When An Ex Tries To Get Back With His Pregnant Wife (Mafia AU, Requested)
You and Namjoon took a stroll through Seoul, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. It wasn’t often he could publicly go out with you for fear of someone harming you. With both of you dressed in masks and hats, adding sunglasses for extra measure, you took a morning walk to fetch baby supplies.
Namjoon hated when you hid your bump even if it wasn’t on purpose. So when you shrugged on the long black rain coat, he pouted in an adorable fashion.
Your thoughts fled you when you spotted an adorable pair of bright pink VANS made for newborns. You tugged on Namjoon’s long sleeve like a child yourself.
“Hang on, I’ll go in and buy them. Why don’t you look at the clothes while you wait?” You squealed and gave him a peck on the cheek before you scanned through the children’s clothes while Namjoon checked out.
“Y/n?” That voice made you freeze. You looked over your shoulder to the man with the wide grin. It was your ex. Your first real relationship. “I haven’t seen you in years! How are you?” He moved in for a hug but a strong hand caught the collar of his jacket.
“Can I help you?” Namjoon’s voice was rough and cold, the same one used with interrogating. Your husband fitted himself tightly between you and your ex.
“It’s alright Joonie. He’s an old friend.” Namjoon relaxed under your soft touch. Before he could open his mouth to apologize, the other man had scurried off to hide. Namjoon chuckled and handed you the small bag with the shoes.
“You do realize I know that was your ex, right?”
Jin was overprotective of you during your pregnancy. Always keeping a hand on your stomach or keeping you no further than arms distance. So when you went out for an evening walk to catch some fresh air, Jin was right there. You were dressed in only his t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
Jin begged you to at least put on a coat but you shook your head and exited onto the street. Your penthouse apartment was in the center of the city, courtesy of Jin himself. So the street was damn near packed even at this time of night.
You had a bag of your favorite chips stuffed in one hand and shoved them in your mouth. Jin was leaning against the doorway, secretly admiring you from afar. That was until a man continually stared at you from the other side of the street.
“Y/n? Y/n L/n?” The man approached you with a warm smile: you nearly chocked on your chips. Jin knew not to be hasty, but his anger boiled. “How’s life? You look as beautiful as ever!” That’s when his gaze dropped to your stomach. “Deadbeat dad?”
Before you could answer your ex had raised his hand. “No need to explain. Why don’t I take you out for dinner. We could catch up.”
“She won’t be needing your company. Hi, I’m the deadbeat dad!” Jin wrapped his arm around you shoulder and stuck out his hand in a threatening manner. Your ex stuttered, and when Jin leaned in closer, he took off into the crowd of people.
You rolled your eyes at Jin’s behavior and kissed his throat. “Cmon “Deadbeat” let’s go back inside.“
“Yoongi, I just want some Ice Cream!” Nobody in their right mind would wake up Yoongi while he was sleeping. He was scary as hell when disturbed. But you were even scarier when you didn’t get what you wanted. It was 2am and Yoongi wouldn’t budge. Even if you knew how dangerous it was to go out alone, you were having bad cravings.
You flipped on the closet light and fished out a sweatshirt and stretchy pants. When you tried to tip-toe across the bedroom, Yoongi groaned.
“Where do you think your going?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Three words. Ice cream run.”
“Give me 5 minutes.” Five minutes it was on the dot. You were at the 24 hour supermarket and was loading the buggy with ice cream. Pickles sounded good right about now. So when Yoongi kneeled down to grab a gallon of Cookies and Cream, you snuck off to the pickles.
Of course the world had damned you and put them on the highest shelf. With one hand over your stomach, you stood on your yippie toes to reach them. A longer arm however plucked them up first. You turned to see your ex, dressed in an apron that the employees wore.
“Here you go mi- Y/n? Damn you look as fine as ever!” You clenched your teeth at his comment. His immature behavior is why you left him in the first place. He was a sleazy dog and he knew it. “You put on a few pounds but that’s alright. Why don’t you meet me after work?” He started to approach you with a wicked grin on his face.
“Back off!” Yoongi forced himself in front of you and stood at attention. You could practically see the hair on the back of his neck stand up much like a dog. “If you touch her, I’ll make sure you lose every last one of your fingers. Now give me the damn pickles.” Your ex hastily handed Yoongi the pickles and ran off in the opposite direction.
You frowned and grabbed the jar. “He got Bread and Butter…” you pouted. Yoongi just chuckled at your behavior and nuzzled the skin behind your ear.
Hoseok and you were having a lazy day. Namjoon had insisted Hoseok work from home to spend extra time with you and his unborn child. You were lazily drawing circles on your belly button, feeling the soft flutter of hiccups from your precious baby boy. Hoseok placed his hand in the same exact spot where the movement happened, and smiled with delight when a little foot pressed against his hand.
“He’s fussy today.” You groaned and placed a hand on your lower back, rolling a little to wrap a leg around Hoseok’s waist. He ha show laptop on the arm of the couch and used his other hand to rub your arm soothingly.
