#and then he starts calling him papa and its game over

[lexithwrites]

young single dad remus might actually be the death of me like him being dumb and having a kid in his late teens seems so unlike him but somehow exactly what would happen to him? also its truly the last time he ever sleeps with a woman lmao

#teddy is adorable and just runs around and has his curls #and when sirius meets him he adores teddy and teddy constantly asks his dad where sirius is #and then he starts calling him papa and its game over #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

[princessbrunette]

baby daddy - barely holding down a job because of his attitude - line cook jj who feeds you waffles at his work for free as a ‘i’m sorry i knocked you up cause my pull out game ain’t that strong’ when he finds out. being a consistent thing that ends up with him taking ingredients for the ‘secret recipe’ home to their newly conjoined place because it becomes all she (she/her fem reader) craves. him introducing the baby to the work crew. I NEED PAPA JJ ✋

OHHHH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ???? this is exactly what i needed. anon u are an angel omg.

he gets the job as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant. it takes you like two weeks to build up the courage to tell him, because you’re terrified he’ll freak, have worries about being just like his dad and leave. you’re riddled with guilt, rubbing your tummy and crying, somehow feeling like it’s your fault, practically still kids yourself in your early 20s starting a life together. you were scared.

but jj, god, he’s just such a good guy.

he stares at you in shock when you tell him, taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair, and as you brace yourself to be told to get out, you’re met with a teary grin. “you’re not playing right? you mean it?” his voice is shaking. he’s… happy?

within the next two days he’s got that linecook job, called in a favour with some guy who ironically used to owe his dad— explained his situation, ‘look man, i got a baby on the way, i gotta step my shit up—’ the cravings hit hard and you’re seeing JJ a lot more than you planned, showing up at the restaurant for something to tide you over before dinner. JJ appears from the kitchen, bright smile on his face, backwards cap, grease stained white t-shirt, dark blue apron folded and tied at his waist. “there’s my girls.” he grins despite your bump only just being visible, plate of waffles in his hand for him to fork into your mouth whilst chatting, the restaurant pretty empty that day.

he’s tired, but happy to come home to you. your hormones are all out of whack, so sometimes you’re crying and hugging his tummy as he stands over where you sit in confusion, telling him you missed him so much when he was at work. other times you’re clenching your thighs in your little nightie, tits heavy and bump showing, telling him how good he looks in his work uniform and that he’s making you wanna take more of his babies, had you mentioned how much wetter you get when pregnant? JJ tries to keep up with your rollercoaster, happy to deal with whatever you throw at him.

once you have that baby life gets a little harder but it’s nothing the two of you can’t handle. a little girl, and JJ is relieved. he would have loved that baby all the same if it was a boy, but he has to admit the idea scared him a little — knowing his own relationship with his dad. this felt like a breaking of a curse, a fresh start. that baby is his whole entire world, and so are you.

“my weak pull out game is the best damn thing that happened to me.” he jokes, stretching an arm around you on the couch.

“your weak pull out game is making noise in her crib, can you go check on her?” you sark back with a tired grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

the baby is the sweetest. your eyes and hair, his nose and mischievousness. once you’ve gained back some energy and the baby isn’t screaming through the night anymore, you start to take her places, showing her your world. the chateau, the group taking turns holding her, arguing over who her number one aunt or uncle is. john b and sarah take the role somewhat as the babies god parents, minus the ceremony and legal title. pope and kie, uncle and auntie. it makes sense to all of you, and they all love that baby like it’s your own— offering their help whenever they can. your baby takes a liking to john b the most, warming your hearts when she falls asleep on his chest.

“its ‘cos hes such a dreamboat. look at him. daddy ain’t pretty like john b.” jj jokes, stretching on the couch opposite as the sun goes down.

“my god she’s so cute!” his best friend whisper yells with a pout as he looks down at her.

everyone takes to calling JJ ‘papa J’, once a random nickname turned reality. JJ is constantly calling you “mama” which makes you wanna get pregnant all over again. he gets super upset when he sees even a flicker of his own father in him, locking him self away for the night, crying until you let yourself in, the baby in bed, rubbing his back. you tell him he’s the best daddy in the whole world, and he is. he just needs to believe it.

#anon #linecook!jj #dad!jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb

[probablylia0]

Pumpkin duo Pet names?

