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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears laughter and finds Eddie playing dolls with their 2 year old daughter and reader melts at the sight and how much much of a daddy’s girl their daughter is and how great of a father Eddie is and their daughter is a spitting image of Eddie? Also later that night, after Eddie reads their daughter a bedtime story and Eddie and reader kiss their daughter goodnight, reader surprises Eddie with the news they’re having another baby by giving him a present?

MORE?

Pairings: Father!Eddie x Mother!reader

Summary: ^^^^

Warnings: mention of pregnancy?

Note: Y/d/n = Your daughter's name

Eddie love language has always been touch and affection. He'll do anything to hug or kiss you and Y/d/n.

It was the small things that you loved about it. You would always find Eddie and Y/d/n cuddled up on the couch (awake or asleep) when you came home from work, and it brang joy to your heart to see that.

So it didn't surprise you when you woke up to giggles and talking coming from downstairs.

You walked downstairs, yawning as you stretched your limbs.

You turned around the corner and smiled at the sight.

In front of your TV in your lounge room, Eddie and Y/d/n were sat down on the floor together, Y/d/n sat with her legs crossed while Eddie's were sprawled out in front of him with his back towards you, hiding what they were doing.

You strolled closer to them quietly, trying not to distract or stop them from what they were doing.

"No" your daughter said shaking her head

"Well can I borrow that then?" Eddie asked politely, pointing to something

"No"

Y/d/n had quite a few words in her vocabulary, she could speak pretty well for a 2 year old, but she still struggled quite a bit.

But it was no question that her favourite word was "no". Sometimes it was funny, but it was also a pain in the ass when you wanted something done.

When you got the view of what they were doing you grinned.

Eddie was holding a barbie doll that was missing her pants while Y/d/n was holding her new barbie that she got for her birthday not too long ago. And next the them was a box, filled with the rest of her dolls and the little plastic accessories to go with them.

"No? I know how I can change your mind" Eddie laughed under his breath before dropping the doll and picking your daughter up, making her curly brown locks go in her face.

Y/d/n giggled as Eddie then put her in her lap and started tickling her.

You know Eddie was an amazing father, but seeing him get along with her- the younger version of himself so well made your heart melt.

She was such a daddy's girl and you didn't mind it. Eddie needed to have more people who loved him more than anything.

"No- daddy! Stop!" your daughter laughed loudly, kicking her little feet in the air and shaking her head, looking at her father in fear as he attacked her playfully

"Well your gonna have to give me it"

"No!" Your daughter yelled "daddy no!"

"Then I won't stop" Eddie chuckled. Continuing to tickle and play fight your daughter gently, careful not to hurt her.

Your daughter turned her head and saw you standing there, looking at the two of them lovingly.

"Mamma! Help mee!" She yelled out while still laughing.

The sudden mention of you made Eddie turn and look up at you, making him smile brighter at the sight of your tired frame.

"Good morning, Sweetheart" he greeted and stopped tickling your daughter, allowing her to escape his grasp and run to hide from him, behind you.

"Mamma! Hide me!" She giggled

"Wow, helping her, how could you?" Eddie pretended to be upset at you.

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"Time, and time again" Eddie finished the book, slowly closing it and putting it away in her bookshelf.

"No!" Y/d/n whined

"What do you mean no?" You asked her softly

"No end!"

You and Eddie laughed at her refusal

"Goodnight, Y/d/n" you rolled your eyes and kissed her head and standing up from her bed.

"No, don't go, another!" She crossed her arms

"N-"

"I got it, you go on without me, I won't be long" Eddie spoke softly, looking at you with a soft smile, seeing the tired look on your face.

You smiled weakly and got into bed down the hall from your daughter's room. Deciding to finally do it- You sighed and got out the little box from your bedside table. Tapping it gently, waiting for Eddie to come back to your room.

"That girl is a menace" Eddie laughed lightly as he shook his head, walking in the room and shutting the door behind him.

"She's exactly like you" you said "the spitting image"

"Is that a bad thing?" He questioned, walking to the bed and climbing in next to you

"Your the one who called her a menace, I think you've already decided it for yourself" you grinned at him playfully

"Mm, I love you" Eddie hummed and leaned in for a kiss

You kissed him and leaned back, pushing the box towards him.

He looked down at the box confused

"It's not my birthday" he looked up at you with an eyebrow raised

"I know" you said simply

"It's not Christmas" Eddie blinked

"I know"

"Well I don't think it's fathers day?" He tilted his head in a clueless manner

"Its not" you shook your head in amusement

"Then what is it?" Eddie asked

"Just open it" you rolled her eyes and motioned the box to him

He was so excited to her you were pregnant with your daughter when you told him, he was beyond happy- so much so that he begun reading books on parenting the day after you told him. And started planning and preparing as soon as he heard.

So you had doubted he would be upset, but maybe just a bit stressed.

You didn't know if he wanted any more kids, maybe he thought 1 was enough and that the idea of having 2 or even more in the future put him on edge.

Eddie carefully opened the box, opening the lid and taking out what you had carefully put inside. He pulled it out and examined it.

"What's this?" He furrowed his eyebrows

"What do you think it is?" You smiled

"Baby clothes" he shrugged, looking at the neutral colour clothes, like beige and cream

"Yep" you nodded your head

"Darling I don't think this will fit Y/d/n" Eddie stated, lifting the clothes in the air to see how big it is

"I know"

The room fell silent due to Eddie's brain processing things. You could practically see gears shifting in his brain, not understanding what's happening

"What else is in the box?" You asked in anticipation

Eddie placed the clothes down and looked in the box, not bothering to pick it up, he stared at it, a smile growing on his face

"You're pregnant" he said more of a statement

You nodded your head with a half smile on your face

"We're going to have more?!" He whisper shouted, not wanting to cause too much noise and wake up your daughter

"Yeah"

Eddie put the clothes back in the box and put it on his bedside table before turning back to you and pulling you close to his warm body.

"Can't wait" Eddie smiled "I'm great with kids"

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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my hero - request

request: anon: hi could you write a sebastian x female reader fic where she suffers from anxiety and feels bad because of it but he comforts her and tells her there’s nothing wrong with her and how strong she is even though she has this disorder

pairing: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: self-esteem issues, anxiety, toxicity in the fandom, language?

a/n: hey nona! you weren’t super specific on what type of anxiety that you wanted to reader to have, so if this isn’t what you had in mind, lmk and i’ll write you another fic! other than that i hope you like it!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

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You and Seb met at a coffee shop in New York. It was totally cliche and seemed straight out of a storybook. You had somehow managed to spill coffee on that specimen of a man, and he was kind enough to let you pay for his dry cleaning. Your relationship didn’t grow until you ran into him again while you were at a bar with your friends. If he had any say in telling the story of how you met, he spotted you from across the smoky bar and he knew then and there that he had to get to know you. Truthfully, you liked his version, but the real one was just indescribable. It seemed, to you at least, that you were destined to be with this man. Seeing him twice in one week? Come on, that’s possible if you were in the small town you grew up in, but not New York.

You obviously had recognized him as an actor, but really you didn’t care. That’s what drew Sebastian to you in the first place. You treated him as if he was any other guy on the street, he was able to be a normal person around you. Now, two years later, you lounge on the couch of your apartment in LA that you shared with the man you love. He’s still auditioning for any role that catches his eye and you’re supporting him no matter what.

His fans for the most part adored you and your relationship with Sebastian. The fans who didn’t like you were your only issue with this whole affair, but they had nothing to do with Sebastian other than flood his socials with nasty messages about you. You weren’t perfect, that you knew all too well, and you tried to let the comments roll off your shoulders. Most of the time you were successful in your efforts, but other times they clung to your skin like an unwanted disease.

Sebastian was currently promoting his new project Endings, Beginnings. You were so unbelievably proud of Seb, he was doing something that made him happy. In this particular film, he was acting alongside Shailene Woodley, who was just amazing. Seb always came home gushing about the new inside jokes that they had come up with. One of your favorite things that Seb did with you was run lines. You liked having the inside scoop on his new works, but this one was harder for you. It had quite a few sex scenes between Seb’s character Frank and Shailene’s Daphne.

Not that it bothered you. Nope. Didn’t bother you. At all.

...mmm, okay maybe it bugged you a little. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Sebastian, it was… well you couldn’t really describe what it was. Whatever the case may be, it was putting you deeper and deeper into a funk, one that you were having a hard time coming out of. And Seb’s fans who weren’t in your corner, weren’t really helping you any.

A few nights ago, Seb surprised you with a casual night out in LA. He texted you before he got home and told you that he was going to be taking you out. Did he give you a dress code for the evening? No, he did not (wonderful, thanks so much Seb). You decided to dress in a half business casual, half rail me when we get home outfit. You ended up wearing an adorable bustier top that was embroidered with pretty blue and pink flowers, a pair of destroyed jeans covered your legs. You finished it off with a pair of nude heels, when you looked in the mirror, you thought you looked hot as fuck. It was around seven when Seb picked you up, mouth hanging open, in awe of your outfit.

“Oh my god. You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He opened the passenger door of his car after he hugged you, giving you a small peck on the lips. Sebastian drove you to a restaurant a block off of Thai Town called Home Restaurant.

“Babe, this place is so cute!” You squeezed Sebastian’s upper arm, jumping up and down beside him. “How’d you find this place?” Sebastian shook his head, smiling at you.

“I asked Shai, actually.” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, and your heart sank a little. Why did it do that? “She said that the paps hardly ever come around here.” He leaned down pressing a kiss to your temple. “I thought that draga mea deserved a quiet night out on the town.” His voice rasped as he spoke in his native tongue, making a shiver race down your spine.

“Well, tell her I said thank you.” You offered him a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing circles on the exposed skin above your jeans. He spoke with the hostess as your mind drifted away. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he guided you to your table. Sebastian sat across from you, staring deeply into your eyes. You brought your hand up to rest your chin on it, staring back at him. “How’s everything been going?” You were genuinely interested in the answer and it made your heart warm watching his face light up.

“It’s been going really well. Everyone we worked with was real nice, it made all the scenes more comfortable.” Seb’s eyebrows rose at the mention of the scenes and you knew which ones he was referring to.

“Oh, right.” You tried not to let your emotions show.

“Yeah, we’re about to start teasing some of them to promote the show.” Seb sighed at the thought of having to use social media, you shook your head at him.

“I’ll help you with it, you dork.” You laughed to hide your discomfort. “Which scene did they approve for the posts?” Sebastian began to speak when he was interrupted by your waitress. After the two of you ordered your food, the waitress returned with your drinks. Sebastian took a large gulp of his before answering your previous question.

“They want me to post the trailer and then the scene between Frank and Daphne at the bar.” You tried to think back to the script, remembering the context. Frank and Daphne were meeting after Daphne had gone out on a date with Jack. Daphne was claiming that she didn’t want to be a wedge in their friendship, then proceeded to make out with Frank. If you were recalling correctly, Frank and Daphne’s first sex scene followed soon after.

“Okay, we can do that. Do you have any behind the scene pictures you wanna post too?” Seb got out his phone, scrolling through his camera roll to see. He had several different photos of him with Jamie and then him with Shailene. He showed you his phone on a picture of Shailene leaned against him on a couch, her arm over his waist. A red filter colored the photo, you had to hand it to him, it was a good one to use. “We can post it whenever we get home, love.” Sebastian locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket, to focus solely on you.

