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trixree · 2 years

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1 MONTH LATE BUT HERE IT IS @kine-iende! I hope it does not disappoint! <3

It’s a rare thing that the 501st and 212th are dirtside on Coruscant together. Although, not quite as rare as it would be for any other two random battalions. No, given Kenobi and Skywalker’s close working relationship (although “working” is a loaded term; in Rex’s humble opinion, their relationship stutters along like a broken walker over rocky terrain, ori’vod and vod’ika that get along like two bulls locked in a very small cage made entirely of red bars) it happens to be that when the 212th gets leave, it’s a 50/50 shot that the 501st will, also.

And Rex isn’t complaining. He’ll take a day spent in Cody and Ahsoka’s company over Fives’ and Echo’s anyday, if only to give his constant stress migraine a rest. Although it is… strange to be left in a General’s apartment.

Kenobi’s berth at the Jedi Temple is a greenhouse. Thick green and yellow leaves clog up the windows, letting only slivers of sunlight through their sticky fingers, and climb inexorably from their ceiling baskets to the floors in great, tangled arms. Everything else is a perfect picture of tidiness— save for the terrifying and unknown Beyond of General Skywalker’s bedroom, hidden behind a firmly shut door. (Rex has seen the General’s quarters on their ship. He has no need to acquire yet another type of mold poisoning.)

“I’m hungry,” Ahsoka whines from her upside-down perch off the back of Kenobi’s couch. She digs her toes into Rex’s thigh to punctuate her displeasure.

Cody, sat on the opposite couch with a datapad and therefore free of Ahsoka’s torment, hums contemplatively. “Unfortunate,” he says.

“Reeeeexxxxxx,” she drawls, turning “x” into a snake-like hissing sound of misery.

“No.” He’d like to return to his novel. Unlike a certain Marshal Commander, Rex’s hobbies are actual leisure activities and not simply more datawork or strange, unending bouts of research on sustainable agriculture or whatever. Unlike said soulless automaton, Rex can enjoy a bit of fiction with his war and misery.

“You’re just gonna’ let me starve?”

“Yes.”

Cody huffs out a noiseless laugh. Without looking up from his two-thousand cell spreadsheet, he adds, “Starving is preferable to trying to choke down whatever Rex’ika cooks.”

False. Lies and slander.

“How do you know?” Rex asks, lowering his novel so as to fix Cody with his best glare.

Cody, still not looking up, arches a brow. “I’ve seen you soak a ration bar in caf overnight and eat it with a spoon in the morning.”

Ahsoka gags. Rex pushes her off the couch.

“Like you’re any better!”

Cody scoffs. “My skills are innumerable and outmatched.”

Two white and blue montrals peek out over the couch back like a gopher sticking its snout out of a hole. Predator-sharp teeth appear out from behind smiling lips. Ahsoka’s eyes double in size as she croons, “Ori’vod—”

“No,” Cody drawls.

“Pleaaaaaaase?”

“No.”

“But how else can you prove that you’re a better cook than Rex?”

Cody looks up. She has his attention, now. She is Rex’s cleverist vod’ika, but certainly not his favorite. No, she’s too clever to be a favorite. Too much of a pain in the shebs, her and her clever brain. Case in point, she has found the one thing that never fails to engage the beloved and feared Marshal Commander’s attention: competition.

“Go on,” Cody prompts, steepling his fingers under his chin.

Ahsoka points at the kitchen. “You and Rexy both cook me something and I judge whose food is better. Oh! And Skyguy and Master Obi can judge, too! When they come back from the meeting with the Chancellor!” She waggles her brow-markings at Cody in a terrible imitation of Fives’ patented eyebrow dance. “You’re gonna’ pass on an opportunity to woo Master Obi?”

Rex snorts. “Their idea of ‘wooing’ involves ancient poetry and kicking Grievous in the face-plate.”

“‘Four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature’ [1],” Cody sniffs. He stands, setting his datapad on the low caf table, and brushing invisible dirt from his dress greys.

“I have no idea what you just said,” Rex admits.

“I think he called you stupid,” Ahsoka offers.

“Fantastic.”

“And what are we making you, oh fine and esteemed judge?” Cody asks, carefully folding his sleeves to the elbow and already walking off towards the kitchen.

Ahsoka leaps up after him, hollering suggestions. With a heavy sigh, Rex follows. He knows he’s about to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter. No one does needless and petty competition like Cody does needless and petty competition. A trauma surgeon could challenge Cody to open heart surgery and Cody’s first question would be “where’s the OR?”

Ahsoka settles on pasta as she settles into a kitchen chair. Rex despairs at her inability to sit normally—she’s spun the thing around so that it’s back is at her front, arms folded over the top and pointy chin resting atop her folded hands, pleased as pie. Anakin sits normally. She must have picked it up from Cody’s problem-Jedi. Although Ahsoka’s take on the tradition involves considerably less draping and more acrobatic folding.

“Pasta,” Rex repeats. He watches Cody reach for something in the pantry only to get kicked in the shin. “Fuck!”

“No cheating,” Cody snaps. He hides his bounty behind his back, teeth and gums bared.

“Cheating?! How do I cheat at cooking?”

“By sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Cody replies.

“Yeah!” Ahsoka echoes.

“We haven’t even started yet,” Rex grits out through clenched teeth. Maybe he was wrong. Fives and Echo can’t possibly be more annoying than these two.

Cody tsks. “This is why you’re losing, Rex’ika.”

With a wordless noise of frustration, Rex throws open the pantry and starts looking for… ingredients. Ingredients for pasta. Which he totally knows how to make and absolutely knows what it looks like. He’s for sure had pasta before, right?

Right?

He paws through can after can of veg and… other substances, roots through a couple metal containers before deciding that they all just have dried leaves in them, and prods at the white powder in a paper bag labeled “FLOUR” in aurebesh.

“You doing okay there, Rexter?” Ahsoka teases.

“Silence from the gallery,” Rex shoots back.

A clicking and whoosing sound catches his attention and he turns to find that Cody already has a big metal pot on the stove and a small fire going. It must be a gas stove. Rex has never even seen one of those used before. The stoves on the ship are all electric.

Fuck.

He turns back to the pantry, shoves some things around, and declares, “Cody took all of the pasta so I don’t know what you expect me to do here.” Fucking saboteur.

