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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year
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Baby formula was expensive, and Eddie knew the fact that half of the container being spilled on the counter would probably cause Steve to have a heart attack.
It was an accident, obviously. He didn’t just decide to dump half of the powdered gold that fed their newborn daughter on the kitchen counter.
And Steve wouldn’t be mad about it. He didn’t get mad about accidents.
But he would definitely spiral about how that was two days’ worth of bottles for Ella and how they had a budget.
Eddie told him many times they were fine. He had more than enough money in savings from the band’s success, and he knew Steve had his own trust fund that he’d guilted his parents into letting him keep as a way to apologize for never being around in his childhood.
Money wasn’t really an issue for them.
But Steve was still careful with it, and Eddie loved that about him.
Other than their house, they’d never made major purchases, and stuck to necessities only with occasional extra spending for birthdays and Christmas for their loved ones.
But after they adopted Ella, Steve turned into a penny pincher. He stocked up on everything from diapers to formula to baby soap any time there was a sale, and refused to buy the “fancy” brand that had the same ingredients and vitamins as the generic store brand.
Eddie loved him.
But he was very worried about Steve finding out about this.
Maybe if he just cleaned it up and then pretended Ella had had a few extra bottles?
No, then he’d panic that her food intake was abnormal and he’d call the pediatrician and Eddie would have to backtrack and then Steve would be mad.
He pulled the trash can in front of the counter, swiping his hand across quickly to get most of it into the trash.
As he moved the trash can back to its usual spot, Steve came around the corner with Ella in his arms, cooing at her.
God, he was born to do this. Eddie was gonna do everything he could to give him the six nuggets he wanted so he could watch him in his element for as long as possible.
“Say hi to Daddy, Ella,” Steve said before looking up at Eddie, who was wiping down the counter furiously.
Not fast enough if Steve’s face was any indication.
“What are you doing?”
Dammit.
“Just cleaning.”
“You’re wiping the counter.”
“Yes.”
“You never do that.”
“I just finished the dishes so I thought I should.”
“You do the dishes all the time and never do that.”
He was so suspicious. Rightfully so.
Eddie knew he was found out, or if he wasn’t quite yet, he would be as soon as Steve saw the trash.
He sighed, letting his head fall down and his chin hit his chest.
“Eds, what is it?”
Steve was walking behind the counter, concern on his face. Concern for Eddie. Concern he didn’t deserve.
“I spilled something, it’s not a big deal.”
“Okay. But you’re being weird about it so it makes me think it is a big deal.”
And then he saw it. He must have, because Eddie watched him freeze in his tracks and stare down at where the trash is.
“Stevie, it’s not a big deal. I’ll go get another can to make up for it.”
“What happened?”
“I was measuring out her nighttime bottle and knocked the can over.”
“That’s a lot of formula.”
“I know.”
And then Steve started laughing.
It startled Ella in his arms and she let out a whimper like she was about to start crying.
Steve handed her to Eddie so he could lean over, hands on his knees, and laugh louder.
“Ella, your dad’s lost it.”
“Sorry,” Steve said as he tried to gasp for air between hysterical laughter. “Just- you were so serious. Why didn’t you just say that?”
Eddie knew he wasn’t seriously asking that.
“Sweetheart, you’re kind of insane about this stuff. In a good way! I love you because you’re a little crazy! But like, that was a lot of formula and it’s wasteful and costs a lot to replace.”
Steve’s face went serious.
“Baby, you don’t think I’d be mad about an accidental spill, do you?”
Oh no, he was hurt.
Eddie hurt his feelings.
“No! No. It’s not that. It’s just you’re so serious about the budget and this would mess it up.”
“It’s just a little. And it’s not like we actually have to live so tight.”
That was suspicious. What the hell did that mean?
Steve wasn’t changing his mind on the budget, was he?
He must’ve done something.
“Oh my god. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh yes you did. Your face is bright red and you look like you committed a felony. I would know what that looks like since we’ve committed at least two together.”
Steve somehow blushed harder.
“It wasn’t a felony.”
“Aha! But it was something!”
The tables turned awful quickly. Eddie didn’t know how, but he’d take it. Anything to get the focus off of him.
Ella was gurgling in his arms, eyes flitting between the two of them like she was watching a tennis match.
“Well, you know how we talked about getting an RV, right? Since we had Ella now and might try to adopt again? Since it’s one of the things I want more than anything?”
“You bought an RV.”
Eddie was smirking at Steve, who probably expected him to be upset, but Eddie was thrilled.
Not only would they be able to travel the way Steve wanted to, Steve had thrown their budget right out the fucking window.
“I put a down payment on an RV. I told them I had to talk to you first.”
“This is gold.”
“We did technically talk about it already.”
“We did.” Eddie bounced Ella in his arms and looked down at her. “Wanna go on a road trip, angel?”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for you to spend my money for years. This is the third best day of my life.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Eddie walked up to him and kissed the corner of his mouth, then his nose, and finally his lips.
“I love you and your crazy budget.”
“I love you and your ignorance of how money works.”
“That’s why I have you, sweetheart.”
Steve rolled his eyes but nodded.
“We can pick up the RV tomorrow if you want.”
“Did you plan our first trip yet?”
“No.”
Eddie raised a brow at him.
“Yes.”
Eddie jumped up once, making Ella giggle.
“Where are we going?”
“I figured you’d wanna take Wayne to the Smoky Mountains.”
Of course he did. Of course he thought about what Eddie would want and what would make Wayne happy and what he could do to make it happen.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Then I guess we better make a stop at Wayne’s house tomorrow with the RV.”
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sunny44 · 5 months
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All these years (Part 9)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.
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Ten months after the last chapter
This was the first night I managed to sleep properly.
Today, our baby turns 1 month old.
Matilda Leclerc was as smiley as Charles, and the dimples were identical.
I carried her for 9 months, felt every pain for her to be born, just like him.
And speaking of Charles, I could hear his baby voice speaking softly to her as I lay in bed with my eyes closed.
"Do you know you're daddy's love? And that I'll take care of you forever?" she made some noises with her mouth. "Your mom is jealous that you look like me, but I honestly love that. I love you, you know, love your little eyes, chubby feet, and your baby smell. I love you even when you're all messy."
"Good to know." I say, looking at him. "You'll be in charge of the messy diapers now."
"I can do that." we hear a little fart, and he laughs.
"I think you'll have to start now."
"Well then." he gets up and leaves the room, and I brush my teeth and decide to go to her room. "Babe, come here."
"Problems?"
"I don't know if I'm doing it right." I see that the diaper is all crooked, making me laugh. "Don't laugh at me."
"Sorry, love. But you're doing a great job. Don't worry."
"Guide me."
"Okay, she's already clean, and the diaper is already positioned on her bum, so now you grab the front flap and pull it up." he does. "Now, open the tabs and fasten them in the front."
He does it slowly and fastens the last tab, then strokes her little tummy, and she giggles, making Charles's eyes fill with tears.
"Did you see that she laughed at me?"
"I saw, love." I hugged him from the side.
He finished putting on the onesie that said "I'm daddy's baby," which Charles had bought the day after we found out I was pregnant.
"Okay, I'll finish packing their bags so we can go to Arthur's."
Arthur and Megan are living in Milan for a few months to help us with the baby and we were going to visit them. It would be the first time everyone would meet her. Our parents followed the pregnancy, but during the delivery, there was a snowstorm here, so they couldn't catch the flights to come. And since today is her first month, we're all going to meet to celebrate.
In the first month, we didn't go out much with her. I think the fear that something might happen was greater, and I think all first-time parents have that fear.
"I'll take a shower, and then we can go."
I took a shower, did a quick makeup, and put on warm clothes since it was winter in Monaco.
"Look at this." he appears excited with Matilda dressed in a mini Ferrari uniform. "Look at how my baby is."
"She looks just like you on race weekends." he laughs. "Can we go?"
"We can." he hands her to me and takes the bags.
I locked the apartment door, and we went to the car, and obviously, Charles went straight to the Ferrari, a track that I started to hate since we had it.
"Let's not go in this death machine." he looks at me offended.
"My baby is not a death machine."
"Your baby is here on my lap, and I'm not going to put her in that car, which besides not having a back seat, is not safe."
"Okay." he gives up, and we go to my Range Rover."
My car and his two cars have a car seat for her since it was good for emergencies, and in fact, I haven't bought any since my parents, his parents, and Arthur and Carla gave them.
Matilda was the most spoiled child in the world, I think.
"Well strapped." he kisses her forehead and sits in the driver's seat. "Let's go."
The journey was composed of Matilda's cries and children's songs on the playlist that Charles had made for her on his Spotify account.
We arrived at Arthur's apartment and took all the luggage and went to the door. Charles had put her securely in the baby carrier on his chest so we could carry everything. She had fallen asleep and was covered with a blanket, her little face leaning against his chest.
When I tried to put her to sleep, it only worked when Charles wasn't home, but when he was, she only slept in his arms.
"We're here, family." he says somewhat loudly, and everyone comes running. "We know this rush is not for us."
"Yeah." I laughed, and we greeted everyone who went straight to Charles and Matilda.
"She's so beautiful." says stroking her thin hair. "She looks just like Charles."
"Don't say that near Y/n, or she'll ask for a divorce." I rolled my eyes, and they laughed.
Speaking of which, we got married. A few months after I found out I was pregnant.
We decided we didn't want a very big party, so we got married at the courthouse and had a little party for the family later, where we announced that we would be parents.
"She's a copy of Charles, literally." they look at me. "From the noises when they're sleeping to the stubbornness."
"I'm not stubborn, you liar."
"Yes, you are."
Soon, she started crying, and Charles took her out of the carrier and handed her to me. She hadn't breastfed before leaving home, so she woke up because of that.
"Someone is hungry." my mom says, and I sat on the couch.
The boys went to the kitchen to get something to drink, and I started breastfeeding Matilda while the girls sat around.
"How's it been? I mean, being a mother."
"It's great, to be honest. It's tiring at first, especially since none of us had experience with this, but we're doing well. She's very calm."
"That's great. Charles was the calmest of the three."
"Y/n was calm too and hardly caused any trouble."
"The only trouble she gives is when it's time to sleep. When Charles is away, she even sleeps with me, but as soon as she senses when he gets home, she wakes up. And when we're together, she only sleeps in his arms." they look, dying of love. "She'll finish here, and even though she's sleepy, Charles will have to take her."
"She's very attached to him, apparently."
"Yes, a clingy one." Matilda finishes, and I hand her over to Pescale, who said she wanted to fix her.
This was another funny topic. She always vomited on Charles, who surprisingly started laughing, and Matilda giggled along with him.
"Is she done already?"
"She's with your mom." I point, and Charles goes to his mom and takes her.
"Charles." she scolds him when he takes her.
"She's my baby, not yours." he says and leaves, making me laugh.
"Is he always like this?"
"Yes, even with me, but then I say that I carried and gave birth, and then he pouts and hands her over to me." they laugh. "He's very attached to her and doesn't leave her side. She grumbles to cry, and he runs to wherever she is."
"He's adorable."
We talked a little more, and I decided to go to the guest room, where I saw Charles passing with her a few minutes ago. I stopped at the door and watched them.
Charles swayed her slowly and murmured something. I approached him, and he smiled, then gently put her in the middle of several pillows, gave her a little kiss on the head, and hugged me from behind as we watched her sleep.
"I love you. And thank you for giving me her." he whispers in my ear, and I smile, snuggling more into his embrace.
"And thank you for not giving up on me."
He kissed my forehead, and we stayed there, watching our baby sleep.
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blossom-works · 6 months
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The Apple of His Eye
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A peek into the life of the Kennedy household with a gentle cocker spaniel, a nurturing mother, a protective father, and their oh-so-adorable little human.
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A/N: OC is the same OC from His Sunshine
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Leon's eyelids start to flutter at a familiar sound. His tired mind slowly lulls itself back to sleep. A few seconds later, his ears pick up at the same sound. Leon tries to go back to sleep but a loud babble forces his brain to kick his body into high gear. The babbling gets louder and louder.
'Doesn't sound like she's crying.' Leon compromises. If she really needs him or her mother, she will start crying. Finding a rational excuse, Leon sinks himself further into the mattress. Just a few more seconds and Leon will be back in dreamland.
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Wrong.
The baby monitor transmits a loud screech, compelling Leon to open his eyes and kick his legs over the edge of the bed. Hhm, that is weird. The other side of the bed is empty. Where are you? The squawking does not give Leon enough time to think.
