#its fine to be excited for it. just so long as we are all aware of whats happening

[lollytea]

How do I say, without coming across as a jaded miserable little bitch who likes raining on everybody's parade, that the PJO Disney plus adaption is nostalgia bait, in the same way that their live action remakes are

[harunayuuka2060]

Ace: Okay. No one had expected the party was going to be a blast.

Epel: Both in literal and figurative sense.

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Ortho, and Jack: *laughing*

Jack: And who would've thought that MC-senpai's sister and Ruggie would click?

Ace: Like, bruh! I still remember their conversation!

Ace: "Is MC-senpai looking for a brother-in-law?"

Ace: "They don't. But I'm looking for a boyfriend. Are you available?" *claps, laughing*

Epel: By the way, we'd only seen senpai when the party was about to end.

Jack: Yes. And I think they have injured their left eye.

Ortho: I wonder what happened.

Malleus: Didn't I tell you to be careful?

MC: *has returned with a bleeding eye and deep scratches on their arms and neck* *giggles*

MC: The souls I have arrived to were too excited~.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Let me patch you up.

MC: Hm~? Has your mom left already~?

Malleus: Yes. She didn't want you to see her off.

MC: Eh~.

Malleus: Oh and, you've decided on Rosehearts and Schoenheit?

MC: Hmm~ *giggles* Riddle will never be my option~. He's too young~.

MC: And will die easily because of stress~.

Malleus: That's... *sigh* How about Schoenheit?

MC: If it's Vil~ Hehe~ He's a fine choice~ But~ I'll be too possessive~.

Malleus: You're worried that you would be too possessive for Schoenheit?

MC: *nods then giggles* Wouldn't anyone be~?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I'm surprised with your self-awareness.

MC: *touches his face with their bloody hands*

Malleus: *frowns* Hey.

MC: *giggles*

Malleus: *sigh*

Silver: MC's parents are amazing.

Lilia: Indeed. I don't think anyone would do what they have done for the sake of love.

Sebek: That's just pure insanity! And I don't even understand the explanation at all!

Sebek: How could they be both half-dead?!

Silver: MC's father had died long ago, but for some reason, his body never decomposed. And their mother, who was an infamous necromancer, found him and fell in love at first sight.

Sebek: I understood that part! What I'm trying to say is how were they able to produce offsprings?!

Silver: ...

Silver: Oh. You have a point with that, Sebek. *turns to look at Lilia*

Silver: Do you know how that is possible, father?

Lilia: Yes. But you're still innocent to know.

The Ramshackle students: Housewarden! How is your eye?

MC: It's fine~ But it feels really itchy~.

Grim: Don't think of plucking that out, mryah!

MC: *giggles* Why~ Its string is still connected to the socket~.

Grim: Just don't!

MC: Okay~. If you could distract me~.

The Ramshackle students: We will study hard so we can get the first place in rankings!

MC: Eh~ That's a nice proposal~.

MC: But if one of you fails~ Would you like to receive my eyeball as a reward~?

The Ramshackle students: N-No, housewarden...

MC: *giggles* Fail or not~ All I want you to do is enjoy school~ Like how I enjoy my stay here~.

The Ramshackle students: *sniffles* Yes, housewarden!

Grim: You're awfully nice today. *looking at them suspiciously*

MC: Well~ The next couple of months will be a torture~.

The Ramshackle students: That's still fine, housewarden!

MC: *giggles*

[allisondraste]

I’ve seen various different posts on the website formerly known as Twitter and this one right here, discussing Gale’s behavior in romance as obsessive, possessive, and possibly codependent. And while I support everyone having their own interpretations and opinions, I do disagree, so I want to talk about it!

First— it’s so important to acknowledge that Gale is strictly monogamous. He is not someone who is comfortable with a partner having other partners. This is fine, and not inherently indicative of any unhealthy attachment styles. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’Zel are also monogamous in a relationship.

Gale does struggle with some insecurity that at times bleeds it’s way into his romantic relationship, but isn’t a product of the relationship itself. His biggest insecurity is feeling like he isn’t enough (in general, not just for a romantic partner). Mystra had a way of making him feel like nothing he did was ever enough, he always needed to do more, to be more, and when he tried, when he made mistakes, she abandoned him.

Those are wounds that do not heal quickly, and so he needs quite a bit of reassurance from both friend and lover PCs that he’s fine just the way he is and that he doesn’t have to try so hard or pretend to be fine when he’s not.

He’s lonely. Due to his condition, Gale, who is an incredibly social person, had to hermit himself away from his friends and colleagues for over a year. Mystra was no longer interacting with him, and he was afraid to be around his mother because he didn’t want her to worry. His only company was Tara, and as much as he loves her, shes not a replacement for human or humanoid connection. Usually with folks who struggle with codependency and insecure attachment, there are long patterns of each of those things in all of their other relationships, but Gale seems to have had pretty healthy relationships, the Mystra situation being the exception, not the rule.

It excites him when he gets to travel with a group, have friends. It’s even more exciting to him when he finds someone who makes him forget the hurt Mystra has caused. Yet he still has to withdraw from even that because he does not want to put their life in danger. It is not until act 2 after Elminster has cast the incantation to calm the orb that Gale feels comfortable enough to give in to his feelings. And yeah! He comes in strong because he’s been holding it in. He’s been pining away, sad that he can’t let himself so much as kiss Tav or else he quite literally explode.

When you talk to Gale after his romance scene in act 2, you’re able to confront him about his feelings for Mystra, and he is very direct, stating that he does still have complicated feelings for her. Which makes SENSE. The game and Gale himself try to minimize Mystra as just his ex, but she is more than that. She is his groomer and abuser. Gale is traumatized, and it will likely take him the rest of his life to get over that. It’s not something that more time alone is going to heal. He needs a support system to help him. He needs his mom, his friends, and maybe even his new partner.

You can also ask him if he meant it when he said he loved you, and his answer is “I am many things to many people, but I am never one to throw the l-word around lightly.” He didn’t just say it on a whim. He thought about it, probably extensively. Judging from the dialogue we get, he’s aware that he is rushing to say it, and admits that it’s because he’s scared that he’s going to literally die tomorrow. It’s not a love bomb. It’s an “I need you to know this, just in case something happens to me.”

Once he doesn’t die in act 2, he simmers down. He becomes more concerned with curing his condition, he faces Mystra, he accepts that he doesn’t need to have godly power to be worthy of love and respect.

At the end of the game, he asks you if you’ll come back to Waterdeep with him, which is his way of proposing more or less, but its more that he wants to be home and he wants the person who has become so important to him to come with him, to meet his mom, to see his hometown. He wants them to want that too.

He’s a grown man, mid to late 30s, not a naive young person. He knows what he wants. He’s thought about it, extensively.

In my opinion, there’s nothing possessive, obsessive, codependent, or unhealthy about any of that.

[ilylovelyz]

kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

[regscupid]

1/7 prompt: headache (1113 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Every year at the start of football season, Regulus’ university team holds its annual Boy Toy Charity Auction. A makeshift stage and runway are set up in whatever large, open space the event planners can secure and the players are sent out, one by one, to sell themselves to the highest bidder for the night. It’s a win for everyone really– the money goes to a good cause, the bidders get to go on dates with their pick of ‘the hottest guys on campus’, and the football players get nice, long, strokes to their egos. Regulus couldn’t have cared less about the whole thing.

And yet, here he stands in a room packed tight with people who have spent the whole night ready to throw their money at every attractive man to walk down the runway, too-loud music and voices speaking over each other sending Regulus hurtling towards a headache. Most players have already been bid on, and Regulus can feel himself getting restless.

He only came because Sirius insisted. Absolutely not because James, Sirius’ best friend and the guy he’d been mildly pining over since he was twelve, would be a part of the auction. Even less so because there had been a recent shift in their relationship, barely concealed hope growing a bit with every interaction between them. He wasn’t desperate to see who would bet on James, and how James reacted to it. Not at all.

“Do you think they’ll bid out the sound guy?” Sirius cranes his neck to get a good look at the tall man on the side of the stage, clearly trying to do as much of his job as possible without being seen. Regulus recognizes him immediately as Remus Lupin, the TA in one of his classes.

Regulus scowls, “I don’t know? I don’t care.”

Sirius bites his lip, still distracted by Remus when Regulus’ words seem to register. He turns back to Regulus, squinting. “Just because you’re getting impatient waiting for your choice bid doesn’t mean you get to have an attitude. No one likes a grouch.”

“I’m not bidding on him,” he mumbles.

Sirius nods with a look of mock contemplation, “So you’re fine with someone else bidding on him then?”

Regulus ignores the way his face heats up and his chest tightens at the thought, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll live.”

The music fades as the man at the podium begins to announce the next player.

“Alright, this is our last boy for the night, so get excited and turn out those pockets! Remember, this is for a good cause!” The music swells as the crowd cheers.

James Potter has always thrived on attention. Regulus figured it had to be some mix of being an only child and being as attractive he is. It had to have gone to his head.

So, it’s unsurprising when he bounds onto the stage, smile blinding as people in the crowd whoop and wolf whistle. Regulus watches dumbfounded as he struts to the end of the runway, before reaching down and pulling his jersey over his head, revealing the “BOY TOY” painted across his chest.

“Here we have team captain and heartthrob, James Potter! Do we have a first bid?” The announcer has to all but yell into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

“Eighty dollars!”

“Jesus,” Sirius laughs. Regulus is not laughing.

“Eighty dollars! Do I hear eighty-five?”

Panic grips Regulus as the bid gets higher and higher. Most bids that night hadn't even reached eighty dollars, yet alone started there. Before his senses can kick in, he’s calling out a bid of his own.

“One hundred and ten!” Just out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sirius turn toward him, mouth agape. His face burns, and he can’t look at James, but he has already committed to it.

“One hundred ten! Is there a one-fifteen?

“One hundred and fifty dollars!” a woman somewhere in the crowd calls. Regulus grits his teeth.

“One-eighty,”

“One-ninety!”

Regulus groans under his breath, too aware that he only had two hundred dollars in his wallet at the moment. He turns to Sirius, who's watching with wide eyes and an amused grin. “Do you have cash on you?”

“Yeah, fifty. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Please for the love of god, Sirius, I’ll pay you back and introduce you to the sound guy, I know him. Just do this one thing for me.”

“One-ninety going once!”

“Fine.”

“Two-fifty!”

When no one attempts to outbid him, Regulus lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in since the bidding started. He finally looks at James as he begins walking backward on the runway. His smile has turned into a smirk, and he winks at Regulus before turning around and jogging backstage. Regulus’ stomach curls into not entirely unpleasant knots.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to give you fifty bucks to get with my best friend.” Sirius mumbles, before a slightly delirious laugh bubbles out of him. “I knew you couldn’t handle someone else bidding on him.”

Regulus chooses not to respond, only shoving his arm instead.

Everyone begins clearing out, either disappointed that they didn’t win any dates, celebrating their winning bids, or simply buzzing from the dramatic end to it all.

“Better go see your ‘date’. Tell Prongs to have you home by midnight or I’ll hunt you both down.”

Regulus scowls, but there's no real bite to it, the nerves beginning to get to him. He says goodnight, then works his way to the table set up next to one of the doors for payment. Just as he’s finished telling the woman his name and handing over the money, he catches James standing a few feet behind him. His arms are crossed over his chest and Regulus has to try very hard not to look down at his biceps. Not that looking at his grin dead-on was much better.

“If you wanted to go on a date that bad you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to drop two hundred and fifty dollars on me.”

Regulus is hyper-aware of the woman sitting there watching them. So, with the payment all taken care of, he steps away from the table, expecting James to follow him out of the building. He does.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

James rests his hand on his chest and faux-gasps, “How can I not when the Regulus Black wants that badly to go on a date with me?”

“...Do you think they do refunds?”

“No, you’re stuck with me.” James’ smile softens, and Regulus can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own lips.

[wileys-russo]

mary earps ; “this is a very different side of you.” ; carnival

mary earps

"hi baby." you answered your phone with a smile seeing your girlfriends name and contact photo flash on the screen, tucking it between your ear and your shoulder as you tapped away at your laptop.

"hiya! hows work?" the girl chirped happily. "its been a long week, very excited that its friday." you answered honestly making mary chuckle. "not too tired for date night?" mary asked to check in, well aware your job could be rather demandng.

"of course not, thats been whats getting me through." you smiled as your girlfriend did so too on the other end of the line. "so will you tell me what we're doing then?" you asked with a playful tone, the footballer purposefully withholding her plans all week.

"nope! but i'll pick you up at seven, dress comfy and warm." "but mary i-" "trainings back gotta go. i love you!"

and with that the call ended with a beep.

sure enough she was right on time, knocking on your door right on seven as you put in your other earring and rushed to the door. "well hello beautiful!" mary whistled as you did, a laugh leaving your mouth as she wrapped you in a tight hug lifting you up.

"aren't you a sight for sore eyes." the taller girl exhaled, putting you back down on your feet as the two of you exchanged a few sweet kisses. "sorry love, works been insane lately." you sighed in apology, admittedly having seen her a lot less than usual the last two weeks.

"no need to be sorry. you're here now, i'm here now, lets not waste time reflecting on the past when we weren't together mm?" mary smiled sweetly, her hands gently falling either side of your face and bringing your mouth to meet hers once again as you swooned.