Cody and Ahsoka blink at him.

“Rex,” Ahsoka says. Stops. Blinks at him.

“Vod’ika,” Cody says in a soothing tone. “Explain to me how what you are holding is not pasta.”

Rex looks down at the box in his hands. He’d picked it up to get it out of the way of his line of sight. The box says “FARFALLE” above a picture of a very sharp looking bow-shaped necktie. “Uh,” he stalls.

Cody waits.

“Uh.”

Ahsoka stands up and claps her hands together once. “Well,” she says, but with a “p” at the end, sounding like welp, and then adds, “Cody wins!”

“This victory is Pyrrhic,” Cody says.

“I haven’t even started,” Rex protests.

“You’re done, Rexter. You’re done. Go sit down,” Ahsoka soothes. Cody nods somberly. She takes him gently by the shoulders and attempts to steer him back to the couch.

Rex digs his heels in. “Wait, is this pasta? This is not pasta. Right? Right?”

“Poor dumb Rex,” Ahsoka tuts.

“Hey! I'm right here!"

"I will have silence from the gallery. Let there be silence. I am cooking. Stop causing a scene, Rex. I raised you better than that."

[1] Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1

#speed commissions #trxiree writes #commander cody my beloved #captain rex my beloved #ahsoka tano #let the clones cook pasta dinner for each other #i think that would have ended the clone wars #implied codywan

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oceansssblue · 12 days

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If you're still taking clone requests, I would LOVE to see something cute and domestic! A couple ideas I've been rotating in my head lately:

-Fives and reader messing around in the kitchen together, making dinner, dancing to stupid music and teasing each other's cooking skills, which inevitably ends in a huge mess (and dinner probably being forgotten about...)

-Wrecker getting sick and being forced into bed despite trying to keep working. It's totally against his will at first, but soon he starts to enjoy the chance to be soft and gentle. The reader finally convinces him to let them take care of him for once, assuring him that he doesn't always have to be the strong one

-Echo and the reader discussing starting a family, Echo expressing his doubts about what kind of father he would be and the reader reassuring him, telling him how much they love watching him with Omega and how good a father he'd be. The more they talk about it the more excited Echo gets at the idea

Hope these sparked something for you! Have a great day :)

Okay okay! Decided to do the two bottom ones as I've already done a kitchen fluffy one with fives and got a few for him requested as well (one of which I'll be working on next).

They're short, since I wanted to do both of then in the same post under the cut. Hope you like them, enjoy!

"BED REST"

TBB REQUESTS– WRECKER/GN READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: none

Somehow, inherently with being a big, strong person, Wrecker was used to helping people. Maybe it was just Wrecker's personality on itself; the way he felt truly happy when taking care of someone, being part of the solution to someone's problem. Wether it be physicall help or kind words, it made him feel warm.

What Wrecker wasn't used to, however, was to be taken care of. Well, he had a very close relationship with his brothers, and they always had an eye out for each other; but it wasn't like that. It didn't soothe any deeper emotional part of him. It was more of a... physical safety check of sorts. Tech had actually suggested to integrate a monthly therapy session to talk about their respective feelings years ago; but it hadn't ended up being a reality, lost instead in his never ending line of hypothetical ideas.

Maybe that's the reason why Wrecker doesn't say anything about the way he's feeling himself. Maybe that's the reason why he puts up a big smile on his face and sits through the presentation of your project as if he's not feeling downright awful. He's so kind and sweet even in his state you don't even notice it until you're actually home with him; and you see him pulling up an uncomfortable expression when he watches you take out some pasta from your fridge.

"Wrecker?" You look at him confused and slightly worried. "Are you feeling okay, honey?"

Wrecker tries to smile again; but his expresion falls and he quickly takes a hand to his stomach, putting slight preasure to it.

You frown and close the fridge, abandoning the tupper back inside of it and aproaching him closely. You carefully place your hand on his wide shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling ill?" You guess.

Wrecker hesitates.

"Oh, it's nothing" he quickly answers, even with his face twisting in pain. "Just my stomach being whinny".

You smile and caress his shoulder. Poor Wrecker, trying to ignore himself to push through your presentation and make you happy. You can't have him suffering.

"Why don't you go lay down on bed for a bit? I'll make you some tea and be right there" you suggest.

Wrecker frowns in disagreement.

"Oh, no, love, there's no need. I'm fine, really. I'll probably be as good as new in a pair of hours".

You're a little confused as by why he's so reluctant to admit he's not doing good and let you help. You try to soothe him with another caress and a smile; gentle expression on your face.

"And you can rest til you do" you insist, softly but firm, leaving no space for him to evade you.

Wrecker glances to the side.

"Oh, uh... Love..." he suddenly exhales deeply, as if surrendering, and adds in an embarassed tone "I just don't want you to feel like you need to fuss over me. I can take care of myself".

You blink slowly. Ah. You might be starting to see the problem. Maybe it's related with the fact that he's a soldier; always the hero, the saviour, and not the damsel in distress. Maybe it's just that he's Wrecker; always strong and efficient. Well...

"You don't have to be strong with me all the time" you whisper to him, closing up the distance between each others faces and nuzzling your nose with his, affectionately. "I know you can take care of yourself, Wreck, but I want to take care of you too".

Wrecker sighs, and you know you've almost got him convinced, so you continue.

"You always take such good care of me, love. I want to take care of you now. Wanna make you feel loved and safe. Let me, please?"

Wrecker melts and finally nods. You give him a little smile and direct him to your bedroom. Your boyfriend slowly lays in bed, with his back against the wall, watching you hesitantly; you give him a peck on the cheek before returning to the kitchen and quickly putting up together the best of your teas. You think it might help to settle Wrecker's stomach.

You go back to your bedroom with it in your hand; and you carefully pass it to Wrecker, who inmediately gives it an exploratory sip. He humms in aproval; and you find a spot besides him, both of your thighs pressed together.

You patiently wait til Wrecker has finished his tea and has left the empty cup on your nightstand. Then, you slowly direct the clone to scooch downwards and place his head on your lap. You caress his head, then his shoulders and chest; soothing patterns with the sole purpose to comfort him.

Wrecker melts. This was better than what he had thought of at first. He thought it might be uncomfortable, relinquishing control to some other person, being the one in need; but oh, this is great, with your soft hands and your tender words. He might grow to even like it.