"Okay. Okay. I'm on my way, bunny." Leon grumbles while shutting the monitor off. The distance from the master bedroom to the nursery is only a couple of feet away. In fact, both rooms are located at the opposite sides of the staircase. The master bedroom is at the left, down a mini-way. The nursery is the door directly to the right of the staircase. Per routine, Leon looks down at the door to see Shiloh tapping her paws against the wooden floor, awaiting her chance to say "good morning" to her little human.
Pushing the door open, Leon gives the medium-sized dog to enter the decorated room. When the DSO agent first encountered BOWs, he never thought that he would get married and have a kid. It was something pre-Raccoon City Leon thought about, but that wishful thinking quickly left the man after the events of '98. It was not until after your one-year wedding anniversary did Leon really started thinking about having kids. He discussed his desire with you which led to some serious baby-making.
Leon never had any experience with babies before Eri was born. He never changed a diaper and he never held a baby. Kids, Leon was comfortable around. They know how to use the bathroom on their own, and they mostly run around all day. The cherry on it all was that Leon would be raising his baby from day one. As soon as that baby popped out of you, Leon would be a father.
Your pregnancy with Eri was relatively easy. You did not experience morning sickness or many aversions to food or cravings. You did get emotional here and there, giving Leon some serious whiplash. Most of the time you were just tired. Leon forbade you from doing field work when you told him you were pregnant. He was even able to convince the president to give Leon domestic cases so he could be closer to you.
After Eri was born, Leon's view of the world permanently changed. As much as Leon hates his job, the moment he held Eri, Leon knew he would be a DSO agent until his late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Why? Leon needs to do everything he can to make sure his little girl can live in a world without the worry of bioterrorism. When you took Eri home, Leon used his connections to up his home's security system.
Changing diapers. Bathing. Changing clothes. Cleaning spit up. Diaper explosions. Late-night feedings and changings. You name it, Leon did it. It was definitely a learning process for him, but you were able to show Leon the ropes. Thank goodness that you had experience with babies. You spent your teenage years babysitting your little cousins, and your older brother and sister have kids of their own. Lord knows the chaos that would have erupted if the both of you were clueless about babies and raising them.
Leon loves fatherhood. His own childhood (at least the parts he remembers) was not a happy one. His parents got into some sketchy stuff with equally sketchy people. Their family was always on the run. Then, Leon was orphaned. Eri is Leon's chance to make up for his childhood. He would be the father he never had. You would be the mother Leon wished he had growing up. The two of you would give Eri the childhood Leon never had.
Shiloh claws at the crib, whining through the wooden bars.
"Calm down, girl. I'll get her in a sec."
The baby stops her crying when she sees her father. Cheeks are free from tears. Leon lightly pinches her chubby cheek. "You little faker." He coos. On most mornings, Eri would whine and fake cry to get her parents' attention. She would always greet them with a mischievous smile that said, "Ha ha, I tricked you. Now pick me up!"
"Morning, bunny." Leon picks his daughter up by her armpits and holds her against his chest. Morning cuddles with his baby girl are one of Leon's favorite ways to start his day. The others are cuddling with his wife and umm...cuddling with his wife. Eri nuzzles against Leon's t-shirt, further messing up her brown hair. Other than her eyes and hair, Eri looks just like you.
After their morning routine, Leon lays Eri down on the changing table. His daughter looks around at the wall beside her and her curious hands try to grab at the garland of stars. With his quick reflexes, Leon stops her.
"Nu-uh. Your mom would yell at me if you pulled that down."
You spent days planning Eri's nursery. A couple of those days were just trying to figure out the theme of it. Leon told you that he did not care, which ended up biting him in the ass. You wanted his opinion, but you forgot that the man is not well-versed in home decor. Eventually, you narrowed your options down to a night sky/starry night theme. Leon never heard about this website called "Etsy" until then. So. Much. Shit. You bought off that place.
You even had your baby shower themed the same to keep things simple. Since most of your family lives in Georgia or the Carolinas, you had the baby shower in Atlanta. The Redfields, Jill, and some of your FBI friends came down to celebrate too. In this entire room, Leon's favorite object is the framed footprints on the wall. You asked your nurse to print Eri's feet on cardstock so you could hang up. Every month since Eri's birth, you and Leon make it a goal to stamp Eri's feet. A cute memorabilia for the two of you.
Clean bum, check. Now Leon needs to feed his baby. Putting her down on the living room carpet, Leon rummages through the fridge. On the second shelf, he sees two plastic-wrapped plates. The bigger plate, his plate has a note on it. It says, "Good morning, handsome. I left for a quick trip to the grocery store. I made you and Eri some breakfast to keep your morning easy. All you need to do is cut up an apple for her. I already fed Shiloh, so don't worry about her. - Sunshine <3"
God, you are amazing. Leon heats up Eri's plate first. Like Leon, she tends to get hangry. After heating the small plate up, Leon sets it aside to let it cool and he takes an apple from the fridge and cuts it into bite-sized pieces (while also getting his "dad tax" in).
'Wait a minute...It's too quiet.'
Putting the pairing knife down, Leon wipes his hands with the kitchen towel and looks for his daughter.
"Eri? Where are you, apple?" Leon peeps from over the couch and his daughter is nowhere to be seen. He calls out to her again. Great. Another game of hide-n-seek. Eri's favorite game to play. If you leave the little girl alone for long enough, Eri will wander off and hide. He blames you for introducing the game to her. You would hide around the house with Eri, waiting for Leon to find you. It was cute until Eri decided to spontaneously play the game by herself when she learned how to crawl. You and Leon had a full-on panic attack when you could not find your daughter.
Both of you have dangerous jobs. Resulting in making dangerous enemies. When you and Leon moved out of your shared apartment to live in a house in the suburbs, the main concern was security. Files on DSO agents and their families are strictly confidential. Even the people who work at the Pentagon have to have a certain level of clearance to access that information. Even Eri's birth certificate is confidential. The only information that is not blocked out is her name, date of birth, and sex.
But, there is always that small chance that someone can find out about your family. When that does happen, Leon wants to be prepared for it. Your home is on a large piece of land in Arlington, Virginia. It is close enough to the city for help to arrive in a reasonable time frame, but far enough to enjoy some well-deserved privacy. With Hunnigan's help, Leon was able to equip his property with a high-tech security system. Cameras, motion detectors, audio recordings, and more. Leon even chalked up some hidden compartments around the house to hold firearms of different kinds.
After twenty minutes of looking, you found Eri asleep under the dining room table. The chairs blocked her from your view. That day, you and Leon did not take your eyes off of her. One of you was always with her to make sure she did not crawl herself into trouble.
"There you are, you bad girl." Leon bends down to drag Eri out of the walk-in pantry. Oh, and Shiloh often hides with Eri. The two of them are partners in crime. "Let's get you something to eat alright? And not give your old dad a heart attack."
By the time Leon finished doing the dishes, you came walking in from the garage door with two arms full of groceries.
"Hey, handsome." You greet while tossing the plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. Leon greets you back with a kiss before helping you put the groceries away. Seeing her mother, Eri squeals in delight. She leans over the tray and makes grabby hands at you.
"Awee! Did my baby miss me?" You pick Eri out of her highchair and smother her with your love. Leon could live in this moment forever. If he had one wish, this would be it. Just him, his daughter, his wife, and his dog at home. No spontaneous calls from work. No investigations. Secretly, Leon takes out his personal phone and snaps a photo of you cuddling with your daughter.
The afternoon comes and it is almost time for Eri's nap. She usually naps for about two hours before being put to bed around eight-thirty. Today has been an easy one, and Leon hopes it stays that way. When the two of you are home, Leon puts Eri to sleep while you make lunch for the two of you. Eri always has an early lunch before she naps and a snack after she wakes up. The two of you found that to be easy considering Eri's tendency to get cranky when hungry. Like father, like daughter.
Leon walks into the kitchen to see you watching something on your phone. A pan is on the stove, sizzling.
"Watcha' watchin'?"
"A video popped up on my YouTube feed. It's about three things this guy learned from raising daughters." You hand the phone to Leon since the lessons are being told from a father's perspective.
When you plate your respective meals, Leon is sitting on the back patio. You find this unusual because he always tells you where he is going (with the exception of some missions). Even if it is somewhere around or in the house. You slide the patio door open.
"Leon? What's wrong, babe?"
He shakes his head. "It's nothing." Leon opens his arms to invite you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into Leon's shoulder.
"Did you get another mission?" Your guess is a valid one. Leon almost always gets like this, quiet, when he gets a call from his higher-ups. Your husband hates to leave you and he hates it more when he has to leave his darling apple, but Leon shakes his head "no".
"Is something bothering you then?" Again, Leon shakes his head "No".
Alright, then you will wait for Leon to tell you what is bothering him. Until then, you pull Leon up and bring him to the kitchen. There is no way that you are going to forsake your hard work. His appetite has gone down a little, but Leon knows that if he does not eat, he will not get a chance to without paying the "Eri tax".
Later that night, after Eri is snoozing in her crib, Leon tells you what is bothering him. The last thing the man in the video said hit Leon straight in his heart. The last lesson for dads is to teach their daughters how to shoot. It is Leon's job as a father to be his family's main provider and protector, but there will come a time when Leon will not be there to protect and provide for his family.
As much as Leon tries to rid of the dangers of the world, darkness will always lurk. It will be his job as Eri's father to teach her how to defend herself. To protect herself from the monsters that try to stop her from reaching her full potential in the world. Cause'...someday daddy will not be there to do it for her. Sometime in the night when the baby monitor picks up on Eri's cries, Leon volunteers himself to care for her.
Half-asleep, you hear Leon talking to your daughter. Repeating the same promise he made when she was born. To protect her for as long as he can. Then you hear Leon say, "Did you just pee on my hand?"
In the morning, your family of four go to a nearby park to take a walk. Eri is in her stroller, you pushing the stroller, and Leon is walking Shiloh. This writer has been focusing on the nurturing mother, protective father, and their adorable daughter, but what about the gentle doggo?
Shiloh has always loved people. Cocker spaniels are known to be wonderful family pets and very tolerant of small children. The first day you brought Eri home, Shiloh would not leave her alone. While you were pregnant, the dog would find every opportunity to nuzzle against your stomach. When Eri still slept in the room with you and Leon, Shiloh would sleep at the foot of the bed or next to the bassinet.
Their relationship would only grow as Eri gets bigger. You have a video of Shiloh giving one of her toys to a one-month-old Eri, wanting the baby to play a game of fetch with her. When Eri started eating solid foods, she would purposefully throw a small handful on the ground. Always nearby, Shiloh would lap up whatever Eri was eating. There was one time when you were out of the house, Leon was giving Eri a bath and then Shiloh hopped into the tub.
You used to be Shiloh's best friend, but you gladly gave that position to Eri. They make a cuter pair anyway.
With a household full of girls, Leon is always smothered with love. Before, you and Shiloh would always fight for his attention, and now he has three girls fighting for it. You like to mess with Eri when she gets cuddly with Leon. You would pick Eri up and put her a few feet away from Leon, before running back to him and taking her place. Purposefully, you dramatically nuzzle against Leon and kiss his cheek with a loud "Mwah!"
She only started crawling about a month ago, but Eri is a fast one. She would pop up at her father's feet and cry out to him, demanding that he pick her up. When he does pick her up and place Eri on his lap, she would try with all her might to push you off. If she could talk, Eri would say "My daddy!" Then Shiloh and Eri fight with each other to get Leon's attention. Safe to say that Leon loves the attention he gets from his girls.
Bath time is Eri's favorite. Right behind cuddling with mommy which is right behind cuddling with daddy, which is behind chasing the things that likes to play with her and lick her. Eri loves water. She loves slashing it everywhere. Leon introduced Eri to a water bath toy. It is a whale that lights up and spurts water out of its blow hole. Kind of a double-edged sword because Eri will not let either of you bathe her without that toy.
"That's enough, bunny." Leon begs as he scrunches up his face. Thanks to his baby girl, Leon's chest is all wet. He learned to rid of his shirt whenever he bathes Eri. It is easier to dry himself off without having to deal with a soaked shirt.
Eri dismisses her father's pleas and continues to punch the water. Her dark brown hair is clean and the water droplet on her nose enhances the button-like feature. Eri's eyes are a hazel brown, but if the light hits her irises just right, you can see a swirl of blue in them. You once joked that Eri's charming features would attract all the boys in her class, begging her to be their girlfriend. Leon did not find that funny. He protectively held Eri to his chest and said, "The sons of bitches better know how to shoot then."
Leon's last straw during bath time is when Eri shoves water over the edge of the tub, drowning the tile and soaking the edges of his gym shorts. Leon puts a diaper on Eri and takes the towel-clad baby to her room. Carefully, Leon tosses the clothed baby on your shared bed where you are typing away at your laptop.
