Ohh For The Bird Brains Event, How About A Meet-cute With Damian At A Wayne Gala/charity Event? Reader

Ohh for the bird brains event, how about a meet-cute with Damian at a Wayne gala/charity event? Reader could be on the wait staff or a party guest, whichever you prefer!

this turned out kinda weird BUT i’ma roll with it. i hope you like it babe!

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ⎹ 𝓓.𝓦.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring damian wayne x reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning Damian’s been aged up to about 19 in this, he’s a little rude and demanding, but no real warnings.

summary this was supposed to be an easy gig to make some extra cash, but you can’t help but notice Damian Wayne won’t stop staring at you.

word count 1.9k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

this had been a good idea in theory.

you’d always wondered what the Wayne Charity Galas were like— of course, you’d always imagined seeing them through the eyes of a guest, and not a waitress serving drinks to the sloshed socialites. still, when your roommate told you she’d gotten the job for the two of you, it had been hard to turn down. one of those opportunities that don’t just fall out of the sky for everyone, and the lucky ones must snag them whilst they can.

however, you underestimated just how much booze the .1% could consume in an evening. traipsing back and forth across the ballroom in a constant duck and weave routine to avoid twirling couples, you would get to one side of the party, only to find your tray of champagne completely barren, and would have to trounce back into the kitchen for more.

and, of course, there was the uniform. you felt like a penguin, clad in a black and white romper that was so tight to your body it was giving you a perpetual wedgie. the neckline felt gratuitous in its dip, as did the sleek, black pumps that were murdering your poor feet.

moreover, you could feel a pair of piercing eyes on you every time you made another round. he was posted near the corner, arms crossed and had been wearing the same scowl since you’d first walked in. you knew who he was because of course you did, but you couldn’t find the nerve to actually meet his gaze— keeping your eyes fixed at the flutes balanced on your crystalline tray, instead. why was he glaring so hard? did you really look so out of place? or maybe it was the sheer ridiculousness of your outfit that he was looking at with disdain. but, if that were the case, why did you feel his stare on your face, as if he were trying to catch your gaze? moments felt like hours as you prayed the remaining glasses would disappear faster so you might have a reason to escape to the back again, but it seemed like Lady Luck was having too much fun in watching you stand there, blushing like a fool, trying not to look like you knew he was staring at you.

you fix your eyes to the dance floor, crowded with gorgeous women in gaudy gowns and dazzling jewels and their dapper companions, twirling and dipping them. it was almost like something out of a fairytale, a royal ball where every man’s suit probably cost more than your dented, little Camry parked outside. for a moment, you try to imagine what it might be like to be there, instead of on the sidelines, serving drinks. was it fun? freeing?

“Do you even know how to ballroom dance?” it was a curt question that comes from your left, cutting through your daydream and pulling you back to reality.

it takes you a moment to realize Damian had stepped up beside you, but now that you were aware of his closeness, you couldn’t think of anything else. the warmth of his figure, the softness of his suit, and the hints of sandalwood and vanilla in his cologne. “Um… no, not really.” you replied, bashfully looking towards your feet, “Just what I’ve seen on, like, The Princess Diaries.” you tried to chuckle, to make a joke of it, but he didn’t reciprocate. your awkward laugh hangs in the otherwise silent air and you force yourself not to roll your own eyes. what a lame attempt. you clear your throat, looking at your nearly empty tray. three left. just three.

“Dance with me.”

three words that had you blinking incredulous, unsure if you’ve heard him properly as your attention is directed towards him. he’s staring at you again, eyebrow quirked, both arms folded over his chest and his clear eyes were narrowed. did he look this angry all the time?

“What?”

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

blinking again, you zip your tiers for a moment, and that’s when his hand stretches out, palm up, practically commanding you to take it. and you want to, but your hands are full. “I— I’m working.” you offer, sheepish, just as the last flute is plucked from your tray. you’re supposed to rush back and get another round, so you hug the tray close to your chest.

“Clearly. But I didn’t ask, did I?”

“What if I… get in trouble?”

Damian’s gaze hardened, his fingers barely twitching. “You won’t.”

you look down at his hand, and then back up to his face, stoic and expecting you to accept, but you can’t bring yourself to abandon a wage and make a fool of yourself in front of Gotham’s Elite. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Wayne. But I need to… uh…” gesturing over your shoulder, you took a couple of steps back, bumping into a gentleman’s back and sputtering an apology before you turned and hurried towards your roommate. maybe you could walk back with her. she sees you coming, a partial smile forming on her face until she sees the tense expression on yours. you grasp her arm pulling yourself close to her whilst your footsteps fall into a rhythm with her own.

“Hey! Were you just talking to Damian Wayne?” she asks; she sounds starstruck at the mere prospect. “What did he say to you?”

you sighed, “He… asked me to dance with him.” you pause, before shaking your head. “Well, demanded I dance with him, actually.”

her countenance screws into bemusement, “And you didn’t?”

those three words made you feel ashamed; perhaps you should’ve. you frown, indignant, and gesture to the tray in your hands. “No, I’m a little busy, remember?”

“Yeah but, come on, you can’t just reject Damian Wayne.”

why not? you wanted to ask. what the hell made him so special, other than his family name, anyways? what gave him the right to talk to anyone the way he did to you? you reach the door to the kitchen, only for her to stop in her tracks, putting a halt in your step as well.

“Oh, my god, he’s coming over here!”

“What?” you don’t look, you can’t, because your face is already on fire with another blush.

