#so i took all the days she asked bc her kid is the sweetest and i love him

[moodywyrm]

so reader's one of ellie friends right, and basically all ellie friends are known for the 'bad reputation'. but then?? abby has a massive crush on her? and abbys is a dork, someone who follow the rules and a real good girl. when they're already in a relationship, jerry hears about reader 'reputation' and gets a bit concerned?

one day, abby wakes up to some harsh cold symptoms and jerry insists shd must rest so she goes back to bed and sends reader a message and warnjng she wont show up because shes sick :(. jerry promises to come the earliest he can from work, so she won't be alone (he knows she's stubborn he knows she won't just stay in bed).

as soon reader sees abbys messages she immediately drops everything and FLIES to her gf' room, and stays to take care of abby.

imagine reader reaching her place with meds and all her favorite snacks, sweets, movies and all

actually 🧶 anon's ask inspired this? I'm so sorry this was such a tought dayand hope everything gets better :( wishing all the best ;;

also sorry if it's messy I typed so fast 😅

- 🌬

ohhhh hell yeah. alternate version of the basketball/college abby universe. I imagine that, even though Ellie n her friends have a kinda weird reputation, ur all pretty much just huge dorks n relatively good kids? like Dina is an academic Star and the sweetest ever, Jesse is super kind to everyone, huge big brother vibes, Ellie may be the schools suspected dealer (she is) but she's also just a massive dork, academic star, just doesn't really like talking to people? like she comes off as mean but she's actually just kinda reserved? and then u! ur very much black cat, kinda quiet kinda mean, also doesn't really like people, is very smart, has been friends with Ellie since like childhood. ur adoptive dad is friends (enemies?) with Joel (surprise ur adoptive dad/father figure/adult who took on a parental role in ur life is Bill n Frank but them from the tv show bc kings <3), so u n Ellie practically grew up together.

u get a bad reputation for being a bitch (imagine Kat from 10 Things I Hate About You but ur not mean to people who don't deserve it), and Jerry (who has close ties to the faculty) has heard from other professors about you. They all say the same thing: academically promising, if challenging to work with, especially in group settings. and he's ,,,, concerned ,,, to say the least, when Abby tells him that You are her gf and he's like OK! (on the outside) but on the inside he's like shit, I really don't want her to get hurt or anything. but, like u said, it only clicked that the student he'd heard so much about (reputation and all) was you After u n abby started dating, so that time when he didn't know, he was like 'she seems really sweet!' every time Abby mentioned u.

but then. abby gets sick. she texts u saying that she can't study with u bc she's got a cold and ur like??? fuck studying??? ur already on ur way to her place, knowing she's at her dad's, with two full bags of medicine, treats, and remedies from ur childhood like sprite, ginger ale, chamomile, vaporu, anything. and u show up at her door like Open Up Honey. and, on the outside, she's like u didn't have to come, I don't wanna get u sick :( but on the inside she's all warm and fuzzy bc ur taking care of her!! u!! who took so long to warm up to her in the first place and is now her sweet lil gf who never wants to leave her side!! and ur like yeah yeah whatever let me in but on the inside ur freaking out bc abby is ur baby n she's sick which means she's uncomfortable and u don't want her to be uncomfortable :(

so u spend the entire time taking care of her, cooking her soup From Scratch, making her rest on the couch n keeping her refreshed. ur sitting on the couch with her head on ur lap, rubbing lil circles onto her shoulder when Jerry comes home. abby, who was fast asleep, pops up so fucking fast she gets dizzy when the door opens and Jerry calls her name. ur steadying her when he comes into the living room and is like. oh. hi! u must be the girlfriend! and ur like hi yes nice to me you! and abby is still there all discombobulated like hi dad. ouch.

and the second she winces both u n jerry are like lunging forward to take care of her. u two proceed to help her upstairs to her room, getting her more soup n liquids n keeping her comfortable, and Jerry gets to see all the work you've already done to take care of her, and how ur taking care of her now even though he's there. he leaves you two in her room, abby about two second from passing out on ur lap and u reading to her. he walks back out to the living room and is like. 'huh. maybe everyone was just exaggerating.' but in reality he's like tearing up and getting emotional bc his baby girl, his lil Abigail, found someone who takes care of her and clearly loves her more than anything and that makes him so sappy bc he loves his daughter!!

n thank u honeybee, today is getting slowly better, I might have a lil cry n then get to work but who knows </3 this is also such a cute universe I really like it <3 wonderful developments in the college abby multiverse

#🌬️ anon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

[miracleonice87]

Matthew Tkachuk and his partner as the perfect couple and babysitters 🙈🙈 like maybe they have slightly older friends or the older couples on the team just know they'd be the perfect parents together but they're not ready so they do a lot of babysitting and are both great with kids!

(okay I honestly know nothing about anyone else on the Panthers roster except the Staal brothers, which.. 😬🫠🥴 no thank u.. so pardon my inclusion of Johnny Hockey and Keith “Ironman / SONK” Yandle instead 😇)

also, cw: slight breeding kink simply bc of who I am as a person

I feel like the switch would’ve flipped for Matthew when they were still back in Calgary and Meredith Gaudreau got pregnant. he watched you stroll through Target picking out clothes, toy, and other gifts for their baby, calling out to him in the aisles and holding them up with the sweetest, softest, frowny look on your face as he chuckled and shook his head. he watched you plan her baby shower and decorate your house in a neutral-toned Noah’s Ark (get it?) theme, watched you dote on her when she arrived and made sure she was comfortable, fed, hydrated. he watched you touch her growing belly (with permission, of course) with the gentlest of hands and “ooh” and “ahh” over the baby kicks you felt from the inside out.

and all the while he was trying to hide the fact that there was a weird, new gnawing in his gut that he just couldn’t ignore.

then, obviously, the deals happened, and both you and the Gaudreaus went your separate ways physically. that provided a welcome distraction from the baby fever for Matthew…

at least for a while. then, baby Gaudreau was born, and you were constantly showing Matthew photos and FaceTime screenshots of the tiniest, sweetest, softest, snuggliest, loviest little girl and fuckkkk that gnawing feeling was back. one day, when you had settled in Sunrise and he was on the golf course with old Tkachuk family friend Keith Yandle, you texted him a screenshot of you making a kissy face at Noa and her grinning back at you on the screen, and he literally groaned. Keith was driving the golf cart and glanced down to figure out the culprit. it took one look at Matthew’s phone to figure it out.

“uh oh… I thought she might’ve sent you a sexy pic but that’s even worse,” he said with a knowing chuckle. “you got it bad, huh?”

Matthew nodded. “and it’s only gotten worse. we have so much time, and we’re not even married yet, but… I dunno man, something about it…”

Keith nodded, too. “I get it. it’s tempting. birth control no longer needed, they’re lookin’ all hot when they’re pregnant, you get a cute little smushy baby. but it’s a lifelong commitment, man.”

Matthew sighs. he knows.

“tell ya what,” Keith suggests. “I got some kids you can babysit. how about you guys come over tonight and you start there?”

Matthew’s heart leaps at the idea, and he texts you to confirm before he enthusiastically agrees.

and in his head, babysitting was supposed to soothe the sting, to pacify (for lack of a better term) the need he couldn’t seem to escape. but watching you do cartwheels across the backyard with Lola and Mila, French braid their hair, film TikTok dances with them, and read them a few chapters of Harry Potter before they fell asleep… melted him. Matthew honestly couldn’t take it anymore.

as soon as you closed the door to the girls’ room after tucking them in for the night, Matthew wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you flush against his torso, kissing at your neck and jaw, making you giggle at the unexpected embrace. you were about to ask what he was up to when you heard his voice, soft but gravelly in your ear…

“I love watching you with kids. lemme put a baby in you.”

you stopped in your tracks and suddenly, nothing was funny anymore. you turned to face him and could tell that he was absolutely, deathly serious. and Matthew didn’t know exactly how you’d respond to that, but he definitely couldn’t have anticipated the next word out of your mouth to be…

“okay.”

you watched his blue eyes light up like fireworks and relaxed into him as he kissed you fiercely. suddenly you found you were walking backwards, being angled into the nearby guest bedroom where you’d be staying the night so that Keith and Kristyn could stay out late. as he swung the door shut with one foot, lips still covering yours, you realized…

“mm.. mm-mm, mm-mm, no, Matty. you’re not getting me pregnant in Keith’s guest room…”

😉

#m’s concept night #matthew tkachuk

[winterchimez]

describe your moots as tbz members <33

hiya anon 👋🏻 im so sorry it took me the longest time to reply to your ask cs me needed to do some ✨thinking✨ on this shdjd but here it goes!