Quackity😨

((This might suck im not very into quackity lol))

He’d probably call you many things in like spanish n shit.

Like ex: Amor, princesa/príncipe, mama, mami/papa/papi

But maybe like english wise he’d be like probably call you like babe or baby.

His viewers would probably catch wind of this shit cause you’d probably walk in during a stream to give him water or food or sum other shit and he’d be like “Thank you Amor,” while giving you a slight peck on the forehead or just blowing a kiss at you.

Imagine..? ⬇️😨

Quackity had been streaming for a while now and you start kinda over thinking about him. A shit ton of questions run through your mind such as, “Is he hydrated” or “what if he’s hungry…”, “when did he last eat..? “So you decided to be a good person and make him ramen or something. You’d finish the ramen and get a glass of water then head up to his room. After many failed attempts at getting the door open with your hands full, you finally open it and it seems he didn’t notice you walked in. He jumped a little when you placed food on his desk but then asked “For me?” You smiled and nodded and he smiled warmly back. He stood up and hugged you “Thank you amor.” And followed it up with a kiss on the forehead. Suddenly the next day you and quackity’s ship name was trending on twitter… 👀

Jschlatt 😉

Oml this man😩🙏

Nicknames are a mess for this man.

It’s either “aww c:” or “what the hell-“

Like its either Sugar, honey, baby, Angel, babe, dear, pumpkin, beautiful/handsome.

Or

Broad, bitch , maybe whore😨

Like you’d be like checkin up on him cause you heard a crash in his office, (probably throwing a fit over a wii game😭) and he’d be like “Don’t worry pumpkin, im fine.”

Or you’d be on his stream or something as a special guest to play mario cart and you’d be in the back distracted by something before the game starts and he’d say “Get over here broad, the games about to start.”

If you beat him he’d quietly say into the mic “Fuckin bitch..” and when he wins he’ll stand up and yell “HAHA SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKIN WHOR-”

Imagine??⬇️⬇️

Schlatt had asked you if you wanted to be a special guest on his stream, of course you agreed knowing he’d convince you anyway. Turns out it was a mario kart stream. (Yippee🥳) As soon as the stream started you’d talk for a while and you be in the back drawing messing with his shit while he sets up the game. He’d begin the match and notice your in the back and he yells “GET OVER HERE YOU BROAD IT’S ABOUT TO START.” You scoffed and said, “Alright you big baby im coming.” He was baby raging most of the race and you were just chilling there. When you beat him you threw your arms up and yelled “YAYY I WONN!!” And he’d throw something behind you guys, making you gasp. He starts rubbing his forehead and mutters under his breath, “ Fuckin bitch..” you’d probably smile and giggle knowing he’s joking but if you show any signs that your upset he’d wrap his arms around you and whisper “Im sorry pumpkin, i didnt mean to make you upset.” You’d hopefully hug him back and forgive him. This started trending on Twitter and saying that people loved it would be an understatement.

Other info!!⬇️⬇️

This is my first serious post on tumblr so i apologize if it isn’t good. I hope to post more though! Maybe some nsfw?? 😨

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #pet names #pumpkinduo

[spoiled-milk]

genshin guys as people in your life (modern college au)

a/n: i’ve played papa’s freezeria more times than i’ve opened genshin in this past week lmao. went overboard with childe’s and alhaitham’s parts but oh well.

content warning : none other than probably ooc for everyone (i have not touched the game in months). gender neutral reader. not proof read

word count: ~1.06k words

you see tattoo artist albedo pretty often even though you don’t have a single tattoo on you. your close friend who has dozens of tattoos often calls you from there to pick them up from his shop. one time they ask you if you’d like to join their session (with albedo’s permission of course) since you’ve talked about getting a tattoo a few times. as albedo continues to work on their upper arms, you sit back in a chair next to your roommate and unconsciously gaze at albedo. he catches your stare and you turn your eyes away. you pull out a book from your british literature class and start to read. you can feel his eyes on you every now and then while you annotate your book. at the end of the appointment, your friend leaves to go use the bathroom before the two of you leave. as albedo cleans down his equipment he makes small talk with you. 