“He’s coming over here!” she repeats, giddy, and urges you to turn around. “Good evening, Mr. Wayne!” she gushes. you follow her lead, sheepishly glancing back up at him. his eyes are just as hard cut, as if carved from diamonds, and his brows are knit together. he doesn’t even acknowledge your roommate, he’s much too busy glaring at you. making you feel two feet tall. you shrink beneath his stare.

you half expected him to tell you to get lost; after all, he could’ve kicked you out of the party, couldn’t he? but, he doesn’t. his hand shoots out, wrenching the tray from your grip with a swift snatch, and he tosses it on top of your roommate’s empty tray in her arms, which she catches and holds tight, watching with big eyes. your heart is beating like a drum, and you swear he can hear it. but Damian doesn’t say a word. his stone features fixed on you, he grasps your wrist, tight, and drags you to the dance floor. he was determined to get this dance. you stumble along behind him like an uncertain puppy dog, looking around. “Mister Wayne, I really shouldn’t…”

“It’ll only be one dance.” he says, matter of factly, pulling you close to his body. you hit his surprisingly solid chest with a huff of surprise, blinking. impressive.

“Everyone’s staring at us.” you mumble, sheepish, feeling gazes of disapproval. you must’ve looked hilariously out of place out there, stumbling, clad in a server’s pantsuit, amidst the modelesque women in their long gowns and sparkling gems.

“So?”

“So…” you exhale, incredulously, “you might be used to that but I’m more of a fade in the background type of girl.”

Damian’s eyebrow arches, both hands firmly taking hold of your waist. “So then only look at me.” he commands, and you find yourself compelled to obey, eyeline drifting back to his. you reach up, carefully bringing your hands together at the nape of his neck. “And let them fade into the background.” you give a little nod, and he takes the lead.

your steps are clunky at best, and the heels weren’t helping, but instead of allowing yourself to overhear what the other guests had to say about your lack of skill, you simply watched Damian. his eyes would lock with yours every now and then, but mostly he studied your face, as if examining every pore. you noticed he didn’t even flinch when you stepped on his toes, which you did quite a bit. “Sorry.” you whisper, face heated.

“I knew you couldn’t dance already,” he replies, almost flippant.

“Then why did you want to—“

“Because you’re the only one here I want to dance with.” Damian cuts you off, holding you close to his body. whilst the other couples had fallen back into their own waltz, and their partners twirled them, you noticed Damian was holding you too tight to do that. as if he didn’t want to let you go, even for a second. “If that means you trip over my feet a little, I’m willing to deal with it.”

it takes you a moment to realize your mouth is hanging open, and you close it promptly, feeling flushed. what could you say to that?

“I kinda feel like I’m one wrong step away from breaking my ankle in these things.” you admit halfhearted, glancing towards your feet. whilst his move with such certainty, yours are awkward and unsteady. you give a little, awkward chortle.

Damian leans closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. “I won’t let you fall. I’ve got you.”

there was something about him that was oddly charming. sure, he was incredibly blunt and, honestly, pretty rude, but when he ensured that he’d keep you upright, you believed him. and you felt a wave of relief washing over you. you hug closer to him, giving in to the urge to rest your cheek against his chest while you sway in tandem. his heartbeat was steady; in contrast to your thumping one, he seemed cool and collected. you wished he could give you pointers.

“What happens when the song ends?” you ask, almost fearful to do so. this already felt like some lucid dream that you might wake up from at any moment, the last thing you wanted to do was hurry it along. “Will you still have me?”

for a moment, Damian says nothing. his fingers lock at the small of your back, his chin resting atop the crown of your head. finally, when you’re ready to kick yourself for asking, he responds. “Yes. For as long as I can.”

Kryptonians and French Tarts // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes! @afrolatinosuperfam​

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries but nothing detailed

Summary: After being injured in a fight, you go to Wayne Manor to get some help watching Jon for the night. Luckily, a certain vigilante is also benched at home.

“Okay, you’re going to behave, right? No destroying priceless art. No antagonizing anyone. Respect Mr. Pennyworth,” your mother dictated as she led the procession of your family towards the towering manor before you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You adjusted your little brother on your hip and flashed your mom an innocent smile. “No letting Jon turn into Jack Jack from the Incredibles.”

Your mom let out a quiet “you’re going to be the death of me” as she climbed the stairs to the front door. It swung open before she could knock, revealing Mr. Pennyworth.

“Miss Lane, Mx. Y/N, young Mister Jon,” he greeted. “I trust the drive from Metropolis went well.”

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The One… Masterlist

Synopsis: Two weeks before the particle accelerator exploded, two best friends, Barry and Y/N, had a drunken one night stand, leading to a child. Now almost 4 years later, Team Flash meets their future legacies, both of which are trying to change the future for very different reasons. COMPLETED

… Who Learned

… Who remembered

… Who was forgotten

… With the legacies

… With Power

… Where You Bleed Out

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Maverick Down || Maverick

summary: When Maverick wakes up very sick with a cold, you take him under your care, and he receives a surprise visit from his 'air children'.

pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Wife!Reader

warnings: vomiting

✧ Maverick masterlist || My Library || My Kofi

When Maverick didn’t wake up at his normal hour of a prompt five o’clock in the morning, you knew something was wrong. Making your way into the bedroom, you saw that he was in the same position that you left him in last night– flat on his stomach. 

He had his arms curled around a pillow, a soft snore emitting from his mouth.

Checking the time, you realized that it was nearly six, and he normally woke up early enough for a quick run with Rooster who was more than likely about to knock on your door.

“Baby?” You call him gently as you walk over and touch his bare shoulder, only to find that he was very warm. Moving your hand up the length of his neck, you drop your palm against his forehead, only to discover a blistering heat beneath your hand. “Mav,” You whisper under your breath. Certainly so, the doorbell to your house rings, signaling Bradley’s arrival. 

Biting into your lip, you move out of the bedroom and rush into the entryway. You made a mental checklist of things to grab, such as headache medicine, cold medicine, and water. You pulled open the front door and met Bradley with a small smile. 

“Morning,” Bradley walks inside. “Is Mav ready?” 

