😏) his wings vibrated at the thought of pleasing u, let just say u had no problem with it. ( so when shigaraki is done reader flops shigaraki on the bed and fucks the shit out of him as a thank u gift lollll)

Kinks umm sub shigaraki whos eager to please and dom reader, this one hundred percent has a mommy kink umm I cant think of anything, this isn’t my best ideas so feel free to ignore this 😔😫

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Storms

Tomothura :) 🦋

I'm sleepy, and I want milk and cookies. Not to flex, but I only have to see my therapist every other week cause ig I'm just perfect.

Update I now see her once a week and have to take dbt a THIRD (?) time

I have a bad smell and taste in my mouth and nose from covid. It reminds me of meatballs but in the worst way :/

Warnings: masturbation, heat, vaginal sex, humping, loss of virginity (both parties), breeding, & mommy kink.

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I have rewritten this six times. No matter how much I write, whether it's 100 words or 1,000,000 words, I can't create a smooth transition between y/n's like caregiver (?) relationship with Shiggy to a romantic/sexual relationship with him. To put it simply, I give up 💀 . HOWEVER, I did cook up another scenario in my mind, so even though I have strayed from the original blueprint, I will still deliver a moth Shigaraki fic to all of you <3

To those of you brave people who aren't scared of storms:

1) I envy you.

2) I apologize because I need y/n to be scared of storms for my plot.

Thinking abt writing a poly relationship with y/n shigaraki and dabi. It’d just be so cute.

On another unrelated note: why did I get put on the gross end of scent kinks (yes, those exist)? Instead of being like, “mmm sexy cologne,” I'm like, “Dabi reeking after being on a long mission and cuddling, so I have to smell him and get his sweat on me, ” like Claire. Control yourself.

It was a beautiful night. The only light around you was the moon, the stars, and dozens of fireflies. It was warm and calm, no wind, no rain, not even a chill though the sun had set. You walked further through the forest. Your friends had gotten tired and retired to the campsite. You, however, had chosen to wander some more. You found clarity in the woods at night.

You stumbled upon a beautiful pond surrounded by luscious green trees. Lily pads floated in the water, and frogs croaked. The number of fireflies had increased, and little fairy circles littered the ground (you were careful not to step in them). There was a little cabin up a small hill. It had wooden walls and small windows which stopped you from seeing the inside.

You checked the time, 12:55 a.m. As you walked back, it started to rain. Great. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? But then it began to storm. The kind of storm that knocked loose widow makers, that made the ground shake, and could cause mudslides. You had to get inside and fast. You were closest to the cottage from earlier, and the trees got thicker by your campsite. You ran back as fast as you could and knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there? It's storming, and my campsite is too far away, ” you called.

“It's open, ” a voice called.

You opened the door and shut it quickly, not wanting to be out in the storm for a second longer. Then, you took off your shoes.

“I’m making tea for us, ” the voice said.

“Oh, it's ok. You really don't have to-”

“I didn't ask you, ” the voice said again, “just accept my hospitality, ”

You sat down on the couch and scrolled through your phone. Even though you had sworn it had 50% left, it was now nearly dead.

“Do you have a phone charger I could borr-” the lights flickered off, “never mind, ”

Here you were, trapped in a stranger's house as it stormed with nothing but a dead phone and no power. The stranger walked into the room, and your first reaction was to scream.

“Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, ” Shigaraki said, setting down your tea.

“You're- you have- what are- y-you have, ” you stuttered in shock.

“Yeah, I've got wings and shit. Calm down, ” Tomura said, taking a sip of his tea.

You sat in silence for a moment as you processed.

“I'm tomura shigaraki, ” he said, “if we're stuck here together while it storms, we might as well know each other's names, ”

“I'm y/n, ” you said.

“Pretty name, ” Shigaraki said.

“Thank you, ” you nodded, “so how long do you think the storm will last?”

“No idea, but here it can rain for up to five days, ” he said.

“Oh, ” you said.

“It’ll be fine. I've got food for both of us, ” Shigaraki said.

“No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm just scared of-” thunder roared, and lightning struck. You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“You're scared of storms, ” he finished, “you can come sit next to me if it would make you feel better or whatever, ” he offered.

You nodded and sat next to him. Despite looking...strange, his presence was very comforting. More thunder and lighting caused you to jump. He wrapped one of his soft wings around you.

“You're fine, y/n. Don't worry, ok?” Tomura said.