"Watch the brat. I've gotta clean up her little mess."
You put your laptop on your bedside table and curl against your baby. You lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her puggy stomach.
"Did you give your dad a hard time again?" Her little giggles say "yes".
You like to keep a few baby books in your room to keep Eri entertained. You sit up against the headboard and plop your daughter on your lap.
"Guess how much I love you."
Animated, you read the book in different voices and inflections. You use your hands to copy what the hares are doing in the book. At some point, Shiloh lays herself in the middle of the bed where your legs are. When you finish the book, you pull out another one.
"The giving tree."
Before you can read the first page, Leon takes it and climbs into his side of the bed. Minding the sleeping dog, he slides you over to him. Practically squishing Eri between you two.
"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy..."
The Kennedy family has vital parts to it.
You are the sun that gave life and light to the apple seed, allowing it to sprout into a little tree. Shiloh is the birds and small animals that give the little apple tree companionship. And Leon. Leon is the protector. The one that wards off the pests that try to nip at the little apple tree. The one that fights off the wolves that try to eat the birds and small animals. The one that blows away the clouds that try to cover the sun's rays. Then there is the little apple tree itself. A precious gift of life that should be nurtured and protected.
"And the tree was happy."
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Note: Eri may or may not have been inspired by the Eri in My Hero Academia...Why? Cause she's so darn diggity cute, that's why!
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allywthsr · 8 months
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BABYFEVER | (h.lewis)
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summary: Y/N sees a TikTok from side+ and gets severe babyfever
wordcount: 1k words
pairing: harrylewis x singer!reader
warnings: none
notes: Y/N is watching this TikTok, literally freaked when I saw it🥲 enjoy and comment your thoughts!
You lay on the couch in the living room, having finished the studio session for today, while scrolling on TikTok and coming across a new side+ TikTok where AI generated the sidemen and what their baby would look like. Harry was the first to start and your ovaries screamed. You‘ve never seen a baby as cute as that and the way Harry was holding it? Get out of here. You needed that, right now.
You‘ve been together for ages as well, and both of your parents annoyed you with a: ”When’s the first baby coming“ weekly. Both of you never felt ready or mature enough to raise a small human being that relied on you, you could barely take care of yourself. Often forgetting to do chores like washing your clothes or bringing out the trash. Don’t get me started on how often you didn’t want to cook, so you just ordered something in, getting takeout way too much. How were you supposed to take care of another breathing thing. You literally gave little Herb to his parents, because you didn’t have enough time to care for him the way he deserved to be cared for.
You loved the trips you took spontaneously or the festivals you could visit without thinking twice. That would change, you weren’t sure if you were ready for this, it was a big responsibility.
But seeing him holding that baby made you forget all the worries, and wanting a baby right now, you needed to see him caring for a child and cuddling with a small human.
He was already the best caring boyfriend you could imagine, massaging your shoulders after a long day, bringing you snacks throughout the day when you worked on new songs in your little home setup, cuddling with you when you craved human contact, and giving you space when you didn’t. He watered the plants when you forget or made the bed when you had to hurry and overslept again. Sending you sweet (or horny) messages when a sidemen shoot took longer than expected and you couldn’t watch your favorite movie as you planned.
And now imagine this man with a kid. It would be chaos but good chaos. Trying to make you breakfast with his little mini-me for you, would end up with flour all over the kitchen floor and the toast black instead of a nice crispy brown. While they go because they had an important ’meeting‘ with the stuffed animals, you had to clean up but you wouldn’t really mind.
Spoiling your child with clothes and toys he found while shooting a sidemen video in central London. Just like he said he would be the fun uncle that gives the sidemen kids candy under the table, he would be the fun dad that could never say ’no‘ to anything and give them candy over the table, because he was the dad and could do anything he wanted.
Comforting them in the middle of the night when a nightmare occurred or the diaper needed a change. Getting the morning cuddles in before both of you had to get up. Your baby laying on his chest and enjoying the skin-to-skin time with their daddy, a hand constantly on their back to comfort them.
He would use every chance to talk about his baby, whether in a sidemen video or on the podcast when the topic was a completely different one.
The way he would sit down at the small table for a tea party dressed as a fairy or play football in the morning on the still wet grass while you prepared breakfast.
He would freak out of excitement on special occasions, like Easter or Christmas, probably more excited than your child.
He would buy way too many gifts and colorful eggs and hide them around the house and garden for your kid to search for when they are older and acting all surprised when they found something. He would definitely hold the egg basket when your baby would say: ”dada hold“, your heart clenching at the thought.
He send you way too many videos on Instagram of dads putting shoe prints with boots and flour on the floor, acting like Santa left them, always telling you how he wanted to do that with your future kids. Drinking the milk, eating the cookies they left out, and putting the carrot for Rudolph back in the fridge. He wouldn’t help with wrapping but definitely chose the gifts, many of them.
So when Harry came through the front door and shouted out a loud: ”Y/N, I‘m home“ and stood up and walked in his direction.
”I want a baby.“
Harry was on his way to greet you with a hug and a kiss but froze in his movements and his eyes widen.
”You, you you you you want a what?“, his stuttering got the best of him.
You chuckled and went to hug him but him being too shocked to hug you back.
”A baby, Harry“, you put your hands on both sides of his head. ”I saw the side+ TikTok where you looked at the AI babies, and that was the cutest thing ever, imagine a small you running around the house.“
It was like a light went on over his head, now understanding where this sudden baby fever came from.
”Let’s get to work then“, he said and scooped you up before carrying you to the bedroom.
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zhongrin · 1 year
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◇ characters ◇ husband!zhongli, baby!xiao
◇ tags ◇ afab!reader, fem!pronouns, mention & implication of pregnancy (reader), children, xiao (tries) to call you “mama”, angst to fluff, heartwarming domestic fluff
◇ a/n ◇ last submission for my ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ϟᴜᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ collab
disclaimer: i don’t have a child, and i won't pretend i know how it feels to have one. this won’t be 100% accurate. however - i have first-hand lived with one and witnessed the calmest person on earth snap from all the stress that is caused by child-rearing, so…
𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
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[ 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ]
you think you and zhongli make for a harmonious couple.
if you were asked to describe your relationship in a word, you would choose ‘steady’. it has always felt as such ever since you were friends, stayed as it is when you started courting each other, throughout your stage of falling in love with each other’s flaws and strengths, and persisted through your engagement and your newlywed stage.
of course, you’ve had fights - from petty ones that make you roll your eyes in exasperation, to bigger ones that made you temporarily move out to your friend’s house for several days to reevaluate your relationship, you had them all. they all ended in the same way, every single time: reconciliation, deep conversations, promises to do better, and tons of affection to make up for the lost time. your relationship is most definitely not perfect, but you’d like to think that it’s healthy and open and, as quoted by your friends, “couple goals”.
but nothing that you’ve experienced so far prepared you for the hectic, sleepless, and insanely stressful life that is being a parent.
and to think you thought pregnancy was the worst. ha ha.
“- he doesn't want to eat, he doesn’t want to see me, he doesn’t want to see you, he doesn’t want his stories, his diaper is clean - i just - i don’t know what to do!”
you had to shout into the phone, seeing as your baby is quite literally screeching his head off in the background, the shrill sound further amplifying your stress headache and breaking your tired heart.
your husband hums in affirmation over the phone, and the background sound of people talking from his side suddenly disappeared. normally, you would have felt bad at interrupting his meetings, especially since you know it’s vital for him to be there, but you’re too far gone at this point - your patience has its limit and it seems like you’ve reached the bottom of the bar.
“calm down, dear.”
“how am i supposed to calm down?! i’ve never seen him throwing this kind of tantrum!! what if - what if something’s wrong - should i go to the doctor? i can’t tell if he has a fever, his whole face is so red and i can’t even touch him because the last time i tried he screamed harder and choked and i was so scared i-”
“[name].”
“i don’t know what to do,” you sob, tears falling down your cheeks, “i can’t do this anymore…”
“of course you can. listen to me, love. everything is going to be okay.”
“will it though?”
“of course. i’m here too. let us tackle this problem together, just like how we always do.”
“….. okay…”
“thank you, dearest. did you try giving him his dragon plushie?”
“he threw it across the living room.”
“hm. strong arms, like his father.”
you sniffle and laugh weakly at his words.
“maybe he missed menogias?”
“their family is on vacation right now,” you wince when xiao throws another one of his soft toys - a limited edition spear gifted by your husband’s friend who runs the biggest toy factory in the whole country - successfully knocking over the untouched bowl of food you made for him before.
another thing to put in the washer, another ruined food, another thing to clean up. wonderful.
“ah, i remember. australia, i believe. i heard it’s magpies season. hopefully they’re staying safe from the birds.”
“who cares about that right no-” you pause.
“….. dear? what’s wrong?” zhongli’s concerned voice snaps your attention back to the phone momentarily.
still keeping your gaze on your son, whose wide golden eyes are also looking straight at you, you whisper into the gadget, as if you’re afraid he’d go back to crying the moment you said something, “he stopped crying.”
“…… xiao?”
the boy blinks and switches his stare at your phone silently, where the voice of his father is addressing him from.
“do you want to talk with daddy?”
his nose scrunches and despite knowing it’s not zhongli’s fault, you snapped at your husband, “no! no he doesn't!!!”
“ah,” another hum, “then, perhaps a keyword… australia? magpie? safe?”
xiao's golden eyes narrow. you whisper a soft ‘no’.
“birds?”
like magic, your son’s expression lights up like a christmas tree. within seconds, he’s waddling towards you, latching onto your leg, teary eyes staring up at you in expectation. you’re sitting still on the dining chair in shock. literally minutes ago he did not want you to touch him at all.
“is that not it?”
“i…. no, i think….,” you hurriedly wiped your tears away and abandoned the phone on the table in favor of hoisting the toddler up to your lap, “birds? you…. you want to see the birds?”
xiao blinks one, twice, and then nods.
you sigh in relief as you wiped the tear tracks on his chubby cheeks. zhongli chuckles.
“will you be alright now, my dear?”
“ah…. yes. i think so.”
“alright. skip the cooking for us tonight, i’ll come back early with your favorites. i love y-”
a small sweaty palm punches your phone’s screen, effectively disconnecting the call. you give the young boy an unimpressed look. he looks back at you innocently before starting to suck on his thumb.
your house resides on one of the higher terrains, along with a great view of the lakes and forests in the distance. this, fortunately, means that you have a lot of trees and birds for your little one’s viewing pleasure. the moment you step out onto the balcony of your second story’s bedroom, xiao starts to bounce excitedly within your arms before settling down, eyes transfixed on the group of avians perched by the nearby trees.
“bub?”
“……,” you exhale shakily, chants the name of the deities above inside your head, and gives him a shaky, weak smile, “yes, love. those are birds.”
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[ 𝑔𝑒𝑜 ]
your doorbell chimes right as xiao accepted the first mouthful of his dinner. the toddler glares towards the direction of the front door, as if silently saying ‘who dares to disturb my meal’, and you chortle in amusement.
“coming!”
after giving a few pats on top of his dark-colored hair, you’re immediately running towards the front door in record speed, intent to turn away whatever salesman you have on the front steps by slamming the door on their face if you have to, because your baby needs his food, darn it.
cautiously, you squint through the peephole.
the sight makes you frown in bewilderment.
instead of some slimy-looking salesman, outside stood your husband in his immaculate work clothes, waiting to be let in like some kind of a lost puppy.
did he forget his key, perhaps? you chuckle in amusement. knowing how often he forgets his wallet, it’s only a matter of time until he forgets his keys, you suppose. with that in mind, you unlock the latches and open the door, a greeting at the tip of your tongue-
the sweet scent of flowers envelops your scent and the entirety of your sight, and you find yourself staring down at a massive bouquet of flowers, tastefully arranged, all freshly bloomed with no single imperfection on their colorful petals and trimmed stems.
“…… huh?”
zhongli chuckles, finding the lost expression on your face endearing. your hands might have instinctively accepted the gift, but it appears your brain has yet to catch up with your body.
“i’m home, dear.”
“w-welcome home? but what-”
“can’t a husband spoil his wife without any reason every now and then?”
“yes? no? i mean-” you want to hit yourself for stumbling and bumbling around like some kind of a high schooler in love, and the entertained laugh from your husband makes you smile in both embarrassment and the sudden happiness that enveloped your whole being. despite already being married, the follow-up kiss to your cheek makes your heart jump and your grin widen.