Your phone buzzed for the millionth time that day. You weren’t even going to look at it but Hoseok saw how your eyebrows knotted together in annoyance. “Who keeps messaging you?”
“Just one of my old exes. Don’t worry about it. I’m trying to ignore him.” Your voice grew heavy and the next time Hoseok turned to speak to you, sleep had taken over. Another ding from your phone had him narrowing his eyes. He clicked on your screen so he could view your messages. He knew you would never be unfaithful but he also knew this guy was annoying you to no end.
Rows upon rows of this guy confession to you, saying how he wanted to be with you again. Hoseok smirked to himself and opened a new tab on his computer. He’d make sure this guy never bothered you again.
An hour later, you emerged from your nap. Hoseok had placed a pillow to replace him and gave you a fuzzy blanket. The T.V remote was placed by your swollen stomach. Hoseok was most likely having a meeting with the rest of the Bangtan Members. You turned on the nightly news out of boredom and narrowed your eyes at screen.
There was your ex on the nightly news being interviewed. He was swearing up and down that his bank account was full moments ago, and that it was completely empty the next second. The headline was stated as following: “Mysterious String of Empty Bank Accounts Rising”.
You picked up your phone and sent your husband a quick text.
Jimin and you were setting on a park bench, enjoying each other’s company. The jungle gym in front of you was filled to the brim with kids. That would be your little girl some day, swinging from the handlebars while Jimin held her up so she could reach.
Jimin rubbed your belly softly. Little kicks followed the path of his hand much to his amusement, and your discomfort.
“She’s a daddy’s girl already.” Jimin kissed your lips sweetly. The chime of a bell tore your attention to the wagon filled with frozen treats.
“Jimieeee!” You pointed to the ice cream cart. Jimin shook his head with a laugh and fished out money from his pocket.
“Wait here. Chocolate right?” You nodded excitedly and watched him approach the wagon. Another figure took his seat, a man you recognized all too well.
“Chocolate Ice cream for a Y/n?” Your ex was a smug bastard, able to have his way with almost anyone. With a deep frown you tried to ignore him completely as he held out the one to you. He yelled however, when a flying stone cracked against his fingers, the ice cream splattering on the bench.
“She stopped liking your ice cream a long time ago.” Jimin grabbed your elbow and helped you to your feet. He handed you the ice cream a shot your ex a look that could kill. “As you can tell, she’s yet to have her fill of mine though.” He laid a hand on your swollen stomach and pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth.
When you parted for air your ex was gone, and Jimin was now the smug one.
“You are so dirty! Now go get my sprinkles.”
Taehyung and you were visiting the local mall to shop. Cribs of a bassinet were on today’s agenda. You ran your fingers across the fine oak of a crib, marveling at the craftsmanship. Taehyung came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.
“Do you like this one?” His voice was deep yet soft. You nodded anxiously. He chuckled and lifted the box in his own two arms. “Why don’t you pick out some blankets?”
Taehyung didn’t have a budget when it came to you and his unborn baby. He’d buy you the sun and moon if it would make you happy. You had been raised with little to nothing like Tae, that’s one reason you connected.
Tae went to pay for the crib while you picked through the mint green blankets. You had yet to find out the sex of the baby, wanting to wait to be surprised. “Y/n is that you?”
Your ex stood there with an armful of children’s clothes in his arms. He was clearly a worker here. That surprised you, seeing how arrogant he was. You had expected him to be a CEO, not a worker at a baby store.
“I have nothing to say to you.” The last time you had seen your ex, he was being towed away in a cop car. He was highly abusive, verbally and physically.
“Give me one more chance-” he peered over the rack to see your stomach, 7 months full with child. “Knocked up?”
“Watch your mouth.” Taehyung dropped the box he was carrying at your feet and squared up to the man. He towered a few inches above him and his strong jaw was set.
“C'mon Tae, we don’t have time for filth like him.” You grabbed his hand and motioned for him to pick up the box and leave. Taehyung did so unwillingly. When you both made it to the car, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him with full force of passion.
“I love you.”
Jungkook had invited you to one of his underground matches. Some might say that this was no place for a woman who was 5 months pregnant, but you loved the adrenaline. Jungkook was up next to fight and you had a front row seat.
You scanned his opponent, broad shoulders and all. He turned around to put his mouth piece in and you recognized him immediately. That was the ex.
You knew he had been a fighter, but not for underground matches like this. He must have fallen low. Unfortunately, he noticed you as well. He stripped out of his shirt and kneeled in front of you.
“Hey pretty girl. Remember me? Why don’t you congratulate the winner afterwards?” He made a V shape with his fingers and slid his thick tongue between them. You cringed at the sight and gagged. Little did he know, Jungkook was standing behind him with nostrils flares and fist clenched.
The ref called action with a blow of his whistle and you had never seen a faster fight. Jungkook threw a single punch to your ex’s skull and he was out like a light. Your husband continued to beat the bastard senseless. Blood finally spurred from his mouth and two burly men had to drag him away.