“How has your day been, draga mea?” You bit your lip as you thought about what you’ve been doing. You’ve been working towards your Master’s, so your days have been filled with preparing for your dissertation. On top of that, you’ve become a bit of an influencer on different social media platforms. Really, you believe your popularity came from your relationship with Sebastian. You’ve been giving his fans the content that they’ve always wanted. Not only that, but you’re active with them.

“My day was good today. I had to edit a few papers from my other classmates but other than that I didn’t do much. I did make a few TikTok videos, but really today was a bit of a lounge day for me.” Seb smiled at you, proud of how hard you’ve been working.

“I should be getting a few days off soon, so we can relax together in the apartment, if you aren’t too busy with your classes.” He stretched his arm across the table, palm up waiting for your hand. Seb pulled your hand up to his mouth, placing a sloppy kiss onto the back of it. His eyes settled on you lovingly. To Sebastian, you were the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

The two of you managed to finish your meal in peace. No fans came up to Sebastian asking for photos, no paparazzi swarms when you left, just a quiet meal for a normal couple in love. After you got home and you were snuggled in your pajamas alongside Sebastian in your comfortable bed, he handed you his phone to read over his post for his Instagram. The paragraph was sappy, about his time working with Drake, the director, and working with the rest of the cast. Seb always was a softy, never was able to hide it, especially in promo posts.

“It looks good to me. Are you going to post it now? Or wait until tomorrow morning?” Seb debated, he probably should wait and do it tomorrow, but he was most likely going to forget to do it. He clicked post, putting his phone on charge and snuggling into you.

“Thank you for always being there for me, Y/N.” He kissed your jawline, nuzzling his face into your neck. “It really means a lot to me, baby. I love you so much.” He wrapped both hands around your waist, pulling you to his front. You smiled wide, momentarily forgetting all of your troubles.

“I love you too, Seb.” You turned your head slightly, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Now let’s get some sleep, love.” Little did you know that a single post could ruin all of the progress that you thought you had made.

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You woke the next morning, alone in bed. You could hear pots clanging in the kitchen of your home, bringing a smile to your face. Before you left the safety of your bed, you checked your socials out of habit. You opened Instagram first, seeing an absurd amount of notifications this early in the morning. Your smile dropped as soon as you opened the first post. Comments on Sebastian’s post about Endings, Beginnings and his chemistry with Shailene weren’t entirely out of the ordinary. They were to be expected, they were playing parts in a love triangle. People were ‘shipping’ Shailene with Seb and Jamie, so that wasn’t too crazy.

What hurt you were the comments saying, “living for shailene and sebastian! she’s a much better match for him than y/n.”

“never thought that y/n girl was going to last, glad he’s going w shailene”

“shailene and seb supremacy”

“yes! i’ve always supported seb in everything he’s done, but i rlly questioned him when he got w that y/n girl. what was he thinking?!”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you continued scrolling. You never thought you and Sebastian never fit. You knew that people had issues with your relationship, but you never let it get in your head this bad. You checked your explore page, pictures of you and Sebastian from last night were riddling the page.

Your heart dropped.

There were pictures of the two of you from last night with parts of your body circled. The exposed skin above your waistband, the excess skin on your neck and arms. You don’t know where they got these pictures, but your stomach was steadily sinking with each picture you saw. The door of your room opened, revealing a smiley Sebastian with a plate full of eggs in one hand and a cup of orange juice in the other.

“Good morning, baby.” You quickly shoved your phone away from you, wiping your tears away from your eyes to meet his. His brows furrowed immediately. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You snuffled quietly, before answering.

“Uh, nothing. I’m just so proud of you.” You smiled at him, not wanting to bring down his already happy mood with your problems. Was that entirely healthy? Probably not, but you were doing it anyway, consequences be damned.

“Oh, well you don’t have to cry for me, Y/N. Even if you’re proud.” He walked up to your side of the bed, placing the cup and plate on your nightstand. He brought his hand up to your cheeks, wiping away your tear streaks. “You know that I only like to see tears whenever it’s me causing you so much pleasure you beg me to stop.” He winked at you, smirking at your rising blush. To say that didn’t lift your spirits for about half a second would be a lie. Sebastian brought the plate to your lap, waiting for you to start eating. At this particular moment, after seeing all those horrible pictures of your body, your appetite had gone out the window, but he was so smiley.

“After you eat, I want ya to shower.” Sebastian’s hand came up to your jaw, cupping it as you used it to chew the eggs. “We’ve got a long day of lounging and enjoying each other's company ahead of us.” Sebastian stood from the bed, throwing a wink at you as he left the room dramatically. You stopped eating soon after he left, the food tasting like ash on your tongue. At some point, you got into the bathroom, staring at the reflection in the mirror.

Your phone was in your hand again. The pictures flooding your Twitter feed. Shaky breaths left your mouth as you watched your reflection tilt its head. Tears began gathering in your eyes as it felt like you weren’t in your own skin anymore. You had worked so hard to be comfortable in your own body.

It’s amazing how just one picture can ruin everything.

You leaned forward on the countertop, hands holding up your weight. You shifted towards the mirror, examining every miniscule detail that your eyes could see. Your lids came down quickly, tears dragging down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes closed, shaking your head back and forth.

“You are not going to let this get to you.” You took a few deep breaths as you turned on the shower. Not wanting to be around the mirror anymore, you kept your bath short, talking to yourself the whole time. By the time you left the bathroom, it was steamed completely, you couldn’t see your reflection even if you wanted to.

“He loves you.” You had a mantra and you continued to repeat it as you walked into your shared closet. “He loves all of you.” You pulled one of his old t-shirts off a hanger. “Sebastian loves you.” A pair of your underwear and his loose boxers covered your lower half. “Sebastian loves all of you.” You shoved your feet into a pair of fuzzy pink socks, leaving the closet still muttering to yourself. You tucked your phone into your waistband after checking your socials again. You know you shouldn’t have, but there was some part of you that just wouldn’t let you not.

The same shit covered your For You page on TikTok. Videos from the trailer of Seb and Shailene and then videos of you and Seb, comparing the two relationships. “They do fit well together.” You thought to yourself. A part of you wondering why Seb was with you in the first place.

“Did you say something, love?” Sebastian looked at you from the couch. A blanket was strewn over his lower half, his upper body inviting, waiting for you to join him. His smile dropped when he took in your glassy eyes instead of your usual happy expression.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” He started towards you, eyes running over your body for any outward injuries. An understanding look crossed his face when he saw your phone clutched in your hand. “Y/N, talk to me, baby.” Sebastian’s hands rested on your shoulders, lightly caressing your biceps. You recoiled from his touch, feeling uncomfortable in your own body.

“Just some stuff that some fans posted.” Seb’s thumb traced just under your eye, wiping away the tears. He held his right hand out for your phone, to understand what you were talking about. His brows furrowed deeply as he scrolled, not fully processing how destructive his fans could be. Sebastian always believed that they were the best fucking people in the world. He knew that they could be mean, but this was something else.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about, Y/N.” Sebastian’s voice was firm. It was almost strong enough to cut through the fog invading your brain, but not quite. You had officially zoned out. Dead to the world. Lost in your own thoughts. No matter how destructive those thoughts may be.

Sebastian noticed that you were already too deep, having experienced this with you many times before. He was aware that you were self-conscious, insecure, however you want to describe it. Your anxiety always got worse when you were stressed. Prepping for your dissertation was definitely a stressful time. Add on top of that, Sebastian was constantly pulling you from your work for various reasons. Had he contributed to this? Scratch that thought, he didn’t have time for that. He needed to bring you back down to Earth, back to him.

“Y/N.” His hands hovered over your hips. “I’m going to touch you for a second.” He directed you to the couch, settling on the coffee table in front of you. His fingers lightly traced circles onto your knees, as he assessed how he should approach this.

“Y/N. Baby?” Sebastian hesitated before bringing his fingers up to your chin, not wanting you to react badly. “I’m right here, Y/N, it’s Sebastian.” His left hand hadn’t left your knee, continuing to trace small patterns into your skin, giving you something to ground yourself with. He watched you blink and swallow harshly, inhaling sharply before opening your mouth.

“Why are you with me?” Your chin trembled with unvoiced sobs. “You deserve the world, Seb. I’m not even--” Your sentence was cut off by a loud whimper causing tears to start streak down. Sebastian wasn’t sure if this was a situation where you wanted him to be involved, so he waited for a sign.

“I’m not even worth a glance from you.” Your hand came up to wipe at your runny nose. “They’re so right. You need to be with someone like Shailene.” A bitter sob racked your body, making your body fold in half. Sebastian caught you before you hurt yourself.

“Y/N. I love you.” He always heard you say that to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. He knew that you suffered from anxiety, so he was always watching. Always paying attention to your little cues. The little things that he could use to help you as much as he could. “I love all of you.” He held one of your hands, running his thumb over the back of it.

“I don’t care what they say, baby.” He lifted your face to his, steel blue eyes locking with your cloudy pair. “I picked you.” He pecked your right cheek. “I want you.” A peck to your left. “I want only you.” One to your forehead. “It’s always been you, Y/N.” Another on your chin. “I love all of you, Y/N.” Sebastian landed a final short kiss to your lips, lingering for only a second.

“I want you to understand something, Y/N.” His gaze never left you. “I’m not going anywhere.” His brows raised as he hardened his voice. “I’m especially not going anywhere at the behest of my fans. I love them to death, but they don’t get to decide who I love.” Sebastian shifted to sit next to you on the couch. “Is it okay if I put my arms around you?” All he got was a brief nod in return, which was expected.

“I’m yours, Y/N. As much as you’re mine.” His arms descended around you, wrapping you in a loving embrace. You turned to face him fully, bringing your own arms around his waist, shoving your head into his neck.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with all my shit, Seb.” Sebastian almost missed your comment because you spoke into his shoulder and through loud snuffles. He backed away to look you in the face.

“I signed up for this, Y/N. I’m here for whatever we go through.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “We go through ‘your shit’ together, Y/N. This is a partnership, a two-way street.” He looked at the weak smile on your face, heart warming slightly at the sight. His face turned serious, casting a glance at your phone on the coffee table.

“How long have you been sitting on this?” He knew how quickly your mind could twist things, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. You bit your lip, not meeting his eyes anymore.

“Just since this morning.” He held you away from his body, watching your expression.

“Is this why you were crying earlier?” You gave him a meek nod in response. “Baby, I thought we talked about this. We have to talk to each other when we think we’re going to go into a funk.” The two of you had talked about it before, but you didn’t think this was going to be a funk.

“I should’ve been able to just shake this off because I know you love me and you won’t leave me because of something that some people on the Internet say.” The words left your mouth before you could process everything, your mind quick to defend itself.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t always have to be able to shake something off. We just have to keep each other in the loop.” Sebastian looked over your tear-stained face, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. “Let’s ditch the phones today. Just spend the day in each other’s arms, how’s that sound?” You smiled softly, nodding at the man in front of you. He got up quickly hiding both of your phones in the kitchen somewhere.