“may i come in now, dearest?”
you eye your husband with a huff and arch your eyebrows coyly, “hmm. persuade me.”
zhongli doesn’t even hesitate or look surprised at your antics, merely sporting the same gentle smile as he places a proper kiss on your lips this time. now you’re actually giggling like a high school girl, and yet your partner isn’t even fazed, soft lips tracing your jawline, fingers brushing back your hair-
a loud clatter makes the both of you jump, and you would have been touched by the instinctive hold zhongli immediately has on your arm, if not for the sight of disaster in your peripherals.
xiao has, somehow, reached onto the plate of food you set aside for him, and while you were both reliving your honeymoon dating phase (not that you've ever grown completely out of it, according to your friends), had taken the liberty to try and shove the food onto his mouth with his own hands…. keyword here being ‘try’.
the bowl of food lays sadly on the floor, its content spilled against the white tiles.
within seconds, your son starts crying, and the two of you scramble to tag team the situation; with you tending to xiao and zhongli tending to the flowers and locking up the door.
right. gone were the long relaxing beach walks and uninterrupted sweet moments.
….. and yet, as you’re cleaning up the food spills around the baby chair and catch the sight of your now-husband silently patting a sleepy little boy whose belly is now full of food, you think that this kind of life too, has its own unique moments of happiness.
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[ 𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑜 ]
“maa…”
you feel a tug on your hair and groan.
“mah….?”
your eyes squint, heavy eyelids struggling to open, something within you forces you to push through it. wake up, your instinct says. your brain lags, and it’s so easy to just fall back asleep, but-
“maaaaaa!!!”
you sit up at record speed, vision bleary yet immediately alerted at the piercingly loud noise and familiar voice of your baby. instinctively, your arms gather the smaller body of the toddler despite the exhaustion weighing your whole being.
“mmah.”
“yes, baby. mama’s he-” tiny hands push your cheek away and you frown, feeling a little hurt by the rejection, “okay, okay… what is it, xiao?”
he wrestles away from your hug and points at the vase of flowers sitting on the dining table. though the blooms aren't as fresh as the first day you got them from your beloved, they’re still a magnificent sight. not to mention that the size of the bouquet made you separate the flowers into three big vases, and this was just one of them. you understand that your child might be fascinated with the new additional decor to the house, but you really doubt he could carry the whole thing by himself… plus, that sounds very dangerous.
“no no. let’s find another thing to play with, okay, dear?”
xiao gives you a look and stubbornly points towards the flowers again, now slightly frowning.
“no.”
“mahm!”
you sigh, rubbing your temples in exasperation before standing up to approach the table. your little boy follows right behind you, all the while observing your movements, waiting for you to fetch what he wants.
hesitantly, you hold onto the vase in your arms. they’re big. heavy. made of glass. what if it shatters? what if he grabs one of the flowers and they weren’t pruned properly? what if he accidentally stabs himself in the eye with one of the stems??
you really shouldn’t….
xiao latches insistently on your leg, doe eyes looking up at you in excitement.
“gihb!”
with a defeated sigh, you place back the vase onto the table, take one small flower, and give it to your child. he whines and points back to the arrangement on the table. you reluctantly give him two more flowers, slightly bigger than the previous one.
“no more.”
he holds them in his hands and stares at them for a while.
you think he’s going to ask for more, so you opt to sit down on the floor, grabbing the nearest storybook and patting your lap in an invitation, “now that you have the flowers, why don’t you hold them while mama reads you your book, hmm?”
to your utmost befuddlement, instead of obeying, your son looks up at you and lifts the flowers up, before staring at you expectantly.
you smile through the confusion and accept his offering anyway, and you were about to thank him when he determinedly kicks the book away and climbs onto your lap-
-to place a kiss onto your cheek.
....
........
oh.
“are you-” you choke on your words, already feeling tears gathering in your eyes, “-sweetheart, were you trying to copy your father…?”
xiao frowns, seemingly unable to comprehend why you’re not reacting as he expected…. and decides to kiss your other cheek. only, this makes you tear up even more. and he does not like that.
“maamh….”
“oh no no nono darling i’m sorry, mommy’s not sad, not at all!”
you carelessly wipe your tears away when xiao’s nose scrunches, the first sign of tears already showing in his bright-colored eyes. gently, you pull him into a hug and squish his chubby cheeks, peppering loving kisses all over his face with a chest full of warmth and unimaginable joy. the toddler squeaks and squirms on your hold, but you continue to coddle him with affection, for the happy giggles bubbling from his throat clearly reflect his true feelings.
later that night, you tell your husband about the endearing moment, and he laughs in amusement before asking the boy if he could get a flower too.
he gets a freshly laundered spear toy thrown at his knees.
you’ve never felt so smug in your life.
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[ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ]
weathering - the breaking down or dissolving of rocks and minerals on earth’s surface. or in some cases: a phenomenon where strong gusts of wind eventually shape the valley of rocks to create a beautiful and wondrous sight.
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bl00dst41ned · 6 months
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*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.4) ✦.·:·.*
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pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)
summary: in which it’s time for Jude to learn a bit more about babies
author's note: part 4’s finally out, sorry i'm late. not proofread at ALL !! also i have a Jude imagine sometimes next week (and I loveeee it). taglist: @everlyjay, @barcagirly, @alwaysclassyeagle @urmotheris, @fashphotolife
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The door opened in front of Jude, who was met with Mariah.
“Hey, come in” She gave him a small smile, stepping to the side to let him in.
Jude slowly walked in her apartment. He was instantly hit with the warm and familial atmosphere of her home.
“Tami’s in her room, you can come”
They had decided to spend the evening together with their daughter.
He followed behind her to the nursery. Tamara sat in her swing seat, calm as ever
“Hey baby, look who’s there” Mariah cooed to her daughter with a smile.
The baby looked where her mother was pointing and noticed Jude, a smile appearing on her face.
Mariah handed Tami to her dad. She placed her upright on his shoulder, putting his right hand behind her neck. She went to open the blinds, the room’s decoration revealed by the daylight.
The light blue color reminded Jude how much she despised pink for baby girls and promised to do a blue one just to piss people off.
“You did a good job with the room” He broke the silence.
“Thank you” She briefly responded before leaving the room, Jude and Tami at her trail.
They exchanged these few words before going back to silent. A comfortable one.
“How did your parents react to the news?”
Mariah had not seen or talk to them since the break up. They might hate her, or even think she’s lying for money.
“My mom slapped the bloody hell out of me, asked me to apologise and they ordered me to be there for you and Tamara”
She chuckled a bit, recognizing his mom’s personality. Nevertheless, she was glad they weren’t mad at her.
She sat at the table while watching Jude handle the little baby carefully and get more comfortable. He sat on the couch and laid her on his stomach.
His hand caressed her face, pulling back each time she tried to put it in her mouth. He listened to her whines everytime she didn’t get what she wanted.
“Stop being bratty, you ate already”
Mariah and Jude chuckled at her antics.
“Um, Mariah” Jude called hesitantly. “What’s her exact date of birth ?”
Asking this question embarrassed him more than anything. How could he take care of a child he knew nothing about.
“September 23rd, at 2:17AM”
Jude could only respond a small ‘oh’ while printing the information in his head.
“Wait ?! she was born on Jobe’s birthday?”
Mariah nodded with a smile since she had waited for him to catch on that detail.
“He’ll be buzzing when he’ll hear that”
He made a mental note to text his brother about it focusing back on the little human on his chest. The young woman could sense how it affected him not knowing anything about his daughter, not even her birthday.
“ She weighted 2,9 kg and measured 48cm. She’s pretty calm but can get bratty as you can see. She’s really social and loves to see other people….Oh and she loves Frank Ocean’s voice to sleep” She emphasized her last sentence, ranting things he needed to know.
Jude listened to each word, glad he didn’t have to feel embarrassed to ask about her.
His thoughts were interrupted by an unusual smell, his nose instantly scrunching.
“Oop- looks like baby need to be changed”
Jude was ready to hand Tamara to Mariah but was instantly stopped.
“How do you want to learn if you don’t practice”
They headed to the bathroom, Jude gently laying Tamara on the changing table. Mariah got a basket with the products while he opened her used diaper. He stepped back, disgusted by the sight.
“Stop being childish and clean her up” Mariah laughed off giving him baby wipes.
Jude slowly complied himself under Mariah’s instructions. With a little help, he managed to change her. He put her back in his arms, and they both left to the living room.
“I see you’re getting comfortable” Mariah smiled at them rubbing their daughter’s hair as they sat next to each other.
They watched her eyelids getting heavier. They could tell Tami tried to fight sleep, her eyes popping open every once in a while. But she could not resist to her mother’s caresses on her face, soon dozing off.
“Is that some type of cheat code ?” Jude remembered seeing Mariah do the same thing on her IG story.
“It works when I do it at least”
They fell in a comfortable silence, only sound being little baby whimpers. Jude felt like he had found his place. He had a beautiful little girl to take care. He found balance and was slowly growing back a friendly bond with Mariah. Everything he did wrong was turning right.
Mariah also felt like this. Not telling him about Tamara was her biggest mistake and she regretted it daily. But the solution came by itself and she had the opportunity to right her wrongs. Despite failing their relationship, she knew they could succeed in being a family. He gave her his word.
“Thank you for keeping your promise”
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and scene !! this is the end of this little series. hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it.
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whois-jess · 5 months
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This request is a bit strange: can I request a Rhea x Fem! reader in which reader just gave birth to their baby (they had them with an IVF) and Rhea comforts their baby who's whining during their first bath at the hospital and when Rhea attempts to change their diaper, the baby pees on her? You're free to delete this if you're uncomfortable.
Baby
Rhea Ripley x Fem!reader
(It may be a little weird but if you ask i will do unless its very weird and creepy)
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Y/n and Rhea were put in a room after Y/n had delivered there first child, a beautiful baby boy "you okay babe" Rhea said sitting by Y/n their son the other side all wrapped up "yeah just tired" Y/ns head turned to their son "he so pretty" she smiled "he is you did amazing baby" Rhea said softly standing up going to their son putting her pinky out for him to hold "my two favorite people" Y/n said slowly putting her arm and hand out for him you hold as well.
Sometime past Y/n was now asleep leaving Rhea and her son "come on baby boy lets get you clean while mummy sleeps yeah" Rhea slowly and carefully pick him up supportive his head "you look just like mummy but somehow have my eyes and nose that's weird" she lightly chuckles walking over to bath the nurses set up for baby "okay lets get you clean,yeah" she takes his baby onesie off and nappy before holding him in the water "i might have to dress you mummy will put in too cutesy things" she giggles "look at you clean boy" the baby babbles and starts to wiggle "oh baby its okay mama is here" the baby keeps whining "okay almost done bubba" she finishes cleaning and puts an animal towel with a hood "aw you little koala".
she picks him up taking him to a changing table looking over to see y/n still asleep "lets put a clean nappy on you" she places the baby down going over to the bags "okay we got everything time to change the baby" she says unwrapping him from the towel, she places the nappy under him "well done sweetie- and you pissed on my hand, yep that happened" Rhea walks to the wipes cleaning her hand "you be good i wont tell mummy" she says pointing at him "aw i can be mad at such a cute face i wish i could kiss you little chubby cheeks" she says and the baby giggles "that funny is it" she wiggles her finher in front of him.
"I will say thats a good first time changing a nappy" she said pick him up and putting him back next to Y/n. Y/n starts to wake up "hi baby" she smiles and kisses Y/n cheek "yeah how is the little guy" Rhea smiles at Y/n "he is fine best baby in the whole of America" Y/n chuckles "yeah but i don't want to think about the bill" Rhea chuckles this time "don't think about just rest you basically pushed a melon out of you" Y/n smiles at Rhea "can you somehow cuddle with me?" Y/n asks looking up at Rhea "i will try, we also got to facetime my parents and show them our little burrito" Y/n nods as Rhea somehow cuddles up to Y/n "home soon baby" Rhea says kissing her forehead.
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bedoballoons · 9 months
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AHH THIS IS ADOORABLE could you make a part 2 from finding a baby on the door and then after taking care of the baby and decided to keep it or unless not...👀 BUT ANYWAYS Loving the Genshin characters sm
YES! I was really hoping someone would want a part 2! Thank you so much for your request!
Genshin Men Headcanons:
✿~Part 2!~✿
~Taking care of the baby and deciding to keep them...or not~
A/N: If someone would like to see alternate endings for example, if someone doesn't keep the baby and you want them too, or they kept the baby and you don't want them too, OR you want other characters, don't be afraid to ask! Requests are open! <3
(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, and Cyno!)