"but why won't you just tell me!" you groaned slumping into your seat making mary laugh as she still refused to disclose where the two of you were headed. "do you know how hard it was to get ready for a destination i don't know?" you huffed sending her a pointed look.

"well you look gorgeous." the goalkeeper flashed you a charming smile as you couldn't help but allow the corners of your mouth to turn upward. "shut up charmer."

"you can stop being stroppy now we're here anyway." mary turned a corner as your eyes lit up realizing just where she'd taken you. "why didn't you just tell me!" you punched her arm as she whined and pulled into a parking space.

"because mystery is romantic!" mary grinned, hurrying to open your door for you, stealing a kiss as you slipped out of the car and took her hand. "no! i asked you out, its my turn." mary protested as you quickly paid both your entry fees into the manchester annual winter carnival.

"snooze you lose earps, thought goalkeepers were supposed to have quick reflexes?" you teased walking backwards as mary scoffed. "oh is that so?" the girl challenged as you nodded, grins on both your faces as she launched at you, chasing after you as the two of you giggled like children.

it didn't take long for her hand to grab yours and pull your body into a tight hug, the two of you kissing for a moment with a smile. "come on, reckon i can beat you at a game or two before we eat." mary challenged.

"oh you're on babe."

"yes! loser." you accepted your third prize in a row from the attendant, waving it in marys face who took it off you with a scowl, tucking it under her arm along with the others as you practically skipped off to the next game.

"loser buys dinner and drinks?" you challenged with a grin, mary rolling her eyes. "i already said i'm buying!" she chuckled with slight amusement, paying the game attendant as you grabbed a basketball.

"fine, if i win then i get to pay." you smiled smugly, twirling the basketball around on your finger with a wiggle of your eyebrows. "what happened to the girl who laughed at everything i said and blushed every time i smiled at her? bring her back." mary sighed dramatically as you rolled your eyes.

"she realised that the great euro winning goal saving golden glove wielding mary earps is simply...a human who is very very bad at carnival games." you smirked.

"you know this is a very different side of you, i'm not sure how i feel about it. might be a bit annoyed, might be a bit turned on." mary admitted making you laugh.

"well which is it then?" "mm lets see if you can sink this shot and then i'll decide."

[starsomens]

𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟

Finding out

I write about Eden a lot however Keaton was your first baby. This happened about a year and a half after you and Noah had gotten married, find out that you are pregnant with your first baby! And that was Keaton :)

Of course, you both were aware of the risk since you guys didn’t use a lot of protection during the first year of marriage and you’re OK with that. During this pregnancy, you both actually had noticed you’re missing period

It was about nine at night after I got home from the studio, when you had told him you were feeling a little weird and you had your suspicions so you both take a trip to the convenience store and buy two boxes of tests just because there were such things as false positives and you wanted to be sure of the results

This was a somewhat planned pregnancy. You knew the risks that would happen and you both came to an agreement that if you did fall pregnant you’d take it as it was and be happy about it

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“ so you can watch me pee on a stick?”

Well, he seen more than that already but you were sure he was just nervous.

He was. He paced, he sat on the couch for like 3 minutes, got up and listened to the bathroom door. Deadass looked up long long a pregnancy test took and went to knock on your door

“Baby? Are you okay? Do you need any help or-“ you opened the door and you swore you saw how panicked he was

“Noah, honey I’m fine…..I haven’t looked yet” you said as you hand him the rest that was wrapped back in the wrapper

“Oh okay….hey it’s okay, we’ll open it together” we both stood there in a space to move while he takes test out of the wrapper and flips it.

“ITS POSITIVE OH MY GOD-“

You were running around the house not finding a better way to get your energy out

“Baby? Baby, we’re gonna…we’re gonna HAVE a baby. Oh god….a baby!” Then Noah started running after you and finally caught you in a Hug

“Wow…..Noah…I’m….im pregnant!”

“You are princess” he just starts kissing the top of your head and nuzzling you. He then pulls back and comes down to your belly button and you can feel your cheeks blush

“Hey there, I’m your….dad! Or I’m gonna be your dad…..yeah…..I’m gonna be your dad”

He now has a habit of rest his head on your stomach. He feels closer to you and the baby, that wasn’t even the size of a strawberry at the moment.

I don’t really see him as someone made the appointment because he was so excited

“ when is your next earliest appointment?….mhm… at 2? That’s perfect. I can come in with her right? Okay thank you.”

While you waited for your appointment, a lot of symptoms at first, but the closer the day the more nauseous you were feeling. And of course on the date of appointment was when you first experienced morning sickness, and it was awful.

You were very close to canceling the appointment and going on a different day. However, if it wasn’t for Noah helping you out and soothing your nausea you would’ve just crawled back into bed.

1st trimester

Noah has big hands and he put those big hands to use. He holds your hair back with one hand and he rubs circles on your back with the other.

While you brush your teeth from the nasty bitter flavor, he wants to get you some water. the kids make sure you drink all the water

He was very excited for the first appointment, and since this was your first child, he took every pamphlet on any kind of information that you guys would need it. He’ll just read out all the facts to you while you’re waiting in the room for your doctor

He may have went a bit over his head with how much you’d be able to see at this point but still amazing that the tiny little blob on the screen would soon become your baby

“

“I’d say you’re just about tipping 2 weeks. Still a early on, so you should still enjoy this wonderful early symptoms unfortunately”

You had never seen him so focused as he looked at the screen and subconsciously played with your fingers.

You had never seen his eyes sparkle as much as they did when you had gotten a small sonogram of your first appointment. He was all smiles and was already clearing days so he’d be able to come to the appointments with you.

Time was your first baby.

Nothing I’d put out

Everything is kept LOWKEY, UNDER WRAPS, IN PRIVATE

The only people who knew were the boys and direct management so they knew about any kind of up coming appointments, or change of plans and dates. He was already protective of you but now you’re carrying a baby! Your baby!

He just feels the need to keep you safe and comfortable and secure

Definitely takes pictures each week that passes to document progress and of course create memories to look back on. Works on a top secret project in his studio for the baby as well. He makes a video documentary for the baby, starting from when he found out and every time you have a milestone

2nd trimester

3 months down, 6 to go!

Your morning sickness is finally easing up and you can actually get up in the morning and get your things done.

Or can you?

Aside from the morning sickness finally subsiding you’re not just very sleepy and you love to take morning naps preferably right after you wake up if you’re a stomach sleeper, Noah is definitely making sure that you’re starting to sleep on your sides or on your back. He’s already offered to buy you a pregnancy pillow so that you can avoid sleeping on your stomach, even though your bump is still not showing.

You’ll get bloated from something you eat and your baby girl over it and you kinda have to ruin the moment. It’s just food, but that’s what it would look like.

His wish does come true. Once you get into your five month mark you start showing and he is over the moon about it. If you scroll through his gallery, it’s a bunch of pictures of your bump from different angles his favorite one, that is now his wallpaper is a picture of you on the sofa with a bullet chips. Stuffing your face while his head is in your lap and he took a picture from that angle and he is in love with it.

The first trimester, it is a time where you both agree to tell anyone else that you are close with meaning any kind of family or very close friends from either one of your sides. You also start to rearrange things in the house. Luckily, you did have an extra room that was mostly being used for storage than Noah was starting to clean out to turn into a nursery.

And has pitched the ideas to his team to make clothes from the band

So that he can start with his baby and he could look hard-core

He definitely does his research and wonders if his type of music would be great for development for the baby to hear. Either way he does sing to your baby bump. Whether it’s songs in general that everyone knows or songs that he and the band wrote.

For sure, seeing because in a sense, he wants them to know that since the day they were conceived, he would be there for them and even beyond

You’ve also noticed faster when his face is right up against your bump, which sometimes is a little uncomfortable for you, but you don’t have the heart to move in because he looks so content and happy

No, you also went to your OB/GYN and heard the heartbeat and this man started crying in the examination room. of course it was all real from the start, but once he heard the heartbeat, it really just made things so real for him. And yes, he does document this in the video that he’s creating. He also asked the doctor if he could record the heartbeat and he has three different versions of them, he sends them to the guys so that they can hear the sound and also so that he can brag about his baby having a great heartbeat.

This heartbeat will appear in any songs that he makes in his fact in his mind he wanted to be beat for every song in the next album that he makes, but you didn’t argue with him on it saying that it might make the song sound repetitive. Which he argues.

“ there is nothing better than heartbeat. If people don’t like it they obviously have some questionable taste”

Is just completely infatuated with your baby from day one which is something that honestly warms your heart and you couldn’t wait to see him as a dad in action if he was being a great dad now

Really do love to watch how he builds and paints the nursery. He doesn’t let you do anything because he doesn’t want you breathing in the harsh chemicals of whatever he’s using and because he he just wants you to rest and let the baby grow. He said your job was to grow the baby and let him take care of you. Which honestly you cannot argue on. It sound of like a great deal.

You guys paint the nursery, a neutral color only because you wanted the sex of your baby to stay a surprise until the day that they’re born so every time you go to your appointment, he makes sure to say no gender please when he enters the room by now all of thenurses, assistance, doctors they all say the most proud father they have ever met, whose baby isn’t even born yet it’s very charming.

He has definitely put in paternity leave already for when after you give birth so he doesn’t even have to worry about going back in to work so soon because he wants to help you out at home once the baby arrives.

When you guys do laundry, definitely separate some clothes into your pile because he knows those are most comfortable for you now. He also loves seeing how big his clothes were on you and how your bump would poke out of his clothes.

Whenever you guys do go to bed, he has a ritual where he says good night to both of you, you eat get kisses good night and I don’t mean a single kiss I mean being smothered by his kisses. Also, he likes to shower with you before bed to help relax you. He massages and washes your back and he goes few too many times over your bump because he likes to feel it

Night and if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll tell you that he’s having a private conversation with your baby 

But you do pretend to be asleep so that you can hear these infamous conversations, and you were nearly caught because you had a hold in your sniffs because you just want to cry after hearing what he said

“ we are so excited for you to come. I think I’m more excited than Mommy is….. you’re going to love her. She’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s pretty. I hope you have her eyes, and her cute nose, and I hope you laugh like her too…”

3rd trimester

With this pregnancy you showed very little in the first half but now that you’re in the third trimester you really started showing it was like one day you had a little bloating and now it’s like a full-blown baby bump and it was like a huge change for you

he adjusts his cooking for your cravings and what your scene of smell can handle, but he makes sure everything is nutritious and makes sure you take your prenatal vitamins with your meals.

yes, he will get up at 5 am and make you a grill cheese with some chips on the side if that's what he princess wants

But this also means that the baby has started kicking! Every chance he gets Noah is touching your bump (when isn’t he??)

Definitely tried to provoke the kicks and innocent forgets that it kinda hurts you "wow babe did you see that one? That was a huge stretch"

"Yeah, felt it too"

He is also the only one who can get the baby to relax when you couldn't sleep or even sit still because of the kicking and moving and there are 2 version! When he's loving and more strict about it

"hey, hey, hey what's with the party? Having a dance party in there huh? How about let mama sleep for first, then you can party okay?"

Or

"hey, it's 3 am, your mom is overstimulated and needs sleep, which means you should sleep too,"

He lathers you in coco butter and lotion after your showers and massages your hips, back and feet

10/10 pregnancy because he made it barrable

Birth

I've said this somewhere and can't remember where, your pregnancy went according to the due date.

Labor started the day before your due date and delivery was on the day of the due date you were given. Baby, right on time!

Noah had your hospital bag packed and near the hall closet near the door, packed with EVERYTHING you'd need. Towels, clothes, shoes, socks, snacks, chargers, camera, extra underwear, his clothes also if you wanted them instead, hair and skin products, EVERYTHING

Now Noah has done his research and is knowing what to expect for labor. Yes, he watched birthing videos, however while you were pushing he peaked and you SWEAR this man became paler

"A-are you okay-"

"fine. Just focus on breathing okay?" despite his shock or nerves, the main focus was on YOU and the baby,

holds your hand, ties up your hair, gives you water, and anything you asked for

P A I N, because you thought it would be a good idea to experience "raw natural birth" but unfortunately once you broke it was a bit too late for any medication. You were honestly ready to punch Noah for saying

"Should have taken it when we got here," he was joking but he was honestly very anxious about the pain you were feeling burr he knew you needed him to be your support

"Come on baby you got this" "good job, take your time, you're doing great" "You're so strong Y/N...you're almost there"

Once the baby is born and crying NOAH IS CRYING

IT'S A BOY. You're crying and Noah is kissing your head and just spilling his guts out "Baby you did amazing!" "I'm so proud of you Y/N" "He's so perfect Y/N,"

Now you had discussed that if it was boy you would honor his best friend Keaton by giving him his name. You thought it was just so sweet and meaningful and you knew it would be so important to Noah you saw nothing better than that

Keaton was born in late October, so he is born as the next Sassy Sebastion Scorpio as discussed with @darling-millicent-aubrey

Noah constantly says he isn't crying but he is, while you're resting he's just admiring Keaton and speaking to him softly

"hey buddy...oh look at you, kinda feel bad you looks like me more than your mom, but you're so perfect....I love you Keaton.....so much"

And you? Ugh....when he'd look at you, all he'd see was an absolute champion, a goddess...his wife and best friend who had just went through something so big like pregnancy and labor to bring your son into the world

"Y/N....thank you," he caresses your hand with his thumb while he held Keaton in his other arm "Thank you so much baby.....I love you."