He hopped the rope and collected you in his arms. Jungkook lifted the front of your shirt and placed a sloppy kiss on your belly button. The crowd cheered on the champion and his affection towards you.
“I like his idea Y/n. Why don’t you come congratulate me in the locker room?”
Soooo I think this’ll be the first time I’ll be this vocal about a chapter in BnHA because it’s just so f u c k i n g good! Of course, there were others that left me like a dying whale calling for help but yeah, you know the point.
1. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 1). So let me begin with this. I am not able to articulate how much I admire him in this panel. You can really see his motivation, his drive to become the very best (that no one ever was lol).
2. MY PROBLEM WITH SIR NIGHTEYE. I know at one point in our lives we wished for an ability to manipulate time (either travel back into the past or see into the future or both). As it is, time manipulation is indeed a very useful (and powerful, to some extent) power.
But I realized that with sir Nighteye, as the chapters in this arc progressed, he had the habit of treating his visions as black and white? Like if his “prophecy“ or vision did not happen then everything is screwed up goodbye everybody see you in Hero heaven.
His foresight does him credit, I give him that. But the problem is that he eliminates all the other possibilities just because he saw one likely future. I surmise he lacks faith in other people twisting their fates, which is just sad. But Deku’s gonna make him realize that fates are indeed twistable. Which brings me to the next one…
3. OCHAKO BEING THE BEST GIRL. I’ve always rooted for her. I‘ve always considered her to be the best girl. But I‘ll be damned, this panel just made me decide that she’s really the bestest girl in BnHA.
As I pointed out in 2, Nighteye easily loses hope when everything goes south. That’s the cue for our best girl here. She won’t take any shit from a prophetic guy who tells her boy friend (see that space there? yes, that’s going to vanish soon enough HAHAHAHA) is going to die. While some may argue that the likeliness of Deku being gravely injured (or much worse, dying) is kind of high, given the situation, I agree with Ochako saying that nobody truly knows what’s going to happen until it actually happens.
It’s not blind optimism, everyone. There are times that we must keep on pushing despite everyone telling us that we’re going to fail.
Also, I feel like she’s gonna unleash the torrential rain of rocks just like she did in her fight with Bakugo during the Sports fest. Look at those floating rocks!
I feel like I should point out that this is, to some extent, an IzuOca scene!!!!!!!!!! I’m screaming
4. NIGHTEYE’S EPIPHANY. After Ochako’s best girl moment, we see in the next panel that Nighteye was reminded of Deku’s (or Mirios? I have quite forgotten) attitude regarding those future mumbo-jumbos. I think he realized that he should not let whatever future laid out before him unfold without doing something about it, especially when it’s about the death of his comrade. I‘m looking forward to what he’s going to do when he gets to the surface.
5. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 2). Need I say something?
6. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 3). Let’s see what we have here. I love how he made Eri‘s quirk look so unaggressive? Like it was not meant for destruction but for helping people? Those words, uttered by our best cinnamon roll, were what Eri needed during that time. She needed to know that she was not some weapon of mass destruction. She needed to know that even if she couldn’t control her quirk, there was someone who would entrust his whole being to her care. It’s so beautiful I can‘t help but tear up a little.
7. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 4). I had to refrain from screaming outright at this part because my mother was lying beside me and she might think I finally lost it.
I’ve seen people say that Deku‘s plan is half insane, half maniacal. It’s true, to be quite honest. Using OfA at its full potential without any regards to his well-being just because he’s with a person that can rewind his physical state is plain insane to me.
However, what I see in there is his complete trust in Eri that she won’t hurt him. Just like what I said in the previous item, Eri needed someone to see her as a person, not a tool. Deku, being the smart cookie he is, knew that and gave Eri the confidence boost she unknowingly needed.
And that’s it folks! Damn, it felt so cathartic, ranting like that. I initially thought this arc would be boring but boy was I wrong. I found myself hotly anticipating every chapter that comes out every week, especially when it features my best boi. GAH PLEASE GIVE ME THE NEXT CHAPTER
Hello again! I wrote this in about half and hour and didn’t proof-read or anything, so it may be a mess, but hopefully it’s alright? This is a Peter Parker story about the reader having an awful day and Peter being there to help make it better. I got a request for an imagine about Tom comforting an upset reader, but I just changed it to a Peter fic, so I hope that’s okay!
Peter and Ned rushed down the hallway, late for class as per usual, each boy faulting the other for the possible detention slip that loomed over their heads. Truthfully, they were both guilty parties.
Ned and Peter had gotten hungry after gym class and snuck off campus during their lunch break to grab sandwiches at the shop a few blocks down. They’d been so absorbed by greasy fries and vanilla malts that they had forgotten to check the clock. To make it to physics on time, the boys had needed to run down the street, which proved very difficult seeing as the streets were always crowded with too many people. You could barely bend over to tie your shoe without someone getting in your way and vice versa.
“This is so annoying!” Peter whined, “I can’t deal with a detention today, what if Mr. Stark needs me, or like, I don’t know, I’ve got to somehow figure out how to multiply myself so I can be about a thousand places at once so I can fight all the city’s crime.” He bent over for a second to wait for Ned to catch up.
