#but oh god i'm gonna be washing these dishes for the next week. did you know: some people have dishwashers

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: things are picking up now xx

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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.

She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.

There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.

- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.

- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.

- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.

- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.

- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.

- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.

- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.

- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.

- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?

- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.

- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?

- I have a thermos, thank you.

Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.

- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.

- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.

- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.

- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.

- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.

- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...

He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.

- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.

- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.

- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.

- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.

- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?

- That it none of your business, Sergeant.

- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.

- You're not HR, you're the CEO.

- Maybe I multitask, how about that?

- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?

- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.

Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.

- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.

- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?

- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.

- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...

- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.

- I know but if it had gone well ...

- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.

- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.

Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.

- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.

- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.

- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.

- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?

- Who said I was mad at you?

- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.

Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.

- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?

- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.

- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.

- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.

(...)

When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.

Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.

She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.

She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.

(...)

The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.

- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.

- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?

- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?

- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.

Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.

- What do you need Davis?

- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.

- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.

- My Y/N.

- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?

- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.

Oh, this was fun.

- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.

- Oh ...

- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.

(...)

Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.

- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.

He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.

- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?

- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?

- What?

- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?

- Oh shut up!

- Small dick?

- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.

- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.

- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?

- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?

- Why won't you shut up?

- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.

- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.

- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.

- I have been to Le Coucou.

- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.

- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.

- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.

- You're a dick, Bucky.

Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.

- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.

- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.

- Y/N, let's go.

- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...

- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.

- But yo ...

- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.

taglist: @talesofadragon @themermaidscales82 @winters1917 @vladsgirlxx @stinkerbelle007 @maybefoxysouls @blackwood-bodecker-housewife

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan/y/n #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky/reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky/you #bucky x y/n #bucky/y/n

[lizzieislife94x]

Long Distance (e.o)

Requested ❤️

Lizzie x Fem Reader

GirlxGirl 

Y/ns POV:

I wash up my plate as I watch my phone like an excited child its 6:30pm meaning my girlfriend will be calling any minute its 10pm where she is at the moment on location, I dry my dish as I wait for the call after 5 minutes my phone rings with the facetime call. 

Me: babyyy I've missed you so much.

Lizzie: I've missed you too, how was your day today baby. 

Me: it was great work was chill I hung out with one of my new co workers Jane she's awesome.

I say with a smile as I look at lizzie her smile doesn't seem proper maybe I'm over thinking 

Lizzie: that's good did you eat.

Me: yeah I just had dinner just finished 15 minutes ago, how is work going liz.

Lizzie: ugh good yeah just really tired I wish I was with you though. 

Me: yeah me too me too.

After an hour on the phone we hang up and I have a huge smile on my face lizzie said she's coming to visit next week she has 2 weeks off and I couldn't be more excited about it I decided to go for a shower then bed and fall asleep with a huge smile on my face.

 4 days later:

"So you have any plans for this weekend y/n" I look up from my food and smile sweetly "actually I don't do you wanna do something" I ask Jane as she grins "yessss lets go dancing and let loose" she says excitedly as I giggle "ok so tomorrow night I'll meet you at the club?" I say and nods "yes definitely " we continue to eat our lunch as my phone rings I look and notice lizzies name causing me to smile "Jane ill be right back I have to take this my girlfriend is calling" I stand up and walk away to answer.

Me: Hey baby is everything ok 

Lizzie: yeah I just missed your voice babygirl how is work. 

Me: yeah we're on lunch just now I'm going to the club tomorrow night with JaneAll I hear is silence for bit

Me: lizzie are you there liz baby

Lizzie: yeah sorry I'm here thats great as long as you have fun princess 

Me: oh you no I will but hey I can't wait to see you on Monday I'm counting down the hours

Lizzie: me to princess I can't wait to just chill with you go out and most importantly have you in my arms. 

Me: oh god me to baby I can't wait shit hey baby I gotta go I gotta get back to work ill text you later have fun filming. 

With that I quickly hang up and rush back up to the office and get back towork after a few hours it's home time I quickly head home and throw myself on the couch oh jeez its been a long day I decided to just have grilled cheese for dinner I can't be bothered cooking once I eat I head up to my room and throw myself onto the bed and open tik tok must have fell asleep though because I'm being woke up to the sound of my alarm I roll over and groan getting up to shower and brush my teeth I get dressed for work and head to my car. 

Me: Good morning baby I hope you have a great day still counting the hours down till your here but I'm heading to work so I'll text you again later

I put my phone down and drive to work as I pull up my phone beeps causing me to smile when I see her name on my phone 

 Lizzie♥️: Good morning princess I hope you have a great day at work and don't get to drunk tonight ill text you later beautiful 

I smile and walk into the building to get my work done at lunch Jane comes running over to me "dude you still on for tonight" she says excited "yeah of course haha I'm looking forward to it ill meet you at the club at 8" she jumps up and down a little making me laugh.

after a long day its finally time to head home I need to go and pick an outfit. 

2 hours later: 

I finish putting the last touches to my make up and admire myself in the mirror I do look pretty hot if I do say so myself I went with tight black dress and black heels decided light make up and curly hair I grab my phone and take a full body picture and decide to send it to lizzie. 

Me:*1 image attached* baby do I look ok

Not even a minute later my phone dings

Lizzie: Wow wow wow you look fucking sexy baby not gonna lie I'm hella jealous right now if anyone looks at you a little to long punch them in the face for me babygirl😳

I giggle at her text blushing slightly

Me: Baby no one's going to look at me and even if they did let them I have the best girlfriend in the world I don't need nor want anyone else but you your eyes and your staring are the only ones that matter to me 

I spray some perfume and head out getting into my car and driving towards the club after 20 minutes I arrive right on time I park up and head to the front of club and see Jane "wow you look amazing" she says as we hug and head inside. 

4 hours later:

"Oh my gosh that was so fun I yell to Jane" she nods and agrees we head outside and I call an uber "I haven't been out in a while and I had so much fun thank you Jane" she looks at me and smiles "same thanks for coming with me" we part ways heading into our own ubers after 20 minutes and a stop to Mcdonalds I'm home I decided to drunken facetime my girlfriend while I munched my Mcdonalds we spend roughly 2 hours on facetime before I passed out 

 Time skip to Monday

Work was boring today maybe its because lizzie gets here in the next hour and I'm counting down I get to finish in 10 minutes so I can pick her up once I finish I practically run to my car and head towards the airport my excitement rushing through my veins after 15 minutes I arrived at the airport I get out and stand against my car patiently waiting after a few minutes I spot her walking towards me with a huge smile I jump up and down and run towards her screaming with excitement as I jump into her arms she catches me and we both squeal in joy holding eachother tight "I missed you so fucking much" i mumble into her neck as she holds me tighter "I missed you to princess" we stood holding eachother for 10 minutes before I took her bag and put it in the trunk then opened her door for her "thank you baby" she smiles fuck I've missed her smile so much Irun to my side and start to drive to my house her hand automatically rests on my thigh making my thoughts run wild I haven't seen her in 6 months so its been 6 months of no action I pull into my drive and get out running round to open her door "there you go baby" she giggles and smiles as we walk inside she plops down on the couch and I follow instantly cuddling upto her "fuck I've missed you" I mumble but loud enough for her to hear"I've missed you too beautiful" she says as she plays with my hair I Bury my face in her chest and bask in the feeling of being in her arms and her playing with my hair I let out a content sigh this is perfect.

AN: ok this is gonna be a 2 parter I didn't think it would be this long but this part is basically just leading up to them being together again part 2 will have the action if it sucks I'm sorry lmao hope your all good and stay hydrated people I feel like I've not wrote in months

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu #oneshot #smut #wattpad #lizzieislife94x #wanda mcu #mommy wanda #wanda marvel #wandavision #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximommy #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda smut

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

This one has a lot of Moon idk what happened

Moon: God nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight. Monty: So, a vampire? Moon: I can confirm that I am not a vampire as I have blood. Freddy: Is it your blood? Moon: It is blood, yes. Freddy: Is it blood that has always belonged to you from the moment of your spawning? Moon: It is blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood.

Moon: I'm bored. Solar: Wanna commit first degree murder? Moon: Sure! Sun, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Monty down!!

Sun: I find it hilarious when you're the quiet/introverted kid and the teacher always sends people who are too talkative in class next to you because they know you wont talk. Moon: Bad and naughty children get put with the Silent Man to atone for their crimes.

Freddy: Can we go to a haunted house? Moon: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Freddy: Wh-what? Moon: Goodnight, Freddy.

Monty: You have Crayons? Sun: Yes, I have— Monty: You're— how old are you? Sun: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Bonnie, walking into his green room: Hello, people who do not live here. Sun: Hey. Monty: Hi. Moon: Hello. Freddy: Hey! Bonnie: I gave you the key to my green room for emergencies only! Moon: We were out of Fizzy Faz.

Sun: Moon, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Moon: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound? (In same bodies version: YES)

Solar: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Freddy: …Don’t you mean benevolence? Solar: No.

Moon: Look, Solar, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

Moon: Sun, get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you? Sun: Monty, Moon wants you to get out of the house.

Sun, holding a Wii mote with a knife attached: Are Wii gonna have a problem? Moon, bringing out their switch remote with a blade: You best switch up that attitude. -An hour later…- Sun, in the ambulance: Wii-U! Wii-U! Wii-U! Solar: I hate this fucking family.

Monty: Sun is washing the dishes and I just heard them say "Who do you work for? Who's your contact???" While repeatedly pushing a glass underwater. Freddy: At least they're having fun???

Moon: Hey, Sun? Can I get some dating advice? Sun: Just because I'm with Monty doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Sun: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Moon, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. Freddy, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please. Moon: Coming right up.

Moon: Uh, I think I got your lunch. Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, your big brother Solar Sun: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’

Freddy: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. (more than usual) Solar: Fucking Moon and Sun were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Moon: on the phone Hey Sol, do you know my blood type? Solar: Of course, it's B-. Moon: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Bonnie: One time I found a google doc on Moon’s computer with the title "list of dads that make other dads eat bugs. Bonnie: out of curiousity, I opened the google doc. Bonnie: it was completely blank except for the words "my dad".

Monty: Die. Sun: Please don't die! Monty: DIE! Sun: PLEASE DON'T DIE! Bonnie, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant? Moon, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Sun wants Monty to accept it as their kid.

#sundrop #daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #monty gator #montgomery gator

[coquelicoq]

i learned many things in the zoom cooking class i just took! including:

in ethiopian cuisine, you cook the onions first with no oil and only add the oil later

most meals in ethiopia are vegan

some people can make three things at the same time and i am not one of those people

if the teacher offers to mail you the spices ahead of time but you figure you’ll be able to find them somewhere and don’t need her to mail them to you: you’re wrong

injera is fermented!

#it was actually pretty fun! but there are SO many dishes to wash now oh my god #and i didn't even make the injera #cooking #food #my posts #i also learned that the flavor i associate most strongly with ethiopian food is from a spice blend called berbere! #(luckily i was able to get berbere. and i already had turmeric. but there were some spices that i couldn't get :( ) #in ethiopia people make their own berbere once a year. they buy like 40 pounds of chilies and just go to town on 'em #this is all assuming i heard everything correctly. my audio setup was not ideal for this #but oh god i'm gonna be washing these dishes for the next week. did you know: some people have dishwashers?? #and don't have to deal with this handwashing nonsense???? #sounds fake but it's a real thing

[sunpopp]

Warm to The Touch | {CCH}

→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.

• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff

• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare

Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.

Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.

You can't help but smile.

Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.

He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.

But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.

Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.

Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.

Stupid mistake.

It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.

"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.

When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.

With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.

"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.

"I was asleep!"

"Your problem, not mine!"

___

"Alright, up you go."

"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."

"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."

Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.

"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.

"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.

"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."

"Oh my god I'm gonna-"

"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."

He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.

You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.

He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.

"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.

"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.

You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."

Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"

"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."

"Oh? Where?"

"The bone zone-"

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"

You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.

"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.

"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.

Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.

Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.

"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."

"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.

"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."

"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"

That's your queue.

Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.

Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.

Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.

You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Kidding."

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.

You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.

"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."

Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.

"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"

"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.

"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.

"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.

"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"

"Yeah.. still hurts.."

"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.

"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.

Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"

"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.

"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"

"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.

"Awe, look at you..."

And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.

You give him exactly what he wants.

Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.

"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.

He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."

You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.

"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.

You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"

Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.

"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.

"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."

"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.

It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.

"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"

He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"

"In a second. I'm tired."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Mm, I don't feel like talking right now."

"... You are such a handful."

@vanillaknj @stealerhwa1

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[hot-wiings]

The One Where Prohero!Deku Says He Won't Be Home The Night Before Christmas, But Suddenly Santa Claus Shows Up At The Door, Flirting With His Wife And Frightening His Daughter.

Edited: 12-16-2020

You folded one leg over the other as you sat on your couch in front of the TV. With a glass of pinot wine in one hand and the remote in your other, you flipped through the channels, looking for a better news outlet that was able to get closer to the current ongoing fight. The fight of a villain versus Pro-Hero Deku. Tragically, this was a nightly ritual for you. Every night after dinner, after dessert, after you'd gotten your daughter settled in the bath or bed, you would pour a glass of wine and watch your husband on national television. With a pinched heart and high nerves, you would watch him duel it out with some new villains, all the while hoping like crazy he was okay. All the whole praying to God he made it out alive. 

This was the life of being the wife to the number one hero. You knew what you were getting into when you began dating. You knew it would be hard being quirkless and helplessly watching from the sidelines as he rose to fame, close to being more needed and out in more danger. You the costs, you knew the risk, and while you wouldn't change any of it, it didn't make it any less hard to see him go, it didn't make it any less hard seeing him on the television, fighting for citizens. Fighting to make the world a safer place, for you and your daughter.