Sighing, you shake your head.

“He’s burning up with a fever,” You inform him. “He’s hardly moved.” 

Rooster’s face softens. “Maverick? Sick? Should we call an ambulance?” He jokes as he catches sight of the freshly washed grapes you worked on before checking on Maverick. Plucking some of the green fruit from their vines, he pops a couple into his mouth. 

“Funny,” You chuckle. “I’ll be back, alright? You guys may have to skip out on the run.” 

Rooster waves his hand and shakes his head.

“No, we need Captain at his best.” He smiles. 

He waits in the kitchen by the bar while you take the necessary supplies into the bedroom. When you walked inside your bedroom, Maverick had begun to stir. A light groan fell from his mouth as he felt the sudden achiness developing across his body.

“Mav, I’ve got you some medicine,” You inform him as you rest a hand on his shoulder. He twists in your direction, the mention of medicine causing him to chuckle sleepily. 

“Sweetheart, I’m fine,” He assures you, taking your hand into his. 

He looks over at the clock, his eyes widening with the time flashing before his eyes. “I need to get up,” 

“Bradley’s downstairs, but you’re not going on that run, sir.” You push him back down. “You’re burning up with a fever.” 

“I feel fine,” He protests once more. Maverick looks up at him defiantly. His muscles ached, his legs throbbed, and he did feel nauseous, but he wasn’t going to sit there in defeat. He was going on that run, and he was going to work. 

“Listen, you may be the dangerous one between us, but you’re still my husband. And you’re staying here with me so that I can take care of you.” You lean forward and brush your fingertips through his hair. Cracking open the bottle of water, you dispense a few pain relievers and fever reducers into your hand to give to him.

Maverick looks between you and the water but finally takes the bottle and sips from it. The throbbing ache that resulted in his throat made his eyes close and a wince was undeniable. 

“Baby, I’m–”

“You’re lying.” You cut him off. “Drink up, Mav.” You encourage. 

Maverick sighs and finally takes the pills from you and swallows them with a chase of water. “I’ll go run you a shower,” 

“You don’t need to do that,” Maverick sighs. “I’m fine. I’m not sick.”

“You’re not going to work.” You tell him pointedly.

Maverick didn’t want to be babied. He was a grown man, 50, and he wasn’t going to sit there and take this. With a gentle huff, he is able to pull himself away from the blankets. It wasn’t until his feet made contact with the hardwood of the bedroom that the surge of pain filled his legs. He closed his eyes and stretched, the movement of his muscles generating a deeper ache he hadn’t realized was present until he stood upright. 

“I’ll call on your behalf and let the air boss know you won’t be at work,” You kiss the top of his head. “But I’ll go run that shower for you.”

However, Maverick was going to be impossible to stop. He walked over to the closet and retrieved his jeans and white tee, bringing you to furrow your eyebrows. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“After I shower, I’m getting dressed.” He says while rummaging through the top drawer. 

“Pete Mitchell,” 

“Yeah?” He responds. 

“Don’t make me call Hondo to humble you.”

Maverick squints in return. “I need to do something. The medicine will kick in, and I’ll be in the air by noon.”

“You won’t be in the air at all, Maverick!” 

From the kitchen area, Rooster can hear you two bickering as he continues to ravage your grapes. His eyes doubled in size when he realized that he had almost eaten the whole container, his eyes switching back and forth. He needed to make some phone calls, but first, he was going to add some humor to Maverick’s day.

“I’LL BE BACK!” Rooster yells before hurrying out of your and Maverick’s house. 

Maverick’s head shifts to the sound of Rooster and he looks at you.

“Darling, please don’t worry about me,”

You take his hand, guiding him to the bathroom. The quick motion causes his head to spin, and you can literally see your husband turning a deep shade of green. No way could he climb into a plane today. You see the way those green eyes spin out of control, the lightheadedness taking over his system. 

“I’m… Fine…” He whispers, but the thick bile that rises in his throat speaks otherwise. Moments later, you watch as Maverick files by, and he makes it to the sink just in time to empty whatever contents are left in his stomach. You sigh and rub his back in a soothing manner, never enjoying when either of you got sick.

While you drenched a rag in cold water to lay over the back of his neck, you hurried to the shower to turn it on. As you returned, he was already grabbing for the toothbrush and toothpaste, bringing a soft sigh to fall from your lips.

“Are you sick now?” You coax, running your fingers through his dark hair which you wet with your fingertips.

Low grunts emerge from his mouth as he cranes his head to the side to look at you.

“Okay, maybe I don’t feel good.” He admits breathily. 

Nodding, you kiss his back. “Let’s get you in the shower, honey,” You rub his bath soothingly as he stands upright.

You wait in the bathroom while he takes his shower, towel, and clothes at the ready. You replaced his desired outfit consisting of jeans and a white tee with a pair of shorts and one of his worn Navy shirts. Maverick would admit, being under the showerhead as hot water pounded against his back – did wonders. But when he stepped out of the warmth and immediately into the cool shower, he was a shivering mess. 

When you helped him get dressed, he looked at you with sorrow lacing his features.

“This is embarrassing.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you chuckle. “Embarrassing? Mav, I thought we said in sickness and in health in our vows?” You remind him. “You always take care of me when I get sick.”

Maverick’s back was throbbing when he made it out of the bedroom, hair still dripping from the shower. You threw the towel over his head and stopped him, roughly towel-drying his hair. His hands were rested on your waist, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. He was still warm, but you accounted that to the hot shower he just took. 

“Yeah, but this is different,” Maverick contests. “I’m the man.”

“And men don’t get sick?” 

Maverick laughs quietly, a cough ensuing. 

