#time for bed babybug

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi! Can we get little phantom waking up from a nightmare and having to run and wake up swiss for help? 🖤🖤

These are identical so you both get this one, although I think you’re the same person 👀

Also I wrote this instead of showering and now I’m in trouble so I hope you appreciate it!!!

cw: regressed ghouls, age regression.

Phantom’s summoning was traumatic. It was horrendous even. He was actually meant to be summoned With Sunshine but something went wrong and he ended up stuck in the portal between earth and hell, unable to get to reach earth but unable to get back to hell. He got stuck. For an entire year he lived, survive, in a barren wasteland no creature was meant to survive in.

He had nightmares about it all the time, of being trapped in some kind of purgatory, unable to move forward but unable to go back. He’ll wake up in a panic, with a cry high in his throat as he fights to get the bed covers untangled from his body. 

Which is how he woke up now, with a startled cry and  the claustrophobic feeling of his bedsheets restricting around him as he fights his way free. He’s breathless and panicking, tears streaming down his face as he cries out, for Swiss, but he doesn’t realises who’s name he’s shouting. He managed to untangle him and scuttles out from his room, stripping his clothes off as he goes, leaning a trail down the hallway, the feeling of anything touching his body at the point was too much. He goes to Swiss’ room not even realising he does, and pushes his way into his room.

The multi ghoul is still asleep, snoring lightly as Phantom peers at him from across the dark room. But at least he’s alone, so he feels less guilty about waking him up. 

“S-Swiss?” He hardly whispers onto the room. Swiss stirs a little but doesn’t wake up. 

He feels his bottom lip wobble as his tail wraps anxiously around his middle. “Swiss, p-please.” 

Swiss moves, pulling the covers off his face and squinting into the darkness with a grunt. 

“Phantom? Go back to bed, it’s nowhere near morning yet.” He pulls the covers back over his face turning around to have away from Phantom. 

Phantom let’s out a sob, feeling tears fall down his cheeks.  “D-daddy?” 

That gets Swiss’ attention. He sits up, turning  back to face Phantom. 

“Bug? What is it? What’s wrong?” His eyes run down a phantom’s appearance. “Where are your clothes?” 

Phantom just shakes his head and sobs again. 

“Oh, did you have the nightmare again?” Swiss coos at him. Phantom nods, rubbing at one of his  eyes with a closed fist, rubbing away sone of the tears that had fallen. 

“Oh, babybug, come here.” Swiss open his arms for him and Phantom immediately runs into him. Swiss pull him into his lap and Phantom buries his face into Swiss’ neck  as he sobs, gripping at Swiss’ shoulders. 

“I’ve got you, babybug. I’ve got you.” Swiss rubs his back, rocking them back and forth gently. “You’re safe now, darling. Finally safe with us, where you were always meant to be.” 

Phantom snuffles, squeezing his arms around Swiss’ neck.  “Oh, I know. So scary, huh? But it’s okay, I’ve got you.” 

Phantom whimpers, clinging to Swiss even more and mouthing along his neck. There are still tears streaming down his cheeks but his sobbing had subsided for little sniffles and whimpers. 

“Oh!” Swiss adjusts Phantom on his grasp. “I think I have something that might help you.” He rummages in the bottom draw of his bedside table, pulling out a small fleece blanket and a pacifier. “I think these are Mountain’s but I don’t think he’ll mind if you borrow them for the night.” 

He taps the pacifier against Phantom’s bottom lip and the little ghoul parts them letting Swiss push the rubber into his mouth. He starts sucking immediately, the plastic bobbing in his mouth as Swiss wraps the soft blanket around his shoulders. 

“There. That's much better, hmm?”

Phantom gives him a small nod and moves to settle down properly on Swiss’ arms, resting his head on his chest. Swiss shuffles himself as carefully as he can do he’s sat up against the headboard of his bed and pulls the duvet over the both of them. Phantom gives a little chirp, pulling the duvet around himself a little tighter. Swiss sinks into his bed so he’s lying back fully once again, keeping Phantom on top of him where the little ghoul seems most comfortable. 

He runs his fingers though Phantom’s hair and he looks up at him, blinking owlishly as the pacifier bobs in his mouth. 

“You think you can go back to sleep? Think you’re ready?” 

A look of panic flashes across Phantom’s face and he lets out a distressed squeak shaking his head as more tears well in his eyes. 

“Oh, babybug. You don’t have to go back to your room, you can sleep right here with me.” Swiss gently thumbs away a few stray tears from his cheeks. Phantom gives another distressed squeak. 

“What is it, bug?” Swiss frowns at him, trying to think of anything that would be distressing Phantom anymore. 

Phantom squeaks again, pulling the duvet even tighter around himself and looking anxiously around the pitch black room. 

“Oooh. It’s dark. Is it too dark for you, babybug?” 

Phantom nods in reply. 

Swiss moves to flick the bedside lamp on and the room gets illuminated with a soft glow. 

“That better? Not so scary now?” 

Phantom gives a little happy chuff and snuggles down deeper into Swiss embrace, giving a small yawn around the pacific, his eyes finally slipping closed with a purr.  Swiss yawns himself, cuddling into Phantom as he chuffs again in his sleep, his sleepy purr increasing in volume as Swiss scratches down his back with his claws lightly. It doesn’t take Swiss long before he feels his own eyes slipping closed, a purr of his own rumbling through his chest. 

[bunniesnuggie]

ethan landry as a caregiver

ethan landry x hyper fem little!reader

summary: just some headcanons of our favorite nerd as a first time caregiver 💕

*this is a non-ghostface au, he’s alive and not a stabby boy 👍🏻💗

*not proofed*

quick lil heads up - i’ve literally never seen scream 6… and have no idea who anyone is except ethan so, keep that in mind. but i still have been kinda obsessed with him lately :3

♡finds out by coming home early from class and finding you fully regressed in his dorm

he’s so cute; he didn’t even know anything was “wrong” at first. just enjoying the sight of his adorable girlfriend laying on his bed in his shirt cuddling the build a bears you made for each other, watching barbie movies. that is, until you yelped and leaped off the bed, and literally started crying. traumatized him ™️

♡ himbo DID NOT understand,

he will never EVER judge you. but did have to do research b4 fully getting it, like cutiepie was reading phyc books during his classes and reading different posts online 💕but didn’t say anything abt it to you tho. just kinda became a mama bear one day 😭 he does ask you lots of questions when your big tho

♡ once he does get it tho…. OH BOY

he had no idea he would love taking care of someone so much, this is both of your guys first relationships. everything is new, this is no different to him than learning your favorite things or how you like to be comforted. he knows this is simply coping for you, and he would do anything for you. so helping you heal you inner child is nothing out of the question

♡ soft casual dominance is kinda already his thing, so it comes naturally

so he’s used to tying you shoes for you, holding your hand out in public, he’ll order you food and talk to strangers for you. so when he does become your caregiver, the dynamic in public isn’t really that different 🫶🏻

♡ bathtime, playtime, naps!!!

he loves spending time with you while your regressed!! he colors with you and totally plays dolls or dress up. he’s very pretty and loves when you tell him so while putting clips in his hair☺️

♡ lego bf!

literally buys you sm lego sets, easier ones like duplo for when ur smaller and the more complex “adult” ones for date night :}

♡ he also gets vv invested in your shows and stuffies lives

“he did WHAT?!? why would he do that, can’t he tell that is not Ariel????? i mean her hair isn’t even RED!!!” 🤬🤬 becomes an angry boi. he totally spills the tea with ur stuffies during tea parties😗

♡ makes sure you guys go on “little” dates at least twice a month

you guys are basically attached at the hip, young love and all, so dates are frequent. but when he became ur caregiver, he wanted to make sure you knew he wanted to do this and be there for you 1000%. he also wanted to help you with regressing regularly to help you cope with stress. you once told him that you hadn’t regressed once in like 5 months and it was not fun when you finally did, he learned abt “improper” regression that night and never wanted to let it happen to you again 🥹

♡ embodies spider-man!bf energy

he LOVES the hellokitty!gf x spider-man!bf trends. he literally thinks it was made for you guys nerd. makes you bracelets that say bunny and daddy on it, his is red a blue and urs is pink and white, awe💕💕lowkey feel like he’d dress up as spider-man for halloween too

♡ speaking of nicknames, say good bye to ur real name

even before he found out you were a little, it was always sweetheart, bunny, angel, pretty girl, baby, princess etc that boy loves you so much and he shows it. after though he added in little one, babybug, tiny, dolly…anything that makes you feel especially small

♡ literally always carrying you

this man is 6’2, he makes chad look small he towers over you and absolutely loves it. so he takes advantage of it when he can, piggyback rides are a common occurrence. he loves just holding you in his lap, seeing ur tiny body take up such little space and fit perfectly on him, makes him 🫠

♡ is SO SOO protective

people take him for granted, thinking he’s just some sweet, docile nerd who loves econ. and while that is true, bby can kick butt and will for you. he doesn’t let anyone near you while regressed, heck or even see pictures of you regressed. that is your safe space. he will be damned if he lets anyone taint it. he also asked of you would be ok with him monitoring you socials while small, especially if you have agere accounts. he does not take anon hate lightly and will not tolerate any nsfw accounts trying to interact with you

♡ he just loves you so much and wants u to always be happy

like i said he will do absolutely anything for you, that boy loves you more than anything in the world. he shows it to you every day, whether that be in big space by showering you with kisses and complements, showing you off in public with an uncomfy amount of pda. or in the comfort of your room, surrounded by stuffies and coloring books while your dada reads you a story 💗

a/n: ahhhh i’m back!!!! sorry it’s literally been like….a year👀i haven’t regressed in a very very long time and just haven’t had motivation to post :( i’ve also been obsessed with new ppl so i’ve been writhing non-eddie stuff lately :3 anywho here’s a lil smth smth and hopefully i’ll be posting a bit again. i want to write abt barry from obx but idk if anyone would care or read it 😭😭might just draft that one for me lol. i’ve also got a lot of requests and wips to finish so it’s just up to me to write them 🫠😭

*i’ll be updating my character list to included the new ppl i want to write about!!!

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[babyjakes]

time for bed, babybug. [blurb.]

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summary | ransom coaxes you to sleep after staying up for way too long.

pairing | boyfriendransom drysdale x reader

warnings | reader is sleep deprived af and cognitively compromised, soft!doting!ransom (like so soft like the pet names and everything are just :’’-) probably almost definitely ooc) no im not even kidding seriously the softest ransom i’ve ever written, just really fluffy <3

word count | 423

requested by anon | reader being super tired but she cant sleep and she’s all floaty from lack of sleep and saying things like ‘my body is so tired’ and Chris cuddles her and helps jer sleep

an | okay this request was sent to me by a dear dear friend after the sleepover, she couldn’t make it due to timezones:-( but!! i still wanted to write it for her. she also sent another one with ransom and said to choose so i have decided to like,, do this request but with ransom? since there were not many other ransom blurbs/ hope that makes sense and hope you guys enjoy!!

“Come on babybug, time for bed,” Ransom tells you as he carries you bridal style up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

“No sleep. Can’t do it. Gonna later,” you mumble weakly in protest, causing Ransom to shake his head and almost laugh as he brings you over to the bed, setting you down. The moment his arms pull away from you, your eyes grow wide, a huge pout forming on your face as you motion for him to hold you again. “Ran,” you whine, puffing out your bottom lip.

“Okay, okay, just a sec, doll. Gonna get you some jammies, wouldn’t be very comfy to sleep in your jeans.”

“No sleep. Cuddles,” you plead. Ransom chuckles as he returns to you, helping you out of your sweatshirt, bra, and pants before slipping one of his old t-shirts over your head, leaning down and kissing your forehead before tossing your other clothes in the hamper.

“We gotta sleep, honey. You’re functioning at like, twenty-five percent brain capacity. And that’s if I’m being generous in my estimate,” he tells you with raised eyebrows, quickly changing himself into some pajamas before coming back to finally join you on the bed.

“My brain’s really big. Twenty five is plenty,” you mumble as he helps you lay down, wrapping his arms around you while your head rests comfortably against his chest.

“Oh yeah? Then how come you were trying to use your graphing calculator to turn on the TV?” he asks through a chuckle, fussing your hair slightly as you groan.

“Wanted to see what was on,” you say innocently, only causing the man to laugh more. “Don’t laugh at me,” you pout. “I don’t need sleep. I need coffee and cookies and cuddles, that’s it.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been running on those things for how many days now?” he asks, his voice softening with concern. “Come on, sweet girl. Sleepy time now. You could barely make it up two steps before you needed me to carry you; aren’t you exhausted?”

“Body’s so tired,” you hum, hating to admit it.

“I know, lovebug. It’s okay, you can sleep. I’ll stay here with you and hold you the whole time, okay? Then in the morning we can have pancakes. Deal?”

“Lots’a syrup?” you ask hopefully.

“All the syrup you can eat, doll,” he promises.

Humming again contently, you snuggle into Ransom’s chest, eyelids growing heavy as his heartbeat pounds gently against your ear.

“Night night, bunny,” you hear him whisper as the world fades out. “Love you loads.”

[devils-dares]

I heard you'd like some requests?

You get your wisdom teeth out (or any other surgery), and Matt is taking care of you while you're still loopy from the anesthesia.

hi pheebs! thank you sm for your request!