“Dude, shut up,” Ned wheezed, “I think I’m just going to take the detention slip, I’m over this.” He braced himself with a harsh hand on Peter’s shoulder. “This is like taking gym all over again.”
“No, Ned, we’re so close! I’m sure that we can drag ourselves a few more feet.” Peter encouraged his best friend, while the pair moved sluggishly up the stairs.
Ned opened his mouth with a witty retort in mind, when Peter smacked a hand over his chest to steady him. “Do you hear that?” Peter mumbled.
The boys strained their ears and heard the soft pitter patter of heels clacking against the floor above them. The longer they listened, the more amplified the clicks became. “Shit,” Ned cursed, “we’re so getting caught. I am not down for detention right now.”
The boys fumbled on the stairs, unsure of which direction they should run in when the noise traveled nearer and nearer to where they stood on the stairs. “Maybe we’ll just get a firm talking to for being late again?” Peter said, doing his best to think positively in the face of defeat.
Ned groaned, slumping his shoulders, as he too accepted the fact that he and his best friend were about to be completely vanquished by whatever school staff member was about to bust them for their constant tardiness.
Peter moaned and leaned back into the banister, taking out his phone to text both Aunt May and Mr. Stark that he would be unavailable for a few more hours after class. The boys both lifted their heads up to meet the furious gaze of the teacher that never came.
Instead, the young girl that breezed past the boys was one of their friends, and Peter’s biggest crush yet. When Liz Allen hadn’t worked out, Liz had made sure to introduce Peter to her friend, who was in the same grade as Peter and Ned. She even shared more than a few classes with the pair of them.
She stunned Peter on a daily basis. Whether it was her ability to quote Shakespearean literature like it was a simple recipe that she’d learned over the weekend, drink eight lattes a day, manipulate chemicals to do as she pleased, or her capability to be the kindest person he’d ever met, Peter was always left breathless. She was nice to everyone, even to the people who didn’t deserve it and had never flaunted her beauty or brains in a way that hurt a classmate intentionally. Peter didn’t think he had ever heard her utter a mean word about someone in his entire life, even when people would say horrid things to her.
She comforted Peter on his lowest nights, even without being near him. She had a soft voice and he imagined cuddling up with her in bed, while she played with his curls and listened to him cry about the level of stress that he was under without ever making fun of him. Besides that, she was easily the most beautifully luminous girl in Peter and Ned’s entire high school.
Although, right now, she was wiping her eyes and trying to cover up the sobs that drifted past her lips. Peter’s eyes widened and he looked to Ned and then back at the girl that he desperately desired to make his own, and then back at Ned.
“Go,” Ned urged, pushing Peter in an attempt to steer him closer to her. “Go or it’ll be too late. She likes you and you like her, stop being a baby, Parker. Tony Stark can’t do everything for you.”
A few weeks ago, a rumor spread that she had gotten a little too tipsy at one of Liz’s parties and had accidently, and quite loudly, revealed that she harbored a massive crush on Peter Parker. Peter had been quick to brush off the rumor, claiming that it was only started to embarrass her, remained unaware that the rumor wasn’t just a rumor, and was an actual fact.
Before Peter could take offense to Ned’s statement, something clicked in his brain and he was tearing down the stairs, trying to make his way to her before she reached the school’s front door.
He called out her name just as her hand closed over the door’s handle. She turned, brown mascara smudged beneath her eyes and waved, her lips quivering into a soft smile that she aimed at Peter before she pulled open the door and walked through it.
“Shit,” Peter mumbled, breaking into a full run in hopes of getting to her before she drove off.
Her day had been so horrible, no matter how she tried to look at. All she wanted was for Peter Parker to wrap his surprisingly muscular arms around her frame, pull her onto his lap, and allow her to cry into his neck while he whispered soft words of reassurement to her. She logiticied that Peter hadn’t reciprocate her feelings, seeing as Liz had been his crush since day one, no matter what Liz said, so she would have to settle for her warm, pink bed, a tub of ice-cream, and a Harry Potter movie marathon.
Peter called her name out once again, nearly tripping over his own two feet to stand in front of her. “Wait,” he wheezed, all of his words crawling back down his throat when he looked upon her face.
Fresh tears glimmered in her eyes, her rosey lipgloss had been disturbed, her lower lip trembled and Peter was almost lost for words. He had never seen her look so sad before and he decided right then and there that he would find the person who did this to her and destroy them, spidey suit or not.
“What’s the matter?” Peter said gently, moving to hug her close, but then dropping his hands because she hadn’t said that he was allowed to touch her and Peter wouldn’t ever want to make her heart hurt more.
In reality, the girl knew that she was probably being over-dramatic and silly, but she couldn’t help it. Everything that she had worked so hard for was collapsing in on her and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn’t even one in the afternoon and she had suffered through three anxiety attacks, and was currently on the brink of another one.
