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summary: finally after dating for some time now, jack builds up the confidence and courage to ask his longtime girlfriend to move in with him.
warnings: short fluff, mention of jack's ex wife.
Getting home after work wasn’t always what Jack loved when he had to come home to an empty place. Where he would come in and be met with no one.
The quiet, the feeling that nothing can take a toll on a person such as himself. He didn’t always like that feeling; hell, who would? He hated coming home to an emptiness where it was only him and him alone.
He didn’t mind much of it over time; he took in as much as he needed to. He worked, he made his money, and he came home right after his night shift. The day was still bright, but he had sleep to catch up on.
Sure, sometimes it was nice to come home to a nice quiet space after the loud night, but sometimes he wished he could talk to someone.
It was almost like anyone who was listening heard his answers. Not too soon after he met her, his now longtime fiancée, Y/n L/n, soon to be Y/n Abbot.
They met in a pretty funny way. She had come into the hospital with a pretty big gash along her eyebrow and some on her forehead.
Her first words to him ever were–” Guess trying to be a vigilante is only for the movies.” This makes his night just a little better.
He laughed, shaking his head and agreeing silently.
“Yeah, let's leave that to Batman and whatnot.” She laughed, taking in a bit of his joke as well.
“Here I thought you wouldn’t know who that was.”
“Oh, I’m younger than I look.” He muttered weakly, focused on his working hands. Her eyebrows lifted a bit, which wasn’t the best idea, but they settled down quickly.
“Oh really?” She hummed.
“Mhm.” She laughed as he did the same, looking into her deep e/c eyes and nodding his head a bit at her words.
Y/n had tried to keep it lighthearted, though she had blood dripping down her eyebrow and some across the side of her face.
She had been smiling and wincing now and then whenever he would get close and clean her gash before moving to stitch her up as nicely as he could with gentle hands yet firm.
Soon, she came back to get the stitches taken out and later came back when she broke her pinky finger.
She would come in now and then for either her or her friends. So with that, he finally took up the time to ask her out mid-stitch as she smiled wide, nodding her head and agreeing to go with him.
The date was simple: dinner and wine. Some time to talk about each other and whatnot, and the more he spoke to her, the more he knew he needed to know more of her. Most of her that he could.
He hadn’t allowed himself to get out there after his first wife; he never felt like he could. If anything, he didn’t try either.
But something about her, something very pulling about her, made him quick to feel the need to know her.
To feel and be around her as much as she would allow her to.
And thank God she did. Thank God she talked back to him.
Both of them are quick to talk to each other day in and day out.
Since he wasn’t much of a texter, he would call her late at night or early in the morning before and after work.
It started with the two of them just on the phone before they started FaceTime, which he liked since he got to see more of her. He got to see what she was doing and how her face looked when she spoke, which he liked the most.
He admired how her face would move and how her lips, which were ever so soft, would speak with each word.
It didn’t take long for him to propose; of course it didn’t.
So coming home to that empty home turned into something–
“Jack! Thank God…please can you hand me the pain please?” She pointed at the paint can that sat towards the open entrance of the door.
He looked down and smiled.
“This?” He pointed, making Y/n roll her eyes.
“Yes, that,” she muttered.
“What is this paint?”
“Jack!” Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and waiting for it as he finally gave it to her.
She looked at Y/n once more before he stood next to her.
Y/n had been sitting next to a half-painted wall with shorts and a simple shirt on that was his.
He liked what she looked like in his clothes more than he should have.
“Have you been painting since you woke up?” Jack asked, looking at Y/n, who shrugged simply, nodding her head.
“Yeah, this new house and all. I just love it so much. Wanna make it pretty.” Y/n smiled at Jack, who smiled back.
His eyes looked at her face and slightly messy hands.
The two of them had bought a house shortly after the engagement. They both stayed up all night and finally found something worth a beauty so live in.
“I know you do. But you have to make sure you're sleeping well too.” He muttered, his hand softly moving across her jaw and the side of her face.
She looked at him.
“I can’t sleep well without you. Plus, I think there's a monster under the bed.” She laughed, making Jack laugh, shaking his head as she did the same.
“Well, let me go get it so we can take a nap.” He held out a hand for her as she took it.
Smiling wide as he helped her to her feet.
“You gonna get the monster?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get it for you.” He laughed as she smiled wide.
The other was taking a shower together as she made him something to eat, some simple breakfast and juice for both of them.
After they ate and talked about his night, they both made their way upstairs. Into their shared room, he was quick to cuddle behind her, his lips kissing her shoulder, her warm neck over and over with closed eyes as she sighed.
His thumb was soothing her skin while he continued to kiss her skin, her warm and loving skin that he would look forward to every day and every night when they were apart.