Did he know why he was letting you sit so close to him? No. Did he know why he wanted to comfort you? Also no.

“You're wet, ” he said.

You nearly choked, “what?”

“I’ll give you some clothes while yours are in the dryer, ” he said, getting up.

“Can I come with you?” you said, “I don't want to be alone, ”

He sighed, “sure, come on, ”

You both headed up to his room, and he threw you some clothes. Shigaraki looked at you, waiting patiently.

“Well?” he said.

“I'm not gonna change in front of you, ” you said, cheeks glowing bright red.

“I don't know why you're making it a big deal, ” he muttered, turning away.

Truthfully he'd never seen anyone naked and had lived alone most of his life. When he thought about you naked or even just in your underwear, he felt strange.

“I'll be right back, ” he muttered, heading to the bathroom.

He had a strange urge to touch himself, so he indulged. After unzipping his pants, he cupped his hardening cock gently and hissed at the new sensation. It felt weird but good. So good. He wrapped a hand around it and started stroking it gently, nearly moaning out loud.

He turned on the sink to mask any accidental noises. He kept stroking for a while longer, stifling even more noises. Soon he felt an intense tingling sensation in his balls that seemed to grow stronger and spread throughout his cock. As he finally burst, his whole body relaxed, and thick, white sticky liquid shot out of his dick. It was foreign to him, but it felt wonderful.

Meanwhile, outside, you had heard everything. You sat on the bed awkwardly as Tomura came out of the bathroom. He took your wet clothes.

“The um dryer is just downstairs, ” he said, looking towards the floor, “if you want to come with, ”

“Sure, ” you nodded, following behind him.

With your clothes in the dryer, you both sat downstairs on the couch. It was silent until you decided to try and lighten the mood.

“So what um do you like to do for fun?” you asked.

“I like games a lot, ” he said, taking a carrot off a plate of vegetables he'd gotten the two of you.

“I like games too, ” you smiled.

The both of you talked about games for a while until you nearly passed out.

“Hey, head upstairs. I'll take the couch, ” Shigaraki said, noticing your eyelids fluttering shut.

“No, I don't want to take your bed, ” you yawned.

“Get upstairs y/n. I'm serious just sleep in my fucking bed, ” Shigaraki ordered.

“But-, ”

“No, no buts, ” he interrupted.

“The least I can do is let you sleep with me. Won't you crush your wings on the couch?” you said.

“Fine. If it makes you feel better, I guess, ” Shigaraki mumbled.

You both walked upstairs. Shigaraki found a toothbrush for you, and you got into bed with him. You slept back to back, but it was cold. No, frigid. He could tell by the way you were shivering. He turned towards you and held you with both pairs of arms. A wing draped over you, and he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t make it weird, ” he grunted.

“Ok, ” you said, sleep clouding your mind.

By the following day, you had turned towards him, and you both were completely tangled in each other. It was still storming when you woke up. You pulled Shigaraki closer, savoring his warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead, ” he said.

“Morning, ” you responded.

He stroked your hair gently, wings humming quietly. He flipped on the light, and to your surprise, it worked. The power was back on!

“I’ll make breakfast, ” you said, getting up.

He pulled you back down, “ten more minutes. You're warm, ”

Ten minutes turned into an hour as you dozed off again. You couldn't help it, he was warm, and his nimble fingers traced designs on your back. The bed was so soft, and so were his wings. After a while, he woke you up, poking your cheek.

“Can you still make breakfast?” he said, smiling down at you.

You looked so beautiful with messy hair and tired eyes. Shigaraki couldn't help himself as he traced a finger over your lips. He saw the blush on your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have nice lips, ” he whispered.

“Thank you, ” you said.

He sensed your breathing pick up along with your heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating really fast, y/n, ” Shigaraki said, bringing his face closer to yours, “are you alright?”

“Yeah. yeah, I'm fine, ” you said, “don't worry about me, ”

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you say so, ” he said, getting out of bed.

You already missed the warmth of his body; it was still freezing from all the rain. How could the weather change so quickly? You followed him downstairs and began to make breakfast. As you were cooking, you felt him put one of his zip-up hoodies over your shoulders.

“You look cold, ” he said, “take it, ”

“Thank you, ” you responded, pushing your arms into the sleeves immediately.

It smelled just like him. This was your routine with him for the next three days. On the morning of your fourth day, the rain had stopped. The thing is, neither of you said anything. You just went about your day together like normal. The truth is, you liked it here. You were so much happier with him in his little house than you had ever been anywhere else.