She opened her mouth to respond to Peter, but when she couldn’t make her mouth move past a strangled sob, she simply shrugged her shoulders and catapulted herself into Peter’s arms.
Peter reacted automatically, cradling the small of her back to him while he rubbed soft circles onto her spine. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered into her floral smelling hair, “tell me what I can do to fix it and I’ll do it.”
They stood like that for a while, Peter slowly rocking them back and forth, while he supported the meager weight of her shaking frame in his arms. He spoke to her tenderly, telling her that he would help her make whatever was hurting her okay before she lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Peter, I’m going to get you into trouble.” She sniffled, “you should be in class, I know that you love physics.”
“If you haven’t noticed,” Peter said, raising his eyebrows, “I don’t give half a damn about physics right now, you’re the only one who brought it up. I want to be where you are so I can help.”
She prayed that she wouldn’t regret what she was about to ask Peter, “do you wanna come home with me? We’re both going to get detention if we stay out here for much longer. I promise I’ll compensate you with warm chocolate chip cookies and coffee,” she trailed off, refusing to meet Peter’s hopeful gaze.
“Okay,” Peter said, “but I don’t know if you should drive right now,” he pointed to her shaking hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt by accident.”
She nodded her head, planning on ordering an uber and just leaving her car at the school.
“If you want, I can drive us home, I swear I know how.” Peter offered, a cherry blush spilling over his cheeks.
The girl dug through her purse before retrieving her car keys. “Okay, Peter. I trust you.”
Peter smiled at her before taking hold her keys and leading her into the parking lot. He couldn’t believe that she still looked so pretty after having just sobbed into his sweater.
“Peter?” She asked softly, tugging at his sleeve to make him look at her. “Thank you for being so good to me.”
He shook his head and leaned in, and before he could stop himself, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. Peter’s eyes widened, but before he could have his own panic attack, she flashed a real smile at him and pulled Peter forward, through lanes and lanes of parked cars.
Request: Can you
write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he
did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.
Request: Could you
write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to
dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute
Word Count: 1,673
Thank you! I hope it’s
what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3
“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the
ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the
kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even
kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince
his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and
he eats the last bloody one.”
Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing
bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”
“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I
haven’t been dragging his spawn around
inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I
wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”
“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but
you just shoot him a sardonic glare.
“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this
might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to
get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon
at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for
nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms
with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.
“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another
plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing
efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means
turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The
brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that
you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at
“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But
he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn
Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something
without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at
“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom
of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though
hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door
“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about
everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly,
a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt
the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re
finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong,
he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”
“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not
even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in
all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his
biological brother for years.
“You’re going to be fine,
Y/N. All three of you.”
“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.
“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N.
Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile
on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has
mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through
everything else. This is just another adventure.”
You let the silence hang between you for a few moments,
before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him
know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.
“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell
someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.”
You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of
seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”
“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your
shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on,
Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”
He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard
you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re
still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful,
nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.
“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”
Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks
– have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that
Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her
personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps
should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days,
if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually
where you can be found.
When you find that the something
pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re
less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being
sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some)
when he wants to. What you are more
surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in
front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your
“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way.
I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only
actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much
for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not
too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in
a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a
He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even
you to pick up at this point, but what you do
feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought
it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually
became more endearing than anything else.
“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is
that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death
situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it
distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll
never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll
be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably
He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up
against your skin.
“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the
childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared
for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat
and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed
off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that
ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And
neither am I.”
There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously
trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of
course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon
as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early,
Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting
out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never
with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.
You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You
really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes,
His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re
awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly
glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small
“So you’re not mad
at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and,
once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.
“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been
done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting
position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and
the other hand still laced with yours.
“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and
I were thinking about-“
“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.”
You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I…
was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was
being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”
“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads
over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.
“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe
He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft
kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N.
You – both of you – you’re my world now.”
So Im doing a thing now, where Ill be answering Spideypool prompts every Sunday because I love to write them. Drop prompts in my ask box, and Ill try to get to them! NSFW are fine, but my NSFW SP is A. Garfield with Ryan Reynolds, anything with T. Holland will have to be completely platonic.
This one is for @iwannabebrilliant for the prompt and for @lilithien-bell who is having a rough day. This got a little longer than I thought and heads up for some smut!
Wade loved Peter’s apartment. It was a far cry from his shitty one bedroom on the other side of town. Apparently working at Stark Industries in the science-y tech-y lab thing doing whatever it was geniuses did meant that Peter could afford this adorable little townhome, with it’s little planter boxes full of flowers and one and a half baths and big master bedroom and good sized kitchen with one of those ridiculous island things that only rich people seemed to have and a great big oven and—
Hello what’s this? An adorable boyfriends butt bent over that great big oven whilst baking cookies?
Completely derailed from his initial plan of taking a shower, Wade decided to lean against the kitchen door frame and just…watch…for a few minutes.