He loved coming home. Coming home to her was something he loved the most. Something he loved more and more.
his duties ⋰˚☆ jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader
summary: as a year went by for the newly wedded couple, people are starting to worry is y/n and jacaerys is able to conceive a baby for their bloodline. worries climb and suspicions of cheating makes jacaerys become more and more focused on y/n.
warnings: jealousy, overthinking, y/n having a tough time getting pregnant, talk of pregnancy, usual targaryen incest, reader is alicent’s daughter, angst a little? fluff! mentions of smut but not written.
When Y/n married into the Targaryen house, of course, she wasn’t expecting entire grace and full patience within the family. Her mother had raised her with the mindset of accept, obey, and keep quiet.
She wasn’t allowed to share what she felt unless it was for the good of her family back at home. Don’t say what she really felt, only to her mother in quiet, without guards nearby, and not to say anything to her father, who had grown sicker and sicker as the days passed.
Of course, her father knew what her mother requested of her, and he hadn’t been having any of that. He would let her sit beside his bed as the smoke filled the room, the warm fire lighting the darkness that the room had been consumed in.
She would share her fears of marriage, and she would tell her father how nervous she was that Jacaerys, her betrothed at that time, wasn’t who he was.
But her father would calm her worries.
Telling her that he is who he says he is and that Jacaerys had a kind heart. Just like he had, so yes. She soon managed to let her worries subside and go through with the full marriage that had been arranged.
Her family had been there, with the shock of her father as well, standing with the troubles of his breath that threatened to cut off just by nearly standing for a few seconds.
Jacaerys had been in his house's colors, and her mother had tried to make sure she showed hers as well, even though Y/n had thought it would make more sense to wear white.
The ceremony had been outside for the main part of the wedding. Since it was part of their family for many years, they had to perform a certain part of the marriage before finally finalizing the deal.
This part took place outside; her father had been given a chair, her mother and her siblings, who had been there despite Aemond and Aegon’s protests. His family had been there as well, and everything had gone like it was supposed to.
She would catch a sneaking smile that Rhaenerya, her older sister, would give the two of them. Y/n is giving one back.
Y/n never had many words exchanged between her and Rhaenyra. But, she had known she would make a very fine queen one day, and she couldn’t wait to see that happen.
Jacaerys had been instructed to cut the bottom lip of Y/n’s mouth with the dragonglass that had been handed to him. The smell of iron, smoke, and the outside air mixes around itself.
Blood was being traced along the section of her forehead as she had done the same for him. Crimson red, dripping from their bottom lips, he then cut a fine line of his skin along the palm of his open hand.
Strong red, dripping onto his hand as he’d cut hers next. Wincing quietly at the pain before regaining her stature, she tried not to focus on the pain and more on the act itself.
Looking at Jacaerys now and then, who had his eyes already fixed on hers, she looked a second to share a passing smile. He is doing the same.
His dark brown curls, which her mother had grown to hate more and more. Her mother had been praying to the Gods that Y/n’s white hair would surpass his darker hair when it came time for her to bear a babe for the family.
Y/n had thought about this; she never would have minded if their kid ever did inherit his hair. He had fine hair, which was curly and had a shine to it when the sun angled just right.
She wouldn’t be angry or opposed if their children did have his face, either.
Y/n had been labeled the Kingdom's love. Her face was as soft as a coffin, her words as dull as a sheep's eyes. She didn’t have much to say unless she was spoken to, but whenever she did say something, it was of relevance.
Jacaerys had a beautiful face. He took after his mother, her father would say. The way his nose angled and his eyes, wide and brown with life. His words sharp and meaningful.
She knew he was of importance, and she admired him now and then when they were children, but that was rare. It would be quick and end just as fast.
Alicent would have her informed nearly all the time so that she could read, make sure her hair was nice, and have her dresses measured and made. She made sure she was perfect for her husband.
But Alicent hadn’t known that her husband would be Jacaerys.
Their hands now equally spread open, they were told to hold hands. Squeezing the blood that leaked into each other's bodies.
The words being spoken.
“Blood of two. Joined as one.” The speaker had started speaking in their ancient tongue of Valyrian, and the wind had been blowing just enough.
Y/n is being handed a heavy cup, drinking the mixture of their blood that had been dripped into the cup.
After taking her fair drink of his and her blood, she made a small face at the warm liquid that slid down her throat and into her body. Passing the cup to Jacaerys, who’d taken it in his hands next, he did the same.
That night of the wedding was a passing blur over the years as time went by.
Now, three years had gone by, and word had gotten around that Y/n and Jacaerys had been having a rather tough time wearing a babe.
“My lady, the Maesters are here.” One of her ladies had told her. Y/n turned around from the window where she had been standing, taking in the ocean view.