“The rain stopped over a month ago, ” he said one day, “why haven't you left?” that definitely didn't come off the way he wanted it to.

“Oh well, I can leave if you'd like-”

“No. Stay, ” he said, “I want you here,”

He got up and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“Stay, ” he whispered.

“I will, ” you said, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.

He held you like that for a while, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. The months flew by. Soon the leaves turned orange and red and fell to the ground. Next, the ground was bright white from the snow, and tulips began to bloom in the spring.

‘Shit,’ Shigaraki thought, ‘its spring’

He'd been feeling strange lately, and after googling his symptoms, he realized he was going into his first heat. He googled many things that night, some disgusted him, and some did quite the opposite.

“Hey y/n, you should probably head back and get your things. You've been here a while, so I'm just assuming you're staying, ” Shigaraki said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I'm alright, ” you smiled, tending to the little garden you'd started, “I've gone into town a few times. I have everything I need, ”

“No, really, I think it would be good, ” he said.

“Shiggy, if you want me to leave, it's ok, ” you said, standing up and stroking his cheek.

He loved when you did that. It always made his wings buzz happily.

“No!” he said, “I don't want you to leave, please stay, ”

You smiled, “I'm not going anywhere, ok? You don't have to be so anxious; I'm staying, ”

He nodded, “I just- um, ”

“Go on, ” you urged, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I um think I'm going into...heat, ” he whispered the last part, “and I don't want you to have to deal with that, ”

“I don't mind, ” you said, “if it's alright with you, I’d like to stay. I'll take care of you, ”

He smiled and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“You're amazing, ” he said.

You giggled, “so what even happens during your heat? Do you get sick or something?”

“It’s hard to explain, ” he muttered.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know what's wrong?” you said, pouting up at him.

He shoved his phone in your hand, “here, ”

You read the screen, eyes widening and cheeks getting hot.

You looked up at him, “so you um, ”

“Yeah, ” he muttered, “as I said, you don't have to stay. I’m serious.”

You took a deep breath, “I want to stay. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it means letting you take my virginity. Truthfully I’d be happy if you did, Tomura, ”

“You would?” he asked, “are you sure?”

You nodded, “I think I've liked you for a while now. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you need to do to me, ” your breath hitched at the last part.

You'd never seen yourself as submissive. You never took shit from anyone. Shigaraki didn't see you as submissive either, even with all the things you’d said. When they mixed with your tone and personality, they sounded caring but not in a submissive sense.

You were dominant, but not in the way he'd always thought of it. You were like...

“Mommy, ” he whispered.

So soft and gentle. Calm and caring but independent and strong.

“Can I call you that? It just feels...right, ” he said.

You nodded, “um sure, ”

“Mommy, ” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Shigaraki groaned quietly.

“About what you said earlier, I like you too, y/n, ” he said.

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. After you pulled away, he pressed his lips to yours again immediately. He grabbed your hair, pulling you closer as you yelped in surprise. He laughed softly, starting to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tomura tried to dominate the kiss to no avail. Instead, he fell victim to the way you were able to move your tongue around in his mouth, leaving almost nothing untouched.

You pulled away, admiring the dark blush on his cheeks. He's so pretty.

“I'm sleepy, mommy, ” he said before yawning.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He put you down on the bed and practically laid on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his wings act as your blanket.

“Goodnight, ” you whispered.

“G’night, mommy, ” he mumbled.

You awoke to something rubbing your thigh.

“Mommy, ” he moaned, “mommy, please. Please, it hurts so bad, mommy, ”

As you became more conscious, you realized that he was humping your thigh. He’d already made a sticky mess in his pants and on your own. You kissed him gently. Letting your soft lips contrast between the rough humping of your leg.

“Want, ” he moaned, “need to mate, mommy. I need to please, ”

“It's alright, sweetie, ” you said, pulling him between your legs.

He began humping your crotch, panting and drooling.

“Mommy, ” he slurred, “I want in. I want in you, ”

His wings had been buzzing violently ever since you agreed. One set of hands cupping your face and the other holding your hips in place as he rubbed his cock on your clothed pussy. You wiggled out of your pants with his help, and he practically ripped off his own pants. He pulled off his boxers and ripped off your panties. He shoved himself into you, nearly screaming at the way your warm wet cunt sucked his cock in. The way you clenched because he was big, so fucking big.