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“Fuck?” Your muffled voice pulls Matt away from his work. He smiles gently as he grabs an ice pack out of the freezer and then makes his way to you.

“Hi, honey. Shh, don’t talk too much. You just had surgery, remember?” He gently grabs your hand.

“Matthew? Where am I?” The -th in his name fades to an -f sound from the swelling in your mouth.

“You’re in my apartment, on the couch. I promised I’d take care of you.” He presses the ice pack to your cheek and hears a hiss before you settle against it.

“Hurts.”

“I know, you just got your wisdom teeth out. You took your pain meds earlier before drooling and snoring all over my couch.” You swat his shoulder half-heartedly, still too loopy to cause some real damage.

“Drool? Mm-mm.” You shake your head and then immediately stretch your hands out to catch yourself, the gentle movement of your head causing vertigo.

“Falling!”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve got you, see? I’m holding you. Not falling. Now please, try to eat something? I’ve got milkshakes in the fridge.” You nod. He heads back to the fridge, grabbing the milkshake from your favorite diner and a spoon. He settles back on the couch next to you as you take the gauze out of your mouth. He hands the cup and spoon to you, but he can feel the tremors emanating from your hands.

“Can I- do you- do you want me to feed you?” He hears you hum your affirmation. He turns his body towards you and scoops a bite of softened vanilla out of the shake cup. He cups his hand underneath the spoon and brings it up to your swollen lips slowly.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Although he did get the spoon in your mouth, he overestimated how big you could open your mouth. Half of the scoop ended up in his hand.

“‘M sorry.” You say, trying your best to swallow the now melted shake.

“It’s alright, I knew it was going to happen.” He grabs a napkin off the coffee table and wipes his hand off.

“Let’s just take a few more bites, then I’ll put new gauze in and take you to bed so you can take another nap, alright?”

“Stay?”

“I have work to do, honey. I’ll be at the table if you need me.”

“Stay.”

“Babybug, I-”

“Please?” He can’t tell if it’s the way you plead, or if it’s your hoarse voice breaking halfway through the word, but he can’t say no.

“Fine, but you have to take a few more bites, or I’m putting you to bed alone.” He hears you huff a breath of annoyance, and with your weak arms, try your best to salute him. Your actions are greeted with a laugh.

“Alright, soldier, say ahh.”

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By the time Matt puts the ice pack back in the freezer and rinses the spoon off, you’re already half-asleep on the couch. He feels a little calmer, knowing that you ended up eating the entire shake so at least there’s something in your stomach. He finds you in what had to be the most uncomfortable position, your chest pressed against the hard couch arm with your legs curled up in a fetal position. He grabs you as you stir slightly.

“Matty?” You slur.

“Yeah, angel, it’s me. Just taking you to bed.”

“Wanna wear your shirt.”

“Alright, you can wear my shirt.”

“You promised.” You curl up against his chest as he picks you up bridal style.

“I promised to stay with you, and I will. Won’t even go out tonight. You’ve got all my attention for the time being.” He sits you down on the bed, lifting your shirt up. You raise your arms so he can slip the shirt off and dress you in his own.

“Under the covers, go on.” He lifts the blanket off of the bed as you settle in underneath it, but by the time he tries to walk around the bed, you’re already fast asleep on his pillow. He shakes his head and smiles, slipping under the blanket as well, just in a much smaller space than he anticipated. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, not wanting to jostle you too much to cause pain.

He spends the next few minutes listening to your body, making sure none of the breaths you take are pained ones. He traces a finger up and down your arm, lulling you into a deeper sleep. In a few hours, he’ll have to wake you so you don’t go too long without your pain medication, but for now, he lets you sleep. You unconsciously curl in closer to the warmth of his body, and he wraps an arm around your sleeping form, feeling sleep draw him in as well.

[not-really-a-writer]

Mother's Day Collection

multiple x mom!reader

I know its early for this but anyway in honor of mothers day coming up soon (<2weeks y'all) I present to you 5 domestic life scenes involving mom/pregnant reader x my personal fav clone troopers.

I mean for these to take place in a modern AU/happy fix-it type AU where the war ended and clones have normal lives. 18+ only, plz.

Lemme know which one is your fav ;) **EDIT** I made a part 2

Warnings: lots of kissing. mentions of: abandonment, adoption, Codywan, divorce, cheating, pregnancy. description of breastfeeding. allusions to oral f receiving^, pregnancy sex~, really bad body image issues! post-baby body.

Captain Rex x mom!reader

Clone Medic Kix x mom!reader

🔥ARC Trooper Fives x pregnant!reader (~)

Captain Gregor x mom!reader

🔥Commander Wolffe x mom!reader (^)

Babybug

Captain Rex x mom!reader

You wake up to the faint sound of your daughter's laughter drifting upstairs to your room. It's still early, but not too early. You roll over to face your lover. “Rex…”, you whisper, but his space in the bed is empty. The smell of pancakes and coffee then fill your nose. They must be up to something downstairs.

You descend the stairs and round the corner toward the kitchen where you catch sight of them: your daughter dressed up in a little apron, and Rex guiding her as she carries a small bowl of cut up fruit toward the kitchen table. "Good job, babybug," he says gently, lifting her up so she can place the bowl in the middle of the table. "Yay!" your daughter says when he offers her a high-five. "Mommy loves fruit," she says happily raising her tiny hand to his large one.

Rex was not the father of your daughter. Her father left you when you were pregrant, leaving you broke and alone. Rex had stepped into your life shortly after and filled the role without hesitation. He took to it as naturally as breathing. He never acted like it was a burden, dealing with your child. It was as if he was there from the start. For your babybug, Rex would be the father she deserved.

"She does," he agrees. You watch him set the table with your daughter's help. "Ok we'll go get Mommy in a minute," he says to her, cleaning up their hands in the sink.

You suppress a giggle, quietly retreating back up the stairs to bed. You crawl in and get ready to start your day with a 'surprise.'

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Precious Moments

Clone Medic Kix x mom!reader

You are rudely pulled back to consciousness by the sound of your crying infant in the next room. Ughhhh. You swear you had just closed your eyes from the last time you were awake. You check the time. Yup. It had only been two hours since your head hit the pillow. Time for another feeding.

You pull on your robe and get out of bed. Kix rustles slightly under the warm blankets. You can't help but feel jealous of his peaceful state. However, you had insisted on trying out exclusive breastfeeding. And since you were the one with the breasts and mammary glands, this meant you would be responsible for all the feedings. ALL of them.

You blink yourself awake with several deep breaths as you go to your infant's side. She's beautiful, and barely over a week old. Some of your frustration melts away. You scoop her up delicately, and cradle her to your breast. Then, you take a seat in your rocker and settle in. She's a slow feeder, and you know you're going to be awake for a while.

Her little mouth struggles to get a good latch. You try to position her but she gums and mouths at your nipple roughly. "OW!" you wince in a whisper, trying to bear the pain. The frequent feedings and trouble latching made your nipples raw. But you were determined not to give up.

"Everything ok?" you hear a sleepy Kix whisper. He is standing in the doorframe of your daughter's room, leaning on one arm. "Yeah, I got this. Go back to sleep," you reply quietly, trying not to distract your infant from her latching effort. You know that Kix has to go in early tomorrow for work. Er, today that is. In a few hours.

Instead of leaving, Kix walks toward you, sleepy expression full of love as he takes in the sight before him. His wife. His baby girl. Things he thought he would never have. He comes to the side of your rocker and places his arm across your back, wraps around your shoulder, and places a kiss to the top of your head.

He stands there watching your daughter suckle away. "I'm proud of you for doing this," he says to you. "But there's nothing wrong with letting me taking over feedings if you want. Formula is nearly identical to human milk anyway."

"I know," you say. You had the privilege of paid maternity leave which allowed you to stay up all these restless nights without much consequence. "But doing this lets me spend more time with her," you say, looking up at Kix. And it was true. Feedings had become a special time between you and your daughter.

Kix leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips. "No fair," he teases, walking away to pull up an ottoman to sit on. "What if I want to spend time with her too?" he asks lightly.

Kix sits with you quietly until your daughter finishes feeding. He offers to burp her and lay her back down while you rub ointment on your sore nipples.

As you climb in bed together to catch a little more sleep before the sun rises completely, he pulls you close, taking in the scent of your hair. This life was everything he had dreamed of. The beauty and stillness in these early morning moments with you and your daughter were precious to him. And he was going to take them in any chance he got. Sleep can wait.

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Your Body is Amazing

arc trooper fives x pregnant!reader

You lie on your side while Fives gently thrusts into you from behind. In your spooning position, he leans up until is able to see your swollen tummy - full of his child - and this spurs him on even more. He speeds up his thrusts ever so slightly, but this isn't doing anything good for you.

Somehow, the feeling of him inside you, though pleasurable, has set off a series of cramps in your lower abdomen. You wince under the uncomfortable feeling and throw your hand back onto Fives' hip to still his movements. "Stop," you say through the pain.

He stops instantly. A million terrible thoughts flash through his head as he tries to maintain composure. "What's wrong," he says, voice wracked with guilt thinking he may have hurt you. He leans over to see your face.

"I don't know. Cramps or something?" you begin to breathe faster as you start to panic. You sit up and move to the edge of the bed. "It's just...really uncomfortable."

Fives sits behind you, holding you securely in his arms. You place your hand below your bulging stomach to try to soothe the pain. "Ugh, I don't know what happened..." you say, unsure of why your body was responding this way. "Is it going away?" he asks, smoothing his hands up and down your arms. He is concerned about you. And the baby.

"I think so. It's better now, I think," you say. Fives brings your robe over to you and drapes it around your shoulders. "I'm going to call Kix, just in case," he says, putting on his pants.

After a conversation with Kix, both of your minds are put at ease. As it turns out this kind of thing is normal, especially late in pregnancy like you are, and it doesn't hurt the baby.

Still, the cramps don't feel good when they do happen. You try to resume your activities later that day, and you find the cramps returning. "I'm sorry," you gasp out to Fives, "It's happening again."

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he stops his movements. You feel a little guilty. A little angry at your body for betraying you and Fives like this.

"Hey, hey... it's ok," he says, pulling out of you and wrapping his arms around you reassuringly again. "What are you sorry for?"

"Y-you can keep going, " you say hesitantly, "Kix said it doesn't hurt the baby."

"But it hurts you," Fives says, pulling you closer. "I don't want anything that makes you uncomfortable."

You roll over to face him and answer his question. "I was saying sorry because I know that other women are able to keep having sex during pregnancy without any issues. I don't know why my body is so messed up. Why it's doing this!" you say, breaking down.

Fives pulls you in and brings his forehead to meet yours. You can feel him shaking his head slowly. "Listen, darling" he says, placing his fingers under your chin. "Look." He lets your eyes follow his fingers as they trace down your body to rest on your belly. His eyes return to yours as he says with complete sincerity, "Your body is amazing. Perfect in every way."

He cuddles you and lets you know that he will easily forgo sex rest of the pregnancy, and for however long you needed if it wasn't comfortable for you. "Because I promised to love you, no matter what," he says.

Out of all the men in the galaxy, you realize that you had chosen one who would be by your side in sickness or in health, pregnancy or other wise. It was then that you knew you had chosen the right man to be your husband and father of your child to be.

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Join Us for a Trip?

Captain Gregor x mom!reader

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask, giving him a chance to bail if he really wants to. "This isn't a relaxing type of vacation, it's a theme park trip with kids." you say slowly and clearly. "Four parks. All day. Open to close each day. A trip with my kids."

You had only been with Gregor for a few months. He had recently gone through a divorce in the last year, and so had you. Both your spouses had cheated on you, (with other people) and perhaps it was on that common ground you built your relationship. But it was also other things. You genuinely loved his personality. And he was getting to know and love you as well.

Gregor did not have kids of his own, but he did spend a lot of time around them. Being close with Commander Cody meant he spent plenty of time around his and Obi Wan's adopted children. You had slowly introduced Gregor to your kids only recently.

Gregor cocks his head to the side. "I know. And I'm sure I wanna do it. I've gone on vacation with the Kenobi's before," he says, referring to a time when he and his now ex-wife joined Obi Wan, Cody and their kids on a camping trip.

"Yeah, well, this is different. It will be just us two and my kids. Meaning... we're outnumbered," you say. Your three boys were generally well-behaved, but they got excited on trips and were sometimes hard to handle. And you were right. Even with Gregor, you were still only two.

"Oh I've been outnumbered before, " Gregor tosses back at you. "Gonna take more than that to make me back down," he adds, crossing his arms over his chest.

His enthusiasm is hard to compete with, so you finally drop it and let him come with you on your theme park trip. And you don't regret it one bit.

Gregor helps you lug the stroller around and navigate the park to get from one place to the next. He takes pictures, carries your bags, holds the umbrella when it rains, and offers to go on all the rides that the boys are afraid to go on by themselves. He also goes on the other ones they want to ride that would otherwise make you sick. While they stand in the long lines for rides, you take your youngest to see a few shows and to get some shopping done. He isn't afraid to be silly with your middle son, making your oldest son cringe. But he somehow manages to be effortlessly cool enough at times that you see your oldest looking up to him. Maybe it is that ex-commando swagger he has.

At the hotel, he helps you wrangle the boys in and get them to settle down to sleep at the end of the day. You know in his past life, he was a Captain in the GAR, and probably used to doing his fair share of wrangling unruly young men.