This definitely wasn’t a solution to dealing with your anxiety, Sebastian knew that. It also wasn’t dealing with the toxic people on the Internet, but you didn’t need that right now. You needed to be immersed in an environment that accepted what you were going through without judgement, Sebastian could provide that. Seb hummed happily when you snuggled into his side under the covers on your couch while he searched for a movie. He kissed the top of your head and he felt you smile against his stomach.

“I’m proud of you, draga mea.” You turned to face him, a confused expression lacing your features.

“For what, Seb?” He stroked your face with a single finger, mapping out your features.

“I’m proud of how you handle yourself. I’m amazed at how strong you are, even when you think you’re not.” He leaned closer to you, whispering his next words. “You’re my hero.” One corner of your mouth twitched upwards, not wanting to accept it. You rolled your eyes playfully, settling back onto his stomach before speaking.

“I love you, Sebastian.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

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heyitsmerose · 3 years

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Ateez Reaction to their s/o having pmdd (Hyung Line)

PMDD - (Premenstrual dysphoric disorder) Is a menstrual disorder that many women have that causes extremely painful period cramps, nauseousness, sever mood swings and is overall quite frustrating to deal with. I am writing this imagine from my experience of pmdd, however remember everyone’s body is different, and in no way do I want to generalise any illness. Okay thank you, happy reading! :)

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Mature Language*

Smut content

Hongjoong:

It was Friday night, and that meant movie night for you and Hongjoong. It was something you suggested, and although Hongjoong refused initially, you know how much he secretly loves it. Probably more than you in fact. This week, it was your turn to pick a movie, and you had picked a simple rom-com, one that you’ve watched hundreds of times and one that both you and Hongjoong absolutely loved. You sat on either side of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in the middle.

About halfway through the movie, you noticed Hongjoong staring at you, you looked back up at him and shrugged, asking him what was wrong only for him to sigh and shake his hand. You were confused to say the least, however when you looked back up the movie, you realised why he was acting the way he was. You saw the lead actors cuddling up together on the couch, it was one of your favourite scenes, as the characters finally realised their love for eachother. In your case however, you realised Hongjoong wanted to cuddle you too, but was too shy to admit it. You sneakily took that as a sign, and scooted closer to him. The second he saw you scooting closer, a wide smile erupted on his face, and he took you in his arms. It was small moments like this that made you realise how much you loved him. You scooted closer to him and buried you head in his chest, while he rested his chin on your head. He wrapped both his arms around your waist and nuzzled your neck.

“I love you so much” He whispered

“I love you more” You whispered back taking his knuckles and kissing them

Another 20 minutes later, you started to find the position you were in a little uncomfortable. You were on your period anyways and your chest was starting to feel really sore. You tried moving Hongjoong’s arms away from you subtly, but he noticed and looked at you. You just smiled and shook your head while watching the movie again. A few minutes later, your chest started feeling really sore, and you decided to just massage it to relieve the pain. This didn’t go unnoticed by Hongjoong however.

“Um babe, what are you doing?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Nothing sorry, my chest feels a little sore” you croaked out, already feeling the strain in your back too.

“Ahh, you’re on your period, it’s the 17th” He realised all of a sudden

“Wait you- how did you know?”

“I just remember” He shrugged a blush growing on his cheeks

“Anyways, do you want me to help?” He asked sincerely

“Sure” You responded chuckling, thinking he was joking. Instead he just moved your hand aside and slid his hands under your thin white top.

“Wait, you’re being serious” You asked genuinely surprised. You hadn’t done anything intimate yet, despite making out a few times, this was definitely a first.

“Yeah” He said nonchalantly, unhooking your bra. He let your bra fall to your stomach, before taking it out and throwing it to the side. He then put his hands back under your shirt, not touching you yet.

“May I?” He asked lovingly, looking you straight in the eyes. You nodded, and his hands gently made contact with your stomach. You immediately got chills and he kissed the back of your neck, giggling.

He then proceeded to slowly glide his hands up, cupping both breasts in his hands. Instantly, you sighed in relief and comfort. He started kneading them slightly, skilfully using his fingers to ease the tension. He kissed the nape of your neck and squeezed you breasts tighter. You gasped and sighed, feeling like you were in heaven. He then trailed his hands further up towards your shoulders and back using his fingers to put pressure on certain points and relieve the tension. You sighed in response, assuring him that you felt better. He trailed his fingers back to the front, and took his hands out of your tshirt. You turned around in his lap, and kissed him on the jaw.

“Thank you” You said sincerely looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Any time babe” he responded kissing your nose.

This became a regular occurrence, and he often gave you massages during that time of the month.

Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa rarely got time together due to his busy schedule, however after a lot of begging the KQ staff, all the boys had gotten the weekend and a few days off. You and Seonghwa particularly were overjoyed, and he quickly booked a weekend getaway for the both of you. It had been so long since you last got to spend time together like that, so you were excited to say the least.

Once you both arrived at the location, you were thrilled to see mountains and a river just from your balcony. You couldn’t have asked for more. You wanted to simply lounge around in your hotel room all day, since it was the first day of your period. Knowing you had pmdd, you knew the best option would to be to stay at the room for just a night, and to just let it pass. You changed into some black thin leggings and one of Seonghwa’s hoodies and made yourself comfortable on the big bed and fell asleep. A few hours later you were awoken by Seonghwa’s honey like voice.

“Baby, it’s time to get up, I’ve made a reservation for the both of us at a restaurant nearby.”

Not wanting to disappoint him, and feeling very grateful, you changed into a simple above the knee, bodycon dress and did your makeup quickly. The second you stepped out, a bright red blush spread across Seonghwa’s face, only for him to come closer and lovingly kiss your on your temple.

“I love you” He whispered

“Me too” you whispered back into his chest

While walking down to the restaurant, you kept pausing while walking due to dizziness. This was common during your cycle. Due to heavy bleeding, you often felt dizzy, however you tried hiding it so Seonghwa would not get worried. After a while however, he realised how you kept falling behind, and he decided to ask you what was wrong. As he approached you though, you swayed forwards and fell into him.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” He asked, putting his hand around your waist to hold you up. You tried looking back up to him, but your eyes kept drooping and your legs felt wobbly.

“No, it’s just, I’m on my period, and I feel a little dizzy, nothing too much though” Seonghwa tilted your chin up to look at your face and without a word, bent down with his back facing you.

“Hop on” He said. You were too dazed to respond, and simply obliged. He turned in the opposite direction and began walking home.

“No, no, no wait where are we going, the restaurant is the other way” You told him as sternly as you could.

“Hun, did you expect me to take us to the restaurant, when you’re obviously in pain? Besides you’re more important, so please don’t ever hide stuff like this. I know how bad your periods can get.” He said softly, only for you to hear.

“But the reservation-”

Nevermind that, I love you, okay, and you come first, besides I packed some ramen too, and I’m kind of in the mood for that.” He said and you chuckled at him.

The rest of the way you both sang songs while walking home, and once you did reach home, he babied you to no end.

Yunho:

You and Yunho were out with the rest of Ateez for lunch just to enjoy yourselves and take a break from their busy schedules. You were all out at this new cafe/restaurant, and it was not too far from the dorms. Your period wasn’t going to come for another 3-4 days at least, but the cramps had started and you tried your best to power through it. You didn’t want to bother Yunho, and so you agreed to lunch with a smile on your face. Anyways, going out with everyone could technically distract you from the pain so why not.

You both had arrived last, and the rest of Ateez and their significant others were already there. Everyone welcomed the both of you, and after you said your greetings, you both sat down. Being the talkative outgoing person Yunho was, he was having fun while laughing loudly and talking to his friends. You adored this side of him. He was acting like such a child and you were reminded of why you fell in love with him. Everyone decided to play a game of truth or dare, and you simply agreed.

At this point however, your cramps had begun to set in, and every once in a while you let out a pained whine or sigh. You played for a few rounds, but nothing too serious happened. Except for you having to scarf down an entire lemon, and Wooyoung and San having to kiss eachother on the cheek. After a few rounds, everyone decided it was time to order. While going through the menu however, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your abdomen, and you banged your head down on the table. The rest of the members were talking loudly so they didn’t seem to notice. Yunho however, did. In fact, the second he heard the clanking of the forks and spoons, on the table after you head had hit it, he went into panic mode.

“Y/N?!” He whisper yelled.

“yeah” you groaned out

“What’s wrong are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just I have really bad period cramps and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to bear them.” You sighed out, your voice cracking at the end.

“Hey, you should have told me before we left, you’re more important than this lunch meet up, we can always reschedule”

“I know, I just don’t know what to do now, I’m sorry for ruining lunch” You said, your head still against the table.

“It’s alright sweetheart, we can leave” He said. He gave you the cap he was wearing to cover your face, and proceeded to fake a call.

“Hello? OH MY GOODNESS, NO WAY!” he yelled into the phone.

Everyone looked at him weirdly, while you simply chuckled at is funny antics.

“Okay everyone, my pet parrot just gave birth, we gotta go! bye everyone!” He yelled as he pulled your hand and left the cafe. You heard a few laughs and giggles from the rest of the members and a “he doesn’t even have a pet parrot”, while the both of you just giggled and walked home.

Upon reaching home, he got you a heating pad and offered to give you a nice massage to ease the pain. It was safe to say, all pain was soon forgotten.

Yeosang:

You and Yeosang were quite the couple. Yeosang, despite being known to dislike skin ship, loved initiating it with you. Quite ironically, he was always the clingier one, in need of affection. You didn’t mind thought, obviously. It was a normal night, and you were both cuddling. One of his arms around your waist and the other in your hair, playing with it, with your head in his chest, inhaling his musky scent. It was not abnormal to cuddle for hours as it was a way for the both of you to take a break and spend some time together, in a relaxing way. Noticing it getting quite late, the both of you decided to sleep and so he picked you up, with your legs around his waist and tucked you to bed. He soon crawled under the blanket too, and put his arm under your head. You snuggled into his neck and kissed it lightly before falling asleep.

About a few hours later, it was around 2 or 3 in the morning and you felt slightly nauseous. You were on your period anyways, so this wasn’t anything new. Slightly groaning in your sleep, you tried to ignore it to no avail. Soon, the pain and nausea got so unbearable you couldn't help but cry. You didn’t want to wake Yeosang up, so you just silently cried into his shirt, while whimpering softly. You soon felt his hand trail up under your shirt and rub circles on your skin.

“Baby, I can hear you, is everything alright? Why are you crying” He said huskily. Swearing at yourself for waking him up, you tried turning to the other side to avoid him, only for him to sit up and take you in his lap.

“Y/N please tell me what’s wrong, I want to try to help you, please” He said softly into your hair.

“I don’t know, I feel nauseous and my stomach hurts, it’s probably just my period cramps” You said sighing. The second you did however, you felt bile rise up in your throat so you ran to the washroom. You threw up whatever you had into the toilet, and painfully clutched your stomach.

At this point, Yeosang was also wide awake and was up and by your side as instantly. Tears were flowing out your eyes due to the frustration and pain.

“I’m sorry Yeo, I just I don’t know why this is happening to me” you sighed, frustratedly. You clutched your stomach again and let more out, while he held back your hair and pat your back. He gently kissed your temple, and decided to get meds for you.

“Don’t apologise hun” he said while walking back to you. He wiped your lips and helped you brush your teeth, after which you took the meds. Despite feeling a little better now, you still sat on the ground in the washroom, feeling guilty.