“Mommy, ” he chanted, “mommy, mommy, mommy, ”

He lasted a surprisingly long time, wandering fingers finding your clit. He slammed into you, slapping skin and squelching filled his ears, but all of this was drowned out by his moans and whimpers. Finally, Tomura pushed you over the edge. You clenched and came all around his cock with a loud moan.

“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “breed mommy, I need you to take my cum mommy. I need you to let me breed you and make you all pretty with my kids, ”

“Yes, Tomu, go ahead, sweetie. Breed, mommy, ” you moaned.

He gasped and sobbed as an absurd amount of cum flooded your cunt. It began to ooze out of your cunt around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, panting as his cock softened inside of you. His heat was over. His need to breed you was met. He was exhausted, couldn't move to bathe, only pass out with you safe in his arms.

Over time you did swell up with his kids. He was so excited to start a family, to claim you with his offspring. If you had his kids, you were his, end of story. No one was allowed to look at you or touch you.

‘Mommy’s so pretty when she's bred,’ he thought to himself as he kissed your stomach.

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[halsteadlover]

Taking Care Of You

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: I am currently in a lot of pain from a bad ear ache that has me swollen and unable to enjoy listening to Jay Halstead, because I can barely hear as I was already hard of hearing in the other ear. I was wondering if you could do a story of how Jay would help a sick or injured y/n in which is very fluffy and cute. I could use the distraction, but if you don't have the time or have too many asks already planned out that's okay. I am enjoying your stories right now either way as they are good for distracting as I am on bed rest. Thanks for your time ❤️

• Warnings: none.

• Word count: 2315.

• A/N: I don't know if that's exactly what the request was but I hope it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think and reblog if you want. Sorry for any mistake. Love you all 💕

Being sick was one of the things you hated most in the world, the feeling of a stuffy nose, your throat burning from coughing and so swollen you couldn’t eat, your head spinning, damn, you were looking forward for all of this to end soon.

When you woke up that morning you thought that, despite the fever and the flu, you would be able to go to work but it was enough for you to get up to realize this wouldn’t be possible at all. You turned your head to the other side of the bed and noticed it was empty, a sign that your boyfriend Jay had already gone to work.

That day was one of the longest and most boring of your life, as well as horrible because of your condition and there was no point trying to find something to watch on TV or trying to sleep, time passed so slowly when you were forced to stay in bed.

“Baby I’m home!” Jay exclaimed that evening as he walked into your house, closing the door behind him as he held the grocery bags with his free hand. He immediately noticed that you weren’t on the sofa as he used to find you every time he came home. “Baby?”

“Here!” you managed to say before making a particularly aggressive cough.

Jay joined you in the bedroom and turned on the light, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you curled up in bed under the covers.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, reaching for you and kneeling next your bed’s side.

“I’m fine” you said faintly but just then you coughed again. Jay obviously didn’t believe you, he just needed to see your pale face, red nose and chapped lips to understand that you weren’t feeling well at all.

“Baby what do you feel?” he asked worriedly, noticing the way you were shivering from the cold. With one hand he stroke your hair briefly before placing it on your forehead, almost wincing when he realized how hot you were. “My god darling you’re burning up.”

“It’s just…” you tried to say but another cough prevented you from speaking. It was so strong that you almost felt your organs explode inside you.

“Shh don’t talk… Here... Slow sips” Jay said handing you the glass of water on the bedside table. He helped you lift up slightly and waited for you to stop coughing before letting you drink.

“Baby why the hell didn’t you call me?” he then asked you, as he continued to stroke your hair, a worried expression on his face.

“I didn’t want to bother you, it’s just a little bit of fever.”

“Don’t ever say that, you don’t bother me at all,” he said as you smiled “I would've never leave you this morning if I knew you were feeling like this.”

“It’s okay baby,” you said, blowing your nose with the paper tissue you were holding “How was your day?”

“It’s not important now, let’s focus on you. Did you take any medicine?”

You nodded. “An hour before you came.”

“You look so tired babe did you manage to catch any sleep?”.

You shook your head slightly.

He sighed, a sad expression on his face as he looked at you.

“Did you eat something?” he asked even if he already knew the answer. You shook your head again. “Baby you have to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I know, but it’s not good for you if you starve. You want that chicken soup you love so much?”

You nodded and Jay smiled to see your eyes twinkle at the mention of the soup. “Okay I’ll go make it then, you need something? Another blanket? Anything else?”

“No baby it’s okay” you said, pulling a hand out from under the blanket and running it through his hair. They were so soft.