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Tighnari (Doesn't keep):
You giggled quietly, watching Tighnari as he attempted to feed the baby and proceeded to spill more than half of the baby food on the little one, rather than actually get it in their mouth. The tiny being laughing hysterically as food dripped down its messy chin and dirty fingers, their eyes filled with so much happiness.
By now the two of you had spent enough time taking care of the baby you had a bit of a rhythm, each morning you'd take turns feeding or making breakfast, Tighnari would leave for work most of the day and then you'd come back together for dinner. It was a perfect...each day went by quickly and it felt like you were now a family. Of course, that was only wishful thinking...after all the Mahamatra had said they would stop by after two weeks to collect the baby...find them a permanent good home.
You wanted to talk to Tighnari about it...see if he felt the same way you did...about keeping the little one, even if it wasn't what either of you had planned..."Tighnari...?" You said quietly, feeling nervous as his ears flicked your way, his eyes still focused on the baby as he tried to clean him up a little. "Hmm?" He sounded distracted and for a second you wondered if perhaps you should leave it for a different day...but you were running low on time.
"...Can we keep...the baby?" His head turned to you as you spoke, his eyes slightly widened as he stared at you, was...it really such a surprising question? He sighed softly, leaving the baby to keep playing with their food as he walked over to you...your heart already starting to sink. "Ive known for some time now you wanted to keep them, but...what if that's just baby fever? We've only had them for a week and a half...and with me having work as a forest ranger, Collei, and the side job of being a on call doctor...there's already so much going on..."
His words...they made sense, but you didn't want to believe them...you almost wanted to cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked past him, the baby mere feet from you still laughing sweetly as they splashed food onto the table. "I truthfully...don't think this is baby fever Tighnari...I know you have a lot on your shoulders...but I'm here to help and the baby...they were given to us...don't you think it was meant to be...?"
He had to of noticed your reaction as he stepped closer to you, pulling you into a caring embrace, and gently kissing your forehead before responding, "I'm sorry...but I don't think we are ready for this. I'm not completely cutting out the idea of starting a family...but right now isn't a good time." You stepped out of his embrace, you just... needed a moment to yourself, you thought as you ran into the bedroom...closing the door behind you...
Kazuha (Keeps):
Apparently the people of Inazuma weren't interested in adoption, after speaking to Heizou, who was unable to find the original parents of the baby, he said he'd do his best to find a nice home for them...but you'd both have to watch them in the meantime....that was almost a month ago. You didn't really mind though, each day had been a wonderful, even with difficult times and stinky diapers, Kazuha was always there for you.
Just like now, the two of you sitting on the floor, cuddled together as you played with the baby, pretending to sneeze or blow kisses at them, their small face so full of joy as they giggled loudly. The both of you couldn't help but giggle along with them, the two of you having so much fun...you couldn't help but want to stay like this. To think...you'd never really thought about children to now...it felt crazy.
Your gaze left the babies adorable face and instead landed on Kazuha, his mouth in a wide smile and his cheeks slightly blushed from the amount of laughing he had done. Your mind making you speak before you could even truly think of the words to say, "Let's keep them Kazuha....I love them and I think we should keep them...raise them together." You watched nervously as he went through so many emotions, shock...then back to happiness and then to love.
He leaned his forehead against yours, giving you soft butterfly kisses before he spoke, his voice sounding calm and loving, "I've been thinking about that too...seeing you with the baby...it makes me feel like I'm in a dream and I want to stay in that dream...forever. You both have become the reason I no longer need to wander...I've already found everything I could have ever been looking for."
Your eyes started to water, you felt so overwhelmingly happy, this really was a dream come true and you got to experience it with the most perfect person for you. You gave him a sweet kiss, pouring all of your feelings into it before gently pulling the baby into your lap. Kazuhas arms wrapping around you both...you were a family now after all.
Wanderer (Keeps):
(I use the nickname Scara here!)
You laughed loudly, your stomach slightly hurting from laughing so hard for so long as you watched Scara struggle to dress the baby, the cute sunflower onesie being difficult as the the little one waved it's arms and legs, laughing so much you couldn't help but wonder if their tummy was going to hurt by the time he was done getting them dressed.
"This is impossible.." Scara finally decided as he stepped away, he had a small smile on his face and a light blush on his cheeks, showing he was slightly embarrassed he couldn't do this simple task. He wouldn't say it out loud...at least not yet, but he enjoyed making you both smile and laugh, knowing he was finally...apart of a family. He couldn't believe he was actually...happy being a parental figure, it was almost like he was making up for how he had been treated by his own mother.
When you finally calmed down from your laughing fit you stood up, gently putting the onesie on the baby before picking them up, holding them softly against your hip, your eyes meeting Scaras as you considered what to say next, "Scara..I know you said you didn't want children...that understandable, they are a lot to handle and after what happened to you it makes sense why you wouldn't want to be a parent, but...you're so good at being a father and seeing you with a baby...it's so perfect. It's like we have a perfect little family and...I...I want to keep it that way...but I don't want to force it on you..."
You swallowed harshly, trying not to get to anxious about the situation, it was a life changer...and you knew that, but after the couple weeks you'd been taking care of the little one...you couldn't help but think it was the right life change to make. Even Nahida had complimented you both on how well you had been doing...going so far as to say you two seemed happier.
"You're right, I didn't want anything to do with children...I thought of them as nothing but dirty, whiney little humans who couldn't even use a restroom on their own...., but....even though that's still partially true...I can't deny...I like the baby too. I like...us with a baby and I never thought I would say this..., but I think...we should keep them. Just don't expect me to change every poopy diaper." His blush deepened slightly as he shared his true feelings with you, the topics he had been thinking about for awhile now...
You giggled happily, holding the baby out for him to hold, watching as he tickled them before speaking, "I won't make you change every poopy diaper...but I am gonna make you learn how to put clothes on them." You snuggled into him lovingly as the two of you played with the newest addition to your family, the missing piece you never realized you both needed.
Xiao (Keeps):
You softly kissed the babies cheek, watching with a wide grin as their small fingers curiously reached out to touch Cloud Retainers beak. This was the first time you had introduced them to the animal Adepti and...the geo archon who was currently spectating from a few feet away. Xiao was standing next to him, his spear put away for once, he looked so proud as if showing the little one to everyone was the greatest achievement...other than when he had managed to get you as a partner.
"One cannot help but think you should keep the small human, after all they have been left to you and they are incredibly cute. Much like Shenhe and Ganyu when they were younger." Cloud retainer said, loud enough that Xiao and Zhongli could hear, the baby now softly touching her feathers...their face shifting from curiousity to excitement.
"It is true...they are quite adorable for a human child and you two have thus far done a wonderful job at taking care of them." Moon carver said, softly nuzzling his nose into the babies cheek, the small one giggling in response and hugging the big deers face. "What does thou say... conqueror of demons?"
Xiao walked over to the two of you, the rest of the Adepti taking a step back as the question still hung in the air. He leaned down, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke, "What do you choose? If we keep them, my promise remains the same, I will protect you both with my life." He reached his hand out, smiling slightly as the baby softly grabbed his finger and smiled up at him.
You looked around, everyone waiting on your answer as if it wouldn't be what they were all expecting, "Of course I want to keep them...I wanted to keep them the second I saw Xiao interact with them." You grinned widely as Xiaos smile grew, his lips touching your forehead gently, before he repeated the same action to the baby.
Cyno (Doesn't Keep):
Cyno bit his lip, watching silently as you sung a soft lullaby to the baby, doing your best to help them fall asleep after a long day of playing hide and seek. You couldn't help but smile at the little one, their eyes closed in a peaceful sleep and their mouth in a tiny grin as if they were dreaming sweet dreams.
The two of you quietly sneaking out of the room, leaving the door open so you could hear if they woke up in the middle of the night and turning off the light, leaving the nursery with the soft glow of the night light. Your heart felt so full, like for the first time ever even the difficult days felt perfect...and the good days...felt like each one was one to remember.
"I think...we should talk." Cynos words caught you off guard...or more accurately his tone...it was so serious, unlike any you had ever heard him use before. You suddenly felt nervous, like there was impending doom just seconds away from making itself known, "Oh...okay. I-is everything alright?" You silently cursed yourself for your shaky voice and slight stutter, as if you could control it.
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"Tomorrow the some of the mahamatra are going to come by and pick up the little one. They've found a home perfect for them, a place where they can grow and learn, have a nice family take care of them." He crossed his arms, looking away as he felt a overwhelming amount of guilt...by now he knew you had wanted to keep the baby and he...didn't.
Your heart felt like glass dropping onto the hard floor, breaking into a thousands of tiny pieces and scattering everywhere, to places you might never find again. "Oh...r-right. I'll make sure they are dressed and ready then...I'll um...I'll pack a bag of their baby s-stuff." He reached out to comfort you but you shifted away from his touch and using every bit of control you had to not cry...the baby would be going to a good home after all...it just wouldn't be your home.
✿Hope you have a good day!✿
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mellowsadistic · 1 year
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“Merry Christmas, sweetheart!” Fae’s boyfriend cooed at her, a smirk playing around his mouth. “What do you think Father Christmas got you this year? Do you think he’s going to let you be a big girl again?”
Fae looked up with a mixture of hope and apprehension on her face. She fidgeted with the ridiculous little Santa outfit Daddy had dressed her in that morning, and blushed as she heard her nappy crinkling noisily beneath her bottom.
“Can I?” she blurted desperately. It had been a whole year since she’d gotten so drunk at a Christmas party that she’d kissed some random guy, and her boyfriend had decided to put her back in diapers as punishment, to reflect her “immature behaviour”. A whole year of going to the toilet in her own pants, of calling her boyfriend “Daddy”, of begging him for nappy changes and getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. “I mean, will Father Christmas let me?” she corrected hastily, still looking up at her boyfriend pleadingly.
He cocked his head as if considering, but his eyes were glinting sadistically. “I’m not so sure, sweetie,” he said in mock uncertainty. He smiled at her. “I think you might need another year of diaper discipline before you really learn your lesson.”
Tears filled Fae’s eyes at once. “But I’ve been so good, Daddy!” she wailed. “I’ve been good for months and months! I have! I’ve been giving you blowjobs every morning, just like you told me! And I always swallow, even though I hate it… And I do all the cleaning in my maid’s uniform like a good girl! And… And…”
“And you threw a very naughty tantrum over your Halloween costume back in October,” her boyfriend interrupted.
“But you made me wear baby clothes, Daddy! Everyone could see my nappy!”
“And the babysitter said you were very rude to her last week,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “She said you were complaining about how you didn’t want to be bossed around by a girl who was barely out of school.”
“But Daddy, she was making me sing along to stupid toddler songs!”
“And don’t forget how fussy you were during dinner last night, little lady.”
“That was only because you made me wear my Hello Kitty bib in front of your parents! Please Daddy, it’s not fair! It’s just so embarrassing!”
“That’s enough, little girl,” he cut across her sternly, and Fae let out an involuntary whimper. “I don’t want to hear any more complaining. Besides, it’s not like you can go back to being a grown-up just like that. For one thing I’m going to have to potty train you again before you’re allowed out of nappies.”
“But I’m already potty trained!” Fae whined. “I’m not a baby! I don’t need… I don’t need…” she trailed off as a sudden warmth enveloped her private parts. Then she let out a gasp. She was peeing!
“What were you saying, little one?” Fae’s Daddy asked her, eyebrow raised, as his infantilized girlfriend lifted the hem of her Santa dress in shock, exposing the diaper between her legs as it filled rapidly with a strong gush of wee-wee.
Fae stared down at her sagging, pissy nappy for a few seconds, and then she burst into tears. “No, no, no!” she sobbed, slamming her fists against the floor petulantly. “I don’t wanna be incontinent! I’m not a baby! I’m NOT! I’m a big girl! I’m a… I’m a…” She broke off with a loud grunt. She clutched at her tummy with a look of horror on her face, and then, quite suddenly, she bent forward and began uncontrollably filling the seat of her nappy with a big, yucky mess.
“Awww, are you making a present for Daddy, baby?” Fae’s boyfriend taunted, watching with delight as his girlfriend grunted and strained to poop her pants like an overgrown toddler, her pretty face bright red with the effort and humiliation of soiling herself. “Or is Santa leaving a lump of coal in your diaper?”
“Please Daddy!” Fae sobbed, as her nappy sagged so low that it touched the carpet. “Please turn me back! I don’t wanna be a dumb baby anymore!”
“It’s okay, darling,” her Daddy said gently, kneeling down and pulling his teary-eyed girlfriend into a cuddle. “I know it’s humiliating, sweetheart, but that’s the point. The embarrassment of being an oversized, diaper-dependent toddler-woman will help to keep you in your place. And maybe if you’re a very good girl for the next year, Daddy will think about getting you potty trained. Okay, precious?”