Your hands squeeze a sore spot on his shoulder and he groans.

Yeah. He will.

THE END.

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"TO PLAN A FAMILY"

TBB REQUESTS – ECHO/F READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: Mentions of prosthetics and starting a family.

You first noticed it at the end of your first year dating Echo. The lingering glances, the way he seemed to grow lost in his thoughts, how he sighed deeply as if there was something pulling at his heart. You became observant throughout the first part of that second year together; and you reached your conclusion. It's always Hunter and Omega.

They're incredibly sweet, both of them. It's warming to see them interact together in their own special father and daughter relationship. Hunter's firm and always attentive; Omega in his teenager era trying to be more independent. Trying to show everyone she's capable, though you all know she is.

Inevitably, you start paying more attention to Echo's own interactions with the blond girl. For some reason, Omega has always saved a special spot on her heart for Echo; and since you returned with him to the Marauder after a last dangerous mission with Rex and the Rebellion, she has grown even closer to the man that holds your own heart.

It makes you melt, the way he takes care of her. How he teaches her and how he patiently waits for her to replicate his lesson; gentle hands redirecting her and a proud, small smile pulling on his lips when she achieves it. When things get hard, and Omega grows sad or restless, Echo talks her through it; voice soft but not masking reality, helping her understand and process that things can't always be as they want to, but that there's always a reason to keep trying. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest when you think on how many times this wonderful man has said those same words to himself.

"Echo" you whisper his name one night when you can't keep holding it in. He slowly turns in bed towards you and hums sleeply. You brace yourself for any possible reaction of his. "Do you ever want to have kids?"

At first, Echo seems to freeze. Then he blinks twice, as if he is trying to move on from the fact that you've actually asked him this question out loud; and then he sighs quietly.

"I don't know if I should, to start with" he answers, voice barely audible in the silence of your bedroom.

You frown, lost.

"Why not?"

Echo mirrors your position in front of him; laying on one side of his body with his prosthetic knees slightly bent and head resting on his left bycep.

His eyes move away from yours, glancing down in that reserved way of his that indicate he's feeling a mix of contradicting emotions. You know him well by now.

"We're not living the safest of lifes, cyare. What kind of father would I be if I had to dissapear to help Rex here and there, or put my son through a constant runaway? Besides... They just might get scared of me".

You know the last statement refers to his appearance –you haven't met him before, so you've always seen this shape of his hot as fuck–; and you gently clasp his shoulder with your hand.

"Don't say that" you answer, softly. "They won't. They won't care if you have methalic legs or arms or a headset. They'd love you just the same, just like I do. It's what good families do".

Echo stays silent, thoughtfull. He shimmies forward in bed so that you're touching now; one of your thighs quickly moving over his hip and snuggling together, noses touching and nuzzling slowly.

"Would you?" He finally asks you. "Have kids?"

Your heart beats steadily inside your chest. You can't lie to him.

"Yes" you whisper, hand moving to caress his cheek delicately. You sigh, wishful, and you confess "I love watching you with Omega. You've just got the perfect ammount of gentleness, firmness, patience and honesty. I can't help but imagine you crouching down to explain something to a little Echo as well".

You kiss him sweetly and whisper in front of his lips "You'd be a great father, riduur".

Echo makes a sound with the back of his throat, pulling you tigther towards him. You close your eyes in the embrace.

Echo pictures it in his mind. A smaller version of himself and you, a perfect mix, running around and asking innocent questions to the both of you. How you'd look with him in your arms and how much you'd both love him. It's so beautiful in his mind it suddenly hurts for it not to be real.

Echo hums and conceeds.

"We can talk thorugh it seriously tomorrow" he agrees, pulling a radiant hopeful smile on your face "But right now it's late, and we both need to sleep".

You nod enthusiastically. You know you won't be able to for at least another hour, too excited at the possibility of your recents dream becoming true; but you'll just close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat.

You give his lips a peck and glance downwards. You tap his prosthetics with your index.

"You gonna take this today, mesh'la?" You ask him casually.

Once thing you have learned is that Echo doesn't like his physical problems to be treated as if he were made of glass. He understands the empathy; but it makes him uncomfortable, sometimes. By now, after two years together, you've already perfectioned your ways; and the best one is to just be normal about it, not to avoid it or tone it down. Echo's dissabled, but not uncapable. There's an abism of a difference.

"Yeah" Echo answers, moving to search the joints and attachments to abandon his prosthetic legs to the side. "My hips hurt today".

You hum and patiently wait for him to pull them off, leaving them carefully on the floor, before he rolls back towards you and you instanctly welcome him back into your arms.

You kiss him again and yawn.

"We'll take a warm bath tomorrow and I'll give you a nice massage afterwards" you offer, growing sleepy.

Echo smiles.

"You're too good to me" he whispers, cuddling closer.

You hum in disagreement.

"I'm as good as you deserve".

That night, you both dream of your own little family.

THE END.

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taraaaa! Two in one love, u can't complain! Hahahaha. I hope you liked them, they ended up really fluffy and sweet on my opinion.

I'll be writing either a Fives or Tech request next, stay stunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to general masterlist here!

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years

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I am here to ask for some goooood Doom content 🙏🏽

I decided to do relationship headcanons because why not lol

@mxndalorians also requested these headcanons

Commander Doom relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

SFW

Doom may seem like a hardcore badass but he’s a big ol’ softie

He’s a sweetheart but he’s also a flirt

Luckily, Doom is smooth as fuck

You don’t even know he’s flirting he’s so smooth

He’d definitely be the one to ask you out first

Of course in a romantic way

Doom would take you to some nice dinner

He’d continue to take you on sweet dates, most being romantic walks and such

Doom would eventually woo you into a relationship

Your dates would then start being at your apartment

It would mostly just be you two relaxing at your apartment

But he still takes you out sometimes, his hand in yours

Doom doesn’t care about pda. He is very handsy, especially in public

You’re his! Why hide the fact?

Sometimes, while cuddling, he’ll tell you stories from his many battles

He loves telling you stories. It’s one of the ways he shows off

He loves to impress you in many ways.

Sometimes Doom will try to make you dinner! He can only cook a few things though

So I hope you like pasta!