“Baby if you want anything just let me know okay? I want to make you feel better.”

“You always make it better.”

He smile and stroked your cheek before leaning over you and kissing your hot forehead.

“Jay don’t stay so close to me, I don’t want to infect you.”

“I won’t catch anything darling, don’t worry. Stay there, I’ll be back soon and call me if you need anything” he said, making sure to adjust the blankets around your shoulders so they could better cover you.

After about 20 minutes you started feeling lonely, that’s why you went into the kitchen to reach Jay, a small blanket around your shoulders, and a smile appeared on your lips when you saw him busy cooking.

Jay turned when he saw you standing there and immediately walked over to you, a frown on his face. “Hey you shouldn’t be standing…”

“I haven’t fainted yet so I’m fine,” you said and giggled as Jay’s face came into a look of pure fear and horror.

“God don’t even say it” he said “Do you want something honey? The soup doesn’t…”

“I just want a hug.”

He gave a huge smile, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the way you looked at him. “Oh baby come here,” he said, drawing you straight to him and holding you like he never did before.

You sighed in satisfaction, your eyes closed and your head resting on his chest as your arms encircled his chest. You had missed him so much over the course of that day. The fact that you couldn’t even be able to smell his scent was driving you crazy, that flu was insufferable.

Jay continued to stroke your hair as he pressed kisses on your head. He kept holding you so tight and god only knew how good he made you feel, how safe you felt in his arms.

“Baby, you’re shaking,” he murmured, wrapping his arms even more around your body, so tight that it almost took your breath away.

“I’m fine, just hold me,” I whispered, not wanting to let him go.

“I’m not going anywhere baby”, he whispered back “God, I want to kiss you so much.”

You laughed, trying not to cough and trying to ignore your head spinning. You hugged for an indefinite time that Jay almost forgot about the soup he was cooking.

You were sitting in bed now, your back against the headboard as Jay fed you soup. No matter how many times you told him you could eat alone, he didn’t allow you to literally move a muscle.

“Are you still hungry? There is still some soup left if you like” he said as soon as you finished.

“No baby, thank you. It was very good by the way, I should get sick more often” you joked as you cleaned your mouth with a tissue. Jay was sitting right in front of you, his hand caressing your legs above the blankets.

“Please no baby, I can’t stand not kissing you,” he said helping you laying down again, covering you with the blankets again “You need anything else? Some water?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’m going to put these in the kitchen and I'll be right back” he said pointing to the plate you ate from and you nodded.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else baby?” he asked as soon as he came back to your room.

“I’m sure” you spoke before you sneezed. Jay hand you a tissue and you thanked him as he sat right next to you. He kept his gaze on you for the whole time, his hand stroking your hair out of your face.

“I hate seeing you like this, I wish I could do something to make you feel better” he whispered, feeling sad and his heart breaking at the sight of you feeling this bad.

“Like I said, you already make it better.”

“Have I already told you you’re incredibly beautiful Y/N?”

You chuckled, knowing well he was just lying. “You don’t have to lie baby” you said, smiling at him.

“I never lie, you know that. You’re gorgeous even when you’re this sick,” he smiled, leaning towards you and kissing you on your forehead “My poor baby, you’re still burning up. If the fever doesn’t go down I’ll call Will,” he continued, stopping you when you tried to speak “And don’t even try to say no. “

“I’m fine baby I promise…” you pouted.

“Stop it, you don’t charm me my love.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he stated, “Stop acting so cute, I’m not playing.”

“Don’t you think you’re exaggerating to call Will? It’s just a little bit of flu.”

“I don’t care honestly, I won’t risk your health,” he said with a firm tone and you knew there was no point on arguing about this with him “You need another blanket? Another cover?”

You tried not to laugh. “No.”

“You want to watch a movie?”

“No baby.”

“Would like some tea? I can make you one if you want.”

You shook your head, looking at him trying not to smile. God he was so cute that not throwing yourself at him was becoming almost impossible. You wanted to kiss that cute frown he had on his face so bad and you never hated so much being sick like in that moment.

“Why are laughing?” he asked confused as he kept gently stroking your face and playing with your hair. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, I’d never do that,” you giggled “I just love you so much.”

No matter how many times he heard you say it, it would always have the exact same effect on him, it would always give him butterflies in his stomach and make his heart beat faster.

“I love you too.”

“Jay you know you don’t have to be with me all the time right? You got back from work and didn’t even take your shoes off.”