Fae sniffled, her crying dying down, and nodded her head. “Can I please haf a nappy change, Daddy?” she asked meekly, slipping a little into the baby-talk she knew he liked to hear. The loaded diaper on her bottom felt disgusting.
“I’m afraid not, baby,” he said firmly. “You threw a little tantrum just now, right after Daddy told you he didn’t want to hear any more complaining, so I think spending the rest of the day with a stinky present in your pants is exactly what you need. I’ll change you at bedtime.”
Fae concentrated on the yucky feeling in her nappy, on how stinky it was, on the way it squished against her skin at the slightest movement, and imagined spending the whole of Christmas day waddling around with the same full diaper taped around her hips. Her lower lip trembled, and she burst into tears once again.
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red-panda-agere · 3 months
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You guys had to have expected this at some point
Also, I would just like to note, that some of these are exclusive to certain plot lines, but since it’s Sonic, I’m kinda of blurring the lines of the plotlines ig??? Like, I’m making headcanons based on SA2 and Prime, so do with this what you will.
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Regressor! Shadow
(!¡! Diaper/Pull-up mention !¡!)
He is an itty bitty baby, and regressed due to unbelievable amounts of trauma and just a lack of childhood. He deserves the absolute best.
Shadow is the fussiest little hedgy to ever grace the earth.
He has a collection of shark plushies and other assorted items/toys.
His headspace ranges from 3 all the way down to completely nonverbal. He’s not very good at pinpointing what age he feels because he has no concept of what childhood feels like.
Shadow really likes to wear baggy clothes when little, even though he doesn’t wear clothes normally. Big sweaters and sleeper onsies are ideal.
He doesn’t really understand the concept of diapers, but knows they’re for babies, so he enjoys wearing them just for comfort.
Shadow actually doesn’t understand most ‘little’ things and gets really upset about this fact. He will melt down over the fact that he doesn’t understand why children can’t just do things on their own, because relying on someone or asking for help is such a foreign concept to him.
Little Shadow didn’t know he wanted to be cared for or shown affection until it was really given to him. Rouge was the first to know about Shadow’s regression, and ever since, “Mimi” Rouge has shown him real (platonic) affection and now that the little one has had cuddles, he refuses to let them stop. He’s just a clingy little baby.
-Rouge is probably Shadow’s main caregiver. Sonic is more of an older sibling who regresses with him, but will take on a sort of caregiver role if he’s not regressed with him and Rouge isn’t there.
Instead of movies, sensory videos, or any sort of TV, little Shadow likes to watch livestreams/live video of sharks and fish at aquariums.
He’s a sassy and fussy little baby who has probably bitten before. Little Shadow does not really get along well with Little Sonic unless he’s feeling extra small, sleepy, or he just really doesn’t have it in him to fight with Sonic.
While being a fussy little goober, he’s actually one of the more calm little ones. As long as he has everything he could want (stuffies, snacks, movies, bottle, etc - just anything he needs in the moment to feel comfortable and fulfilled at the moment) without being asked to do anything, or even just being spoken to, he’s actually just a chill little guy.
-Though it can make no sense at times, there are times where, even when regressed, Shadow just needs some time alone. Whether he just needs the time to think or reflect or just to be little on his own, it’s okay to have alone time when you’re little too.
Rouge and Shadow have a made up language for safe words, just in case saying ‘no’ is too scary or saying anything at all in the moment is already daunting.
Shadow has a lot of trouble with any caregivers, not liking being told what to do in any sense. He doesn’t understand why he needs to be watched over or watched and parented when regressed, but after a small tumble that occurred in the living room after he was asked to pick up his toys, he started to understand a better.
“I don’t want to…” the regressed hedgy mumbled, crossing his arms and stopping his foot a bit. Rouge sighed softly. “Sweetie, if you can just put away your toys in the toy box by the time Mimi comes back, we can watch the shark videos tonight before bed, okay little guy?” Shadow continues pouting as Rouge walks into the kitchen to quickly clean the dishes. Not watching where he was walking, he went to go sit over on the couch, but stumbled over some of his blocks on the floor. Tears sprung to his eyes, even it hadn’t hurt all that bad, Shadow having been through far worse, it still frightened the regressed Shadow. Rouge heard the tumble and quickly rushed in, finding the misty eyed hedgehog breathing shakily as he carefully situated himself so he sat on his knees now. “Baby! Hey! Little guy, what happened?! I didn’t even fully step out of the room!” She pointed out. Shadow didn’t even turn to look at her, far too stubborn. With shaky hands, he started to move his blocks and other toys to the toy box like Mimi asked. Rouge looked worriedly over him, but smiled softly when he got all his toys put away. After which, he crawled over to Rouge, and softly cried to her shoulder. He was just an itty bitty baby… “Mimi…I feww down.” Shadow finally admitted. “I’m sor’y I didn’ c’ean up m’ toys.” He sniffled, shivering a bit as he sat in her lap.
He has a lot of nightmares, and gets very uncomfortable talking, about space. Being stuck in The Void in Sonic Prime and Space Colony ARK for a huge part of his life, it’s a very uncomfortable and isolating topic for him. Most people find space to awesome while he wants to curl up and hide away from it.
-Silver had only good intentions when he bought Shadow the glow in the dark stars for his room, not expecting a small Shadow freak out. It wasn’t a big panicky freak out, but he went nonverbal and closed himself off to everyone else in the room. Silver didn’t know, but would later gift the stars to Sonic instead, and got Shadow some new bath toys with some recommendations from Rouge.
Shadow gets flustered easily by little nicknames far too easily, and will the act like a ‘big boy’ but after a few minutes of little names, praise, and tons of kisses on his cheek, you’ll have a giggly little hedgy in no time.
Surprisingly, he has little to no shame with his little stuff. He’ll be having a normal conversation, and in the middle of someone talking, he’ll pull out his pacifier and pop it into his mouth and act like it’s the most normal thing ever. He doesn’t really understand that it’s not a normal thing for someone to want to do, but he also knows that any judgment will be kept to themselves, Shadow having the ability to easily kick just about anyone’s ass.
Bottles >>> Sippies
Rouge LOVES to spoil this little guy, and has dedicated most of her living room to be a safe play space for little Shadow. She has done everything she can to make it feel like a genuine play space for a child, not just a makeshift attempt for an adult who’s never experienced childhood. She wants to give Shadow a taste of a real childhood.
-He loves playing on the road carpet with his toy cars, especially when Sonic comes over. Silver likes playing with their plushies more when he comes over, the two having a closer headspace, while a Sonic is like the older cousin coming over to play.
(I’m so sorry my energy/motivation are DEPLETED right now. Trying to post stuff still, I swear.)
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m-jelly · 17 days
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Jelly my friend! I'm gonna take a moment or two to answer all those LOL in the meantime let me send you something!
How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?
How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?
It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?
Also,
what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?
Is there a tv show you like binging together?
If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?
How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?
Levi does incredible! I've always HC'd that Levi would change almost all the baby's diapers. You carried the baby for nine months and you went into labour for hours on end and your healing process takes a while. He will be shocked at the colour of it and worry a bit, but then he would look at his baby books and online chats and see it is very normal. We would talk to his baby the whole time, he'd make comments on their dirty bum and how weird their poop was. He'd be so gentle with cleaning them. He'd kiss their tummy, feet, hands and their face.
How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?
You'd both be a well-oiled machine. You will find that Levi will do almost everything for the baby and you. In Levi's mind, you have already done plenty! So, he will get up in the middle of the night for the baby and tend to them so you can get as much sleep as possible. During the day when Levi rests, you will look after the baby. You will be very organised, but you won't be pressured to follow the routine you and Levi had made together. Levi will pretty much be over-prepared.
It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?
The sofa gets set up with blankets and cushions. You'll have hot drinks and snacks as we cuddle up on the sofa. You'd sit on the sofa together and cuddle. You'd watch movies together and if you play video games you would play games with each other, mostly comfort games. Indoor dates are really your favourite kind of dates. Levi will want a lot of cuddles and kisses. He will hold you all day long and even have a little nap with you. The two of you will not cook but have a lovely takeaway instead.
what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?
He would want the first meal you ever made him when you first started living together. The meal he had when he came home from work to you for the first time ever. He adored coming home and seeing you living there with him and you'd cooked him the most incredible dinner he'd ever had. He was so full of love and wanted you in his life for eternity.
Is there a tv show you like binging together?
I don't watch many TV shows, I'm more of a movie person. I think Levi would be similar. He would hate reality TV and would strongly dislike game shows as well. I think maybe he'd like shows like Expedition Unknown with Josh Gates, where he goes to different countries to find lost treasures and history as well. Any show that has dark comedy in it, like inside no 9 and league of gentlemen. He'd find always sunny funny as well.
If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?
It's really how many he would let me have ahah! I love dogs. I think Levi would happily have four maximum, but two would be the perfect number for him. Both would be well-trained but also spoiled. They would get lots of love and cuddles.
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avatar-anna · 2 years
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Together 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
the people have spoken 😂😂
for anyone confused, this is part two of the oneshot where the reader gets pregnant after breaking up w/harry but he's moved on w/someone else.
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You were cleaning up your home, picking up stray cups and cake plates and streamers and sticking them in the big trash bag you carried around with you. Your mother and Anne threw you a baby shower, and now that everyone was gone, it was time to tidy up a bit.
Well, almost everyone was gone.
“Let me do that,” Harry said, coming around and taking the trash bag from you.
“I’m perfectly capable of picking up a few stray things and throwing them away, Harry,” you said, trying to take the bag back.
“Yes, but you don’t have to. That’s why I’m here.”
You and Harry had been pretty civil since your big fight. You knew it was unreasonable to make him stay away and not be part of the pregnancy now that he knew, so you slowly came around to the idea of seeing him more. It was hard at first, but you kept yourself emotionally distant as you possibly could while carrying his baby, and as time went on, the butterflies stopped fluttering whenever you saw him.
And once you started actually accepting Harry's help, part of you felt relieved. You'd been doing a good job of handling everything on your own, but some things went better when you had a little help.
So you and Harry were together...but not together. He showed up when you asked him to, and he kept his distance when you asked for space. He wanted to pay for everything, but you wouldn't let him. You limited to buying things like a crib and a changing station, and whatever else he wanted to get for the nursery he said he wanted in his house.
He hadn't come to the baby shower until the end, as was tradition apparently. And once everyone left, he stayed behind to help you clean up.
"It's fine, H. Go home. I'm sure Hailey misses you."
You meant what you said, not an ounce of bitterness or sarcasm in your tone. You'd met her a couple months ago, figuring it was good to meet the girlfriend of your baby daddy. It seemed that she was here to stay, so you graciously told Harry you wanted to meet her, get to know her.
And for better or for worse, Hailey was great. You used to joke bitterly to yourself about "Hailey and Harry," but you couldn't now that you actually knew her. She was very nice, and very accepting of the situation, seemingly confident enough in her relationship with Harry to not see you as a threat despite the fact that you were carrying her boyfriend's baby.
What a fun little family you all made.
"Nah, she's going out with her friends tonight. Knew I had to be here," Harry said. He took you by the shoulders and sat you down on the couch. "Now rest. I'll take care of clean up."
You sat down despite not feeling tired at all, happy to see him go around your house and tidy up while you comfortably sat down on your couch and rested your hand on your belly. Sometimes you took selfish pleasure in seeing Harry do things for you. You couldn't wait until you could hand over the baby when their diaper was full.
"H?" you asked, picking up a bowl of M&Ms off your coffee table and setting it on your baby bump.
"Yeah?"
"What do you think about Sam?"
He didn't pause his movements around your house, but you knew he heard you. "Sam is good."
"Well that didn't sound very enthusiastic," you said.
"I told you what my top contenders were."
"And I told you neither of us were naming the baby after our parents."
Harry really wanted to name the baby after his parents, but for some reason, you wouldn't budge. It probably sounded insane, but you didn't think it would be fair to name the baby after either of your parents, as you weren't actually together. You didn't want either of you to feel like the baby was more yours or Harry's, and you felt like giving them a name that came from either of your families would do that. Harry didn't really understand, but you were adamant.
He didn't respond, and you knew he wasn't going to. "Just think about more names, please. I can't give birth to a baby without knowing what I want to name it."
"Maybe that's just what we need, though. Maybe we'll just see them and know," he said. He came over after tying up the trash bag and setting it down by your front door, to take it out when he left, you hoped.
Harry got down on his knees so he was eye level with the baby bump. "May I say good bye?"
"Of course."