@stealanity as sangyeon

our mother our unnie!!! matty just takes care of all of us so well (i mean the entire deoboyznet might just be her kids by now) and she’s super sweet always making sure we’re doing great & safe & healthy 🥹

@flwoie & @hanniluvi as jacob

no cs these two have literally been nothing but the sweetest ever to me ever since we became moots 🥹 you both have been with me from the very beginning of my writing journey and i def wouldn’t be where im at now without you guys 😭 im always so so grateful to you both truly 🤧💕

@wuahae as younghoon

idk abt yall but cat just screams hoonie vibes to me. despite being really sweet she’s also so so cute and pretty irl!!! and we all know hoonie is the sweetest and one of the darn good looking guys ever 😩

@daisyvisions as hyunjae

ahhh my fav sangyeon stan!!! daisy is just so outgoing and friendly like hyunjae is, and ofc ✨ahem✨ as wild as hyunjae can be 🤪 she’s always sending me some sangyeon ✨GOOD FOOD✨ (with some hyunjae at the side cs we both sangmil girlies 😩) thanks for always feeding my delusions ig 🤧🫶🏻

@juyeonszn as juyeon

fawn is literally just the sweetest and nicest ever!!! and her writing?? OMG. PURE TALENT JUST LIKE JUYO HIMSELF 😤 yall should def check out her works if you haven’t PERIODT ✨ and i look forward to having more convos with you 😉💕

@sungbeam as kevin/changmin

ah there’s my fiery elmo twin!!! 🔥 i mean there’s literally NOTHING this girl can’t do, from making such high quality banners to dropping i dare say THE BEST fics you’ll ever find here we love a talented queen ✨ and also she’s always spitting some random facts and memes and that’s exactly like kevin on weverse/bubble lmao

putting in a sprinkle of changmin just cs. changmin spits fire and she does that to me all the time 😔

@heemingyu as chanhee

sana is just as savage as chanhee is LMAO ive became a joke for her to the point she practically LIVES for my reaction whenever she sends me ✨ahem✨ daddy sangyeon content 😔 (but she can be as sweet and caring as chanhee does so some bonus points ig :p)

@invuwrld as changmin

mona has unfortunately became besties with sana in terms of sending me daddy sangyeon content bcs lemme tell you they’re literally partners-in-crime when it comes to b*llying moi 😔 (i mean the large amount of sangyeon in her album is for me so 😔😔) hence they’re literally just kyunew. i said what i said 😤 (but at the end of the day i go back to loving and protecting mona cs im a very responsible unnie 🤧)

@cupidjyu & @zzoguri as haknyeon

hakkie is the sweetest little bean & literally my comfort person ever & that’s exactly yumi & moni!! yumi is just the sweetest and cutest lil 妹妹 and there’s nothing i wanna do then to give her cuddles and protect her at all cost 💖 and ofc moni. bless your kindest soul ever cs you’re always just so so nice to me :(((( and ofc i bawled my eyes out reading moni’s changmin fic cs i was going through things at that time and i literally spammed moni’s dms telling how much it has helped me loads 🥹 so yes im eternally grateful for that & thank you for listening to my story too 🤧 (which btw yall should check out the fic if you haven’t!!!)

@justalildumpling as sunwoo

my emotional support buddy j!!! 💪 yknow how sunwoo’s the type where you’d just feel so comfortable starting a convo with even tho you’ve just met? j is literally that and im so so glad we hit off so well!! tbh ive seen you on my dash a lot & im more than thrilled when we became moots 😭 and cs we’re both delusional so we can become besties and get our phd from the delulu boy himself 😔 (i’ll forever remember our lipstick convo lmao 💄)

@i520cm as eric

ah the maknae of all maknaes. lmao ipah is just as outgoing as eric is, and she literally pops into the gc and drops some random ass topic which makes everyone laugh their asses off most of the time 🤣 and umm… ipah does overshare sometimes but its good we love that energy and poor kiddo is always being bullied LMAO its ok your kakak’s got your back always 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#❄️ — asks! #sweetest anon! <3 #mutuals! <3 #tag games! 🎮 #lmao its just the entire deoboyznet here 😭

[f4lse--real1ty]

Aaa hi! I saw your requests and I really loved them..also wanted to make a request Lego monkie kid!

Can I have one where the female reader is new in the city from another country and the characters go to meet her but when she speaks, she has a cute British accent..like she is very shy and socially awkward..tho she’s sweet lol

And sun wukong meets her too because of mk and started crushing on her?

Oooo! Thank you!!! Also, ofc! (also I got my nails painted :DDD)

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Story Info:

Characters: Team MK and Sun Wukong

Reader Gender: Female

TW/CW: None that I can think of

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-- Foreign but the sweetest --

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-- Meeting the Team --

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You were new to Metropolis so you didn't know most trends, people, or other things there

You were walking around and suddenly bumped into two people rather harshly

"Woah are you ok?"

"Oh god MK, I think we killed her!"

You got up quickly and apologized, then facepalmed because your accent was super strong

They both stayed quite for a while

"Wow I love your accent!!"

"O-Oh, thank you, Ms...?"

"Oh the name's Mei and this is MK." said pointing towards the young man next to her

"Hello, and your name is?"

"(Y/N), (L/N), pleased to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too!" They said at the same time

They then took you to meet Tang and Pigsy

Let's just say they loved you (Pigsy saw you as the only respectful person there and Tang dumped wisdom on you)

You don't meet Red Son until later, but he enjoys your company

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-- Meeting the great sage --

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MK went training one day and thought, "Why not bring Y/N? She hasn't meet Monkey King!"

So he asked if you wanted to come with him

You said yes ofc

As you were walking towards Flower Fruit Mountain, he rambled about his adventures and training sessions with Sun Wukong

When you both arrived, you were met with cute little monkeys

You petted all of them bc they were just to dang adorable

They all heard something and left towards the sound

You and MK both turned and followed the monkeys

You were met face to face with the one, the only, Monkey King!

"MONKEY KING!!!"

You chuckled at MK's exclamation

"Hey bud, who ya got there?"

"Monkey King, this is (Y/N)!!!"

"Hello!" you said, your accent showing

Monkey King stared at you for a bit, then replied

"Oh, nice to meet you!"

You watched MK and SWK train

Once he was done, you both headed home

"Bye bud, make sure to bring back your cute friend sometime!"

You blushed a bit, while MK just stared at him shocked

You both left and headed home

You laid down on your bed and blushed thinking about what SWK said to you

<3

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A/N: Sorry if it took me a while! Have a great morning/day/night!

#lmk x reader #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid #x reader #lmk sun wukong #writing #lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong

[kickflipkidd]

Hi. Tell me about Calum. Or Florian. Baker's choice. 👀

Hi! Thank you for the ask omg! Hope you are prepared for more than a bit of an infodump lol

My boyyyys haha it's a little hard to pick one buuuut I guess I'll go with Florian!

-full name is Franz Florian Leitner

-born and raised in Vienna ((fun fact about both of these characters that I am. cringing to admit but. they both started out as Hetalia ocs cuz I was really into it when I was like 13/14 but I loved them so much they became their own boys)), moved to Berlin at 20, Amsterdam at 24, New York city at 27 and then ended up vaguely in the PNW US at 28. this boy keeps runnin

-his mother Lita was a rising star ballerina who got pregnant as a teen and kicked out by her parents but her grandfather took her in and was there for the first five years of Florian's life before he passed. he left them his home and inheritence so they were financially stable but now Lita was left alone to raise the kid who she sees as the reason her life fell apart. there is a lot of resentment between the two of them

-Florian showed an early aptitude for music and his mother really latched on to that and adopted the same "pressure makes diamonds" attitude her parents had towards her. Florian has practically no social life growing up, all of his free time is dedicated to practicing music

-when he comes out as gay her response is "good to know you won't be getting anyone pregnant. are you ready for that play test tomorrow? I expect to hear good things from your director, Franz" (he started going by Florian as like. an act of rebellion but Lita refuses to acknowledge it bc he's named after her grandfather who took them in and she sees it as extremely disrespectful to his memory)

-But more about Florian himself! the first instrument he ever played was piano and he is very skilled at it, but he fell in love with violin at age 4 after seeing a performance of Vivaldi's four seasons. His grandfather got him a child sized violin and a book on basics and that was that, Florian was hooked. Music is his happy place in spite of the pressure his mother would end up putting on him about it. Since he wasn't allowed to do things with friends outside of performances he spent a lot of time on his own learning about all different instruments, their histories, how to play them, etc. If you give him about a day with any given instrument he can come back to you and play something at at least a basic skill level depending on how familiar he was with the instrument beforehand. (this leads to friends he makes later in life basically just. handing him their instruments and being like "can you play THIS tho??" and the answer is usually yes)

-ask him about an instrument if you would like an hours long dissertation about its history and cultural influences! you can't get him to stop once he starts! (he later meets and befriends a cool nb lesbian named Mickie who is also Very Autistic about music. they become besties and their combined infodumping could educate a lecture hall full of disinterested music majors)

-transcribes music by hand for fun and relaxation

-he is a ridiculously heavy sleeper and can will himself to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. not god themself could wake this mans when he decides it's bedtime

-he looks like the softest sweetest lil nerd who will faint if he hears swear words but he had a pretty hardcore party phase in his early twenties. classic case of stifled/sheltered kid going crazy once they're on their own. he hit up a lot of clubs, experimented with a lot of substances, got into a habit of drunken hookups which he found to be So Much Easier to handle than like. a relationship where you have to deal with your feelings or ~whatever~. his friends later in life are astonished when they learn all this bc they assumed that his body count was MAYBE 1 and that he didn't know what drugs were. he just DOES NOT seem the type

-partied a little too hardy and had to stop. got back into music as a main focus after kinda just fucking around for a few years. tried to live in NYC but hated it. ended up in (vague city, I don't actually wanna be tied to a specific real location lol) for a music festival with a small group and ended up checking out the open auditions the local symphony orchestra was holding. decided to audition on violin and made it in! this is how he ends up in (vague city)

-this boy is very anxious and not very good at making friends. he can hold conversation with other members of the symphony okay but outside of that he really just keeps to himself. it's what he's used to, and aside from that he tends to jump to the worst conclusions about all of his social interactions because he doesn't know how to read people. he leaves most conversations having convinced himself that the other person hates him when usually at worst he may have said some rude shit on accident

-how he and Calum meet varies depending on the setting (I have so many aus for them) but the consistent thing is that there's an immediate connection. which scares the Fuck out of Florian who really doesn't do the whole "commitment" thing. so he bolts which leaves Calum going "hey wtf I thought there was something to this? get back here." lucky for both of them Calum is stubborn

-an important thing to get across - Florian is kind of bitchy. he doesn't mean to be (most of the time) but he doesn't always know what is or isn't considered appropriate to say so he'll say shit not realizing it's rude (like comments about people's appearances or giving his actual brutally honest opinion on something), or he gets overwhelmed by a situation and lashes out. Calum is particularly good at pushing his buttons and the two of them bicker quite a bit, especially at first. it takes Florian a long time to wrap his head around the fact that Calum still likes him even when they're not getting along

-I feel like I should cut it here cuz it's getting long but I'll end saying Florian's story in pretty much any setting is about him learning to love himself and make healthy connections with other people and lean on them for support. I could go on for like. hours but that pretty much covers basic facts and what I consider to be his "base canon" backstory! Thanks so much again for the ask!!

here are a couple old as fuck (circa 2015 I think?) doodles of him. I haven't drawn as much in recent years but that's my boy!