When you finally get to settle into bed together, fully knowing there's no chance of sex with your kids in the other bed just a few feet away, you look over at him apologetically. "One park down, three to go. Ready for day two tomorrow?" you ask, expecting him to vent at least a bit of frustration from today. Instead, you find nothing but kindness and understanding in his dark amber eyes. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, " Gregor says with grin, peppering your face with sweet kisses.

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Nothing Fits

Commander Wolffe x mom!reader

You and your husband, Wolffe, are getting ready to go to a summer BBQ party with your work associates. Wolffe is already fashionably dressed and ready to go because that's the kind of sharp fellow he is. Always on top of things. He has the baby bag packed so all you have to do is to get him out of his crib and be on your way. Well, that and you have to finish getting dressed. That would be easy, but you feel like a mess.

You rummage around your dresser and closet trying to find a cute summer outfit, but nothing fits. It was now six months since you gave birth to Wolffe's son, but you were nowhere near your pre-pregnancy size.

Toward the end of the war, you had served in the GAR as an intelligence officer. That was actually how you met the dashing Commander. You had once been fit with toned, defined muscle but that all changed once you had the baby. You simply felt like a shapeless, amorphous blob.

You could picture all the other wives and girlfriends who were going to be at the party with their svelte bodies. Some of them were also mothers, with babies younger than yours! So what excuse did you have?

You felt like you didn't measure up to them. And worse, you felt like you didn't deserve your handsome Commander, easily the hottest man at any party. You could hear the whispers and gossip already. "How can he be with her?" "He can do better." And you know he can. You've seen the caliber of drop dead gorgeous women whose heads he's turned. How could you compete with them? You feel like a fool.

After more digging, you put on some of the only clothes you have that fits your body. Some frumpy underwear, stretchy shorts, and a big baggy t-shirt.

The sight of yourself in the mirror causes you to cry out in frustration. In all your rummaging, you came across outfit after outfit that you used to fit into. You lament how all your cute stuff doesn't fit. How your body doesn't look like it used to. You were going to show up looking like a bag of trash next to Wolffe, making him look like an idiot for being with you.

"Mesh'la?" you hear him enter your bedroom. He must have heard your frustrated cries. You quickly wipe the tears from your eyes and turn to face him. "Ok, I'm ready," you say, trying to hold it all in.

The baby is still down for his nap, so Wolffe softly closes the door and crosses the room before calling you out. "No, you're not," he says, brow wrinkling in thought as he stares directly at your face. He can sense something is wrong. "What's wrong?" he asks softly, his mismatched eyes gazing into yours with worry.

"Nothing fits!" you cry out, tears streaming down your face. He reaches out and pulls you to his chest, hands smoothing up and down your sides. "That's an easy fix. Let's just go get some clothes that fit," he offers.

"It's not that easy...," you say, tears still flowing. "I don't want to get new clothes. I just want to fit into my old stuff!"

"Why? Getting new stuff can be fun - " he offers before you cut him off. "Because I want to be smaller! Like I used to be. When I looked good," you say in frustration.

"And you don't think you look good now?" he asks quietly after you calm down a bit. You wipe your tears and back away from him, looking up in disbelief. "Look at me," you say hollowly, holding your arms out to the side.

"Oh I see you, mesh'la," Wolffe says. "Ugly," you mumble in response to the nickname he uses as he begins to circle around behind you.

"What did you say?" Wolffe asks, but it sounds like a threat. "I said, ugly. Like, how is someone so fucking sexy like you doing with me?" you dared to say back.

Wolffe grabs your shoulders from where he stands behind you to spin you around to face him. "You want to know why I'm with you? Let me show you why" he says, his tone serious.

He throws your baggy shirt up over your head, followed by your shapeless stretchy bra. He hooks his thumbs into your underwear and drags your shorts down with them to the floor. You stand there, stripped down in front of him, with him squatting at your feet.

"Because..." Wolffe begins, reaching out to your calf, "I remember how serious you were about keeping the Pack safe on our first rescue mission together. People talk, but in the heat of the mission, they rarely act on their promises. You didn't dare leave them behind, even after you took shrapnel in the leg and could have bled out. You waited." His fingers brush across the scar on your calf and the remaining scars that trail up your leg, to your thigh. "You are unshakable," he says reverently.

"Because, " Wolffe continues, rising to stand. He takes both your hands into his, rubbing your wedding band gently with his thumb. "As we did more missions, I saw you do so many incredible things. I saw what you can do with a blaster against an enemy, saw you pilot a ship in storms that fried the navigation computers, and I saw you carry a child through a disaster to reunite them with their family. All with these steady hands."

Wolffe takes your hands and places them on your sagging, potmarked, stretched out belly, making you feel your own skin. "Because when you gave birth to our son, I saw how strong, dedicated, smart, loving, and beautiful you really are. You made me a father, mesh'la." Wolffe's hands leave yours and settle on your waist.

"I fell in love with you all over again that day and I can't imagine anyone else more perfect to be my wife and the mother of my son," he says, looking over your face to make sure his words are sinking in.

And they are. Your chest feels fuzzy and your eyes well up just a bit with tears again, but this time from joy. You're in love with this man, and though Wolffe tends to be a man of action rather than words, he still knows how to tell you the things he feels. He is equally in love with you.

Wolffe looks at you endearingly before pressing his lips to yours. You welcome it and allow him to kiss you passionately. He has been nothing but good to you whether you feel like you deserve it or not.

He deepens the kiss and walks you backward until the backs of your knees press into the bed. You lay back and he follows you down until you feel the crisp duvet under your back. The baby is still napping, and now you see Wolffe above you, his look teeming with lust and love. You think you know where this is headed, and you like it.

As he crawls above you, you reach to down to his belt in an attempt to undo it, but he grabs your wrist and pins it to your side. He grunts in warning. "I'm not done showing you why," he says firmly as he starts kissing down your body, taking his sweet time.

You chuckle because this man is just being too much right now. He's made his point. "We're gonna be late for the cookout," you say in mock protest.

"That's fine with me, " Wolffe says casually, arriving just below your belly button with no signs of stopping his downward movement. "We have plenty to eat at home," he adds with a wicked smirk.

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Thanks for reading! This was my 1st time writing for Rex or Wolffe. Which one was your favorite? ;)

[lokisprettygirl]

How about Loki taking care of Reader in her period? And she's a really mood swinging mess and she just sometimes is really angry and the really sad and needs cuddles, and he buys her favorite sweets and showers her with love? Please?? 🥺💞

Combined these two, everytime I am on my periods, all I think about is loki taking care of me 😭

Periods? Nah more like your very own personal monthly visit to hell, and that could be said about everyone with a uterus. The time before your date arrives you were always extra moody, as you snapped even at minor inconveniences, anytime loki would see you yelling at your toaster as you'd burn the toasts accidentally or watch you scream at birds who'd wake you up before your alarm, he knew you were about to get your periods.

So he would be extra gentle around you, not that he was any different the rest of the time but he would try and be as thoughtful as he could. He would notice the change in your scent, you smelled extra sweet before your date and he loved it, but of course you didn't love the outcome of it.

"Babybug, I don't want to snap at you so please take your adorable face somewhere else okay?" You said as nicely as you could when he entered your room with a box of several things you liked to munch on, everytime you'd get on your periods you'd warn him beforehand, you knew that at some point, when an unexpected sharp pang would hit, you would either snap or cry or both and you hated snapping on him. That was a huge no no. He was your precious baby and normally you'd never be annoyed with him but hormones truly sucked.

"Oh no I'm not leaving my sweet princess alone" he mumbled as he crawled on the bed, right on top of you and then he kissed your forehead "Did you take your pain medication?" He asked softly and you nodded in yes "Okay princess, I am here okay, whatever you need I'll be here like always, not leaving my sweet girl when she's hurting like this" you teared up as you heard his soft voice, you'd always ask him to leave but he never could.

"I don't wanna hurt you lo" you mumbled as you choked up and he sighed before he leaned down to peck your lips "You could never hurt me my love, never ever, even if you do, I'll take it like the good boy I am" he sat next to you and propped himself up like a hospital bed and then he asked you to crawl up between his legs. He made you lie down on him, with your back on his chest "Oh gooood god I want to die right now" you exhaled as you felt the sudden churning in your lower belly. You kept your head down between his neck and shoulder as you sniffed. 

It hurts him to see you like this but he can't do much except Comfort you. He kissed your temple softly and then he rubbed your swollen bloated belly with his hand, he used his icy cold hand to numb the pain a little and you sighed as you felt the cooling sensation. Your very own ice pack. "I can't let that happen now can I? Never letting my princess leave me like that" he whispered and you smiled a little.

"That's good lo, my sweet baby" you mumbled as he pecked your lips again "My baby princess, I love you so much, I'm always astonished by your ability to go through this every month" he whispered. He is so cute, filled with thoughtfulness, and love and warm sunshine and he always makes your heart full.

"I love you" you mumbled and he picked up a dark chocolate bar from the box he brought "Open for me please" he asked you to open your mouth and he fed you a piece "That's my good girl" you kept it in your mouth until it melted slowly on its own. 

When you both started dating and Loki saw you in such immense pain on your periods for the first time, he researched everything about it and hence he would always stock up on dark chocolate bars before your date. It helps with the cramps and that's all you needed on your first day.  After feeding you a few pieces, he placed the bar aside and he scratched your scalp soothingly, you turned on your front as you needed to cuddle into him and change your position. 

"Pretty baby, you need back rubs?" He asked you and you just nod in response "Is it getting better?" He asked you again and you nod again "Thank you for tolerating my tantrums lo and I don't mean just now, you're the absolute best and cutest little poodle to ever grace this universe" he giggled as he heard you mumbling "and you said you'd hurt me" he chuckled and you held him tightly "Never have to thank me princess, and you don't throw tantrums, I'm always here for you, I would never leave you alone when you feel so bad and when you're hurting" he whispered softly and you smiled, then you cried as the cramps got back all of a sudden. 

His heart broke at the sound of your whimpers but he made sure to smother you in kisses and hugs and soft little comforting touches. And when the pain subsided, he put you down gently and ran to the kitchen, literally ran, to make chamomile tea for you. You looked at his curly messy hair as he walked in with a tray carefully, hoping to not drop it, his eyes focused on the tray as he walked slowly, he did a happy little dance as he placed it down on the bed successfully, precious little monkey that you love so much. You don't know what you'd do without him in your life and you didn't want to find out.

After he made you sip on the tea, he wrapped your legs around him and he smothered you in much needed affection and then his eyes twinkled as he looked at you  "You know what's a full proof way of avoiding cramps every month?" He asked you and you chuckled "What cutie?"

"A baby"

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Brown Eyed Girl- Part 8 Final

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x reader

Summary: He's here...

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, details regarding pregnancy and birth.

A/n: Guys look... I did it. I'm relieved. I know this wasn't my best fic at all but I'm glad I got through it and I'm hoping you guys enjoyed it a ton.

“Ya know, my hand can’t take much more of this- ow.” Elliot whines, shaking his hand out as I grab onto the bed rails, a groan leaving my lips as my head tilts back. Another contraction comes and goes, my back starting to ache in the worst places as I rock back and forth. The relief that fills me once the contraction passes is greater than any words can describe, my face and shoulders relaxing as I turn to look at the nurse. 

“Could I have some more ice chips?” I ask breathlessly, Elliot chuckling beside me as he sits down at the edge of the bed, his hands rubbing over my swollen belly as he looks over at the heart monitor which stalks mine and baby boy's heart rate. He’s been watching it like a hawk, originally freaked out by all of the beeping and cords but he eventually settled down and realized that they were just being careful and that it was good.

“Can I do anything- I mean, literally, anything?” Elliot offers with a nervous chuckle, watching as the nurse leaves the room with a chuckle, finding Elliot nothing but amusing the whole night so far. It had been a few hours and she’s watched him with a smile the whole time, trying her best to reassure him but, until my mom gets here, I know he wouldn’t relax. “I don’t mean to make you more fuckin’ worried, I know you’re panicked. I just can’t sit around here while you’re in pain.” He whispers, scooting closer to me as he bites at the inside of his cheek, my IV’d hand slipping into his as I give him a reassuring smile. 

“You’re doing enough. I’m okay and I’ll be okay. So will babybug. We just need to breathe and I need to get to the point where they’ll come in and do my epidural- alright, breathe baby.” My hand reaches up to cup his cheek as he leans down, wrapping me in a hug as I smile, running my fingers through his hair as he blows out a breath. “I’ll be okay. My mom will be here soo-”

“I’m here!” I giggle as Elliot pulls away from me, both of our eyes dancing across the room to watch as my mom pushes her way into the delivery room, a bright smile on her face as Lexi and Cassie trickle in behind her. “Hi baby!” Before my mom can make it to me, Elliot cuts her off half way into the room, his arms wrapping tightly around her. She lets out a shocked laugh as she looks over to me, her brows pulled together in confusion. 

“He’s really nervous. He’s been waiting for moral support.” I snicker, watching as  he sends me the finger behind his back, laughter erupting across the room as Lexi approaches me. Her eyes look over everything that I’m attached to, the IV’s and the monitors, careful analyzing anything she recognizes. Cassie sticks in the back of the room towards the door, her feet anxiously shuffling under her as I sigh with an eye roll. 