Harry was very careful about how he acted around you, but one thing that kind of blurred the personal boundary between the two of you was when he spent time with the baby. You were hardly involved, as Harry just talked to your baby bump while you scrolled on your phone, but it was those moments that were the most difficult for you. It was just so intimate, and it was weird that you were sharing these moments for the first time with someone you weren't actually dating or married to. The order for how these things went weren't as strict nowadays, but this definitely wasn't how you envisioned your life turning out.
"Love you, little bub. Can't wait to meet you," he said, his thumb running over your belly softly. "Do me a favor and be good to your mum today, yeah? She needs her sleep."
You smiled as you looked at your phone, but tried to get ahold of yourself as quickly as possible. Harry finished talking to your bump then slowly stood up. He tried to stop you when you stood up too, but you waved him off, getting to your feet so you could walk him out.
"You don't need anything?" he asked, turning to you one last time before he left.
You shook your head. "Nope. We're all set here."
"Okay, well then I'll see you later. Take care of yourself, alright?"
He leaned forward to kiss your cheek in a friendly way, and you let him. You couldn't tell if you were relieved or disappointed when you felt nothing as his lips brushed your skin.
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a couple months later
You were sitting in your bed, Harry standing next to you as you looked down at the little bundle in your arms. After a couple days in the hospital, you were finally able to return home with your baby boy.
"Hi Parker," you whispered to your sleeping baby, tapping his little nose with the tip of your finger. Looking up, you saw Harry gazing down at Parker with the same look on his face that you were sure was on yours. One of love and adoration and a little disbelief.
Once you sufficiently gazed lovingly at the baby, you set him down in his brand new crib in your bedroom so you could put some of the things you brought with you to the hospital away. Harry helped you, folding up tiny blankets and putting away the diapers you nipped from your hospital room.
It didn't take long, though, and before you knew it, you were back to staring at the newborn in his crib. Harry's arm was around you, but you didn't say anything about it, both of you were too focused to read into those kinds of touches right now.
"Can you believe we made something so beautiful?" you sighed, itching to pick Parker back up.
Harry hummed, but you didn't really ask the question to hear his response, you would've said it if you'd been on your own.
"I know, it makes you wonder why we ever broke up."
That popped the bubble of love and tenderness you'd been in since your baby was born. "What?"
"What?" Harry asked, like he wasn't even sure what he said.
"You're kidding, right? 'It makes you wonder why we ever broke up?' You broke up with me, Harry," you hissed, trying your best not to raise your voice. Why did he have to go and ruin such a perfect moment?
"I—I didn't mean—I wasn't thinking—"
"You never think," you muttered. "That's your problem, you never think before you act or say something stupid."
"Are we seriously fighting right now? Why are you being so difficult?"
Difficult? You scoffed and walked off, not wanting to somehow ruin Parker's serenity with your bad mood. Harry followed you, and when you made sure the baby monitor was on, you whirled on him. "Difficult? Difficult. I just went through childbirth, one that lasted over twenty-four hours, and you're asking why I'm being difficult?"
You could see it on his face when he realized his insensitivity. He opened his mouth, to apologize, most likely, but you weren't done.
"You get to go home, Harry. You get to go back to your girlfriend and get a full night's sleep, while I will be here. Alone. You can't just go around making comments like that like they don't mean something."
Huffing harshly through his nose, Harry said, "I told you I would stay here for the first few weeks. You were the one who turned down help. Don't try to make me out to be some absentee father when I'm not. If you think that, that's only because you're putting that label on me. So what's really the problem?"
The problem was you'd been thinking the same thing since Parker was born. Why did you break up? You knew it was pathetic, but sometimes you got caught in a daydream of this perfect little family: you, Harry, and Parker. But that wasn't reality. Harry had moved on, and while your lives would always be connected, it wouldn't be romantically. You told yourself that you'd moved on, that you loved him, but you weren't in love with him anymore, but when he said things like that it was like you were sucked right back in.
You weren't about to embarrass yourself by admitting all of that to him, though, so you feigned fatigue, which wasn't hard because you really were exhausted.
"Nothing. I'm just tired. I've hardly slept properly in weeks. I think I'm going to go to sleep."
Harry looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn't stop you as you went back into your room. You slid into bed, but sleep didn't come right away, so you laid on your side and stared as Parker slept soundly.
The door opened, but you didn't look over to where Harry was. He sat at the edge of your bed, and then you were both gazing at your son again. "I wonder what he'll look like when he's older," you said, not once taking your eyes off Parker.
"My money is on your skin color and nose, and my eyes and hair," Harry said.
"You willing to put money on that?" you asked.
Harry shrugged. "Sure. Why not."
A few minutes passed, and neither of you said a word, too entranced by your baby boy.
"I'm sorry," Harry said out of the blue. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm tired too, and I got caught up in the moment."
"It's okay," you said, even though you weren't really. "It happens."
"I'll stay on the couch tonight, and we'll just take it day by day," he said, his eyes never leaving the little bundle in his crib.
"Okay."
Day by day. You could do that. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but neither was being in love with someone who didn't love you anymore, and you were slowly coming out on the other side of that. Your heart was fixing and healing itself, learning how to see Harry merely as the father of your child and nothing else. You could do it. You could move on, and as he sat on the edge of your bed, your bodies not touching even though you were so close, you felt yourself let him go.
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fear not, there will be one more part!
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narutoverse-write · 1 year
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dad!kakashi headcanons
cw: none.
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first of all, he’s a busy guy. have fun waiting a minimum of ten years dealing with him - and him alone - before an attempt is made at starting a family. it’s nothing against you, nor does he have much of an issue with it, but he’s busy enjoying his own life and you.
he wouldn’t give too much input on picking names because he feels guilty that you are the one altering your entire life, body, and mind to grow his child. he’s asked for enough, and he doesn’t wish to sway you in any way on stuff like that.
but when you suggest that your first-born som be named sakumo after kakashi’s late father, you notice the twinkling in his eyes. despite the fact that he tries to hide his over excitement for a possible name, he wasn’t capable of hiding it very well.
“my love, that would be great”, his words oozed with joy, secretly beginning to fantasize about his son named after his beloved father. “whatever you decide, i’m happy with”
he gets crazy when you begin to show more and more each day. the moment your body begins to change, he’s panicking over everything. cleaning, cooking, standing for too long, lifting slightly heavy items, attempting to go to the market alone??? absolutely not. he’s by your side constantly, and if he’s not, pakkun is.
he enjoys teasing you during paternity leave. a month vacation to spend with his family? nothing could go wrong. the day his leave begins, he will lay on the couch with his head propped against the arm rest, pretending to have collapsed from exhaustion.
“baby, not now. daddy’s on paternity leave.” he will sigh, unable to hide the smile he has. he thinks he’s so funny, meanwhile his very pregnant wife attempts to sit down beside him on the couch.
his reading obsession shifts towards a genre of parenting books. he knows the ins and outs - possible issues with pregnancy, birth complications, bottle making, diaper changing, potty training - he’s even began exercising his patience levels to accommodate a teenager.
when you laugh at him for reading so far ahead and concerning himself with issues that won’t come for several more years, he continues to remind you that he was a snarky, smart-ass, stuck up brat, and he had to prepare to meet his match.
he gives really good massages. when your feet hurt, he has no problem sitting on the floor before you to rub the tension away for hours.
he has no clue how to set up the crib, but he had insisted on doing it alone. he couldn’t have you doing the “heavy lifting”, so instead he assures you that “it’s going great” every time you poke your head into the nursery. spoiler: it’s not going great, but you don’t need to know that. he attempts to sneak guy into the house to help him, but ends up taking all the credit anyways because he’d feel unnaturally insecure if you knew of his struggling.
he’s planned the day of you going into labor down to the minute. he has an emergency bag packed.
when you finally do go into labor, he panics. all of his training has gone out the window, and he nearly faints after running around the house for about ten minutes.
he carries you to the hospital, constantly apologizing that he took so long to get there.
sakura tricks him into helping her keep your leg steady. the moment he grabs your knee, his eyes are glued to the sight between your legs, incapable of blinking for a moment.
he only gasps and moves back to hold your hand, attempting to ignore sakura’s amused giggle. he’ll accept the painfully harsh grip you have on him - he never knew you could be so strong - as he keeps his eyes on you the entire time.
“you’re doing so good, love, so good.”
“okay, push! - wait, no, don’t push, pull! i mean, don’t push unless you’re ready.”
his hand is destroyed and his fingers are nearly broken, but when he hears the cries of the baby, he couldn’t care less about his hand or his aching feet for standing so long. the nurse shouts the time of birth, but he doesn’t catch it.
“it’s a boy!” sakura’s overwhelmed with excitement and relief, gently cradling the screaming baby as she slowly moves towards you.
“kakashi sensei, the mother holds him first!”
he understands, but that doesn’t stop him from nearly suffocating you and the child, nearly laying on top of you to cherish the moment as best as he can.
“support his head, don’t be too rough, relax, but don’t drop him,” you warn him before finally allowing him to hold his child.
“i know, i know, i know, now it’s my turn”
he cries. thankfully, everyone else had left the room by that time, and he’s overjoyed to have his little family in one place, safe and happy.
he cries again when the nurse rolls in a small cart with the tiniest mattress he’s ever seen, the end of it labeled with the baby’s weight, height, date and time if birth, and name: sakumo hatake.
he nearly cries again during skin to skin. it didn’t effect him that much personally, but watching you do it was the happiest moment of his life.
hopefully you don’t mind a lot of people wanting to see/touch/hold the baby. he’s a popular guy, and many of his friends and students want to see the family he has finally started.
also, hopefully you’re prepared for more children. one has him hooked entirely, and not even four months later he will suggest having another.
he trains sakumo whenever he has time to. sakumo adores his father.
kakashi had always given you nothing short of a princess treatment, so expect the behavior to rub off on his little look alike; sakumo often sounds like kakashi even when kakashi isn’t around.
i.e.: “don’t hurt yourself! i will do it” he sees kakashi show affection, and he will do the same. cuddles, watching movies, helping with dinner
while guy and kakashi often train sakumo as he gets older, sakumo’s choice of sensei will eventually dwindle to naruto or lee.
kakashi loves to fish with him!
he reads bedtime stories to his son every night.
some days, particularly when sakumo starts going to school and the academy, kakashi will get extremely paranoid and insecure. he often gets terrified that his son will experience what he had, only calming when you assure him that “our son is perfect”.
butttt kakashi gets into another stupor while sakumo is away on his first mission in a squad. kakashi wakes in the middle of the night, cold sweats and panting, and if you hadn’t woken up with him, he would have spent the next few hours pacing around the house.
it takes a little effort, but it becomes worth it every day sakumo gets stronger, happier, and smarter. eventually, kakashi can ease, knowing that sakumo can take care of himself.
when the day kakashi is entirely confident that sakumo is capable of protecting himself and you comes, he goes on vacation with his best friend, guy, even if he still worries most of the time he’s away.
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cookstorys · 11 months
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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
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Character- Joe Goldberg
Show/Movie- You
Warning- Murder, mentions of murder, covering up a murder, Psycho husband, dad reader!, loosely inspired by the show Ginny and Georgia, lowkey might make this a series
Females dni
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Perfect. That’s what you and Joe faked to be, just for this life. A fresh start. The perfect family, The perfect couple, the perfect dad, the perfect house, even the perfect town. Joe had worked his ass off to make it here with you and your son, Henry. He’s done things he isn’t proud of. You both have but look where it leads you. In a nice suburban neighborhood filled with rich people. You both had gotten away with so much and you could practically taste the sweet victory. Well, you almost tasted the victory.
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“Have a good day champ.” Joe smiled as he ruffled Henry’s dirty blonde hair. He let out a short pout before turning around to walk toward his elementary school. Joe still couldn’t believe Henry had recently turned 4, time flew. “ It’s crazy how fast they grow huh?” There appeared a random guy that Joe definitely didn’t know. Possibly a friend of [Name]?
“Definitely, seems just like yesterday I was changing his diapers.” Joe chuckled. He didn’t want to entertain this guy but you both promised to give this new place a try, which meant sometimes entertaining randoms. “Well, he looks very well-raised. Who’s the lucky mom?” Aw, there it goes. The assumption of the other parent. Happens a lot more than you think. “Lucky father.” Joe corrected. The man sent a stern yet apologetic look. “Sorry for assuming, I just figured he was probably Guinevere Beck’s, or Candace’s, hell maybe Love Quinn’s. Who knows with your past.” He stated nonchalantly.