"whenever you’re ready, I’d be more than happy to be your first.” he hands you a business card with his name and email address on it. He gets super close to you as he whispers “I promise I’ll be gentle with you.” you feel your ears heat up at his comment. you thank him as you help your friend into your car. you flip over the back of the business card to see a phone number written in dark blue ink. 

whenever you come back to your hometown for the holidays or break, childe is a face you always see. you went to the same high school and you shared a class together, but he was in his social bubble and you stayed in yours. you did have  a small crush on him for a short period of time, but that has since faded since you’ve left for your studies and since he graduated. you did share a calculus class with him and you were assigned to be seated next to each other the entire year, but that was two years ago. he’s a year older than you and you both have different friend groups, but they all have a get together every once in a while at someone’s house. This brings you to your current situation where you and childe are locked in someone’s closet after being forced to play 7 minutes in heaven. the two of you awkwardly sit in the cramped closet. 

“you’ve gotten a lot cuter since high school.” childe breaks the silence. “is that so? I would like to think that I’ve put a lot more thought into my appearance than I did last time we spoke.” your high school wardrobe of sweatpants and oversized t-shirts come back to mind. “what’s a busy person like you up to now a days? I’ve hardly seen you around town.” you tell him that you’re at university for at least another year or two. “I heard that you’ve got a pretty good job, travelling all the time.” you fiddle with the hem of your clothes. childe moves closer to you and you don’t move away. “it has its drawbacks. like not being able to see you often.” you feel the tips of your ears blush as he moves closer and closer to you until he has his hand on the wall of the closet with you caged between him and the wall. he tilts his head and plants a kiss onto your left cheekbone. the closet door swings open and your friends’ faces appears in the doorway, some of them with teasing smiles and eyes. you shift your face away from them. you and childe exit the closet but childe stops you a moment before you sit back down. he hands you a piece of paper from his to yours. “i look forward to calling you tonight.”

when you work in the school library in the morning or in the evening, alhaitham is someone you quite often see no matter when you work. you open the library in the morning, he is checking out a stack of books when he arrives an hour after opening. you close the library and he leaves with a huge stack of books when you tell him y’all are closing. you try to think about what could he be majoring in to a) read that many books and b) have time to read that many books as a university student. you’ve thought he was an english major, but then you saw him read a thesis with some big physics words in the title. you then thought “ah physics major then. makes sense.” but then this mf pulls out a book on organic chemistry the size of your head and confuses you some more. you think he’s caught you staring at him, but you absolutely under no circumstances can you bring this up with him (if he notices, he’s not telling you). 

you’ve finally finished putting books away on the first floor and after a short break you start on putting away books on the second floor. you see alhaitham reading on the second floor seated at one of the tables under a large window. you can see the sunlight peer through and illuminate his muscular form. the sunlight highlights the sharp features on his face and the intensity of his stare at his textbooks. you don’t notice that he’s staring back until he talks to you. you apologize about staring and continue to shelve books back while trying not to blush (it doesn’t work). “is it normal for library assistants to stare at their guests?” you laugh nervously and tell him no it isn’t. “sorry, I’m not used to seeing really attractive” you think long and hard about what he could major in. “pre-med majors?” judging by the look on his face he was not in fact a pre-med major. “uhh you’re a mathematics major? biochem major?” alhaitham still gives you the same look. “English major minoring in linguistics.” damn well you were kinda right with your first guess. “either way, I am not used to seeing attractive men reading at the library. my apologies if my staring made you uncomfortable.” you take your empty cart and wheel it out of the second floor. you don’t notice the blush creeping on the tip of his ears as you pass him to the elevator.

#genshin x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader #milk.txt

[13as07]

Spitting Image #4

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to silent.rosario]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,077

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part five? Maybe. Prequel? Also maybe. Y’all’s thoughts?

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     I have spent the last year and a half shifting between being thankful to Gaara and hating him. At this moment, I hate him. I am hot, sweaty, sunburnt, with sand in crevices I didn't know existed. And, this camel isn't too comfortable to ride. I am tired and irritable. Honestly, I'm just being a bitch right now and I know it. Sadly for Gaara, he's on the wrong end of the bitch stick.

     On the plus note, Yoshiki seems to be living his best life. Courtesy of his father's genes, the heat doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, he's enjoying the temperature and the feeling of the sand Shinki keeps playing with him in.