#oc tag #florian #calum #long post #thank you so much for the ask forreal 😭❤️

[yyxandere]

ohh lets do soemthing fluffy. How about yandere kazuma kiryu with a darling who wants to just marry him...maybe even wants to have kids😳😳 (you can ignore this request if its weird no worries 😊)

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: KIRYU KAZUMA.

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' and 'She/Her' pronouns

✧.* prompt ─ Yandere Kiryu Kazuma with a significant other who wants be married to him and have kids.

✩.* note ─ THIS IS SO BAD BRO, IDK WHAT I DID WRONG, MAYBE ITS BC I RUSHED THIS?! SO IM SO SORRY ANON IF THIS WASNT UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─Kind off intimate, Minor Violence Mentioned and it’s very much fluffy

The moonlight shone on you made you look melancholic, Kiryu then asked himself if this was really the right thing but such thoughts were immediately lost when he looked. The moon shone upon two lovers in bed, both in a state of relaxation, one of her hands lay atop the man on her chest, and the other lay on his waist, her lips on his forehead, as the man's eyebrows only creased not because of discomfort but because of the comfort ness his beloved is giving him. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling she gave him; she was his heaven, his salvation, his everything. His soulmate.

She pulled back from their embrace and kissed each cheek with affection before moving down to his nose and finally kissing his lips as a sweet melody filled the air. The woman then raised the hand that was in his waist to his back, to slowly trace the tattoo that shows his life, his struggles, and the person he is.

The Dragon of Dojima, a ruthless man who can take on a whole clan to himself, a respectable man who will always put a strong face, but when it comes to you, he just can't keep his composure, Kiryu Kazuma can't.

She looks up at him once again, smiling adoringly, and whispers “You're the love of my life, Kazuma.” She leans down to kiss his forehead once more.

He feels so blessed to be loved by such a beautiful soul like hers. As they embraced their love for each other as his head was in her chest, he only had one thing in mind. . .

"Are you really sure you want to stay with me (Y/N)?" Kiryu said in a low voice. He looked at her through his eyelashes, and his face seemed to show the slightest hint of sadness. He could hear the heart in the position he was in maybe it was your heart that comforted him to say such a thing, maybe he was scared that one day he wouldn't be able to hear each drum of your hand but only your cold hands.

"Why ask Kazuma?" you replied as you closed your eyes and then started stroking his hair. A gesture you knew very well that calms Kazuma.

"Well, I'm just. . . scared. . .that one day you're going to be put in the mess because of the life I choose."

Scared.

He never said such words even to those who are closest to him, Kiryu is a protector he is the one willing to tank all wounds just for the one close to him and that also implied to you too, and of course, you understand, the dragon in his back significance his way, the path he courageously took. Kiryu Kauzma is scared. Scared that one day he'll never feel your fingers around his hand or your lips anywhere on his face, while you mumble the sweetest things to him, or maybe he won't have more memories of you cooking for Haruka or being there for the both of them.

"Oh, Kazuma. I knew what I was getting myself into when I first laid my eyes on you, but when the day I kissed you, the day I told you that I'm willing to be yours forever, I truly mean that." You said softly, Kazuma knew this but whatever power you hold, whenever you told him that you love him with all your heart he just can't help but doubt.

"Before you say anything, I know that you're doubting me not because of my love but my commitment to you. " Kiryu looked up to you and let you continue, "And so of that, please don't be afraid to be mine and trust in my commitment."

"You know Kazuma. . . I've always wondered what I will look like in a white dress, while you wear a whole black yukata." Such a comment had a chokehold on Kazuma.

"W-What do you mean by that?. . ." Kiryu said as he jolted and looked into your eyes. He was trying to find any kind of lies, but only he saw was real compassion and honesty of what you just said.

"Well, I'm trying to say is, if you really feel that way, then let's get married Kazuma, will the ring on my finger convince you?" You said straight to his eyes, implying that you were serious.

"Then if you want we can have children of our own. To show my love for you." You then move closer to him hugging his bare chest.

He looks down, blushing deeply. It would be easy enough to agree to a marriage, after all, he doesn't think he'd ever refuse you anything anyway, even his life, but why would you want children of your own? You guys already have Haruka, but why does the image of you holding both Haruka and her younger sibling warm his heart?

Will they have your eyes? Your hair? Maybe they're going to have your smile? Maybe they're going to inherit his eyes or maybe both of your eyes? But he knew that the enemies of his past would always hunt him no matter what, but it's your wish, your dream, and he'll do anything for you including protecting your dream. After a pregnant pause, you finally spoke up.

"Of course Kazuma we don't have to get married if you like-"

"I'll do it."

You open your mouth to let out a quiet gasp. The softness of his reply showed how vulnerable he is to you, showing just how much you mean to him. You couldn't stop smiling softly even if you tried. Your love is like the sun, radiating light everywhere he goes and everyone he encounters.

"I am willing to marry you (Y/N) if that's what you want to. . ." he said as he now grasped your knuckles and brought it to his lips. The contrast of his rough hands to your soft ones.

The moon shone on you and made you look ethereal, a true goddess in his eyes, your beauty is truly something to behold, but Kazuma falls for your sweet personality only getting stern when needed too. He loves the way your eyes glimmer with care whenever you're around Haruka, your voice whenever you talk passionately about something, and most of all, you understand him. You are what he needs in his gloomy life a light that contrasts him, you are like an angel sent upon the higher one, maybe you guys are just meant for each other. He will not let anyone get in the way of both of your love.

"I'll protect your dream (Y/N), your dream is mine too, I'll give you everything you asked for, I will keep protecting you and Haruka till my last breath, that is my promise to you. . . as your future husband." His expression became softer, his eyes shining in the night and you found yourself leaning your head against his shoulder to feel him to you, and he knew that he would marry the right woman, who would stay with him till his remaining breath. He will say it countless times, he will protect you and Haruka no matter what, even if it means having blood on his knuckles, anything for his wife and his future children . . .

(Y/N) Kazuma is such a fitting name. . .

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆ #yandere yakuza #yandere kiryu x reader #yandere Kiryu kazuma x reader #x reader #yandere #yakuza x reader #Kiryu x reader #yandere x reader #yandere yakuza game x reader #yandere yakuza game #fanfic

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

6pm to 8:30ish with additives

oh! im in a class that requires us to see the school plays and musicals and stuff and I'm part theater kid so i really enjoy that but i was supposed to go with a friend of mine whos also in the class but she bailed on me bc shes not coming back next year and gave up on the rest of the year which is perfectly fine if she hadn't told me three days prior that she would go with me and that it was the last performance but anyway half an hour before i was supposed to go she told me she forgot so id be going alone and i have social anxiety i don't like doing things alone so i asked my friend, well call him texas, if hed go with me and hes totally not the musical type but to be fair i didn't know it was a musical, i knew nothing about it before we got there, but hes one of the ex sci boys, i met him in mma, he lifts all the time, plays airsoft regularly, and just traditional guy things right but hes also one of my best friends and as much as i cant say no to him it seems he also cannot say no to me because he pretty much immediately said yea ill meet you in 25 minutes so i got my little bag together with my wallet and snacks and a can of coffee and i got my shoes on and brushed my hair and ya know getting ready stuff and then i went outside and waited outside his building bc hes like 30 seconds away but any other time I've met him outside his building it only took a little bit like he was already on his way but this time it had been several minutes so i called him and he said he was on his way down and then he walks out the front door in like a nice shirt with his hair slicked and just dressed up and it was the sweetest thing ngl like he put effort into this favor for me and he does this fun thing where he acts like some tough guy im the best nothing effects me when we are in any sort of group setting but when hes just with me hes really wholesome and kind like when were with friends and i say something he doesn't agree with he'll say "don't care. didn't ask, you're a woman. plus you're white." to be clear he is also white but almost every time we part ways he'll go through like a list of "im proud of you, keep up the good work, you can do this, you're going great" and a bunch of stuff like that so its very odd but anyway we went and saw the fantasticks and i cannot refrain but it was fantastic, genuinely, it might be my favorite musical (with the exception of wicked but since that cant be done by schools or anything im not counting it) and he liked it too which was awesome bc once we found out it was a musical i thought he wouldnt forgive me for it but he did like it he was laughing a lot and clapping loudly and it was a lot of fun and also el gallo was played by a woman and there were times where i was blushing like hot damn but they could not have done better with a man, in no way, and i am a little gay so you could consider it biased but texas was the one who first said that it was better that the bandit was played by a woman and her voice, oh my oh my, her voice was astounding, that one is going far in the world with a voice like that i swear also i have my class in the same room that the musical was in so im familar with the building and i had to show texas where the bathrooms were during intermission bc you have to go down like three half sets of stairs and then turn at least three corners but anyway after the first corner there was a rack that said "free please take" and they were old costumes so i took texas around the next corner and pointed past the last then went back to the rack of costumes and there was some really cool stuff so i was looking for a hot minute and texas found me there when he was done and picked up a jacket from the rack and put it on only for it to fit perfectly so we decided that wed come back at the end for the stuff bc i obviously chose smth and then we went back to the theater and split a big cookie before it started again

#the fantasticks #art of the theatre #is the technical name for the class #but most people call it #art of theater #or just #theater #story time #i have too much to say #so i have to reblog with the rest #which is kinda embarassing #ngl