Hearing those names made Joe’s blood go cold. Who was the random man and what was he planning? The unwanted memories started to flood in and Joe couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry but you must have the wrong guy. I have no idea who any of those people are whatsoever. Now if you don’t mind, I have some cookies to buy.” Joe left without saying a word.
He slammed the door to his newly owned SUV. He thought he covered his tracks so well. Sure, there were a few bumps in the road, some bigger than others, but he always cleaned up well. So he thought at least. The car began to shrink into itself as Joe struggled to take his belt off. The smaller the car got, the more squished he was within the car. Until a notification pinged on his phone…than the allusion suddenly stops. It took a while for Joe to recover but when he did he checked his phone he saw that his husband had called and message him multiple times.
[Desired Contact name]
[name] - Did you drop Henry off yet?
[name] - Where are the cookies?
[name] - I need those cookies for the neighbor’s party
[name] - Joe?
[name] - Are you ok?
[name] - Text back as soon as you can
Joe mentally screamed at himself in the mirror knowing he was going to get his head yelled off when he gets home. He sent a quick text back and then started the car. He’s fucked.
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Joe pulled into his new driveway in a hurry. He rushed towards the trunk to get the bags, got his keys, and ran to unlock his door. After putting down the bags of groceries he yelled throughout the empty house, “[Name]?”. “Upstairs!” Is what he was met with. Before he could even open the door fully he was immediately bombarded by your mess. “Where were you? You know what that doesn’t matter right now. Did you get the cookies? What are you wearing? What took you so long? Should we match? Did you find a job yet? How was Henry's drop off? Did he cry?” You continued your pacing around the room while doing random tasks still waiting for joes answers.
“I went to our local Walmart. I did indeed get the cookies. I’m wearing what I got on now. The lines and traffic were a lot longer than usual today. No, couples that match publicly are weird. I, unfortunately, have not. The drop-off was amazing, Henry took it like a champ. And no he did not but,” Joe dragged as he reached out for your hips to stop your pacing and for you to focus on him “You need to stop for a minute and breath.” He chuckled and you followed along. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve been a mess recently.” You laughed. Joe's smile slowly started to fade.
“Speaking of mess..” Joe sat on the bed ready to take whatever reaction. “Mhm.” You questioned slowly and suspiciously. “Well, this man walked up to me today, and… he knew about my past.” Joe finished. [Name] gave him a blank stare at first then bust out laughing. “Joe anyone can know anyone’s past just by a simple Google search.” You rolled your eyes and walked down the stairs. You were one of the few that knew your husband's past and a normal person would’ve been worried for the sake of your family, but you were far from normal. The family you come to practically foreshadowed your future. So it wasn’t surprising that you ended up with a serial killer.
“[Name] he shouldn’t have been able to find me unless he’s been looking for a while.” You wished he would just drop this already, it was honestly ridiculous. “Listen, Joe,” You inhaled loudly out of frustration. “We have this nice house, great cars, and a wonderful family. We built this perfect life from the ground up and you’re over here stressing about some wack job that knows a little bit about you.” Joe’s eyes found their way toward the ground. “Let’s just go to the party and worry about this later. As in tomorrow.” You reasoned and Joe shook his head yes at that idea.
You grabbed the cookies and neatly placed them in a layout tray as if you did them yourself. The walk over to the house party was quiet. Thank god it was just next door. Joe went to knock on the door lightly and waited for someone’s arrival on the other side. When someone finally did both of your mouths immediately dropped for different reasons, however. Your mouth dropped since the man that stood before you was one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. You couldn’t tell if that was a bruise or a birthmark on his eyebrow but what does it matter? He was still hot both ways. Joe's mouth was wide open because this was the exact man from earlier today and after a glance at your facial expression he knew this mysterious man was going to be a problem. A problem for the life you built here, a problem for the things Joe had done in the past, a problem for you.
“Hi, I’m Elliot.”
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have u ever thought of hunting dogs best boys as fathers? I've been on a baby fever ever since i gave it a thought ☹️
oh my god… okay here we go…
tecchou:
- he would absolutely want kids with you. at least two
- tecchou is definitely the one to get up in the middle of the night when your newborn baby starts crying for dear life. every, single, time. he wants you to be able to get as much rest as you can!
- would push the stroller for you, carry the bucket, the diaper bag, everything. he wouldn’t let you lift a single finger.
- he would enjoy coloring with your child, finger painting and crafts are a must!
- you’re always cleaning up after your two babies… one of those babies being your husband, tecchou, of course.
- they would both come up to you, showing off their beautiful, messy, sparkly creations with their fingers completely covered in paint and glitter glue
- you know that iconic picture of Chris Hemsworth holding up his son by just his leg, letting the kid straight up dangle head first?? yeah tecchou would do that
- he would run around with your kids constantly, playing hide and seek, tag you name it.
- if your child was into after school activities you can bet your ass he’ll be there. at every event, every parent meeting, everything.
- would probably sign up to be your child’s coach too if they participated in sports!
- let’s say you had a daughter… your child would definitely be a daddy’s girl
- would go to every father daughter dance, have tea parties with stuffed animals, let her put bows in his hair, and paint his nails. he would even let your child put makeup on him too if they were feeling artistic!
- and he wouldn’t mind one bit. i think tecchou would love the attention from your little girl!
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jouno:
- oh boy. now this is a whole different situation.
- jouno would be very hesitant about having children
- he would however enjoy the act of conceiving though (;
- a crying baby would not be good for him at all, not to mention all the bodily fluids… yeah it would take a ton of convincing
- but, if he really, and i mean really, loves you then he would want to start a family with you after a good long while
- jouno would talk a big game about how he wouldnt get overly emotional when your child finally arrived in this world. claiming that it wasn’t “that big of a deal” and he would just be “happy to get it over with”
- but the second he holds his child in his arms? oh he’s in love all over again, only this time with your baby!
- definitely shed a tear but he denies that ever happening.
- i actually think jouno would be a gentle parent.
- he would explain things in great detail to your kid, if they made a mistake or did something they shouldn’t have done he would have a surprising amount of patience for them.
- jouno would pull them into his lap and let them know that what they did was bad, and how they should react / ask for help the next time it happens. all while doing his best to put it into small words for your child to understand
- the sight alone would melt your heart, who knew he would be such a softie with your child in this way?
- oh he would spoil them rotten with desserts and treats! little cakes in the shape of a heart, cat shaped cookies, bunny apples, you name it.
- he enjoys hearing the pure joy erupt from your child, the small pitter patter of their heart as they happily enjoy his creations!
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i literally whipped this up in ten minutes, so i do apologize if there are some errors in punctuation and whatnot!!
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msbarrybeeson · 2 years
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Before You Go - P.2 | Future Leonardo X Reader
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A/N: Constuctive criticism is appreciated.
Summary: You’re both adopting-parents of Casey. Leonardo was all exhausted from handling a flustered Casey.
Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used. Second POV.
Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader
Warning(s): None.
Word Count: ~1140
Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / ...
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"Argh.." 
Leonardo heaved when the baby in his arms continued to cry. The headaches from his last time dealing with Casey returned. "Come on now, tell me what is it.."
He gave him what he could offer: the attempt to feed the boy, pat his back to release any gas, and even spin him around for trial-and-error’s sake. Yet for a long while, Leo hadn’t been able to stop those tears.
And already were there other worries in mind.
He muttered, "Don't you embarrass me in front of (Name).. or anyone else for that matter.." 
Out of nowhere, Casey cried much louder and thrashed around in Leo’s arms. His eyes widened upon the commotion. The turtle hushed. “Hey hey! Calm down a bit.. Everything’s alright."
God, how hypocritical.
He had dark circles underneath his eyes, half-lidded from lack of sleep and much worry. He dragged his palm across his face and muttered, "God, what was the song they sang to those kids..?"
Leo promised you this time, he would take care of the baby, while you would be busy gathering food and patrolling. It was practically switching shifts, but you seemed a bit too excited about it. The problem? Well.. he understood why and realized he'd probably have an easier time dealing with kids much older than two years old.
"If you're not hungry, or lonely, or—." He grimaced and groaned. "Ohh man.. don't tell me it's about the diaper—."
"I changed it when you went to take a quick breather outside," you spoke.
Leo jumped. Tired eyes widening again. “(Name)! What are you— you shouldn’t be back so soon. I had....” He yawned. “I had everything under control.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He was exhausted. It was obvious. 
Even then, you played along. He was the one who suggested for you to take that day out after all. He wanted to spend time with Casey too. And you wouldn’t dare discourage Leo like that.
“I know, I know. Sometimes, it doesn’t hurt for the either of us to check in though.” You gave him a peck. “Besides, you haven’t gotten enough sleep lately.”
He grunted. “I’m fine. A little less sleep’s not gonna kill me.”
“It tells me something when you chose to leave Casey in Donnie’s hands while you were away for a second.”
“Y-You were here when that happened too?”
Leonardo cleared his throat. "No, no. Everything's under control, (Name)," he proclaimed, lying through his teeth. "Casey and I are doing just fine..!" 
Unfortunately, the baby's teary expression said the complete opposite.
"You're having trouble with him, aren't you?"
He scoffed. "Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Did you get the sack of potatoes from Todd?"
"Yeah." You deadpanned. "I did. They’re gonna get sick of eating them, but we don’t have much of an option— don't go changing the subject on me! Leo, you look dead! You didn’t even get some rest before taking on Casey!”
Leo huffed. “Why are you making him sound like some video game boss?”
“Let’s get you some sleep.” You tugged him towards a small dugout. It was supposed to be your bedroom, but seeing how much had collasped in this underground base from battles, it wasn’t nice nor clean.
“No, I can’t sleep.. I can’t—.”
You took the baby from his arms, and while he was confused, shoved him onto a shaped pile of dirt called a bed. Face on the “mattress” and a long sigh out.
Leo gave in.
“Okay.. okay. You win, (Name).”
“Good, you can stay here for an hour and I’ll—.” You yelped when his arms wrapped around you and yanked you back onto the bed with him. “Leo!” Casey started to giggle.
The turtle froze.
“Agh! So all this time he was crying for no reason?!”
“I told you before that babies can be dramatic!”
“I didn’t think he’d be dramatic enough to cry,” Leo scoffed. “He was loud at that too.” His arms went to cover his eyes, facing the ceiling.
“The experience was much different than you realize, huh?” you murmured, laying your head next to his. Casey still in your arms, biting on them.
“..I thought I could do it.”
“Hm? But you were already doing it. You kept track of feeding him, releasing his gas, playing with him.. You considered changing his diaper too.. They’re all exactly what you needed to do for him.”
“But you took care of it in the end, as always.”
“..Took care of what?”
“He was crying just now, (Name). Don’t try to pretend like it didn’t happen.. I know I’m not the best father-figure to him.”
“Seriously?” you chuckled. “That was you too. He didn’t stop having that upset look on his face until you pulled me down. He.. probably enjoys surprises.”
“..Huh.. now you mentioned it..”
You sat up, turning your face to Leo. Your hand trailed along his jawline.
“Where’s the overconfident guy I know and love?” you hummed. “It’s not like you to put yourself down like that. You trying your best makes you the best father to Casey.”
Leo’s eyes gazed up at you.
“You’ve helped me a lot by covering a turn for him.”
“(Name), please. Whenever it’s my turn, things always get messy.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Leon.”
“..What?”
“You never noticed your pattern of taking Casey out of my hands before you get some rest? We do these switches after your patrol too.”
His mind clicked.
“..Ohh.”
You scoffed. “Yeah. You always look dead when I come back from my trip outside.” 
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You stared at his lying form. Your fingers creeped underneath his head to signal him, and Leo adjusted. His head resting on your thighs.
“Leo,” you whispered. “Do you love me?”
Breath hitched. “When have I not?” he responded in a groggy voice. “..Why do you ask?”
“Do you love Casey?”
Said-boy babbled upon hearing some familiar syllables. He gave a soft kick on Leo’s arm, while playing with your fingers.
“...Even though he’s kind of exhausting, I’d give the world to the little guy.” He smiled, remembering the small moments when Casey would crawl over to his large feet and hand him a dead bird. “..Why?”
“Because you can’t help the both of us if you can’t help yourself.”
Hand trailing Leo’s jawline again. You spoke softly, “I don’t want you to kill yourself. Losing sleep is only going to do that, and I can’t risk losing you.
So promise me.. you’ll take care of yourself.”
“...I promise.” Leo slowly shut his eyes.
“...(Name)?”
“Hm?”
“Can you.. Remember that lullaby?”
“The one to the kids at the orphanage?”
“Yeah.. can I hear you.. sing it again?”
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That night.. was one of the few when everyone managed to sleep without being woken up by a baby’s cries.
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