“I don’t feel like leaving you alone right now.”

“It’s okay baby, you can go take a shower I’ll be fine.”

He didn’t answer right away but instead he kept looking at you as if he was thinking if he could leave you for a while or not.

“Are you sure? What if you need something and I’m not here?”

You chuckled. “Baby you are here, it doesn’t take three hours to take a shower plus if I need something I still can get up so no worries.”

“I don’t know…”

“Jay, what can possibly happen? It’s not like you’re going anywhere far.”

He sighed. “Fine, but don’t move, you have to rest okay?” he said “And stop laughing I’m just worried about you.”

“I know baby, that’s why I love you. You’re amazing.”

When Jay came back to the bedroom after taking a shower, he wasted no time filling you with questions if you needed anything, if you were hungry or felt worse. It wasn’t necessary to tell him he was gone for just 20 minutes. It had been a long time since you had the flu and you had almost forgotten how overprotective he was, even though that made you smile like an idiot. It was nice to know that there was someone who cared about you so much that he didn't think about anything else.

You frowned when you saw Jay crawl into bed next to you and hold you close.

“Baby don't be so close to me, I don't want you to get sick because of me,” you said as he put an arm around your hips and pulled you to him, your head resting on his chest as you looked at him.

“I don't give a fuck honestly, I just want to hold you right now,” he whispered, kissing you on the forehead and looking at you with so much love that you almost melted in his arms “And anyway you’d take care of me if I get sick right?”

“Of course,” you giggled “But it’d be better if you don't get sick.”

“Don't worry darling my antibodies are steel,” he joked “How are you feeling now?”

“I feel better, thanks to you” you answered. You didn't know if in that moment you were shivering because of the fever or because you were so close to him.

“I wish I could do something more, I don't like seeing you like that.”

“You're already doing so much, I'm so grateful to have you” you whispered giving a little kiss on his chest above the shirt.

“I won't leave you until you get better. I'll call in and take tomorrow off.”

“Jay...” you were about to say when another cough stopped you. You immediately got up from Jay and turned away to cover your mouth with your arm.

“Baby are you okay?” Jay asked in alarm, getting up immediately and walking around the bed to hand you some water. He stood there in front of you until you calmed down, a hand stroking your back as he looked at you with concern. He hated that situation, that feeling of helplessness he felt seeing you feel so bad and not being able to do anything.

“God I hate this” you murmured after drinking the water and lying down again, your head hammering.

“There's no way I'm leaving you tomorrow, I wouldn't even do it if I tried” he said and you nodded, knowing you really needed him.

You didn't notice that he laid back in bed next to you until you felt his arms squeeze you again.

“I'll take care of you baby I promise, you'll get better,” he whispered “Get some sleep now, I'll be right there when you wake up.”

And with those words, lulling you by his breath and his heartbeat, you drifted into a deep sleep. His hand continued to caress your face, his hair and his lips leaving gentle kisses on your forehead, as he held you like you were the most precious thing he had.

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[justwonder113]

Halu! Saw your post, and I'm looking forward for your future works. Can I request a Dad! haikyuu scenarios? Cause I'm really into that. When he and his pregnant s/o, went to the hospital for feral ultrasound. And the obstetricians revealed there’s 3 heartbeats. Which mean, they are having triplets. I wanna know their reactions so bad 😂 When I think of triplets, I'm thinking those character who most probably have strong genes. (Bokuto, Osamu, Atsumu and maybe, Ushijima?)

Oh my god this is such an adorable scenario. Ngl I keep reminding myself that I'm too young to have kids now (not that I have a bf or anything lol). Thank you very much for requesting, I really hope you will like it.

Hearing that you're going to have triplets

includes: Bokuto Koutaro, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu and Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Bokuto Koutaro

Honestly you were so thankful that you had Bokuto with you, he was the most amazing partner you could ask for. Always supportive and kind, never failing to make you feel deeply appreciated and loved.

Especially since he found out you were pregnant. The man was over the moon! You hadn't even finished the sentence he already had you in his arms spinning you around while proclaiming how happy he was.  You felt silly that you were even worried about his reaction. You had never seen him more happy. 

You just knew he would be the most amazing father.

He was always with you and helped you with whatever he could, say goodbye to even holding stuff. Cleaning and sometimes even cooking were immediately off your shoulders. And whenever you tried to tell him that you were more than capable of doing stuff he immediately shushed you saying that he was more than happy to help.