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#hey yall 👋🏼 #realizing that i havent updated u guys on the girl im literally gonna fall in love with...but like genuinely this time #so basically we met on tinder (lol) but it feels like we didnt bc we only talked on there a couple messages back and forth before snapping? #but anyway! she had reached out to me first and asked for my snap and then eventually on snap she was like i am so committed to getting to #know u and that was when i was like okay yes literally what i want is right in front of me #for some context! id deleted the app and got it back a few days after we matched and literally SCREAMED bc shes so fucking beautiful and im #literally just sitting here trying to think about how to describe someone that literally leaves u speechless but here goes: literally the #kindest sweetest most beautiful girl i think ive ever laid my eyes on. its only been about a month now but i cant even describe the way that #i care for this girl and just want to protect her with everything in me #ive taken her on??? two dates now!! and surprised her with lil flowers and cfa & studied with her a bit BUT!! lemme tell yall about the date #dates! hehe! so the first one i took her to this gay little brunch place in our town. oh i should mention that the amount of fate her and i #have!!! she literally lives RIGHT BEHIND ME!!! A 5 MINUTE FUCKING WALK!!! #anywayyy we did that and i just. cannot explain to yall just how good the converation is between us in person and over text ... and still .. #and how i just literally could listen to her talk for hours and idek how to explain it but i just feel SO SAFE WITH HER 🤎🤎🤎 and our #aaa and then the second date 🥺 which has been my favorite so far 🥺 i took her to this lil crystal shop with an underground record shop and #AN EVEN GAYER CUTEST LIL COFFEE SHOP CONNECTED!!! this was honestly just such a dream like are u kidding me i get to spend this with this #pretty girl next to me are u KIDDING MEEE?!? i feel like i cant even explain my emotions which is how u know its real but. im taking her to #a DIFFERENT cute lil gay coffe shop tomorrow and then the plant shop after so hopefully i can keep yall updated more often 🥺 #intentions and what we're looking for line up and we're both just super into eachother and it makes me so happy for our story and all 🥺 #but main point of this whole thing is just that: the fact that i cant explain how happy and excited she makes me feel is just how u know its #REAL okay bye 🥺🤎 #kylas thoughts #ALSO SOME ADDITIONAL NOTES: THE WAY THAT I SILENT SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST MATCHED WITH HER IS THE SAME THING I DO/FEEL ANYTIME SHE DOES #LITERALLY ALMOST ANYTHING LIKE YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND

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I already have moms asking me to babysit their kids in fucking August. like school hasn't even ended yet, they still have summer camps. and they're already talking to me about August.

#personal #text #the mom of my favorite kid was the first one #so i took all the days she asked bc her kid is the sweetest and i love him #and the other 5 moms will have to deal with the rest #except the one with the cutest 6 month old baby #i love that baby #and she gives me a lot more bc baby

[sinfulwrites]

Tommy x fem reader one shot idea where she's good friends with Luda Mae (comes over to help her around the house & talk, but mainly comes over to see Tommy lol) and one day Luda pulls out Thomas' baby pics bc she just knows reader has a crush on him & she approves of her for her son <3 but then Tommy sees his mom showing his crush the pictures & he's super embarrassed & insecure & freaks out trying to snatch them to rip them up, but reader accidentally slips up & says something along the lines of, "don't tear them, I'll want to show our kids!" & reader & Tommy just short circuit out of happiness and embarrassment at the sudden & accidental confession :')

Hi anon! I really enjoyed writing this one, the idea was so lovely and a good dash of funny. I kind of got ahead of myself writing it because I had so much fun writing it, I hope you still enjoy it. Hopefully I got everything from your ask in here, I did my best to make sure.

I mean, your children.

Your family knew the Hewitt's for years. Your mom and dad were good friends with Luda Mae for years, she was practically your second mother. You were all grown up now, and your childhood town was starting to die. The last running business, the slaughterhouse, was rumored to be shutting down. It was the last profitable business in this town, if it crashed, the whole town will. Your parents packed up and left town a month ago, but you opted to stay in town. The roots you had planted here were too strong to abandon, especially the secretly growing love for a man in the Hewitt house.

You and Thomas kind of grew up together, but you didn't get to know him until you two were all grown up. Your parents often went over to the Hewitt house to see Luda Mae, and you tagged along. You and Thomas were both shy kids growing up, so you avoided each other most of the time, hiding behind your respective mothers. You two didn't go to school together, your parents homeschool you until first grade, and by then Thomas was no longer in school. As you got older you opted out on the Hewitt family visits, wanting to stay home and indulge in your hobbies or see friends. Simply put; you two fell out of touch for a while.

You two found each other again when you moved out of your parents house and got a job at Luda Mae's shop. It was your first job, and Luda Mae practically gave it to you before you could even ask for an application. She was the sweetest boss you ever had. She was very particular about her shop, and she expected a certain standard, but they were never over the top. Wanting the floors swept, counters wiped down, shelves dusted, things along those lines. She was a hard working woman, she ran this store like she ran her home. She wasn't afraid to get down on the floor and scrub with you. She was a very fair boss, and that's how you grew to love her as a person. It also helps that she treated you like a daughter. Always praising you, encouraging you, mentoring you.

You were always offered a seat at her table for supper, and you often took her up on the offer. You knew her family very well. You weren't very fond of Charlie, especially not with the remarks and the looks he gives you, but he backs off when you give him a glare. Especially if Luda Mae is nearby. You are polite, but keep your distance. You're neutral on Monty. He hasn't done anything to personally offend you, but you knew he wasn't much more innocent than Charlie. He never made advances on you though, and if he's had enough beers, he could be pretty entertaining to listen to.

Then there was Thomas… Thomas worked at the slaughterhouse and was often out cold in bed by the time you and Luda Mae close up shop and head to her house, since he is up and hard at work at 6 am. You two have had your fleeting glances however, and you swear your heart skips a beat every time it does. He is always hard at work with something, in a rush to be somewhere, but when he sees you he always slows down and gives you a wave before continuing on. If you stop him to talk, he will stop and give some quick responses, even though he would love to sit and talk with you. He just has a lot of things to take care of. You couldn't remember when he crawled into your heart, but he had fully intended to stay, because you were helplessly in love with him. You were just never sure if he liked you back.

Luda Mae noticed, and she was not shy about bringing it up to you. You swore your face was on fire when she just casually told you one day, "You know, my boy Thomas is single."

She only smiled and shrugged when you gasped and covered your burning face. That did not help.

Years passed though, and you just never ended up saying anything. You were too young, too insecure. Trying to figure things out, you were convinced you could never find time for a relationship with your current life situation. As much as you liked him, you weren't ready. Luda Mae knew that too, she could see it in your eyes when she would drop little hints to you. It reminded her of herself when she was your age. You would get there one day, just like she did. You can't rush such delicate things, she knew it well.

With years came age for Luda Mae, though. She wasn't afraid to admit it; she was getting old. She couldn't clean as much as she used to, she can't kneel as much as she could before, forget picking something up off the floor. Only on a good day. It was a no brainer to you to pick up where she left off, you were capable. You loved Luda Mae like your second mom, but you also respected her for the woman she was. She worked hard her whole life, and she deserved some help now that she needs it. Her age started affecting her home life, and she vented her frustrations to you over her smoke break at the bar. She just couldn't keep up with the cleaning, and Charlie wasn't going to be helping her with it. Thomas is working too much to help, but he does what he can when he can. But he and Luda Mae knew it wasn't near enough. She opened up to you; she was worried about her boy.

"Thomas has always been hard on himself, he didn't have an easy upbringin', you know…" Luda Mae took a drag off her cigarette and let the smoke linger in her lungs as she stared out the window for a moment. "But lately, he just seems so distant… He feels like a stranger in his own home. He won't even come to the dinner table until we invite him in. Like he's some pet..." She flicked the cigarette ash off into the ash tray and let the smoke finally release. "I worry about my boy… I don't know if I can get him out of that dark place. I miss my boy, you know?"

It always broke your heart to hear her in such a vulnerable state. It's painful to hear how the Hewitt house was rapidly declining, just like this town was. Times were incredibly hard. Talks of having to close the shop down have been discussed between you and her. You wonder how you're going to pay your bills each month, you wonder how you're going to get food on your table. Your heart ached for her, and it ached for Thomas, the man who still occupied your heart all these years later. It was another no brainer to you.

You offered to help her out at home, and at first, she immediately rejected it. She had no way to pay you for it, and she knew you had your own personal responsibilities outside of work. You shouldn't trouble yourself with an old woman like her, you are young, you need to go live your life. You insisted though, you didn't want to be paid, you wanted to do it because you cared. Luda Mae has always looked out for you for all these years, even when you were really young. It was the least you could do. It took a few more discussions to get her to, very begrudgingly, agree. She was embarrassed for the help, but you could tell she appreciated it. She needed help, even though she was too humble to ask for it.

That's how you ended up helping them in the house. Being here so often to help her clean let you get an idea of what she was talking about. There was always tension in the air, especially if Charlie was home, which he usually was. You always got a sense that Charlie was starting to run the show around here. You could hear him barking orders around, you could hear him talking to Thomas in the basement and your stomach churned at the things you heard, but Luda Mae always stopped you before you could confront Charlie. "We don't want to make him angry." She whispered to you, and it broke your heart to hear this power woman's voice quiver. You weren’t scared of Charlie, but you agreed to turn the other way, because you were worried for her safety.

Some days, though, the tension could be broken through. Particularly if Charlie was gone or napping. He was doing something away from the family, and that's all that mattered. You and Luda Mae still met on your day's off, you were still offered dinner inventions, though notably only on nights Charlie would be out. You often had lunch together, and of course you saw each other when you came over to help take care of her house.

On very rare occasions, you saw Thomas too. He looked terrible. His shoulders constantly sulked, his eyes never seemed to hold any life in them, and he was always a mess. You saw what Luda Mae meant, how he lingered in the doorways of his own home, never daring to enter until he was welcomed in. How he never looked comfortable, always ready to get up and leave the second he is told to. Back down to that basement. You wouldn't be surprised if he had a bed down there, you were starting to think he lived down there. Still, in those rare pacing glances, he always seemed to find a spark of energy, even if it was just for a moment. Any time he saw you cleaning he would rush to take over for you, and you could tell he was embarrassed to see someone cleaning his own house when it should be him doing it. He looked so genuinely shocked every time you insisted to him that you didn't mind, and you wanted to help, and that he didn't have to worry about it anymore. He wouldn't stop worrying, but admittedly, knowing someone was helping his mom took a little bit of the load off his shoulders. The guilt in seeing you down on your knees cleaning his floors adds back twenty pounds, though. If you two simply pass in a hallway, he noticeably straightens up to give you a wave. It felt like you were the only thing that gave him a sense of joy for even a moment, and you were conflicted on how to feel about it. You certainly didn't want to be giving him such joy simply because he was so broken. You just wanted to hug him and never let him go.

