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hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3
CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M
thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily
warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending
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draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.
“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.
you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.
you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.
it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.
maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.
it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.
“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.
she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.
a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.
her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.
after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.
“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.
“i want daddy”
“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.
you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.
a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.
ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.
and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.
you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.
the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.
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the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.
sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.
your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.
it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.
his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.
“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.
after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.
“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.
you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.
once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.
“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”
his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.
“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.
“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.
“i love you more” he responded.
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Is He Dead? 》 Tony Stark x Reader
a/n: i'm sorry this idea came to my mind, it was cute, and plus Peter was funny to me in this :')
summary: Peter thinks Tony's dead. But even Iron Man needs sleep.
warnings: none but fluff! :)
word count: 692
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“Is he dead?” Peter asked you, peeking around the corner of the room. He gazed through the glass doors, noticing the body that was slumped against the table. His head was nestled on the top of his arms, a soft snore erupting from his tired mouth. Chuckling, you glanced at Peter, nudging him.
“I’ll pay you twenty bucks to go hit him.”
Peter’s eyes widened in utter shock that you would even suggest something like that.
“He’ll take away all of my cool tech!” He hissed, making you smile, fluffing your hand through his brunette locks.
“He’s just tired, Pete.” You promised him.
For some odd reason, you received a text from Peter Parker nearly fifteen minutes ago, his words frantic.
I think Mr. Stark’s dead! Please help!
You closed the book you were reading, settling it on the nightstand as you pushed yourself out of the comfort of your bed. Earlier today, just before you left for your mission, your sweet boyfriend said he would be up late working.
You weren’t expecting to find him passed out with blueprints scattered around him aimlessly.
Once you rushed to where Peter was, you laughed softly at the sight. Tony had merely exhausted himself to the point he crashed right there on the table.
“He’s not dead, I can promise you that.” You giggled, walking in through the glass doors. Peter remained where he stood, not daring himself to step an inch closer. He hadn’t encountered a sleeping Stark before.
Would he bite you? Snap at you? Throw some random physics equation in your face?
Walking over to Tony, his gentle snores became a touch louder, making you giggle quietly. You stood above him, raking your fingers through his hair softly, feeling as he hummed at your touch.
“Mmm,” He muttered, breathing in deeply before pushing the exhale out from his lips. He looked so peaceful yet uncomfortable at the same time.
“Come on, baby,” You whispered, shaking his shoulders gently. Peter continued to peer around the corner, his eyes watching you closely. He was sure Tony would start freaking out, right?
Right?!
“Mm, babe, what are you doing up?” Tony asked you, still half-asleep as you managed to get him to stand, his glasses lopsided on his nose. Giggling, you grabbed them off of his face and tucked them inside the dip of your shirt, tossing his arm over your shoulder.
“I was coming to get my sleeping boyfriend and take him to bed. Peter thought you were dead.” You tapped his abdomen. He gently walked with you and you were careful to lead him up the few steps to the glass doors that Peter opened for you.
“The kid thought I was dead?” He asked, sleep-deprived. His brown eyes gazed around the room, now reflecting on you, a sleepy grin on his face.
“You smell nice.”
“You’re a zombie.”
Chuckling, you loaded your boyfriend onto the elevator with you, taking you both up to your shared bedroom. You waved to Peter, his smile spreading across his face as he watched you be closed in by the doors.
“You should’ve come to bed hours ago, Tony,” You sighed, watching as the doors parted and you made it into your bedroom. Leading Tony over to your bed, you settled him on the edge as you removed his shirt.
“I was busy,” He retorted with a childlike smile, making you sigh. You nestled him underneath the sheets and he was nearly passed out again as you crawled your way over into your side.
“Even Iron Man has to sleep,” You told him with a gentle stroke of your finger across his chest.
“Sleep is for the weak,” He yawned.
“Says the one going to sleep. And was passed out on his desk.”
“You caught me at a bad time.” He smirked, turning his body instinctively towards you. His arms engulfed you as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his facial hair rubbing against your throat, making you laugh.
With a few strokes of your hand across his exposed back, his gentle snores restarted, making you smile softly.
Even Iron Man needs sleep.