“Cass, you obviously came for a reason. If you’re gonna pout and stay in the corner and not be happy that you’re an aunt, fine, you can leave. But maybe, if you just opened your mind and became a bit more tolerant to the fact that I don’t need you hating me and being a bitch while I’m in labor, that would be very good.” Her eyes are wide at my outburst, my chest rising and falling as I watch Lexi conceal her smirk behind her hands, avoiding any and all looks for support from Cassie. My mom chuckles under her breath as she pats Elliot on the back, her feet carrying her over to the side of my bed. She leans down, pressing a simple kiss to my forehead as she takes the spot beside me, her eyes looking over my swollen belly. Cassie doesn’t say another thing, nor does anyone else, we just sit in silence as the nurse returns with my ice chips, a happy smile spreading out across my lips at the crunch.

 The room does seem to ease out a bit as time goes on and contractions continue to pass. Even Cassie seemed to put a smile on it, watching the movie playing on the tv with Lexi at her side. Every time I had a contraction, prior to the epidural they put into my spine, the room would erupt with worry and questions, asking if I needed anything, asking if they could do anything, if I needed a nurse or a doctor. I think that Elliot and my mom were more anxious than I am about this, their eyes and ears on high alert. I feel significantly calmer than I did when we first got her, settled in with my medication, my warm blankets and the funny movie on the tv. There’s nothing more I can do when it comes to being in control of my labor, it was all going to happen at its own pace and time and the baby was going to do what he wanted to. 

I just have to sit here and wait and so does everyone else. 

I yawn as Elliot rubs up and down my stomach, my mom snores from across the room making me giggle as I run my thumb down Elliot’s cheek. His eyes lock with mine, tired and red as I frown, realizing how tired he actually is. He has been up for roughly sixteen hours now, blinking every once in a while to soothe his dry eyes, his whole body tired as he leans his head against my thigh. 

“You can rest if you want.” I offer, my fingers dancing over his apple tattoo with a yawn, reaching over to pop another ice chip into my mouth. I’m careful with my crunching, careful to not wake my mom or disturb Lexi or Cass who zone out, watching tv.

“I don’t want to rest if you can’t.” He mutters, rubbing his eyes as he sits up, shaking his arms out in a poor attempt to wake himself up. “I just wanna be up with you just in case anything happens. Especially since you’re only six centimeters. I just wanna wait.” He nods, stretching gracefully as I smile, silently appreciating his maturity and care. There’s truly no one that I’d rather have by my side in this situation and certainly no other man would be this selfless and aware.

“Okay well, will you at least come sit with me? I’m not gonna break.” I laugh, tugging on his arm as he chuckles, his smile making my stomach erupt in butterflies as he slips over onto the bed beside me. His arm wraps protectively around my shoulder, his lips skimming against my sweaty forehead as I watch another contraction spread across the screen to my right. 

By the time the nurses and my OB came to check me and decided it was time to push, everyone in the room was ready. Another few hours had passed, Elliot had slept a bit and my mom had finally woken up. Cassie and I finally shared a nice conversation about the gummy bears I was eating and Lexi was ready with her camera to photograph anything and everything that she could. 

“Alright, we need another one. You’re doing so good.” My doctor cheers from between my knees, my head falling back onto the bed as I look over at Elliot, sending him a glance of distress. He just pats my sweaty forehead, a reassuring smile on his lips as I gather my strength to push for the fifth time. We’re moving at a slow pace but at least we’re moving at all, finally seeing the end is near with the very bright, very loud, light at the end of the tunnel. 

My eyes water as I bear down, grabbing onto my knees as my family continues to cheer me on. Elliot cringes at the loud, frustrated groan that rumbles in my chest, my hand reaching out to clutch onto his arm.

“Is he even moving-”

“Yes! Yes! Keep going!” An annoyed scoff leaves me as I continue to push, closing my eyes tightly. “Okay, relax.” My whole body deflates at the instructions, my upper body sore from all of this straining. I can only imagine how my whole body will feel once the anesthetic wears off, probably comparable to being split in half. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” My mom cries, pressing kisses to the top of my sweaty head as I laugh, reaching over to take her hand in mine. I take the time to chill for a moment before I’m ordered to give it my all once more, my head spinning from the pressure my whole body is under. 

“Okay, last one, let’s go!” I huff as I lift my legs once more, straining hard as my family cheers around me, the nurses and doctors all yelling orders at each other as I feel a sense of relief, a small whimper leaving my lips as my head falls back against the pillow. “He’s out! Oh he’s perfect.” The doctor coos, tears streaming down my cheeks as I peek down at him, his startling cries making my heart stop in my chest as Elliot and I both fall in love all over again over this mini-us.

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[minshookie]

Invasion of Privacy.

Pairing | mafia!yandere!Joon x Reader

Genre | smut, angst, gore, yandere.

Summary | “while Joon is at work unwanted company comes to visit, opening your eyes to unwanted secrets.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language , mentioned sexual acts, smut (just a little bit), violence, background character death, naive reader insert, dumbification, caretaker Joon.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N | I struggled LOL But it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy. Forgive my mistakes please 💜

“Ready for breakfast hm?” Joon Spoke softly head resting in the crook of your neck, blanketing you with his warm damp body. “Yeah I guess.” Butterflies still fluttering in your tummy from the activities you both just enjoyed. “Mm well I’m not trying for waffles today kitten I have to go to work, so think of something quick.” He yawned before taking the tender skin of your neck between his supple lips again, sucking you in nibbling playfully. “Joonie when will Mary be back, I like her breakfast.” Almost whining. He chucked against you, “I told you Mary will be back after she’s had her baby.”

Feeling pouty you huff no motivation to eat knowing he’ll be leaving you soon. yawing you simply shrugged away the idea of this mornings breakfast. “Cereal again hm? If you insist.” He groaned pulling his self up on his forearms, gazing down at your connected bodies, he glided out with ease sighing in pleasure. Leaving you feeling empty yet warmly stuffed full. “I’ll be back, you stay put.” He began to walk towards the closet, watching silently in admiration. “Wait!” Stopping he turned. “Panties?” You request, fully knowing he’d get them for you. “Panties...of course.” He swiftly turned pulling some from the drawer. You reached for them, softly swatting your hand he went to your legs. “Up.” Complying, you let him dress your bottom half. “Being needy this morning i see,need a shirt too?” You nodded, letting him dress you again. “Alright cereal coming right up babybug.” He gave you a sweet Eskimo kiss before leaving.

His heavy steps thumped the hardwood stars, getting softer and softer before they disappeared. Never could you have imagined a simple round of dates would land you here, wrapped in Eucalyptus sheets, in the middle of a giant bed, upstairs of a Manson. Getting loved daily by a man with millions to his name. Your face began to grow warmer of subtle humiliation as you felt your heat drip of him. This whole situation felt like a long, long fairytale dream and you were loving every minute of it. Your reminiscing was cut short by the thudding of Joon’s feet coming up the stairs, finally he renters a smile on his face dimples prominent. Obviously proud of his limited culinary skills.

“A sugary cereal for the sweetest person I know, and a fruit cup too.” He walked slowly with he bed table careful not to spill. “c’mon get up and eat.” You sat up wide eyed ready for the meal he set before you. “What do you say greedy girl?” He held you back from the simple breakfast. “Thank you Joonie.” He nodded in approval letting go. “Remember, drink your milk, clean up your mess...eat all your fruit.”

He walked to the bathroom letting you eat in peace. You obliged his orders enjoying your modest breakfast quickly. Soon though, you started swaying the rose gold spoon around in the matching bowl watching the bland cereal chase each other. You’d finished all the marshmallows, you knew Joon would protest. Finishing the milk you began to pluck your favorites from the small fruit bowl, growing bored rather quickly.

“Joonie!” You beckoned, cheek full of berries. “yeah!” He yelled over the heavy patter of the shower. “Can I watch TV?” Tightly you closed your eyes in wishful thinking. “No Princess, it’s too early you know that, don’t you?!” You huffed, swallowing your fruit. “Yes!” He didn’t respond expecting you to eat the rest if your breakfast, in your true fashion you ignored the kiwi and bland cereals uneaten in protest of no early morning TV.

Annoyingly you shifted uncomfortably along the plush mattress once again. The once comforting fullness you felt now just starting to make an unpleasant mess...“Joonie!” “Y/n!” He yelled back while exiting the bathroom, his body glistening the scent of his masculine body wash and cologne engulfing the room. “I need to shower, I’m making a mess.” You stated shyly, making him smile in laughter.

“A mess huh, why don’t you take care of it?” He asked knowingly making you pout, he walked closer picking up the clear bowl, kiwi left behind. “Ah, eat this.” He held the green fruit between his fingers. “Eat one at least.” He rubbed it along your parted lips, you obliged his glare making you feel small. “Do I have to start giving you my cereal seems your tummy is getting full on sweets before you make it to the real breakfast?” Teasing he took it upon himself to finish the cereals.

“What do you say?” “Sorry for not finishing.” no way could you disobey him. “Good,Tell me about this mess though.” He inquired placing a kiwi slice in his mouth, walking to his suit closet letting his towel fall, he was already clad in his briefs. “You know!” He chuckled “I do? Oh is it my cum baby?” He stated lewdly while pulling out a dark suit. “Joon c’mon!” You whined, moving the the table. “Well Y/n if you wanted my help you should’ve joined me in the shower, you spoiled little brat.” He began to get dressed, “go wipe, go shower, and I’ll have someone clean the sheets yeah?” You rolled from the warm bed, a breeze catching your wet spot. “Yeah.” He smoothed the suit out over him , choosing a belt. “C’mon, I’m going to work big girl panties y/n go clean up please.” You took your time to walk past him , secretly wanting him to stay. You hoped he’d feel bad if you played hurt, or incapable of washing up maybe he’d stay late to help.

With a sigh of disapproval he turned from watching you walk begrudgingly in the mirror, giving your bottom a firm tap. “Now please so I can see you before I go okay?” Nodding you did as told, your scheme unsuccessful you resorted to complying. Striping and folding your clothes before throwing them in the hamper. Pulling the body wash, hand picked by Joon you lathered and showered as throughly and quickly as you could. Examining the dark areas he’d left behind, your neck,legs, and stomach, even scattering some along your pelvic area. Namjoon was extremely through when putting his claim over you, not like he had any competition. “All day kitten?” He knocked lightly on the door. The time spent Wandering in your thoughts taking a little longer than Joon’s liking you followed routine rinsing and turning off the water, drying you left with the plush towel around you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, an outfit laid over his thigh. “All dry?” You nodded catching a slight shiver, “you sure?” He called you over with a finger, tenderly he unwrapped you taking it upon himself to make sure you were dried, helping dress you as well. “When do you have to go Joon?” “Now.” Sighing you fell into his chest for a hug. “Yeah yeah, c’mon I gotta go love.” He kissed your cheek. “Kiss me before I go.” You pulled out of the crook of his neck latching onto his lips. Grabbing your neck he took the lead invading your mouth lustfully with his own. “Still taste sweet hm, remember to brush your teeth, lunch at twelve,have a snack around four, I’ll be home for dinner...and do not open the door.” You nodded your hands still in his. “I have a friend downstairs okay anything you can’t take care of...and I don’t mean the little things...ask him okay?” “Okay.” You crawled into bed avoiding the soiled area.

He got up smoothing his suit over again. “Uhm Joonie-” “I know I know.” He threw the remote to you before leaving. “See you later my pretty girl, remember I’ll know if you’re naughty. ” You smile turning on the TV. “See you later.”

After tedious hours of watching, and flipping through channels you enviably you became extremely bored with the flashing pictures playing before you. The nap you’d gifted yourself earlier began to wear off, you were sure it’s already been two hours, nobody’s came for the sheets. Strange of the morning staff to forget that. Rolling your eyes, you brushed off their neglect sitting up from the bed striping the stained sheets.

As bored as you were, you didn’t mind the walk down to the wash room. Once you gained balance of the heavy load, the trek began, only able to peak over the large bundle the stairs were a challenge. Once conquered you repositioned the bundle in your arms beginning to weigh on you. “Hey I brought the sheets for you!” Too lazy to complete the mission at hand, you tossed the sheets on the nearest couch, throwing yourself in the seat next to them. “Hello?!” Nobody seemed to call back as you voice deflected off of the walls. No way would they leave you all alone.

You stood from your seat, leaving the laundry behind as curiosity got the best of you. Where had everyone gone? You could’ve sworn you heard Joon conversing with them before he left. Roaming past the kitchen, Joon’s left his cutting board and knife out fruit juice displayed across the marble surface. Nobodies been on their job, and to think of it you haven’t seen or heard Joon’s friend he’d left for you yet.

You hated being alone, and Joon knew that. He wouldn’t leave you that way. Meandering down the elongated hall, which located staff bedrooms leaving a firm knock on the door....nothing. Fear draped over you the silence becoming too loud, taking panicked strides leaving the hall. Wandering the house looking for any other life form. Until you met face to face with a forbidden room. Joon’s office. Throwing rules away you griped the stubborn knob. Locked damn. “Help.” Whimpering like a kicked puppy you kept searching. “Joonie.” Wandering around, like you were lost in your own house, you skipped down the small flight of stairs, the washroom maybe they’re in there ...a dumb thought but this is the only room you haven’t rampaged.