If you ever make him food you’ll never get rid of him

Doom basically moves in with you once he comes over like twice

He’s like a big stray cat

You take him shopping to go buy some comfy sleeping clothes and some civilian clothes

Doom loves shopping and style. So you two are out for a while

He makes you see everything he tries on, just so he can show off

He gets a lot of new clothes that day.

Doom won’t wear a hood if an outfit has one. He needs to show off the many earrings in each ear!

He takes pride in his piercings.

Also loves his dreads and showing them off!

He’s very into the punk look, and damn does it fit him

Doom loves leather jackets, but also shirts where he can show off his tattoo sleeves

He has two tattoo sleeves, both have forest and nature like designs

He loves it when you trace them, especially when you two take bubble baths

Doom loves bubble baths, he enjoys relaxing in them with you

Plus he thinks they’re romantic

He is always calling you by pet names!! Especially “My heart.” and “My love.”

Doom is very level headed and pretty relaxed, but he still has PTSD

So he has trouble falling asleep and he has bad nightmares

When you cuddle him, his head on your chest, he sleeps like a baby most of the time

He’s an open book, he’s always willing to talk about his emotions and issues

Doom is always up to listen to yours, and he’s very very supportive

The romantic show off is actually a great listener, believe it or not

Doom has two different colored eyes.

His left eye is a bright emerald green and his right is a dark doe brown

You had no idea he was color blind until way later in your relationship

Doom is very embarrassed by it, and he tries to not let it affect him

Everytime you call his eyes beautiful he blushes like a fucking fool

He always compliments you, but when you compliment him he doesn’t know how to handle it

It’s adorable

Remember how I said he’s very handsy in public?

Well if you grab his ass or anything in public he’s a blushing mess.

It’s very easy to fluster this commander

Doom would probably say “I love you” first

He’d always remind you of his, mainly by actions

When he’s away on missions he tries to comm you often, just so you know he’s alright

Doom is touch starved as hell, so it makes him kind of clingy

So after missions he needs cuddles! He missed you and your touch so much!

Once Doom falls for you, he falls hard

Doom will love you with all of his heart and he’ll never let you forget it

NSFW

Mr. Romance knows a thing or two

But you’ll still have to teach him some things, but it doesn’t take him long to learn

Doom has that good clone memory and he learns quick

After a lesson or two, he knows your body perfectly

Doom soon learns that he absolutely loves pleasuring you, he can’t get enough of your noises

Some nights he’ll draw orgasm after orgasm from you, but other nights he’ll tease you till you’re almost in tears

He’s a big teaser

Since he’s a show off he might tease you all day with simple things

He’s an asshole and he fucking knows it

Doom will 100% tease you in public, he can never keep his hands to himself

If you tease him back in public it will most likely lead to public sex,

At first he gets flustered and such at first, but then he just gets needy

He isn’t afraid to fuck you anytime, anywhere.

Doom is very very patient, but if you do the teasing he loses all patience

You two end up playing a lot of games, mainly ones where you see who snaps first

Doom is kinky as fuck, so he will try anything you want to try

Like I said, he’s an open book. So he’ll talk to you about his kinks

He loves trying things out with you! It keeps things interesting!!

You know what else keeps things interesting? His nipple piercings

If you even touch one of the silver rings he gets riled up. They’re very sensitive

Doom is a switch. So when you top him make sure to tease those rings

Also grab his hair. He has pretty long dreads that are perfect for grabbing

Doom is pretty vocal, he never holds back his pleasure

He moans like a slut when he’s being topped though

Doom has many kinks, but he really enjoys bondage and games

His favorite thing though? Oral.

Doom is a god when it comes to giving oral

His mouth is so skilled it’s dangerous.

He always wakes up before you do, it’s his favorite way to wake you up

Doom cannot get enough of your taste!!

When he isn’t giving you oral his lips are still attacking your skin somehow

Doom can’t help but mark you up

Doom loves receiving oral, but he can lose control

If he’s not tied down he’ll end up fucking your throat

Doom has a breeding kink, but he doesn’t want children until after the war

So he’ll cum anywhere!

If you tease him in public enough, causing him to ruin his pants, he’ll punish you real good

Remember how I said Doom loves praise?? Well if you praise him he loses it!

He has a praise kink, both receiving and giving

Doom is very romantic, so after a romantic evening he’ll fuck you slow and intimately

He loves those soft romantic nights, but he’ll still take you roughly

He may be romantic, but he loves his animal sex

Doom loves bubble baths, which mostly lead to bathtub sex

He just thinks they’re fun

Remember, Doom will fuck you anytime, anywhere.

This means he’s fucked you everywhere in your apartment

Doom is very caring with aftercare

He mumbles sweet nothings to you as he cleans you both up with a warm rag

If you two have energy he may even suggest a hot shower

No matter what, you’ll fall asleep in the warm embrace of your loving commander

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#commander doom #commander doom x you #commander doom x reader #commander doom x y/n #doom

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lothioriien · 4 years

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richie tozier and his zoomer teen: headcanons

A/N: I tried keeping this as gender neutral as possible, but idk it’s a lil implied that the kid’s a girl. i’m trying to learn how to write gender neutral stuff :”)

By teenager, I mean around 16-17! High school age!!

Enjoy!

Sometime in the early 2000s, famous comedian Richard Tozier went to a party and came home with a woman.

oh yeah they deffo got it on that night

But that was a one night stand kind of thing, and Richie didn’t have any contact with her until about a year later.

He got up the couch one early evening to the ringing of his doorbell, and found a basket and a bag filled with baby food, diapers, and clothes perched on his doorstep

And in the basket? A small child, an apology note from the mother, and a birth certificate with his name listed as the father.

Oh boy did his life completely change after that.

It was him and the child, against the world.

but let’s skip the details on him struggling to take care of an infant first and move on a bit to when the kid’s older.

You, of course, are the baby that was left on his doorstep, and Richie tried to be the best father he could be despite his touring career as a comedian.

He’d bring you to the shows, even if you didn’t understand a thing that went on, though eventually when you’d help him write some material when you were older.

Constantly touring with him as a kid meant you were homeschooled. But that didn’t stop you from having a social life. You’d be friends with a lot of his fellow comedians, and John Mulaney was your ultimate favorite friend of his.

you just loved the very tall and gangly twelve year old looking man named uncle john.