“I can feel your eyes on my ass, you giant pervo.” Peter said without turning away from his mixing bowl, and Wade smiled without even bothering to look up from the aforementioned ass. “And don’t even think about propositioning me for kitchen sex because I–” Peter stood on his toes to reach the baking soda on the top shelf of the cupboard. “I am still sore from this morning.”
“You say propositioning like there’s money changing hands.” Wade protested. “You know I’d never treat you like that.”
“Wade.” Peter still hadn’t turned around, concentrating on his recipe. “Last night you handed me a twenty, slapped my ass, and told me to go get myself something pretty.”
Wade ran a hand over his bare scalp and grinned. “And did you go get something pretty?”
Peter wiped a hand on his apron, hooked a thumb in the waistband of his sweats and shoved them down just enough to give Wade a quick flash of something lace.
“Ooph!” Peter huffed a laugh when Wade was suddenly pinning him to the counter, rough hands pulling at his pants impatiently. “Get off! I’m cooking!”
“Let me see!” Wade whined and Peter shook his head firmly, holding his pants up so Wade couldn’t move them. “Petey pie, how you gonna flash that at me and then not let me see the rest?”
“It’s called a tease. And if you had patience like any grown man, you would know that good things come to those who wait.”
“That’s true.” Wade admitted, as he slid his hands up and under Peter’s t shirt to pinch and play with his nipples, smiling when he felt his boyfriend’s breath catch. “That’s so true, Pete. I should probably learn some patience.”
“You-you should.” Peter said cautiously– or maybe not so much cautiously as sort of breathlessly because Wade was rocking against him in a very tale-tell not subtle way at all. “But you should also back off, because I have cookies coming out of the oven in about six minutes and if they are burned I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Who are the cookies for?” Wade asked innocently, and let his teeth scrape behind Peter’s ear, then moved down his neck with licks and sharp little bites.
“Aunt-Aunt May.” Peter stammered and Wade hummed in approval.
“Sweetest old lady I ever did see. You should be making her cookies. God knows she puts up with enough from you.”
“From me?” Peter protested, and went to shove Wade away, but that meant he had to let go of his pants and Wade had them down to his thighs in the blink of an eye. “God dammit.” he sighed, but he wasn’t actually all that upset because Wade made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a growl and damn did Peter love when he sounded like that.
“Red and black.” Wade muttered, leaving one hand under Peter’s shirt on his chest, and letting the other drop to touch the ridiculous lace Peter had put on this morning. “I completely approve of your choice. If I didn’t know better I’d think you wore these for me.”
“I like to bake cookies in them!” Peter retorted, but there was no irritation in his voice, not when he heard the zip of Wade’s fly and could feel Wade lying heavy and hot against him. “Wade, I have cookies in the oven.” he warned again.
“Is that you saying no?” Wade asked, because even after six months he always asked and Peter wasn’t sure if that was because consent was so important to Wade, or if it was because the mercenary still couldn’t believe that Peter wanted him. Either way–
“It’s me reminding you that if the cookies burn because of you, I will kick your ass!” Peter corrected, and then softer- “but you know it’s a yes.”
“Baby boy.” Wade crooned and Peter bit his lip and wiggled a little because he loved loved when Wade called him baby boy. It had been a joke back when they were just Deadpool and Spiderman but now that they were dating…
“Baby boy.” Wade said again. “I promise you won’t burn your cookies. And I know you’re sore so let’s do—” some fumbling, and Peter yelped when oil dripped down his lower back and soaked through the thin material. “Let’s do this. Oh fuck yeah.” Wade thrust sharply, his cock sliding through the mess of oil and against the lace. “Oh fuck, oh that’s good.”
“Wade.” Peter bit out, and arched his back, shoving his ass back against him. “If you get yourself off and don’t take care of me–”
“Hey hey.” Wade grunted as he thrust again, then rolled his hips to up the friction, groaning out loud as he did. “Baby you were the one– spread your legs a little, damn that’s good like that– you were the one to say good things come to those who wait.”
“You can’t be serious.” Peter choked, but he still braced himself against the counter, holding still and letting Wade rut against him as hard as he wanted, those big hands undoubtedly leaving bruises on his hips, but it was fine, god it was fine because Peter fucking loved it.
“Will you please–” Wade was still talking, because not even impromptu almost sex against a kitchen counter could stop his mouth from running. “Will you please just let me do this without complaining?”
“You’re the one who hasn’t shut up.” Peter gasped and Wade bit his ear sharply, grinning when Peter moaned and shivered beneath him.
“Yeah well, you knew that when you fell in love with me.” Wade spread Peter’s cheeks so he could thrust directly against his hole and Peter jerked and swore, and pushed back for more.
Sore be damned.
“Yeah, I fucking did.” Peter nodded frantically. “I did know you never shut up when I fell in love with you and it didn’t stop me, did it?”
“Pete–” Wade’s voice dropped, because even though they were teasing and he was basically trying to fuck Peter through his underwear– he never ever got tired of Peter telling him he loved him. That they were in love. That this was what he wanted. That Wade was what he wanted.
“What?” Peter retorted, but there was no heat in his tone, just affection. “You want to talk about our feelings or you want to ruin these ridiculous panties I’m wearing?”