“Hey Y/N, are you still feeling nauseous?” Yeosang asked carefully, crouching down to take your chin in his hands.

“No, it’s just I can’t help but feel guilty for waking you up late in the night, every month, I must seem so burdensome. You cried, looking at him with watery eyes.

“You have no reason to feel like that hun, I love you and I’ll be there for you no matter what” He said, wiping your tears with both his thumbs and holding you close.

He held you close for the rest of the night, humming you songs and rubbing your stomach.

#ateez x reader #hongjoong #seongwha #yunho #yeosang #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #san #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #ateez sad #ateez whump #ateez angst #ateez danger #ateez ff #ateez fanfiction

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op-peccatori · 4 years

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to know him (is to love him) | MLQC Victor (M)

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Reader

Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW

Word Count: 2900

Summary: It was something that had only come up in the occasional daydream, a delicious reversal of your roles. You couldn’t have ever imagined that it was something he’d been thinking of too.

A/N: NO, I don’t know where this came from either. it came to me in a seductive whisper at 3 AM I feel the need to let you know this isn’t something I’ve tried personally and it’s really more of an exercise in writing so, if you read it, hope you enjoy. and maybe laugh a little.

I need to stop exposing myself like this. (warnings/tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, language, soft dom!MC, anal (male receiving), pegging, oral sex, slightly ooc Victor? idk I think the guy would loosen up with something else up his ass, i’ll...edit this later

With a slight tilt of your head, you observe the still figure on the bed.

Silken strands of ebony hang over eyes that stare back at you intensely, belying the relaxed state of his body. Victor lounges on his stomach, the same position you’d left him in while you went to finish your report; you saunter over to the foot of the bed, admiring the muscular legs spread in a v-position.

Your attention is immediately recaptured by the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the beautiful jewel nestled between thick asscheeks littered with marks–some lipstick stains, some sucked lovingly into his skin. The deep blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears down to his chest is adorable, the way his hips press into the bed at your reappearance incredibly tempting.

“Look at you,” you murmur appreciatively, pulling your hair back in a tight ponytail. You have vivid memories of the first time you had ventured into the backdoor territory, your tongue circling his puckered hole; the memory of the way Victor’s strong thighs had trembled and his fingers had tightened in your hair never fails to make your mouth water. “You doing alright, babe?”

You climb onto the bed, sitting on folded knees between his spread legs, your fingers working their way up his legs with a gentle massage.

“Mm, I’m fine,” he mumbles, his words casual but his tone containing the slightest hitch as your hands come to rest on his ass, squeezing the supple flesh gently. He grinds down into the mattress, desperate for the friction. “Are you done with your report?”

“Yes, all done. We can finally focus on you,” you coo, running a finger over the jewelled head before patting his thigh. “I’m going to need you on your back, you think you could do that for me?”

“Yeah, give me a sec.” Victor moves carefully, shifting his weight to his elbows and knees as he turns onto his back, keeping his knees folded and feet flat on the bed; he leaves enough space between his legs for you to crawl forward, rubbing his inner thighs soothingly, your eyes focusing on his stuff member before drifting up his body.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” he hesitates, studying your fond little smile as you continue to watch him. He scoffs lightly. “Are you going to sit there all night?”

“If you want me to,” you tease lightly, and he glares before curling a hand around yours, tugging you forward until you manoeuvre your limbs around his and straddle his stomach, keeping your weight on your knees. Victor looks gorgeous like this, sprawled on his back with the soft dim lighting in the room and the moonlight painting his pale skin, his hair adorably tousled.

“You look beautiful, baby,” you whisper as his questing fingers slip beneath the hem of your short silk robe, brushing over soft skin to cup a breast, rolling a nipple between nimble fingers. He doesn’t say a word but the slight curl of his lips says it all.

You can’t help the way you smile in response to his, eyes half-lidded as you lean in, brushing your lips against his, light as the first fragile snowflake to reach the ground.

His lips part and you dive in, mouth settling firmly over his as your tongue slips in to brush against his. Your fingers brush his bangs away from his face and his fingers dig into your breast. He moans when your lips close around his tongue, sucking lightly, his hips bucking involuntarily beneath you.

You pull away panting, watching his face twist with disapproval, full brows knitting together. His legs straighten out a bit and he tries to push you back, and you don’t have to look back to know how strained and flushed his erection is, the needy demand in his eyes and touch tipping you off.

“Y/n,” he mutters, eyelashes fluttering as your lips trace a hot path along his neck, his head tilting to the side automatically. “Y/n...”

“Yes?” You pull back to look at him questioningly, as if you don’t know what he needs, what he’s been waiting for all day.

He scowls you at you. You squint at him as if not understanding what he’s trying to say. “Fuck, y/n, I’m going to–“

“Tell me what you want,” you murmur pleasantly, cutting him off as you lean in, the tips of your noses nearly brushing. His bottom lip quivers, you feel his warm breath on your lips, but no words come out and you decide to help him out. “Do you want me to suck your cock? Is that it, baby?”

Victor, glare wavering just the slightest bit, gives a small nod and you smile faintly–before your fingers come up to rest on his throat. He freezes, mostly in surprise, but you don’t increase the pressure, just digging in your nails lightly.

“Say it.” The words are clipped, contrasting with your benign expression. His throat bobs under your touch as he swallows. You can almost see him weigh his options, the way he considers just flipping you over and fucking you senseless; but you’ve talked about this, and he knows you won’t mind but neither of you likes derailing from the agenda.

“I need you–I need your mouth, your hands, anything. Please suck my dick.” He would never beg, but you’re nonetheless quite delighted with the beseeching note in his voice.

“Anything for you,” you croon, planting a quick kiss on his cheek as he huffs before shuffling back and onto his thighs, reaching for his neglected cock. It brushes your thigh as you move, and it’s surprisingly difficult to steer yourself away from the thought of just-

Okay. No. Bad y/n.

You start with slow pumps, ducking your head to bring your mouth to it, giving soft kitten licks around the tip, the slightly salty taste of his wetness a familiar one. His breathing stutters as his hands grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread, keeping himself still as you work him diligently.

It’s nice that he’s being so obedient, but would that remain so in the face of obstacles? You should test him, right? Victor loves his tests, after all.

You take in as much of his length into your mouth as you can, continuing the motions of your hand as your tongue undulates along it. You take in his soft groan before letting him slip out of your mouth. And then, just as he raises his head to look at you, a protest on the tip of his tongue, you dip the tip of your tongue into the wet slit at the head of his cock–just the slightest bit, and thrilled shivers erupt all over your skin as he slams his head back into the pillow, a helplessly loud groan almost resembling a growl erupting from his mouth.

How lovely.

“Fuck, y/n, please–“

At that, you take him in your mouth once more, working it in tandem with your hand as you increase your pace with one goal in mind. Just when you know he’s close, his thighs tensing and his hips beginning to snap into your mouth, your fingers sneak down to fondle his balls carefully.

Victor comes with a loud curse, a helpless groan of your name; warm, thick liquid fills your mouth and you swallow as much as you can, allowing the rest to dribble down your chin and over your fingers and his skin. You swallow forcefully as you lock eyes with him, savouring the flash of desire in his eyes.

Victor’s breathing evens out slowly as you clean him up, his limbs relaxed and unmoving, and you start to wonder if he’s dozed off until you look up and catch him watching you.

Going by the look on his face alone, sleeping seems to be the last thing on his mind.

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” You reach for his hand, bringing it up to brush your lips over his knuckles, relishing in his slightly flustered expression.

You have to wonder why Victor’s so surprised. You did, after all, learn from the best.

He takes a moment to think about it, eyes darting to the harness resting harmlessly on a chair in the corner of the room. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Not too tired?”

“No.”

You study him for another moment before nodding. “I’ll get us ready, then. Safe word?”

“Dummy.”

You share a smile at that, chuckling softly as you climb off the bed and reach for the strappy gear. Silently thanking YouTube as you clip it on, feeling like you’re about to raid a tomb, you reach for the chosen dildo and pivot, only to freeze in place.

Victor seems to have taken it upon himself to get into one of the positions you’d researched, staying on his back and pulling his knees up until they’re closer to his chest, and the visual goes straight to your groin; you swear that you feel your cunt tremble from this sight alone, of this powerful man spread on his back for you, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s saying something.

“Y/n?” he repeats, looking annoyed when you jump and look at him, before it shifts into something more self-conscious. “I think this should work.”

“Y-yeah...” You amble back over to the bed in a slight daze, grabbing the lube off the side table, sliding onto the bed deftly. Your mouth trembles and dries up: Victor, with his knees up, plugged for nearly an hour now, ready for you to fuck him.

“...Is everything okay?” he peers at you curiously, flushing slightly when you run your fingers over the backs of his thighs. His, now mostly flaccid, cock rests on his stomach, and you decide it to leave it alone for now.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky,” you admit easily, a sly smile forming on your lips when he scoffs, but the pleased tilt of his mouth gives him away. “Did I mention you’re gorgeous?”

“Yes, you did.” He averts his eyes but you don’t miss his slight smirk, prompting your own as you reach for the plug. His expression falters as you twist it in place, a soft sound leaving his throat.

“I’m gonna pull this out now, okay?”

“Mm.” He shifts as you pull the toy out, pouring the cool lube over your fingers; you circle the flexing hole, eyes darting between your hand and his face. A long finger slides in, followed by a second, and his eyelids flutter as you slide them in and out, marvelling at the way his walls clamp down on them.

“Feels okay?”

“Yeah,” his mouth parts silently as you angle your wrist, brushing over where you’ve, in the past few weeks, come to know his prostate is. “Ah-feels good.” You’re glad his eyes are closed; he misses your pleased grin.

“Y/n,” he opens his eyes, waiting until you look away from the lovely sight of your fingers entering him and meet them, giving you a firm nod. “I’m ready.”

You can’t help but remember saying those exact words to him, more than a year ago, the night you had sex with him for the first time. The way he grins lets you know he’s remembering the same thing, and you shake your head lightly as you pull your fingers out.

Well, then, you should aim to be just as good as he was. A lofty goal, but you’ve been in a relationship with arguably the most enterprising man in the city for over a year–and you’re no stranger to ambition.

Once you’re sure the dildo is dripping with enough lube, you shuffle forward, guiding the tip to his entrance. You’re oddly nervous, even though you’ve spent weeks prepping for this, but Victor’s gaze is clear of any worry; his eyes, luminous and fervent, meet yours steadily. You reach for his hand, the one resting beside him, and lace your fingers through his tightly.

You push the head of the toy through, a part of you wishing you could actually feel it, and stop there.

“Keep going.”

“Victor-“

“Keep going, y/n,” he gasps, “please.”

You start moving at once, at his breathless demand, much to your chagrin–old habits do die hard. He groans deeply, chest heaving, hand squeezing yours. You still once you bottom out, your breath stuck in your chest as you watch him squirm, his jaw clenching as he adjusts.

“Okay?” you whisper, your walls squeezing almost despondently around nothing as you watch his cock get stiffer, as he opens eyes glazed over with arousal.

“Yeah,” Victor pushes his hips up lightly, “I’m good. Are you?”

You try not to laugh, because he’s so sweet even when he’s the one with a five-inch dildo up his ass. “Perfect.”

“Then move,” he commands, and you bite back a yes sir as you slide out halfway, before sliding back in. “Oh, fuck.”