Swinging the fragile door, a pungent rusting scent crashed into you. “And who the fuck are you?” Frozen in the door frame your brain fell blank. A group of men you’d never met covered in drying blood. The staff and who seemed to be Jungkook, sat lifelessly bound by their legs and arms in chairs in a perfect line. “Where’d come from?” Unable to speak you stared into the glossed eyes of people you once called friends. “Where’d you fucking come from!” Your mouth dried nervously, unsure what to answer...“Bed-bedroom ups-stairs.” They shared a look with each other, the only visible feature being their eyes. “Well you see these dunces doll...they lied...you won’t do that huh?” You shook your head, “Jungkook...he doesn’t lie.” They all laughed in frenzy. “No but he sure does fight back, don’t do that either...c’mon over here princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You stepped only one step closer, in fear of getting near the corpses. “Alright, heard...who are you?” Fiddling with your shirt you looked to your toes. “C’mon baby answer honestly or I’ll have to...sit you down.” You looked up, hot tears piercing your eyes begging to fall. “I’m y/n...Joon’s girlfriend.” Nodding in approval, someone in the back butted in. “He fuck you good?”You sniffled, looking back and forth between the few of them. “Don’t answer that, we don’t give a fuck about that....here’s the real test, where’s Namjoon hiding hmm?”

Oh, that’s easy, “Joon...he’s at work.” Scoffing in disbelief he reached behind him into his back pocket. “One more time cutie, where’s your little boyfriend.” Wide eyed your mouth quivered with no words. “I told you he’s at work.” He turned to his darkly dressed men “get a fucking chair, you y/n go sit in it.” You turned to run, a gun shot landed above you dry wall crumbling. “Sit your tight ass in that chair, or the next bullet will be buried in your chest.” Frozen in your tracks, you knew siting would land you right where Jungkook was. “Kim Namjoon is at work you won’t find him here!” Shaken you peered over your shoulder.

“Okay...okay, where does he work huh?” You turned back towards the stairs. “Uhm...I-I I’m not sure...big business I think, he has suits and a home office and people p-people follow him-” your rambling in cold sweat was cut short by the sound of bullets ricocheting along the cement walls. “Get out of the fucking way you dense bitch!” Unable to see your hero you rushed past him bolting away as quick as you could, blinded by tears. Eventually you fumbled into someone. “Hey hey y/n you hurt?” “JOONIE!” You climbed him his voice mesmerizing you. “Joonie it was disgusting, joonie please help.” The commotion still echoing in the wash room, Joon took his large hands over your ears guiding you upstairs into your shared room.

Finally silence to comfort you a wave of anger rushed over you as you processed your situation. Your ears pulsating. “Y/n...I’m so sorry princess.” All you could do was fall back onto the bare mattress. “Please do- who are they?” He sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “Business rivals.” He leans a leg on the maters caressing your thigh. “Joon don’t fucking lie I almost died.” He swatted your exposed tummy. “Hey don’t talk to me like that y/n.” Tears of anger replacing fear, “is this a game to you am I a damn toy to you...Joon I know you’re not telling me the truth and it hurts.”

He sat on the bed with an aggravated groan, you laid back staring at the smooth ceiling. “Y/n it’s best if you don’t know.” “Joon I’ll leave. Tonight i almost got my brai-” he darkly chuckled cutting you off “and to where, c’mon where?” You breathed deeply with anger. “I’ll- uhm...” “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, face it you’d be fucked over without me.” You rolled over, you could scream your figure shook in frustration. “I’ve pulled you in and treated you like a queen and you want to leave because you had to dodge a bullet?” “Please stop, Joon I’m leaving.” You sat up only to be pushed down, “you’ll die without me bitch, there are eyes on you, you take one step out of my house your just as good bounty as me.” What bullshit has this motherfucker pulled you into.

“Plus I’ve had you here, dumbed you down so much you can’t even shower right, let alone live alone, I feed your ass, wipe your ass, clean your disgusting ass, dress you, protect you, service waiting on you every damn hour of the day...fuck you how you please never how I please and yet you wanna go?!” Tears spilled from you, he straddled you peering maliciously, never has Joon spoken to you this way.

In surprise the door swung open, making your stomach drop, Yoongi’s face speckled red. “Joon it’s Guk he’s dead.” “Get out.” His voice flat no emotion present Yoongi obliged slamming the door on his way. “You even got one of my men-” “no.” You earned a slap like no other for cutting him off “I’ve trained you so much better, so much better than to cut me off and to snitch on me...I was at work huh...they wouldn’t find me here huh?” You couldn’t respond, the left side of your face throbbing from the assault. “Once I caught word of the invasion I check the cameras for you and low and behold your mouth never fucking shut...saving yourself? Fucking cunt.” You looked away from his accusing gaze.

“No words? Just how I like you...now be a good girl, apologize.” “I love-e you joo-nie I’m sorry.” You recite from memory. “I love you too, don’t ever disobey me again, and don’t you dare try to leave if you do, I’ll blow the little brains you have let by myself.” Tears pooled your face causing him to smirk. “Remember I own you, everything you are, everything you want, everything you believe, is mine to keep.”

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[emsylcatac]

Compatible

Summary:

When Ladybug brings some of the old magazines she used to read as a teenager to a sleepover with Chat Noir, they end up doing an 'Adrien Agreste compatibility test', something that she has done more than once as a teenager.

There's no way her partner could beat her at it and get a higher score than her. No way.

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Ladybug looked around the room at the mess she and Chat Noir had left from the evening before. Scattered UNO cards on the table, empty glasses and half empty bottles of wine and cider, a plate with only three or four cookies left, and abandoned game controllers on ottomans in front of the small TV.

They always left a mess when they had a sleepover together; always because they went to bed way too late and were too tired to clean it all.

She loved that.

She turned her head to look at her partner half-sitting beside her on the sofa bed. The sheets were pulled up his waist, and he was wearing a dark grey t-shirt v-neck as a pajama that suited him particularly well. She herself was wearing a red with tiny black polka-dots tank top, and a pair of small black pajama shorts.

Chat Noir was smiling at whatever he was reading on his phone. Ladybug propped her head on his shoulder, but kept her gaze away from the device.

“What are you looking at?”

He kept silent a few seconds, still grinning, before answering. “I told my best friend about what my supervisor said to me yesterday. He’s telling me he’s gonna buy an electric racket for mosquitoes and slap him with it.”

Ladybug chuckled. “I like your friend.”

Chat Noir was doing an internship somewhere in the city, and while it seemed like he enjoyed it, his supervisor sounded everything but kind to him. Something Ladybug couldn’t understand, knowing how nice her partner was.

“I thought you would,” he replied, turning his phone off and putting it on the nightstand.

After defeating Hawkmoth four years ago, Ladybug and Chat Noir had both taken a break to focus on their studies. He had been somewhere abroad from what she gathered; she had studied in another city. Now they were both back in Paris and had been for a year; a new threat needing the heroes had arisen.

It had been good to see her partner and best friend again after all this time, a deliverance of sorts. Being older opened up to a lot more freedom than they had as young teenagers: they were more lenient regarding their identities, for one. Ladybug even offered more than once to reveal each other, but Chat Noir told her he was not quite ready yet. It had surprised her a lot, but if he needed time, she would let him take it.

Still, it hadn’t kept them from getting even closer than they used to be.

Ladybug wished they could be even closer. She suspected that Chat Noir probably did, too, yet neither of them pushed for it. The very comfortable friendship they had now established was both a blessing and a curse in that regard.

While it was easier for her to stay at her parent’s house for now, Chat Noir had had a new personal studio. It wasn’t big; just the kind of place you’d expect from any average student having to rent a far too expensive place for what it was, courtesy of living in Paris—but it was enough. It was great to plot against their enemy… or for sleepovers, a habit they had taken soon after he got it.

Chat Noir looked at the pile of old magazines she had brought—they were the ones she read as a teenager, the ones she gossiped about with Alya during their sleepovers. She had thought it could be fun to try that with him, even if they were definitely not up to date.

“We forgot to read those!” he exclaimed, getting up.

She watched as he closed his eyes to pick one at random, and brought it back to the bed.

“Which one did you get?”

“Let’s see… oooh, ‘Clara Rossignole is looking for a Ladybug and a Chat Noir for her next music video’”, he read aloud. “Wow. How old is that stuff?”

“Er, I think I must have been fifteen or something so… Seven years old?”

“Amazing! Exactly what I need to keep up with the latest juicy gossip!” He grinned.

Ladybug laughed and leaned on his shoulder to have a better look at the magazine. She remembered that one with this cover very well, it was the one where there was a personality test about—

“‘How compatible are you with teen model Adrien Agreste’, page 21.” Chat Noir fake-gasped. “Spiiicy! Let’s do it!”

As he opened the magazine, Ladybug hoped that it wouldn’t be too obvious to see how easy it was to find the page right away. Despite the years that had passed, the page was still bearing the marks of having been opened and opened again and stared at for far too long, more than any other.

If he noticed, Chat Noir chose not to comment.

He grabbed a four-coloured pen on his nightstand. “Wow, my Lady, that’s a lot of ink on there! We can barely see the little symbols in front of the answers.”

Well. She had had to take the test more than once to get a better score. She’d been aiming for a hundred percent compatibility, a hundred-and-one if she was lucky, or over-compatible—as she should have been back then according to herself.

Not that she would admit that to him.

“I had done it with friends. That’s why it’s so… inky.”

Chat Noir hummed, suspicious, but didn’t push further.

“And it doesn’t work with symbols, it’s a points system. So we can’t cheat,” she added.

She would know. She had tried.

He snorted. “You remember this surprisingly well, Buguinette.”

She didn’t comment on that very accurate observation. Instead, she dropped a kiss on his cheek.

“Why do you want to do that test anyway?”

“Because it’s fun! And to see if I can get a better score than you,” he said.

She scoffed. “As if you would win! I’m unbeatable at this.”

That made him snicker. “Unlike with UNO?”

She glared at him at that and pulled her head away from his shoulder. He brought her back with an arm around her, and kissed her temple apologetically.

She begrudgingly accepted the kiss. Very begrudgingly. (She couldn’t help but smile at the contact of his lips).

(She also couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him).

“So,” Chat Noir went on, “what do we have for the first question… Oooh, ‘which colour is your favourite? Green, Blue, Pink or Red?’,” he raised a brow. “That’s not a lot of choices in my opinion.”

“Blue,” Ladybug automatically answered.

Chat Noir snorted. “No, yours is pink Bugacheat, I know that well enough,” and he circled the answer in red. “However, mine is blue.”

“Maybe I changed favourite colour.”

“No, you didn’t,” he replied flatly. She pouted. “Next question. ‘What is your favourite season?’”

Ladybug pondered. She liked all seasons, after all; they each had their charm.

“Can’t we pick all of them?”

“Well, apparently you can’t because, according to this very accurate magazine, Adrien Agreste has only one favourite season.”

“Write ‘autumn’, then,” she decided.

He circled it in red for her, and circled spring in green for him.

“Okay, ‘how many times do you blink in the span of a minute? Fifteen, eighteen, twenty or twenty-two”, he frowned. “Where did they even get these information?”

“They have very good sources.”

“Sure,” he snorted. “Does Adrien Agreste himself even know the answer to that?”

“Well, of course, it’s in the magazine,” she laughed.

She knew it couldn’t really be trusted, but she liked to take these facts as straight science when she was younger.

“God, these tests are so bad,” Chat Noir shook his head. “How is that suppose to tell you if you’re compatible with him or not?”

“Hey! Don’t criticise my magazine or you’ll offend mini-me!”

“Well, Babybug, I think the questions from your magazine are dumb. And I’m answering… I don’t know... eighteen maybe?”

“Put twenty-two for me,” she said proudly.

She remembered the answer corresponding to Adrien’s to that question, but he didn’t need to know that.

They went on like that through the rest of the test, from morning routine to favourite scent—“Ew, why are one of the answers camembert?”— and gut reaction when faced with an akuma—“you would jump off of a building, Kitty”.  Ladybug tried to answer what ‘Adrien’ would do instead of herself, and Chat Noir corrected her each time—“I choose passion fruits!” - “there’s a reason you always take strawberry ice-creams, my Lady. You can’t fool me!” — until they arrived at the end of the test.

“Aaaaand I’ve got a score of…” Chat Noir paused, looking and calculating the results, “eighty-six percent! While you, on the other hand, despite trying to cheat on at least five questions—”

“Hey!”

“—have a score of… Aw, only forty-one!”

“What?!” Ladybug all but screamed.

“Ah, yes, it looks like I beat you Buguinette!” The little shit sounded so proud with himself.

“There’s no way your score is higher than mine,” she said, snatching the magazine from his hands and scrupulously recounting the points herself.

There was no way, indeed.

And yet.

Chat Noir knew how to count, alright. Ladybug was silently fuming.

No, it didn’t matter anymore whether she was compatible with her old crush or not. And yes, the magazine was probably incorrect anyway.

And sure, Adrien was twenty-two now, not fifteen, so his answers would probably not be the same anymore, but still.

She had to defend young-Marinette’s honour.

And in honour of young-Marinette’s past struggles and unconditional love, there was no way Chat Noir of all people could be more compatible with Adrien than herself.

Chat Noir’s laughters brought her out of her shocked horror.