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[saetoru]

[ YOURS AND MINE ] MIYA ATSUMU.

atsumu walks past you just as you open the fridge, and you know what’s coming before he can even open his mouth.

“baby, guess what?” he wriggles his brows. you roll your eyes, pinching your nose and wondering if having a painkiller now in advance can prevent the headache he’s one sentence away from bringing you.

“don’t, tsumu.”

“see that fridge? it’s our fridge,” he grins cheekily, “and ya see that food in there? ‘s our food,” he all but giggles, winking at you as you groan.

it’s been two days since you and atsumu have moved in together. as in, forty eight hours of him reminding you that everything in your now shared living space isn’t just yours or his—it’s both of yours. he makes it a rather determined mission of his to ensure you’re aware every second of the day, and you’re considering paying the fee to break your lease and moving out.

but there’s something incredibly endearing about the way his eyes light up and his grin is just a bit more excited each time than the last—like the reality settles in a bit deeper every time he says it out loud, like you become his just a bit more.

so with a roll of your eyes, you snort before reaching over to pinch his cheek.

“yes, i know, tsumu,” you shake your head in amusement, “this is our apartment—and that’s our sink, and our table, and look! there’s our window. see, there’s even our dust on the windowsill,” you tease, making him pout as he huffs.

“well, ya don’t gotta say it like that,” he grumbles, “yer startin’ ta sound like my team.”

“tsumu, leave those poor guys alone,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands settle for your hips. you press a kiss to his jaw, smiling when he hums in appreciation at the gesture.

atsumu has already made the entirety of the msby group chat consider kicking him out—and he certainly has been kicked out before, he’s a spam texter if they’ve ever met one before (he firmly argues he’s better than bokuto, however). but he just can’t stop himself before sending a picture of your toothbrushes side by side, or your mugs together in the sink, or your sweaters next to his in the closet. and if he has to earn an eye roll from everyone on his team, he thinks that’s fine.

as long as everyone knows he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re each other’s, he thinks he can live with a half serious threat about being removed from a group chat here and there.

“ya know what else is ours?” he hums against your cheek as he litters soft pecks along the expanse, nibbling gently on your skin while you giggle.

“what?”

“the shower,” he buries his head into your neck, smirking against your skin as you swat at his shoulder, “and since the bills are both of ours too, we could always save us some water and—”

“you know what else can be ours?” you cut him off, “your paycheck. i’m sure you can cover the bills yourself.”

you feel his lips curl into a pout, laughing as he grumbles quietly in protest.

sharing a living space with someone like atsumu comes with its challenges—it’s anything but easy. he keeps his socks on the floor, leaves a mess of water all along the sink, forgets to put the milk carton back in the fridge, never checks his pockets before he throws his pants in the washing machine, and he barely knows how to work a microwave—but he wakes you up with a kiss to your lips and strong arms around your waist, and he bumps his hips against yours with a soft chuckle as you brush your teeth together, and he greets you home with bright smiles and love knit between each crinkle of his eyes.

and when your cheek meets his chest every night as he pulls the covers over your bodies, when your legs tangle and your lips meet in just one more kiss before bed, you fall asleep in a home—not just yours or his, but both of yours.

it’s perfect. in fact, you think it’s more than perfect—even if he is a bit of a loud snorer.

“i knew it,” he accuses, narrowing his eyes, “ya just moved in with me for the perks, didn’t ya? not cause o’ me?”

“what do you mean?” you giggle, “you are the perks.”

“only cause ya get ta make me drive ya around everywhere,” he pinches the tip of your nose, chuckling quietly when you crinkle it at the gesture.

miya atsumu has always been a lot of things. he’s been a trouble child and an annoying brother, he’s been a talkative student and a pushy teammate, he’s been team captain and a new rookie, he’s been a talented setter and a promising athlete, and he’s been a fan favorite and great sponsorship deal—but he thinks he likes being yours the most, your tsumu who’s shy and sweet and just a bit hopeless when it comes to flirting.

“the real perk is getting to see you in gray sweats all day,” you murmur cheekily, making him laugh into your neck as he squeezes his arms around you tighter, pulling your flush against his body. you fit against him perfectly, like every curve of your body was meant to slot against every ridge of his.

“‘s not cause i’m cute?” he whines.

“maybe just a little,” you tease before turning your head and pressing your lips to his temple, kissing him sweetly as you sigh in his hold, “i love you, tsum. and i love our apartment.”

he grins brightly, lets out a happy little giggle that makes your heart swell, “love ya too, angel. and i’d love it even more if ya got into our shower with me.”

based on this lil post i made sobsob

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[sillybucket]

“The stars shine for you” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Yep , decided to make another little x reader fic with Stolas , cause I just really want him to be happy after all he’s been through ;_; ❣️

As always , I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring Stolas and the reader celebrating an anniversary by going to see a special event 🌠

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“Oh darling , I’m so glad you made it !”

(Y/n) smiled as Stolas pulled them in a loving embrace , and they let out a gentle chuckle …

He surely seemed excited that day , probably because it was their four months anniversary of being in a relationship : the Prince always remembered those times with an almost scary accuracy , and he also made sure to organize something special each time those occasions arrived .

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel curious about what he had planned this time while walking inside their partner’s mansion … 

“Of course , I’d never miss such an important event ! 

So , what would you like us to do my love ?”

, they asked , following Stolas to the living room .

“Well you see , a very rare event will occur in the human world today : a comet that only appears every ten years will be visible from the Earth’s sky , and since I found a secluded spot where no humans would be able to bother us I thought it would be nice to watch it together …”

He interrupted his enthusiastic explanation to look back at (y/n) .

“Oh - but if by chance you’d prefer to do something else that is completely fine ! 

I would never want to pressure you into doing anything that you don’t like , so please don’t worry about being truthful with me : as long as I’m with you I’m the happiest demon in Hell , so …”

(Y/n) held his hand in theirs , looking up into his scarlet eyes .

“That sounds amazing , Stolas , I’d love to watch the comet with you .

I can’t believe you planned something so special just for me … you’re a sweetheart .”

The Prince’s concerned expression turned into a bright smile , and he leaned down to give his partner a kiss on the forehead .

“You deserve nothing but wonderful things (y/n) … this is truly the least I could do for the one demon that brought light into my once empty life .”

He looked at them tenderly , before opening a portal in front of the two of them . 

“Well then , shall we get going ? I believe we have around three minutes before it begins .”

(Y/n) nodded in response , and they both walked through the portal while still holding hands .

When they walked out they found themselves into a beautiful valley , the night sky above it crystal clear thanks to the absence of any sort of artificial lights .

The two sat next to each other , silently waiting until … 

“Woah … !”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as the comet finally made its appearance , shining among the stars in all of its glory …

Time seemed to freeze , stuck into that magical , beautiful moment that no one else in Hell was even aware of .

Stolas gazed at them with a loving expression , placing his hand on their shoulder and holding them close to him .

“Happy anniversary , my starlight .”

, he quietly whispered .

(Y/n) looked back at the Prince , a warm happiness filling their heart as they leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss on his lips .

“Thank you Stolas …”

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Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want :) ❤️

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hii India

You already said a few things about Harry taking a break.. now that the last show is over and Harry saying goodbye over Instagram, what do you think?

A lot of people have the opinion he’s going to be gone for quite a while now. Whatever it is I’m glad he’s taking the break. For me it’s a confirmation that he’s still dealing with the mess that fame is in a healthy way and I’m going to be here for when he decides to come back. I’m going to miss him so much though.

And I would love to hear your take on things. Do you think this is a goodbye for a longer time period? Or is it more an goodbye for him, to be okay with the fact that things might never be the same as they were during this tour? That his fame is changing and he accepts that he doesn’t have to control it?

Hi, love 🩵

Hmm. So, I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this, but practically speaking, for the first time, the set up of a new stunt is a hopeful sign. If they’re finding a way to keep Harry in the press, however low the profile (🤞🏼), it’s for a reason. My hunch is that he is tying up with Loewe in some way, and in that sense, I don’t think it will be long ‘til we see him again, physically (however infrequently).

But, I also think touring is tougher than he makes it seem, physically, mentally and emotionally. I think all the things he realized during COVID, about being a better son/brother/friend (and partner) is a driving force in this seemingly more urgent need to find balance. It’s certainly a shift from the way he was working/talking during Fine Line, but I also think that’s the point.

He’s now in a very rare “natural” break in his career as a musician. We haven’t had any confirmation that he’s re-signed with Columbia (although I have no doubt that he has), so for all intents and purposes, he’s currently publicly free from professional obligation for the first time in a long time (at least in terms of his music) and that is going to feel very, very odd for someone who’s been working essentially non-stop (whether in the spotlight or behind the scenes) for over a decade. I think that novelty and sense of impermanence is something he’s trying really hard to embrace; to meet with excitement rather than fear. So, for the most part, I stand by my original thoughts.

But, if I can add:

I think Harry is the kind of person that is very aware of the gravity of fate and sheer magic that has gone into his success. You can see it in the way he talks about there being “no reason he should be getting to do this instead of anyone else” and how “we’re all the same” and “this doesn’t happen to people like me very often”. In this way, I think there’s a constant groundedness about his person and an acceptance of the vulnerability of his career and his success — in other words, he knows that lighting really might not strike thrice, and I think he’s preparing himself for that. There was a moment on the last Late Late show, when he was comparing himself to Will Ferrell and he said something like “Will has longevity and I’m more a flash in the pan” (untrue, but I digress) and what struck me about that line was how acutely aware he is that things can change for him at any moment. It’s similar to his “whatever people say about you, it’s not true. If people say you’re the best thing ever, it’s not true” quote on Howard Stern; like I think it’s one of the themes of his life, having to have a firm hold on reality so that the ‘inevitable’ crash is manageable.

He also seems to be trying to learn from the lives of other musicians/celebrities, and take those lessons to heart by applying them to his life and his work. in the end, I think what he’s trying to do is just accept that there are no guarantees; that he doesn’t know and has no control over whatever happens to the world while he’s away or what he’s returning to. I think the reason it sounds so definitive and scary and existential is because it is all of those things, for him. This is a big change, and he’s giving it its space and weight for the first time, because it is the first time he’s been able to say a proper goodbye (1D hiatus was rushed, HS1 went directly into FL, FL ended abruptly during COVID… there’s a pattern.)

Bottom line though, is that I know for certain Harry fucking loves music and touring. It’s a compulsion, for him. It’s in his DNA. And that’s why I’m not scared that he’ll leave forever, because I’ve always hard the feeling his music nourishes him just as much (if not more) than it nourishes us. He does what he does for himself, and we’re a bonus, and as an artist, that is the best reason to do anything and the only reason to keep coming back to it, regardless of the uncertainty that awaits him.

Not to make this novel any longer than it is, but I’ve also had a recent thought that occurred to me: Harry is 29, which means he’s currently going through his Saturn return.

I’ve asked my therapist (who is also an astrologist) for a bit more literature on Saturn returns, cause I’m super curious about how that might be affecting him. (For background, all my friends got married around the times of their Saturn return, and both my best friend and I picked up and moved halfway across the world during ours so at least for the people in my life, it seems like it is consistent with big change, and from the way Harry is talking, it seems it might be affecting him the same way.) I’ll get back to you. 😉🪐

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Summary: An invitation to a Thanksgiving family reunion was sent addressed to you and Loki, and you're not exactly all that excited to face everyone after over a decade of no contact.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Audrey and her grade-A parenting…and she's got friends this time; family drama; hints of Loki's insecurity over his brother if you squint; language (get over it, Rogers) [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

The air was unreasonably thick as the car drove through the streets of your old neighborhood, the layout hauntingly familiar to you and growing increasingly stifling as you passed each picturesque home. Every single one of those houses looked like they didn't age a day, the paint jobs pristinely done to ensure they looked as good as when its owners moved in over a decade and a half ago.

The lawns were a uniform obnoxious radiant green, a blatant show of affluence that yes, you were in a neighborhood that could afford to allocate obscene amounts of water to maintain the lush green hue of a patch of land that nobody could walk on. All for the sake of display.

"My love, I rarely ever say these words to anyone besides myself, but you must calm yourself." The feel of a large hand taking yours and fingers lacing through yours brought you out of your trance, not realizing that you'd been incessantly shaking your leg until Loki placed his free hand on top of it to stop you. "We can still turn around and head home instead. We need not face these people if even the thought of seeing them again has you shaking this way."

"I just don't get it," you murmured, relaxing your posture to let the god maneuver you and place you onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. You could practically feel your nerves melting away as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the backs of his fingers stroking along your spine making you lean into him all the more. "Why now? After all this time?"

"Perhaps they wish to show you off," he grunted, sighing when he felt you tense up again after his words. "I don't wish to think ill of the very people that brought you into this world as I owe them a great debt for that alone, but if they had made the monumental mistake of ceasing to be a part of your life for so long, then my mind cannot help but think of ulterior motives on their part."