“Fuck!” Wade swore and pushed against him harder, watching the muscles in the beautiful kids arms and back bunch as he braced himself against the counter.
“You better hurry up.” Pete challenged. “Cookies are almost done and you know what that means.” Wade grumbled against his shoulder and spread him further, stroking himself through the lace and slick oil, pushing the head of his cock at Pete’s entrance. “Come on, baby, come on.” Peter was panting now, pushing back against him and Wade shoved the lace panties aside so he was sliding over bare skin.
“Want to be in you.” he half demanded, half pleaded and Peter’s whispered yeah of course, Wade fuck yes had him grabbing the oil and spreading it all over that perfectly smooth skin and pushing deep inside that beautiful body in one quick stroke.
Peter screamed, not because it hurt, but because the stretch was good, and the burn was so good, and he was still open and probably wet from this morning and last night and damn it, damn it nothing felt as right as when Wade was buried balls deep inside him.
It was just good, all of it was so good and Wade must have agreed because he didn’t have time to even move before he was coming, holding Peter against the counter, his hips jerking helplessly as he filled him and Peter put his head down on his arms and tried to remember to breathe.
Wade was good, and he was always going to say yes to his boyfriend, but Wade was big and he didn’t think he’d ever really get used to it.
Which was one hundred percent fine with him.
“Wade.” He tightened his body and smirked when Wade yelped.
“Pete! Give a guy a second before you try to vice-grip his dick off!”
“Charming.” Peter said dryly. “But while you were blanked out and drooling on my shoulder the timer for the oven went off.”
“Damn.” Wade sighed, kissing his neck sweetly. “Are the cookies burnt?”
“Are you gonna kick my ass?”
“Well not only did you burn the cookies, but you also managed to do all of this without touching me once so–”
“I touched your butt.” Wade countered and Peter rolled his eyes.
“Without touching what I wanted you to touch.” he corrected. “So yeah. I should kick your ass. But instead…”
“Instead?” Wade said hopefully.
“Instead, help me finish baking the rest of these, and I’ll show you what else I bought, but only if you give me a blow job while I’m wearing it.”
“Oh my god.” Wade eased out of him carefully, pulling the thoroughly ruined panties back up over Peter’s ass, and putting his sweatpants back on as well before tucking himself back into his jeans. “Oh, baby boy, this is like the best punishment for burning cookies ever.”
“Okay.” Wade folded his arms. “I was definitely under the impression that you had bought more sexy underwear, not– not this.”
Peter looked down at his outfit, the flannel bottoms and matching button up flannel top complete with slippers. “What’s wrong with my pajamas?”
“Nothing.” another frown. “I just thought you would be wearing something sexy.”
“Are you saying flannel jams aren’t sexy?” Peter looked horrified.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Wade retorted.
“Well tough shit.” Peter flopped back onto the couch, legs spread, and beckoned for him. “Because I said a blow job and I meant it.”
Wade grumbled some more, but when he dropped to his knees and licked his lips, he was smiling.
“I love you.” Peter leaned over and kissed him, drawing his fingers lightly over the scars that covered Wade’s face, running gentle hands down his equally scarred shoulders and arms. “You know that.”
“I know.” Wade grinned. “I love you too. And I’ll never burn cookies again.”
“Yeah but, are you complaining?” Wade raised an eyebrow, and dropped his head, opening his mouth wide.
Peter shrieked but Wade had his mouth too full to comment on it.
And another night of the man we all claim to want to be heel who just did a heel thing, but we’re fake mad because he’s their top babyface.
Bottom line, folks: WWE and literally Roman Reigns himself have been telling us for a whole damn year - The night after Wrestlemania 32, to be precise, that Roman is not a good OR bad guy. They’ve been fucking spelling it out for us for I don’t know how long that Roman is a TWEENER.
Roman is not a traditional babyface. You all claim that you don’t want another Cena situation when it comes to the top guy - Congratulations! They’re giving us a complex character that dabbles between both good and evil. But for some reason, It’s still not registering to 99.9% of you, because I honestly think you DO want another Cena. You want Reigns to come out and give us some cookie cutter jive about not giving up and the American way (lol), because you want to be able to say that Vince churned out another “failed baby face”.
When in reality: He’s been giving us exactly what we wanted. Asshole, egotistical and doesn’t give two shits about anyone Roman Reigns.
Sure, he’s still being marketed as a babyface because he makes a lot of damn money for the company. But when it comes to booking, he can do anything he wants. How some of you refuse to see that is beyond me.
Here is everything I expect to happen in this finale. Some dot points are kind of vague… some things I literally have no idea what to expect! The main one I’m locking in is that A.D. is Twincer, the rest is extra fluffy commentary.