"Heart breaking, ain't it?" Luda Mae asked out of the blue after you passed by Thomas in the entryway. You couldn't even pretend to play naïve, you just sighed and nodded your head. She rubbed your back when you came over to look out the window with her and watch Thomas begin to drag himself across the property to get something from the shed.

"Luda Mae… Is it because of…?" You didn't want to say Charlie's name, but you both knew who you were talking about.

Luda Mae simply sighed and wrapped her arm around you. "Thomas has always been a deeply disturbed boy, honey. There's a pain in his heart I just simply can't help him heal. With all the hardships lately, though… Yeah, I would say that is a fair assumption. It certainly didn't help."

Luda Mae rubbed your arm for a moment before taking the kettle off the stove when it began to scream. You watched Thomas for a moment longer before sighing and sitting down at the table, dusting off your skirt to pass time before Luda Mae brought the pot over, and two cups. You guys talked as you always did, but you were still thinking about Thomas. Luda Mae knew it too, she always did. You swear she had some sort of sixth sense.

"Luda Mae, did you guys ever take baby pictures of Thomas?" The question came into your mind because you noticed family portraits on the wall, but Thomas wasn't anywhere amongst them.

"We do…" Luda Mae took a sip of her tea, keeping a little smile on her face as she did. "Would you like to see them?"

"Would…" You looked around to see if Thomas was around, even though you knew you didn't hear him come back in yet. "Would he mind? I don't want to embarrass him…"

"Oh he'll be as red as a tomato," She giggled on her way up out of her chair and patted your shoulder as she passed you on her way to grab the photos. "But he'll get over it. Especially if you tell him how cute he was."

You immediately pouted at her, your lips still curved in a smile though as he just smiled and shrugged on her way out. You shook your head to yourself and rubbed your temple. All these years later, and your face still burns like it did when you were back then. Some things never changed, you supposed.

Luda Mae came back with the photos, a few scarce photos she had of Thomas when he was a baby and up to when he was a young boy, but no older than when he was around eight. This really was the first time you honestly saw Thomas's face, seeing just what was under that mask he was hiding, but in no way did you think it was a bad thing.

"Aw, look at how small he was! It's amazing how big he grew!" You gasped in astonishment as you gently took the photo to get a closer look. It was that moment that Luda Mae really thought to herself, yeah, she is the one.

"It's incredible, ain't it?" Luda Mae smiled to herself as he sipped her tea and looked at another photo.

The front door suddenly swung open again, though you two didn't pay it much mind. It was Thomas, of course it was. He was just grabbing a tool from the shed, he was coming right back. He was never one to be nosy, but he noticed you two looking at photos, and was a little intrigued. His stomach dropped when he realized whose photos you were looking at. He dropped the mallet he grabbed from the shed and stormed into the dining room, though immediately slowed his pace before he approached you and held his hand out for the photo. His face was bright red, but there was more than embarrassment in his eyes. You swore you saw him tearing up. You immediately gave him the photo just so he wouldn't be upset, you were immediately going to apologize for invading his privacy, but you immediately had to gasp and grab his hands before he shredded the photo.

"Thomas, don't!" You cried, clutching those gigantic hands and somehow stilling them even though you knew for a fact you were not holding him back with any strength by any means; he simply just let you. "Don't rip them up! How will we ever show our children how you looked when… You were…"

The silence that washed over the room was deafening. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Your face was boiling, and Thomas was in the exact same position as you were. Even Luda Mae was surprised, she had to physically contain her excitement by covering her mouth with her palm.

You tried to gulp down your nerves but your throat was bone dry. You had to physically remove yourself from him once you finally regained your strength, because at that very moment you just wanted to ground to swallow you up. You just looked this man in his eyes and told him about your future children. You haven't even told him you liked him yet!!!

"Your… Your children." You clarified, trying to brush this under the rug but you were all beyond that. "Show your children how you looked at their age." You'd be damned if you didn't try to save yourself from this embarrassing moment.

You were the one to remove yourself, excusing yourself to the restroom. You wanted to scream, but what you heard made you swallow the embarrassment down for a moment longer.

"Yes Thomas, see, I told you she liked you! I've been telling you that for years, haven't I?"

You could hear his heavy footsteps rush along the floor, and you heard Luda Mae gasp and laugh, telling him to calm down or he was going to crush the life out of her. A smile started to spread on your face, the mental image starting to become more visible.

When you came back, Thomas was gone. Luda Mae had that look, but she didn't bring it up at all. You noticed the photos still on the table; untouched. He didn't shred them. That was enough to spread that smile on your face even more.

On your way out later that night, Luda Mae gave you a note.

"From Thomas." She said, discreetly, but still with a wink.

You took it with a smile before saying your final goodnight and giving your last hug, then you left the house. While you still had the porch light, you opened the letter to read what he had written for you.

"Thank you for helping take care of the house, Y/N.

Can we meet tomorrow?

Thomas."

His handwriting wasn't the cleanest, but you could tell he did his absolute best to make it readable for you. You got the memo, and you couldn't resist hugging the letter close to your chest as you finally started stepping off the porch and walking to your car.

Of course, the answer was yes.

#asks #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #this got so out of hand in all the best ways #I just can't write enough of these romance fics with Thomas #I want to save him from abusive ass Hoyt so bad on god

[lovemayari]

hi <3 could you write a daughter!reader x bucky imagine (it can be adopted, biological or she just sees him as her father figure) about her wanting to come out to him as bisexual, but she's a bit scared bc he's from the 40's when that was even illegal and she's not sure where he stands in those topics (logically she knows he'll support and love her no matter what, but she's still really scared), and obviously bucky is the sweetest and reassures and comforts her for all the time she needs it <3

it's a bit specific and it's okay if you can't or don't want to write it! thank you in advance 🤍

i'll always love you

editor’s notes ; hi, bub! <333 thank you for sending this in,,,, i actually need this lol ASJKAKSDHKA as someone that vowed to never tell my parents that i'm bi...yeah, well, i get the idea of being scared to admit to someone you love and see as a parental figure :") i loved bucky in this, and his sexuality in here is, ofc, a headcanon JKAHKJAD thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this, as always, let me know what you think!

wc ; 1.17k

warnings ; implied homophobia during bucky's time, past and implied stucky, comfort, coming out, being scared, ily <333

summary ; when you distanced yourself from bucky, he's determined to know why, even if it might end up in you admitting you hate him (spoiler alert, you don't)

pairing ; bucky barnes & daughter! reader (familial / platonic)

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bucky's eyes never left you, watching as you played with clint and sam. you were one of the people he felt comfortable with easily, and as someone older than you, definitely older, he took on a protective role with you. so, when sam joked a while back, about bucky being your father, in some way or form, and seeing your face brightened when he didn't deny anything, he figured that he wouldn't really mind being seen as a parental figure, despite past experiences, because at least he knew you.

or so he thought. you've been avoiding him these past few days, he could tell. what with all the lingering, worried glances when you thought he didn't notice and the nervousness he could feel vibrating off of you, yep, you were avoiding him.

but he doesn't understand why. which is partly the reason he kept an eye on you these days, because even if you wanted to ignore him, he didn't want to just neglect his duties of keeping you safe, no matter how hurt he is that you are ignoring him.

"what happened with you two?" tony was beside him, eyes narrowing as he looked between you and bucky. "you know, since you're technically a father figure to our dear y/n, you can always ask me or clint for anything."

it was still weird being "friends" with tony stark after they almost killed each other in sokovia. but then again, bucky was always grateful for tony stark, and with B.A.R.F., and his arm.

bucky's expression didn't change as he answered tony. "kid's avoiding me, no one knows why, except for natasha, and she wouldn't tell me herself."

tony chuckled, patting bucky on the shoulder. "kids, one day they grow up, and suddenly they don't need you anymore. tell you what, i'll try and convince natasha to convince y/n to talk to you, 'kay?"

bucky simply nodded, thankful for tony. he couldn't quite understand why you started avoiding him, but he'll try to, he couldn't lose you too.

later that night, bucky was told to go to one of the rooms they use for briefing. he was nervous, of course he'd be, for all he knows, you're going to tell him that you hate him and then you're going to permanently avoid him, and he couldn't live with that, no he couldn't. he didn't notice himself pacing around the room, eyes twitching a bit as he thought the worst of every scenario ever, that he didn't notice your worried glance at him when you entered the room.

you were beside him in an instant, grounding him as you helped him even out his breathing. you held his arm, worry pooling in your eyes. admittedly, you were avoiding bucky, but it wasn't anything he'd done, it's what you were afraid he would do. which, in hindsight, might not make sense, because you knew bucky loved you as a daughter, and would support you through everything, but this secret you were keeping from him…you couldn't risk losing him, hence, you avoided him.

"you okay?" your worried glance calmed bucky, because at least it meant you still cared, right?

"yeah, 'm fine." he breathed. "why were you avoiding me?"

"straight to the point, huh?" you chuckled, hands shaking a bit as you tried to calm your heart. "please don't be mad?"

his features softened. "i would never be mad at you, y/n."

"i know," you sighed, biting your lips in worry. "but you know me, always the overthinker. i just…i don't want you to hate me, although i do know that you won't, and this is just me being a bit irrational but–,"

he stopped you, his hands holding your shoulders. "look, we're both scared and kind of new to this whole parent-daughter thing we have going on, but i know and you know that we will always have each other's back, no matter what, okay?"

you took a deep breath, nodding. your hand went to interlace with bucky's, the familial love felt in every crevice of your hand in his. he could feel you were shaking so he squeezed them gently, offering you support for whatever it is that you wanted to tell him.