“I’ll make you some tea, come on,” You guide him into the living room and make a spot on the couch for him with a pillow and a blanket. He was shuddering by the time you got him settled, and you promised that later on, you’d help warm him up. You weren’t sure where Rooster ran off to, but the moment you made the phone call to the admiral in charge, he said he already knew of Maverick’s absence for the day, and he wished him well. 

You returned to the living room with the hot tea that had milk and honey in it.

“The honey will help soothe your throat. Sip it lightly, I don’t want you to throw up again,” You sit beside him on the couch. He sits up slightly and takes the mug of tea from you, a soft smile on his face. You could see the heaviness of his eyelids. “Try and get some sleep,” You lace your fingertips around his cheek. 

Maverick nods his head. “I’m sorry for ruining whatever you had planned today,”

Sighing, you shake your head. “You needed me, darling.” You lean forward and kiss the crown of his head. Maverick eases into your touch and hands you the mug of tea. You place it down and start to rub along his shoulders, listening to the subtle grunts that fall from his mouth.

“Does it hurt?” You ask quietly.

“A little,” Maverick answers. “I’m just achy.” 

Nodding, you move between his shoulder blades once he turned onto his stomach, and that’s when he made very distinctive sounds that shouldn’t have had you thinking otherwise, especially when he was supposed to be your patient. 

But luckily, the back rub put him to sleep. When you stopped hearing him answer your questions, you craned your head over to see that he was knocked out, eyelashes fanned over the tops of his reddened cheeks. A bit of drool seeped from the corners of his smushed lips against the pillow, a smile spreading across your face. You kissed a trail up his spine from the small of his back before stroking your fingers through his hair, earning the soft snores to return from earlier this morning.

A couple of hours later when Maverick woke up, he thought death had finally come to take him. The deep groan that fell from your husband’s lips made your head snap up from your laptop as you were trying to get some work done. 

“Baby?” You put your laptop aside and walk over to the couch. 

He was irritated. He woke up and glared at you, shaking his head. His entire body somehow ached from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. The waves of nauseous returned, and before you realized what was happening, he was pushing his way from the couch, only able to make it to the kitchen sink this time. He was bent over the edge, fingertips flexed and gripping the granite. His head pounded with a vicious headache, the incoming bound of sunlight striking his eyes and generating a deep sense of pain in his emerald eyes. 

His forehead rested against the cold granite countertop as you hurried in before starting back with the cold rag over his back and neck this time. 

“You feel worse?” You ask him.

He nods violently, unable to produce a sentence. You bite into your lip, already prepared to make a phone call to the doctor to see if you could get him in. Once his stomach settled again, you were able to guide him over to the couch, where he practically fell into the cushions. 

His eyes were heavy, and he looked at you with such a pitiful expression, your heart broke into a thousand pieces.

“Oh baby,” You cup his cheek. His head lolls back to look at you. 

“I’m dying,” He groans.

Shaking your head, his fever seemed to have gone down slightly, but not enough that it didn’t concern you. 

“You’re not dying,” You promise him.

He was able to continue sitting there despite clutching his stomach, the threat of throwing up nudging him violently. Maverick didn’t want you to see him like this. He was a confident man, a man who was often prideful, but this was terrible. You lay there, stroking your fingers through his hair as he relaxed finally.

“If you’re not better by tomorrow morning, we’re going to the doctor,” You tell him.

He agreed. Maverick nodded, gulping. 

As you were about to open your mouth to say something else, to possibly offer him something else to settle his stomach, you heard a knock on the door. Checking your watch, it was just after lunch.

Making your way to the front door, you looked out the window, only to see that it was the Dagger Squad. Your eyes widened as you unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, and Payback stood there with smiles, each one with something in their hands. 

“Is Pops still alive?” Hangman chuckles. 

Smiling, you figured that a visit from his practical children would do him some good. 

Letting them inside, Phoenix walks over, and in her hands was a bag with a container. 

“I brought you some soup, chicken noodle.” She winks and goes to set it on the counter. 

“Flowers tend to make me feel better,” Bob shrugs. “Hope you like sunflowers, Mav.” He makes his way behind Phoenix to set the prepped vase beside the soup. 

Fanboy comes in next. “I wrote down some rather… Funny things occurred with some students today. Figured you’d want a laugh,” He winks and hands Maverick the journal he wrote in. 

Payback grins. “You might be out of commission for a couple of days, and as much as you love working on that plane in your shop? Got you a miniature one,” He sets the modeled plane on the coffee table, bringing Maverick to chuckle lightly. 

“I brought the sarcasm,” Hangman insists. “You look just like an old man, Mav. Frail and brittle.” He winks, plopping down into the chair in front of Maverick.

“And I brought the best thing of all!” Rooster announces. He pulls out a big Get Well Soon card and opens it. “We all signed it,” 

Your eyes widen as you look at the group who came over just to make your husband feel better. Maverick looks at every single one of them individually and chuckles. 

“Also, Hondo said you better not give Y/n any kind of look while she tries to take care of you,” Phoenix added with a smile. 

“Penny said you’ve got a free beer on her when you’re back too,” Rooster adds. 

You walk over and take a seat beside him.

“You guys are so sweet,” You hold Maverick’s shoulder.

Maverick grins at them. “Thank you,” He announces. “Really, thank you.” 

They all shake their heads.

“After everything you did for us? This is the least we could do,” Bob answers. 

“You’re like our Navy dad,” Fanboy chuckles. 

“Dad?” Hangman responds. “He’s a fossil. Granddad is the proper term.”

Maverick shoots him a glare, but they both dissolve with laughter. 

You look over at Rooster, knowing well that he was the source behind this. You deliver him a wink to which he offers one in return. 

Maverick knew he was in good hands.

Baby and Pregnancy prompts

Summary: some prompts of the reader pregnant or funny moment with the baby featuring: Bob, Hangman, Rooster, Iceman, Maverick and Slider.