"Mommy, is daddy gonna be okay?"

Your daughter clutched onto your arm, pulling on your shirt to try and get your attention desperately as she watched her father battle live. She had a scared expression on her face, the expression you hid every time your husband walked out the door each morning. You sat your wine down on the lounge table in front of you before turning to her with a smile.

"Oh, sweetheart... Your father is always gonna be okay, he's the number one hero! He's good at what he does, and you know why he does it?"

"Why?"

"He does it for you, and he does it for me. He does it so we have a safe world to live in. He goes out there because he loves us, he's gonna come home every night because he loves us. Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Your daughter turns her attention back to the TV, a smile on her face making the scared look disappear. You hated letting her watch Izuku's fights with you. While you did it to see him, to make sure he's okay, you didn't want her seeing that violent aspect in his life. You didn't want her seeing her father beat the living shit out of a villain, but how could you tell her no? You could remember watching All Might on TV as a child along side your brother Katuki. Watching the symbol of peace keeping the world safe installed you with a sense of hope as a quirkless child. He inspired you to be a hero despite being quirkless, he inspired you to be a hero support device inventor. It was your support items that your husband wore, and that kind of inspiration and hope was not something you could prevent your daughter from. Especially not when her father was the current symbol of peace.

You watched fondly as your daughter smiled up at the TV, as she smiled at her father fighting the villain. She was so immersed in the fight, such a fan like her father. Punch after punch, and swing after swing, using his shoot style, Izuku took the villain down. The heavyweight in your chest was lifted as he got to work on helping any civilians that got injured. Your daughter turned to you with a huge smile present as she started yawning through her words.

"Mommy, I wanna be just like daddy when I grow up. He's so awesome, he could defeat anybody."

"If that's what you want, then you can be a great hero when you grow up, just like daddy is."

You turned the TV off before lifting your daughter into your arms with a hefty sigh. She was getting older every year, older and heavier. While she wasn't extremely heavy, she wasn't a baby anymore. Soon the years of youth would fly by and you wouldn't be able to lift her. Your husband would have no problem, but you weren't built like that. It wasn't good to put so much stress on yourself. Desperately fighting off sleep, she rested her head on your shoulder as she tried to keep her eyes open. 

"Mommy, will daddy be home to tuck me in bed?"

"Not tonight honey. He's still got some stuff to do, probably won't be back for another hour or so, and you're already falling asleep as it is."

"Awe. I wanted to tell him that I wanna be him when I grow up. I miss him."

You placed your daughter on her bed and wrapped the blankets around her, tucking the covers under her body and feet, cocooning her in and prepping her for a chilly night. You turned around and grabbed her favorite stuffed animals off the shelf as you bit your lip. You missed him just as much as she did. Sometimes it was hard when he was gone for days on end fighting a villain and tracking them down. Though he always made up for it to you both, it always hurt when he was gone. You felt so emotional tonight. You wiped away a few stray tears and turned around with a smile so you could tuck her stuffed bunny under the blanket next to her. 

"I know baby, I miss him too, and he misses us just as much. But you know what? Tomorrow it'll be Christmas, so you, and Mister Bun-Bun need to go to sleep so Santa can come."

You booped her nose then proceeded to boop the stuffed bunnies nose so she wouldn't think he was disincluded before tucking them both in under the blankets again to make sure she was extra warm. The heater in the house broke so you were currently living off of heat from the fireplace until Izuku or the repair people could come, but that wasn't until after Christmas, and you weren't sure Izuku knew how. You knew sometime in the night your daughter would climb out of bed and come to your room to try and snuggle with you and Izuku, not that either of you minded. 

"And when you wake up daddy will be here, and he'll give you all the attention you want."

"Okay... Can he still come in and give me a goodnight even if I'm asleep?"

"Absolutely, Mister Bun-Bun too."

You pecked a kiss against your daughter's forehead, then you turned her night light on and shut her closet door, knowing that she would get scared. You made way to her bedroom door and looked over your shoulder to check on her. She was still fighting off inevitable sleep, nodding off and jerking her head up, trying to be awake, undoubtedly trying to stay awake until her father came home. 

"Mommy, can Mister Bun-Bun have a kiss too? He also wants the bedroom door left open... He gets scared."  

"If it makes Mister Bun-Bun feel safer I'll leave it open, but Mister Bun-Bun needs to know that I and daddy will always keep him safe just like we keep you safe."

You walked back over to her bed and placed a chaste kiss on the stuffed bunnies head before moving over to her head and giving her another one. You pulled back and smiled at her. 

"I love you, [D/N], never forget that."

"I love you too momma, good night."

You chuckled at her slurred words, sleep overtaking her body as you walked to her door and left it open just enough for the right amount of light to flood in and make 'Mister Bun-Bun' feel safe, but not enough to prevent her from sleeping.

You made your way to the kitchen and placed your phone onto the wireless charger that you kept on the window sill. You opened the notification bar searching for a message or missed call from Izuku to see none, he must still be out at the fight scene. With a pinched heart, you turned your ringtone to high just in case your husband did call. 

The hour slowly started to slip by as you made yourself busy with cleaning up the house. What started as dinner dishes turned into cleaning the oven, which then progressed into dusting all the fans and wall decor. Your mother-in-law and family would be coming over tomorrow anyway, so if you didn't do it now, you would be stressed about it tomorrow. From your spot in the living room, bent over and stripping down the couch cushion seat covers so you could wash them before tomorrow, you hadn't even heard the knob on the front door turn. You hadn't heard a male presence enter the house, much less directly behind you. In your utmost defense, he was trying especially hard to be quiet, and you had soft Christmas music coming from the stereo. 

With one arm swooping down and wrapping around your waist, the other went over your stomach while his head rested in the crook of your neck. You knew the hands, having felt the callused working fingers every day of your life for nearly the past decade, these hands were very familiar. However, despite the familiarity, when you were home alone, had been home alone with no one but your daughter for company, the touch of a male was very startling and scared you. You let out a little shriek as you let your body weight drop, bringing you to the floor with protective hands over your tummy. Your husband came tumbling on top of you due to his arms being wrapped around you. His chuckles resounded in your ear, warming up a pool in your stomach. The sound of his voice would never cease to bring butterflies, no matter how many years of marriage you had under your belt. It almost momentarily made you forget and set aside the anger of him scaring you. Almost.

"You jerk."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

Izuku adjusted your bodies so that he was no longer crushing you, but rather so you were both on your sides holding each other. After a week apart he wanted nothing more than to hold you, he wanted nothing more than to make up for the lost time. 

"You know I hate when you do that."

"Well, you know I hate when you stay up for me so I guess we're even."

"We both know you love it. You love coming home to me, love getting to kiss me, hug me, and cuddle me."

You let your head roll against Izuku's chest as he pulled his arms around you tighter. The feel of being together again in your cold home, warming you both and riding those sad feelings that haunted you both every night apart. 

"I'd still love coming home to find you asleep and well-rested, kisses can wait."

"Mm, I lucked out in the husband department didn't I? [D/N] wants a good night kiss even if she's already asleep."

You detangled yourself from Izuku and used the edge of the sofa to pull yourself up and prop yourself onto the edge of it. It was then that you noticed Izuku was wearing a Santa costume, belt, wig, beard, and all. You nibbled on your lip as you watched him stand up and walk closer to you. Your sexual drive was crazy as of late, leaving you with an insatiable horny hunger and no husband to cure it. This was something you could have fun with. 

"Although, I think I'd rather keep Santa all to myself for a moment."

"Yeah? Do you like it? I was trying to escape the fans and ran into a mall Santa, traded him an autograph, and twenty bucks for his suit." 

"Hmm, lose the beard and wig and you just might be on Mrs. clauses nice list."

Izuku chuckled as he pulled his beard down and made his way over to you. He pulled you up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you, one hand lingering further, wandering to your butt and grabbing. Call it the distance he held from you for so long, but he was feeling frisky. 

"What if I like the naughty list better?"

His voice was warm and desperate as he whispered down your ear, maybe you would've played along with him and gotten him to the bedroom had you not seen [D/N] in the living room entrance, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Santa? Mommy, what are you doing?"

That anger from him scaring you, that anger you put aside for a later date came back. You weren't in a state to be scared like that. A devious smile made way to your face as you pulled away from Izuku and feigned shock. He still had his wig on, and you doubted that two a sleepy five-year wouldn't think he wasn't Santa.

"Ho-Ho-Hold on there one minute Santa. I've got a loving husband and a child. You better mosy on home to Mrs. Claus before she puts you on the naughty list."

Izuku turned around, a smile on his face to finally see his daughter after a week. He frowned as he saw the scowl on her face, no doubt a horrendous trait passed down from you. Though, he expected no less from a Bakugo.

"Sweetheart, it's me, daddy."

"What? No, you're not my daddy. My daddy's big and strong, and he'll hurt you for trying to touch my mommy."

"Yeah, don't fib. Are you are fibber, Santa?"

Your daughter tugged on you and took a hold of your arm. She quickly ran to your room, pulling you along with her. Once inside she slammed your door shut and tried to barricade it, leaving a flustered Izuku standing outside. He knew this was your form of payback, playback for consistently startling you whenever he came home. He couldn't help it, he liked seeing your shocked face, he liked getting a rise out of the Bakugo he knew wouldn't bash his face in.

In this instance, it was the only time he ever partially regretted marrying you. You never fought, and when you did he had to deal with your brother instead of you. As a Bakugo, you took more after your father, but the personality traits from your mother came out when you felt payback was necessary. You would go to great lengths for payback over the littlest things, although this one was mediocre for you. One time he went a week with pink dyed hair and another time you kept moving things from around the house out of their usual places and refused to tell him where. Leave him flustered with a hard on wasn't that terrible.

Behind the closed door, you felt slightly bad for playing along with the whole Izuku is Santa thing. Like most times, you thought it would be funny. Make your husband flustered, it'll be cute. That was before your daughter freaked out thinking it was a villain who could steal identities. Of course, your daughter wouldn't believe that Santa was a sleaze, there had to be some explanation. This was starting to backfire, very fast. It was in your lineage not to back down. Your momma didn't raise a quitter, and it would be bad parenting to raise your daughter to be a quitter. What were you supposed to say anyway? Santas not real, I was just trying to fuck your father? No.

"It's okay mommy, daddy will protect us." 

As if on queue your bedroom door busted open from Izuku using full cowling shoot style with his legs. He no longer wore his wig or Santa suit but a t-shirt and pajama pants. With messy mangled hair, he ran towards your daughter and tried to pull her into his arms, missing her after a week apart but she squirmed and tried to pull away. 

"How do I know your my real daddy and not a copying villain!"

"Would a copy villain save Mister Bun-Bun?"

Izuku placed the stuffed rabbit inside his daughter's arms as she broke into a smile. Throwing the rabbit on the floor in favor of her father, she wrapped her small child arms around her father's neck. 

"Daddy! I knew you'd protect us! You're so strong and cool." 

"I'll always protect you from imposter Santas, always."

"Will you protect mommy too?"

"Hmm..."

Izuku picked up his daughter and carried her back to her bedroom so he could tuck her in for the second time that night. He hummed in response, pretending to think to himself as if saving you was a hard decision. You followed behind him with a slight scowl on your face. He placed his daughter in her bed and wrapped the blanket around her and Mister Bun-Bun before pressing a kiss against her head. 

"I guess even if mommy can be mean sometimes, I'll always protect her too. You, mommy, and Mister Bun-Bun." 

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

[D/N] was lightly nodding off, content that she got to see her father before she fell asleep, but she fought it off as she grabbed her dad's arm to stop him from going away. 

"I think Mister Bun-Bun wants you to leave the door closed. He's not so scared anymore."

"Okay, darling. If Mister Bun-Bun wants it closed that's okay, but if he gets scared at all, it's okay for him to open it back up. Okay?"

"M'kay. Good night. I love you both."

You and Izuku left her room and he closed the door behind you, both of you had heavy hearts, sad to see your daughter slowly growing up. It felt like just yesterday you gave birth, it felt like just yesterday Izuku was holding your hand, comforting you as you pushed. While it was years away, you felt like time was going by too fast. Plopping down on your bed together, Izuku kept his distance, still bitter you left him out there horny and alone like that.

"She's growing up so fast, I miss her being a baby."

"Yeah, but look at it this way, there are still so many things we get to do and teach her. Right now she wants to be you when she grows up, you can start worrying when she's a teenager and discovers boys." 

"Mmmm, no. She's never getting a boyfriend. Not when she's sixteen, not when she twenty."

"You can't prevent it, babe. She's gonna want a boyfriend, one day when she's fourteen and god, why did you marry me? I never should've procreated, I was a monster at fourteen." 

You scooted closer to Izuku as he pulled the blankets over you both. You smiled at Izuku as he slid one arm under your head letting you use it as a headrest, and let his other arm rest on your side, rubbing little circles in your hip.

"I'm not saying never, I'm just sayin' our daughter isn't going to have male friends, and when [D/N] turns fourteen and decides to bring home a boy, well... Who's to stop someone from giving said boys name to someone like, say, your brother?" 

"Mm, that's evil."

"You call it evil, I call it a genius solution."

"Did you mean it when you said you'd always protect me?"

Izuku presses a long kiss against your lips before pulling back and nodding as if it wasn't even a question. 

"Always. Always and forever."

"Even our baby?"

"Of course I'd protect [D/N]."

He says it like it was unquestionable. Like it was the natural order of how things should be. That wasn't what you meant. You chuckled as you smiled at Izuku and grabbed his hand that rested on your hip. You guided it towards your stomach and pressed his palm against your tummy. Your tummy that would soon be swollen. Your tummy that carried his seed and offspring.

"No, our baby Zu'. Baby number two." 

"[Y/N], you're pregnant again?"