“Good?”

“I love you,” he groans, and this time you do giggle as you start thrusting slowly. “Babygirl, ah, keep going.”

It feels surreal to be on the receiving end of these words, to be the one fucking him, but you enjoy it immensely, even though the movement feels a bit strange. Perhaps you should’ve listened to Victor and opted for one of those dual dildos. But you’d wanted the first time to be about him, to focus on his pleasure and not let your own be a distraction. Your pace is steady, nearly a grind and he rocks his hips into yours.

“Harder. I’m not made of glass-“ His choked gasp as you cut him off with a hard snap of your hips sends satisfaction rushing through your veins. No wonder he does it so often, you would love to see that again.

It takes a few tries to angle it right, to have the toy brushing his prostate, but you’re rewarded by him writhing beneath you, your name falling from his lips in a curse and a prayer in turns. His cock, flushed and erect, bounces enticingly as you drill into him. You hope you’re not rushing when you reach for it, giving it a few quick pumps and Victor cracks. You let go of his cock in slight fear as he shouts, but his other hand finds yours and guides it back to his straining erection.

“Please, fuck–I’m so close, baby, so close–“ he pants, his hips lifting to meet yours as you pick up your faltering pace. There’s a strange sort of desperation welling in you, a need to see him come, and your hand wraps around his cock firmly as you lift your interlocked hands to place them on his folded knee, his other leg having fallen to the side.

With his lips parted, deep groans rumbling from his chest, stormy eyes shut tight–Victor looks ethereal as he comes, like a wild god falling apart beneath you. His seed spills over his chest, and he’s shaking, his hand lax in your grip, and you take a moment to breathe before sliding out as gently as you can.

He hisses as you do so, looking up at you tiredly as you help him turn to his side, unclipping the harness hurriedly as you move over to his side, wiping impatiently at the sweat dripping down your cheeks.

Your lips brush his temple as you stroke his damp hair gently, drawing a tiny hum from his throat as he presses his face into your stomach. Unsure if you should wake him up if he’s dozed off, you’re relieved when he stirs, tilting his head up and smiling as you kiss him softly.

“Okay?”

“Mm.” He moves as if to scoot closer, before pausing and staring down at his chest.

“Right, here–“

Reaching for a small towel and handing him a glass of water as you clean him up, admittedly hovering as he takes small sips; you’re gifted with an eye-roll from him.

“Calm down.”

“How does a bath sound?” you ask instead. He considers you for a moment, taking in your nervous expression and wringing hands. He stretches, muscles rippling beneath his skin–and winces. You take that as a yes, scrambling off the bed.

“Only if you join me,” he calls after you as you run to the bathroom. He looks surprised when, after turning the water on, you run to the door of the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you a snack!” you answer over your shoulder, hurrying to the kitchen and grabbing the prepped bowl of fruit. You’re back at his side in record time, place the bowl on the bed as he lounges on his side, head propped up on a palm.

“I’m fine, y/n,” he sighs, accepting the strawberry with a long-suffering look.

“I know, but-”

“But nothing,” he pops another slice into his mouth. You settle behind him and he leans back into your arms, something sly in the curve of his smile. You pepper every inch of skin you can reach with soft kisses, resisting the urge to hold him tighter. “Although I could get used to this.”

Your mind flashes back to his face when you first slid into him, the way he’d moaned shamelessly as you thrust into him, the way he fell to pieces when he came. And then you take in the way he’s sunk into your embrace, nibbling contentedly on the snack he ‘didn’t need.’

“Yeah. Me too.”

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc smut #mlqc victor x reader #mlqc li zeyan #mr love queen's choice #mr love: queen's choice #pls lemme know what u think #also if you notice any inconsistencies #my brain: not workin

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comradekatara · 4 years

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do you have any mailee modern au hc?

here are some!

because mai is a thoughtful kid and not obnoxious, most kids think of her as quiet. but she’s not, really. she talks in class when she has something useful to say and she stands up for herself articulately when people give her a hard time. she’s the funniest person in her small group of friends. but people just wanna see her as quiet so they don’t have to acknowledge that she has thoughts and opinions. however, even though she can’t shake that reputation among the general student population--ty lee sees her clearly, and thinks she’s really funny.

the way people see ty lee is even worse. everyone likes her, because she’s affectionate and friendly with everyone, but the way guys talk about her is just disgusting. there are all kinds of rumors (lies) circulating about things various guys claim to have done with her. when guys aren’t claiming to have already slept with her, they’re often talking about what they’d like to do with her in the future, as if she’s a prize they’re trying to win. even though ty lee uses this reputation to her advantage, it really bums her out that people believe whatever bullshit boys make up about her. mai sees through the bullshit though. she knows high school boys are always lying. and she really feels for ty lee and the shit the guys are putting her through.

so we have two high school girls denied their humanity by the people around them.

it’s even worse at home. mai gets home and barely speaks because no one wants to hear what she has to say. ty lee is always talking, but no one is listening, because with all her sisters, there’s just too much competition for attention. they both get the message that their families think they’re unimportant.

they both turn to music and art to express themselves and they’re really good at it. mai gets a bright red bass to jam on. ty lee takes up dance. they both spend all their time listening to music, and run into each other at the venue a few times at some local shows. at one show, they end up dancing side by side for an hour, occasionally smiling at each other, without ever saying a word.

the day after that, ty lee pulls up a seat next to mai’s table at lunch and just starts talking to her about the band. mai is taken aback at first but ty lee’s observations are so smart, and she loves all the same songs and all the same lyrics that mai does, so she quickly opens up. and ty lee, for her part, really delights in hearing what mai has to say.

after that, they’re both intrigued by each other and set out to impress each other.

as gifts, they buy each other soft and breathable clothing, the gift of helping each other be comfortable. they also buy each other weed. and music and art and graphic novels. they’ve never received gifts that weren’t extremely cookie-cutter and impersonal before.

the first time mai comes over to ty lee’s house, ty lee is thrilled beyond belief when mai shows no sign of being charmed by her sisters. in fact, when they’re alone, mai makes a dry remark about ty woo that is so effortlessly cutting and witty, it makes ty lee’s heart skip a beat.

the first time ty lee goes over to mai’s, mai watches ty lee’s eyebrows go up as she takes in the uncomfortably showy new-money decor, and they shoot up even higher when mai’s father walks through the house with shoes on. then she catches sight of tom-tom, and the team of nannies assigned to look after him while mai’s parents do anything but acknowledge their children. ty lee gives mai a look of total sympathy, and it fills mai with a sense of warmth.

they do homework together a lot. ty lee is freakishly good with science. mai speaks the language of math. when they pool their knowledge, they find that their own preferred subjects become more interesting given the added context.

they start a band. it’s very weird. they compose songs together, but the real point of the band is the live performances. mai covers the instrumentals and ty lee dances alongside her with a frantic, bitter physical energy. the overall effect is quite haunting. they never get booked by the same venue twice.

on halloween, without planning anything in advance, they dress up as each other. not in a mean way, but gently, lovingly. that’s what they’re wearing the first time they kiss.

after that, they’re constantly lounging around, laying on each other’s beds, touching each other’s hair and trailing fingers up each other’s arms and shoulders. they never would have expected to be the kind of girlfriends who hold hands in the school hallway, but they surprise themselves and become those people. the physical touch is the best part. sharing physical intimacy is new to both of them.

sometimes mai will make a sarcastic comment about some asshole from school and ty lee will make a comment that’s even meaner and way funnier, and mai has to kiss her.

other times ty lee has to lie and charm her way out of detention, while mai watches with a dorky smile from the end of the hall, and when they lock eyes and ty lee takes in mai’s expression, she has to bite her lip so she doesn’t burst into giggles and give it away.

they are stupidly happy together because they amaze and inspire each other. that’s what this whole post has been about. ok fin

#asks #anon #mai #ty lee #maixtylee #aus

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Footprints

Birthday present for @bucky-babe who wanted some Ironhusbands so here we have a college AU (and a surprise AU very fun) also latinx Tony Stark. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bucky!

Tagging @myspideysensesrtingling @starksnack @sbidermanstan @cptdcnvers @sleepyoldchild @spideysstark @bamboozledfucker @irndad @thors-bleached-eyebrows

warnings: some hints to Howard Stark’s A+ parenting

College. A terrifying time in any young person’s life, but even more terrifying if that young person looked like they were fifteen years old. Tony Stark, genius son of Howard Stark, at seventeen years of age is beginning his academic career at university, and the poor boy is fucking terrified. His father is too busy at some business meeting to help his only child move in, but his mamá is there with him, along with Jarvis to help him carry all his boxes in. Tony can feel his arms start to shake, and he can try to kid himself it’s from the weight of the box he holds in his arms, but deep down he knows it’s because he is about to shit his pants from fear. Sure, he’d gone to boarding school before, but this is different. Here, he is the youngest, a baby, and no one is gonna want to befriend a baby.

A gentle hand passes over his head, caressing his head of curls. “Mi vida,” his mamá whispers to him as they wait for Jarvis to shut the trunk. “Mi amor, calm down. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tony lets out a cough, trying to calm his racing heart. Yeah, nothing to be afraid of, except, you know, bullies and shit. He’s seen movies. He knows what college frat bros are capable of. He just wants to be challenged… and also maybe he wants to get away from his bastard of a father, but that’s besides the point.

“You are going to do great things here, mi amor. I can feel it.”

He can feel a smile tug at his lips. “Gracias, mamá.”

It flows off his tongue like a river, his mamá’s native language that Howard refuses to allow under his roof. Maria wraps an arm around her son and runs her fingers through his thick brunette curls. She’s going to miss him as she always does when Howard sends her boy away. She’s left with an empty house all to herself; her husband is almost never home, not that she minds, but she misses when she could still hear her Tony’s laughter fill the cold halls.

“You’ll call me,” she says more than asks. He always calls his mamá.

“Claro. Who else are you going to complain to about the women in your book club?”

“Ay, why your father insisted I join those ridiculous women is beyond me.” Maria rolls her eyes. “The books they choose are boring, and all they talk about are their yachts or houses in the Hamptons.”

“You don’t want to talk about that?”

A laugh escapes her. Howard may paint her as some sort of Spanish nobility for the press, but that wasn’t her. She was Mexican born, Los Angeles raised, and she wasn’t used to the life Howard led when they first married. She still wasn’t used to all the bragging and pettiness that came with being married to a Stark. The only good thing to come from her marriage is her son. And her friendship with the Jarvis couple.

“Vamos,” she calls when the three of them manage to grab everything, “we have a dorm to see.”

Tony, he isn’t so sure what to expect from a college dorm, but whatever it had been, it definitely does not match up with what he sees when he opens the door. Whoever his roommate is, well… he’s a total slob. Tony can feel the crease form between his eyebrows as he takes in the set of footprints on their carpet. What asshole tracks dirty footprints on a new carpet?

“Oh, hi!” a warm voice greets from inside. “You must be James’s roommate!”

He’s being swept up in a tight hug. It’s warm, maybe even warmer than the hugs his mamá gives. He’s released, and he sees who had embraced him. She’s beautiful, that’s for sure, and her face is so kind, all laugh lines and dimples. She’s big, bigger than tiny Tony, and he loves it. She’s like some sort of goddess, completely different from mamá, and yet exactly the same. The love they carry in their souls just radiates from them.