There is no such thing as a filler scene. Even if we get a scene with Spencer and Alison frickn baking cookies talking about good books they’ve read lately. That is not a filler. Don’t look at that scene literally, and say “I couldn’t give a damn if they make chocolate chip cookies or raisin cookies”. Look at the symbolism behind every scene: it could be serving as that character’s farewell scene (the last time we’ll ever see them) or it could be serving as showing character development from the pilot to now; how the writers want this character to bow out. I repeat: NOTHING is a filler. Everything is important, if you look at the meaning behind the scene, rather than what it conveys literally. For this reason, I think every scene will have me emotional.
Ezria, Haleb, Emison and Spoby will all be endgame.
The entire episode will be set in the future. “1 year later” will pop up at the beginning of the episode. And we find out our precious answers via flashbacks. We go from seeing Emison’s babies in the present, to flashing back to A.D.’s reveal, to going back to the present to see married Haleb, to flashing back to Ezria’s wedding, etc. Followed by another one year forward at the end of the finale.
A.D. is Spencer’s twin. A.D. stands for A_____ Drake, so Twincer is Mary’s third child. Twincer was never adopted by the Hastings, rather she grew up in Radley where she met her sister Charlotte. Mona came to Radley and told Charlotte and Twincer about the A-game, which the duo played together from season 3 onwards. Now that Charlotte is dead, Twincer is playing the game solo for once, trying to avenge the death of her only friend (and sister). On top of this, Twincer is angry at the Hastings for not adopting her, and is jealous of Spencer’s marvellous life. Twincer is harassing the other liars, because she wants to cause a divide in the group, ultimately to hurt Spencer. (Edit: but just like Mona thought CeCe was Ali… Mona had no idea it was Twincer, because she was on her meds. Unrealistic, I know, but they’ve done it before, they can do it again)
If A.D. is not Twincer, it will be another secret sibling. I get the vibes it will not be as simple as “the Ezra/Caleb/Wren/Melissa/Paige you’ve known this whole time is evil”.
Something controversial will happen that will spark conversation in the media. If they made Big A be transgender, imagine what they’ll do to Uber A?
WHEN WE FIRST SEE WHO IS UNDER THE HOODIE… I WILL NOT BELIEVE THAT IS TRULY A.D UNTIL A MASK COMES OFF. I am not accepting that person as A.D. until a mask comes off. It won’t be that easy.
A.D. has not been around since season 1. As elaborated above, I think A.D. was simply Charlotte’s team-mate, and this story only goes back to season 3. Seasons 1 and 2 will be completely irrelevant.
Mona will die. As we saw in the “1 day to go” promo by Freeform, Mona is still investigating who A.D. is. I think Mona will solve the game, and as she’s on her way to tell the girls who A.D. is, A.D. will kill her. This will not only be a move to protect their identity, but also as revenge for killing Charlotte.
A.D. will die in the end.
The father of Emison’s baby will not be important. AD stole a random donor’s sperm. Lame, I know, but I feel like this will be a repeat of the barrel story from 5B, where Marlene said Charlotte stole a cadaver from medical school.
Wren is Twincer’s helper. Twincer asked Wren to shoot him, so that when she goes over to Toby’s house and has sex with him, she’ll have that wound just like Spencer does.
Jenna is another AD minion.
Bethany Young will be mentioned in a really important way. I can’t pinpoint how, though. (x)
Charlotte was lying to the girls when explaining her story in 610. She never returned to Radley after Charles’ funeral. She was free to roam the streets of Rosewood. The only person who could verify Charlotte’s story is Jessica… and she’s dead. So, nothing Charlotte said in 610 can be proven as true. To fill the plot holes, they need to reveal that she lied.
They won’t fix the plot hole of Marion Cavanaugh’s death :(
Addison and Jenna are connected in some way.
Shower Harvey will not be mentioned at all… even though we still need to find out why she helped Charlotte… we will never know.
The final scene will be Hanna announcing she is pregnant and one of the liars going away. Still using the formula from dot point #3 - it’ll be the final scene, but technically still a flashback.
The ending has been described as “typical PLL” - I really think they’re setting up a spinoff with Addison. I pray not. If this isn’t the ending, then I hope it’s a cinematic shot of Mona’s grave, Charlotte’s grave, and AD’s grave lined up next to each other, with the girls declaring “we won”.
We will not find out about Wren’s shady phone call in 4A “we have a problem, you take care of your end and I’ll take care of mine”
We will never hear of Eddie Lamb again
Archer took on the identity of Doctor Elliot Rollins so that he can be with Charlotte.
Toby killed Yvonne by feeding her poisonous biscuits in 713, so he can be with Spencer. (Edit: but Spencer will never know this)
“That night” is 100% done and dusted and has no relevance to the finale. I hope I’m wrong though.
Y’all have @butterflies—instead to thank for showing me where to find the English dub of the second episode. As stated before, message me if you want to watch it. I apologize in advance for the quality of the gifs. Normally, I would credit the person who did the video, but I don’t want them to get in trouble in case they’re not a legit outlet. I can’t read German, so I have no idea who they are o_o
You can probably figure out where the site is on your own by the watermark on the gifs, though. If you can’t, message me and I’ll send you the link privately.
Spoilers for Miraculous Season 2 are below the cut!