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he peppered your face with kisses. Joy and pure happiness spread in his orbs, delighted at the prospect of having another child with you. Realization dawned on him as he rubbed your stomach with his hand.

"Oh gosh, this is why you were so mad I scared you. I could've crushed him, or her. I've gotta be more careful."

"Mm, I'm eight weeks along and you know the best thing about it?"

"What's that?"

Your hands trailed up Izuku's shirt and ran up his skin as you bit your lip.

"Makes my sex drive go like crazy."

"Did you talk to the doctor?"

"Yup! We're good to go until the end of the second trimester."

Izuku pressed his lips to yours and you felt complete. You never thought you'd marry your brother's enemies, much less carry not one but two of his kids. You wouldn't change it for the world, you wouldn't change your little family for the world.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #x reader #anime x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero #x reader insert #bnha izuku x reader #mha izuku x reader #izuku x reader #bnha midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #mha midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha izuku midoriya x reader #mha izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #bnha deku x reader #mha deku x reader #prohero deku #izuku #midoriya #bnha izuku #bnha midoriya #mha izuku

[we-are-inevitable]

HmmmmmmMMMMMMM *grabby hands* GIMME THAT JATHERINE (platonic or romantic idk I’m just content starved) FOR ‘why don’t you care?’ Please ily!

it takes a village // jatherine

A/N: GOD I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH

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"So, Jack, I have… There's something we should talk about," Katherine says softly one night.

They're at the dinner table- a shoddy little thing on its last legs, but Jack finally has some time to fix it up later on this week. Replace a few boards and whatnot, just so they won't have to be as careful anymore; truth be told, the both of them have been expecting the damn table to collapse for weeks, but it's holding out.

But Jack can't focus on a shitty old table now. Not when his wife is staring at him from across it, looking gorgeous as ever but more nervous than he’s seen her in ages.

Jack nods as he takes a drink of water from his glass. He's noticed that Katherine has been a little on edge lately- walking on eggshells, feeling anxious, having strange bouts of sickness during the day- and Jack has been worried about her. He's told her such, too, but Katherine is nothing if not stubborn, and she's insisted that she's been fine.

Something tells him that's not the case anymore.

"Is everything alright?" He asks softly, frowning as he reaches across the table. Within one moment and the next, she has her hand in his own; she's not angry, not upset- thank God- but she still looks apprehensive. Nervous is not a look she wears well. It just- It doesn't fit the rest of her. She's always been incredibly confident and proud, so seeing her so shaken the last week and a half has been... unnerving.

Katherine nods, after a moment. "Of course, dear. Everything is- it's all good, okay? I just…" She takes in a deep breath, and smiles nervously at Jack. "I've been trying to find the right way to tell you, but everything I've seen on Pinterest has been ugly or gimmicky or painfully heterosexual, so I- I'm just gonna come right out and say it."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm… I'm not gonna do anything, so I'm sorry it isn't a grand gesture. I'm sure it'll be underwhelming."

"Mhm."

"Just know that I really was planning something, something sweet and funny and, like, something you'd like, and it involved this little canvas and a paint-by-numbers thingy and--"

"Kat," Jack says with an amused grin, cutting through the endless whirlwind of her thoughts. He squeezes her hand sympathetically. "Baby, what's got you all twisted up?"

Katherine pauses, rubbing her thumb against the back of Jack's hand, and says while shrugging, "I'm pregnant."

Just like that.

With two simple words, Jack feels his blood run cold.

His eyes widen, and he feels his face fall. Jack must be silent for a few moments too long, because Katherine's smile fades out, and she quickly looks down at her lap, gulping hard. "I- Listen, babe, I know we're- we're young, and we weren't really planning on having a kid so early, but--"

"How did…" Jack trails off, his throat painfully dry. "You… Your birth control…?"

Katherine shakes her head. "I've been taking it correctly, but I… I looked it up, and there's a small percentage that it might be faulty, a-and I guess it was... faulty, I don’t- I don't know," She murmurs, frowning. "Are… Jack, are you--"

"I- I'm so sorry, this is just--" Jack pulls his hand away from Katherine's and runs both of them through his hair. He feels like he can’t breathe; each breath comes in faster and faster until he feels like he's on the verge of a panic attack, and with that, he stands and walks to the kitchen, rubbing his jaw with his right hand.

"Jack?" Katherine asks, standing as well. He looks over at her, watches her hurry around the dinner table between them, and gulps when she walks up toward where he's resting against the kitchen counter. "Listen, I get it, it's stressful, but- but I need you to not look pissed off, okay?" She pleads, desperate. "It's not like I was expecting this!"

Jack shakes his head, eyes wide. "No, baby, I'm- I'm not pissed off, I just--"

"Why don't you care?" Katherine asks, staring up at Jack with tears just barely beginning to well in her eyes. His heart breaks at that; Katherine isn’t supposed to cry. She rarely ever does, and the fact that she’s tearing up over him… It shatters him. "I thought- I thought you'd be happy, b-but I guess I was--"

"Katie, hey, listen to me," Jack reaches for her hands, holding them in a tight grip. He looks into her eyes, sees all of the fear and the uncertainty there, and he quickly surges forward, pulling her into a tight hug. Katherine melts into his embrace, gripping the back of his shirt. “I love you, okay? More than anything. This is just…” He trails off, and Katherine nods against his chest.

For a moment, they stand there in heavy silence, until Katherine whispers, "If you… If you don't want a kid yet, we have- we have options…"

Jack gulps hard and pulls back, looking down at her. "You're… you're sure you're pregnant? It ain’t a- a false positive?"

"I took four tests, Jack," She says with a sad little smile, sniffling. "Four different brands. They- they're all positive."

"Holy shit," Jack whispers, and takes a deep breath. "O-Okay. I… Okay."

"...You don’t seem very stoked," Katherine whispers, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. "What’s wrong?"

Jack pauses, and glances over to the table, to their empty dishes. He gulps hard, and squeezes her waist. "Let's clean up, and… and then talk, okay? I'm sorry, I just--"

Katherine shakes her head. "No, don't apologize, it's… it's a lot to process, I know. It's alright."

Jack presses a long, gentle kiss to the crown of her head, then walks to the table. The two of them work in tandem to clean the kitchen; Katherine puts up the food and brings Jack the dishes, which he washes in silence, his mind swimming.

Katherine is… pregnant. She's pregnant. With a baby.

Their baby.

And as much as Jack wants to be excited…

"Jack, dear, you're shaking," Katherine whispers from behind him, which startles him hard enough that he drops the skillet he's washing. The metal clang against the sink makes him cringe, and he rubs his face with damp hands, letting out a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," He whispers, turning around to face Katherine. She doesn't look angry, but then again, she's never been angry. She understands that he… He gets like this sometimes. He's gotten like this plenty of times within their three years of dating, and their additional year of marriage- it's not a common occurrence, but it happens, and she's always been there to support him. Help him get his head screwed on, help him get his thoughts collected before he says something stupid. Katherine's taken it on without him even asking; she's always been so patient, so kind… She's incredible.

She's incredible, and Jack isn't even giving her what she needs right now.

Jack takes a step forward and presses their foreheads together for a moment, before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "Bedroom?"

"Wanting to try out pregnancy sex already, huh?" Katherine says softly, in a teasing tone, and Jack lets out a soft, barely there chuckle. He's always admired her way of cutting the tension; she's brash and vulgar when she wants to be, and it's one of Jack’s favorite things about her. Her ability to joke around rivals his own, and after a few moments, Jack simply rolls his eyes and picks her up bridal style.

"As much as I'd like that, we need to talk first," He murmurs against her temple, walking to the bedroom. Jack closes the door once they're inside; there's no one else in the apartment, but having the shut door just… provides another sense of security.

Jack carefully sets Katherine down on the bed, then walks around to his side and sits down, letting out a deep sigh. Katherine moves closer, leaning into Jack's side and resting her hand on his chest. He brings his hand up to intertwine their fingers as she says, "Tell me what's going through your head, Kells."

"...I just- I wasn't expecting…" Jack starts, trailing off for a few moments. He closes his eyes and gulps, squeezing Katherine's hand. "I'm happy, I really am, I'm just… I'm scared, Kat."

"I am, too," Katherine whispers, and Jack feels her shift. A moment later, her free hand is carding through his curls. "Why are you scared?"

Jack takes a deep breath, and whispers, “What if I’m not a good dad?”

There's a long stretch of silence, but Katherine's hand doesn't stop running through his hair. He feels her shift again, until she's sitting sideways on his lap. "Jackie, look at me."

Jack slowly opens his eyes, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he sees the serious expression on her face. He offers up a sad smile, and she frowns. "Baby, you- you're going to be an amazing dad! Why do you think you wouldn’t be?"

Jack stares into her eyes, then glances away, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "I just--" He cuts himself off by rubbing his face, staring off to the side, right at the corner of his bedside table. "I don't… I don't know how to be a good dad," Jack says simply, gulping hard. He feels his heart rate spike. His hands feel clammy. This… He wants this so badly, but… "The only- the only example I've ever had is m-my dad, and I… I don’t wanna turn out like him. What if I- What if I turn out like him?"

"Oh, Jack ," Katherine whispers, cupping his cheeks with her hands. "Jack, listen to me. You will never be like him, okay? You'll know what--"

"But what if I don’t? I don’t know how to take care of a kid, and--"

"Jack," Katherine stops him, furrowing her brows. "Jack, I don’t… Do you realize how much experience you actually have?” She asks, and Jack slowly shakes his head. “You took care of your foster siblings, you took care of your friends and their siblings-- Jackie, you know what you're doing! All of those skills are transferable, I promise. And, baby, your dad wasn't someone to look up to, but… But he showed you what not to do. And I know you  know you’ll never do that.”

Jack gulps. “But, what if--”

“You aren’t going to be perfect,” She cuts him off, patting his chest. “You’re going to mess up. You’re going to be kind of a dick sometimes, okay? But that’s normal. You… You’re not going to be as bad as him. Never in a million years. You’re not going to hurt anyone- not our kid, and not me. We’re both going to make mistakes, Jack, but trust me, you’re still going to be an amazing father. No matter what.”

Jack looks up at Katherine, cheeks aflame, and he stares into her eyes, searching for any uncertainty- but she looks serious. Serious, genuine, earnest. The look in her eyes is the same one she had when she suggested marriage, the same one she had when she actually proposed to him, the same one she had during their wedding ceremony last spring.

Katherine doesn't lie, and Katherine doesn't play games. 

"You really think so," Jack realizes softly, gulping hard. "You- you think I'll be a good dad?"

"I think you'll be the best dad," Katherine corrects with a smile, leaning in closer. "The absolute best. You already have the dad jokes, and the hawaiian shirts will just be, like, dad shirts instead of ‘hey, I’m bi!’ shirts, and--"

Jack cuts her off with a high laugh, and shakes his head. "Alright, fine, fine, but you're going to be the best mom. I just know it. You’re gonna knock it out of the park, mi cielita.”

"I'll be a hot mom," Katherine grins, winking at Jack. "Milf status! Finally!"

Jack throws his head back and laughs, a genuine, happy noise, one from deep within his chest. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her that much closer, one hand coming up to tangle in those gorgeous copper waves. Jack presses their lips together, which makes him feel butterflies like always- no matter what, kissing Katherine makes him feel like a teenager, even though they got together when they were twenty.

He places his hands on her waist, though one soon travels to rest against her stomach, and he pulls back to look down. It's not like he can feel anything- she isn't even showing yet, so she must be just a few weeks out, but it's still… surreal.

Slowly, Jack's smile broadens. "...We're gonna have a baby," He whispers, as if he's trying to believe it himself. "We… We're gonna have a baby, Kath…"

"I know," Katherine whispers back, giggling quietly. "It's crazy, right? We're gonna be parents, hun."

"This is gonna be one hell of a dysfunctional family."

"Oh, come on, Jack. We're both from wack family backgrounds; this'll be a piece of cake."

"We're gonna be so lost."

"We have your mom, at least."

"Oh, shit- we need to tell Mama," Jack says with a grin, tilting his head. "I can see if we can have dinner with her soon."

Katherine smiles back at him. "We need to tell the Jacobs' family, too. Sarah will kill me if I don't tell her."

"Dave'll probably hit me with his car if we don't tell 'im," Jack smiles. "Esther and Mayer are gonna be real excited. Les, too."

"We'll have to let the boys know all together, or else someone is gonna be pissed they weren’t told first. Probably Racer, or Charlie," Katherine giggles while she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Jack's cheek. "We need to plan, like, a big group dinner-- Oh, my God, can you imagine them at the baby shower?"

Jack laughs softly, nodding his head. "This is… This is gonna be so fuckin' crazy. Our kid is gonna have, like, eighteen other parents."

"It's going to be great," Katherine whispers.

Jack nods in agreement, staring into her beautiful golden brown eyes, then gently cups her cheek. As he leans in to kiss her, he lets himself smile. It's going to be difficult, and it's going to be a huge change, but Jack thinks he's ready for it.

He's ready for this next step, all while Katherine is at his side.

#jack kelly #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #katherine plumber pulitzer #jatherine #jac writes #newsies fic #newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies live #livesies #ask a jac ! #jorja tag

[peculiarscriptures51]

The one with the cheesy pick-up lines (KSJ)

🌺 I love writing Jingrid y'all, they're so fun.

Ingrid stood at her beloved kitchen island, humming to herself as she cut up ingredients to put in her next dish. She decided to surprise Jin with a dish that's been in her family for generations, tracing way back to the swamps and bayous of Louisiana. She still wanted to take Jin there one day, she'd only visited, but she has lots of family from there on her mother's side.

However, to her immediate surprise, her husband walked in. He lifted his nose in the air and took a long whiff, letting out a satisfied sigh. Before Ingrid could give him a warm welcome and tell him to wash his hands to help her, she saw him clutch his chest. Naturally, she worried for him. She put her knife down and turned to him. "Are you okay?"