"Maybe they need me to win a pissing contest," you added, rolling your eyes. "But if that's the case then why didn't they reach out when I got into the Avengers Program? When Tony announced me as a new member of the team? How come after years of my mother voicing how disappointed she's been in me straying from the family business, suddenly we're--Holy fuck I know what it is." His light squeeze at your side prompted you to continue. "It's you."

"I'm afraid you've lost me there, darling. How is it--"

"Think about it," you kept going. "What happened days before we got the invitation? And just the fact that they addressed the invitation to both of us. Not just me and telling me that I can bring my boyfriend. The invitation said Y/N and Loki. They're not out to brag about me to their pretentious fuckwits at the country club. They're out to brag about you."

"Y/N that's absurd--"

"It's makes complete sense and you know it," you insisted. "We went public just a few days before we got that invitation--" He cut you off with a pointed look, challenging your spin on the situation. "Okay fine, people took photos of us out on a date and before theories got out of hand I tweeted 'Yeah we're dating. Deal with it.' and gave Pepper a migraine, same difference. Anyway, that happens, and suddenly they want me at Thanksgiving? That's not a coincidence, sweetie."

He pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a long sigh as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. "Say the word and we can call off this charade. I will speak with Stark and tell him we truly do not need these people as stakeholders if it comes at the cost of your peace."

Your heart swelled at his offer, knowing full well that he was more than ready to put an end to this shitstorm before it even began. But you also knew that a guilt would always eat away at you if you didn't so much as try. You owed Tony a great deal, after all, especially considering that he didn't even hold it against you when you outright refused to participate in that skirmish back in Germany and also proceeded to refer to all the parties that took part in it "a bunch of babies incapable of just talking it out instead".

"I have to at least try," you muttered, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "At the very least it'd be nice to see my little sister again. Scare her fiancé within an inch of his sanity if he even thinks of hurting her."

"If you're sure, darling. But if at any point you wish to leave, let me know. We'll be home in seconds. Leave Stark's transportation behind. Surely Hogan will be able to find his way back to the compound."

"I heard that," a voice broke through the speakers on your side of the divider. "Look if you two have to make the dramatic exit a heads up would be nice is all I'm saying. Don't wanna have to spend a second longer in here than we have to, you know?"

"Happy I get you, but I'm sure you know by now that if we're gonna be texting you about a dramatic exit, by the time you read it, we'll already be back in our apartment." His groan over the speakers was all the agreement you needed. "Just--if anyone in that house asks you any questions, say it's classified information under Tony's orders or some shit. I don't want anyone in there knowing a goddamn thing. Nosy pretentious asshats." You grumbled the last part under your breath, earning a chuckle from the god still cradling you in his arms.

"Well I hope your poker face is ready, Y/N," Happy spoke up again. "Because we're about three houses away and a woman that looks like an older Botox'd to the high heavens and bleach blonde version of you is waiting by the mailbox."

"I'm assuming the woman he's describing is your mother?"

You nodded, refusing to lift your head from Loki's shoulder as if it would somehow prolong -- maybe even prevent -- the inevitable. "Fucking Audrey."

"Should I be especially cautious around anyone?"

You scoffed at the question. "Everyone. Just as a rule of thumb, if any of my aunts corner you and ask you about sleeping habits or stamina, call me. If anyone touches you anywhere that only I should be touching and not in front of a live audience unless we're feeling especially risqué, shout and I'll beat them up and make a scene so crazy it'll make Wade proud."

"I don't think you should pride yourself on your ability to incur that Wilson's pride, darling," he cautioned you with a soft chuckle. "But I will make sure to take your words to heart." You let out a whiny whimper as he eased you off his lap and seated you beside him, feeling the car coming to a stop. "Shall we?"

You placed your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he exited the car before helping you out as well. When you saw the obviously newly bleached blonde middle aged woman approaching you, you could feel Loki's thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand the moment you began to tense up. "Mother," you spoke up, smiling through gritted teeth. "Thank you for extending the invitation. Let me introduce you to Loki, we work together and we…also live together. He's my boyfriend."

Every nerve in your body tensed itself for a fight the second she gave him a head-to-toe look, her eyes so visibly dismissive and judgmental. "It was your father that extended the invitation. Come on, we shouldn't keep him waiting." And then she turned around and walked back toward the house, completely ignoring the god's outstretched hand to shake.

"What in the actual fuck?" you muttered, both of you giving each other a look before following Audrey into your childhood home.

The second the door opened you saw a familiar dark-haired ball of energy running toward you for a hug. "Y/N holy fuck you actually came!" your sister Stella squealed, the impact of her embrace making you let go of your boyfriend's hand. "I fucking missed you so much!"

"It's great to see you too, sis," you chuckled, returning her embrace as you took a look around the house that barely resembled your home from years past. "Any idea why they sent the invite, though? I mean I don't wanna sound like a right bitch but--"

"The short version is that Dad saw a video of you on a mission last year and he started missing you. When you went viral a few weeks ago after those photos of you and your boyfriend went around, he decided it's been too long since he's seen you and he wanted to meet you. And Loki. He just wants to meet the guy who made you smile the way you do in the pictures. You seem really happy with him."

You beamed at her words. "I really am, Stell. Actually I was wondering if you and your fiancé would be up to it, we could all meet up next time you're in the city." If it was possible, her smile got even wider at your offer. "I never wanted to be the first to show weakness since Audrey would fucking jump in glee at that but…I really fucking missed you, too, моя маленькая сестра."

The wonder that entered her eyes tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you so much of how she looked before you'd left home all those years ago. Back when she was still smack dab in the middle of high school. "What was that you just said?"

"My little sister." She let out a childlike giggle as she wrapped her arms around you again. "Nat's been teaching me mainly so we can talk shit. The only ones who can tell what we're talking about are Loki, his brother, and Bucky."

"Ohh if you knew how fucking thirsty everyone's been on the family group chat over literally everyone you just mentioned. Oop--you should probably go save your mans from some of them because our aunts? Well, let's just say they got handsy over my Nate, and he's nowhere near as built as your--"

"Say less," you muttered, walking toward the aunts in question. There were three of them standing in front of your boyfriend, the closest being Brenda who was basically the slutty wine mom version of Audrey, and she was about to reach out and place an overly manicured hand complete with long coffin acrylic nails on Loki's arm.

You put a stop to her wine-aided show of interest in people that weren't hers inches before acrylic met cotton, your hand catching her wrist in a thinly-veiled death grip and earning you an incredulous head-to-toe look from her. "Why, little horsey, what's gotten into--"

"Touch him, and it will be the last time you have hands, Brenda," you seethed, placing enough pressure against the joint of her thumb to let her know you weren't kidding. "I might be one of the non-enhanced members of my team, but that doesn't mean I can't break your hand like a fucking toothpick. And since you can't seem to remember anything you were taught as a child, let me just refresh your decaying memory. Touch that which belongs to someone else and lose a fucking limb."

She struggled to free her hand from your grip for a few moments before you made a show of "graciously" letting go, the three women stumbling away from you and the raven-haired Asgardian, a look of caution in their eyes as they made their way back to the kitchen. "Can I steal that line from you, little bunny?"

You turned towards the source of the new voice, a smile stretching across your face as you met eyes with you father. The only other friendly face you'd seen so far besides Stella since stepping foot in this house. This time around you were the one running for a hug, nearly sending him stumbling back from the impact. "I'll even teach you where to apply pressure."

"Horse? Bunny?" You broke the embrace to turn back towards Loki. "Any particular reason why your familial nicknames are based on animals?"

"When my permanent teeth were coming in, my front teeth looked a little too big for my face, so…" You trapped your bottom lip under your front teeth and wiggled your nose like a bunny, making him chuckle as you stepped back into his embrace before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Horse is because I had an overbite and despite growing into it, Brenda always fucking neighed whenever I stepped into  the room."

"Darling, that's horrid."

"That's Brenda for you," your dad retorted, holding out a hand toward the god. "I'm Thatcher. I apologize for Y/N's mother. And her sisters. And my sisters."

The tension that had knots forming all over you began to relax by the slightest as you slipped out of Loki's hold, leaving him to talk with your father in relative peace compared to how you began your re-entry into this chapter of your life that felt too full of ghosts you thought you'd exorcised a long time ago.

"The last time I saw her this happy she was a little girl twirling around in a yellow princess dress getting ready for Halloween trick or treating around the neighborhood. Do you--have that? Back in…?"

"Asgard?" Loki finished for your father. "We do not. In truth Y/N was the one that kept me apprised of all the traditions mortals have in this realm. And the sweets that children tend to hoard during that time of year. We still have some from this year's festivities in our apartment left over from when she handed them out to the children."

"Is that how you and her became a thing?"

The god let out a mix between a chuckle and a sharp exhale as the memories of the early days of your relationship came back to him. "No. Those days we were simply friends. I'd only started truly courting her earlier this year. It was my brother that tipped us both off that we were as you mortals would say…dancing around each other? Truly I'd been taken with her the moment we met, I just never dared think she would return the sentiment. Since then I'd barely ever left her side." He looked to you, speaking with your sister once more as you both walked down the hall toward the kitchen, heart pounding in his chest as his mind was bombarded with the thought of perhaps living in a home similar to this with you one day, perhaps starting a family of your own. "You raised a remarkable woman, you should be very proud of her."

"I have been. I've always been. Honestly the only reason I haven't reached out to her sooner is I knew she wouldn't want to see most of the people in this house since they're the ones that practically drove her out all those years ago. But getting hit with the realization that my little girl was building a future that I wasn't going to be a part of felt so wrong to me. I only wanted for us to reconnect but the second Audrey and the rest of the family heard I was planning to reach out they took over. Invited themselves. Turned it into this entire thing."

"Apologies but I don't quite follow. She talked as if she knew that this would be a full family affair. Braced herself for it, even."

"That's only because she knows her mother painfully well, always sticking her business in places it didn't belong," he grumbled. "I don't know if she told you, but her mother and I have been separated since years before she even left the house. Our families have just been so tangled up with one another that I can't seem to escape as cleanly as my daughter did. Really I only planned for this to have been a simple meal shared with maybe Stella and her fiancé. I should have met with her instead, fuck I really clowned with this whole thing."

"Something that Y/N told me throughout my acclimation into this realm was…we learn as we go." Your father snapped his gaze towards you the moment Loki said the words. "She said you taught her that."

Thatcher straightened his stance and faced the god once more. "Do you love my daughter?"

He didn't hesitate to give his answer. "More than anything."

A lump formed in Loki's throat as your father reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring box that seemed generations old, set in a black leather and gold detailing. "The second I saw those pictures of the two of you, I recognized that look in your eyes. It's the same one I saw in Nate when he looked at Stella. When you're ready, and more importantly when she's ready, all I want is to be able to walk my baby down the aisle. But until then, keep this somewhere safe."

With a wave of his hand, Loki made the box disappear in a flash of green, keeping it in the safest place he could. "I'm sure she would love to have you walk her--"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Audrey??" The sound of your voice going shrill had him ready to march over to you. "So not only did you have the fucking audacity to invite yourself to this, bring your air-headed sisters along with you, and disrespect me and my boyfriend within sixty seconds of getting out the fucking car, but now you think you're in a position to pass your judgment and tell everyone how you think I 'picked the wrong Asgardian'."

A chill spread throughout Loki's body at your words. Despite the knowledge that yes, Thor was in fact the one that practically pushed you two to finally admit to your feelings towards one another, there would always be a deep-seated fear in him that you would wake up one day and choose differently. As so many before did in their youth.

"I'm just saying, little horsey, that if I was given the choice between two brothers, I would have picked the one that could make me a queen of a whole planet. Not the alien equivalent of an ex-con," your mother sneered at you, making his skin bristle at the sight of your rage visibly beginning to build. "Then again I shouldn't be surprised. You always did make it so difficult for us to tell any of our friends about you. Turning your back on the family business, specializing in a field that could do nothing for the image of my family, and now we can't even tell anyone you're dating a prince because all they're gonna see is the guy on YouTube back in Stuttgart that told everyone to--"

"Audrey, you finish that sentence I'm gonna make you fucking kneel," you seethed, shoulders squaring as you took a step toward them. "You haven't had a single good thing to say about me since I got first runner up in that stupid pageant you dragged me into when I was three. I turned my back on the family business because I refused to participate in a cycle of helping raise a new generation of girls that would turn out to be as brainless and shallow as you lot. I specialized in technological advancements in sustainable energy so I could actually do some good in the world and it got me an internship in Stark Industries that led to my training at SHIELD that led me into the Avengers program.

"And I don't give a single flying fuck if you can't brag to your friends at the country club about who I share a home with! Tell them whatever the fuck you want, but the long and short of it is this: I am dating a god. And a King." You lowered your voice as a smirk tugged at the side of your mouth, picking up a book that had been placed on top of the counter and waving it in their direction. "And these big boy blue-skinned ice aliens you're thirsting over in your horny wine moms book club?" You tossed the book back on the countertop with a resounding smack. "I'm dating that, too."

Your sister's jaw dropped to the ground as her gaze flickered between the scene in front of her and towards the front door where Loki still stood watching along with your father. "You go, sis," he heard her mutter before she cleared her throat. "If it helps, she's unimpressed with Nate being a neurosurgeon, too."