“James!” the goddess yells into the bathroom. “James Rhodes, you get out here and meet your roommate!”

“Okay, Ma, there’s no need to yell. I’m only five feet away, you know.”

And there he is. An angel right before his eyes. Tall, dark, handsome--no, gorgeous. Wow, I am so gay, goes through Tony’s mind before he realizes, this is my roommate. You don’t hook up with your roommate, even if he is the most beautiful being Tony has ever seen in his entire fucking life.

“Hi,” Tony squeaks, his voice cracking in a way that just makes him want to crawl in a hole and live out the rest of his days like some hermit, “I’m Tony.”

“James,” the angel--his roommate--says, and his warm ass hand fucking engulfs Tony’s tiny one, and Tony wants to melt into the carpet right there. “It’s nice to meet you, Tony.”

The goddess, who Tony’s infers is James’s mother, holds out her hand to Maria and gives her a warm smile. “Roberta Rhodes.”

“Maria, pleasure to meet you.”

“This your husband?”

“Oh, no,” Jarvis scrambles to put down his boxes and shake Mrs. Rhodes’s hand. “Edwin Jarvis, I’m a, uh, family friend. Here to help him move in.”

“Your husband working? That’s understandable, Terrence is back home looking after our daughter while I get to help James get settled in.” Mrs. Rhodes lowers her voice and stage-whispers, “He was nervous to meet his roommate.”

“Ma!”

“But I don’t think there’s any need to be nervous. You seem like a good boy, Tony.”

“I, uh… I am?” He looks to his mamá for some guidance.

“James has nothing to worry about with Tony other than late nights and some skipped meals. Recuerde comer, mi vida,” Maria tells her son. “Hopefully they can look after each other while they’re here.”

They start unpacking, and Tony can’t get over the fact that his super hot roommate is the kind of guy to 1) wear shoes inside and 2) wear dirty shoes inside. Their carpet is absolutely covered in footprints, and while Tony isn’t a neat freak, it does kinda piss him off. But he can’t just call him out in front of everyone, can he? He’s actually a bit surprised Jarvis hasn’t said anything about it. But whatever, right? It’s the first day, and they’ve got a lot of stuff to move in, so it makes sense James would keep his shoes on, and Tony can always clean it up later… hopefully.

Although Tony hates to admit it, he cries when mamá and Jarvis has to go. He’s a baby, practically, and he’s being left on his own to take care of himself. He can’t do that! He has problems with sleeping and eating and just, well, taking general care of himself!

“You are going to be just fine,” Maria tells him as she cradles his baby face in her hands. “You are so talented, Tony, and I am so proud of you. So proud.”

Tony sniffles and looks up at her with glossy brown eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, mi amor, I will always be proud of you.” She presses a kiss to his forehead and closes her eyes. “Te quiero, Tony.”

“Te quiero, mamá.”

Jarvis ruffles his hair and promises to write before he and Maria get in the car and drive off. Leaving him alone on the curb, fighting tears. He’ll be fine. Stark men don’t cry.

Tony and James fall into an easy sort of friendship, and Tony starts to feel more comfortable at school. Rhodey, what James has lovingly been renamed, still tracks in those goddamn footprints, but Tony can’t bring himself to call him out on it. Whenever he feels frustration creep up inside of him, he remembers what always happens when he tries to make his father listen to him, and suddenly he’s unable to say anything to Rhodey about his messy habits. So he keeps his mouth shut and his head down whenever he wants to say something. He can handle this.

His friends think he’s a fucking idiot for not just bringing it up. Well, they think he’s an idiot for a lot of other reasons, but they especially get onto him for this. Somehow, around a week into the semester, he managed to collect three mom friends: Carol, Pepper, and Natasha. He and Carol share a class together, but that’s not how she adopted him. No, it was outside of class, on the quad, when she and the other two girls were studying and talking shit, when suddenly this small boy was tripping over his shoelaces and his books were flying everywhere. They saw tiny Tony and adopted him on the spot, and now they made sure he actually ate, got more than two hours of sleep a week, and communicated with his freakishly hot roommate.

“Tones, if the guy keeps tracking in dirt, fucking tell him,” Natasha sighs as they’re lounging on Tony’s bed one Friday night. “It’s obviously bothering you enough keep bitching to us about it.”

“But what if he gets mad at me?”

“He’s the one being slob,” Pepper points out.

“If he gives you a hard time about it,” Carol says, “we’ll kick his ass. Now hold still.”

Carol had bought some new nail polish and wanted to try it out on Tony, claiming the red and gold would go perfect with his dark skin. It’ll totally pop, Tones, just trust me, she had said when she’d pulled out the bottles. So now he’s lounging between Natasha’s legs, her fingers lightly scratching against his scalp while Carol paints his nails and Pepper flips through a magazine.

“Where is your Adonis anyways?” Pepper asks. “He got plans?”

“I think he said he had a Smash Bros tournament with uh… Sam? You guys know Sam Wilson?”

“Yeah, he’s friends with Steve Rogers and that other guy with the man bun,” Carol answers. “Wait, Nat, didn’t you hook up with man bun?”

“Like, once. Okay, so it was twice, but what can I say? He’s got nice arms.”

“Thirsty.”

“Shut up, Pepper, so are you.”

“Wh-- no I am not, I am completely, 100% focused on classes, thank you very much! You have absolutely nothing on--”

The door swing open, and Rhodey walks in looking a bit winded. He waves to the girls and Tony before disappearing into the bathroom.

“...If he left a Smash Bros tournament, he isn’t worth it, Tones,” Carol tells him. “A quitter never makes an attractive partner, let me just tell you that right now.

“Hey!” Rhodey comes back in and smiles. “Sorry for interrupting your party, but I remembered Sam let me borrow one of his hoodies last week, and if I don’t return it tonight, he’s never gonna let me live it down.”

“Oh, was it the one hanging in the shower?” Tony realizes.

“That’s the one! I got salsa on it and had to scrub it out.” He grins at Tony, and the younger boy swears his heart skipped like five beats. “Anyways, I’ll be back in a few hours. Want me to bring you back some pizza, Tones?”

“That would be amazing, platypus, thank you!”

“Anything for my tiny Tony.”

The girls wait until he’s gone before turning back to their friend with wide eyes. He just looks back at them innocently.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Pepper says. “You just called him platypus, and he just called you his tiny Tony!”

“Yeah, we have nicknames for each other, so what?”

“Tony, it was the way he said it,” Natasha sighs. “We already know you’re in love with him--”

“I am not!”

“But, Tony, he sounded pretty fond of you.”

“People can be fond platonically! You are fond of me! And for your information, I am not in love with him.” He stands up, ignoring the annoyed shout Carol gives him when the nail polish gets smudged, and puts his hands on his hips. “I am not in love with someone who is completely incapable of taking off his dirty ass shoes before walking on the carpet! I mean, just look at how messy it is!”

The girls look down at the floor and are quiet for a few moments. Tony waits as they continue to stare at the floor and them give him a worried look.

“What?” he asks.

“Tony… there are no footprints on the carpet,” Pepper tells him.

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you blind?” He gestures to the carpet where he can clearly see a trail of footprints leading to and from the bathroom. “They’re right here!”

“Oh my god, you cannot be this stupid,” Carol laughs. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes!”

“Tones, if we can’t see the footprints you can clearly see,” Natasha says, “then have you considered he’s your--”

“If you’re gonna say soulmate, I’m just going to stop you right there,” Tony interrupts her. “There is no way someone like me could ever have a soulmate, let alone one like Rhodey.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because… well… because I’m me. Tony Stark, the absolute fuck up! I mean, my own father can’t even stand to be in the same room as me for more than five minutes without telling me what a terrible son I am! Why should I be soulmates with someone as wonderful as James Rhodes?”

“There’s a lot to unpack here, but--”

“ANTHONY EDWARD STARK, YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS THIS INSTANT! HE IS YOUR SOULMATE OKAY?” Pepper suddenly yells, causing the others to stare at her with wide eyes. “You can see his footprints, we can. There is literally no other explanation for this!”

“Pepper,” Carol hisses. She can’t just yell at Tony and expect everything to--

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, wow, did not actually expect that to work.”

“Well… you guys are like my moms, so. I listen to you.”

“He listens to you, well that’s just great,” Carol grumbles. “He doesn’t listen to me.”

“That’s because you’re just as reckless and stupid as him, Danvers,” Pepper says back. “Now, Tony, I want you to actually talk to James about this, okay? You know now that he isn’t just some asshole who likes to track dirt into the dorm; he’s your soulmate.”

“But I mean, do we really--”

“Don’t make me pull the full name card again, Tony, because you know I will.”

“...Fine. I will talk to him about this. Now, Carol, can you please fix my nails? I think I fucked them up.

Rhodey sneaks back into the dorm after midnight, trying hard to be quiet in case Tony went to bed. Of course, the little insomniac did not go to bed, and is instead sitting at his desk waiting for his roommate/soulmate. When he hears the door click shut, he turns on his desk lamp and swivels his chair, causing Rhodey to let out a shriek.

“Oh, fuck! It’s just you, Tones. You scared the shit out of me, man.” He can see Tony chewing the inside of his cheek as if trying to find the right words to say. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, or at least I don’t think so, I just, uh. Fuck. Okay so basically… I think you’re really hot, and I have since we first met, and, like, that’s really weird because we’re roommates and I most definitely should not be thinking that, and then I noticed you kept tracking fucking dirt onto our carpet, but I didn’t want to say anything in case you got mad, because I don’t like it when people yell at me, probably because of like childhood trauma or some shit, I dunno, but then today Carol, Pepper, and Nat realized that you weren’t tracking dirt into the dorm, I just saw your footprints, which, you know, means we’re soulmates.”

“Wait… what?”

Oh, god, Rhodey didn’t know. “Oh, well, we’re--well I think we’re soulmates. Because I can see your footprints when no one else can.”

“Yeah, no I knew that.”

“You knew?”

“Uh, it’s pretty obvious when I can see your footprints, Tony, even when you’re not wearing shoes.”

“Well… why didn’t you say anything?” Tony could feel his chest start to get tight and his breathing pick up. “Oh, god, you don’t want me, do you? That’s why you didn’t say anything! Because, because you know I’d be a terrible soulmate, and you don’t want that, and you deserve someone way better, someone like Sam Wilson, because he’s so cool, oh god, who wouldn’t want to be soulmates with Sam Wilson, he’s like--”

Tony stops talking when Rhodey cradles his face in his warm ass hands, his entire brain going blank.

“Whoa, there, calm down, okay? I didn’t say anything because I thought you knew, Tony.” Rhodey lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Hell, I thought we’ve been dating for like a month now!”

“...what.”

“Yeah, you started calling me Rhodey and platypus and honeybear, and we’ve been cuddling and holding hands, so I thought you knew! Oh, god, this is so embarrassing! I totally thought we’ve been dating!”

“Well, I… I mean, we could, uh, well, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t object to us, like, actually dating. As in we both know we’re dating.”

“Oh you wouldn’t, would you?” Rhodey asks with a smile. “Well, would you object if I were to kiss you right now?”

Oh my god, he wants to kiss me!

“I mean, if you really wanted to.”

“Oh, shut up, Tones.”