I found some prompts and fell in love with them but couldn't chose which one to do or with who so enjoy multiple stories all at once, it may be a bit of a mess! Honour goes to the people that wrote those prompts!

Trying to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing their symptoms with old wives' tales – Bob

“Bobby where are you?”, you yell through the house as you leave the bathroom.

“In the living room sweetheart.”, you smile at the sound of his voice, having missed him during his two weeks mission.

“There you are my dear husband.”, Bob has a bright smile as you appear and immediately brings you into his arms on the couch, carefully kissing your forehead.

“What are you reading?”, your husband blushes a bit and it makes you even more interested in finding out just what he was reading.

“I was talking to Mayhem, and he told me that his wife and him looked at old wives’ tales to figure out the gender of their baby.”, he says slightly embarrassed, and you chuckle before kissing him quickly on the lips. One of your hands is rubbing your growing stomach, you were nearing the three months and you both couldn’t wait to find out the gender.

“Want to see if we can figure it out before the ultrasound in two weeks?”, Bob’s bright grin was the only answer you needed as he quickly nodded, excited.

“Let me see what we can find out.”, you chuckled at the sight of your husband so focused on finding a good question that would figure out if it was a boy or a girl.

“Alright, first thing.”, Bob turns to look at you and you put yourself comfortably on the other side of the couch with your feet on Bob’s lap, enjoying the soft massage he had started.

“Are your cravings more sweet or salty?”, that was a good question and although you had always been more of a sweet person, these last two months you had been eating a lot of salty things.

“Strangely more salty things, normally I’m more of a sweet tooth but baby Floyd seems to like salty things.”, Bob’s smiles was bright as he looked at you and turned into a loving one as he looks at your bump.

“Now, this is a strange one but there could be a difference if I put weight alongside you.”, this made you laugh and Bob started laughing as well, this man went on a run every day much to your sadness as it meant less cuddles but that proved that Bob hadn’t taken an ounce of weight.

“We can cross that one out.”, Bob sends you a wink and you smile tenderly at him as he writes something down before getting to the third question.

“Are you moody or more relaxed?”, he seems scared to answer the question and you rolled your eyes fondly at you husband.

“I don’t know, I mean I’m more emotional but I’m not exactly crying all the time. You were after all the one that cried when we watched Nemo.”, Bob looks scandalized, and you giggle softly.

“His mother dies! I’m only human.”, you are now full on laughing while Bob huffs and you go closer to Bob unable to hide the smile.

“You are right darling, so I think that to answer your question I am more relaxed.”, Bob nods and writes something down, moving the paper so that you couldn’t see it making you pout.

“This question is a bit weird but are you carrying low or high?”, his eyebrows are furrowed like he is trying to solve a math problem and you feel equally confused.

“Well, the baby is low in my stomach, but I think that is always the case. Why don’t we skip that one.”, Bob nods and looks at the next question he wants to ask while rubbing your feet’s.

“The next one is, are you glowing or are you looking more pale and tired.”, you scoff and Bob snorts at your reaction.

“So, Bob, do I look like shit or not? What a question is that.”, Bob starts to laugh, and you slap his arm and the WSO quickly recovers giving you a quick peck on the lips before looking at you with utter love in his eyes.

“You always look beautiful, but people have been saying that you are glowing.”, you can’t help the blush that appears at Bob’s words and kiss him on the cheek. 

“True, although aren’t you supposed to glow when your pregnant?”, Bob laughs at your annoyance at the question and continues.

“I guess not. A last thing we can do is the ring test, you put a ring on a cord and how it moves will tell us what the gender is.”, you look at Bob impressed and let him go and take a piece of cord that is laying around and take of his wedding ring.

The ring doesn’t move first as you lay down on the couch with Bob above you until it starts moving in circles and your eyes widen just like Bob.

“Holy shit.”, the both of you whisper and look at each other in awe.

“Well judging by all of those answer we are having a”, Bob tries to put some suspense but at your raised eyebrows he chuckles and finally reveals the gender.

“A boy.”, he whispers softly, his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile.

“You better be right Mr Floyd or I’m going to get my hopes up for nothing.”, he chuckles lightly and kisses you lovingly.

“Don’t worry Mrs Floyd, I’m always right.”, you snort at that, and Bob starts to tickle you as punishment making you laugh even harder.

"I feel like a fat cow." "Well, you're the most beautiful cow." - Maverick

Getting pregnant was a wonderful thing, but the one thing you hadn’t expected as much was getting this big during your pregnancy. Your first three months had been filled with morning sickness and cravings while your second trimester was filled with wanting to climb Maverick like tree, not that the man was complaining.

Now in your third trimester you were really getting bigger and as much as you loved the thought of your baby growing there you couldn’t help but feel conscious of the way you looked. 

Maverick had gone to buy the crib for the baby’s room with Ice, they had painted yesterday, and the soft green room looked beautiful. Ice could somehow paint and had painted some little F-14’s on the wall making Maverick grumble about how perfect he always was before receiving a bit of paint in his face from Ice. You had to try and not laugh at Maverick’s scandalized face and Ice’s mischievous grin.

The both of them arrived, bickering as always and Maverick quickly kissed your lips before going up to build the crib with Ice. It seemed to be going well before you heard some swearing and a laugh that could only be from Ice. You thought of going up but another round of swearing followed this time from Ice and you decided to stay in the living room enjoying Maverick’s laughter.

Ice stayed for dinner, and you had tried to make something light for dinner, to maybe be careful of what you were eating and lose a bit of the weight you were putting on. Maverick had furrowed his eyebrows while Ice had just sat down and thanked you for the food before leaving to go back home.

“Sweetheart?”, you turned around from putting the last things into the fridge at Maverick’s voice and he looked at you with concerned green eyes while leaning against the door.