Somehow that sentiment caused you to chuckle, your stance a touch more relaxed now. "You know for such unimpressive women, you seem to have impossible standards for what you think is impressive to you. And the funniest thing is that somehow you all got it into your heads that the blonde himbo I call one of my best friends, that got banished to Earth for trying to destroy an entire realm because he was always a little too excited to wage war 'in his youth'…The same blonde himbo that had to grab and shake my shoulders to knock some sense into me because apparently my not so subtle crush on his brother was reciprocated and we were being idiots friendzoning ourselves? That Thor? Somehow you think you know better than I do and that he's somehow the better option? Fucking. Laughable.

"When I choose who I give my heart to, Audrey, that's it. I don't do the stupid thing and look around and see if there's greener pastures somewhere because I was raised better than that. By someone with more character in his pinky toenail than you have in your entire body, you bumbling idiot. Fact is there is no better option and there will never be a better option. Not for me. Thor doesn't even begin to compete. He's just the matchmaker. And if you can't even suck up your ego for five seconds and show me a modicum of respect then I don't need to tolerate your pretentious ass for one more minute."

As you walked out of the kitchen, marching your way back to him, Loki could see a fierce protectiveness in your eyes that he only ever saw out in the field. He'd come to terms that he would never see you donning that look over himself because out there he was better equipped and more than willing to be the one protecting you. He had to admit, however, that seeing it now had his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

I'm going to marry this woman, he thought to himself, a smile stretching across his face once you'd reached him and stepped into his outstretched arm, your own hand sliding across his lower back as you both settled into a familiar embrace.

"Sorry to rain down on this whole thing, Dad. I know you tried." You and your father gave each other mirroring shrugs. "Maybe you could--go to New York next time? Bring Stella with you? Y'know…just because I never wanna see those sad sacks of silicone and bleach ever again doesn't mean I wanna live the rest of my life without you two."

"I'll reach out next time I find myself in your neck of the woods, little bunny. Might be sooner than you think."

Your hold on him tightened the slightest bit as if to draw his attention back to you. It was adorable that you thought it ever left. "Let's go home." The way your tone audibly softened as soon as you turned to face him had the god unable to hold back from pressing a kiss to the top of your head before turning toward the door.

"Home?" a new voice perked up, making you both turn and face the dark-blond haired man who stepped in next to your sister. "I take it Audrey fucked up that fast, huh?" He set the grocery bags in his hands down, wiping his hands on his trouser legs before extending one towards you. "I'm Nate."

"The neurosurgeon, right?" you answered, taking his hand in what Loki knew was a handshake a touch firmer than necessary. "You know I work with someone who used to be a neurosurgeon, too. And…" The god stifled a chuckle as your grip tightened and tilted his hand to a point of discomfort. "If you ever even think about hurting my little sister, I will make what Stephen Strange went through look like a walk in the fucking park."

"Wouldn't dream of it," the Midgardian healer squeaked, letting out a breath of relief when you relinquished your hold on his hand. "Sorry you have to leave so early. Would've loved the opportunity to get to know the woman Stella can never seem to stop talking about. She's an entire fangirl whenever she sees you on the news."

"Shut up I am not!" Your sister faced you with a slightly sheepish look not too dissimilar from a look he occasionally saw from you. "Okay maybe I am a little bit. I mean I can't help it! My sister's a superhero!"

The sentiment had you nearly mirroring her jovial tone as you stepped out of his hold to pull her into an embrace. "I love you, too, sis. Come see me if you're ever in New York, okay?" When you pulled away from one another, you held her shoulders as you imparted one final piece of advice to both her and her intended. "You don't have to tolerate her behavior. Neither of you do. Today or--any other day of your lives."

It was just before dark when you and Loki got back to the Avengers Compound, already bracing yourself for what Tony was about to say once you stepped through the threshold. You knew you fucked up any chance of a new stakeholder for the Avengers the second you walked out of that house hand in hand with Loki, but you couldn't bring yourself to tolerate Audrey and her vapid posse a second longer.

Nobody got to pass judgment on you and your choices like that, especially when the choice they were so dismissively passing their judgment on was the love of your life. You should have broken their hands the second they started talking about how they thought you fumbled so badly for not choosing Thor.

"Thanks for not leaving Happy in hoity toity upper middle class Suburbia, you two," Stark hollered seconds after you stepped through the compound's main entrance.

"Tony I'm sorry--"

"For what?" he cut you off. "While you two were on the road your dad called me, said he wanted to invest in the Avengers Program, even offered his consulting company to be in our roster of resources. On one condition."

"And that would be?"

"Regular visits. At least once a quarter, he said. With you as the official liaison. Said he doesn't wanna miss any more of your life if he can help it."

A grin threatened to split your face, your heart warming at the knowledge that when your father said 'might be sooner than you think', he truly meant it. You no longer had to "all or nothing" your embargo on your family. "I think that can be arranged."

A/N: If you got that book reference, let's be best friends. And that name drop.

I'm so glad to knock another request off the 500-follower list! And this was honestly so much fun to write because I got to create a larger family dynamic that wasn't all bad for Reader but also showed that a few bad elements can really just throw off the whole vibe that that in itself is a good enough reason to walk away. (aka fuck u Audrey)

And also writing scenes where Reader tells Audrey off will never not be cathartic for me 😂🫡

Thank you so much for sending the request in, Camille! I hope you love the story as much as I loved creating it 💖💛

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[peptothesi]

Who is this fine babe

The reader meeting the jojo bro’s and flirting since you guys loved the villain one, (this is purely platonic)

Jonathan

🐶 You we’re visiting Jonathan after his battle with dio, you had brought flowers and chocolates for him as a ‘get well soon’ gift.

🐶 You raised your arm to knock on his door and it opened to reveal a man with blonde hair and a scarred face.

“Who might you be? What business do you have here?”

“I- um I have- uh I have some gifts-“

“OH! Y/N! Speedwagon it’s alright they’re my friend they mean no harm!”

🐶 The man now know as speedwagon immediately apologises while you eye him up like he’s a straight from a dream.

🐶 You we’re snapped out of your trance when Jonathan began softly hissing at you making you aware that it was your turn to respond.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“You’re cute”

“Wha?”

🐶 It was the perfect thing to break the tension making Jonathan and Erina chuckle whilst Speedwagon flushed a pink across his features.

“Oh my um, thank you that’s very kind”

🐶 Jonathan won’t let you live it down and not in the way that he keeps teasing you but reminding you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.

“Y/N it’s alright Speedwagon didn’t mind it, I’m sure it won’t affect your relationship with him”

“Jonathan please let it go-“

🐶 He’s so supportive and he thinks that you and Speedwagon should be together but then again you cannot tell if he’s serious or not.

Joseph

✈️ “Mamma mia, Joseph who’s this angel I see before me!!”

✈️ You came to Italy to see Joseph and see how he was handling his training, he was overall very excited to have you around.

✈️ Mainly because you are his best friend and he loves the attention you provide him but his heart sunk to his kneecaps when you met Caesar and inflated his ego instead.

✈️ Caesar was caught of guard he didn’t expect that but he also found it quite amusing.

“Well at least one of you have good taste, I’m shocked to see why we weren’t introduced earlier. Grazie, amore mio”

✈️ Hates it. hates it. hates it!

✈️ He groans everytime you speak to each other and gags when you both flirt with each other.

✈️ He sees the winks and the looks you two give each other and he rages.

✈️ For example if you both sit together he will sit in between you both.

✈️ He caught you both out together for lunch and you both almost had a lady and the tramp spaghetti moment thank god he had a pair of scissors on him and cut the pasta.

✈️ Doesn’t support it he rather you flirt with Kara or Lisa Lisa just ANYBODY ELSE!!

“Y/N why him of all people you can do so much better!! I know your standards are low but my god man!!”

“Joseph why-“

“Amore, don’t waste your breath he’s a lot cause and he of all people shouldn’t talk about standards-“

“GO TO HELL!!”

✈️ Maybe he wants what’s best for you and he doesn’t see Caesar as what’s best for you or maybe he just despises Caesar enough that the thought of him dating a lively person like yourself makes him ill or maybe it’s the image of his best friends dating and leaving him behind makes him depressed we will never know.

✈️ Its OBVIOUSLY the second option though.

✈️ He’s so glad when you need to leave Italy he doesn’t have to go through that torture anymore.

Jotaro

“Y’know you’re quite attractive now that I think about it Kakyoin”

“Huh? Oh-oh thank you Y/N, I find you attractive as well”

🐬 Kakyoin might be blushing and stuttering but Jotaro doesn’t really care I mean go for it I guess but as long as you both aren’t flirting for the next 50 days.

🐬 But the relationship he builds with kakyoin and how close he now is with you both, he finds it weird and he only realised how weird it was when he was walking home with you one day and it popped into his mind.

“Yare Yare daze”

“What’s wrong?”

“You know what you did”

Josuke

“I mean I guess I can see where Yukako is coming from but in my eyes Okyusa is more attractive”

“HE’S WHAT?!”

“REALLY?!!”

💛 A shock to the system really, he didn’t see that coming and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

💛 He makes peace with it at first but it slowly gets to him over time.

💛 Okuyasu uses it in arguments with Josuke it’s his most prized bragging argument that he uses all the time.

“Okay but I’ve got better hair!”

“Y/N thinks I’m the most attractive guy in town they said it themselves!!”

“God dammit”

💛 It’s jealousy but he’s not going to admit that for the sake of his pride.

💛 He’s nothing if he’s not a lover of attention, so when the the thought of someone else being greater than him in your eyes comes to mind it pains his heart.

💛 He pouts when you and Okuyasu jokingly flirt with each other.

💛 He pretends he doesn’t care about it cause why would he? It’s just a compliment (he really cares)

“Okuyasu sometimes you’re just too cute for me to handle!”

“Daw! Y/N stop it!”

“What about me though?”

“Hmm did you say something Josuke?”

“Nope you must be hearing things you need me to use Crazy Diamond?”

Giorno

“Bruno has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

🐸 Everyone got real quite real quick, the talking stopped and just turned to you like you just did something stupid.

🐸 Bruno just chuckled and thanked you a smile gracing his features making you sigh dreamily.

🐸 Narancia and Mista poked at Giorno wondering what he thought about it all.

🐸 You two are close after all, isn’t he going to react to this?

🐸 He doesn’t really see it as a big deal though, true it is strange considering Bruno is your boss and that’s not really appropriate to say to your boss but oh well.

🐸 You are close so he’ll ask you about it and if it’s just plain simple you spoke your thoughts and meant what you said then there’s not much he can really do.

🐸 He might be a little jealous but nobody will know that.

“Did you mean it when you called Bruno beautiful??”

“Yes, I think he’s very attractive why do you ask?”

“No reason”

[kenmjiro]

✩°｡⋆⸜ Headcanons pregnancy (TR MEN)

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ Summary: how would you react the characters of Tokyo Revengers to tell her that she is pregnant with them?

⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ Character; Baji, shinichiro, Mitsuya

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Keisuke Baji

It was a beautiful afternoon and with really nice weather so you and Baji decided to take a walk in the park closest to your home, you were holding hands when suddenly he stopped when he saw some little kittens in a box . who was under the shade of a tree

“Look y/n, I think they abandoned them!” He blurted out with low concern

You weren't really paying attention and not because you didn't care about them, just like Baji loves animals, but this time you were deep in your own thoughts: you knew you were pregnant and you were eager to tell Baji, but you wanted to tell him in one word. creatively, you wanted him to be totally surprised and that was the problem, you weren't creative at all.

Suddenly the sound of a ferocious cat's meow brought you out of your thoughts. The one who seemed to be the father of the kittens came out from the branches when he saw Baji approaching them.

“Wow, calm down little friend! “I just wanted to help you and your little babies.” Baji said sweetly while petting them.

Sometimes I didn't understand how the man who hit other kids for being sleepy could be so sweet. You smiled when you saw that scene where Baji was really moved to see how that cat took care of its babies.

“Is Kei okay? Has he scratched you?” Asked.

“No baby, he didn't. Look how cute he is!” He smiles, “and if I had, it would be fine, I think a father would do anything for his child and that means protecting them from strangers like me.” When he said that he became a little thoughtful. “I wish I could do that one day.”

His words took you by surprise. “Well, how convenient Keisuke, because our family is about to grow. “You blurted out with a proud tone and being a little mysterious.

"Hey? What do you mean precious? Are you telling me I can take one of them home? He responded innocently.

“No keisuke, I mean soon you will be able to take care of someone else” you took his hand and placed it on your belly.

"CHICK! Que?! WE WILL BE DADS!”He shouted and you nodded with tears in your eyes, he delicately took your face in his hands and gave you a tender smile "Thank you, beautiful" he said to kiss you intensely and then gave you a big smile again but this time accompanied by some tears “I PROMISE YOU I WILL BE THE BEST DAD!”

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Shinichiro Sano

Since you and Shinichiro were dating, you always used to talk about how excited you would be to be able to start a family together; They talked about the names they would give them and the number of children they each wanted to have, although Shinichiro wanted a whole crowd, he was aware of and respected the number you wanted. They talked for a long time about the topic and today, finally, that day had arrived.

You guided a blindfolded shinichiro towards the entrance to his workshop. “Walk a little more to the left shin” you asked him.