Your academic life though was not too bad. You’re pretty intelligent, but when it came to maths, oh boy.

As a kid, you’d ask Richie constantly about math. He’d hate the school curriculum you had because math was different back when he was younger. He’d always help you, but it was mostly the internet just teaching you both.

You’d introduce him to vines (through iconic vine compilation videos), but mostly because he was so confused with this new language you were speaking.

Eventually he’d say some vines back to you and it’d come off so weird cause he’s a 40 year old white dad. You love him, nonetheless, and appreciate the effort

A lot of your instagram stories or snapchat stories are you filming him as you sing “You are my dad! You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!”

He found it cute at first, where he would smile at you hiding behind your phone and hug you after cause dang he loves his kid so much and would die for you

then later, he’s evidently so annoyed because you do it constantly. As in he takes off his glasses, puts his head in his hands and just sighs so loudly.

When tiktok became the new vine, you were on the app every single day, making it a goal of yours to become tiktok famous.

You’d force your dad to do tiktoks with you

“I love my daddy. he is my superhero”

“Famous relative check!”

BUT THE PERFECT AUDIO

“Don’t look at me like that.” “YOU’RE MY DAD. BOOGIEWOOGIEWOOGIE!”

Gaining some clout because he is a pretty famous comedian 👀

Saying “ok boomer” to him when he’d annoy you

But then he’d clap back by being like “What the fuck Y/N. I was born in 1976, i’m not that old.”

“Yeah but sometimes you think like a boomer.”

“Ok, zoomer.”

“Dad. No. Get out.”

He’s really chill with you swearing. You definitely got that habit from him.

“What the actual fuck, Richard.”

“At least have the fucking decency to call me dad, Y/N.”

He got you into video games at a young age. Every time there was a new console or a new interesting game out, you’d both be up early to go out and get the said console/game.

And in each game you’d play, there would be hilarious commentary.

it’s basically that video with bill hader playing god of war with conan but imagine that and a zoomer’s feral energy combined.

He also got you into becoming a cinephile. Though unlike him, you read the books before watching the movie.

Marathoning a bunch of tv series together and you can never watch any new episode without him. Friday nights were reserved especially for it.

Richie can’t fucking cook for the life of him. Growing up, it was always take out, pizza, instant noodles, or mac and cheese.

He tried learning how to cook, he really did. But it was just so bad that eventually you’d learn how to do it. Then you’d try to teach him how too.

But did he get better as a cook?? Not really.

He once accidentaly set almost the whole kitchen on fire when he tried making pasta when you were 15.

“DAD, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PUT WATER IN THE POT FOR PASTA.”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT? I JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU!”

“I APPRECIATE THE GESTURE BUT PLEASE DON’T EVER TRY TO COOK AGAIN.”

The following morning, he got up and learned how to make pancakes with sausages, bacon, and eggs.

It was damn good, and by far the best thing he ever made.

So his pancakes became a regular thing.

On casual dinner nights at home, he’d let you have a drink with him and be drinking buddies. He taught you how to drink and be safe with drinks (cause we stan a protective father amirite)

Speaking of protective father, he’d be so picky and open about the people you’d date

“Really Y/N? That person? They’re fucking trash and you know it. You deserve better, sweetie.”

“But dad. They’re hot.”

“That’s still a no from me, kiddo.”

Having the most random, yet somehow meaningful conversations with Richie, yet roasting him at the same time.

“Y/N, do you think I would be classified as a papi by people.”

“No. You still wear hawaiian shirts over a t-shirt. You’re too tacky for that. You’re a papa, not a papi.”

But somehow, you also adopt his fashion style?

Cause hawaiian shirts are pretty cool? Very John Deacon ala 80s aesthetic?

And then he roasts you back from the time you called him tacky.

“Respect the drip, Richard.”

Even though you always poke fun at each other, you guys are actually so open with each other and just talk about anything and everything.

Oh no when you first got your period, he was panicking and nearly bought the entire aisle of pads and tampons because he was so clueless

Meeting the Losers Club was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. You didn’t know what to expect of them or what they’d expect from you.

You clung to your dad the whole time, watching him reunite with his childhood friends. Each one of them had a look of surprise and confusion the moment they laid their eyes on you.

They found you to be like a mini-me of Richie, as both of you were clad in printed/hawaiian shirts and glasses.

“Jeez, Richie. Why’d you decide to bring a fucking clone of yourself?” asked Eddie.

“That’s my kid, you dumbass! Eddie, this is Y/N.”

“No shit, you have a kid! You got married, dipshit?”

“No, uh, it’s just them and me.”

You decided to butt in jokingly, “Joe was in the picture for a while too,”

“Joe? Who the fuck is Joe?” The minute Eddie asked this, Richie knew what was coming next.

“Joe mama.” Thus receving a high five from your father and a groan from Eddie.

at first, everyone else would not believe Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier had his very own kid, but the minute you started to get comfortable and joke around, it really clicked for them.

“There’s no doubt they’re Richie’s kid. Look at them! They’re basically a carbon copy of him!” Eddie would have exclaimed.

You‘re very liberal and open-minded, supporting the LGBT+ community and such, but you didn’t really know Richie’s stance on it.

Perhaps it was because he’d been surpressing his feelings for a specific boy from his childhood for almost his entire life, and he didn’t really talk about that topic so much.

But when you saw the chemistry between your dad and Uncle Eds, you sensed a little something there on both ends.

always saying a specific vine under your breath when you see them “two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay” (thank you to for this hc)

OKAY UNCLE EDS LIVES IN THIS AND HE’S DEFFO A BIG PART OF YOUR LIFE AFTER ONE SPECIAL TRIP TO DERRY, MAINE.

You’d say the vine so much, Richie eventually heard it and pulled you aside.

“Y/N, I- how did you know?”

“Know what dad?”

It took a little while for him to come up with the proper words to say. How was he gonna break this to you?

“Y/N..honey, I’ve had feelings for your Uncle Eds ever since we were kids. I-i don’t know, it really scared me as a kid to feel that way so I never talked about it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, kiddo, I’m gay.”

“Huh? I thought you were American?”

the man was basically on the verge of tears. He was so tense, he almost forgot to breathe. But the moment you hugged him and told him that it’s okay, that you love him so much, and that you’re so proud of him, he wrapped you in the biggest bear hug and cried. You cried too.