“Aw, don’t pull that face, Bugachups, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose! Maybe you’ll beat me to the next! Say, they don’t have a compatibility test with Chat Noir by any chan—”

“You cheated.” She stated it calmly but coldly. She had to be calm about it. “You must have.”

Chat Noir guffawed. “I’m not you! Also why so upset? Afraid I ruined your chances with…” he took the magazine back from her hands to read the caption under the test’s title, “...Paris’ favourite teenage boy?” He frowned. “Hey, shouldn’t that have been me at the tim—”

“No, I’m not afraid of anything like that,” she grumbled. “It’s just that… I used to know everything there was to know about Adrien Agreste back in the day.”

He blinked. “Everything?!”

“Everything,” she repeated. “Also, I don’t need to do a Chat Noir compatibility test to know that I’d get a hundred percent at it.”

He snickered. “I sure do hope that you’d get a higher score with me than that poor forty-one percent.”

She hit him with her pillow. For making fun of her, and for not having taken the bait.

“Yes,” she insisted, “I’d have a better score and I’d get the highest, thank you very much.”

He gently pinched and squished her cheeks while nuzzling his nose against hers teasingly. “Aaaww, of course we would be the most compatible Buguichou, we’re made for each other!”

Better.

Still, they had become so comfortable with each other now that it could mean everything and nothing.

“Chat Noooiiiiir,” she whined in lieu of pushing further, “stop annoying me!”

He released her and laughed. “You love it when I annoy you!”

Yes.

“No.”

He snorted and shook his head. “Anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “What was it about you knowing everything there was to know about teen model, Paris' darling extraordinaire Adrien Agreste?”

She groaned. “Please can we not?”

“No. I want to know more about the boy I’m eighty-six percent compatible with, Bugaboo! And who better to teach me all I need to know other than the finest expert you aaaaar—”

She snatched the magazine back from his hands and swatted him with it.

“You’re” —swat— “not” —swat— “more compatible than me” —hit— “with Adrien” she had him pinned on the bed and he was giggling, trying and failing to push her away, “because I had the biggest crush” —swat— “on him and I was” —swat— “in love with him, do you understand?”

She stopped hitting him to throw him her deadliest look.

“Wait, what?” he said, still grinning from the fight. “You were in love with him like… in love love?”

She crossed her arms. “Yes, I was in love love with him.”

He snorted. And then, slowly, his body shook more and more, the laughters coming from him getting louder and louder.

“You—,” he choked, raising a finger in her direction, “you were in love with Adrien Agreste when we were fifteen.”

She sighed. “Yes, I was in love with Adrien Agreste. Go on, laugh all you want, ‘ha-ha-ha, Ladybug was in love with Hawkmoth’s son, ha-ha,’ so funny.”

“Oh my god, yes, Ladybug in love with our enemy’s son,” he kept laughing. “Waaait, wait wait, hold on, that’s excellent but… when you told me you were in love with someone else, back then…”

Her stomach fluttered at the memory that yes, Chat Noir used to be in love with her.

“...Does that mean that he was the boy you were referring to?” he looked at her expectantly.

She didn’t reply.

“He was?!" he exclaimed. “Ladybug, that’s… that’s… that’s hilarious!” and he was back laughing, even louder than before.

She glared at him, before grabbing her pillow once again and hitting him with it.

“No, no—I’ll stop, I’ll stop! But you don’t understand, this is so funny!”

“I really don’t see why.” And with that she lay down on the bed and turned around, her back to him. “Adrien is a very sweet person, I had great taste.”

Today, however, by loving Chat Noir? Maybe not so much, she decided.

A warm hand settled on her arm.

(She still had great tastes).

“Say, my Lady… if you were to meet that Adrien boy today and he were to ask you on a date… would you say yes?” She could still hear the remainder of his amusement in his voice, but he seemed to have calmed down, now.

She turned around to face him. He was lying on the side, propped on one elbow with his head resting on his hand. She pondered his question a few seconds. She hadn’t seen Adrien in a while, after all.

And… there was someone else now. She wasn’t fifteen anymore.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

He was rubbing small circles on her arm.

“Oh?” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “What would fifteen-year-old-Bugbooboo think about that?”

She snorted. “She wouldn’t believe I’d ever say that. She’d think I lost my mind.”

He chuckled with her.

She frowned. “But… well, we all change when we grow up and… Adrien is probably still a great person. And I mean, with what he had to go through, I admire him a lot. But also, there’s some—… there’s…  there’s...”

“There’s what?”

You.

“Chat Nooiiir,” she tugged at the kwagatama around his neck instead, and raised her eyes to his. She bit her lip. “You know.”

She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Even after all these years, confessing was still something she found herself struggling with. But she kept his gaze as he silently searched hers; she wouldn’t back away or hide from it.

She kept it as he slowly took the hand that was fiddling with his necklace and lifted it to his lips. Kept it as he gently kissed the tips of her fingers. As she felt a shiver and the heat rising to her cheeks and was sure he could see it, too.

And she still kept his gaze as he lowered their hands on the mattress, and caressed hers with his thumb.

He knew.

And he reciprocated. She put a hand on his cheek, and slowly brought her face closer to his. She was about to close her eyes and the gap between them when a finger on her lips interrupted her.

Chat Noir closed his eyes, letting a small smile tug at his lips. Took a deep breath. Exhaled.

Opened his eyes again and looked right into hers.

“What if…” he said nervously, almost as a murmur, a deep contrast to his amusement from earlier. “What if I told you that… that you could have both? In one person.”

Her eyes widened. She sat up suddenly and grabbed his face. Did he mean that—

“Chaton?!” she said surprised —questioning. Her eyes frantically searched his.

He took one of her hands and brought it to his mask. And slowly nodded.

Carefully, shaking, she removed the home-sewed mask from his face.

His eyes were closed, but it was the unmistakable face of Adrien that met her. And older Adrien, an Adrien who was still the same but also so different.

An Adrien who was Chat Noir, and had always been—an Adrien that she knew more than she could have possibly thought.

As he opened his eyes to look at her, she took both his hands and kissed them. She noticed that she was crying when she saw tears dropping on his ring. She didn’t care.

It suddenly hit her that this boy had had to fight against his own father—and that it was certainly why he hadn’t been ready to show himself before. What he just did now, finally revealing himself to her—this was huge.

But looking at his gaze, soft from her actions, and feeling his hand wiping her tears away, she decided that it was probably not something he wanted to discuss now. And she didn’t want to ruin their moment, their reveal, with pity and talks about his father: the very thing he had probably tried to avoid when he was still insecure about who he was under the mask.

She giggled through her tears. “You’re beautiful,” is what first made its way out of her mouth.

That made him laugh and oh god, she was making him cry too now.

“Take off my mask. Please,” she whispered, kissing his fingers once more.

He sat up next to her, are gently put a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Then, he did as she told—and gasped.

“You—you’re Marinette!”

She giggled again. “And you’re Adrien!”

“I was thinking about you the other day. I was wondering how you were doing and…” he trailed off.

“And now you know!”

“And now I know!” he grinned. “You’re wonderful… I missed you so much but… it also sounds weird to say that now, doesn’t it?”

“Well… we could still catch up, around a coffee and uh… is this date with both Chat Noir and Adrien still on the table?” she asked.

Was she being a bit too straight forward? Probably. But she had troubles to control her mouth right now.

“When will it not?” he breathed.

She squealed and wiggled on her spot, grabbing his face. But before she could come closer to him, she faltered and stopped, remembering his finger on her lips a few minutes before.

“Uh, can I kiss you this time?”

He chuckled, a soft blush gracing his cheeks—and kissed her in answer.

She immediately closed her eyes at the contact of his lips and kissed him back—slowly, deeply, tasting him as much as she could. He tilted his head to give her a better access, and she climbed on his laps to be more comfortable—and closer to him.

Marinette lost count of how many times they came back for each other, of how many times their lips met, or their tongues. She felt so happy and so good—so in love.

When they separated and looked at each other, shy and giddy smiles on their faces, she couldn’t help but drop another tender kiss on his cheek, and caressed it afterwards.

“Now I know what you found so funny earlier,” she told him.

“It’s hilarious, right? We were so dumb!”

“We still are,” she added.

“We definitely still are. I can’t believe I didn’t know that Marinette was in love with me in collège, wow.”

“Is in love with you,” she corrected, still caressing his cheeks. “Present tense.”

She would always remember the look on his face when she said it. He was in love with her too, there was no doubt about it.

Suddenly, she was hit with a realisation and looked at him in horror. “Wait a minute. That means… That I have only forty-one percent compatibility with Chat Noir?!”

Adrien burst out laughing. “My Laaaady, you can’t seriously believe these tests, right?”

“Well, no, but we still should have way more compatibility than forty-one percent. Who even has that with their super-hero partner?”

“Marinette,” he said, amused, “my Bugabisous…I don’t even have a hundred percent with myself. It would be hard to live in my own head.”

She blinked. “You’re right. That test is dumb. But how do we know if we’re the most compatible then?”

Adrien chuckled, and put his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him. “Well, you’re the Guardian, I think you can make up the rules for that.”

She put her arms around his neck. “That’s true. Then I decide that we’re a hundred percent compatible.”

“A hundred percent, uh?”

Their foreheads were touching now.

“A hundred-and-one,” she whispered against his lips, and she kissed him.

[miraculousoj]

LadyNoir July 2021 Day 1: Older

Summary: Just some pre-reveal banter and fluff between LadyNoir. Ladybug spends Chat Noir's birthday with him eating macarons, joking about his age, and discussing his plans as an 18-year-old.

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 1920

Warnings: slight mention of alcohol

"Cats me if you caaan!" Chat Noir sang out as he ran across the Parisian rooftops under the night sky. The cool autumn air hugged his face as he laughed, jumping from building to building, running from his lady in their usual game of catch; the loser had to bring food to the next patrol. If he got to their rendezvous point before she caught him, he'd win, if she caught him before that, she'd win. 

If Ladybug were to be completely honest, she didn't mind losing and purposely tried to lose at times since she knew bringing fresh pastries was easy for her seeing as her family owned a bakery and she had no idea what Chat noir's financial situation may have been outside of his superhero life. Listening to him talk, he usually seemed like his home life was nothing to envy - he often spoke about his neglectful father, his deceased mother and busy schedule; though he did not give specific enough information to reveal his identity. It seemed that the only happiness in his life was being a superhero and attending school, something that had to mean that his home life was absolutely horrendous since she couldn't imagine anyone enjoying school. Nonetheless, he always put on a smile during their late-night patrols and akuma fights, seldom showing sadness or pain. It was only during the end of patrols when they'd sit and talk for an hour where he'd express his misfortunes in life but never in a way to gain sympathy. He'd always state them matter-of-factly as if narrating his life without seeming too beaten up about it. Maybe he had just gotten accustomed to it, that thought broke her heart. So she always tried to bring him his favourite pastries - croissants and macarons which he would gulp down graciously, almost as if he hadn't eaten at all that day.

"Seems like I'm the faster hero today m'lady!" Chat Noir taunted as Ladybug finally jumped to the roof that he had been standing on for about two minutes. Chat Noir contorted his body, flexing his biceps and triceps, earning an eye roll and chuckle from Ladybug. "Cats got your tongue? These bad boys right here got you stunned huh, m'lady?" He said, smiling proudly and moving his eyebrows up and down. 

"As if Chaton," Ladybug retorted, hiding her blush and strutting towards him. 

Standing directly in front of each other, he looked down at her acknowledging the height difference which increased by almost six inches in the past two years. It was in these moments when he noticed how much more beautiful she had become over the years. She looked up through hooded eyes, got onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently. Chat Noir gasped, his jaw fell open and his eyes widened in shock. She had never done that before.

With a flick of his bell and a giggle, Ladybug whispered, "Happy birthday, Chaton" into his ear causing Chat Noir to regain his senses.

"Y-you remembered?" He asked wide-eyed, turning to his left to face Ladybug who had now walked over to the box of treats she had brought. They usually left the treats at the rendezvous point to indulge in whilst hanging out and chatting after patrols.

As she sat, Ladybug asked, "Why wouldn't I? I even marked it on my calendar so I wouldn't forget. You're one of my best friends, and I never forget a friend’s birthday." If it wasn't for the darkness of the corner she sat in, Chat Noir would've seen her face turning as red as her mask. 

He was speechless. Ladybug had marked his birthday on her calendar and even considered him more than a friend, yeah it was a best friend, but it was more than a friend, so he was obviously climbing the relationship ladder in some way. 

He resorted to saying a grateful thank you instead of asking too many questions, also he was famished and tired and just wanted to put his head in his lady's lap and eat some of those delicious Dupain-Cheng pastries she always brought. Oh how he loved them. He was even good friends with the bakers’ daughter who sat behind him in class. She was an extraordinary girl and he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't considered asking her on a date a few times but his schedules didn't permit it and his heart belonged to Ladybug but by all means, if Ladybug didn't exist, he'd be head over heels for Marinette. She reminded him so much of Ladybug too, the way she took control during akuma attacks, stood up for others, helped those in need, brought pastries to school and she even told him Happy birthday that morning and gifted him some macarons. 

"Chaton" Ladybug’s cooing broke him from his thoughts of Marinette. He constantly compared them and if you asked, he wouldn't admit it but he would be a little disappointed if she wasn’t the girl under the mask.