"so, i was with natasha the other day," you started, nerves slowly easing as bucky looked at you encouragingly. "and we kinda talked about…about, uh, sexualities, since pride month's a few days away, and i asked her, since she's with maria, right?"

bucky simply nodded, already having an idea on what you were going to say, but of course, he waited.

"and then, a few days later, i think i realized something." you took another deep breath, looking bucky in the eye. "i'm bisexual. i think i actually am for a long time now, but i just came to terms with it, so…yeah."

"y/n, that's amazing, darling." he immediately pulled you close, mind traveling back to when he knew about the different sexualities in the 20th century. back in the war, he knew he was different, what with steve, and other dames he dated, he knew that it's something people considered taboo. so, when he finally got to live the life he always wanted, more free than before, he researched about it, asking natasha for help as well.

he pulled out of the embrace, smiling briefly as he wiped the tears from your eyes. you felt relieved that bucky–your dad, took it well, and didn't change his mind and still loved you. you smiled at him, tears flowing down as he reassured you, that he was proud of you and that nothing changes, he still loves you.

"you really don't mind?" your voice was small, still a bit worried despite his reassurance. his hands gently stroked your hair, eyes full of love as he looked at you.

"baby, y/n, never. when i woke up in the 20th century, after tony helped removing the words." he looked at you and smiled. "the first thing i did was ask steve if it changed."

"if what changed?"

"steve didn't tell you?" your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at bucky. he laughed, shaking his head. "we dated back in the war, before everything happened."

your eyes were wide as he continued. "i never thought there would be something to describe my attraction to steve. we were friends first, and lovers for quite a while, but it was only always him. i was only ever attracted to him. and then, i learned about demisexuality, and it opened up a lot of things i never knew about me."

he looked you in the eyes. "believe me when i tell you that nothing will change. you will always be my daughter and i would always be behind your back, just like you with me, alright?"

you nodded again, this time, more sure that bucky wasn't lying, not that he could do that to you. he grinned, pulling you for another hug and patting your head. "i'll always love you, kid."

"i'll always love you too…dad."

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[sergeantbuckybarnes]

thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove​ for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic #peter parker one shot

[luminoushane]

Been making a TOH x RWBY au and accidentally made it Frosen steel 😭😭 they are inevitable.

Anyways-

It's under the cut!!

Enter Ruby Rose. Typical kid with anxiety back in school. Totally not half witch, with a witchy dad and a witchy half-sister, nope. Totally normal. (Lies)

Summer rose (who is alive) is pretty busy with her new job, bit she can't leave poor, 14 year old Ruby alone all the time in the house.

So what does she do? Why, send her off to a magical world with her dad and her sister for the summer, or course!

Yang and Ruby get along so well it's scary. Tai and Qrow now have two monsters on their home.

"wdym you don't have summer break here? That's tragic. Can I go to witchy school too?"

So she does

At first, Ozpin was a little hesitant to let in a half witch bc of the bullying she might endure. But Tai proposed that it was only for a few months, and Ruby would leave anyway

He agrees. "Don't get in trouble" he says

She gets in trouble

Oh no. She befriends Blake, who wanted to "get even" with this white haired girl for being so mean to her . This white haired girl who turns out to be Weiss Schnee herself.

Blake and Ruby are friends but only bc Blake owes her one but y'know what she's nice Blake thinks,,, a little sister, mayhaps. A little sister indeed when she sees her older sister, "hoo boy is it hot in here or is it you- wait no. Keep it together, Blake"

Weiss does not like Ruby at all "what are you doing here, hybrid? Shouldn't you be on you stupid human School? Or are you not allowed there too?"

Ruby: "Oh god you're scary, pls don't 🙏 we can be friends :D??? Oh she left..."

Weiss, in her head: "who the fuck is god?"

Ruby runs along the woods and encounters a beast, a BEAST! WONDERFUL! SHE CAN SHOW OFF HOW WELL SHE CAN FIGHt and she doesn't have magic. Oh well. It's been a good few days. Oh, someone saved her

"hey, are you okay?" The stranger with the sweetest voice asks. She even has this pretty white cape and gold belt and- oh it's an emperor's coven guard. One who apparently, must be from the higher-ups, considering the gold mask.

"fine. I'm fine" Ruby looks away bc ohhhhhh she has such a pretty voice gay panic gay panic g-

"you must be the half witch, no? I've heard so much about you." "Good things, I hope?" "..." "...good things, right?..."

After that incident, she now has a mysterious guard friend.

Weiss still dislikes her, a lot. And it doesn't help that her sister and Blake are too busy flirting with each other. One faithful day, she catches resident bully; Cardin Winchester, talking to Weiss. It doesn't sound good at all, they sound aggressive. It's an argument. Ruby couldn't hear much, but Weiss seemed intimidated when Cardin stepped closer, a spell circle ready. Oh, that wasn't gonna fly.

"Hey, leave her alone" says local half witch who hasn't mastered what little magic she has. Cardin laughs bc c'mon she's so short and tiny what can she do

Oh she took karate classes

Oh woe is Ruby who got sent to detention

(she met team jnpr there!)

Weiss is waiting for her outside the school. "Are you crazy, hybrid? You could've gotten expelled!" "Well, you could've gotten hurt!" "I can defend myself, thank you very much. I'm stronger than you! I have magic!"

Ruby looks down "right..." Weiss grabs her wrist and inspects it. "He grabbed your hand very hard, does it hurt? Why would you even do that? You think you're some strong hero? You could've gotten killed!"

Ruby looks up at her, fascinated. "Oh... Uhm, sorry." She pulls away and runs back home.

Slams door open "YANG I HAVE A CRUSHES WHAT DO"

"A WHAT"

Ruby explains like "So this one girl the other day was soooo nice to me and saved me and she has such a pretty voice and today I got sent to detention for protecting Weiss and after that she was worried I'd get hurt and she held my hand and she was checking if I had bruises and she tucked her pretty white hair behind her ear and-" "YOU GOT WHAT"

Ruby has been meeting up with her new guard friend. She's never seen her face :/. When Ruby asks about it, she goes "Just promise me you won't tell anyone, okay?" And Ruby lifts up the mask and stares at the green eyes of a cute redhead with a pretty smile.

RUBY FALLS OVER GOOD B Y E

"My name is Penny. You don't have to call me "miss guard" anymore 😅 it feels... Weird"

"okay pretty- I MEAN PENNY"

"also? Thanks for saving my girlfriend back there. She's said some good things about you today."

"your what"

Ruby goes back home, dejected. "YAAANNGGHHH THEY'RE DATING EACH OTHER! I AM LITERALLY THE EPITOME OF GRIEF AND LONELINESS! IMAGINE! YOU HAVING A CRUSH ON TWO PEOPLE! THEN THEY'RE DATING!"

"ask both of them out"

"huh"

"Ruby it's 2021. Polyamory exists."

"huh you have a point. Maybe... Maybe..."

#rwby #the owl house #ruby rose #penny polendina #weiss schnee #frosen steel #part 2??? maybe someday lol #too lazy to write it down

[archangelgabriel]

idk if you guys remember my drawings of dean winchester jr, his sister, and the fitzgerald kids being friends, but here’s the part TWO (better this time)

(tap for better quality)

hcs under the cut:

idk of these look like teenagers but sam and cas are both 18, dean is two years younger than them at 16, and jody is two years younger than him at 14

oh yeah dean has a younger sister. her name is jody. honestly i’d name her something different now but my friends who invented her came up w jody and i feel like paying homage to them so it’s jody now 😌 maybe i’ll change it eventually since this is kinda my version

they all live in the same modest suburban area and investigate supernatural happenings together + kinda keep tabs on the secret life of the monster youth

sam (winchester) told his kids about the supernatural and they’re all just kind of witchy in their day to day lives. every other friday the winchester-leahys preform the family bonding Blood Ritual to summon auntie rowena over for dinner

jody and dean are both fluent in asl and often use it to their advantage. id like to imagine they go to the same high school and will sign things to each other from across the hallway and then get in trouble bc they called jody’s mean physics teacher a cunt right in front of him

dean inherited his fathers weird thing about serial killer podcasts, except he likes to investigate cold case files. his favorite thing is looking at some old super famous unsolved mystery and realizing that it was probably because of a ghost or vampire or some shit, bc it makes him feel special that he (and a few other ppl) are the only ones who’ll ever know the real answer

it’s kind of a family of nerds. jody pretends not to be but she is and she regularly participates in dean’s freakish magic science experiments

they regularly almost burn down the house together. eileen is so long-suffering (sam w. contributes to the chaos although he denies it when she’s around)

their prank wars are like magic prank wars. lots of (mostly) harmless hex bags are placed into each other’s backpacks

OH JODY MAKES THEM ALL FILM TIKTOKS WITH HER ADJHJNWJGD. THIS IS TRUE AND FACTUAL she is on witchtok and like just posts complete bullshit but with enough real magic to the point where she can fuck with people. it brings her great joy

sam (fitzgerald) very willingly does the trends with her he thinks it’s fun. actually lets talk about the fitzgerald twins

so basically they have the sweetest most loving least nuclear nuclear family ever. from my vague memory of the ep it’s just them, garth and bess, and their older sister who’s probably moved out so yknow. rowdy 18 year olds with the house to themselves. they’re super different but love each other and know how to live with each other after like over a decade of being the top and bottom bunk on the bunk bed (cas got top, sam was afraid of heights as a child)

they both wear the silver bullet necklaces that the whole family wears, n both are happy to. sam kind of secretly wishes he could just be a regular human boy, so he appreciates the message of “you’re just like a human! you are no better than them, so love everyone equally :).” cas actually kinda likes being a werewolf but he appreciates the message the necklace offers of “hey ur stronger and better than literally all humans but you can still die so, don’t eat them i guess.”

oh if you couldn’t tell cas is the emo one. sam took after the general fitzgerald household vibes of overeagerness and love and happy times! cas just tries to be… anything but that. he probably listens to, like, death grips.

he’s still a big hugger, though. kind of ruins his image when he’s saying goodbye to some acquaintance and almost instinctively goes in for a snuggle.

they both kinda tend to get into fights. there’s a similarly peaceful vampire family in town who just thinks they’re ~so much better~ than them, and it even pisses SAM off and he’s like a walking talking marshmallow cookie.

sam actually has like a secret aggressive streak just bc he’s very defensive over his family and friends. listen i know he sounds like a mary sue shut up shut up shut u—

sometimes cas gives jody piggyback rides if she asks nicely. he pretends to be super annoyed by it but he likes the opportunity to use his super strength every once in a while. sam is also very easily persuaded if jody asks nicely, but usually she is asking him to pick up dean just to piss him off.

i think it’s very funny how dean and cas are like the Intellectuals and they’ll talk about politics and current events and social justice and jody and sam are the Artists and will interrupt them to be like “look we broke two skateboards in half and then stuck them together in a plus sign shape to make the Mega Skateboard” and then jody tries it out in the driveway and then they have to drive to the hospital. huzzah

im out of hcs so here’s some bonus doodles

#i know this post isn’t gonna get a lot of traction because it’s not something that anyone cares about and also i’m posting it at like #the worst time #but shh. it makes me happy #i spent like 11 hours on this you should reblog if <3 #etchasketchings #dean winchester jr #sam fitzgerald #or is he #samuel fitzgerald #? #castiel fitzgerald #cas fitzgerald #jody winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #spn finale #supernatural fanart #fanart #spn fanart #saileen #not really but shhhhh #spn headcanons #spn next gen!