She sighed.
“I fail to understand why I need such meetings with them,” Y/n muttered, looking back at the window as the door opened to let them in.
“Ah, Lady Targaryen. Good Morrow.”
“Yes. Good Morrow.” She replied quietly, turning to the male who had been dressed heavily in a gown. A box of things was in his other hand, while she was instructed to lie down on the bed.
Pretty much a usual thing that they would do since they noticed she still had yet to hold a baby.
“Have you and Prince Jacaerys been trying to convince a babe?” The Maesters asked, looking at Y/n, who had been getting comfortable on the bed with the help of her handmaiden.
The pillows fluffed just right as her nightgown was pushed up past her knees.
“We have not the time, sir. With his duties passing and my own.” She replied, watching as the man sat down below her open legs.
The feeling of his cold tool touching her parts made her cringe and want to just close her legs for good.
“I see. You have your bleed as of now. A babe being conceived at this time would be difficult.” He muttered from below. Making Y/n roll her eyes a bit.
Well, yes, of course it would be. She’d been bleeding heavily for some time, now, but that was normal. It should be stopping sometime soon anyway.
“Yes, it would be.” She gave him her words as he stood up. Placing the slightly bloodied tool in the hot water bowl that the maids had brought.
“If you fail to become pregnant, your mother would have me here in an instant. I, however, see nothing wrong.” He expressed to her. Y/n gives a small nod of understanding.
Once she was given the room to herself and the women maids, a warm bath had been run for her so that she could get ready for the day.
It’s not that she couldn’t hold a child; it's that Jacaery,s truthfully, hadn’t been as dedicated to that as of now as much as the others were.
They tried within the first year of being married, but once it didn’t happen the first time, he just didn’t give it another try.
Especially since they were needed somewhere else.
Y/n is having her wife's duties, and since she had a life of her own, she didn’t mind not having a baby right now. They were still young, and a baby wasn’t needed. His mother, Rheanerya, hadn’t been pushing for a babe as much as Alicent was.
✧˖*°࿐
Jacaerys had been busy as of late, to say the least. He knew of the speaking that townspeople and the workers within the castle had been saying about him and Y/n.
Saying that the two of them had been failing to both show and announce to the kingdom that they had been successful in having a child. Usually, at this point in time, most married couples would have one already.
Esusual within the Targaryen household, it was nearly customary that they had at least two or three babes by now. But of course, he had no time for that.
He and Y/n had both shared the mind that they didn’t need a child right now; if anything, having a babe at such a time would most likely not be the best. They wouldn’t be able to rest, focus, or share time.
Walking down the hallway as he spoke to the people, he caught a nearby glimpse of his wife, Y/n, who smiled at a hidden face.
His eyebrows frowned at this; he felt a pinch in his heart grow heavy as his eyebrows pulled so close together he was sure they would get stuck there.
“Shall we have them move to the north?” The man he’d been talking to asked while he still stood close to Jacaerys.
“Yes…just–we can move the guards up north of the castle for the morrow.” He muttered, looking out of the window as she laughed at whoever she spoke to.
“How many of them, Prince?” A guard asked, looking at Jacaerys, who had been too focused on his wife, who had been sharing that smile that he had grown to love more and more with each passing morning and morrow.
Though they didn’t know each other as well as he had hoped before they were married, they managed to grow that bond over time.
She had laughed so hard her eyes closed, a flower in her hand being twirled around in the air that surrounded it.
She always did love the gardens; she loved the smell of certain flowers since she stated that some of them didn’t have that much of a pleasure to be around.
He made sure to know which flowers she liked and didn’t like so that whenever he did want to gift her something, he knew which ones she would actually treasure more over the others.
“Prince Jacaerys?” The guard muttered, making him blink hard.
“Who is that man that my wife, Princess Y/n, is speaking to?” he’d asked, not sparing them a look as he held his hands firm against the sides of his body.
The guard took a peek.
“That would be her newest book reader, Prince–”
“Book reader? Has he no name?” Jacaeryes looked to the side where the lead guardsmen had been standing.
He blinked, looking off before speaking.
“Uh, I haven’t known it, Prince…”
“Has anyone met this book reader?” He kept his jaw tight, clenched as he spoke.
“Princess Y/n herself and or your mother, Prince,” the guard explained to Jaccaerys, who firmly nodded.
“I see. How is he meant to entertain my wife by reading with no book in hand?” He muttered, watching Y/n even further, who smiled, nodding her head as they shared more words.
Gods, he needed to know what was being said. What was so jested that it made her laugh as much as she had been?
What was being shared that he couldn’t hear?
“I want you to keep a close eye on this, unknown book reader.” He demanded, making the guard look side to side.