“Why don’t you make m--”

Rhodey leans down to kiss him before Tony can finish his snarky comment, and Tony does not mind one bit. Because Tony has never felt anything as fucking perfect as kissing Rhodey. His whole body grows warm as Rhodey wraps his arms around him, and Tony practically melts against him when he feels Rhodey’s fingers gently tug on his curls. He’s kissing his soulmate, and his soulmate is fucking James Rhodes, his platypus, his honeybear, his Rhodey.

#hope you like it!#i attempt to write #ironhusbands

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You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips - Ch 1

TITLE OF STORY: You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter One - I Hate The Media AUTHOR: Scarlet-Doll-13 WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor Tom GENRE: Romance/Drama FIC SUMMARY: You have witchcraft in your lips’ (Henry V – Act 5, Scene 2) Eva was diagnosed with chronic illnesses in her teens and has struggled with her health. She is a costume designer and met Tom on the set of Thor and have been best friends ever since. Tom has always been a supportive friend with Eva’s health, being a confidant and a shoulder to cry on. Fast forward to after the ‘Swift’ moment, Tom found their roles reversed. Eva was the one to comfort him. After both professing their love for one another they settled in life together. Have a look into their life and the past moments that would unknowingly impact their future lives. RATING: Explicit (For strong language) WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: Swearing AUTHORS NOTES: This is a piece of fiction I don’t mean to offend or upset people. Eva is inspired by my struggle with my illnesses and also a chronically Ill YouTuber Chronically Jaquie (Go check her out, she’s amazing) . She has been a huge help for me to understand illness, disability and coping with day to day life.

June 2017 - London

Bad news ladies the Night Manager Actor Tom Hiddleston was spotting kissing a redhead during Lunch in London. The actor and his companion sat outside the hip 60s cafe, the ‘coffee cup’ with a golden retriever at their feet.

“Fuck. Shit, Wank. Balls!”

Tom leaned around the door frame to the bathroom; towel round his waist and water from the shower rolled down his chest. “What?”

I looked up at him over my glasses, “We’ve been discovered.”

He ran a towel through his wet hair, “Well we’ve kept it quiet for 8 months, it was going to happen sooner or later.”

He laid down next to me and peered at the laptop resting on my knees. He looked at the pictures of us taken from a few days ago. Tom and I were sat outside our favourite lunch place on a sunny weekday, with my dog under the table. There were pictures of us talking, one of tom with his arm on the back of my chair. We both were laughing at a photo book that had come that morning.

“Well we weren’t overly clingy, just like we talked about with Luke, people won’t care. Carry on reading love.”

He stood, dropping the towel and began rummaging through the draws for his boxers. I dragged my eyes from his pert backside that many of his fans had seen in the Night Manager.

“The 36 year old star was spotted with his arm around the back of her chair, both of them laughing at a book on the table. The golden under the table sat with his head in Hiddleston’s lap. Both of them were seen discussing something from the book.

“They make us sound like we’re boring old farts.”

Tom smirked, “Keep reading.”

The presumed couple walked around Hampstead heath holding hands. Tom held onto the lead of the woman’s Dog, they retired to a bench where things got a little steamy.

I slammed shut the laptop and placed it into the bedside cupboard. “Steamy! I’ll give them fucking steamy! There were children present! I bloody hate the media!”

Clad only in his boxers Tom fell into bed next to me, “Look we knew this would happen at some point, I’m surprised we got away with it for so long.”

I sighed and took of my glasses rubbing my eyes, “I just think I was living in a dream world.”

He pulled me too him so I was resting on his chest. He was still warm from the shower. “This article is nothing. The photos are shockingly bad, no-one at work will recognize that it’s you. They won’t even recognise Ragnar, he didn’t have his harness on. Even though he’s dashingly handsome, from those pictures he looks like any other golden retriever.

I leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you.”

Tom rolled us over so he was on top, “You are very welcome.”

Tom started to kiss down my neck and chest, when his phone rang. With Luke’s ring tone. I knew that he had seen the article. I slid out from under Tom.

“Sorry lover boy, but that’s not a call I want to listen too.”

Tom flumped on the bed and groaned.

~~~~~

By the time Tom had finished on the phone I had started dinner. He was now fully dressed in lounging trousers and a marvel t-shirt. His hair had air dried and now rivaled a labradoodle, as much as he hated it, I loved his curly hair. I slid his mug down the workbench. He took a sip.

“Was it that bad?”

Tom leaned against the side, Ragnar moved to sit at his feet. “Not really, we’ve managed to keep it under wraps for ages. Luke was just happy that we got all your privacy settings sorted last month. He knows that the press will keep digging to find out who you are.”

“I’m not worried too much sweetie, things happen for a reason. We’ll see how the next couple of weeks go, You never know I might say yes to Ragnarok.”

“I spoke to Luke about that. I just wished there was something a bit smaller for you first carpet event.”

I turned to look at him, leaning against the side. The low evening light shone through the kitchen window, igniting his blonde hair into a halo. His favourite mug clutched in his hands, staring into the tea like it would give him answers. I wiped my hands on my apron and stood next to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and his arm snaked around my waist.

“Sweetie I’m not worried, we have a long while to plan. Like Luke said we can always do a press release before the premiere. Which I think would be better. As soon as people google my name, they’ll find out who I am and about all my illnesses. How about you ring Luke back and ask him to pop round some time tomorrow.”

Tom nodded and kissed the top of my head, “Okay Darling. What have we got for dinner?“

I detangled myself from him and check on the pasta. “Bolognese. I found some in the freezer. He hummed in agreement, "I’ll go ring Luke then set the table.” Even though we still had our own places we spent most of the time at my place with the occasional nights at toms. It was easier to stay at mine then lug all my medical equipment to his. Being friends and lovers over the past 8 years put us at ease in each other’s company. I divided the pasta and Tom’s famous bolognese onto our two plates while Tom sliced the garlic bread. We took our seats at at the table and began to eat.

I took a sip of wine, “Was Luke okay with tomorrow?”

Tom nodded and reached for a slice of garlic bread. “He said he be round at 11. He’ll bring around some paperwork and stuff. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I sat back in my chair, “I’m sure Tom. It’s about time we took things seriously, I’m ready to start doing more events with you.

Tom smiled and patted my hand on the table.

“The only thing is Tom…”

He hummed round his mouthful of bread.

“I won’t be going to Wimbledon with you.”

Tom swallowed, tipped his head back and laughed, “I wouldn’t expect you too my dear.”

Tom and I snuggled on the sofa after dinner, Ragnor at out feet. We talked about what was going to happen tomorrow, all the different way we could announce relationship. Googling how other celebrities had released their relationships. Instagram looked like a strong possibility.

We laughed how no one had spotted us at Kong: Skull Island premiere in London, simply because it started raining and under Tom’s request Luke escorted me straight into the building under a large black umbrella. So no one really got a chance to take even one photograph me. Even at the LA premiere I walked down the carpet with relative easy. Tom arrived on his own and I caught Brie’s car as I had to quick fix her dress and lend her a pair of my louboutins. Brie always has a habit of stealing my shoes, handbags and clothes. Although I was three inches taller, definitely heavier and with slightly bigger boobs, we roughly wore the same size in most things. But I couldn’t talk I borrowed brie’s designer clothes to see how the fit and fabric feel for my fashion line. The joys of being of being clothes buddy’s.

~~~~~

Tom walked around the next morning like a bloody peacock, so proud of himself for giving me heart palpitations. It didn’t happen very often and the first time that it happened in bed, Tom nearly turned grey with worry and panic. Now it just brings him great joy and satisfaction. At 11 o’clock precisely the doorbell rang and Tom buzzed Luke up, leaving the door on its latch.

Tom popped round the kitchen door. “Is there anything that needs taking out?”

I nodded to the tray with cake and china on. “Just that please, I’m just waiting for the kettle to boil.”

I heard the lift doors open and Luke’s voice calling for Tom. Tom picked up the tray and took it into the dining room, I assume collecting Luke on the way. I was nervous about today, part of me still didn’t feel ready. Another was anxious about what people would say.

I poured the hot water in the large tea pot with earl grey for Tom and Luke. I poured water into the french press for my decaf coffee. I loved coffee so much, the smell and taste. That would be because of the Italian blood in me. But because of my heart condition I couldn’t drink much of the stuff and sometimes I couldn’t have it at all. Tom lovingly brought me coffee scented candles, so when I can’t have any I can still enjoy the smell.

I carried the tea pot and french press into the dining room, Tom stood took take the heavier teapot off me. Odin, my giant one eyed fluff monster, came and sat on the chair beside me. He’s partial to some cake, or any food at all. Tom had found his name hilarious when they first met, he spent the day calling him father and bowing I’m his presence. I still sometimes catch him doing it now.

Tom poured tea for him and Luke and coffee for me.

“So business first then cake?” Luke asked.

I nodded, “We talked about it last night and we think we should release something.”

“Just something small,” Tom added

“I just don’t want my presence at Thor Ragnarok premiere to over shadow the movie. I want people talking about how much they like the movie not who Tom’s dating.”

Luke nodded and flipped through his diary and organiser. “So we have four months to Thor. So that’s enough time to release something and have it settle down again. So what were you both thinking.”

Tom took hold of my hand on the table. “We thought Instagram was good choice, not too formal. Just something to link us together.”

Luke looked at me, “anything else.”

I bit my lip. Tom knowing how I felt gave my hand a squeeze.

“I want to be out of the city when it’s released. I can’t be dealing with paparazzi and stalkers while I’m ill.”

Luke looked back at his diary. “Well Tom’s free for the next two weeks, I can’t see why not. It might do the both of you some good. A little R&R before you have to go on press tour and your new line comes out.”

I frowned and looked at Tom, “did you tell him?”

Tom looked guilty, “I did but there’s a reason. Anything big on your calendar Luke knows about so he knows what’s happen even if I’m away. That way if there’s ever a problem Luke has all the information to handle it.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, “Thank you.”

Luke wrote something on his note pad. “Just tell me when you’re leaving and I’ll leave the Instagram stuff up to you two, just give me the heads up before you post.”

Tom and nodded. I picked up the cake knife and cut us all a piece. Tom and Luke dug in.

Luke sat back in his chair, “Oh Eva it’s as good as always. So how did your hospital appointment go?”

June 2017 - London

“Fuck. Shit, Wank. Balls!”

Tom leaned around the doorframe to the bathroom; towel round his waist and water from the shower rolled down his chest. “What?”

I looked up at him over my glasses, “We’ve been discovered.”

He ran a towel through his wet hair, “Well we’ve kept it quiet for 8 months, it was going to happen sooner or later.”

He layed down next to me and peered at the laptop resting on my knees. He looked at the pictures of us taken from a few days ago. Tom and I were sat outside our favourite lunch place on a sunny weekday, with my dog under the table. There were pictures of us talking, one of tom with his arm on the back of my chair. We both were laughing at a photo book that had come that morning.

“Well we weren’t overly clingy, just like we talked about with Luke, people won’t care. Carry on reading love.”

He stood, dropping the towel and began rummaging through the draws for his boxers. I dragged my eyes from his pert backside that many of his fans had seen in the Night Manager.

“They make us sound like we’re boring old farts.”

Tom smirked, “Keep reading.”