“Ouch! What was that? “You led me towards a tree?!” He responded by complaining.

“Sorry, I was making sure you weren't really looking,” you laughed, “but now we're in the right place, are you ready?” You told him as you slowly began to remove the blindfold.

“Honey, why did you bring me to the workshop?” He told you as he turned to you to see something disconnected.

“Wait until you see what I have prepared shin.”

You opened the automatic curtain of the workshop, gradually revealing his beloved motorcycle, except that this time it was adorned with two helmets on the seat; one was the well-known shinichiro helmet but... what about the other? It was much smaller than his and looked a little childish.

It took a couple of seconds for his brain to put all the pieces together and understand the meaning of what he was seeing. As he did so he opened his eyes in surprise and froze for a moment “IS THAT WHAT I THINK I AM WEIGHING?!” He said shouting with excitement, showing a big smile on his face.

"YEAH! YOU WILL BE DAD!" You counted with the same emotion.

“I WILL FINALLY BE A DAD! Well, WE WILL BE PARENTS!” He said as he carried you around and kissed your cheeks at the same time. “Thank you y/n! You make me so happy."

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Takashi Mitsuya

It was an ordinary morning. The sound of his loud alarm was present in the room. Takashi began to move between the sheets. He refused to open his eyes, but the noise of said alarm irritated him. He half-opened his eyes and the rays of the sun that leaked through the curtain reminded him that he should get up to go. to work; he stretched out his arm to turn off the annoying alarm and be able to sleep for a few more minutes, or at least that's what he planned until he heard a strange sound coming out of the bathroom. If apparently it was you vomited

He hurriedly got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. “My love, what's wrong? “Is she sick?” He said as he looked worried, he leaned close to you and helped you clean yourself.

“Maybe we went a little overboard with dinner last night, we ate a little more than usual! Does your stomach hurt? ”He questioned helping you stand up.

“I don't think it's dinner…” you blurted out hesitantly.

"No? “So what do you think it was?” He asked even more worried, your health has always been very important to him.

“Taka… it's not the first time he's vomited these last few days and well, actually… all week I've had terrible nausea.” You responded shyly and a little blushing.

Mitsuya's eyes widened. “Do you think you...?” He asked to which you nodded your head with a knowing smile. You barely finished speaking when he ran out, still in his pajamas, to buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy.

“Is Y/n pregnant?” He thought, his eyes shining as he questioned such a probability “I could have a cute little baby with my y/n” He smiled instantly as he mentalized the image of you with his child in your arms. She took the various pregnancy tests that were on the store shelf and hurried back home.

When he arrived he went up the stairs with the evidence in his hand. “I'm here! I brought 3 different tests! The best and most effective according to the lady at the pharmacy” you smiled when you perceived his excitement, you took them and entered the bathroom.

Minutes later they were both sitting on the floor of the room, with their hands intertwined waiting for the result, he had set a timer for the three tests, they would wait until everyone was ready to see the results; When the first one sounded they both turned to see each other.

“Well, that's the first one, let's see it and then check the others? I honestly can't wait to know my love,” he said impatiently.

“OK! Ready Taka? Let's count up to 3” you proposed and preceded to count.

“A-”he interrupted you.

“TWO THREE!” she said quickly, “YAAA!” He shouted with excitement.

Mitsuya took the test and was perplexed when he saw it “Taka? Hey, don't tell me that n-”

“POSITIVE! WE WILL BE DADS!” He said, pounced on you, filling your face with loving kisses.

“WE WILL BE TAKASHI DADS!!” You repeated excitedly, she got up from the floor and carried you in her arms bridal style, she began to kiss you again, giving it light and careful turns in the air.

“NOW WE WILL BE THREE MY LOVE!” She laid you down on the bed and kissed you on the lips again, this time in a more intense way, she slowly went down your neck, finally leaving your abdomen. “You make me the happiest man in the world y/n,” she said, leaving one last loud kiss on your stomach. “Correction, you make me the happiest man in the world.”

[purplekiwis]

Hi I hope you are doing well ❤️ I just want to say that your ceo harry fic is one of my absolute favs, it’s so well written and so fun to read ❤️ any new chapters coming soon? Can’t wait to read them, have a nice day ❤️

The Party (PART 6 of CEO!Harry having a crush on adorable and chubby Y/N)

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hii lovely readers!!! i'm so sorry for keeping you waiting for a ceorry update for so many months 🥲 i know you guys love this story very dearly so, i really hope you like where its going. this chapter is a bit different from the ones before so i'm excited to hear your feedback on it ❤️

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“I should probably head back to my table but… this was great! Seeing each other outside the office, I mean. Maybe we could um… do it again soon,” Harry ventured. He knew Y/N was probably a bit too tipsy to process anything but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to test the waters. Get a feel for her reaction, so to say. They'd been chatting by the bar for a bit, and she looked to be enjoying herself. He'd stay with her the rest of the night if he could, but when he caught her sneaking a glance at her friends, he knew it was time to say goodbye. She wanted to return to her table, and Harry wasn’t going to stand in the way.

“Oh! You mean like an office party, right?” Whether it was for the better or for the worse, the prospect of a party appeared to have reignited Y/N's focus on him. “That would be so fun! People at work have told me you guys used to do that sometimes…”

“Uhh… we-um… yeah, I guess we used to do that. Haven’t in a while though…” Harry faintly recalled having thrown a party or two, and while that was far from what he'd had in mind, he was frankly lacking the guts to correct Y/N after seeing her so excited. 

And his guts only shrank when she told him that if he was ever looking for ideas, she had one. It goes without saying that he hadn't been looking, but the fact that she had an idea piqued his interest. “What’s that?”

It was that question that ended up with Harry organizing an office party. It was ridiculous… especially at such a time when everyone had important projects they were working on. If someone else had suggested he’d throw a party, Harry would have told them to take a walk, but as it was Y/N, he went along with the damn thing.

Her idea was that they would host a Murder Mystery event, where the team would have work together to find out ‘who killed the boss’. Harry will admit he didn’t find that last bit very amusing, but Y/N had looked so cute while drunkenly explaining everything to him that night at the bar that by the time she was finishing, he was smiling and nodding along without even realizing.

On the bright side, the idea would be easy to follow. Harry would only have to purchase a silly little game kit, and perhaps play dead for an hour or two (he didn’t really know what the game consisted of yet, but he was assuming that should be part of it). But then, of course… once they went to present the idea to the rest of the team the following Monday, everyone wanted to have a say on the matter.

They also wanted dinner… which Harry was fine with. That was what the corporate card was for after all. He would even let them pick the restaurant themselves… and as long as he got to spend time with Y/N and the food tasted decent, he wouldn't even think to look twice at the bill before swiping his bougie debit card. But that wasn’t enough for them, the greedy little bastards… they didn’t just ask for ‘regular dinner’, they wanted a potluck dinner. It was Margaret's idea, of course... because she could never pass up the opportunity to flaunt her cooking skills. Harry on the other hand, was well aware that his weren’t that impressive. He could put about five dishes together successfully, and none of those were party foods.

The fact that everyone was bringing food from home instead of going out to eat would save his corporate money, but not him from the potential humiliation of showing up with something that didn’t taste that good. And yes, he could always play it safe by bringing in the good ol’ trail mix bowl, but there was nothing particularly exciting about that.

He could also opt to buy some fancy pastries at a bakery… those would be a surefire hit, but everyone would know he hadn’t made them. That’s the annoying thing about in-store baked goods… they always look a little too elaborate to pass as homemade.

So Harry did the unpredictable, he settled upon trying to cook something himself. Figuring that, if everything went to shit, he could always pick something up on his way to work the next day. He searched for recipes that were fun, easy, and suitable for most dietary preferences. Mostly because he didn’t know if Y/N was a vegetarian and whatnot, and he didn’t want to give her any reasons to not eat his food. Not if he could help it anyway...

So he made spinach puffs from scratch.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely from scratch because he used frozen puff pastry… but the filling part he did all himself! And he still had to cut, fold and egg brush his pastry, which had to count for something, right?

All in all, Harry was quite enthusiastic the moment he got to showcase his plate full of golden brown treats to his team, but nothing could beat his excitement to taste whatever it was that Y/N had brought in.

His entire evening was consumed by food and other people, so when Y/N finally spoke to him, it was the highlight of his evening that far. She complimented him on his food, and he returned the compliment, “These look spectacular.” He said regarding her cake pops. That she had made look extra cute by tying little ribbons around the ends.

“Really? Thank you!” She looked happily surprised. “I figured that since Simon has been pestering me to bring him cake, now would be the perfect time.”

“Oh.” Well, that certainly caught Harry off guard. “So you two have been getting along, then?”

“Mhm. I’d say we're becoming good friends.” She raised her finger to her lips in thought. “Now that I think about it, I think I actually have you to thank, because the first time Simon and I talked was when you asked me to call him to your office.”

The knowledge that Simon got to hang out with Y/N often unsettled Harry… and kind of enraged him too, mainly because he was jealous that she was spending her time with somebody else other than him. Did this mean they were together? Harry couldn't resist the impulse to ask, “Good friends as in… just friends?”         

“Yeah, of course. Just friends.” She replied immediately. “But why? Do we have a policy on dating coworkers or something? Not that I’m asking because of Simon, it's just... I’d like to be informed, on the off chance that we have one…”

Y/N’s question caused a quickening in Harry’s pulse. “Uh, no. We don’t. But… personally, I'd say it would be best not to date someone you're working on the same department with… just in case, you know… things get off-kilter.” Harry ended the subject by bringing one of Y/N’s cake pops to his mouth and taking a bite. “These are really good...”

“Oh, thank you! I’m glad you like them… and yeah, I get that. Thanks for the advice.”

Her reaction blindsided Harry. He was just hoping she didn't think she'd have to follow his advice. Because one, it was very biased advice, and two, it was only referencing her and Simon, not the entire company… much less the executive department, where the only option available was Harry himself.

“Were you able to use that coupon I told you about to buy the game?” She asked when her eyes fell on the store bag that Harry had brought to the table with him.

He looked down as well, having completely lost sight of why they were standing there talking in the first place. “Oh, yes. I did use that. Thanks for recommending it. Struck us a deal.”

“Oh, cool! If you’re ever looking for any other coupons, remember I'm the person to ask!” She smiled goodbye at him once one of her coworkers interrupted them to steal her attention, and suddenly Harry feared that none of the beverages available at dinner would be powerful enough to help him beat the heat coming up his neck.

What the hell was he doing? Why had he given her that stupid advice? Like she would ever take it into consideration if she was seriously contemplating dating Simon... If his advice was going to serve for anything, it would be to remind her of how hypocritical he was being whenever he eventually asked her on a date. And yes, as for the latter, he was still planning to do it... but as usual, his biggest challenge was finding the right opportunity. What only got harder once they started playing the game, because just as Harry had already been expecting, his only role in it was to be absent.

Which was annoying, all Harry had wanted was to eat a decent dinner and talk to Y/N… and now he was being made to stay inside the meeting room by his team. Lounging on the office sofa and staring at the blue wall painting. How fun.

Everyone else seemed to be having fun though… at least judging by the commotion outside. Harry wouldn't be too shocked if everyone accidentally forgot about him by the end of the evening… he was actually kind of expecting them to, until a soft knock on the door pulled him out of his self-absorbed reveries. “May I?” A sweet voice made him sit up. Y/N. Harry didn't need to peek at the door to know it was her.

“Yeah, of course.” He replied as he swiftly moved into a more flattering position. “Is everything okay? How’s the game going?”

“Good. It’s good. I just got killed off, though.” She smiled, sighing and laughing at the same time. “Is it okay if I wait in here with you?”

“Oh, by all means… I’ll definitely enjoy the company.” Harry smiled back, shifting to give her a space to sit beside him. “I thought I was going to be the only one getting killed, though...”

“Oh, no. Someone will on every round until they figure out who the killer is. The story is just like any other serial killer mystery... Which, in hindsight, also explains why the bigger girl was killed first.”

Harry could tell that Y/N was kidding, but the implication she was making didn't sit well with him. “I doubt that was the case; I think they just killed you first ‘cause they knew how much I wanted your company…”

“Oh, I wasn't whining about getting killed.” She quickly began to explain. “I'm sorry if I sounded like I was sympathy-seeking- I wasn’t. I was just trying to break the tension with a joke.”

Harry shook his head. “It’s not that. It's just no fun listening to someone as great as you underestimate yourself.”

“Yeah, I know. I try not to, but these types of jokes usually come to me when I'm nervous.” She acknowledged with a sigh. “I’m sorry if that was awkward.”

“It wasn’t. But what is it, that's making you nervous? Is it me?”

“Kind of. Not you in particular, but it's just a different situation being here with you this way.”

“Would it make you less nervous if I turned on the overhead lights?”

“Oh no. It's not that kind of nervous.” She laughed softly. “It's more like never knowing what to say or what to talk about…”

“Tell me about you, then…” He asked her honestly. “What do you usually do when you’re not at work?”

“I don't do much, to be honest. I used to go out with friends a lot, but since I’ve gotten my dog I’ve been spending most of my time at home with him instead.”

“Oh, you’ve got a dog. How’s he like?”

“He’s uh… white and tiny?” She chuckled. “Would you like to see a picture?”