“She has already a guard–”
“And she shall have more.” He cut him off, making the guard immediately stop speaking.
Looking back at his wife as he resisted the urge to go down to her this instant, he would just have to settle for seeing her later after her dragon back riding.
Y/n had a made day where she was both busy and had time to speak for a few words of exchange in between.
✧˖*°࿐
Like he had originally wanted to do, he was one of the first to be standing at the landing spot for Y/n to greet him. Her dragon's white scales shone with the aid of the slight, gloomy sun.
Watching as his wife’s white hair flowed with the air around her, she smiled a bit. Patting her dragon's back and giving her words in High Valyrian.
“Kirimvose.” She spoke, and he had heard her. Jacaerys resisted the urge to smile, her words soft and kind just as much as her eyes were.
Stepping down with a smooth overthrow of her leg that had been on the other side of her dragon.
Jacaerys, being sure to be the one to help her get down, had his hand outstretched for her own, which she held onto. Their hands were the same ones that they had gotten married with.
“Ah, my dearest husband.” She joked, making him roll his eyes.
“Jacaerys is just fine, princess.” He’d smiled as she gave him a look.
“You complain of me speaking your title, and you call me princess.” Y/n laughed, shaking her head as she took off the gloves that hid her hands before handing them to the person who usually took her gear.
“A good ride today?” He asked, looking at her as she fixed her wild hair.
“Yes, it was. The sky was clear. You should go sometime with Vermax.” She suggested, pointing at him as the two of them made their way into the stone castle.
“I am far too busy for that.” He replied to Y/n, who shrugged.
“As am I. But I still make time for her. It is what is best for them. They do not need to stay hidden down below in that dragon pit. It’s far too wet down there.” She complained to Jacaerys, who had heard it all before.
Y/n cared for her dragon more than most. She had wanted to have her dragon grow out in the open, but they had said it wouldn’t be best, so she made it a thing for her to take the time and give her dragon that freedom.
“I have already spoken to the dragon keepers. What more are you requesting of me?” He’d asked her, making Y/n turn to him.
She’d looked at his face, his eyes, his brown eyes connecting with her violet ones, and his hair before she shook her head.
“Nothing, Jacaerys. I just wish that my prince of a husband had been able to do something with that. But I see that I must do it on my own.” She replied, finally turning her body to walk away with the two guards.
Jacaerys sighed, knowing it was probably best not to bother her any further since she would only win any and every argument they had.
The figure of her dark clothes and white hair retreating down the long hallway was the only thing he had looked at before he had to make a turn of his own.
✧˖*°࿐
A few moons had passed, and Y/n had been finding herself with this mystery book reader that Jacaerys finally learned the name of within the same week.
Jacaerys would catch the passing glimpse of the two of them whenever he was out at that moment or so happened to be around. He didn’t like the idea of some man getting to think he had the right to do so.
Thinking he had the right to be around a princess with his stature. Thinking he could openly laugh and smile at Jacaerys’ wife, who wouldn’t say anything and/or try to correct his wrongdoings since Y/n didn’t see anything wrong with being comfortable with a commoner as such.
But Jacaerys did, of course he did. He saw Y/n giving away the attention that he wanted to have for only himself. The attention that he deserved. Her husband.
Y/n had the soul, the face, the voice, and the actions of an angel.
But her family, her name, and her title said otherwise. She had a name of royalty and beauty, strong and unweirlidng. Her silver hair was long and beautiful as it climbed down her back and was claimed by the wind around her.
She walked through whatever space she was in and went through it as she deserved it. Y/n had that right.
So did Jacaerys, so did his family and the Targaryen name.
But this, man, this book reader that would sit around with his wife, Jacaerys’ wife, all day and talk to her with no face, no clear direction of respect as Jacaerys could see.
So of course, Jacaerys was upset; he was a little angry, and it wasn’t good that she was meant to be away for some time to go back with her mother in King's Landing for some time.
Both in their shared chambers as Y/n packed her boxes. The dresses and nearby items that she would need while she was gone.
“Do you have a mind on how long you must stay?” He’d asked. The sound of crackling fire filled the space behind them.
Y/n hummed, looking around the room for something else before she hummed silently. Her silver hair flowed with every movement she made.
“I haven’t the idea, Jace. Why must you ask this many times?” She replied, looking at Jacaerys, who shrugged. Sitting on the edge of the bed while he watched her walk around.
“Is it so bad for me to ask how long my wife will be absent? Is it?” He smiled at her just enough as she rolled her eyes.
“Yes, given that you have not asked this many times before.” She laughed softly, looking side to side while she tried to find something that she couldn’t seem to find.