     "My Dear - "

     "Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue out," I hiss at Gaara, stopping whatever attempt at comforting he was going to offer this time. "I am not your dear, we are not together, you're nothing more than the father of my child. Don't let this move convince you otherwise."

     He goes stone-faced, slowly blinking in that dumb way he does when he's thinking. "Perhaps we shall spend the day cooling off once we get back to the village. I think the heat is getting to you."

     "And I think you're a dumbass with a weak pull-out game," I mumble under my breath, shifting on the camel saddle again.

     "My dear - "

     "I'm going to stab you."

     " - would you like me to get you down? Maybe stretching your legs will help you feel better. You get antsy if you stay still too long. Besides, I'm sure Shinki could use the rest."

"Jerk," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the man. As if he knows what will make me feel better.

I know he heard me, the proof being the slow blinking of his eyes again. Regardless, Gaara's hold on the camel's reins drops to grip my waist. He helps me down, sight as intense as ever as he settles me on my feet. "See? Better. Now, please be nice," he mutters, hands sliding over my sides to brush off some of the sand specks. "I'm not too fond of the attitude you have at the moment."

"Ya? You won't be too fond of my foot up your - "

"Papa?" Shinki calls, cutting off my empty threat. "Can Yoshiki ride the camel with me?"

"Yes."

"No," I answer, head snapping towards Gaara. "No, it's not safe," I repeat, glaring at the boys' father who seems confused by my decision.

     "It will be fine. Shinki has been carrying him, what would the difference be if he kept carrying him?"

     "Instead of a four-foot fall, it would be a seven-foot fall?!" I say more than ask, dumbfounded by the shinobi's thought process. "Not to mention it's a bumper ride than just walking with him in his arms. It'll be harder to hold him especially if he wiggles around."

     "It will be fine," Gaara repeats, lifting Shinki - with Yoshiki still in his hold - onto the camel.

     "It will not be fine. Gaara, get him down!" I shriek, panic quickly feeling me up. "What if he falls? What if - "

     "What if you calmed down?" He asks, leaning in to bump his nose against mine. I stand there stunned, blinking at the dumbass as my panic quickly grows into anger. "My apologies, Shikamaru does that to Temari when she gets a bit much to handle. It tends to calm her down, it does not calm you down."

"Of course it's not going to calm me down! My baby is up way too high! The chances of him falling and getting hurt"

"He is fine, my dear. Shinki is not going to drop him, and even if he does - which he will not - I am right here to catch him. Please calm down. Your irritation is starting to irritate me."

Before I can stop myself, my hand swings forward, having a mind of its own. A mind to smack the stupidity out of Gaara. The hit doesn't land though, he catches my wrist before I have a chance to touch him. "Perhaps while the boys take a dip in the springs, we can have some alone time. My brother tells me women can get irritable when their bedroom needs have not been fulfilled in a while."

He has to be kidding, right? Gaara can't be this stupid, this naive, this unaware of the things he says. "What the hell is your problem?" I hiss, trying and failing to tug my wrist out of his hold. "What part of 'we aren't together' do you not understand?"

Another round of slow blinking, making the black markings of Gaara's eyes stand out. I like his markings, the ones around his eyes, the one on his forehead. They're what originally caught my attention, but I can't think of that right now, because he is an irresponsible idiot.

"Would you like to sit on the camel with the boys? Would that calm you down?"

"Yes."

He lets out a soft sigh before turning away from me, going to work situating the three of us in the saddle. "Better?" He mumbles, his hand clinging to my thigh I have pressed against the sides of the animal.

"I guess," I murmur, trying to shake his hand off. "Can we get going? I feel like I'm melting."

"As you wish, Dear."

                      ————————————

All I can think about is a cold shower and a nap as Gaara leads us around the streets of his village. Yoshiki has the same idea, my son is fast asleep, cuddled up in the back wrap his father is carrying him in. Shinki is fast asleep too, my watchful eyes on him as he rests in the saddle.

     "My dear - "

     "Stop calling me that."

     "My dear," he repeats, stopping in his tracks. "What is it that you want made for dinner?"

     "What do you want for dinner?" I ask, leaning closer to take a peek at Yoshiki. "I can make whatever you want. I'm not really in the mood to eat anything."