He wheezed, hunching over and gripping the counter, unable to open his eyes. Ingrid rubs his back, "Jin, what happened?" She was trying not to get scared but he'd only just walked in and they hadn't seen each other in 14 hours.

"Give it back." He rasped.

Ingrid furrowed her brows, "What? Give what back?"

He huffed and straightened himself, seeming completely fine all of a sudden. "My breath. You took it away." He told her with his usual bout of confidence, looking quite pleased with himself.

Ingrid scoffed and rolled her eyes so hard, that for a second she thought she'd never again see the light of day. She washed her hands and went back to cooking as Jin did his usual self-praise. She ignored him fully, trying not to get too irritated with him, but also fighting the urge to smile a little. He pissed her off but it did come from a sweet place, at least.

"ㅋㅋㅋ, come on that was good," she continued ignoring him. The only response Jin was getting from her was the sharp clacking of her knife against the cutting board. "Aish, Jagiya don't be mad. What, did I scare you?" He chuckled, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder. Still, she pretended he wasn't there, even if he was feeling up her thighs.

"Your acting is too good, I thought you were going to have a heart attack." Jin chuckled.

"What can I say? When I see you, you make my heart stop."

"Oh my God." Ingrid huffed, fighting a smile. She bites her lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She pushed his arms down away from her torso.

"Don't, I'm ticklish and I could cut myself." She scolded him, Jin knew well that Ingrid kept her knives so sharp they could intricately slice sheets of paper with a single motion. You could cut yourself pretty bad if you weren't careful.

"Oh, but your love cuts deep." He serenaded.

Ingrid deadpanned, "That was terrible."

"You still liked it." He cooed cheekily, kissing her cheek and resting his head on her shoulder, lazily watching her. Ingrid sighed, she supposed that he was just gonna stay there and not help her. She was nearly done, anyway. The food just had to be simmering on the stove for a while after she added the ingredients she was cutting up.

"Stop being corny." She finally declared.

"I'd prefer the term 'charming'."

"And I'd prefer if you got off of me so I can add this to the pot, but it seems neither of us are getting what we want." Ingrid sassed.

Jin hissed, "Wah, she's spicy today. You know that's how I like it." Ingrid jumped and bit back a yelp when he gripped her ass. She puts her knife down, reaching behind her and slapping his arm until he let her go.

She brings the cutting board to the pot on the stove, lifting the lid and stirring the ingredients in. He leans on the counter. "How are you liking the new house so far?" He asked, finally getting back to his casual self. She hoped.

It was their first week in their new house, and it had everything the both of them wanted. Jin really wanted a yard that was closed in and would give any future kids of theirs some space to run around. There wasn't much of that in Korea where they lived, but considering Jin's fame.... Ingrid knew she was very privileged to have a house as large as theirs. She got a walk-in closet - she told Jin it didn't have to be big, but just enough to walk in and put her clothes. But of course he managed to get her a closet that was big enough to be another bedroom. She scolded him about doing too much but was grateful that he went out of his way to make sure it happened. Even though she had only mentioned it when he asked her about something she'd like to have, definitely not something she needed or expected.

Jin knew Ingrid liked living a humble lifestyle, she didn't grow up with very much money. She'd been dirt poor before, so her getting such a big and expensive house was a bit overwhelming, still. To this day she offers her charity to the lower classes when she can, and Jin felt obligated to do the same.

When Ingrid turned from the stove he was staring at her. She quirked her brow at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was looking at something appetizing."

"Please tell me you're talking about the food." She huffed.

He didn't comment any further, but his eyes traveled up and down her body, and Ingrid felt a tingle crawling up her spine. One of those fluttery tingles that you never ask for but kind of like. To add icing to the cake, he winked at her. She would never let him know - she didn't need to give him another reason to praise himself - but when he winked and blew her kisses she felt the same way that ARMY did, all flustered and giddy; it was like her insides were mushy. She got good at pretending she wasn't phased by his efforts.

"Yah, how come you never react!" He chuckled as she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, shooing him away from her counter and wiping it down.

"Jagiya, there's no need. I'll have you melting on this counter anyway and we'll just have to clean it again."

Ingrid scoffed, he was way too flirty today. She sniffed the air for any traces of alcohol on his breath, he got flirty when he drank sometimes. But there was nothing. It was pure and authentic Jin being horny.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't do it in the kitchen." She stated flatly.

"Aish, it's a new house. Let's just have some fun. Just for the sake of it. " He was so shameless, Ingrid had to fight back a giggle.

Ingrid stopped and placed her hand on her hip, "You realize we won't think of this island the same way again? How am I supposed to cook when all I can think about is how you were screwing me to oblivion?"

"Innie-ah, you're reading too much into this." He defended with a pout, reaching for the hem of her shirt to slide his hand up her stomach. She teasingly pushes it away.

"Jinnie," she said sweetly, ignoring his efforts. "Could you make the rice for me?" He pouts, and when she bats her long lashes at him he trudges to their rice cooker.

"Fine. But you're giving me dessert."

"And what did you have in mind?" Ingrid asked, realizing too late that she fell for another one of his setups.

"You."

#bts ambw #btsff #interracial #btsfanfic #bts #bts fanfic #bts ff #bwam #ksj fanfic #ksj ff #jin x oc #jin ff #jin fanfic #jin fanfiction #kim seokjin ff #seokjin ambw #kim seokjin fic #seokjin ff #seokjin fanfiction #kim seokjin fanfic #seokjin x oc #seokjin fanfic #kpop ambw #ambw fic #ambw scenarios #au #alternate universe #ambw bwam #ambw couple #jin fluff

[benedictshurley]

Positive : Part 13

So, it’s been almost two years since I updated this story and I finally have another part for everyone! I’ll link the masterlist in case you guys want to reread! I don’t know if i’ll continue past this part for awhile, I might release a summary of how I planned it to end when I first came up with this concept. Masterlist here

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Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader  

Word Count: 2,188

Warnings: non explicit smut, fluff, angst, time jump 

Disclaimer: this is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to the Benedict family, or others involved. Marnie is Rob’s fictional wife from Kings of Con. I originally used Mollie (his real wife) but ultimately decided to change it as it made me uncomfortable writing about her and his kids.

(Gif Below is mine.)

Previously on Positive

“Yes Rob. I am completely and utterly in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it but I can’t anymore. And I just hope that deep down, you still love me too.” Your voice matched your face. Hopeful. “Please say you still love me and I’m not too late.”

Rob was still silent. It took him a moment before he opened his mouth. “I.”

Taking his silence as a no, you flushed red and tried to head toward the door. “This was stupid i should’ve known i was too late-”

You were stopped by Rob grabbing your wrist.

“Yes. God yes. I still love you.” Rob gripped your face in his hands before pressing his lips against yours.

Moving in sync, the two of you kissed passionately, your fingers tangling in rob’s hair. 

“I love you so much. Fuck.” You spoke against his lips. 

The kiss was messy and teeth bumped each other but you didn’t care. All you wanted was Rob.

Rob pulled away for a moment. “Fuck wait, As much as I want to do this..you’re with Stephen. I can’t do this to him.”

You cupped Rob’s face. “We broke up. He tried making me choose between you and him..and I chose you.”

Rob’s grin returned as he kissed you once more, his fingers gripping the back of your shirt.

“Clothes..off.” You mumbled, fumbling with his t-shirt. 

Rob complied and helped you with his shirt, before he moved to yours and lifted it over your head before connecting your lips with his own once more. 

As the minutes passed, the clothes piled up on the floor and you two made it to the bed. Rob’s hands went up and down your body, a moan leaving your lips. 

“Rob..I love you so much.” You cupped his cheek.

“I love you too.” Rob kissed your neck as he spread your legs, and sheathed himself inside of you.

The next hour was filled with breathy moans and skin slapping against skin, and your nails dragging down Rob’s back, marking him up.

“You look so beautiful pregnant. That's our baby.” Rob breathed out, kissing your neck softly

“Ours. No one else's. Fuck right there.” You moaned, arching your back off the bed. 

Soon, you and Rob reached your climax, nearly simultaneously. As he pulled out of you, you relaxed into the bed, breathing heavily.

“That’s even better, completely sober.”  You laughed quietly.

Rob chuckled as well, laying next to you and covering your lower halves with the sheet. 

“I agree.” He smiled and turned to face you, pushing some hair away from your face. 

The next morning, you awoke in Rob’s arms, a smile on your face. As he slept, you got up and cleaned up in the bathroom, finding robs discarded t shirt and your underwear to feel less exposed. You climbed on his lap, and kissed his face softly to wake him up. 

As he stirred, you grinned and ran your fingers through his hair. “Morning sleepyhead.”

He put his hands on your hips and blinked awake. “Morning to you too. Nice shirt.” He chuckled.

“Thanks, I think I pull it off.” You laughed, kissing him softly.

He kissed back for a moment before sitting up with you in his lap. “Good to know last night wasn’t a dream.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hairs at the nape of it. “It definitely wasn’t.”

Rob’s hands moved from your hips to your stomach, rubbing over the bump slowly. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” You kissed him again, and he kissed back, turning you over so you were on your back and he was on top of you.

Both of you were too engrossed in each other to heard Rob’s door open. Only when you heard Rich shout “Woah Bobbo!” did Rob remove his hand from your breast and quickly cover you with his body. 

“Rich learn to knock!” Rob groaned, covering your lower half with the sheet. 

“Sorry didn’t know you had company..especially not Y/N. Glad to see you two made up.” Richard set Rob’s coffee on the small desk in the room. “I’ll see you two downstairs for checkout.” 

As soon as he left, you burst into giggles. “Well..guess I should go pack and get ready for the flight.” 

Two Months Later, January 2019, 32 Weeks

After that night in Minnesota, you and Rob became official. You spent Christmas together, and you even got to meet Rob’s son Tyler and thankfully, he liked you. Marnie and Rob were moving through with divorce proceedings and switched off each week on Tyler. Now you were currently in Missouri, meeting Rob’s close family for the first time. That includes his mom, two sisters, and Matt. At least you’ve met Matt before. You were nervous and it showed on your face as you two pulled into Rob’s family home. You had opted to drive as you were over the recommended stage of flying for your pregnancy.

“Babe, you need to relax. They’re not gonna skin you alive or something.” Rob put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lovingly. 

“I’m just nervous. What if your mom hates me? I broke up your marriage and we’re having a baby out of wedlock and I know how people can be about that even in 2019 but-” You began to ramble 

Rob put his free hand over your mouth and sighed. “Y/N you’re rambling. They’re going to love you. And our daughter. They weren’t the biggest fans of Marnie anyways. Okay?”

You relaxed a little and nodded as you both got out of the car, Rob forbidding you from carrying any of your bags or presents into the house. 

“Robert, I'm pregnant, not invalid.” You crossed your arms. 

“You only have 8 weeks left until your due date. Not risking you going into early labor in Missouri.” Rob hauled your things up to the door and opened it without knocking. “The R Benedicts have arrived!”

You blushed when he included you in the Benedicts. You guess it made sense, considering you were carrying a Benedict. Matt soon came to help Rob and gave you a quick hug and you were whisked away by the Benedict girls to go in the kitchen with their mother. 

Almost immediately they sat you down at the table while Vivian was washing dishes. 

“So..” Amy asked, curiously. “How are you feeling? 8 weeks left? Any cold feet? Wanting to ditch my brother and have the baby in Uruguay?”

You opened your mouth to reply but Nancy cut in. “No other secret baby daddies?”

Slightly offended, you cleared your throat. “I’m feeling fine, no I’m not going to ditch your brother and have the baby in Uruguay, and no I’m not cheating on Rob either.” You said with a fake smile. 

“Oh girls leave her alone!” Vivian turned off the sink. “If Robbie likes her then we should too. And she's carrying your niece. My granddaughter.” 

They groaned but apologized, and soon went off to tend to their own children in the backyard. Vivian sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“Are you feeling okay dear? Any signs of labor? How was the drive?”  She asked, genuinely caring.

“I’m feeling good, only Braxton hicks contractions so far. The drive...was okay. Would’ve been here a few hours ago but my legs kept cramping and I kept having to pee. I think I annoyed Rob a bit though.” You chuckled nervously. “Oh! We have ultrasounds for you.” you grabbed your bag and dug them out. “She looks like her father.”

Vivian looked at them with admiration. “Oh she does. Robbie had that same nose when he was born.” 

Rob came up behind you and rubbed your shoulders. “See I told you. She looks like me.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I know she does. Carry her for almost 10 months of my life and she’s gonna look like him.”

Later that night, you were exchanging Christmas gifts with his family. You got plenty for the baby, and Rob got a decent amount for himself, and they gave him Tyler’s presents because it was Marnie's week and she wouldn’t budge. Vivian even got you a beautiful maternity sweater. 

It was about 7 P.M when you heard the doorbell, as you were cleaning up from dessert with Amy and Matt. You shrugged it off and continued cleaning until you heard Rob ask someone what they were doing here. 

You wiped your hands and went out toward Rob before freezing in your steps. Marnie was here, Tyler already being inside and with his grandma. 

“Marnie why are you here? You weren’t invited.” Rob spat, looking back at you with apologetic eyes.

“I’m always invited to the Benedict January Christmas!  Plus I have wonderful news!” She forced her way inside and a majority of the Benedicts glared at her. 

You crossed your arms. “Marnie you aren’t a benedict anymore.”

Marnie looked over at you and sneered. “Neither are you, homewrecker.”

Rob quickly got in the middle, protecting you behind him. “Okay that’s enough. Tyler can stay but you need to leave Marnie. I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but it's not going to work.” 

“But Rob, we can’t get divorced now. I came to tell you that.” Marnie had a grin on her face, it was a bit too wide for your liking. 