He sighed just a little. The feeling of his hair touching his forehead is known for its slight wetness from the bath he’d taken not too long ago after Y/n’s.
To put it simply, usually he wouldn’t ask as much, knowing that he didn’t have to worry about her since he knew that she could hold on her own.
However, he found himself wanting to be around her more as time went by.
“I’m allowed to miss my wife when she is away.” He casually added. Making her smile once more.
“I have not said you can’t.”
“You talk as if I can’t.”
“I merely pointed it out.”
Both of them spoke right after each other, like usual. He loved moments like this. The quiet of the night as if was consumed with just the two of them.
The warm fire lighting the dark room around them as the wind of the night blew into the room from the open stone windows. The night is making itself known with the bright moon above.
“How long must you take leave?” He asked once more. Watching as Y/n walked over to the white-sheeted bed.
Taking her usual spot closest to the window.
“Not long, Jace. Go to sleep.” She muttered, covering herself with the blanket as he slowly did the same.
Lying beside her like usual, he took the time to look at her for just a little longer. Watching the way her body fully relaxed into the bed. Her long silver hair falls just enough over her shoulder.
Her eyebrows were relaxed as well, with the slight movement of her eyes under her closed lids.
He often admired her in this state as well. Fully relaxed, beautiful as if she were still awake and looking at him with her eyes.
He would imagine what their children would look like as well. If they had her eyes, her hair, or her nose.
Or if they would have his face, down to the curl of his hair.
He hoped that they would inherit a bit of her face. It would make it easier for them to live if they did.
✧˖*°࿐
The leave of Y/n wasn’t as bad, but he did start to hear things.
Things such as Alicent thinking of breaking off the marriage with Jacaerys as if that were possible.
She had wanted Y/n to marry Aemond to ensure that her kids would have the pure Targaryen name, silver hair, lilac eyes, and everything that she wanted to happen.
He wasn’t happy; why would he be happy when his wife was being forced to go through that while he had to stay home and wait for her return?
And when she did, he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Y/n?” He’d muttered, looking at his wife who stood beside a larger tree, shading her from the warm sun above them.
Their current spot is in the garden that she so treasured.
“Yes, Jace.” She replied, looking at him with a small smile.
He took a breath.
“I think we should start a family now.”
Y/n’s movements stalled, looking at him with her eyebrows pinched close together.
“We are a family, Jace.”
“With a babe. You and I.” He replied quickly. Making her teasing smile falter.
Oh Gods, was he mistaken?
“Me being pregnant wouldn’t be best as of now, Jace–”
“But we can make it work. I will do what I have to do. I will do my duties and be by your side. You can still visit the dragons, you can ride until you are swelling at the stomach. I will do what I need, what you ask of me.” He muttered in a rush, leaning in as she sighed.
Taking her hand in his, she didn’t pull back or object, so he held it tight.
“I will do what you ask of me.” He repeated, with more of a promise of desperation as she smiled softly.
Nodding her head.
That night, as they had planned, went just as he thought it would.
Of course they’d done it before, trying with the hopes of pregnancy, but he didn’t go fully into it as much as he did that night. Their bodies were sweaty, and her silver hair fanned over his face now and then.
EXACTLY, WHY AM I WHITE IN EVERY X READER FANFICTION????! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE AN IMAGE OF A WHITE PERSON THAT IS SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT THE READER IN THE HEADER??? WHY AM I BLUSHING? WHY AM I THROWING MY HAIR INTO A MESSY BUN WHEN MY HAIR IS IN BRAIDS 99% OF THE TIME??? WHO IS SLIPPING THEIR FINGERS INTO MY HAIR?? HOW ARE THEY DOING IT IF MY HAIR IS, ONCE AGAIN, IN BRAIDS BROTHER
ALSO
DEAR CHARACTER
STOP TRYING TO WASH MY HAIR EVERY TIME THERE'S A SHOWER SCENE
IT'LL TAKE US A FULL DAY TO GET OUT OF THAT SHOWER IF YOU DO THAT
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
SELFIE ✧˖*°࿐ Michael Jackson || mature x fem!reader
summary: michael is still getting the hang of owning a phone where he can actually text and call people on. y/n however gets it pretty quickly with being her age, so she helps him understand.
warnings: newer technology, unestablished age gap, y/n is a model, at home fluff, just sweet
Sitting on top of the comforter, twisted into the throw on a softer blanket that Y/n had just bought, she typed on her phone as she texted a friend about weekly gossip and drama that she found out at work and through Michael.
He was a gossiper, though he didn’t want to admit it; don’t let the two of them get on the phone while across the world from each other. They would go on rants of talking about whoever they worked with.
Talking about things like, " Did you see what she was wearing in that photoshoot?
Or, how come celebrities tried to get too comfortable around them, showing their real colors and making weird jokes about other people.