“What is it handsome?”, you asked after a few seconds of silence and he sighed while looking around the kitchen, he often did that when he was trying to find a way to say things.

“You know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, right?”, you looked at him in surprise before snorting.

“I look like a fat cow.”, you said followed with a chuckle and you quickly felt the strong arms of Maverick around you.

“Well, you’re the most beautiful cow.”, you couldn’t help the laugh that came at his words, but it turned into tears making Maverick worried and he turned you around.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what is happening.”, Maverick looks at you with a soft smile and wipes your tears away. 

“Don’t worry, although I think you know what the matter is.”, he has a knowing look in his eyes and you sigh, your husband knew you too well.

“I feel like I’m so big ever since the pregnancy and”, you can’t finish your sentence as Maverick kisses you deeply and you respond quickly.

“You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman I know, and you are perfect the way you are. Do you know how many times I want to drag you into our bedroom and ravish you?”, a blush appears, and you kiss Pete with all you have enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.

“You may be bigger than before but that is because you are carrying our child and you don’t know how proud I am of calling you, my wife. You are perfect just the way you are love, don’t change a thing.”, you can’t help the tears that come up at his words and Pete smiles lovingly before a smirk appears.

“Now, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”, he picked you up and you started laughing but your laugh was quickly stopped by a moan as Pete dragged you to your room.

Person B – being usually the stoic one – somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby – Ice

It had been six months since you came back from the hospital with a beautiful baby girl who looked just like her father, with his striking blue eyes. Ice loved spending time with his daughter when he got home from work and adored her like she was the most precious thing on earth. She was definitely a daddy’s girl and Ice prided himself with it making you chuckle every time. 

Ice had to go back to Top Gun for a meeting, but he had forgotten his lunch, so you decided to bring it to him and bringing your daughter along for the ride. She had been babbling in the back of the car as you approached the base and was looking in wonder outside of the car. You picked her up and just as you were ready to go, she let out a small shriek and you turned around to see a plane taking of and a toothy grin appeared on her face. She really was her father daughter you thought shaking your head fondly.

The Dagger squad had been training this month and Ice had a mission for them, but he needed to review it before telling Maverick about it. It was probably stupid to think you wouldn’t meet any of them on the way to your husband’s office and just as you turned the corner you were met with the whole squad chatting.

“Isn’t it my favorite niece.”, you heard Rooster exclaim and you had to stop yourself from laughing as the grown man started babbling to the 6-month-old baby. The rest quickly joined him and started trying to make her laugh, but it was in vain. 

They had been trying to make her laugh for the last two weeks, but it seemed like it wasn’t working for the moment. Maverick joined them quickly wondering where they were and when he saw his goddaughter a bright smile appeared.

“There is my favorite Kazansky, how are you pretty girl?”, she started babbling in Maverick’s arms and the man was nodding along seriously like he was having a real conversation.

“What am I hearing about a favorite Kazansky?”, a wide smiled appeared as you felt Ice’s arms around your waist and Maverick looked at Ice unimpressed.

“She is cuter than you, get over it.”, Ice rolls his eyes, and you chuckle before Ice looks at his daughter with a wide smile.

“Your godfather is a bit of an idiot, isn’t he?”, you expected your daughter to babble or just try to go in her father’s arms, but she suddenly started giggling and everyone was surprised.

Ice looked stunned and you also started laughing at Maverick’s and Ice’s twin expression of shock, the Dagger squad also erupted in laughter.

“See, she agrees with me. Don’t you? Maverick is an idiot.”, she starts giggling again and Ice is smirking at his wingmen who is looking at your daughter in betrayal.

“How dare you? This is a betrayal!”, however his betrayed look doesn’t last long as she continues to giggle, and Maverick can’t stop the smile that appears before giving her back to Ice.

“I can’t believe Iceman managed to make her laugh!”, Ice looks at them with a winning smile before taking your hand and leading you towards his office. You daughter waving back at the Dagger squad as you left.

having the baby wear matching clothes with them – Goose

“Goose, we need to leave in ten minutes are you ready?”, you yelled through the house, wondering where your husband and son went.

“Just a minute sweet cheek.”, you rolled your eyes at the nickname but couldn’t stop the smile that appeared.

You started checking if you had everything to go to Ice’s house for the monthly barbecue with the class of ’86. All of Bradley’s stuff where there with an extra set of clothes if something happens. Just as you were wondering where your husband was you heard footsteps and a second later, he was there. Even years later Goose still wore his Hawaiian shirts and even though they sometimes looked ridiculous, it was still what made him Goose and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

What you hadn’t expected to see was your son with a matching Hawaiian shirt, white undershirt and little jeans. They looked like twins with 30 years of age difference. You couldn’t stop looking at them in surprise and Goose chuckled.

“So, what do you think?”, you let out a soft laugh and looked at the two most important men of your life.

“You two are a sight for sore eyes.”, this made Goose smile proudly and Bradley followed his dad and babbled a few words.

“Now we only need to find you a matching shirt and we will all be matching. Isn’t that a great idea Bradley?”, he asks as he tickles your son’s side and the baby babbles happily making Goose look at you with a smirk. You on the other side didn’t feel reassured at all, as much as Goose loved those, they would certainly look like shit on you.

“No way, I draw the line there.”, Goose pouts but you know that he will bring the idea back tonight and everyday if he has too until you give in. You feel his body against your back and his arm around your waist as you pick up Bradley’s bag. 

“Ready to go beautiful?”, you nodded and took Bradley into your arms while Goose went to put everything in the car. 

“Don’t you look handsome?”, Bradley has a wide grin, and you can’t help but blow a few raspberries making him laugh. Goose looks at you with a loving grin and takes the opportunity to kiss you longingly before taking you to the car.