“I’d love to.” Harry said, leaning closer to look at the photo Y/N was showing him on her phone. “Aw, look at this little guy!”

“His name is Mochi, like the dessert.”

“It’s a good name.” Harry had never heard of Mochi and had no idea what it was, but after learning that Y/N enjoyed it, he really wanted to try it. “I have a cat, by the way. My lock screen is a picture of her, actually so… I can show her too if you'd like to see.”

“Yeah, ‘course I’d like to see.” She said, and so he took his phone out to show her. “My goodness! Is that really your cat? Look at that hair- it’s so fluffy!” Harry smiled at the comment. He was definitely proud of how well-groomed Atlas’s fur was in that picture, and it made him feel good that Y/N could tell it was well taken care of. “How much did you give for her? She looks expensive.”

“Oh, that's a touchy subject. We don’t talk about that.” He shook his head, smiling. “A little over two thousand. I know it’s a lot for a cat, especially when I could’ve easily gotten one for free but… I don’t know. To be honest, I had never considered owning a pet before, but after seeing her I just couldn't let her go. She was too cute.”

“No, I’m not judging. I completely get the appeal. I saw her and wanted to have her right away.” Her face drew back once she was done admiring Atlas. “I have to say I’m surprised, though. I would’ve never pictured you as a cat person…”

“Really? What did you make of me, then?”

“I'm not sure, but you look like someone who would be more into dogs.”

“I like dogs.” He’s not a big fan, to be totally honest… but as long as they don't growl or bite at his shins he can sympathize with them. “Do you like cats?”

“I do, yes. But I wanted a dog because I was hoping it would help me become somewhat more active. That backfired though, because Mochi’s a couch potato like me, so we basically just stay home and watch Netflix.”

That, by Harry's standards, sounded like a perfect weekend. That's exactly how he spends his too, but God… if he had Y/N there, it'd take things to a whole other level of perfect. He adored the concept, and he really wanted to know what her favorite shows were. “What have you been watching on Netflix, anything good?”

Harry could tell she was excited that he’d asked, which made him wonder whether she had been waiting to tell someone. “I started watching this show called The Umbrella Academy. It’s pretty fun if you’re into goofy, sci-fi shows.”

“No way! That’s what I’m watching too!” He was the one getting giddy now. “I’ve binged through the entire first season on Sunday. Haven't had the chance to start season two yet, sadly… What season are you on?”

“I’m halfway through season two. I won't give anything away since you haven’t seen it yet, but it has been fantastic so far.” Harry could tell she was enjoying the conversation by the way her body had turned entirely to face him. “What’s your favorite character?”

“Hmm… I’d say it’s a tie between Five and Klaus for me. Yours?”

“It’s the same for me, but I think I might like Klaus a little bit more...”

“That’s fair. He’s a great character…” Their legs brush as Harry adjusts on the sofa. He noticed she didn’t draw away, which he interprets as a favorable indication. His body is itching to make a move. They’re alone, the lights are dim, and she looks so lovely under them. Harry cannot keep that question bottled up inside his chest anymore, he has to ask her now. “So… Is that also all you're planning to do next weekend—just Netflix?”

“I believe so. I won't lie; the weekends are usually very unexciting for me.” She laughed, and Harry gulped.

For a moment, he feels the words tremble in his throat. Harry's not too sure on how to approach this with her. He doesn't want to lose out on the opportunity… he's done it before and regretted it immensely after. He really wants to spit it out and get this over with, but he's so nervous that his tongue feels tied to his mouth. And, to add insult to injury, she was staring right at him with those pretty eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer though, so he does the only thing he knows will benefit him in this situation: He takes a deep breath to settle himself before speaking, “I was thinking it could be fun to go do something together, since you're free. We could, er... watch a movie. Perhaps have dinner or grab a drink... whatever you'd prefer, really.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed for a little, but then she made a face as though she had finally grasped what he was saying. “Oh. So you're saying like you, me and...”

“Just us, that's what I’m saying.” Harry could feel the reddening forming on his cheeks, but he hoped Y/N wouldn't be able to notice it in the low light. “I’ve been trying to push away my interest but I… can’t. I think you’re great, and I’d like to get to know you better, if you let me, of course.”

Her face was giving him the impression that she was perplexed by this suggestion, like she couldn't believe her ears. “I, um… I’m sorry. I’m really confused.”

“That’s okay. I know that this was most likely unexpected, but don't be scared to speak your mind. I’m a grown man. I can take rejection. And, course, whatever you decide won’t have any implications on your job or anything. I shouldn't even have to mention that, but just in case it wasn't clear enough.”

Harry noticed her glancing down at his hands, gaze focused on his many rings, possibly looking for a wedding band. Her puzzlement seemed to ease some when she didn’t find one. “Right. So, um...”

Before she could finish her sentence, there was another knock on the meeting room's door. It slid open, as Mark, the fucking cockblocker, walked inside to announce that he, too, had been killed off in the game and was hoping he could join them. Despite the unwanted company in the room, Harry’s gaze still remained glued to Y/N for another moment, hoping she'd at least give him a hint on where her answer was going.

She didn’t. In fact, all she did after Mark's arrival was putting more space between them by giving up her seat next to Harry. He wasn't sure if she was nervous or trying to keep up appearances, but the rest of the night he had the impression she was wary of his proximity and avoided standing too close to him. Her distance was making Harry anxious. He desperately wanted to believe that the way she was acting was because he was making her sweat the same way she was making him, so he tricks his mind into believing so. His optimism begins to waver however, when the party’s over and he notices that Y/N doesn't linger around for him. On the contrary, she appeared to be in a mad dash to get to her car.

“Y/N…” Harry rushed after her. A pasted smile on his face since he had not yet realized how much her demeanor had changed since their talk. He did however notice it the moment their gazes met. She seemed uneasy and quite frankly unhappy to see him. “Hey, er… before you go, I wanted to ask on that thing from earlier, since Mark came in and I missed your answer.”

“Right, um… about that...” He noticed her eyes darting about the parking lot, as if she was anticipating someone to be staring. “I didn't give it much thought since I didn't think you were serious.”

Harry's brows furrowed. “Why would I ask you out if I wasn't serious?”

“I don’t know.” She looked frustrated. “I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings, but I feel like you're playing a joke on me and if that's the case, I don't find it funny.”

With each word she uttered, Harry's confusion intensified. “What makes you think it's a joke?” He waited for her to respond, but she didn't. “Do you not like me? Is that it? Cause if that's the case, I'd honestly rather you tell me than pretend it's not serious.”

“No, I- of course I like you. You're a good boss, and I've always appreciated that.”

Harry was unable to control his shaky laugh. “Don’t give me that… you know that's not what I'm asking.” She finally met his gaze at that point. The slight pout on her lips was beyond Harry's understanding, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it. He couldn't, though. Not there. Not yet. “Do you like me as a man, or… find me interesting in any way?”

Y/N went quiet for a moment. “Yes, I think you're interesting,” She finally confessed. “But I also genuinely love working here and I really, really am not looking to jeopardize that.”

Harry noticed Y/N turn towards the driver side of her car, so he took a step further, in a nonverbal request for her to halt. “You won’t. I assure you.”

“Whether or not that's the case, you're still my boss, and I don't think it would be appropriate for us to spend our free time together under these circumstances.” She hastily unlocked her car door. As far as Harry could tell, she seemed to want to end the conversation there.

“I understand that, but what if we look past the circumstances? One date, Y/N. You don’t have to compromise… just let me get to know you, it’s all I want.”

“I'm not that type of new hire, Harry.” Based on her words and expression, it seemed that his insistence had irked her. “I don’t know if this is something you typically do, but I respectfully ask that you do not bring up this topic with me again. Otherwise, you'll leave me with no choice except going to HR.”

“Y/N, hold on... You're reading this wrong. I'm not that kind of guy; please... let me clear things up.” He stood next to her car, pleading with her not to flee the parking lot the way he knew she wanted to.

“Have a good night, Harry.” That was all she said before shutting the door and starting her car. So Harry stood in that practically empty parking lot and watched her leave. He couldn't believe this had happened to him. It had felt like a nightmare, but it was real. The lingering scent of Y/N’s perfume emanating from the spot where her car had just been parked confirmed so.

His biggest worry wasn't whether Y/N would go to HR or not, that was the least of his concerns. He just felt awful that he made her feel like she would need such drastic measures to keep him away. Had he been too insistent? He didn't want that at all; all he wanted was for her to see past the downsides and give him a chance.

Maybe Harry was arrogant in thinking she should have. He was quite spoiled in that regard. When he asked women out, he wasn't used to getting a no. Of course he'd been dumped by exes before, but he couldn't exactly say he was used to getting turned down right away... they usually always let him have what he wanted first. If not for his looks, then most likely for his money.

Granted, he had never had to deal with such ethical dilemmas when persuing someone before, but still, he couldn't help but think that Y/N’s reaction had been slightly overkill. But perhaps Harry was just looking at things from his privileged point of view. The truth was that if shit went down, the worst thing he would have to face was getting marketed as a boss who sleeps with his employees. Meanwhile, Y/N could have to deal with much worse. He’s heard stories, after all. He knows people would feel much more at liberty badmouthing her and questioning her accomplishments than they would his.

So, he gets it. He does. He despises it, however. It's not even about the rejection for him; of course, that bothers him, but he can live with it. The knowledge that Y/N probably thinks he is a scumbag, however, is what’s killing him the most. He can't even look at himself. He wants to punch his reflection whenever his eyes land in the side view mirror as he drives, the same way he wants to punch himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning. He looked as miserable as he felt, but he wouldn't have expected anything less after drinking himself into that state the night before.

He had half the mind not to show up at work that morning. The alcohol and the lack of sleep had led to a severe hammering behind his eyeballs. His vision was still slightly skewed, and he felt absolutely rotten. It's not like anybody would bother checking on him… they'd just assume he had to attend a surprise meeting or was doing something more important. Speaking of, Harry did have some major stuff he needed to take care of at the office that day. That realization was only making him want to get back under his covers and never get out of bed again more.

But somehow he pushed through.

Because truth be told, he was acting like a wimp. He knew facing Y/N would be painful, like removing a bandage from a fresh sore. That’s why part of him wanted to put it off for as long as he could, even if the other was aware that wasn't a workable option. Logically speaking, he knew it was only a matter of minutes, or perhaps seconds until they ran into each other. And yet, never in a million years did he expect it to happen as quickly as it did.

Harry had just finished dragging his grumpy self inside the building’s elevator and was about to hit the button when she walked through the door and slid in beside him. The fragrance of her perfume engulfed him, what instantly transported him back to the previous night and made him shudder, but he inhaled it anyway.

“Good morning,” She greeted cordially while searching through her purse, oblivious to who the person standing next to her was.

“G’Morning.” Harry muttered back. The recognition of his voice eventually jolted her into looking at him. By then, he had already figured she hadn't consciously stepped inside the elevator with him, but it still stung to see her face drop at his presence.

Judging by her reaction, Harry was guessing her eyes had failed to recognize him at first glance. Sunglasses and jeans, after all, were not his style when it came to workwear. He liked to put in effort when it came to his appearance, and naturally that was only heightened by his not so little crush. His pants were always ironed the night before, and his clothes were always perfectly coordinated. On that day however, he had barely mustered the patience to comb his fingers through his hair, let alone put on something nice.

From that moment on, there was an awkward tension.

Harry desperately wanted to apologize for what had happened the night before, but he was trapped by shame. He couldn’t even look at her. His gaze was fixed on the elevator floor, and he had no intention of raising it until they arrived at their floor. He assumed hers was fixed somewhere within those close-fitting walls too, probably as far away from him as possible.

“I’m free on Saturday.” She suddenly said, to his great astonishment. “If you still want to hang out, we can, as long as it’s at a place where we are unlikely to run into anyone that works here. It isn't a date though, so don’t have any expectations.”

Despite his exhaustion, Harry couldn't keep a giddy smile from breaking out on his face. “Can I give you my number, then?”

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[genuine-wrestleboy]

is there...a touchstarved fic coming?

IT'S COMING I PROMISE it's a little mechanophilic rn is that a turn off for anyone? idk please have a snippet i love you for waiting

“They hired me to fix you,” you add, like that might sway its decision. “We met once. I don't know if you remember.”

The animatronic stares without speaking, and you get the impression of narrowed eyes, a thoughtful frown. A flock of late-migrating birds goes by outside, calling mournfully into the brisk morning air. The animatronic perks up at the sound, then shakes itself violently and jabs a finger at the back of its head.

“Get it out.” Its voice is stone on stone, grinding and guttering, and silly though the sentiment may be, you can't help but think that it sounds painful.

“Okay,” you say amiably. At this point you wouldn't be surprised if the animatronic had some way to troubleshoot its own systems, but it seems best practice to see what's going on for yourself before you start pulling things loose.

While you get your tools, the animatronic lowers itself stiffly to its knees. You feel its eyes follow you, heavy as a human gaze, and something about it puts flushed heat up the back of your collar. There's that inchoate sense of appraisal again, like it knows something you don't and is waiting, amused, to see whether or not you figure it out.

“Alright, I'm going to touch you now.” You feel a little silly for the warning, but you figure it doesn't hurt to be polite.

Its response comes slowly, as though it has to think about it. “Very well.”