Laughing out at her friend's joke that she spammed over and over after saying, “Sorry, I don’t know why that did that,” which caused her to laugh even more.
Everyone was still getting pretty familiar with phones since it was the first flat screen phone that you could call and text on, along with look things up and take pictures. Y/n was getting the hang of it faster than she should have.
She set up her social media platform, taking endless pictures of herself, the views, Michael, and more things she thought were cute.
Such as coffee, her fuzzy boots, new skinny jeans with decorations set on the back pockets, some jackets, behind the scenes of her photoshoots, and just things she thought were cute.
Selfies were one of her favorite things; she loved making kissy faces and sending them to Michael, who would only send a series of emojis since he expressed he didn’t know how else to use the camera yet.
Which brought him to this moment–” Hey, baby?” He spoke, catching her attention immediately.
Turning around and looking at him over her shoulder, she hummed.
“Can you show me how to take some pictures?”
“Like what?” She asked, sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed in front of her.
“Like the ones you send me, the cute ones of your face.” He expressed, which caused her to smile widely.
“Aw, the selfies?” She grinned, looking at him as he walked closer to the bed, sitting across from her.
“Yes, I love those and want to send some to you too, but they’re blurry and don’t look the best.” Michael went on, unlocking his phone, which had the password of their anniversary, which she found adorable.
Her’s was his birthday.
She nodded her head, scooting over closer to him so that her face was closer to his shoulder, just enough for her to look at his phone.
“Okay, first, what is this background, Mikey?” She laughed at the default wallpaper that came with every phone that was brand new. He looked at her quickly and then at the phone.
“I don’t know how to change it, so I kept it. It’s cute though, right? Look at that view.” He shared as she still laughed softly.
“Here, look at mine.” She muttered, grabbing her phone that was smaller than her hand, turning it on with a single press of the button that sat on the top, the screen lit in an instant to reveal Michael and Y/n with wide smiles.
She had someone else take the picture for them as they stood outside, with a large view of the forest trees.
“Oh, what? That's so cute, baby. I love that, you never sent that to me.” He muttered, looking at the phone with suwinted eyes.
“Where are your glasses?” She asked, and he shrugged.
“I think on the table, the bedside table,” he pointed, looking back before forward, which Y/n was quick to grab.
She loved his glassed on him. It made his eyes even bigger than they already were, which she adored more than anything else. She called him Bambi eyes several times over. That is also his contact name.
Handing them to him as he moved his layered, straightened hair that she also happened to love more than she should have.
Though she did express her love for his short and curly hair that he used to have.
“Okay, how do I change the picture?” he asked, looking at the phone that he would push out from being too close to his face. She laughed softly at this.
“Uhm, what did you want it to be?” Y/n asked, looking at him as he thought.
“Can it be a picture of us two?” Michael suggested, and Y/n was quick to nod towards
“Yeah, of course, of the one I have or?” Y/n trailed off as he shook his head.
“Of us like this, a picture of us both.” He revealed what she smiled widely at.
“Okay, yeah, here open the camera.” Y/ninstructedd which he did immediately. The camera opening was just a bit blurry before it cleared to reveal his chin and chest.
“Raise it, to your face.” She followed up, the camera now showing their faces, which he immediately smiled at.
“Oh! Okay, nice…how do I–”
“No, baby its too close, back it up just a bit.” She waited as he did so, her lips straight while she blinked, his face nervously smiling, which caused her to laugh just a bit.
“How do I…okay, wait.” He fumbled with the camera, accidentally taking a picture of nothing but blurry hair, faces, and pajamas.
“Here, hold it straight, you don’t have to hold it with both hands, just like this.” She instructed, her hand over his while he took her advice.
“Okay, now press the button.”
His finger moved up to turn the daphne off–” no, no…the grey button on the screen.” She laughed as he immediately moved his other finger up to do so.
“Oh! Okay..alright, smile!” He did just that as she followed, smiling widely at the camera as it captured the two of them in a forever picture.
She smiled widely while instructing him on how to move it as his wallpaper, which he had previously favored over the past one that had previously filled his screen.
He had continued to teach her how to change numbers to names, how to send pictures, and a lot more things Y/n didn’t mind sharing.
//hi i know this is the pot calling the kettle black but.