Rob was confused. “Why not? I haven’t heard anything from my lawyer.”

You were starting to get nervous now, and you felt a little dizzy. 

“They can’t divorce us, because I’m 10 weeks pregnant! And it’s a Benedict.” Marnie smiled and pulled her coat open, showing a little bump.

You don’t remember what happened after, because you fainted, your heart pounding in your ears. 

When you woke up, you were on Rob’s childhood bed with a warm cloth on your head and Rob pacing the room. When he noticed you were awake, he quickly sat next to you.

“Are you okay? Do you feel okay? We checked the doppler while you were passed out, the heartbeat is still strong so everything’s fine with her but-” Rob rambled.

“Rob stop..I’m fine. Just, how can that baby be yours? You guys split up before you could’ve possibly conceived that baby.” Your head was pounding as your once perfect world was crumbling beneath your feet. 

Rob put his head in his hands. “A few days after the album release, I went to get my things, and she was there..I was so mad and she kept coming onto me..I regretted it immediately after it happened.”

You felt bile begin to rise in your throat. “Have you seen her since then?”

“No! Baby no of course not. I have not and will not cheat on you. Do you understand me?” Rob cupped your face but you slowly pulled them off.

“Rob, you shouldn’t have kept that from me. When we started this relationship we agreed to be open and honest with each other because of our past. This isn’t being open and honest!” You raised your voice a little.

“It was before we got together! I didn’t think it mattered!” He yelled back.

“Well it does! She’s pregnant with your baby! I don’t know how to handle this!” You stood when rob did.

“It was a MISTAKE. I thought she was still on birth control!” Rob yelled.

“Every time we’re happy it gets fucked up because of her! I can’t deal with this! Not so close to my due date!” you paced back and forth.

“You can’t just blame her! It takes two to tango. You of all people should know that.” Rob shouted.

“What the hell does that mean?!” You screamed back

“Because the same thing happened to us! I just didn’t think i’d be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice!” Rob spat.

You whimpered softly. “So she’s a mistake now?” 

Robs eyes softened as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Baby no I didn’t-”

“I’m a mistake too? You promised me I wasn’t! You told me you didn’t regret it!” You began to shove your phone and keys into your purse and pulled your coat on. 

“Y/N why are you getting that stuff on? I promise you I didn’t regret it! Baby” Rob tried to stop you from leaving the room but you pushed past him and went down the stairs where Marnie was sitting on the couch with a smug smile on her lips.

You opened the front door and slammed it behind you, grabbing the keys from your bag and getting in the car. 

Rob tried to get in, begging you not to leave. You hadn’t been to Missouri before. He didn’t want you getting lost. 

“Go away! I-i need a break!” You wiped your tears away quickly and drove out of his driveway, leaving Rob, who was a mess of tears, behind.

You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you needed to get away from him. Away from it all.

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Holidays don’t always go to plan

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Me and Harry both decided to visit Anne for the holidays. However on the drive there it was silent, not an comfortable silence but one where you can feel the tension rising in the air and puts you on edge. Recently, me and Harry hadn't been on the best of terms, we had been together for a year and half now and only recently just moved in with one another but since we did that we had been causing arguments over the smallest things, like who does the washing next, accidentally puts the wrong colours together or even just leaving the toilet seat up.

"(Y/n), can we just be civil while we're at mums? She doesn't need the arguing while we're here," he's speaking to like I'm the only one starting them.

"Ok," I leaned my head against the window to calm my nerves. "It isn't just me Harry," I mumbled to myself. He must have heard because it was followed by a grunt and him drumming his fingers on the wheel. Well this is a great start.

It wasn't long till we pulled up to Anne's house, it was in the countryside and gave us a chance to have a peaceful week while we're here and take a break from reality. The front door opened and Anne came down the stairs and started to walk towards us, Harry soon followed and got out to meet her half way. A sigh left my lips as they interlocked in a hug, well let's get this holiday started then. Harry must have forgotten I was here as he started to walk towards the house leaving him mum behind, I climbed out the car and opened the back to get our bags out, at least it wasn't that much to carry. "Here let me help you out love," Anne came around the side and took Harry's bag while I grabbed my own.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Well I thought I taught my son better to help a lady with the bags, but no rush I have a week to iron out the crinkles again," she winked and closed the back as I got my bag out. "Don't worry, he's already said you two have been going though a rough patch but don't worry to much about it dear, it's normal to have this in a relationship and I'm here for you both if you need me," god wasn't she such a great mum.

"Thank you," we pulled the bags into the house and to the bottom of the stairs. Harry sat on the couch flicking though different channels trying to find something that peaked his interest. "Harry could you help me carry the bags up please and I'll put them away?" I wasn't asking him to run a ten mile marathon but it sounded like it as he once again grunted and threw the controller to the side and stood up, taking both of the bags and walking up the stairs.

Anne gave me a small smile and patted my shoulder, "I'll make us some hot chocolate and we can talk about what's going on with that boy of mime,"

"Thank you but I don't wanna be a bother, you've already invited us into your home I don't wanna put our problems on you too," she shook her head.

"Nonsense," she disappeared into the kitchen.

The stairs creaked as I walked up them and into the room, Harry now laid on the bed eyes closed and the bags in the middle of the room just placed randomly. I walked over to them and laid them on the ground and started pulling the clothes out to put on the hangers but I must have been a bit to loud for Harry's liking. "Ughhh, be quiet please?" He glared at me. I placed the top on a coat hanger and placed it inside.

"Sorry..." I uttered.

"Look (y/n), I told you already I don't wanna argue. I'm tired, I've been busy recording the new album, I drove us here and had to put up with your nagging on the way here and now I just want to sleep. You couldn't even carry the bags up yourself," ouch.

"You two I just finished dinner for us, come down before it gets cold," Anne called up to us.

///At dinner///

Anne sat at the head of the table, me on her right and Harry on her left that put him right in front of me. "So you two, how are things?" She questioned as she cut into her food.

"Good thank you," Harry lied and smiled. Another lie.

"And you (y/n)?" She looked at me but before I could answer Harry did.

"She's fine mum, we both are," again with that fake smile.

"Harry Edward Styles she can answer for herself can't she not?" She scolded him.

"I'm fine, thank you Anne and must I say this dinner is just perfect," a look of doubt showed in her eyes.

"See I told you mum," Harry input.

Dinner didn't last long due to the awkwardness but when it came to an end I offered to clean the dishes, "here let me do that," I took the plates from her and went to carry them to the kitchen to clean.

"Finally helping them?" I placed the dishes on the side.

"What do you mean Harry?"

"You've just seemed to be lazy the past couple days," he crossed his arms and leaned against the frame.

"Not now Harry," I put bluntly.

"What I'm just saying? Don't take it to heart," that was it.

"Don't take it to heart you say? Oh I wasn't Harry, I didn't take to heart when you would come back late and moan at me for not cleaning because I was making dinner but I thought he's had a long day at work and I should have, that's the least I could do. I didn't take to heart when you didn't say love you back when I did, I didn't take to heart as you grunt and mumble under your breath and before actually talking to me about the problems WE have you go to your mum instead," I felt the tears and turned to him. "I don't know what is wrong with you recently Harry, maybe stress I don't know. But don't you dare call me selfish," I snapped.

"What are you crying for? You're obviously taking it to heart (y/n), grow up! I'm the one to go to work and record and pay our bills and make you happy to buy you things," he raised his voice.

"You don't have to do them things, I offered to get a job but you wouldn't let me, I tell you endlessly you don't need to buy me things but you do. Don't you dare make me out to be a gold digger," that's it. "Maybe I should just move out," I turned away.

"Yeah maybe you should because clearly we aren't ready," the tears came streaming down at that.

"Harry Edward Styles, how dare you say that!" Anne argued with him. He walked out, something must definitely be on his mind to ignore his mum like that, Harry was his mummy's boy. "Oh come here dear," she walked over and took me in her arms as I cried.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry," I hiccuped.

"No, no it's fine," she rubbed my back. "It's no excuse for what he said but he's just tired and we both know he says stuff he doesn't mean when he's tired and he's working on an album what is gonna get him more stressed so pay no attention to what he says," she comforts me and takes a step back. "Harry get here right now mr!" She calls for him and he walks in head down and hands in pockets. "Now mr, I know I raised you better then that and you shouldn't say such a thing even if you're tired, you know better," she points a finger at him. "Now you two better make up and don't think about leaving this kitchen till you do," it was just an awkward silence when she left.

"Look ha-"

"No wait... I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out with everything and I know that's no excuse for what I said and I know you do everything and I'm acting like the selfish one right now," he looked at me and pulled me into a hug. "I hate seeing you cry and it's worse when that reason is because of me," he takes his thumb and rubs the tear stains away. "See better already," he forced a smile.

"You're so dumb sometimes, you know you can always talk to me, no matter what," I pulled back and met his eye. "I love you Mr Styles but no more arguments," he nodded and embraced me once more. "Still want me to move out then,"

"Never... Never leave me (Y/n)."

"I won't as long as you want me there but later we need to talk more about this ok?" He nodded. "Thank you," he lifted my chin and bent down slightly and caught my lips with his.

"See I knew you two wouldn't take long to make up," Anne smiled. "Well you two do that in your room and not in the kitchen mr," she joked. "Now you two go finish talking about things, I'll finish down here," to say the least Harry was the luckiest man to have a mum like her.

"I'm sorry mum for what I did and ruined dinner," she shook her head.

"Nonsense just don't do it again or your be grounded mr," she once again joked causing us to all laugh. How this was a holiday.

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Go Mets!

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mf-despair-queen‘s 2019 Dylan O’Brien Baseball Week.  This is my first ever Dylan fic, as well as my first ever reader insert (ish) fic, so keep that in mind hahahaha I hope you enjoy it!

 Also! DISCLAIMER: I write this purely for fun, I don’t get paid or anything like that, I’m just borrowing our favorite Mets fan for a bit of  good natured fun...

Warnings: light swearing, because it wouldnt be a riseandshinelittleblossom fic without it. :D

Shout out to my wonderful friend @ao719 for indulging me and pre-reading this for me..girl your rock!

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    Dylan held out his arm, staggering backwards a bit as he caught the baseball in his well-worn mitt.

    “Hey, nice one Maggie!” He chuckled.

    The six year old across the yard beamed at him and he couldn't help but feel his heart melt seeing her snaggletooth grin.

     He was so proud of how much she had progressed since he first started bringing her out back to play catch two years ago.

     His friends had all warned him to steer clear of getting into a relationship with you because dating a single mother also meant “you have to play Dad,” but that had never worried him in the least. Maggie was a good kid, really smart, and she shared Dylan's passion for baseball and the Mets. These days he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time off between filming than to be in the backyard helping her practice for her little league games.

   She flipped her long, chocolate- colored plait over her shoulder and resumed her batting stance.

   “Okay, Dyl. Let's have another one. And don't go easy on me this time.” She sassed.

   “Go easy on you? I would never..” he feigned innocence, grasping the ball firmly and grinding into the mitt a few times.

   Maggie rolled her eyes, the bat falling to her side.

   “I'm serious, O'Brien. You think the girls on the Grizzlies are gonna go easy on me this weekend? Not a chance! They're out for blood after we wiped the floor with them last season.”

   “Out for blood, huh? Okay, well pick up the bat and I promise I won't hold back then, Princess.”

    She resumed her stance and Dylan shook his head.

    “Here,” he began crossing the yard in a few strides to stand behind her. He widened her grip on the bat and helped her crouch a bit lower. “Gotta widen that stance, baby girl. Otherwise the first speed ball's gonna knock you right off of home plate.”

      He returned to the makeshift pitcher's mound that he and Maggie had made with a pile of her kinetic sand. It was a project that you had been none too happy about.

      He stomped his feet a few times before releasing a steady pitch.

      With a loud crack, the young girl sent the ball sailing away from her. Dylan hit a backwards run in an attempt to catch it, but it soared over the fence anyway.

   You watched from the open kitchen window as your boyfriend raced across the yard and hefted the small girl onto his shoulder.

   “And the Mag-ster rounds first! She's off to second! Oh my God, she's flying past third! Aaaand she makes it all the way home!” He shouted as he ran a circle in the yard and Maggie cheered, her small fists pumping into the air as Dylan mimicked the sound of a crowd roaring. He placed the child on the ground and you couldn't help but chuckle.

    You and Dylan had been going steady for two years now, but it always made you smile to watch him with Maggie. He was the best daddy to her that he never had to be and it made you love him even more.

      You thought back to the day that he first entered you and Maggie's lives as you finished washing up the mountain of dishes in the sink.

***********”**

     You adjusted the settings outside of the batting booth before crouching in front of your preschooler.

    “You sure you want to do the batting cages? We could go for another round of skee ball instead.” You suggested as the little girl before you adjusted her baseball helmet and shook her head. The child-sized aluminum bat in her hand still looked humongous and you bit your lip, wondering why you'd agreed to let her go in there and let a machine lob baseballs at her.

    “I wanna baseball! I'm tired of just tee ball! It's time to break into the big girl game, because one day I'm gonna play for the New York Mets.” She told you matter-of-factly as she stepped into the cage.

   You blamed the babysitter. She was a sweet woman that kept Maggie for next to nothing and she had two boys of her own that were only a little older for your daughter to play with.

   The sitter's oldest son, Jacob, was nine and he played little league, which meant he and his brother often tried to get Maggie to play catch with them outside. Jacob was Maggie's hero and a die-hard New York Mets fan. All the time she spent with Jacob had ignited a fire within your near five year old. It had started with endless tee ball games in the local junior league and now...batting cages at the family fun arena.

   You wrung your hands nervously as the first pitch shot out. You'd set the machine on the lowest setting but it still felt like the ball was the Roadrunner, jetting away from Wile E. Coyote as it hurdled towards your small child. Certainly anyone watching must have thought you were insane to let her in there.