[mellowswriting]

Settled - A Sequel to The Future

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

summary || A glimpse into domestic life with Din. 

word count || 4,238

warnings || soft smut, food consumption, pregnant reader, domestic fluff, Din Djarin is the best dad in the universe but we already knew that, Uncle Paz Vizsla bc I’m shameless

a/n ||  Listen... soft domesticity with Din was something I didn’t realized I needed in life until writing this, so I had so much fun. Thank you to the anons who sent the requests that inspired this! ​

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Translations: riduur - spouse buir - parent mesh’la - beautiful kurshi’ika - little tree cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

It was the kind of morning people wrote poetry about, line after eloquent line about how the sun broke over the trees in brilliant streaks of orange and pink backed by the symphony of cheerful bird chatter, how the steam from your coffee mug curled through the air in a lazy pirouette, how each sip you took as you read by the open window filled you to the brim with a warm peace that rivaled any other. That kind of tranquility was something you had craved, but never thought you could actually have for yourself.

You were never more glad to be wrong.

Every promise Din made to you, he followed through on. Ma’ira was small but beautiful, covered with lush forests and dotted with turquoise colored lakes, and the second you landed on the planet you just knew. Something about it all felt right. It didn’t take long to find the home you now lived in with your riduur, an almost cottage-like home on the outskirts of town, far enough away that Din felt comfortable enough to strip away his armor more often than not.

It had been a strange adjustment. Din wasn’t used to the possibility of being so open. You weren’t used to the possibility of staying put. But the biggest adjustment of all was the swell of your stomach when you first moved into the house that the two of you had turned into a warm, happy home. Din, being the overachiever of the century, somehow managed to knock you up right on the first try. To say that the both of you were surprised would be an understatement. You expected to have more time, to be able to spend however long it took to find the absolute perfect place to settle down.

In more ways than one, you were beyond glad that your lover was such an overachiever. You would have overthought it all; which planet was the best to settle down on, whether or not the house you chose was the right one, if your town was safe enough. The kiddo growing in your belly like a weed forced you both to make a decision in a timely manner and now you had an incredible husband, a perfect daughter, and another warrior growing strong in your belly.

At two years old, Willow was a bright, vibrant little girl who also managed to create mischief anywhere her little feet could carry her. And with all of that endless bounty of toddler energy? Yeah, you needed those calm mornings as a reprieve from her energy, as much as you loved her

It was the rumble of her bare feet on the wood floors that drew you from the novel in your hands, her wild mess of brown hair the first thing you saw as she clambered in your lap. Her arms wound around your neck as she pulled you into a bear hug, practically choking the life out of you in her excitement.

“Good morning, Willow,” You said as you shifted her weight away from the swell of your belly before brushing her curls out of her face. “How about we go wake up your buir, huh? I think he’s gotten to sleep in enough this morning.”

Willow’s eyes lit up at the mention of her father and she nodded emphatically, already ready to poke at her father until he woke up like she did every morning. You made your way into your bedroom with her on your hip and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight your husband made. Din was still dead asleep, his face buried in the crook of his elbow, the stark contrast of his tan skin against the white sheets made even more striking by the sunlight flooding through the windows. Just like his daughter, his hair was a curly mess atop his head.

You gingerly set Willow down next to Din and she crawled over to kneel at his side and pry his arm away from his face. It woke him up immediately, you could tell by the slight curve of his lips despite his still closed eyes - a game he played almost every morning with his daughter. Next came the poking at his cheeks, then his eyebrows, and then his lips - where Din grabbed her hand and pretended to gobble her up.

“Papa!” Willow squealed, devolving into a fit of giggles as she tried to squirm away. “Mama, help!”

The second you leaned over to try to scoop her up, Din pulled you down onto the bed on top of him and pressed a kiss to your lips, always careful not to put pressure on your stomach. You shifted to lay next to him, propping your baby bump on his side to relieve the tension. Sat there in that bed, your husband rubbing your belly with one warm hand and your toddler jumping and tumbling around the pillows, her peals of laughter echoing off of your bedroom walls… well, it brought you more peace than any early morning sunrise or good book could ever bring you.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” Din murmured against your temple where he pressed a kiss, his voice rumbling low and sleepy. “How’s the book?”

“About halfway through, it’s a good one.” You loved the interest he took in your little hobbies. The newest book in particular was the fourth in a series Din had gotten for you. He knew you liked to read while you breastfed and was more than happy to provide you with as many books as possible. “The little one is kicking up a storm, though. He’s killing my bladder.”

Din hummed as he slid down to speak right into your belly. “Be good to your mama, little one.”

He kissed your baby bump, leaned up to kiss your lips, and then stood to stretch his arms high above his head with a strained groan. “Come on, kurshi’ika, let’s get your hair fixed.”

You smiled at the nickname, watching Din carry his little girl to the bathroom. He may be an intimidating Mandalorian, a big and bad ex-bounty hunter, but he was the softest, sweetest dad you had ever seen. With a low groan, you eased yourself onto your feet and busied yourself with preparing breakfast, and by the time Din emerged from the bathroom with Willow, you had yogurt and a pile of sliced strawberries ready for her.

Sitting down to eat meals together was something you cherished. It felt like a completely different life, back when you and Din would have to sit in separate rooms to eat to protect his creed, back when everything was so complicated. Now Din would share small bites of his own meals with Willow, he talked through mouthfuls of food hidden behind his hand, he cleared the table once all of you were finished. Yet another new side of your soulmate that you had the privilege of seeing.

It didn’t take long for Willow to finish her breakfast and ask to be let down to play. It amazed you how much energy such a small kid managed to contain, watching her zip around the living room without pausing to take a breath. You couldn’t help but laugh as Din tried to keep up with her. Not long ago, you would’ve been right there on the floor with them, but now that pregnancy had shifted your center of gravity and had your back and feet aching constantly, it was too damn hard.

While Willow was lucky to have a dad who had no qualms with crawling around on the floor with her, even he couldn’t rival her energy. Din dropped onto the couch next to you with a long drawn out sigh, watching with raised eyebrows as his daughter shot around the room.

“How does she do it?” He chuckled, shaking his head. You hummed in lieu of an answer and leaned your head against his shoulder. Just like with your first pregnancy, you were tired more often than not and Din’s warmth was like a heavy blanket that could only lure you closer to sleep. Din pulled you closer to rub your belly. “How are we going to do it? With two?”

“If we can handle bounty hunting, we can handle two kids, my love.” You murmured, your eyes falling closed as you relaxed against him.

“Bounty hunting was less scary.” Din said with a huffed laugh and yeah, he wasn’t exactly wrong. But as terrifying as parenthood could be, watching Willow grow and learn made everything worth it. You could see pieces of both of you in her; she had Din’s hair and your eyes. She had her father’s attitude and your perfected puppy-dog eyes. She had her father’s grumpy face and your laugh.

Even so, she was becoming her own person the more she grew. Every annoyed huff, every little pout, every time she jumped out from behind the couch or bed to ‘scare’ one of you, it became more glaringly obvious just how lucky you both were. The little one growing strong in your belly would only add to that luck, you just knew it. Even when your bladder was being used as a trampoline, when the exhaustion got so bad you had to nap in the middle of the day, when the nausea overwhelmed you, there was an underlying tone of luckiness.

Three quick knocks had you easing yourself off of the couch despite Din insisting he could get it. If you stayed on that couch curled up next to him any longer, you would fall asleep and you knew it. A warm rush of air flooded against you when you opened the door and you smiled brightly at the man in front of you.

“Paz! It’s good to see you!” You said as you pulled him in for a hug. “Come on in.”

The second Willow saw him, an excited cry of “Uncle Paz!” echoed through the living room as she scrambled to give him a bear hug. Paz was the one who made you realize that your husband wasn’t an anomaly among Mandalorians - you knew they cherished children, that raising them to be strong and healthy was the foundation of their culture, but you hadn’t realized just how gentle they were with the littlest ones. If anyone had told you before all of this that you would see Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla sitting on the floor and happily playing along with a tea party for a two year old and her stuffed bunnies, you would’ve laughed at the very idea.

But now it was a weekly occurrence, one that you would cherish the memories of for the rest of your life, and you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

“Are you sure she’s ready, cyar’ika?” Din murmured as he watched Willow debate which stuffed animal she should bring with her.

“I definitely think she is. Besides, Jaina and Paz are only a few miles away. If she changes her mind, we’ll go pick her up.” You rubbed his arm reassuringly. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just nervous.” He grunted.

Willow’s first overnight away was something you both agreed on, but that didn’t mean neither of you were anxious about it. Paz and his wife were the only ones you trusted enough and Maker knows that they didn’t mind helping. You were all family, after all.