 He didn't know much about pregnancy, tho he read everything with you and listened to you whenever you explained things to him, he just wanted to support you.

I see that he would also change his diet for you. It's important for pregnant women to have a healthy lifestyle during pregnancy. So when he saw that you tried to cut off junk food and other unhealthy food he immediately gave up on them too. If you stopped drinking coffee he would stop to, everything to support you.

When you told him that you had to go to ultrasound to make sure everything was right he immediately called and took a day off. You were so thankful for it, you told him that you could go alone but honestly you were terrified, this was your first pregnancy. You read almost everything and asked so many questions too and did everything you were told, but you were still beyond terrified on what the doctor would say, so having him around was really a big deal.

Especially when you noticed slight furrow on doctor's face. Your grip immediately tightened around his hand. Your mind immediately went to most terrible stuff in seconds, it didn't even cross your mind that you might be having triplets. You wanted to ask what was happening, but you didn't have courage, thankfully Bokuto got the clue and asked what was going on." I had to make sure, congratulations, you will be having triplets, I can hear three completely healthy heartbeats." The doctor beamed at you." Three heartbeats... Triplets..., oh my god Kou we're having triplets!" you couldn't believe your ears, heck you didn't even know what you were even feeling. You were thrilled yes but at the same time... Being mother of one kid seemed already hard, but triplets? Would you do a good job? What about Kou? Was he happy with the news?

You returned to reality after you felt two strong arms wrap around you tightly. Bokuto was beaming like crazy." Oh my god Y/N! We're having triplets!" He cheered loudly, startling both you and the doctor. "That's so amazing! We would have like half of a volleyball team! That's so cool! I never even thought we could have triplets, thank you so much, you really make me happiest!" He kept rambling on and on, pressing millions of kisses on top of your head. You never even realized when you started crying… "You're happy?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper."I'm beyond thrilled baby, this is going to be awesome! Don't worry about anything, we're going to do great you hear me!" He immediately assured you and planted another kiss on your head making you giggle as well. He was right as long you had each other you were not afraid of anything. You would do amazing!

Osamu Miya

I feel like he would be the most amazing husband. Really doting and caring.

Would also really try to help you with everything he could. Both around the house and with whatever you needed. Just imagine being able to taste Samu's cooking every day. (And I just know he would try and come up with new recipes just so he would keep things interesting for you, like you hate some food, and it's hella healthy and is good for pregnancy, you bet your butt he would try and come up with a recipe, so you could eat it that way and not gag. Alsosatisfying your cravings with his cooking would be like a challenge for him, he would be excited to try out new things.)

I think that after you told him the news that you were pregnant he knew that he had to change things. Like he already felt bad when he worked all this long days at his restaurant leading to sometimes neglecting you. He was thinking to hire an assistant, but was reluctant because he didn't think they would do as good of a job as him. But when you told him the news all the hesitation went through the window. Like hell, he was going to leave you alone, especially now that you were pregnant.

You were glad you could spend more time with your husband still you felt guilty because you knew how much his restaurant meant to him, and sometimes you couldn't help but think you were interfering with it. Osamu reassured you million times that it definitely wasn't like that and that he was beyond happy that you were going to be parents even thought you weren't planning it just yet. He never failed to show you how appreciated and loved you were but the thoughts still lingered.

When doctor told you the news you felt your breath hitch. Osamu's grip on your hand tightened. You wanted to look at him for reactions, but you couldn't force yourself. 

You were terrified. What if he wasn't happy, what if he didn't want so many children. Your mind felt like a thread mill, you didn't even notice when the doctor left the room to give you two few minutes. You had your chaos going on in your brain. What if...

your chain of thoughts were interrupted when you felt the pair of lips clash against yours. You let out a startled  noise but returned it. Osamu cupped your cheeks, and rested his forehead against yours.

"Sorry for startling you love."He said and pinched your cheek playfully, giving you a heartfelt smile. "I'm so happy, I don't know what to say." He gave you another peck making you smile. "Three kids! This is going to be amazing love! And I bet your cute butt Tsumu's going to be so jealous!" He snickered and planted yet another kiss on our face. "You have no idea how happy you make me! You're the most amazing thing that has happend to me." The last comment made you crack and you let out all your emotions. Motherhood really scared you especially now that you knew you were going to become a mother of three. But still, you have never felt happier. What more could you ask for? You had the most loving husband and you would have three most amazing children.