The presumed couple walked around Hampstead heath holding hands. Tom held onto the lead of the woman’s Dog, they retired to a bench where things got a little steamy.

I slammed shut the laptop and placed it into the bedside cupboard. “Steamy! I’ll give them fucking steamy! There were children present! I bloody hate the media!”

Clad only in his boxers Tom fell into bed next to me, “Look we knew this would happen at some point, I’m surprised we got away with it for so long.”

I sighed and took of my glasses rubbing my eyes, “I just think I was living in a dream world.”

I leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you.”

Tom rolled us over so he was on top, “You are very welcome.”

Tom started to kiss down my neck and chest, when his phone rang. With Luke’s ring tone. I knew that he had seen the article. I slid out from under Tom.

“Sorry lover boy, but that’s not a call I want to listen too.”

Tom flumped on the bed and groaned.

~~~~~

“Was it that bad?”

“I’m not worried too much sweetie, things happen for a reason. We’ll see how the next couple of weeks go, You never know I might say yes to Ragnarok.”

“I spoke to Luke about that. I just wished there was something a bit smaller for you first carpet event.”

“Sweetie I’m not worried, we have a long while to plan. Like Luke said we can always do a press release before the premiere. Which I think would be better. As soon as people google my name, they’ll find out who I am and about all my illnesses. How about you ring luke back and ask him to pop round some time tomorrow.”

Tom nodded and kissed the top of my head, “Okay Darling. What have we got for dinner?“

I detangle myself from him and check on the pasta. "Bolognese. I found some in the freezer. He hummed in agreement, "I’ll go ring Luke then set the table.” Even though we still had our own places we spent most of the time at my place with the occasional nights at toms. It was easier to stay at mine then lug all my medical equipment to his. Being friends and lovers over the past 8 years put us at ease in each other’s company. I divided the pasta and Tom’s famous bolognese onto our two plates while Tom sliced the garlic bread. We took our seats at at the table and began to eat.

I took a sip of wine, “Was Luke okay with tomorrow?”

Tom nodded and reached for a slice of garlic bread. “He said he be round at 11. He’ll bring around some paperwork and stuff. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I sat back in my chair, “I’m sure Tom. It’s about time we took things seriously, I’m ready to start doing more events with you.

Tom smiled and patted my hand on the table.

“The only thing is Tom…”

He hummed round his mouthful of bread.

“I won’t be going to wimbledon with you.”

Tom swallowed, tipped his head back and laughed, “I wouldn’t expect you too my dear.”

We laughed how no one had spotted us at Kong: Skull Island premiere in london, simply because it started raining and under Tom’s request Luke escorted me straight into the building under a large black umbrella. So no one really got a chance to take even one photograph me. Even at the LA premiere I walked down the carpet with relative easy. Tom arrived on his own and I caught Brie’s car as I had to quick fix her dress and lend her a pair of my louboutins. Brie always has a habit of stealing my shoes, handbags and clothes. Although I was three inches taller, definitely heavier and with slightly bigger boobs, we roughly wore the same size in most things. But I couldn’t talk I borrowed brie’s designer clothes to see how the fit and fabric feel for my fashion line. The joys of being of being clothes buddy’s.

~~~~~

Tom popped round the kitchen door. “Is there anything that needs taking out?”

I nodded to the tray with cake and china on. “Just that please, I’m just waiting for the kettle to boil.”

I poured the hot water in the large tea pot with earl grey for Tom and Luke. I poured water into the french press for my decaf coffee. I loved coffee so much, the smell and taste. That would be because of the italian blood in me. But because of my heart condition I couldn’t drink much of the stuff and sometimes I couldn’t have it at all. Tom lovingly brought me coffee scented candles, so when I can’t have any I can still enjoy the smell.

Tom poured tea for him and Luke and coffee for me.

“So business first then cake?” Luke asked.

I nodded, “We talked about it last night and we think we should release something.”

“Just something small,” Tom added

“I just don’t want my presence at Thor 3 premiere to over shadow the movie. I want people talking about how much they like the movie not who Tom’s dating.”

Luke nodded and flipped through his diary and organiser. “So we have ## months to Thor. So that’s enough time to release something and have it settle down again. So what were you both thinking.”

Tom took hold of my hand on the table. “We thought instagram was good choice, not too formal. Just something to link us together.”

Luke looked at me, “anything else.”

I bit my lip. Tom knowing how I felt gave my hand a squeeze.

“I want to be out of the city when it’s released. I can’t be dealing with paparazzi and stalkers while I’m ill.”

I frowned and looked at Tom, “did you tell him?”

I rested my head on his shoulder, “Thank you.”

Luke wrote something on his note pad. “Just tell me when you’re leaving and I’ll leave the instagram stuff up to you two, just give me the heads up before you post.”

Tom and nodded. I picked up the cake knife and cut us all a piece. Tom and Luke dug in.

Luke sat back in his chair, “Oh Eva it’s as good as always. So how did your hospital appointment go?”

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malec headcanons part two:

(part one for the curious)

alexander lightwood is a goddamn tease. he and magnus will be at a meeting at the institute together and the second that no one is looking at him but magnus, alec’ll be biting his lip or dragging his thumb across it or stretching so his shirt rides up. his absolute favorite thing in the world is to pull back in the middle of kisses to see magnus follow after him with closed eyes and parted lips and bated breath. and every time magnus does something that gets alec a little stupid, alec’s immediate instinct is to one-up him with a motherfucking vengeance. it all makes magnus nuts, but he’s really very good with that.

they have competitive sexathons periodically. (alec’s stamina rune gets a lottttttttt more use than he anticipated when he got it.) they compete to see who can get the other off first, who can get the other off most, who can get the other to moan their name first/the most times, who can get the other to swear the most creatively (alec has a personal goal of getting magnus to swear in at least three non-english languages but has gotten him up to as many as twelve in one sexathon, a few of which were even dead languages). magnus, of course, has magic which alec can’t compete with until he learns the power of saying magnus’ name in his husky mid-blowjob voice and grinning while biting his lip, at which point they’re on a much more even playing field. alec is very innovative with magnus’ weaknesses.

(magnus has known dozens upon dozens of languages in his lifetime and while he doesn’t remain fluent in all of them, the last things to leave him about a language are swears and pet names. alec has lovingly been called a lot of beautiful things he’ll never know the meaning of.)

they get married. they exchange rings in mundane fashion: plain platinum, the only understated piece of jewelry magnus owns. alec gets the marriage rune as per shadowhunter tradition. only shadowhunters can use a stele, so izzy acts as magnus’ surrogate for that part of the ceremony, his hand laying over hers as she lights the new stele and draws the rune. magnus magicks himself a permanent tattoo replica of it, alec’s hand laying over his as he draws it.

alec had tried to talk him out of the tattoo on the grounds that having it’ll make life in the downworld difficult for magnus, especially after alec’s gone, but magnus refuses to budge on the subject. “i can make it invisible to everyone but myself if i have to,” he explains, finally. “i probably –” he chokes. “i probably will. you’ll be mine alone, then.” alec nods. they don’t sleep that night, lying awake and quiet in each other’s arms til daylight.

maryse attends the wedding. she doesn’t cry, but it’s a near thing. magnus has saved alec’s life so many times in so many ways that she can’t help but accept him and who he is to alec for it, though them being on decent terms with each other was hard and painfully won. (one of the worst fights alec and magnus ever had was over her.)

lydia attends. she cries. she cries a lot. “i’m so happy for you’” she tells alec, hugging him at the reception. “so’m i,” he says when they part, nodding over her shoulder at her fiancee where she’s talking and laughing with magnus. lydia smiles, in tears all over again. alec gives her another hug and then so does magnus. “thank you,” magnus says, holding her hands in his. it’s weighted with so much sincerity and so sharply edged in old pain that lydia can only nod in response. magnus smiles and magicks a gift into her hands. it’s a framed picture of henry branwell as he worked on creating the portal with magnus, pulled from magnus’ memory. he’s smiling at magnus in it, having just discovered what will be the key to making the portals work. “he’d be very proud of you, pumpkin. he’d have admired your audacity,” magnus tells her. lydia cries some more.

alec asks magnus to try out make-up on him once on a night that they’re set to go to a rave at magnus’ club – just for kicks. (“really?” magnus asks, surprised. alec grins. “yeah, it’ll be fun.” magnus knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he doesn’t ask twice.) magnus gathers every bit of make-up he has, glitter and eyeshadow and lipstick even, though he’s not been in a lipstick phase for a few decades now (he always keeps some just in case) and he’s pretty partial to the kiss-bitten red he can naturally induce on alec’s lips. anyway, he’s all geared up to go full-blown and then he gets eyeliner on alec and has to sit down. they miss the rave.

alec was never much for the party scene before magnus, but there’s nothing quite like dancing with magnus beneath those flashing lights. they dance so close that alec can’t see or feel anything else, which is honestly his preferred way to live. plus, magnus looks so goddamn elemental in the club, his cat eyes glittering beneath his smokey eyeshadow, blue light flickering over his skin. it takes alec apart.

during times when they haven’t been able to get away to verbally check in with each other re: their mental health (something that alec especially has worked hard to be able to talk about honestly in their relationship, learning the language he needs to express his experiences and needs and coming to understand that being open about them with magnus is good and necessary), they’ll place two fingers on the inside of the other’s wrist as though checking their pulse as a quick and unobtrusive way of checking in, especially when there are other people around. if one of them does need to talk, they make the time and space to do so if at all possible. if it’s not possible, they’ll hang a little closer to each other, maintaining physical contact as much as they can, hand holding, leaning against one another, hands on backs and upper arms and shoulders.

alec suffers chronic pain. he’s hard on his body, even for a shadowhunter, and he still can’t quite bring himself to use a healing rune when he doesn’t think he “deserves” it. magnus makes him ginger tea regularly, because ginger is a natural anti-inflammatory. alec accepts this based on the principal that magnus feels he “deserves” it and therefore it’s okay. it’s not really where magnus would like alec’s headspace to be on the issue, but it’s something.

magnus introduces alec to fall out boy – not even deliberately, he just lets his spotify saved songs shuffle– and alec loves them. his favorite fob album is folie a deux and he plays it full blast in magnus’ loft for days unto weeks, until magnus pleads with him to “at least choose a different album, alexander, i am begging you.”

(folie a deux does put a little extra…bounce in alec’s boxing work out though, which magnus – watching him hit the bag he bought for the loft while nursing a cocktail and lounging on the couch – can certainly appreciate. his loft is so much more aesthetically pleasing now that alec’s in it all the time.)

alec sleeps like a kid: kicking and pushing and taking over the entire bed. magnus finds this almost unbearably adorable and wouldn’t change it for anything – except that he does need to sleep sometimes. alec suggests that maybe touch will keep him from being the world’s worst bedmate. (he and jace used to sleep back to back as kids; jace had a lot of bad nights after the “death” of his “father” and was most comfortable going to alec with them. alec can’t remember jace ever complaining that he was particularly kick-y.) since magnus is a clinger, this ends up working well. they sleep pressed as close together as they can get most nights, although there are still some times when magnus wakes up with alec spread-eagle diagonally across the bed, one of his hands thrown over magnus’ face and a foot against magnus’ thigh trying to push him off the bed. magnus just laughs and gathers him up again; most of the time, alec doesn’t even wake up for that part.

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