   Maggie held her own, swinging confidently even though the ball barely glanced the end of her bat. The metallic ting caused her to giggle wildly.

   “I hit it!” She shouted.

   “Hey, good job!” a male voice came from behind.

   You whipped your head to see a tall slender man wearing khaki pants and, coincidentally, a Mets jersey. Your eyes scanned over him, your bottom lip tucking itself involuntarily between your teeth.

   He twisted his baseball cap, leaving the bill sticking out behind him and tucked his folded sunglasses into his shirt. He gave you a polite smile and nod, the fluorescent lights overhead catching his honey colored eyes just enough to make them sparkle.

   Your heart all but stopped as you smiled back and quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed that he'd no doubt noticed you checking him out.

    “Thank you. She lives for this stuff.” You said shyly.

     TING

   “I hit it again!” Maggie squealed in delight, turning to face you. “Who's he?”

   She scrunched her face up as she stepped out of the cage.

  “Oh I was just waiting my turn is all. I'm going to use the cage when you're finished. Nice form in there,though. If you'd like, maybe I could give you some pointers.” The man said.

     “You would?!” She squawked.

    You were taken aback by the way he peered directly into Maggie's eyes when he talked to her. Not many people were so attentive when they spoke, especially to children. It made your knees feel weak as he trained his eyes on you in the same fashion.

   “I'm Dylan.” He offered, extending a hand.

************

    Your attention was pulled back to the present as you heard Maggie's sassy, near whiny voice through the window.

   “I am NOT a baby anymore, Dylan. I'm getting bigger everyday, you know.” She scoffed.

   He nodded. “Unfortunately.”

   You stepped onto your tiptoes to get a better view of the two loves of your life, straining to hear their conversation. They were seated on the patio now, Dylan helping Maggie oil her own glove as well as his own.

    “Mommy says that if I want to keep playing I have to take good care of my equipment. She said only responsible players get into the big leagues, so I have been trying to oil my mitt like you showed me, but sometimes it's hard.” The girl huffed as her mentor lifted his large hands-the ones that plagued your every day dream- and placed them over hers, patiently guiding her movements.

   “You want to make sure you get into every groove, Princess. Every crevice. See? You've got it. I'm so glad to hear you've been listening to Mom while I've out of town, though.”

     You let out a sigh, a warm feeling spreading from your chest throughout your body, a small chuckle escaping you. How did you ever get lucky enough to find him?

    “Dylan, can I ask you a question?” Maggie piped up.

     “Anything, squirt. What's on your mind?”

    “Why were you and Mommy yelling at each other last night?”

     Dylan's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze to his own mitt.

    “Wha..wuddaya mean? We weren't-”

     “Come on, O'Brien. I'm not deaf. You were saying, ‘Oh, Y/N,’ and Mommy kept screaming 'Dylan, oh my God’. Were you guys fighting?”

    You tried to stifle a laugh, your hand flying over you lips as you remembered the absolutely mind blowing events from the night before. The ones your daughter had apparently overheard. You could barely see your boyfriend's cheeks turning bright red right about now and you would have paid good damned money to get a view of that up close.

    “Uh, no. We weren't...we weren't fighting, Princess.” Dylan tried to be vague and he cleared his throat. You knew he was silently hoping that his answer had been enough to end the conversation, but you also knew Maggie better than that.

   “Oh. Well then what were you doing?”

    Dylan turned to wipe off his hands, holding the towel out for Maggie to do the same.

    “We were...we were talking in our sleep.”

    “I heard banging, Dyl.”

     The dark haired man gulped audibly, one hand rubbing over the days old stubble of his chin.

    “Uh...that? Oh we were… okay listen. You know I love your Mommy, right Princess?”

    Maggie nodded, “Yep! And she loves you.”

    “That's right. So we love each other. Sometimes, uh...when a boy loves a girl...ya know...they...dance...together?”

      You cackled softly listening to Dylan not even buying his own bullshit.

   “Oh. But I can dance without banging, see?”

   Maggie hopped from her seat and swept into a graceful ballerina twirl, her hands above her head.

    “Well that's because you're a beautiful baseball-playing ballerina, and as such you're very graceful. Mommy and I...well, we're sort of clumsy.”

   The child laughed. “So you mean you guys fall down a lot?”

   “Exactly.”

    “So that's why you were yelling right? You just kept knocking each other down?” the six year old cocked a skeptical eyebrow and Dylan nodded.

    “You're gonna have to do better than that, Dyllie. I'm not buying it.”

     Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay how's this? We were dancing together because we love each other and we're clumsy so we kept falling down, but then he had...um bruises..?” He stopped short, clearly at a loss.

   “The truth, please. I was born at night but not last night, ya know?” Maggie sassed with an eye roll.

   “Okay the truth is... The truth is that I love your Mom and she loves me and sometimes when you love someone so much you just...you want to show them. There are things that you will learn about when you're older that help grown ups show each other how much they love their boyfriend or their girlfriend. And so..that's what we were doing. But those things are for grown ups only. I mean...grown ups that love each other and want to get married someday...not just any old boyfriend and girlfriend…”

     Your heart stopped at the thought. You and Dylan had been together for a long time, but somehow you'd never talked about marriage before.

    Maggie stared at him, one eyebrow cocked, her face scrunched in thought.

    “Do you..? You understand anything I just said?” He asked nervously.

    “Uuuuhhhh…..go Mets?” Maggie replied still obviously confused.

    Dylan laughed loudly as he ruffled her hair. “That's my girl!”

    “I don't even wanna know anymore,” she shook her head. “As long as you promise you and Mommy aren't breaking up.”

    Dylan wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.

   “No way, Princess. You two aren't going to get rid of me that easily.”

     “Hey, Mommy!” Maggie beamed as you appeared in the sliding glass doorway.

      “Hey, kiddo. Why don't you take your gear upstairs for me? Dylan and I need to talk.”

      She complied with your request, gathering her belongings and tossing them into her athletic bag before hefting it inside.

     You grinned widely at Dylan as your daughter disappeared up the stairs. He exhaled audibly, silently mouthing “thank you,” as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

       He ambled across the patio, wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

   “I know you were listening, you evil woman. Way to leave me hanging.”  Dylan muttered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His whiskey eyes were locked on yours, making your knees suddenly feel weak.

   “I dunno, you seemed to be handling things pretty well on your own.”  You smugly replied.

    “Yeah? You think so? I'd love to show you a few other things I can handle pretty well.” he pressed his lips to yours and you giggled into the caress.

    “You mean like...Go Mets?”

    He scoffed, giving you his near award-winning, lopsided smile.

    “You're damn right, go Mets.”

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Y'all getting tortured too..I lost it. I couldn't handle it

I got germ x on a cotton round and started washing my face.

I got more body parts to literally scrub

After my grandpa died of cancer -- well. Denise killed him but they said it was the cancer...

I took a shower and scrubbed my body every day. I got a new toothbrush weekly.

I used a scouring pad from the kitchen and I didn't ever turn the cold water knob but just a tiny stream.

The water was all the way on full blast hot.

I scoured my skin off.

My Uncle Dad took me to the hospital when he finally came home from the ship. It finally docked.

Doctor asked had I burned myself. "No I just took shower and it just didn't feel clean.. It never feels clean"

"How hot is the shower?"

"Oh will the way hot. I turn the cold on slightly about midway to do the final rinse"

"How long do you shower for and how many times do you perform a "rinse"?"

"Well the shower stays on... I'd say 3 - 4 times when it's all the way hot then at least twice, so about 6.. Sometimes 10.. 12... 45 one day"

I heard my uncle dad sob from the corner. I looked st him perplexed. Cause I was doing right. I was keeping the germs off me.

"I just gotta stay clean dad" as he raised his head he sucked in air through his nose. And i saw a man in misery and guilt

"I'm so sorry sorry i thought you could handle the cancer. I thought you'd be okay and i just had ti fo to work but she...."

"I can handle the cancer dad. I just gotta stay clean and keep the germs off of me"

"What kind of products do you use. SOS pads... Denise doesn't buy a lot of Shampoo so i try to keep,that for my hair... So I'll use dish soap or sometimes even laundry. Bleach is good but she doesn't buy that one slot either. I don't like the amoniea. The smell bothers me but I had to use it 3 or 4 times because I didn't have anything else but that was when i found the SOS pads under the sink. Lo and behold they have soap in them already. So, i quiet using extra except when i wash my face with them. Soften the skin up a little bit more than so I don't get wrinkles"

I looked dead into his eyes and told something I didn't tell any other adult about what i did. I told my friends... But not in a way that it was me. "You know someone i heard of was...." Not I did this. But someone did.

My dad according to my DNA4U although there's,a story about that...

He was in the corner crying the whole time I was talking. "No she needs help. I need help for her."

The doctor said they had received a phone call he thought it was from the FBI. But he looked at his notepad and said "Nope the CIA."

"I just have to keep the germs off me tell them that. They need to, too"

"I'm calling them Billy don't you worry"

"Yeah" he said into the phone "i got a situation here. I'm gonna need you to come in and take her. ... Mental ward"

Son of a bitch. I attacked him. I wasn't crazy. I needed to be germ free.

I grabbed the phone "WHAT I NEED IS TO BE CLEAN AND YOU DO TOO GODDAM THE WHOLE WORLD"

And i beat that poor doctor in the head and back wirh that phone until it fell apart and nothing was left.

"And that's how I kill germs" I told his dead body.

Mental institution?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!? THE GERM INFESTATIONS I WOULD DIE IMMEDIATELY JUST BREATHING THE AIR!!! NO WAY IN HELL!!! GOD FUCKING NO!!!

My dad just sat there as i beat the doctor to death m his eyes and jaw open as wide as can be.

"You understand right? I'm not here to hurt you but This place it's so dirty but i came here with you. Because i trust you to keep me safe. But he wouldn't. Not. The dirtiest place in the world he would send me to and i just can't have that. I'll push the panic button to get you some help that you need"

It was right by the door. So these big ass mother fucking dudes came me in started grabbing me to hold me down and strap me to the bed. Big mother fuckers HUGE. Body builders and shit. "ARE YOU GERM FREE!! DONT GET A HOLD OF ME!! LET ME GO. GODDAMINIT!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I killed all 3. "Now i gotta wash my hands and arms. They fucking touched my face and every thing. Stuck thier fingers in my mouth and all. I need to,start with bleach. Can you get me some?"

My dad was in shock.

"Maybe later. I'll ask you again when your nervous system calms down" I washed my face and elbows.

It was 1992 Christmas was a few weeks away. My lie age I was 12. My real age I was only 8.

Finally the CIA came in "are you here to help or force me to wash my hands again?"

He put his arms up as he walked by me and sat next to my dad "well i know Gaberiel and Calvin can help. Gaberial goes to school with her and he said she looks alright but seems to be in a trance like state most of the time. But they will know what to do. Do not worry. Sabrina you cannot keep killing doctors like that"

"I'm not going!! The backwoods motel where they put the strange and i tell you none of them know how to,wash their hands!!"

"You look like a witch!!"

"At least im a clean one fuck y'all shit"

This whole team of huge CIA dudes... They all washed their hands no less than 3 minutes up their elbows for an additional two while I watched.

This big one said "she's not alright you know that. I never washed my hands this much in my life"

I warned him i would kill him if he didn't get off the team "oh no it's refreshing I don't have a problem. My face too here i come"

When he lifted his face he saw mine. "There's nothing wrong with me sir. This world is unclean"

"That's that transelike state. Her voice gets hollow and the carries. Did she kill the others like that Bill?"

"No I didn't. He made me upset while i waited for th3 help I supposed to be needing. Like no one knows,l they can poison me any second"

I knew but i didn't know Denise injected medicine into my grandpa's vein.

I COULDN'T handle this guy at the sink. He wanted to teach me like he could do it better. Like i had something wrong with me. And he didnt like it"

"Out. Just get the fuck out of here. I'll give you a chance to live."

I ended up killing the whole line of people but this one little yellow Asian man.

He was surrounded by dead bodies. 5. They took the 3 guard nurses and the doctor out already.

"Do i wash my hands now? Is it my turn?"

"SIR!!" i said pissed off. I looked around me. My poor dad "well what do you think about your surroundings?"

"You look good. Able to kill real easily. Looks like I need some more training. But I'm just here to wash my hands as i was told to"

He told me the times he needed to wash.

"Well no one else is in line so I suppose that yes it's your turn now"

I laid down on the little check up table bed and fell to sleep. I was exhausted. Killed 9 people. Because they were aliens. And i would let someone live. 3 people in total. Out of 12..

It could be a good day after all, as long as i didn't go to Baywood Inn Acres.. I'd been there before. I escaped and let all the mental patients out. Well maybe if i went I could do that again I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I could still do it. I'd killed 9 today in just seconds.. I could let the rest escape.

Snoop put me on time restrictions. I bit him. I kicked him. I punched him in the stomach. He would walk in with a shield from SWAT to tell me to stop washing at the sink.

It was all scuffed up and I had to clean it. Germs get in them scratches and cracks...

Before he knew it it was all soaped up and If he exposed, his face he would get soaped too. Bar of soap.

Oh boy he was pissed off at me. "You need to kill the right people!!" Him and Alex Laughlin both said

"Then let me use the soap for as long as I want to"

I was a horrror show star. Like a doll. Like poltergeist. There's that doll that turns it's head all creepy. My eyes be glassy I walked around like I was dead.

I was. I was so dead inside. I KNEW my grandpa would die for no fucking reason. I knew and there wss nothing I could do to save that Old man!!!!

And i KNEW i was going get cancer, too!!!

Just wash it all off. Wash it down the drain.,that is I what i would say.

This video to some. But I used to do that.