"matt murdock who fucks you so hard and makes you cum" "matt murdock who is a sex god" IM TIRED OF IT. BRING BACK YEARNING.
matt murdock who does not believe in soulmates until he meets you.
matt murdock who learns you, who memorizes you-- your favorite foods, your hatred of certain textures, the last color you painted your nails, the things that make you tick, the way your breathing changes when you've had a long day.
matt murdock who finds himself distracted when he hasn't heard from you, wondering if you're doing okay.
matt murdock who sends flowers to your office, just because.
matt murdock who goes from bachelor with only beer in his fridge to keeping the pantry fully stocked with snacks for whenever you get hungry.
matt murdock who feels his skin start to burn when you give him the gentlest of touches-- a caress of his arm, a hand on his shoulder. it drives him crazy.
matt murdock who is intoxicated by the mere sound of your voice, learning all the different tones you take in various situations, the way your voice softens when talking to anyone you deem a baby (cats, dogs, kids, drunk foggy), or the way it hardens when you're dealing with someone you find annoying (clients, assholes at the bar, etc)
matt murdock who gets drunk with his best friend one night and leaves you 27 voicemails, ranging from twenty seconds long to fourteen minutes, all rambling about how much he loves you.
matt murdock who spends months trying to hint that he likes you, buying you lunch, asking if you need anything, always pouring your coffee just the way you like it, asking if the book you finished was good and letting you ramble about it for twenty minutes.
matt murdock who has the biggest, fattest, most disgusting crush on you.
matt murdock who blushes whenever you enter the room.
matt murdock who yearns. yearns for you.
and yeah, also, he fucks. of course. get yourself someone who can do both. get yourself someone who makes you cry from overstimulation AND spends hours kissing literally every inch of your skin because he can and he wants to.
get yourself someone like matt murdock, who can only be described as head over heels in love with you.
YESSS like guys yes we like smut but giving the softest characters like clark kent (who did do that makeout INCREDIBLE), or neteyam, aonung literally some other SWWETEST CHARACTERS the most explicit sex life like ohhh my god bring back angst, fluff, misunderstandings literally anything.
why are we having smut in everything we read ive been thinking about how its in literally every fic ever atp. like yes this is tumblr whwre all the freakiest smut is, but i just want a balance at LEAST of all that. how much does it cost for a decent cup of coffee bro
michael jackson masterlist ! INFO: fluff. 🦒 angst. ⭐️ nothing major. 🐒 (there most likely will be no smut, i don’t like writing smut with michael sorry!)
come home surprise : summary . michael comes home from tour to surprise you ! 🦒🐒
best christmas ever : summary . giving michael a surprise christmas morning with a major gift 🦒🐒
nesting : summary. michael comes home to see the after math of y/n’s major nesting phase. 🦒⭐️ (mentions of past infertility only.)
NESTING ✧˖*°࿐ Michael Jackson || 90’s x fem!reader
summary: y/n finally entered her nesting phase of her pregnancy. being thirty-three weeks pregnant, it can be both beautiful and exhausting. michael comes home after a long day to see the entire house changed and his pregnant wife eating ice cream mixed with cereal.
warnings: pregnancy || 33 weeks, y/n is a model, mentions of past fertility, nesting phase, fluff? if i missed anything lmk!
After long days of work, singing, dancing, practice, and performing, he was finally home. Home to his loving wife, who was currently very pregnant and missing him dearly.
The entire time he was gone, he had both received and called her several times a day, for multiple hours. She would usually be there with him, traveling so she could model, try fashion lines, and overall be there for him to give support, which he loved most.
He and his wife had been together since the eighties; now, in the nineties, people all over the world were baffled by the fact that they practically grew up together.
She was his forever girl, and he stuck with that. Writing several songs, featuring her in many music videos, and having her at almost every single interview he was ever asked to do, since he was able to grow more comfortable around her, and she naturally stood up for him, making him feel safe as well.
But all of that slowed down once she entered the phases of her heavier pregnancy. Clothes were hard to fit, her ankles were a little too swollen, her back hurt at all times of the day, and overall, the worst parts of it .
He, however, stayed and helped with it as much as she could. He would try to offer medication, but she said she refused to take medicine until the birth, since she was worried it would hurt their son in any sort of way.
Y/n had been offered a pregnancy clothing photoshoot that Michael was happy that he happened to be there for.
Sighing heavily as he unlocked the door to their shared home, he was hit with all of the lights turned on. Along with the smell of apples, cinnamon, and lemon. Eyebrows pinched in confusion, he walked throughout the house and into the large, very clean kitchen.
She had happened to set up the baby bottle section, feeding secretion, and some other things she had bought that he wasn’t there to see.
Hiding a grin, he’d continued to walk throughout the house. Into the living room to be face-to-face with an entirely new couch from the old one.
Now, it was very early in the morning, probably about three or four. So he was pretty shocked to see the lights on, the window wide open, which revealed the beautiful, wide view of a forest that Y/n adored more than anything.
She had been growing a garden full of natural fruits and vegetables that they happened to actually eat for dinner several times, both good and very healthy.