Even still, when you start exploring, it freezes, so quickly that you worry that something in the long-neglected mechanics must've finally shorted out.

“Shit, everything alright?”

“Just do it,” says the animatronic tightly, and then lets out a staticky, startled sound when you touch it again that makes you very glad it can't see your expression. It's not a moan, because you wouldn't know what to physically do with yourself if you had to deal with the implications of that, but the sounds share a border so close that they could rub off on one another, like wet paint.

It feels like every nerve in your body has migrated to your hands as you search for a seam in the matted fur. Fine, ashy grit collects in the whorls of your fingerprints, staining them a waxy grey.

“We should really get you cleaned up after this,” you say, just to say it.

The comment is met by the pinched, metallic sound of old fans scraping into agonized motion. A new rush of urgency tenses your muscles. Care and deliberation are all well and good, but you don't exactly trust the efficacy of the cooling system after all this time, and none of it will do you any good if everything's too hot to touch by the time you find your way in. Adrenaline urges you along, and you feel a surge of triumph when your searching fingers close on the hidden pull of a zipper. Age and grime stick the teeth fast together; you worry at it while trying desperately not to break it. When the fur finally peels apart, it does so with the stiff, reluctant cling of an unripe orange.

Underneath, the metal is greasy black and tacky to the touch. Thick dark liquid coagulates in a shallow divot the size of your smallest fingernail, sucks at the pad of your thumb when you move to swipe it aside. 

“Let me know if this—” you begin, then falter. If this hurts, you were going to say. Over the animatronic's shoulder, you can see its fingers claw against its thighs. You clear your throat awkwardly, suddenly too aware of your own fingers, the metal heating steadily beneath them. “—if anything feels wrong,” you finish lamely.

The animatronic grunts noncommittally. As carefully as if it were made of porcelain, you press the tip of your screwdriver experimentally under the divot's hidden lip. Slow, careful pressure—a small hatch pries stickily upwards, and excitement flares in your chest. It's tempered only a little by the smell that follows, a burst of wet, cloying rot that thrusts through your sinuses and lays itself in your mouth like a sluggy second tongue. You don't gag, but it's a near thing. 

“There we go,” you say, a little nasal, “that's not so bad, right? Oh, look at you, you're gorgeous.”

Visible now under the hatch is a snakes’ nest of wires, blue and red and black, their insulating skins shedding to reveal gleams of greening copper so expertly soldered that you can still make out every path between the joints. The patterns are alien to you, though, unlike any of the machines you've worked on before, as though whoever was responsible for this one was making it up as they went along. It's fascinating in its novelty and exhilarating in its sheer blunt competence. 

How had the creator managed it, to make an animatronic that was still capable of such complex operation after, if what your now former boss was to be believed, thirty years of inactivity? There must be redundancies built into the design to preserve functionality in case of damage, but the fact that they're still effective is astonishing. It makes you want to do something embarrassing, like lean forward and kiss it. If it weren't for the awareness of your impatiently shifting audience, you probably would.

Instead, you focus on the captivating puzzle in front of you, sorting gingerly through the wires with reverent, gloved fingers. They part readily under your touch, slick with more of that dark, acrid liquid, though by now you’re starting to get used to the smell. A rigid tension seizes the animatronic's shoulders, as though it were stopping itself from moving away. The fans in its chest whir and screech.

“Hanging in there?” you ask.

“Don't coddle me,” it bites out, and you laugh before you can stop yourself.

“Who's coddling? I just wanna make sure I'm not touching anything I shouldn't.”

As you speak, you slide a fingernail between two wires, teasing them apart with a soft shlick. Sitting beneath them, top left like a postage stamp, is a battered chip of purple plastic. Corrosion bleeds from its edges in crystalline gobs and fans out in feathery white veins, caustic mechanical mold. Where it meets metal, rubbery ribbons of sealant curl away to bare the fragile circuitry below. You let out a short, appraising breath between your teeth. 

It looks—to use a technical term—bad, but you know better than to mess with anything when you still don't know what it does. You hover a fingertip over the chip, testing for heat. You expect it—a functional heat, at least, enough to confirm that it's still doing what it's meant to, whatever that is. What you don't expect is the chill. It's like the chip is carved from ice, radiating a cold well below the air around it. The unexpected sensation gets a gasp out of you, prickling up your arms in gooseflesh that feels like nails raked lightly along your skin. 

Heat rises into your face, and sinks into your belly. Humiliation nips at its heels.

“There's a chip here,” you blurt, your own silence taking on uncomfortable weight. “D'you know what it's for?”

It's a long shot, but your aim proves true.

“Yes,” says the animatronic, sounding pleased.

[peterpparkrr]

Starlight (Pt. 2)

Series: Starlight

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader

Summary: You begin your travels with the Mandalorian.

A/N: I still believe that they blew up the Razor Crest in s2 because ppl were being too horny about it which is why I refuse to write in a universe where Din flies the new ship. How is he supposed to fuck in a one-seater???

You’d never been inside the Razor Crest before. You’d seen its exterior plenty of times, from a distance, but your familiarity stopped at the door. You took in its humble interior, the bare necessities. Mando leads you up the ladder to the cockpit and you set Grogu in your lap as you strapped yourself into the passenger seat.

You were tired of hiding. Of being alone. Grogu’s presence had made you keenly, painfully, aware of how it feels to be alone in the universe. 

But you’re not sure why you decided to ask this man of all people. No, that’s not true. You know why you asked him. You saw the way that Grogu was with him. The memories Grogu had shared with you as you’d grown closer had made one thing crystal clear. 

The Mandalorian would stop at nothing to protect Grogu. 

And that knowledge heartened you. You knew you would be safe with him. 

You’re all quiet as Mando takes off and you fly into space.

It’s all a bit overwhelming if you’re being completely honest. You feel like a child. Like you’ve never seen space before. Which isn’t true, but it’s been so long that you’d forgotten how it feels.

When Mando puts the ship into hyperdrive you gasp.

Mando’s head turns sharply to look at you. 

“We used to travel all the time, when I was a padawan, before the empire,” You explain as you continue to stare out in wonder. “But I’d forgotten…”

“Sit here,” Mando says as he stands from the chair.

Your eyes flicker to him for a moment. You hesitate as you glance at the pilot’s seat he’d vacated.

“We’re on autopilot in lightspeed,” Mando assures you when he sees you hesitate. “Sit,” He repeats.

You nod as you pull Grogu back into your arms and stand before shuffling awkwardly into the small space of the cockpit and taking the seat.

You sit in front of the windshield, your eyes wide as you stare out in unabashed wonder. Sitting in the pilot seat the windows surround you and movement through space surrounds you on all sides.

It’s perfect. 

Grogu seems to love it too. Or at least, appreciates your excitement as he coos happily. You finally pull your gaze away to smile down at Grogu.

Grogu reaches his arms out in the direction of his father and you happily pass him into Mando’s open arms. 

“Thank you,” You tell him as you look at him. Hoping your appreciation is clear on your face.

“I have a few bounties to pick up,” Mando tells you.

“Okay,” You reply. “Where are we starting?”

“I,” He emphasizes before he answers your question. “Need to go to Corellia. Then Tatooine.”

“Okay,” You reply.

“You won’t be able to leave the ship when we land on Corellia, it’s not safe. But Tatooine will be okay, you can explore a little.”

“Grogu and I will be just fine here on the ship,” You tell him with a nod. “Won’t we, Grogu?” You add as you look down at Grogu from where he’s sat in Mando’s lap. 

Grogu coos happily aloud.

Explore. 

He communicates to you through the force.

“Exactly, we’ll explore the Razor Crest,” You reply aloud so that Mando can get at least part of the conversation. Normally you wouldn’t need to speak to communicate with Grogu, but you figure it would be rude to leave Mando out. 

“Just leave the weapons cabinet locked,” Mando replies. “And don’t let him out of your sight.”

You want to be defensive, offended by the notion that you would put Grogu in danger. You’ve been caring for the child for months without issue - well, without any major issues. But something in Mando’s tone makes you think it’s less to do with you and more to do with Grogu’s penchant for getting himself into trouble. 

“Of course,” You reply with a nod.

The moment you land on Corellia, Mando disappears. He parks the ship in a hangar and repeats everything he said before about staying on the ship and not doing anything dangerous.

You open your mouth to remind him that you were trained as a Jedi but think better of it and hold your tongue. 

He pauses to say goodbye to Grogu and to tell you he’ll be back with the bounty in the next 36 hours.

You and Grogu pass the time with training. It’s easy to lose track of time while meditating but Grogu doesn’t have the patience for it so you can’t get any actual meditation done unless he’s sleeping or playing somewhere you don’t need to watch him so closely. 

You play games. Passing small toys back and forth using the force or chasing him around the cargo bay of the ship. A game of hide and seek goes on for hours even though Grogu never wants to be the seeker.

Grogu’s asleep in his cradle with Mando returns. 

You’re sitting on a box of cargo enjoying the piece of quiet when the airlock opens and your eyes snap open and you silently slip down from your seat and move back towards the wall of the ship.

It’s only been eleven hours since Mando left.

The bounty is still conscious as Mando drags him up the ramp and into the cargo hold.

You stand in the shadows of the bay, your back pressed against the hull of the ship. 

“Oh hello there,” The bounty greets you, causing Mando’s attention to snap to where you’re partially obscured from view. “Who are you?” The man asks with a wicked grin.

You know better than to reply. Simply staying where you are as your eyes silently track his movements. Not that he’ll get even close to you before Mando intervenes.

“I always had a feeling you Mandalorians were secretly freaky,” The man says with a glance over his shoulder at Mando. “You keep a little concubine on your ship? She’s just waiting for you to get back, isn’t she? Ready and willing? She certainly looks soft. Pliant. Do you ever let someone-”

The bounty’s taunting is cut off by their garbled shriek as Mando suddenly grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him into the cryo-freeze roughly before the blast of the chamber goes off.

You both wait for the machine to finish and stand in the silence of the ship for a moment before Mando turns around to face you.

“I’m-” Mando starts.

“It’s alright,” You tell Mando quickly. You step out from behind the cargo to step closer to him. “I knew he couldn’t hurt me. Not with you right there.”

“Right,” Mando’s voice comes through his vocoder roughly. “I’m sorry you had to hear those things. I would never…”

A huff of laughter burst from your throat.

“We both know I’m not your mistress,” You tell him with a small smile. “I’m not too concerned with the opinions of a criminal who is now frozen into a slab of carbon.”

“Good,” Mando replies with a nod.

“I’ll go chart our course to Tatooine,” He adds. “If you want to watch us take off.”

“I’d love to,” You reply with a grin. “I’ll see if Grogu is awake.”

You open the door to the cot to find Grogu awake and eagerly cooing at you from his cradle. 

“Your dad’s back,” You tell him softly. “We get to go back into space now.”

You pick him up as he coos and makes grabby hands upward so you carry him up to the cockpit.

The two of you quietly watch as Mando maneuvers out of the hangar and into the atmosphere.

The jump into hyperspace is less jarring for you this time, but equally delightful and you sit contently to watch the stars stream past you. 

Eventually, Grogu falls back asleep and you slowly stand up to take him back downstairs to sleep again.

Once he’s tucked back into his cradle you decide to stay down in the cargo hold and explore the rest of the ship more closely. This is the place that’s going to be your home now so you decide to get properly familiar with the space. 

You don’t even consider that this might be invasive until you press a button that opens up Mando’s weapons storage. 

You’re not surprised. Even when he had come to see you he’d been laddened down with as many weapons as he could strap to himself. It’s what you first noticed about him when he’d come looking for you. There was no chance to consider speaking first when someone comes looking for you covered in that much weaponry.

And he has a whole host of specialty blasters and other weapons in storage. They must be worth a small fortune which is crazy considering how many concerning noises you’ve heard the Razor Crest make since you’ve taken off.

You almost miss the small black hilt in the corner of the cache. 

But you sense it even as your eyes nearly pass right over it. 

You pull it out of its place before you can help yourself. Just like you ignite it before you can think better of it. 

You gasp when you see the black blade that extends itself out.

“What are you doing?” Mando’s voice cuts through your now-racing thoughts. 

You quickly extinguish the blade and turn around.

“Where did you get this?” You ask him. You try not to sound angry. And mostly you don’t, it’s almost all confusion. You know what this is. At least. You’re nearly certain you do. You’ve never seen it before. 

Obviously. 

But you’ve heard many stories about the Darksaber. “I won it,” Mando replies plainly. As if you’re just holding a normal blaster. Not a mythological weapon.

“I’m sorry,” You reply. Shaking your head from one side to the other in disbelief. “You’re the wielder of the Darksaber?” “I don’t want it,” He replies. 

As if that means anything. “But it is yours,” You protest. “You’re the rightful ruler of Mandalore?” You ask as you look down at the saber still held in your hand. 

You push it into his own hands, watching as he hooks it onto a loop on his waist that you hadn’t noticed before, hidden among his armor and cape.

“Who are you, Mando?” You ask, your brows furrowed as you study him curiously. A small smile turns up the corner of your mouth as you look at him in mild amusement. 

It really is a true wonder that you’ve found each other.

“Din,” Mando’s voice replies after a moment. “My name is Din Djarin.”