A/N: Imma end it here for now :)

So sorry it took forever!! I hope you enjoyed!!

Let me know if you want a part 2! 🤪

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raventons · 6 years

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99 q/a for 2017

1. What’s the toughest decision you made today? To get out of bed after a 3 hour nap.

2. What’s the toughest decision you made this year? I would say turning around at the airport, not going to Moscow, deciding my mental health is more important than that trip. However, I was just following my fear, which is quite an easy feeling to follow. And I have not once found myself second guessing that call. I am not one to dwell too much on decisions like that. I honestly contemplate more about what I’m having for dinner, or what underwear to buy – and I always end up regretting or celebrating those decisions more.

3. What’s the toughest decision you ever made? Once I spent over an hour deciding if I wanted carbonara or caciatora. I went with caciatora, and that day I learned that if you are in doubt, you should always go with what your dinner company orders. My dad got carbonara, and it was out of this world. If you order the same thing as your date, it might still be the lesser option, but at least you will not know what you are missing. As an intellectual, this is one of the conclusions I’m the most proud of.

4. What have you forgotten? Almost all the math I was taught in high school.

5. If you were guaranteed the answer to one question, what would it be? I would love to know who is answering me, and how they got the ability to answer any question ever.

6. What’s it like being you right now? Better than it has been. A lot better. I’d say good.

7. What makes you nostalgic? Lenny Kravitz, long car rides, the soundtrack of midsummer murders and the smell of old Swedish cabin in a Småland forest (we all know that smell).

8. If you had two hours left on earth what would you do? Sit close to my parents, and talk about our life together. And tell them how grateful I am and how happy they’ve made me.

9. What’s the most beautiful word in the world? The Swedish Blockchoklad or the Russian Nemnoga

10. Who makes you laugh more than anyone? Alex, no doubt.

11. What did your father teach you? How to show affection, how to make people laugh, how to interact with strangers, how to put together a good outfit, how to cook and pretty much everything I know on economy and religion. And how much it means to have amazing parents that never, not even once, let you down.

12. What did your mother teach you? How to not give a shit about anyone’s opinion, how to appreciate simplicity, how to be a storyteller, how to calm down when afraid, how to love without giving yourself up, how to be badass and pretty much everything I know on literature, self-esteem and really bad British crime stories. And how much it means to have amazing parents that never, not even once, let you down.

13. What’s the best gift you’ve ever given? An orange moose I gave to my dad. It was really cheap and dumb, but he had just been diagnosed with a chronical disease (he is much better now) and everything just seemed to fall apart. So I did what any good daughter would do, I bought him a stuffed animal. It made him smile. And he still keeps it by his bedside. It’s called the vomit moose, since that was the most… obvious symptom at the time.

14. Best gift you ever received? My friend Lin gave me a card once with pictures and drawings of us. I love it and still have it ten years later.

15. How many times a day do you look in the mirror? Way too many.

16. What do you bring most to a friendship? I’d like to think I am funny. I talk too much, and always about the wrong and often quite strange things, but when I’m in the right mood and they’re in the right mood; I’d say I am funny.

17. If 100 people in your age group were selected randomly, how many do you think they’d find leading a happier life than you? Very few if we are talking happy as in privileged. I am so very lucky and have had so many fortunate turns in my life.

18. What is or was your best subject in school? Social science.

19. What activity do you do that makes you feel most like yourself? Writing.

20. What makes you feel supported? I do. (Wow, I am actually quite proud of that answer, but it is true. Sometimes I look for help or motivation in others, but confidence and shit I truthfully only find in myself).

21. Whom do you secretly admire? Secretly? No one. I admire a lot of people, and I think I make sure to tell them.

22. What time of the day do you feel the most energetic and what do you usually do in those moments? Noon. Usually waste that energy on procrastination.

23. What’s something you never leave home without? Pants.

24. What’s a recurring dream you have? Teeth falling out. Or organs. I quite often have nightmares about some stuff that is supposed to be inside or attached to my body suddenly isn’t.

25. What makes you feel safe? Blankets and tea.

26. What’s the best thing that ever happened to you? Discovering international law as my field of work.

27. What do you want people to say about you once you’re gone? That I was smart.

28. What’s the coolest thing about science? Well… let’s go with nature science, because my field of research is not cool at all. I think it’s about the fact that nature is there. It’s not something we invent or solve, it’s something we discover. It’s all written, all the answers are out there somewhere. All the equations, all the numbers, they all correspond to a reality we only see fragments of. It’s like humanity is reading a book together, and the physicists and biologists flip the pages. And for each chapter we find out more and more about how the world around us works.

29. What’s the best money you ever spent? My skinny, black jeans.

30. What’s a bad habit you have? Listening to bad music. I don’t want to support sexist or racist producers. Still here I am, having my playlists filled with pop about grabbing pussies. I’m also weirdly addicted to marzipan.

31. What are you grateful for? My professors and a free education.

32. Whom are you envious of? Almost everyone. But it varies, passes and comes back. It depends on the day. Or the hour.

33. What’s an image you’ll never forget? Well, I have to go with a few summers ago when me and a former classmate ended up skinny dipping in a sunset down at Österlen. But actually, the first thing that came to mind was the real holocaust footage that was included in the TV-show The Promise. I had to leave the room, could not finish the series and I still think about it quite often.

34. Describe a near-death experience. My brain thinks I have one daily, but I don’t think I’ve ever had one. Once I got my luggage lost in Russia, and we had to drive around downtown St Petersburg for hours in a shady cab. It was all fine and no hostile environment what so ever, but when I tell the story it really sounds quite near-death.

35. If you had a clone, what would you have the clone do? Dishes.

36. What’s your idea of Heaven? A lot of cozy spots by windows with rain outside. Good food, good tea and good conversation. A book shelf would be nice too.

37. What’s your idea Hell? Bad food, bad tea and bad conversation.

38. When did you know? Did I ever?

39. What can you do better? I could be more structured. I literally have no routines at all.

40. When are you most yourself? When I am alone, covered in loud music.

41. What superpower would you most like to have? Time travelling but without all the complicated world-war-shit to come with it.