Y/n had been going on and on about organic, healthy, and a very strict diet for this pregnancy since she wanted everything to go right. They’d been a little nervous when it was suspected that she was pregnant since she had once heard from the doctors that she’d been infertile.
Hearing that from the doctor absolutely broke the two; she cried for several days, stressed about what she could do to change it, and tried everything. Of course, he was hurting for her; they both wanted nothing more than to start a family.
That's all they talked bout when they were in the three-year mark of dating. Of course, it hurt.
But one day, when they weren’t trying or thinking, it happened. She was oblivious to it, doing photo shoots, interviews, fashion runway shows, and more. Then, she missed her period for the first time. Which she knew never happened to her before.
Y/n didn’t get as much morning sickness, but whenever she did try to eat certain things, she would throw them back up the second they went down. She suspected it was a stomach bug when it happened the first time. But then it kept happening, and that's when they went to the hospital and heard the news.
They were both ecstatic, immediately talking about names, what they thought it was, what they would do, and how it would all work out with her and his jobs not lining up and nearly always away.
That's when y/n proposed they both just bring them along to wherever they would be, and be home for however long they could be, together.
Walking through the living room to face the various pictures that looked squeaky clean. Shiny and rearranged, it showed pictures of their marriage photoshoot, some younger photos of them, and the baby's ultrasound pictures as well.
She and Michael wanted to have as many pictures as possible, even more than he got here.
Smiling until he heard the faint sound of something fall, he turned hsi heads twords the stairs.
“Y/n?” He called, and he heard her hum back, which he smiled at once more. Jogging up the stairs, even skipping a few, he walked into the baby's soon-to-be room.
And there she sat, the TV on the floor, the baby crib lying on the floor along with several parts, tools, and the instruction paper.
She wore her hair in its sleep style and in her oversized matching set pajamas. Sitting with her legs straight and open, with an ice cream tub and frosted flakes mixed in it.
Her eyes slightly wide as she looked at him with the silver spoon hanging out of her mouth, she nervously smiled.
“Honey, what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t home for another week.” She started, taking the spoon out of her mouth and placing it back into the tub.
He laughed quietly, making his way over to her and sitting next to her on the floor.
“I got home early since I missed my wife and son so much. What is going on?” He laughed, looking down at the hidden sandwich that sat on the floor on top of a napkin.
“Uh, I don’t know what you're talking about, actually.” She muttered, taking a scoop of ice cream into her mouth.
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Nuh-uh..”
“Really?”
“Yep.” They went back and forth as he laughed softly, his eyes moving down at the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.
“Is that–”
“Hey! Don’t, our son wanted that. I just haven't eaten it yet.” She wanted to move the sandwich over slightly by the corner of the napkin, which caused him to laugh.
“And the ice cream and cereal?” He teted, pointing at the entire tub that was nearly gone.
She hummed, pointing at it with her spook– ” he wanted that too.” this making th ebothof them snort a laugh.
“Okay, fine. What all did you get? A new couch? Who even put that together, baby?” He asked, now leaning down onto his side, his arm holding him up.
She blinked in thought, this might take a while, she had been experiencing what she called–’ pregnancy brain.’
Forgetting things that she just thought about or said not that long ago.
“Oh! Marlon and Jackie, yeah. I had them help me get it, and the company brought it in, but I couldn’t move it since it's too heavy,y so I asked them.”
“Uh-huh…and where did the old one go?” He asked, smiling slowly as she smiled, looking to the side with her eyes.
“In the basement.”
He immediately laughed out, which she did as well.
“Come on! It can be his playroom downstairs and the hitting area for guests! I’ve been thinking about that, and I love that idea. A nice playroom and a living room would go well. I just need to paint the walls… let's do that.”
“No, no, you are not doing anything but finishing that ice cream cereal and coming to bed.” He laughed as she shook her head, with a groan.
“I was on a good streak, come on. I got the bathroom set up, the nursing table, the kitchen, the safety locks, and baby-proofed the entire house. Did you see the corners of everything?” This is making him think.
He didn’t see it entirely, but he did see a glance of something on the corner of the tables and the kitchen counter.
“Oh, look at you, working and baby proofing everything. I wish I were here to help.” He started muttering, which she was quick to catch onto.
“Aw, no, it’s okay. Hey–it’s alright, I know you work, we both do. You’re here now, that's what matters most to me.” She smiled, her slightly wet lips connecting with his as he hummed into them.
“Tastes sweet.” He muttered against her lips, giving her another peck. She smiled.
“Thank you.” She replied before he snorted a laugh.
“I think it’s the ice cream.” He reminded her, which she groaned at.
“Oh, I thought it was naturally me.” She muttered into his lips, which he smiled at, giving her another peck immediately.
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