“She’s going to be with them while I’m in labor, she needs to be comfortable if she has to stay overnight. But we can put this off a bit longer if you want.” You offered, but he shook his head. No matter when Willow went to spend the night with her Uncle, it was going to be nerve wracking and you both knew it.

You knelt next to Willow and helped her zip up the bag she had stuffed full of toys. “Okay, Willow. Are you excited to stay with Uncle Paz and Aunt Jaina?”

Willow nodded emphatically, bouncing on her toes and struggling to keep her attention on you in her excitement, especially when she saw her dad walking over to crouch down next to her as well.

“Be a good listener for Paz, okay kurshi’ika?” Din reminded her gently and Willow nodded again before hugging him tightly. The worry on his face eased as he held her close.

“Bye, Papa.” Willow chirped before turning to hug you as well. “Bye, Mama. Bye, Baby.”

The kiss she popped against your belly choked you up and you almost wanted to wrap her up in your arms and never let her go. Oh, your sweet, precious little girl. So excited to be a big sister, already so loving to a sibling that wasn’t even born yet.

You watched her hop along after Paz and as he strapped her into the seat of his speeder, always overly cautious about the strap placement of her harness, but Paz was a quick learner. All it took was that one time of showing him exactly where the chest clip was meant to be and stressing the importance of it, and the man had it down expertly.

You expected the house to feel smaller, empty without Willow’s high peals of laughter and exhaustive energy, and while that thread of nervousness at being away from your child still held true, the idea of getting to relax with your husband without any real obligations was… nice. Different, but nice. You sat down heavily on the couch, that heavy exhaustion creeping over you to weigh down your eyelids the moment you met the cushions.

It was the feeling of Din’s hands rubbing the tension from your feet that woke you sometime later. His attention was on the television across the room, some rerun of a trashy holodrama playing at a low volume. You smiled sleepily at him. So handsome with his fluffy, unkempt hair and the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving in the past few days. You reached out to graze his arm with your fingertips and Din smiled before he even looked away from the screen.

“How was your nap?” He asked quietly, a soft fondness on his face.

“Good,” Your voice was rough with sleep. You wiggled your toes against his hand. “This is better, though.”

Din chuckled but complied, those strong fingers of his digging into the arch of your foot and pulling a pleased hum deep from your chest. The man had hands like magic. It was something he loved to do, taking care of your body aches and tense muscles, especially when you were pregnant. He was the one who put you in that state after all. He felt it was his responsibility to take care of you, however you needed.

The tightness of your muscles slowly relaxed with each kneading pass of his fingers, his hands slowly making their way up past your ankles, working through your calves and your knees. He pressed feather light kisses to your calves as he worked his hands, shifting so he could lean over you and slowly work himself up your body. Din knew exactly what he was doing, could tell by the way your contented little hums morphed into pleasured moans.

A grin found your lips when your heady whine was met with a low, needy groan. Din nipped your inner thigh playfully and looked up at you with those bright eyes. “What do you need, Din?”

“You.” He leaned up to press his forehead to yours. “Just you.”

“You have me.” You whispered, your heart pattering faster in your chest. It had been far too long since you could just let loose with him and enjoy each other without having to think about anything other than the feel of each other’s bodies. “You always have me.”

Din kissed you, one hand propping himself up next to you and the other gripping your chin to tip your head back. A shudder rocked through you at the feeling of his tongue dipping to lick at your lips. You pulled away to pat his cheek, a breathless laugh falling from your lips.

“Not on the couch,” You said. “Take me to bed, riduur.”

Your husband helped you to your feet, ushering you ahead of him with one big hand smacking and grabbing at your ass as you laughed at his antics. Before you were showing, Din would’ve had no issue shoving you down on the bed and going to town on you, and while his touch was still firm, he was gentle. Beyond careful.

He had you stripped in no time, your shirt and shorts flung somewhere unknown and uncared for. The warmth of his hand at your waist made you shiver and press closer; the skin on skin of his chest pressed against your back was addictive, left you keening for more, for any other gentle touch he would grace you with. It was a kiss to your neck that came next, followed almost immediately by the drag of his teeth against your pulse. His fingers knotted in your hair, angling your head to give him better access to the corded muscle of your neck that he loved sinking his teeth into.

The stuttered cries he managed to pull from you were like music to Din’s ears. Every single sound you made for him… fuck, they were just as pretty as you. He pressed you forward onto your hands and knees, grinning at the way your fingers immediately curled into the sheets, and ground his clothed cock against your ass in a slow circle, relishing in the desperate cant of your hips in your search for more friction.

“So needy, cyar’ika.” Din murmured as he leaned down to kiss and lick and bite at your shoulder blades, his hand coming down to cradle your belly, feeling his child close and safe inside of you. “Such a good girl, huh? Always so good for me.”

“Please…” You arched against him with a whine, seeking his touch where you really, desperately needed it. The look you tossed at him over your shoulder was almost enough to break him. “I need you.”

Din popped the hems of his briefs with how quickly he ripped them off. He moved to kneel at the edge of the bed, ready to open you up for him, spread you out with his tongue and his fingers and let your pretty little moans soak into his ego and stroke his pride. Your foot shot out to stop him, damn near catching him in the ribs.

“Fuck, Din, I’m ready. I promise, I just need you, please -”

He eased your desperation with a hand at the base of your spine, shuddering at how much you needed him, his touch, his cock buried as deep as possible in your wet little cunt. Din’s fingers brushed your core gently, barely touching you to hear that needy whine one more time, before tracing your clit in practiced circles.

The arch of your hips deepened as you relished in the pleasure your husband sparked through your body, unable to curb the needy sounds you made. Sex with Din was always a good time, but sex with Din while you were pregnant was next fucking level. The doctor had told you it was because of higher blood flow and blah, blah, blah, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he was also just that good. You didn’t even realize you were begging at first, crying out a high, ‘please, please, please’ until you felt Din’s cock notch at your entrance, the hand he had at the base of your spine sliding down to grasp firm at your neck.

He pushed into you in one smooth, devastating stroke, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against. The groan he gave was one you heard time and time again, his voice reverent as if you were the goddess to absolve him of all of his sins, the one to save him and bring him to salvation. It broke you down and built you up in the same second, pride swelling in your chest at the pleasure you brought him, at the pleasure he brought you. Just the full feeling of his cock stretching you was enough to have you trembling beneath him, so that first slow stroke, the roll of his hips as he pulled away only to push back into you, it was devastating.

“Fuck…” Din’s head tipped back, his hips setting a steady, slow pace that still had you almost too full but still needing more. “So fucking wet for me, so ti-ight.”

You wanted to praise him, to tell him how good he felt inside of you, how his thick cock made you quiver around him, but your voice had disappeared, fizzled out with that first thrust. But you could show him. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, a cock drunk grin spreading across your face when Din’s pace stuttered at your enthusiasm. The muscles in your thighs and back were starting to ache with the effort of holding yourself up, but before you could find your voice well enough to tell him, he was pulling out of you despite your whined protest.

“Hush, sweet girl,” Din said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he eased you onto your side and settled behind you. “I’ve got you.”

Your leg was lifted to brace against his hip and then Din was thrusting back into you, his bare chest pressed firmly to your back. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he slid his hand up your thigh and over your hip, desperate for the electric feeling of his practiced fingers against your clit. Instead, those teasing fingers trailed over your belly and up your ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake to flush across your sensitive skin.

“Din…” You whined, sounding every bit like the needy, debauched little thing you felt. Din’s hand snatched yours up when you reached between your legs, only making you whine more.

“Use your words, cyar’ika.” Din murmured low in your ear. He didn’t miss the way his voice made shivers dance down your spine. “Tell me what you need.”

“T-touch me,” You managed to stutter out as you arched against him, angling your hips so that he hit even deeper and the head of his cock pressed against your g-spot. That tension ratcheted tighter in your belly and drug your desperation higher with it. “Fuck, please!”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Din teased and finally dipped his hand between your thighs, his fingers spreading you open and gathering up your slick to circle your clit.

A loud cry ripped from your chest, your orgasm quickly approaching under Din’s touch, combined with the stuttering breaths coming from your lover. He wasn’t lost on the pleasure he brought you, the feeling of your already tight cunt tensing around him, growing more wet to ease the way for him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” You huffed, hovering on the edge of ecstasy only driven higher with each stroke.

Din captured your ear lobe between his teeth and hissed one word. “Cum.”

You broke. Keened and trembled and gasped as he rocked you through your orgasm, only shoving his hand away when it became too much for your sensitive nerves. Three more thrusts into you and Din’s pace stuttered, his hand coming up to brace against your hip and hold you in place to bury his seed as deep as your body would allow him. You let out an exhausted, breathless chuckle - if he hadn’t already had knocked you up, that certainly would’ve done it.

The two of you took a moment. Soaked each other in as you caught your breath. Din barely moved, only shifting slightly to pull out as you whined at the loss, but he peppered lazy kisses on your shoulder in apology. In those moments, those hazy post-sex moments where you were both sweaty and sated and beyond in love, your hands wandered as did Din’s. It was almost instinctual, a need to check each other over and soothe any aches, any bites that were a tad too rough.

Din pulled at you with insistent hands, guiding you to roll over and face him so you could use his side to rest your belly on. As much as that helped to ease the ache your growing baby put on your back, it was just as much for him as it was for you. He loved supporting you, feeling you relax against his side, running his palm over your belly and tracing the stretch marks that signified all you did for him, for the children you bore and nurtured both as they grew inside of you and at your breast after their birth.

“Shower?” Din asked after an eternity of peaceful silence.

You hummed your agreement, shivering at the idea of those strong hands massaging your scalp and aching muscles. “In a minute. Just wanna feel you.”

And feel him you did. Din wasn’t the only one who loved to aimlessly trace his lover’s skin. His muscles twitched under your gentle touch, something that never failed to make you smile; he was so strong, so firm, yet a single caress was enough to have him shivering with a small delighted smile on his face.

The shower could wait. The rest of the word could wait. All you needed was Din.

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