As he dropped his body next to Ladybug’s and threw his head into her lap, she began running her hands through his hair and they both peered into each other's eyes in silence for a while. Friends. That's what they were but this wasn't what friends did, at least none of Adrien's friends did this. Except for the couples, of course. However, he dare not complain in case she stopped. He let the moment continue until she broke eye contact to fetch a macaron from the box to feed him. Another thing that friends did not do. But he ate it happily, it tasted like passionfruit, like the same ones Marinette gave him that morning. It came from the same bakery after all and they were his favourite flavour both as Chat Noir and Adrien so it was only obvious that his respective ladies would gift him his favourite flavour. 

"So how old are you now Chat?" Ladybug asked with a smile, she obviously knew but was just asking the usual birthday question.

"Eighteen," he replied sitting up, the number echoed in his mind and his eyes widened slightly. "I'm eighteen," he repeated a bit louder with a smile, this time, "finally legal. How old are you, m'lady?" He taunted, leaning towards her with a Cheshire cat smile, poking her cheek.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes and flared her nose, "Seventeen," she whispered "but I'm turning eighteen in two months, you know that," she stated louder, scowling with her arms folded.

"I'm oollldeer than you!” Chat Noir sang out pinching her cheeks and laughing. "Aww, babybug is maad, she's angwy, absolutely fwustwated," he teased in the most babyish, high-pitched voice he could have made whilst gently tugging at her now warm, reddening cheeks. "She's bwushing!" he exclaimed and fell backwards laughing wholeheartedly. He only felt this happy with her. Chat Noir’s laugh was contagious, to say the least, so although Ladybug tried her best to look angry, she couldn't hold in her laughter and began laughing too. 

As their laughter died down, Chat Noir sat up, slouching down to rest his head on her shoulder. Ideal sitting position. He hated having to sit upright and maintain that prim and proper form for extended periods of time. Yeah, he knew that slouching was bad posture but he wanted to be a normal kid who didn't need to worry about posture. 

"Hey Ladybug, now that I'm eighteen, I bet I could probably buy some wine for us," Chat Noir said excitedly.

"Oh!" Ladybug looked at him in wonder. They both had had wine many times before but had never been able to get wine-drunk especially together. Gabriel never allowed Adrien to have more than half a glass of wine to maintain his pristine image and Marinette’s parents didn’t necessarily like alcohol so they rarely cooked or baked with it unless an order or recipe specifically required it. Therefore, they never kept it around the house or encouraged Marinette to drink. 

Both teenagers looked at each other grinning, they had talked on many occasions about their desire to experience what being drunk was like. Now that Chat Noir was eighteen, he could pull through for them and bring a bottle or two during one of the patrols in the future. 

"Wow, you've got perks to being older, huh?" 

Chat Noir laughed, "Definitely, but I gotta use my powerup within the next two months else you'll come and snatch it from me!" Both teenagers laughed, revelling in their company and happiness. 

"But I think what I really want to do now that I'm eighteen, is organize to move out of my dad's house." Chat Noir said, feeling the atmosphere become heavy. Ladybug nodded, allowing him to continue. "Maybe I'll get an apartment and you can come visit me sometime," he had a faraway look in his eye and a small smile. 

Ladybug knew sharing their identities was a dangerous idea and going to his apartment would only reveal his own but she also knew that their relationship as superhero partners needed the reveal soon or things may begin to fall apart. 

She felt herself falling for Chat Noir more and more each day, the way he fought valiantly at her side and trusted her no matter what, and the way his eyes twinkled when she called him Chaton or scratched his chin. Her descent was slow and gradual at first but then she began thinking about him after patrols, ‘Does he go home? Does he stay out for a bit longer? Does he do homework or did he finish that before patrols? What time does he go to bed? What time does he wake up? Did he eat?' So many questions spiralled her mind each and every day, she couldn't control her feelings. She even resorted to telling him to send her a message when he got home so she'd know that he was safe, of course, she blamed it on the danger of akumas, not her feelings for him. She even stayed transformed until she got his 'I'm home bugaboo <3' message through her yoyo. Oh how she lived for that little heart at the end and the one time he didn't send it, she had a slight panic about whether or not he was okay, if they were okay. But he sent it in a separate message with an asterisk twenty seconds later. And that's when Ladybug knew she had it bad for Chat Noir, maybe even as bad as she had it for Adrien. The descent after that was like being thrown off of a cliff, she fell, and hard too. 

Did she want to go to Chat Noir’s house one day? Hell yeah she did! But she couldn't. Things bigger than them and older than them were at work in the universe and there was no telling what could happen at any moment. 

"M'lady?" Chat Noir’s voice broke into Ladybug’s thoughts, "you okay?" 

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I-I was just thinking about um...uh if I saw any apartments in the classifieds or on social media lately," she lied.

"Oh, ahaha. It's fine, don't worry yourself with that m’lady, I'll sort that out when I'm ready. Plus, father’s not letting me move out anytime soon,” he patted her knee, “Right now I'm focused on us enjoying the end of my birthday together." With that, they both smiled peacefully and leaned into each other as they watched the moon and ate the macarons and croissants in silence.

@ladynoirjuly

Also posted on AO3

[howdoyousleep3]

mama kkkkkk,,, what are some easy self care things to do when ur physically sick and have the big D messing around ur brain bc im in bed and tired but can’t get up to do anything hhhhh

Oh babybug. 🥺 I’m so sorry you’re feeling so doooooown. When I am in this position I try to do a few things but I am also kind to myself and remind myself that sometimes surviving is all I can do on certain days. One thing I try to make sure and do is drink lots of water. I like to shower when I’m like this, to get warm and then crawl back into bed. If I can avoid the bed at all, that’s the best situation. The bed is a slippery slope. Sometimes I’ll read. Most of the time I’ll dick around on my phone. 🥺 Ugh I’m so sorry, bub. It’s so hard to take care of ourselves sometimes, this I know, but we must. I lub you.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Phantom waking up in a cranky mood (probably because he was playing all night) and going to Swiss all teary eyed and whiny with his pacifier clipped to his shirt

When Phantom woke up it was still dark. That didn’t matter though, no amount of darkness would help the throbbing in his temples behind his eyes. He screwed his eyes closed, the pain was almost blinding. He rolled over, pulling his bat plush to his chest and curled up in a ball, whimpering as the pain seemed to increase as he moved. He sniffles, feeling tears welling in his eyes and he wishes he hadn’t gone to sleep alone tonight, he wished desperately that there was someone, anyone, with him he could curl up with and cuddle and they could make him feel better. 

He sniffles again and whines when the pain didn’t ease at all in the next couple of minutes. He’s just about to call out for help when he remembers that Swiss’ room is just next door to his. He doesn’t need to wake the whole pack up he can just scurry across to Swiss. Swiss will help him. 

The only dilemma to going to Swiss is room is he has to face the darkness of his room and the dark creepy hallway. He lets out a pained whine feeling his ears pin back in fear. He peers into the endless black of his room, clutching his bat to his chest so hard he can feel the clip of his pacifier dig into his chest. He has to be brave. Papa and the other ghouls always tell him how brave he is all the time so he can do this. If he’s quick he’ll only be in the darkness for a few seconds and then he’ll be with Swiss. And Swiss will always protect him, he said so himself. 

He jumps from his bed, the pain in his head ignored over the fear of the darkness. Or what’s in the darkness. He lets out a squeak at the thought of a creature that might me hiding among the shadows, with glowing red eyes and sharp claws ready to snatch away any little ghoul that it finds. 

He lets out a sob at the thought and burrows his gave into his bats soft fur, hoping that if he can’t see the monsters they won’t be able to see him. He pulls his bedroom door open and steps into the hallway. It’s cold, colder than his room with no fireplace to heat it. He shivers, peaking out from over his bat to scan the hallway for monsters. There’s no glowing eyes, just an endless void of black. He scampers quickly along the wall until he finds the door to Swiss’ room, not giving the monsters anytime to realise here there. He opens the door and slams it behind him way too loud for the time of night that it. 

Swiss’ room was also dark. Oh no. He’d forgotten about that. But he could hear Swiss breathing and could see a vague Swiss shape on his bed in the darkness. It soothes him a little knowing he’s no longer alone. 

“Swiss?” He calls out into the darkness. Swiss doesn’t stir. “S-Swiss?” He called out again, the name catching on his throat as he feels more tears roll down his cheeks. 

There’s a shuffle of the bed covers along with a groan as Swiss turns over and peers into the darkness.  “Tommy?” 

Phantom let’s out a sob and he stumbles forwards, tripping over something as he goes. He lets out a scream, running towards Swiss.  “Swiss, Swiss, daddy, it got me. Please don’t let it get me.” 

Swiss sits up just in time for Phantom to crash into him. Swiss pulls him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and running his hand down his back as Phantom wraps his legs around his waist and buries his head in his neck.  “What is it, babybug? What got you?” 

Phantom whimpers, pushing his face deeper into Swiss’ neck. “The monster.” 

 Swiss frowns, placing a kiss to the top of Phantom’s head.  “Monster? What monster, baby?”

“The one that lives in the dark.” Phantom mumbles into his neck, rubbing his cheek against Swiss’ scent gland.  

“Baby, there’s no monster up here. The closest thing we have to a monster here is Papa Nihil.” 

Phantom giggles before he sits up and looks at Swiss.  “But it touched me.” 

“I think that was a shoe, darling.” Swiss runs a hand through Phantom’s hair. “My rooms a little messy, I haven’t had time to clean it for a while.” 

Phantom rests his head back on Swiss’ shoulder, nosing at his scent gland again.  “Oh.” He giggled again. “Just a shoe.” 

Swiss sits back against the headboard pulling a phantom with him. The smaller ghoul curls up in his lap, resting his head on Swiss’ chest so he can listen to his heartbeat. Swiss cards his fingers through Phantom’s hair making the ghouls sigh and lean into his touch.  “What’s got you awake so early, babybug? Nightmare?” 

Phantom shakes his head.  “Head hurted.” 

“Oh my poor baby.” Swiss kisses the top of his head again. “Does it still hurts?” 

Phantom let’s out a whimper, now the distraction of the monsters has gone he remembered the pain in his head.  “Yeah, daddy.” 

“Oh my poorly boy.” Swiss shuffled down so he’s lying back down and pulls the covers up to cover the both of them. “You want me to help with it? I know my quintessence isn’t that strong but I think I can handle a headache.” 

Phantom snuggles deeper into Swiss’ chest. “Yes please, daddy.” 

Swiss massages at Phantom's temples with two of his fingers, channeling the little quintessence he has through his fingers. Phantom relaxes almost immediately, his jaw going slack as he lets out a little moan in relief. 

“That feel good, darling?” Swiss smiles down at the ghoul, watching him snuggle his bat to his chest. 

Phantom hums in reply, his eyes fluttering closed    . He starts to feel tired now that the pain in his head is slowly starting to disappear thanks to Swiss. He starts to chew on the wing of his bat not realising what he’s doing, finally feeling comfortable. 

Swiss tuts lightly at him, pulling the wing out of his mouth.  “Don’t chew on that, babybug. It’s not good for you.” 

Phantom whines and pouts up at Swiss.  “Daddyyy.” 

“Here you have this.” Swiss pull the clip attached to his shirt finding Phantom’s pacifier on the end. He taps it against Phantom’s bottom lip and pushes it into his mouth when he parts his lips.  “See? That’s better, huh?” 

Phantom thrills as he sucks the pacifier, his eyes feeling suddenly incredibly heavy. 

“Go back to sleep, bug. It’s still so early we’ve got more time to sleep.” Swiss continues to rub at his temples. “And in the morning I’ll make you breakfast, anything your little belly wants.” 

Phantom thrills again and snuggles his bat closer into his chest and he cuddles deeper into Swiss. It doesn’t take long for him to drift back off to sleep, a deep purr rumbling through his body. 

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Request/Prompt: “Tea is much better than cocoa.” Prompt with Tom Hiddleston By @21stcenturyyfoxx

A/N: it’s so soft and fluffy. And short.

October 21st was just a random day. The leaves were falling from the trees. A chilly breeze on an otherwise perfect day. No clouds, just sun. A perfect autumn day from the books.

Tom looked out of the window, his view catching her red hear down the street nearing the house. Smiling he looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms. She, and her mom, were his whole world now. He looked down at her. Her lips were slightly parted and he could hear her tiny breaths.

Tom heard the front door opening. Carefully he turned around, balancing the bundle in his arms. She had just fallen asleep.

“She's finally asleep?” She whispered, as she entered the living room, her red hair already up in a messy bun. Tom nodded and put his daughter down in the crib. She pursed her nose a little bit, before she continued to sleep. Relieved he breathed out and turned around. She held her phone in her hands, probably just have taken another picture of him with his daughter. He walked over to her, his arms sneaking around her waist.

“You're cold” He whispered.

“You're cozy.” She said, her head on his chest.

“Got everything?” He asked, his arms warming her up.

“The usual. Pizza, Tea, Cocoa...”

He chuckled.

“What? Don't lie. You enjoy a hot cup of cocoa from time to time.”

“Well yes. But Tea is much better than cocoa.” He argued.

“You're just saying this because tea runs through your veins.” She rolled her eyes, hiding her smirk.

“That might be yes. Still. What better as to drink a hot cuppa on a chilly day?”

“Staying in bed the whole day?”