     Gaara's head tilts as his face scrunches up. "You do not have to cook anything for dinner. We have chefs at the palace. They shall cook us dinner."

     "What?"

     "My dear," he annoyingly says for the hundredth time today. "There is staff at the Hokage palace. They take care of things so there is less I need to do. Cooking, cleaning, all that stuff."

     "Oh," I mutter, the fears that come along with this move amping up again. "That's... useful."

     "Yes, it is. I will have to get Yoshiki and you ID cards for the palace but for now it should be fine. I also - " Gaara goes on a ramble about the things he needs to do to get our son and me settled.

     I let his ramble go on as I follow after him. Soon a round-looking building with a red symbol falls into view, standing out from all the sandstone buildings. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear?"

     I brush off the nickname this time. "What's that building?" I ask, pointing to the symboled building.

     His eyes flicker towards where I'm pointing before falling back to me. "It is my home, our home. It is our home," he rambles, tugging in the camel's reins before his free hand falls to grip mine. "Let me take you home," he whispers, tugging all of us forward.

     What I think is eagerness flows off the man who's almost dragging me forward. "You seem excited," I tease, letting my eyes flicker down to our joint hands. I don't know how I feel about it. It's not the worst feeling in the world, it's actually pretty nice. Maybe I'm being too harsh, maybe I'm not giving Gaara enough credit, or enough effort.

     "I am not excited. I am... I would like to see my family in my house. I would like to see that a lot."

     "So, excited?" I repeat, a smile crawling on my face. Maybe I should give him a chance, he is trying really hard after all. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear? Have you given some thought to us enjoying our marital perks?"

     Just kidding. Gaara is an idiot who doesn't know boundaries. "No," I mutter, shaking my hand loose from his. "Just a reminder, we're not married."

     "Not yet, but - "

     "But never," I cut him off, leaning closer to him long enough to pull Yoshiki out of his carrier wraps. "We're not going to get married. Not now, not soon, not never," I hiss, holding my son to my chest as I storm away from him.

     "My dear? Will you calm down? I don't understand why you're upset," he calls after me, trailing behind as I rush towards the palace.

     "Because you're suffocating, Gaara," I shriek, quickly walking up the steps of Yosh's and my new home.

     "I'm suffocating? What do you mean? I don't understand, dear. Would you please explain what is happening?"

     "Dear Lord, Gaara!" I yell, turning to the side so I can look at him and not fall down the stairs. "That! You're trying so hard and... and... go away!"

     I storm the rest of the way up the stairs, Yoshiki now awake, my upsetness rubbing off on him and warming up his tantrum. "Ma'am!" A man at the entrance calls. His head is covered in a wrapping and one of those hourglass headbands I've seen around the village hangs around his neck. "You cannot enter the palace without showing your ID badge."

     "Bug off," I groan, storming past him to push the door open.

     "Madam, don't make you detain you," the man calls, jumping forward to tug my hand off the door.

     "Norio, unhand her this instant!" Gaara calls anger coating his face and his words. "She and my son are free to come and go as they wish. If you ever put your hands on her again, you will not be found by anyone. There won't be anything to find, am I understood?"

     He's fuming by the time the threat is let loose, jaw locked and murder swimming in his eyes. The look makes my heart pound in my chest and my arms tighten around my son. This isn't how Gaara acts, he's soft-spoken, he's gentle, he doesn't yell, and he sure as hell doesn't threaten to kill people.

     "Yes, Kazekage. My apologies, my lord," the guard says, releasing me before he bows. "My greatest apologies consort Kazekage."

     "My dear," Gaara calls, helping his son to his feet before working his way up the stairs. "Would you please calm down?"

     "Would you please leave me alone?" I shout, walking through the door before slamming it in his face.

     I storm through the palace, rocking Yoshiki who has started screaming in my arms. This village is suffocating, this house is suffocating, Gaara is suffocating. I thought he was just scary looking, that it was just how he looked, but after how quickly that threat came out and how upset he looked, I don't think it's just a façade.

     "It's okay, my love," I coo, shifting Yosh further up so I can cover his cheeks in kisses. "It's okay... we're just... in a village I know nothing about, with the only person I know being your father, who is scary as hell," I mutter more to myself than to Yosh. My soft tone works nonetheless, calming him down.