You quickly arrive at Ice’s house and start to wonder how the others will react at Bradley and Goose’s matching outfits. Just as you are ready to go to the backyard Goose stops you and after looking at him puzzled, he takes out mini aviator sunglasses out his pocket and puts them on Bradley before putting his on. 

“You really thought about this for far too long darling.”, Goose laughs before taking your hand and leading you to the backyard. 

Everyone seems to be there, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at Maverick’s reaction when he sees your husband and son.

“Goose, what did you do? You gave him your bad taste in clothes.”, you can’t help the snort and Goose rolls his eyes playfully while the rest turn around to look at the commotion.

Slider spits out the beer he was drinking while Ice is laughing at his place at the barbecue, Hollywood and Wolfman are shaking their head fondly while Merlin is looking in shock.

“Please, you are just jealous of how great we look.”, everyone starts to laugh, and they start to talk to Bradley with their baby voices and a lot of pictures are taken during the afternoon.

wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we’re having twins/triplets/etc?! - Rooster

It had been a month since you had found out you were pregnant, and you were finally going to the doctor to see how the baby was doing and if everything was going accordingly. Bradley had taken the day of and had been like an excited puppy since this morning. 

Bradley was probably the most excited parent in the waiting room as he had a bright smile and was telling everyone he was having a child, making a few people chuckle at his excitement. 

“Mrs Bradshaw?”, you take Bradley’s hand in yours and lead him towards the designated room where he quickly sits down on the chair next to the bed.

“How is everything going? No complication?”, you shake your head while Bradley looks a bit curious around.

“Everything is going well, just cravings but otherwise no morning sickness.”, the doctor nods and starts to put the gel on the small bump.

“This is going to be cold.”, Bradley takes your hand in his and you smile softly at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“You can hear the heartbeats of the baby’s right now.”, you were so engrossed by the image and the sound that you didn’t paid attention to what she said exactly but Bradley apparently did as he was hanging onto every word she was saying.

“Wait a minute. Heartbeats?! Plural?!”, you looked at him surprised while he looked like he was ready to faint, and you turned back to your doctor who was chuckling.

“Yes plural, congratulations you are having twins.”, shock couldn’t even describe what you were feeling, and Bradley seemed to disfunction at the words.

“Twins? Two babies? Holy shit.”, you slapped his arm, and he quickly apologizes to the doctor making her laugh. 

“That is going to be quite the adventure.”, you can’t help but whisper and Bradley has a bright smile.

“We are having twins! Are they identical?”, his excitement is only bigger now, and you can’t help the utter love that you feel for this man.

“They are identical.”, the both of you smile widely at each other and you start to feel emotional at the thought.

Your doctor starts telling you what you need to take and do and after a few minutes she lets you get your clothes back on. Bradley still seems stuck on the fact that you are having twins.

You leave the doctor’s office with a smiling Bradley and as you leave the waiting room you hear Bradley say.

“We are having twins!”, the people must look at him like he is crazy, but another man screams congratulations and Bradley couldn’t be happier.

Your child's been kicking me all day." "Oh, so now it's my child? - Slider

As much as you loved feeling your baby move and feeling him kick, it was starting to get on your nerves as it was three in the morning and your son didn’t seem to want to sleep. Your husband was fast asleep after a long day of training while you were huffing looking at your bump willing your baby to finally settle down and let you sleep. 

After a minute you didn’t feel anything anymore and you happily thought that your son was finally done but just as you got settled down you felt a strong kick. Goddamnit that kid really was his father’s child.

It had started this morning when Slider left for work and somehow your little guy had decided that he was doing some sort of sport in there as he constantly moved and kicked often. Now you love to feel him move and it always made your heart flutter at the sight of his little feet kicking but now it was starting to annoy you. 

You feel Slider’s arm bringing you closer and you sigh softly at the touch before another kick was felt and you grumbled, waking up your husband. He looked confused for a moment at the fact that he was awake and looked at you with sleepy eyes and his bed hair.

“Everything alright? You have a craving?”, he quickly asks, and you feel your annoyance melt at the sight of his worried eyes, but a sudden kick makes you think back to why you were annoyed.

“Your child’s been kicking me all day”. You say grumbling and Slider can’t help chuckling, but he stops at your raised eyebrows.

“Oh, so now it’s my child.”, he says with a teasing smile, and you roll your eyes.

“This can only be a Kerner trait, I’m telling you.”, your husband laughs and kisses you lovingly before caressing your bump lovingly.

“I think he got it from his mother.”, you snort and enjoy having Slider caress your bump and side making you relax more.

“That is a lie.”, he nods seriously but a smile appears, and you let out a laugh quickly followed by your husband.

It’s only a few moments later that you realize that you haven’t felt a kick in a while, you look down at your bump while Slider kisses your shoulder and neck softly while caressing your leg. 

“I know what you are doing there.”, you can feel his smirk on your skin, and he drops a few more kisses before looking at you with his most innocent smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, after raising your eyebrows you see him give in and he kisses you passionately making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“He seems to have settled down.”, you whisper and Slider smiles softly at you before looking at your bump.

“Looks like it.”, you smile at each other for a few seconds before you start yawning and Slider laughs quietly.

“Common lets sleep.”, you settle in Slider’s arms and finally fall asleep as you settle in bed with your husband holding you.

I'm starting to feel like this baby will have a lot of aunts and uncles. - Hangman

Jake wanted to tell the Dagger squad that you were pregnant in a spectacular way, because ‘we aren’t going to do it like everyone’ he said.

So now you found yourself waiting for your husband as he finished his last hop of the day and you waited for him to arrive. You had gone to Penny to ask for help on revealing your pregnancy and after a long hug and a lot of congratulations you started planning your reveal.

You had found labels that you could personalize, and Penny just had to put them on a beer bottle and give them to the Dagger Squad, for Bob it would be on a soda bottle. Penny had assured you that it wasn’t an issue as she loved the idea and quickly hid the labels. 