2 years later I did get cancer in my throat just like I knew I would. I wrote about it.

So I handle death a lot better. Losing one. Germs.

If I know a person doesn't wash their hands and their hands are warm. I freak the fuck out.

"Don't fucking touch me" and I get filled with violent rage.

Some people think it's cool to make fun of me. A violent assassin. To this date with my bare hands no magic included in the last 35 years I've killed 22,489,601,427 people.

So y'all need to learn to wash your mother fucking hands. 35 seconds i recommend.

CDC says it's good in 20... Don't underestimate the power of germs. Scrub faster and go for long term use of that soap you just squirted on you. Go up to the elbows!

Eventually I got okay. To be okay I had to kill people. 862 thousand.

All aliens in stolen bodies. Then i was okay again.

But until then i would sleep walk to the sink wash,me up then hit the streets in a trance.

So they got a kid to live with me... Anton. From Queer Eye... Him...

"No what are you gonna do? He's got germs on him and he's our only kid!" Alex would bark at me.

"Then you kill him" i would tell him. He never did.

So i posted a video earlier. Poor child. "Wash your hands" "wash your hands!" In the video I shared that he shared. Poor child, "Now you gotta wash both hands although only one is dirty. The other might get jealous. Up to your elbows if you want to but definitely up to your wrists"

He played in the dirt a lot. If he didn't Snoop would pour it on him. "Now what are you gonna do?!?"

I smelled him make sure the cat didn't piss on it

Man Snoop did a hard fight. "Its fucking dirt snoop shut the fuck up!!:

I let that boy teach me about dirt. Is it clean? Does it feel fresh? Or smell bad?"

I let him choose whether to wash or not.

Somethings he HAD to wash after touching "raw meat" we had a list of things that could harm us if it was left on our hands.

I had to wash after uncooked hot dogs. Had to. Kid goddam creeped me out because he didn't

I'd just look at him like he was a leeper to give me leprosy from an uncooked hot dog.

"CHILL OUT!!!"

"Uh anuh he touched a raw hot dog and he didn't wash. Uncooked meat!! Its on there check the goddam list in a hurry" he was like a monster under my bed.

"It says raw meats baby."

"Uncooked is raw"

That little boy. Sweet precious angel he is. He said "i didn't agree because i wanted to go out side and play but now I see i take the hot dog containments into the dirt if I don't wash. So i would like to wash please"

I earned a kiss from Alex who was going by Gaberiel. At the time.

It shocked me with surprise. I did something right for the first time in weeks i wasn't yelled at by an adult. I put my head down on the arm of the chair and wept and wailed and cried.

I spent so much time fighting with who was supposed to be my friends. That it made me calm and feel normal. Ever since that day my grandpa died. I had so much built in my chest like a wall. Filled my body so.

Snoop finally understood under all that muscle mass and need to assassinate... I was still there.

"Lets go get some ice cream it's on the list for,being,human and you get sprinkles for crying."

"Lets go ma then I wanna play in the dirt.

I wasn't sure i could leave the house. I felt really wobbly... To go outside and not kill... It was dangerous. I tried to go back in like 14 times. But Alex kept stopping me. Or snoop or the baby Antony.

"Took us 15 minutes to go get us a dam treat,jist from the door to the car. When we go killing shes flying down the steps and first one to the car. Ain't no one gonna know what's wrong with her! Ain't no one!"

"I do! You just need to wash your hands! Wash Your hands!!" I had a sweet little boy next to me... I looked out the window of that white Cadillac and I sure did hope i could figure out how to,keep the world safe. They played and teased and made,him laugh.,all every one,in the car laughing with joy.

I just wanted to open the car door, jump out and die.

Later I finally told. Some movie reminded me of my grandpa... The only one I ever had. The one that allowed me to kill Denise. A prison guard.

"He died from something out side of him. Not inside out side. I can't handle it. It went down his arm.. Pink. It was something pink"

Snoop on his knees. "What was it poision?"

"Watch. Into here down this way to his pinkie then back up and then down around his heart and through his legs and up the other side and to his brain then he could smell the medicine cold cough syrup. And she kept doing it until the full bottle was,in,his body. It didn't work tho. The next day and the next. 3 more,days than,that. Then he was,dead. 2 bottles each day. Of cold medicine to kill tiny germs"

Alex's face,was,in terrified horror. Snoop still as a statue.

"Where do they live at?" Asked snoop.

"Texas. Redway lane"

"That is where you live at".

"That is what i am telling you. And i was in Texas and i didn't go to Arizona"

Snoop began to throw up in his hand and,ran,from the room.

Alex and Anthony looked at me all "why did you have to tell the truth?!"

"I'm trying to watch the movie here!!" Said Anthony "and tomorrow I wanna play in dirt"

"That's ok baby That's what you can do with Uncle Snoop. We'll be quiet now so you can watch the movie."

If you don't get germs on you. You don't get sick. Then you don't get murdered.

Stay Clean.

Corona. I'm telling you. It ain't no different.

Except I was told something worse than eating Vicks Vapo Rub would happen to me from Denise.

I had to kill 981,602,375 people like Denise until I felt satisfied the world was safer.

Until I could breathe again.

I felt my grandpa die. I was with him. I felt his whole body. When his left lung collapsed...

And he was begging "no Denise don't do it. It won't make me better. No Denise I don't want none. Dont put it in my IV. I don't have no cough or cold. I have cancer and I'm going to beat it"

And that Old man died. And I tried so hard. To keep his body alive. Just stay with him.

And his body was so riddled with cancer. He couldn't take being filled with the thick cough syrup.

After a million kills. Grandpa said I could stop the world would get better then. "If I do two more grandpa then it would get allot better"

We killed 6 million predators. By hand. We picked them from prisons.

Death Row and life sentences. They could die early if they wanted. They understood they would die. They signed contracts. And we filled them in gas chambers. And filled the air with a non toxic cough syrup smelling gas that made them relax. Laughing gas. Then we used rat poision gas. Until they died. We had some other gases too. I didnt care.

We did right by our promise and they choked end coughed choked on a white foam frothing from,their mouths. And,died.. And we watched them through a little window with gas masks on our faces.

"You know you could used a little more nitrous" would say Alex

"Only half choke to death. Most of them lay down peacefully to die."

Oddly white men were more often to fight Than the black man.

"Either the black men are innocent or they know,what to do in a poison situation"

One man. Black. Should been,dead. But he was crawling around checking on,the others. In pain he was.

I ran,from the control booth. Dodging people trying to stop me. I swung open the door against policy. Grabbed him up under his shoulders "why did you sign the paper if you didn't have any thing to do with the crime?$?!" I yelled through my gas mask

"All these are all dead i want to,know why I'm not!!: he was crying he was scared. "I didn't sign the paper because i wanted the hell out. I knew if i died I would go to Heaven!: he was sobbing. In a gas chamber. Filled with poison.

Alex held up a gas mask in,the Window I pointed my head towards my direction.

And I held the black man while he was on his knees in a room full of gas. Alex put the gas mask to protect from,gas on his face.

"Lets go you got to get out. You only have half a,mask"

"I can't"

"You got to,get out now"

He chose his fate. No one else. He would tell me when he was ready to live and i would hold him on his knees until he did. I just stared into Alex's eyes. While he said over and over "you got to, get out" like in case i forgot.

"I wanna get out! Can you help me??" I reached down and grabbed him by his waist. Hoisted him up to my hip and carried him out like a toddler. A nice grown man.

This poor man was a mess.

No one mentioned i was covered in cyanide. For 3 hours until when my skin began to itch "you need,to shower"

"When you finally get covered in killer germs you don't care Because you found someone more important, more desperate. Someone more in a bad situation.,then you don't even notice"

"You trained me not to. Could I at least get an SOS pads for my bath?"

Every one wore a gas mask around me. Even the kid. For three days Anthony did.

"Snoop said you can't go in his car covered in,gas,like,that so we got a rental car"

"You gonna drive in that gas mask?"

"Yeah. Sounds fun. We have to roll down the Windows for you to breathe. I know downtown LA but... And also we got you w hotel. You are covered in cyanide!! No on wants you home. But i do"

I think... It was the first time in my life any one ever gave me a bath while wearing a gas mask.

We had to,change,3 hotel rooms. So i wouldn't pollute the place up.

"See? You yelled at me and you're all jist as bad,and,won't even let,me,see my kid"

"Yeah well you trained us to be extra careful. More cautious than sorry"

Gaberiel. Alex Laughlin slept in bed next to me. In a gas,mask.

Sometimes I couldn't sleep. Thinkin about that man and my grandpa.

And I'd look down at the man next,to me. Pased out. Looking like an innocent kid himself.

I adored him. I felt so much love that a person would be in,danger for me. I shook his gas,mask gently

"What you woke me up what do you want? It was on purpose, too"

"Do you think that man knowed i cared? That I might love someone other than myself?"

"We treat you as though you are selfish because you sre using self harm and you don't understand it. No one is supposed to gargle with bleach? What If you swallowed it?"

"It burns my nostrils any way"

"That's not the point but baby doll. You could kill yourself and we wouldn't have you no more. That is,the point.,that is why we called you selfish. Your addiction to cleanliness could,kill you snd no one,wants that to happen. But look what you do. Go,in a gas,chamber FULL of gas with only a half mask on. You're lucky you don't go blind. But look st it this way. We pushed too hard and in the wrong way and you did drink bleach on purpose in desperation to be clean. It was undiluted, too. I know. I watched you. And you Didjt say anything. Just smiled and said "i feel" i wanted to,slap you then for not listening. But when you pushed me back so you could leave,tje room through the door i was blocking. You didnt act like nothing happened. You felt like nothing happened. And I realized we were doing something wrong then two,weeks later you tell us why it was so,important to be kept clean and germs off of you. And i wanted to die for the way snoop and I had been mistreating you. And that is why I started the gas chambers of criminals to honor Yoir grandpa for working at the prison to keep,them in line. End,it for your grandpa and avenge his death with revenge. It would be what healed you both. And next time call the police when someone is being poisoned."

"She did it when i,was asleep. I would fall asleep all kinds of times of days to be with him. I promised when i was a young kid that i wouldn't let him die alone. Not by her. And when i woke up I was too groggy to remember what was going on. I thought it was a dream a bad one i hoped it wasn't real but it was and i can't get over this feeling this fear.. That had me at constant companion"

"What does that mean my love?"

"Evil. My grandpa said"

So y'all in,this world of 2020

Keep,calm.

It is,gonna be okay.

[purple-possibilities]

Fuck Marry Kill: Kakashi, Sakumo, Madara (I'm evil, I know, I'm sorry)

SAKUMO KAKASHI AND MADARA??? Youuu… yoooooouuuuuu…. how dare you????!?!?

This is super long. Like way too long. I got really into this, so it’s under the cut.

So, at the very least, Sakumo and Kakashi are on a whole ‘nother tier of love for me. There’s actually one more ninja up there, who is an Uchiha, but that Uchiha is not Madara, unfortunately for him. So I can say (with much much muuuuuuch regret) that I’d kill Madara. It’s easier to say when I imagine that it’s canon Madara who is crazy. Yes yes. Not my Madara. My Madara is safe and in love with Kakashi (and hey if they both wanted to love me too I wouldn’t protest lol). Yes. Very good. So bye bye Madara, you always seem to draw the shortest straw. I am sorry to be perpetuating that, but you went kinda eye crazy and while I might have fucked your crazy ass, there’s no contest when it comes to Kakashi and Sakumo.

Which brings me to the evilness of this:

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN KAKASHI AND SAKUMO????

Can I marry them both? Is that weird? I mean, they’re father and son but like… I’d be down. Please? No? I’m a freak you say? Damn. I always knew there was a way to love too much, and of course I stumbled headfirst into it.

Fuck me. Damn. Ok. Sibi has to choose who’s gonna fuck her 😝

I just love them both so much??? And now there’s the added weirdness of, hey I fucked your dad/son now marry me to think of (because of course this happens in the same world lol). How old does that make me in this situation? Idfk that’s too much semantics even for me.

Ok. Sakumo would be an amazing husband, I’ve said it a million times. And I feel so horrible that he felt like he had to commit seppuku for his botched mission, and I’m all about loving those soft broken boys. Poor Sakumo. Poor Kakashi. Poor me for having to choose. Fuck me. Like I want to say I’d marry Sakumo—because I totally would marry Sakumo today. If he appeared and was like “Sibi, marry me,” I would be gone. Happily ever after, the end, hey look that’s me and Sakumo disappearing into the sunset isn’t it lovely?

As I said, I want to say I’d marry Sakumo. Because I soooo want to marry Sakumo. But, Kakashi—I can never deny Kakashi. If I was dating Sakumo and then Kakashi asked me out I can’t say I wouldn’t dump his dad for him, just because Kakashi. Hell, if I was married to Sakumo and Kakashi asked me out I’d probably say yes I’m so sorry Sakumo (although I can see Sakumo being the type of guy that says “I just want you both to be happy,” and totally supporting my new relationship with his son lol. Sakumo is amazing. Fuuuck me). So that relegates Sakumo to the fuck zone (lol omg the image this gives me is hilarious 😂).

I think Sakumo, as much as he is a gentleman in my head, cooooouuullldd prrooooobably have a one-night stand. Or like, a many-nights stand haha. I don’t see him as pairing sex and emotions exclusively. But I also don’t think Sakumo is the kind of guy to just go around picking up chicks and then never seeing them again in the morning. Sakumo would want to buy you dinner first (he would not let you buy him dinner—or lunch or breakfast or pay for any date—because he’s old fashioned like that). But hey, if he were offering, I’d hop on 😜. It would be a night to remember, that I am sure of. Idk how it would happen… maybe he’s been dating someone for a while, they end up having sex (Sakumo wants a romantic connection first not just a sexual one, but he doesn’t need to wait for marriage. Sometimes I think Kakashi was a happy lil accident and not a planned baby. Sakumo would totally marry you if he knocked you up tho, and since you’d been together as a couple beforehand it wouldn’t be a horrible idea. It would be fantastic. Sakumo would be such an amazing husband). Then, for whatever reason, the relationship just wouldn’t work out. Poor us. *sigh* We had such lovely times together. Oh well, I (apparently) have Kakashi to comfort me, which is a win in my book lol!