42. If you were granted three wishes, what would you do with the second wish? Fix up the UN.

43. What is your actual superpower? I am very, very analytic. I am also amazing at app games.

44. If you won 100 million dollars, what would you buy first? I would love to own a goat. But well, that’s more of a management problem than an actual money problem.

45. What's the best sound in the world? Waves. Or someone biting in chocolate.

46. What’s perfect about your life? My parents. And Amanda. She is a wonderful person.

47. What song do you sing only when you’re alone and what memory does it bring back? Min Kärlek av Shirley Clamp. And there is no memories connected, it’s just fucking brilliant.

48. Describe a moment you were so embarrassed you wanted to disappear. When I was 8 we had a quiz in class, and I answered cow instead of turtle (I will NOT tell you the question).

49. How many times a day do you think about money? Every time I use it.

50. Who has been the biggest influence on you in your relationship to money? My parents.

51. What's one thing you're certain of? Cows don’t have shells.

52. Describe one of your colossal failures. I think I just did.

53. What makes you cringe? People trying to make memes a thing you can refer to in real life.

54. What does your inner voice tell you? To shut up. I tell it the same.

55. What crime have you considered committing? I don’t even bike without a helmet. I am a pussy.

56. What's great about your mom? Her hair is amazing.

57. What’s great about your dad? His hair is not so very amazing (and I inherited it) but he has other good qualities. He collects post-cards for example. That’s pretty cool.

58. Which day would you gladly re-live? The day in third grade when I won the egg-cracking championship at our school.

59. What are you awesome at? Egg-cracking, obviously.

60. What do you want people you meet for the first time to think about you? That I seem decent.

61. When were you most afraid? Berlin, 2014.

62. What are you terrible at but love to do anyway? Sex, probably.

63. What weapon would you carry during the Zombie Apocalypse? An axe or a sword. Or a nuke, if bad goes to worse.

64. Which of your five senses would you keep if you could only keep one? I would like to hear shit.

65. What’s something you love to make? Pancakes.

66. What do you cook better than anyone? This weird ass pasta with butter. It’s unhealthy but so damn good.

67. What do you wish you’d invented? The airplane. Or well… the flying machine or whatever it was called when it was invented.

68. What would you like to invent? A new UN system.

69. Out of 100 random people, where would you rank yourself in terms of your intelligence? Pretty high.

70. Where do you want to be right now? Venice.

71. If you could be someone else for a day who would it be and why? Graham Norton. He seems so happy. And he is funny and smart and his job seems to be really cool.

72. What makes you feel powerful? My Hans Zimmer playlist.

73. What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said? Considering how empty my brain is right now, I think it has done quite some work on supressing those memories.

74. What’s the meanest thing someone has ever said to you? Actually, most people are nice. I don’t think anyone has ever been really mean to me. Sometimes I get hurt, when people say I am pretentious or annoying. But the only reason they say that (and the only reason it hurts) is it’s true.

75. What three words would you have on your grave stone? Let me sleep.

76. What’s your first thought when you wake up? Let me sleep.

77. What’s one thing you wake up to in the middle of the night worrying about? Usually if I have cancer in the prostate since I need to pee ALL the time. But then I remember I am a female.

78. If you could tell someone something anonymously, what would it be? I would tell my cousin Johan to never be insecure about anything. He is probably the most awesome, complete and admirable person in the world.

79. Whom would you like to forgive and forget? The people who made two and a half men.

80. If you could get rid of one of your responsibilities today, what would it be? Dishes.

81. What type of person angers you the most? Extreme right wingers who grew up in a place where they had a choice. Of course you can’t blame people for reacting to the environment around them, and get affected by their culture – but people who grow up with access to information and without oppression – how on earth did you make those conclusions?

82. What is your greatest strength? I’m confident about my intellect.

83. What is your worst weakness? I’m insecure about pretty much everything else.

84. How do you show your love for others? Tiny surprises. It can be buying them flowers, cleaning their apartment or just answering a two years old text and apologize for forgetting their existence.

85. Why are you here in this room right now? It’s 10 degrees minus outside.

86. When is a time you forgave someone or were forgiven for something? I forgave myself for not doing the dishes. It felt good.

87. What’s the biggest mistake you ever made? Talking too much. I always talk too much. It’s not one big mistake at one certain event. But it keeps on happening and I never fucking learn.

88. What are you hiding? Nothing.

89. What’s your unanswerable question--the question you seem to always be asking yourself? Can there be true objectivity?

90. What are you ashamed of? My fetishes.

91. What is stopping you? Panic attacks. Or walls, mostly.

92. What’s a secret you have? I really have no idea what I am going to do with my life.

93. How do you secretly manipulate people to get your way? I don’t do this on purpose, but I’ve noticed it happening without actively thinking about it. I usually express a will to rely on people, and come across as weak and fragile, making them think I need their help and protection – when I am really just better of on my own.

94. When was the last time you apologized? This morning.

95. What is the biggest lie you tell yourself? That I am a cool and mysterious person that people look up to.

96. What’s the moment you left childhood behind? Probably when I moved out from home and went grocery shopping for the first time. Deciding if I needed milk or not was my first ever adult decision.