"Thank you Samu..." You couldn't even stop your tears now, but you were grinning from ear to ear and Samu was returning the smile.

"No, thank you Y/n. Thank you for being in my life! You're everything I could ever ask for and so much more more. I know you're scared and so am I but we're going to do amazing you got me? Don’t worry your pretty head about anything"  He reassured, you nodded and kissed him passionately, your hands rubbing away his tears. "That's my girl. Come on let's rub it in on Tsumu's face!" He grinned mischievously, making you giggle. 

 He was right you two were going to do amazing, you just couldn't help but wait until you could hold your kiddos in your hands.

Atsumu Miya

If you thought that Atsumu was clingy before you should have seen him now that he heard you were pregnant. He was basically glued to your side.

Not gonna lie the man probably cried when he heard that you were pregnant. And you felt silly that you were worried about his reaction to begin with.

He would try his best to help you with everything, but for the love of god don't let him near the kitchen. (I think out of these four characters he is the worse cook. I headcanon that Osamu learned how to cook because Atsumu couldn't cook at all and it was pretty much pointless to turn to him when he was hungry and there was no food at home, and I'm pretty sure he caused a kitchen fire at least once.)

Really supportive and tries to do everything for you, at some point you really have to make him stop because you can hold your own purce. I can clearly imagine him carrying everything for you, whispering reassuring things and proclamations of love whenever he can.

 And don't let me started about him showing you off. One would think that his amazing pregnant wifey is the only thing that he talkes about. All his social media would be filled with pictures of you too. Just imagine having all those cute photo sessions with him!!! ( Yes I have a baby fever now)

"Congratulations, I hear three completely healthy heartbeats. You're going to have triplets!" The elderly woman announced to you with a warm smile. You just stared at her dumbfounded cuz like 3?  You would have 3 little Atsumus walking all over your house?

Before  you could even react your husband engulfed you in the biggest hug ever, almost knocking you out of the chair. "Oh my god, baby we're going to have triplets it's so amazing! We're going to have three kids! This is so cool!”He gasped as he realized something. “Soon we could have like our own volleyball team! Oh my god, Samu's going to be so jealous. As long as we're out I'm going to rub it in his ugly face!" Let's say you had to drag your hyperactive husband out of the doctor's office after he also almost tacked her too thanking her for the news.

He just wouldn't stop rambling how much he loved you and how thankful he was to have you in his life. And let's say in a matter of minutes everyone knew you two were going to have triplets.

Also let's just say that at some point you really had to shut him up with kisses, because as much as you love him and felt happy he was this amazed, it was still 3 am, and you wanted to sleep

You sure as hell scored yourself one heck of an amazing family.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Precious baby!!!

He was so happy when you announced him your pregnancy! He spend whole night hugging your belly whispering all the sweet stuff and how he couldn't wait to meet your kid, and how he would teach them everything he knew. You couldn't stop your tears it was such a happy sight.

I just imagine him being on his tippy toes whenever he's around you, bacause he's so large and strong he's fraid he's going to hurt you or the baby.

Also have I said that he would do anything for you? You would be like "Toshi..." And he's like "on it!" No matter which weird craving you have he would bring you everything without a single thought. Your wishes are his top priority.

He would also read books about pregnancy, just so can he know what's happening, and he would also ask you questions so he can understand everything better.

He would also help with your healthy diet, he would bring you all kinds of stuff saying "I heard it's good for pregnant women." (He's such a sweetheart I can't.)

He would also give best massages whenever you feel sore or tired. Anything to make you feel comfortable.

I think that his love language is through acts of service and trust me when I say this, he makes sure you feel loved and appreciated every day.

When the doctor told you the news he gave you the sweetest and warmest smile, immediately washing away all your possible worries. He grabbed your hands and littered them with softest kisses. Muttering to you how happy he was, how he loved you and how much he coudln't wait until they were born with tears on his eyes.

Let's say the doctor had to give you few minutes to yourself because now you were a sobbing mess and were clingling to your husband like your life depended on it. You were just so happy!

The same night he would bring you all sorts of magazines and would help you choose whatever you needed just so the triplets could have the cutest nurcery. (He let you choose anything, he just made comments then and there as he had you in his lap all cutely, snuggled against his chest. His warm hands securely on your belly, softest smile on is face.)

So this is it, I really hope you like it, this was my first time writing headcannons like this; Sorry if it has any mistakes, English is my second language and I still make mistakes. if you have any other requests don't hesitate to ask, I will be glad to write them^^

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