Jake finally arrives with a bright smile and kisses you like a starving man making the other whistle at the two of you. 

“We know she is your wife Hangman, no need to make a show of it every time.”, Rooster yells and Jake ignores him as you laugh.

“Ready for the surprise?”, he is smirking, and a mischievous grin can be seen in his green eyes.

“I was born ready.”, the both of you smirk at each other before leaving towards the Hard Deck and joining the others around the pool table. Maverick and Ice have joined them, and they are all chattering.

“Penny told us that she would bring us some new beers she bought.”, Fanboy tells them with a smile, and you have to hide you smile at the thought of what they were going to get.

Penny arrives and you can see that she is trying not to spoil the surprise as she smiles widely.

“There you go, do tell me what you think about it.”, the aviators quickly take a beer and some of them take a sip before Phoenix lets out a surprised scream.

“You are pregnant?!”, she seems shocked, and you laugh at her reaction while the rest looks at her puzzled.

“Baby Hangman coming soon in the air.”, she reads out loud and everyone looks at their label, a look of understanding passing through.

“Holy shit.”, you hear most of them whisper and you feel Jake’s arm around your waist.

Phoenix is the first to congratulate you and she takes you into a bear hug and tells Jake that he better be on his best behavior before hugging him too. The rest of the group follows with hugs and Coyote glares at Jake before hugging him hard.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me before the others.”, Jake smiles widely and pats Coyote on the shoulder.

“Where would the fun be in that.”, Coyote rolls his eyes but brings you into a hug congratulating you. Rooster wishes you a lot of courage and patience, managing to avoid Jake’s napkin that is thrown at him and everyone laughs.

The whole group is talking about the baby, and you quickly realize something.

“I'm starting to feel like this baby will have a lot of aunts and uncles.”, Jake laughs at that and brings you closer.

“That baby is going to have so many uncles and aunts it’s going to be spoiled rotten.”, you laugh and settle into Jake’s embrace enjoying the sight of your friends arguing about who would be godfather and godmother.

part of the program [bakugo x reader]

summary: katsuki comes home after a long day, finds open wine, and the destruction you've unleashed on the house.

warnings: aged up!bakugo, mentions of being wine drunk, bit of manhandling and ass slapping, 15+ to be safe, reader is gender-neutral for anyone to read!!

wc: like 600, maybe? idk

there was still sweat lingering on his skin as he shucked away the layers of his hero uniform, leaving it all in a single pile near the doorway until he could shower away the balmy summer evening, and the aftermath of an explosive bank robbery that left some parts of his arms and chest nicked, chaffed, bruised, and covered in debris.

he was immediately cautious when you didn't greet him by the door, despite an unanswered phone call and unread text sent an hour previous to let you know he was on his way, and not to cook. no delectable aromas wafted from the kitchen, nor an equally as oppressive heat from the electric stove top; nothing sat out on the counter for him in a huge heap, either.

what he did find was a pretty, long-necked bottle of uncorked merlot sitting undisturbed but almost empty. the clear glass magnified a trace amount of near red-black liquid that hadn't quite made it into a vessel. he didn't like how it looked like garbage on the otherwise barren, stone surface, and dropped it into the garbage on his way through to the next room.

"what the hell are you doing?" katsuki phrased this to you mostly from the fact that you hadn't replied to his message earlier, but now also that the floor was a treacherous maze of book stacks, and you stood amid that chaos with the stem of a wine glass in your hand while staring contemplatively at the bare bookcase. "this is what you've been ignoring me all evening to do? you drank our anniversary wine!"

you swiveled with a finger hiked towards him, like a parent about to chastise their child: "absolutely did not drink our anniversary wine, how dare you! it's still in the, uh... the, uh.... uh, the thing. you know, it keeps all the wine."

"right," he murmured, careful not to let his mass bump into any of the books as he navigated through to you. "did you drink that entire bottle?"

"maybe." you said with a coy, secretive smile, somehow managing to come across as mostly coherent and focused. he didn't miss the subtle way in which you head tilted and knees swayed occasionally, though. "I saw a program earlier; it was about how to keep your home tidy and how to reorganize it to make sense. I thought, "wow, that bookcase is always an eyesore, I should do that first. so, here we are!"

he could feel the itch of agitation climbing up the back of his neck and into his jaw. the dentist had told him not too long ago not to clench his teeth so much, so he tried paying mind to that while smoothing a calloused hand across the planes of his face. "there was nothing wrong with the bookcase, babe. I alphabetized it based on author to make it easier to find."

"I don't like that," you rebuffed with a noisy, nasally exhale. "I don't remember the authors! I remember the title of the book, so I'm gonna alphabetize it based off of that."

his shoulders slumped forward in forced defeat as his head bent back towards the floor. you weren't going to have it any other way, and god was your stubbornness as fucking annoying as it was sexy. couldn't say he was in the mood for it right now, though.

"you're not gonna do any of this right now. c'mon." he gruffed, narrowing the divide between your bodies until he had plucked the wine glass from your hand, braced his shoulder into your waist and picked you up. "time to put it to sleep for the night. you're supposed to be paying attention to your husband right now, remember?"

"you're such a bully, katsuki! I want a divorce! divorce! divorce!" you whined, shifting your weight around on his shoulder as his hand went higher on your thighs.

"we're not getting a divorce. I told you you're stuck with me until we're in the fucking ground." he replied in firm tone that almost felt appropriately serious, until the entire palm of his hand landed a rather sharp slap on your ass, making you howl and burst into laughter. "I'm not goin' anywhere, even though you do weird shit like this."

"what are we gonna do now?" you had relented to hanging off of him like an adornment. "I think I'm gonna puke."

"we're gonna take an ice-cold, freezing shower before anything else can happen."

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