97. What's missing from your life? Structure. And home cooked meals.

98. Do you believe in a higher power? No.

99. What are you ready to let go of? About half my closet and my fear of flying.

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The next step

Marinette and Adrien have been married for a year now, are they ready for the next step? Slight sin Adrinette ---------------------------------------- Marinette Dupain-Cheng sat at her kitchen counter, drawing away in her sketch pad humming away quietly. Tikki smiled "That looks amazing Marinette! The bride and bridesmaids will all look beautiful!" Tikki praised her chosen who smiled and patted her Kwami's head. "I hope so, considering the one getting married is my best friend and I'm head bridesmaid" Marinette giggled. Nino had proposed to Ayla about two months ago, the journalist immediately hired Marinette to design her wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses to which of course the blue haired girl said yes to. Marinette was happy for her friend, she remembered how she felt when Adrien proposed to her, and how she felt on her actual wedding day. It was honestly the happiest day of Marinettes life. The two agreed to hold off on children though, Marinette's business was just starting to take off back then, after she worked as Jagged Stones personal designer for a while during college before he retired. Adrien had gone to work in physics and then went for his teaching degree, he now teaches at their old high school. The two live in a wonderful two bedroomed apartment, of course one bedroom was for the both of them and the other....the other wa currently unused, it was supposed to be where Marinette worked but she preferred to sit in the kitchen to work so she can look out the window and have inspiration. Biting her pen as a thought came back to her, they could occupy that room, they had put it off but Marinette now thought they were ready, it would be a year next week that they have been married, maybe they should take the next step. She smiled. "What don't think Tikki?" Marinette turned to the small ladybug like creature. The Kwami smiled and kissed her chosens cheek. "I think you've already made your decision Marinette, you haven't taken a certain pill today I noticed" Marinette blushed at Tikki's words, but smiled. "Then I'm telling Adrien tonight, I'm telling him if he is, then I'm ready to have a baby" --------------------------------------- The front door opened and Marinette shot up from the counter after falling asleep. She yawned and stretched just in time for her husband to come through. "Hello my Lady, I missed you today" He came up behind her and kissed her cheek making her giggle. " You say that everyday silly kitty" she replied as she spun round on the chair to face him. He bent down just before their lips touched and whispered. "Because everyday it's true, I miss you more and more everyday bugaboo" he closed the gap and kissed her softly, Marinette wrapped her hands around his neck letting him pick her up and plop her on the kitchen counter, their lips never leaving each other. "Yuck really? You two have been together 5 years and married for one of those years and you still act like the lovesick teenagers you were when you two first got together" came a voice making the two jump apart. "And you still interrupt every chance you get! Do you really have to do that Plagg?" Adrien groaned. "There's a time and a place kid, the in the kitchen is not one" Plagg replied. Marinette giggled and kissed Adrien nose "We'll continue this later kitty, in the bedroom, where we can leave him in another room" with that she laid another kiss on his lips before jumping down and going to start dinner. Adrien groaned again but for a different reason this time. "You're a tease princess" he replied, he kissed her cheek and got ready to help her. Marinette winked at him and went to start the stove. ----------------------//----------------- After dinner the two sat on the couch cuddling and talking about their day. Marinette still hadn't gotten the courage to ask him about the next step. "So how's Ayla's wedding dress coming along?" Adrien asked drawing circles in his wife's upper arm. "Amazing! She's going to look so beautiful! Thank god she only has three bridesmaids though it's may and the weddings in November" she laughed leaning into his touch. I bet all the dresses will be beautiful! And you will be a beautiful he's maid of honour" The blonde praised. "Oh I hope so, you see I head she best man is quite the looker" she smiled teasingly. "Is that so? I heard that he's going to keep a tradition? He teased back. She moved and looked up at him "and what tradition would that be?" She asked watching as he moved closer. "To sleep with the maid of honour" he replied kissing her, they changed potion so she was lying on her back and he was on top of her kissing. She kissed him back opening her mouth when she felt his tongue, she ran her hands through his blonde hair, smirking when she felt him purr. He moved away from her mouth and kissed down her neck and jaw,whilst one hand traveled up her top. Her breath hitched. "Lets move to the bedroom" Marinette said, her breath ragged and uneven, Adrien nodded against her neck and in one swift movement he stood up, bringing Marinette with him, she squeaked and wrapped her legs around his waist. They made it to the bedroom, Adrien laid Marinette on the mattress gently, he took of his top and threw it on the floor before cloning back on top of her. Kissing her again he raised her top, she lifted her head so he can take it off. He kissed her neck again, nearly moaning when he felt her hands trail down his abs to his jeans. She unbuttoned them and pushed them down letting him kick them off. He moved to her lips again, kissing her passionately as she took of her own trousers and underwear morning when she felt his skin on hers. She whined when Adrien pulled his lips away, watching him reach for the bedside drawer. She reached up and caught his arm stopping him, he looked at her questioningly. Taking a moment to get her breath even she looked into his eyes "Lets stop using birth control" she whispered almost as if she was scared of his reaction which she was truth be told. Adrien looked shocked "A-are you sure?" He replied, he wanted children oh so badly but was waiting for Marinette to be ready. She nodded "Yeah, I mean, my business is going really well, we are in a good place financially, we have a spare room, there's not really been a reason for Ladybug since Hawkmoth was defeated, I can work from home so I won't loose business, let's do it Adrien, let's have a baby, if your ready then so am I" she said laying both hands on his cheeks, Adrien smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "I love you so much, I would love To have a child with you" Adrien replied. "I love you too" she pulled him down for another passionate kiss, and before long they were in the throes of passion, hopefully making a little mini Adrien or Marinette. ---------------------------------------- Two months later Marinette was humming whilst making a dinner for her husband and her, she twirled and sang making Tikki laugh. "You look really happy Marinette" Tikki commented. Giggling as she twirled with her chosen. "Well...I was going to tell Adrien first but...."She paused as she giggled with happiness "I may have taken a test this morning and it may have come back positive...and the other three I did too" Tikki lit up with happiness "Oh Marinette I'm so happy for you! I can't believe your going to have a baby! I'm so happy!" Marinette nodded and smiled wide "I know! I know but shh Adrien will be home any minute and I can't wait to tell him!" Just as she finished that sentence Adrien walked through the front door making his way to the kitchen. "Well something smells good, and oh look something looks good too" he commented as he hugged his wife from behind "What's cooking good looking" he said kissing her cheek. She giggled as she leaned back into him "Really?" She shook her head "Well I have cooking pasta with cheese and garlic bread, oh and a baby in my stomach" She replied casually waiting for it. "Sounds amazing my lo- wait" he stopped letting go of her, Marinette turned around to face him "Did you just-" he paused again "Say a baby? Y-your pregnant?" His voice got a little higher. Marinette bit her lip and nodded, tears in her eyes "Yeah" she let out a laugh. "A-Are you sure?" He asked looking hopeful, more hopeful than Marinette had ever seen him. She went to her bag and pulled out a test "Pretty positive" she replied showing him the test" He swept her off her feet twirling her around "I'm going to be a father! We're going to have a baby! A little baby!" He said happily setting her down. Marinette giggle and hugged him "Yeah we are! We're going to be parents! I'm going to be a mum" The two kissed and smiled, they spent the rest of the night talking excitedly about what colour the nursery would be, names, if they wanted a boy or a girl, the two Kwamis joined in as they talked about the new member of the family.

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