“I think that won't happen for a longer time for us, Darling.” His head motioned to the crib. She followed his gaze. She didn't ever think of becoming a mother. But still, when she found out she was pregnant only a year ago, she was over the moon. Sure, she had only known Tom for about 5 months back then, but she was sure he was the one.

“Come on. I make you a hot cocoa while our babybug sleeps.” He pulled her towards the kitchen and she let him.

He put some milk in a pot and she put water in the tea kettle. They didn't talk. Just enjoying the quiet, preparing each others drinks. Quiet moments became rare in the last 4 months. At least during the day. Thankfully their daughter slept for the most part of the night.

10 minutes later they were sitting on the couch. Tom with an earl grey, and her with a big cup of cocoa with an ridiculous amount of cream on top of it. Tom always put too much on it.

“How am I supposed to drink this?” She asked him, eyeing the cup carefully. Tom set his cup down the table in front of him.

“Like this.” He took the cup from her and took a big sip. His nose and mouth covered with cream as he handed her the cup back. She laughed quietly. She set the cup down next to his on the table.

“You're adorable.” She whispered and kissed his nose, his cheek, his lips at last, getting rid of the cream on his face this way. She hadn't seen him stick his fingers into the cream before she felt him rubbing it on her nose.

“Now you're adorable too.” He smiled, kissed the cream from her nose and put her flush against his chest, the tea and cocoa forgotten.

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | nightmare

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | soft!ransom ofc, reader has a bad dream but doesn’t remember it, just very fluffy, sfw daddy!ransom vibes (reader uses a teether sometimes after her nightmares just bc she’s an anxious chewer), “babybug” makes its glorious return ;^)

word count | 337

how about!! a reader who has recurring bad dreams but she usually doesn’t remember them or remembers very little 🤔

ransom knows about them and probably sleeps a little lighter without even trying bc his body just feels the need to stay alert in case his baby needs him 🥺

maybe one night she wakes up screaming, which immediately rouses ransom from his sleep as well. “baby, baby, hey- what’s going on?” he flicks on the lamp on the nightstand and looks over, his heart breaks when he finds reader on a tear-soaked pillow with a wild and terrified look in her eyes

“oh honey, come here. shhh,” poor girl’s shaking like a leaf as he lays back down and pulls her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly while he shushes and dotes over her

“shhhh, babybug- you’re okay. was just a dream, bunny. not real, not real” she starts chewing anxiously on her pajama sleeve and he has to carefully remove it from her mouth, kissing her nose in the process “hey silly girl, let’s not eat your clothes. you want a chewy from the freezer?” ran always keeps a few baby teethers in with the ice so she can have something to mouth instead of her clothes or her skin

maybe her eyes get big and fill with tears bc she thinks he’s gonna leave her there in the bed by herself to go get it “hey, hey, it’s okay baby,” he fusses, smoothing her hair back since it’s fallen messily in her face “you wanna go get it together? maybe we can snuggle up on the couch for a bit, turn on a show?” he knows sometimes just having the background noise of the tv helps calm her down

she nods carefully so he’s scooping her up in no time, carrying her out of their room and over to the stairs as she clings to him like a little koala 🥺 “c’mon, little bug. i gotcha, let’s go get everything ready for you”

[cgstark27]

Things I have:

Comfy bed

Hot shower

Got to video chat with Clint and Lila and Nathaniel tonight

My malyshka, my babybug

All the love in the world

I don’t really know why Cady is inseparable from me right now, and she hasn’t brought anything up, but... I’m okay with it. She’s working on her own projects and goals. I think she enjoys how quiet it is here, how less chaotic it is. She can hear herself think.

I love being able to be her safe space.

I’ll never forget that conversation so many years ago. She’d had a hell of a day at school and basically had a meltdown of righteous anger. I was honest with her. “You should be afraid of me,” I said. “You shouldn’t trust me.” I was still convincing myself not to get involved with her, and I’d already gone too far.

Tears in her eyes, still pissed off about everything, she looked straight at me and said, “The only person I am afraid of right now, Natasha, is myself.”

She was 14.

I’ve never doubted anything she says since that day.

Maybe she can be herself around me. I’ve seen her at her best and her worst, which to me is just a small part of the spectrum of human behavior. What other people see as her giving them a hard time I can tell is her having a hard time. I guess I’m pretty good at figuring her out.

Maybe I really am something of a mother to her.

Just maybe.

-Nat

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Okay so you reblog these amazing houses all the time but i have to ask, what would your own dream house look like if money was limitless? Also where would it be located?

Oh man. You sure have asked a question to which I have way too well thought out an answer.

I like our city. We moved here because we wanted to be here and I honestly would not give it up. That said, we live in the more crowded part of it and I wouldn’t necessarily object to moving to another section so that we had more land. I grew up out west and so I’ve always really wanted an acre or two to kinda sprawl lazily out on. I’d want to have it planted with lots of local trees and shrubs and other such things that I can just kind of minimally manage and otherwise leave to flourish on their own.

I kinda miss stucco and clay, but Hubby really loves their New England brick, and I’ll be honest I’ve grown fond of it too since we moved into our current place. So odds are we’d either do something brick and clay, or something stone and stucco. It’d probably depend a lot on how flamboyantly we built the actual footprint of the house.

If you’ve followed me for a while, you may have seen the floor plans I draw up and post from time to time when I’ve been fantasizing. But even those I try to keep to a somewhat existent (if indulgent) budget. If money was no object at all?? Oh boy.

Well, to start, I’d want a fully stocked restaurant grade kitchen times two. I cook for armies and I actually would like to be able to keep Kosher at some point when I want to. So my dream kitchen would be huge. At least 20’x20’. It’d have three large pantries (5’x5’ min) and a cellar (8’x8’ min) attached to it. One pantry for each set of cookware (meat and dairy), and one pantry for seasonings and dry goods. The cellar would be for keeping vegetables cool and dry, as well as for the drinks cooler and the deep freezer because buying in bulk is both responsible and spoons efficient. Aesthetically, picture the worst, most offending McMansion style kitchen full of black stainless steel appliances (2 of each), a massive kitchen island with a huge double sink and garbage disposal and bar stools to boot, and a giant hanging rack in the middle of the room with all my most used pots and pans. The major difference between my dream kitchen and McMansion hell is that my cabinets would be this gorgeous dark red-black cherry color wood, and my counters would be gorgeous black (either slate or granite) speckled with red, gold, and white bits. I’d prefer a nice cream-to-tan range for the floor tiles, but I’ve become so fond of my little Spanish missionary tiles, that I’d probably try to do another lovely little mosaic all around my stove insets and my backsplash. Kitchens should be warm colors, huge, and HIGHLY functional.

I didn’t used to care about having a dining room, but I admit that it’s existence is growing on me. I’d still rather have a less ostentatious one tho. Just enough for a big dining table (has to seat at least 8, I like to entertain) and a hutch for dishware. It’d be awfully nice to have a little bar cupboard set up in there too, locked of course because there’ll be kids in the house. I’m still in love with our first dining room table and sad as heck that it had to be gotten rid of. Assume that whenever I’m talking about wooden furniture I’m thinking the same lovely dark red stain as those kitchen cabinets by the way. It’s a thing.

The dining room frankly shouldn’t be much more than an extension of the living room space which absolutely should also be huge. A giant, soft, squishy couch, one of those U-shaped fiascos with the chaise lounges at either end and lots of pillows. Woodsey colors. Deep browns and rich reds and greens. A giant hutch with the TV/computer/video game console/DVD/Cable set up all wired in, with room to put away all our movies and games. A giant TV. I’ve become so spoiled. We bought a 46” (I think? Something around that number) a while back and I just can’t fathom the idea of going back to anything smaller. Did you know they’ve got stuff even past 60” these days???? I can’t even imagine. I think maybe we’d stick with a nice, indulgent 55” most likely. Only TV in the house. I’m old-fashioned that way I guess. I really really hate hardwood floors, but carpet is allergen heavy and hard to clean, so I’ll probably lay that gorgeous fake-wood-looking stone tiles throughout the house. Everywhere but the kitchen and bathrooms I think. That way it looks all fancy and “traditional” but I don’t have to deal with caring for wood floors. Stone is so much simpler, lord.

There needs to be a big laundry room. Two washers and two dryers, a specially made doggie shower that won’t make my baby boy cry, and a small people shower for when folks come home muddy and filthy as they often do. Another big island in the middle of the room for folding clothes on and a big stone dirt sink that I can use for hand washing. Lots of lighting, and preferably on the first floor by the entryway. I hate this whole “laundry room in the basement” thing.

I want a guest bedroom downstairs with it’s own bathroom en suite. Something simple and functional, but pretty. I actually really like the layout for the bathrooms in our house now, a sink and toilet on one side of the room, and a bathtub/shower combo next to a roomy linen closet on the other. I think the main difference is I’d just like to scale them up slightly, make the shower/tub area roomier so it can be a proper tiled in set up rather than one of those plastic pre-fabs. And lots of counter space in all the bathrooms there’s just no such thing as too much counter space.

I’d want one more bathroom downstairs too. Just a half bath, something that can be easily accessed by anyone who’s over regardless of living arrangements.

Upstairs, I’d want four more bedrooms with bathroom en suites, all built around a lovely, open room that can be a playroom when kids are little, a study space when they’re in school, a sleepover kingdom when they have company. Just…..a space where the kids can really be out of their rooms and have creative license, you know?

And then. There’s my suite. This place is my master piece. It is……insane and impossible, but if I had all the money in the world I would do it because it would be like a dream. The Master suite has got to be huge. It’s a whole floor to itself. It’s got so many rooms. The entry to it at the stair’s landing is a little sitting room with some comfy lounge chairs, bookshelves, and okay fine the only other TV in the house. It’s a place where others may freely enter my domain without invading or violating my space. Beyond this point, no one is allowed without it either being their room too or without express permission from someone whose room it is. The parts to this suite are: the bedroom, the bathroom, the spa, the closet, and the entertaining space. The bedroom will be simple and pretty normal sized. 11’x11’. Maybe 15’x15’ at the absolutely maximum. A bed, the night stands, a comfy chair in the corner, some lamps. The bathroom will be like all the others in the house. Practical and functional but pretty. I like sea colors in bathrooms, so maybe some turquoise’s and crystal blues. Lots of counter space. A double sink. The closet will be gigantic for a closet. The size of it’s own bedroom. Maybe 10’x10’? It’ll have fully built in and beautiful wooden shelving systems throughout it. All our clothes will be sorted and everyone will have their own section to the room. But the spa. My god the spa is my sanctuary. It is the size of the kitchen. Huge. It’s got a personal steam room, ready to be filled with heat and scented oils and the feeling of my muscles not crunching. It’s also got a gigantic open shower, maybe 6’x6’, tiled in, rain shower heads and soft lights, and a bench I can sit on while I’m washing my hair. There’s a hot tub. Party sized obviously. Built into the floor of the spa with stone tiles and jets and those colored lights and this gorgeous stone and fire feature hanging down from the ceiling above it - low enough to be stunning but high enough not to risk anyone hurting themselves in it. The whole room would have built in surround sound speakers and colored dimmer lights and there would be potted plants and glass tile mosaics all around. I want it to look like one of those beautiful, ancient Spanish-Persian bath houses. Lots of soft greens and rich golds and brilliant purples. And then the entertaining space. Well. That’s something better left described on my other blog. But suffice to say that it should be very roomy and with lots of custom built-ins to facilitate the sort of entertaining that a passel of adults getting together in the late night while the kids are at the sitter’s house would get up to.

There’s gotta be a nice big garage to park everyone’s car in, especially during the winter. The driveway would be one of those neat half circle drives that people can park along, and it’d be made of that fancy solar panel stuff that they can make roads out of so that even in the dead of winter it never ices. Plus that in combination with solar roofing tiles will make sure the whole house (and the electric cars) are powered cleanly. There’ll be a generator and emergency power storage unit to round it all out, make sure we’re not dependent on the city power grid for any of our power needs. Central heating and air conditioning (fucking hell do you need both in this place), a whole house multi-step water filtration system (not a fan of the city water, it tastes like hard metals), giant cat playgrounds built into the walls of the house so the fur children can romp. A big, insulated and winterized doggie house and play run out in the yard for BabyBug and his friends to race in. A nice stone patio with a built in grill and fire feature and seating. Swings and a clubhouse out back for the kids. A nice big patch of clover and wild flower lawn that has those fancy sprinklers embedded all through it so we can turn them on in the summer and have a little water park afternoon in our own backyard. I think that’s pretty much everything I’d ever possibly want. The only other thing is kind of a toss-up whether we’d want it or not, and that’s a guest house. A little vacation-y type place, two small bedrooms, two small bathrooms, a little kitchen and living room. That way when anyone’s parents come down to visit they can be safely stashed away in their own little world and don’t have to be to be interacted with when folks aren’t ready to. It might just be better never to have the in-laws stay over tho.

Anyway. I evidently have extremely expensive taste, but not the kind of expensive taste that rich people find fashionable. It makes it challenging to find pictures that exactly represent what I would want. Which is why I reblog so very many fantastically lavish house pictures I suppose.

Maybe I’ll give another go at trying to put together my own photo sets tho. Or at least another round of floor plans. It’s been a while.

This was a great question Anon! I really enjoyed getting prattle on about this!