So yeah, I’d marry Kakashi so hard he wouldn’t know what hit him. I can’t say he’d be the greatest or most outwardly romantic husband. He’d totally love you, no question, but he’d show it in small, sneaky things. He’s probably embarrassed to display too much affection, even after he knows you for a while. Even after being married to him for years. But he shows it.

He’d very casually do a lot of amazing things. Call it passive affection lol. Like, he’d make you lunch to take to work, and when you asked he’d just be like “oh, I found this food, it shouldn’t be wasted. Here, you take it.” Or you’d receive flowers from an anonymous sender. When you asked the delivery boy who sent them, he’d give a different description of the person who bought them every time (because Kakashi is too embarrassed to buy flowers. He uses a henge or calls the order in on the phone from a pay phone. Boy will not be caught haha). When he sees the flowers in your home later that day, you’ll know he sent them because he doesn’t throw them out when you’re not looking. God save anyone else who sends you flowers or gifts or love notes; Kakashi will make them all (and your admirer) disappear (they’re not dead, just suspiciously absent when’re you’re near). They’re also probably not very fragrant flowers, or ones with a lot of pollen.

I can see him buying potted plants over cut flowers too. You can put your plants on the ledge next to Mr Ukki. It makes Kakashi feel all fluttery inside when he glances at them. Your plants might get name cards, labelling them as Mr Ukki’s spouse and their children. It’s adorable. If you ask how they got there, Kakashi will shrug and say something like “I don’t control Mr Ukki. He’s free to make his own choices. If he found love, who am I to stop him?” “But Kakashi, Mr Ukki can’t write, he can’t even move!” “I think those name cards prove that he can.” “Where did he get the paper and the marker from then?” “I’m not here 24/7. I don’t know what Mr Ukki does in his spare time.” It’s hilarious.

If you’re on the couch or in bed, reading or watching tv or something, expect a random Kakashi to fall on your lap. When you say hi or ask him what he’s doing, he’ll be like, “Oh, I didn’t notice you there. Well, it’s too much trouble to move now.” Then he’ll make himself comfortable and you won’t be getting up for a loooong time. Also, he always washes the dishes. Even if you don’t cook and he’s the one cooking (and he’s a great cook) he insists on washing the dishes. Speaking of cooking, Kakashi is really good at making the dishes he likes, not so much with other things, unless it’s a detailed recipe. He’s not going to improvise in the kitchen, but he’s great at following a recipe. He doesn’t bake desserts tho. But he will totally learn to cook you whatever you want. If you go to a resto and really like something, he will somehow steal the recipe and randomly make it for you. You’ll think he’s just buying you takeout until one day he lets you catch him cooking that dish in the kitchen (and he lets you catch him, you don’t stand a chance if he wants to hide it).

He’s got his issues tho, so expect to deal with nightmares and his low self-esteem (boy thinks he’s not worthy of love. Love him harder). He also doesn’t like to go out much, esp to crowded places. But he likes being outside. So you could convince him to take you to some private spot by the river or even a beach if there’s one nearby. Kakashi knows a lot of quiet, private spots where you can go to read and cuddle. That’s Kakashi’s favourite date.

Although I also think he really likes listening to his s/o talk. He’d put down his book to listen to you talk about your day, especially if something good happened and he got to see you smile or hear you laugh. Kakashi likes seeing people happy. It makes him feel like all the horrible things he had to suffer were worthwhile if it meant he created a world where the people he loves can be happy. My poor poor Kakashi.

If you find a topic Kakashi is passionate about, don’t expect him to shut up any time soon lol. Motormouth no Kakashi will talk your ear off if it’s the right topic and you’re alone. He’s so adorably passionate. Kiss him if he goes on for too long. He’ll be startled at first, but then his mask is down and you’re on your back and Kakashi is showing you all the other things his mouth can do.

It would be hard to make Kakashi mad, but when you do see him angry it’s an experience. He tries to keep calm and aloof but his words are sharp and clipped and he either talks down to you or (if he can) disappears. For like a week. Then he comes back, and (if necessary) talks the argument out. If it’s something where disappearing is a no-go, he is veeeerrrryyy stubborn. He doesn’t yell, but kid-Kakashi rears his head. Kakachibi is a stubborn one, I cannot stress that enough lol.

With smaller things that irritate him, expect passive aggressiveness, just like he’s passive affectionate lol. Like, lunch is burnt, or something he knows you don’t like. You suddenly can’t find your favourite pair of shoes. He walks past you in your home and sits in a different room instead of spending time with you. You’ll have to confront him about it, or wait for him to get over whatever it is. Or just cuddle him. The man has been touch starved, it’s hard for him to pull away when you start running your hands through his hair or even just causally sitting next to him with your thigh just barely touching his. If it’s your fault, say sorry and suddenly you’re in his arms or on his lap and his nose is buried in you neck while he continues to (pretend to) read. He’ll whisper his apology into your skin, just loud enough that you’re not sure he said anything at all, if it wasn’t for the vibration in his chest and the way his lips moved against you’d skin.

If he’s at fault (and he eventually realizes he’s overreacting) he’ll come to you like a sad puppy, usually with some small offering and sad saaaad eyes (or eye, if he’s still got his Sharingan lol). If you’re still mad (how can you be???) he’ll flood you with his passive affection lol. You’ve got a cup of water and it’s half empty? Kakashi will refill it for you. You’re rubbing your neck? Suddenly massage. You have to go run an errand? Kakashi is following beside you, taking your bags and oh wow did you just conveniently pass by your favourite restaurant even though it wasn’t anywhere you were going? Kakashi suddenly decides he’s hungry and you should both pop in for a bite. You’re too angry to go? You come back home to takeout from that resto, somehow still hot. Kakashi is a magician of apologies. He doesn’t say the words very often, which can be annoying. But you can tell he feels bad. Kiss him and he’ll whisper his apology on your lips.

This is really long. Wow. I’m not even done. Maybe I should be done? Ok I’m done (for now). Ask me more about Kakashi later lol.

Thank you for sending the ask! I really appreciate it! Let’s play FMK

Already done: Already done:

Neji, Kiba, and Chouji?

Maito Dai, Sakumo, Minato?

#hatake kakashi #hatake sakumo #uchiha madara #fmk meme #answered asks #thegreatestofgames #just a little piece i wrote

[verysleepygal]

Tyler, Mark, Ethan, Amy and Kathryn HeadCanons’s and Imagines!

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(Tyler)

=Movie Night HC:

-Ty would bring you to the movies so you could watch some movies together

-He would always buy your favorite snacks, some popcorn and (there would normally be a stand of hats) would buy you some hats 

-He brought his own blanket so you and him could cuddle up together

-You’d whisper cute “Thank you’s” and “I love you’s” during the cute parts and sappy parts of movies

-When the movie finishes he usually grabs your hands and tells you “I love you so much” “You are a piece of my life that I never want to lose” 

-He’d kiss you everytime as the both of you walked out the theatre linking arms

-When you’d get home he’s kinda carry you to the couch and you’d just fall asleep in his arms and he’d play with your hair and kiss your forehea

=Apocalypse HC:

-You’d practice Archery and use your skill to kill zombies and people who betrayed you (because honestly who wouldn’t)

-Ty would help you practice while going against zombies “So you hold your arm their and then you pull it back, let go but aim for their eyes or forehead/neck”

-You’d casually walk up to some of the zombies and knee them, grab their neck and snap it

-Ty would use a sword he got from a friend before he turned, and use that to sharpen your arrows and slay zombies (He also always slaysssss in the process)

=Caring Tyler

-You’d start sniffling and sneezing and get hot in cold

-Ty and you would go to sleep but you couldn’t because your throat was too itchy and you felt sweaty

-You woke up at like 5 AM and threw up and Ty rubbed your back

-He’d get you some water and some cold towels

-You’d have the cold wet towel around your neck and chugged the water 

-He gives you ice cream and cuddles with you

-He kisses you but you couldn’t protest

-Next day eh sick af and you snicker and say “You should’ve let me protest shortcake”

(Extra add on -AKA V SHORT IMAGINE-) “Y/n come back” Ty made grabby arms and sniffled. You couldn’t help it and found yourself kissing his forehead and rubbing his shoulders. “Thank you baby” “You’re welcome Ty” Ethan put a blanket on the both of you and turned off the lights, and you just heard his soft snores. You too soon fell asleep.

=Come Back, Please

 I panicked, looking around for my phone. Finally I saw it and called Tyler. “Hey ba--” you cut him off with a “Hey babe you okay?” “Yes I’m fine, what’s wrong?” he asked with a chuckle. “Nothing! I love you!” You whispered, “I love you too” He hung up. You called for Ethan and he ran to you, he saw you panicking and walking in circles mumbling “He’s okay, he’s fine---no no no he’s gonna crash no”. He grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, trying to calm you down. Nothing worked, you still panicked for your loved one.

 As Ty opened the door he saw you sitting their, crying on Ethan’s shoulder. “Y/N?” he asked, making his way over to you. He sat down and you jumped onto him, just hugging him. “You’re okay” You whispered, “Of course I am baby...” he told you, rubbing your back. “I just left to find a bite to eat, i'm fine!” he reassured you, but all you did was laugh through your tears. “Wow i'm so stupid” You mumbled, wiping your eyes. “No....darling, you care for me, a lot! Nothing’s wrong with that, I’d be panicking too if I never heard from you as 2 hours passed by” he exclaimed, you pretty much laughed. “So I’d worried about you for two hours?” You whispered, Ethan nodded behind Ty and Ty shrugged. “I guess...baby nothing would happen to me” “I know, im sorry”. “Nothing to be sorry about my darling” he whispered, wiping your tears and kissing you.

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(Mark)

=Dreams with wings (Imagine):

 You spread your wings, running straight then catching air. As you  flew throughout the sky, you saw Mark waving you down. You chuckled then flew straight for him, scaring him shitless. He ducks out the way and you landed, laughing hysterically. “Hardy har har” he teased, all you could do is laugh. “Sorry babe. Want me to make it up to you by letting you ride on my back?” you suggested. he stared at you and slowly nodded which soon turned into him hopping on your back. You giggled and yelled “Hold on tight!” He did and you sprinted towards the pool He screamed as you flew up towards the sky. clinging onto your wings. “CLING ONTO MY BACK NOT WINGS” “SORRY” He switched quickly. You laughed and continued going higher and higher. that is, until you came across a meadow of clouds. “Hey babe, have you ever wondered what it’s like being on a cloud?” I whispered, slowly making my way up to the clouds. “yeah actually...” his voice got lower and lower as he saw the clouds get bigger and bigger. 

 As you got up onto the cloud, you set him down. But you had to sit with him, you didn’t want him to fall through. His feet dangled off the cloud and he kept saying “This is so cool! Thank you so much!” You’re only response to it all was a smile.

=New Scar HC:

-You got to the kitchen and started washing the dishes

-Out of nowhere Ethan and Mark come in and scream “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM TYLER AND I ONCE FISTED AN ENTIRE FAMILY OF GOATS” “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM TYLER AND I HAVE A SONG TITLED STONE FACED”

-It scared you and you scream, jumping back and slipping

-The glass cup broke into shards, and one sliced your hand

-”What the hell!” You yelled before getting Tyler

-He panicked and brought you to the hospital, you got stitches

-(Two weeks later) The stitches were removed and it healed a pit, leaving a new scar

-”Thanks guys” You said sarcastically as they kept apologizing

=Tinder HC:

-You’d get dressed and all fancy and so did he

-You always blushed when he flirted with you

-He payed for the meal and bought the most popular food they had

-When heading home he’d link arms with you

-You got cold and put his sweater over you so you’d stop shaking

-At the end of the night he’d twirl you around and dip you then kiss you

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(Ethan)

=When You’d Cry HC:

-He’s cuddle next to you and rub your shoulder

-”Everything will be alright sugar, I love you don’t worry”

-He’s get up and get you your favorite ice cream and put on your favorite show

-You’d burst out crying every time you remember that one things and he’d pause the movie and kiss you on the cheek, forehead, lips and whisper “It’s alright, i’m here”

-Once you stopped he would bring you closer to his chest and you’d fall asleep, he’d unpause the movie and fall asleep with you

=Our Final Date (Imagine):

 I walked to the restaurant, the fanciest one they have in LA. Ethan told me he would be there with a few others....how “romantic”. My gown/tux fell to the ground and I gently made my way up and in the restaurant.

 As i sat down with everyone, all I saw was the team. I shrugged but just...I really wanted this to be romantic. We always go out with the team, it’s never us. Only maybe three times but that’s it. Ethan shooed everyone away.....why? He came closer and grabbed my hands, and pulled me up from my seat. “Ethan what’s going on?” I asked, “This” he replied, then kissed me. After a few minutes we pulled away, warm smiles on our faces. But sudden;y it took a twist as he got down on one knee. “Y/n M/n L/n, i’ve loved you since the day we met. I’ll always love you, no matter what. If you even say no to this, i’ll be waiting for you so.....will you do the honor of marrying me?” he asked, opening the box showing a ring. I started crying and put a hand over my mouth, nodding. He got up and jumped around, then kissed me. As we parted once again, he placed the ring on my finger. I started crying some more as everyone came congratulate us!

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Im sorry I couldn’t do Amy or Kat, this would be way too long and im not sure if you’d like that so here’s just Ty/Merk/Eth for you @markiplierteamreactions