     As my son soothes down, I look around the random hallway we've ended up in. The thought of calling for Gaara crosses my mind, quickly being followed by the fear the scene outside has littered my nerves. "What position did I put us in?" I murmur, shifting Yoshiki in my hold. He smiles at me, hands landing on my cheeks to squish them as he babbles.

     "Lady Sabaku?" A voice calls, a young lady with a long head of raven hair asks, her head poking out from a door a few paces ahead. "Lord Gaara said you'd be home today. I have drawn an ice bath for you if you'd like to cool off. I'm sure the heat of the desert has gotten to you."

     My eyes flickered between Yoshiki and the woman, my nerves still shot. Is this a trap or am I just uneasy? However, I could use the cool down and Yosh is covered in sand. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," I finally decide, slowly walking forward. "Thank you...?"

     "Gou," the woman says, bowing once I'm stood in front of her. "My name is Gou, Lady Sabaku. I am your handmaid, my lady."

     "Handmaid?" I ask, shifting Yoshiki again. I don't know why he seems so heavy today. Probably because of the heat still seeping off my skin.

     "Yes, my lady," Gou says, standing up straight before she snaps her fingers. The door swings open wider, another lady - this one with short red hair - pops out from the room. "This is Sana. She is the palace nanny. Her primary focus is Shinki but until we find a nanny you approve of for Yoshiki, she will aid you in caring for him."

     "I... don't want her touching my son...s," I say, making it plural toward the end. If she's Shinki's nanny, Gaara must approve of her, so she's a good person... maybe? I don't know, especially after Gaara's little power trip.

     "As you wish, my lady. Give me a few moments to prepare your bath to suit Yoshiki joining you," the woman mumbles before turning on her heels.

     "Wait!" I call, holding my son closer to my chest as the Sana lady bows before walking down the hallway. Gou stops in her tracks, turning back towards me. "What... what is a handmaid?"

     "It means I am your personal servant. I am here to serve you in any way necessary, at any time, for anything you need. I am at your serves, my lady." She finishes off the little speech with another bow. "What you and our prince still like an ice bath?"

     "Yes, please."

                      ————————————

     My eyes are locked on the boys through the cracked door. As I've been soaking in the bath, Shinki and Yoshiki have been playing with Shinki's nanny. She seems nice, which has helped me calm down a bit. Shinki is bouncing on the guest bed, making his younger brother tumble around from the mattress moving. The nanny promptly sat on the bed, leaning over the mattress to help keep my son upright and not accidentally stumbled on.

     There's a knock on the door before Gaara's head pops in, cutting off my view of the boys. "Hello, my dear."

     "I've told you to stop calling me that," I mumble, sliding deeper into the bathtub.

     "As you wish, my... darling," he mutters the last word, imaginary eyebrows scrunching together as he walks into the bathroom. "It seems that you have settled. I have had Gou and some of the other servants unpack your things."

     "In there?" I ask, flickering my eyes towards the bedroom.

     "Of course not. It's been unpacked into - "

     "We are not sharing a bedroom," I cut him off, sinking even lower, the water settling over my shoulders now.

     "Not for the time being. You will stay in the master bedroom. I shall stay in a guest room unless you are comfortable with us sharing a bed."

     "I'm not."

     "Then I shall stay in a guest room," he mutters, his eyes scanning the bath water before they flicker towards the window in the room. His cheeks are a light pink color, a bit blown out as he stares at the street outside. "Kankuro tells me it sounds like I have scared you. Is that true? Did I scare you?"

     "Maybe," I mutter, skirting my fingertips over the surface of the water. "You were a little... harsh with Mr Security Guard. You don't usually act like that and... it was scary."

     Gaara lets out a sigh before he sinks to the tiled floor. His chin rests on the side of the tub, his cat-like eyes locked on my face as he stares at me. His eyes are intense, not the 'I'm going to murder someone' intense but the usual 'trying to figure you out' intense.

     "I did not mean to scare you," he whispers, eyes flickering down before they settle on my face again. "I just..." his cheeks puff out for a second as his eyes jump around, ending up settling on the boys still playing in the bedroom. "I did not like how it made me feel... seeing the palace guard grabbing at you. It made me a little... I don't know."

     "You don't know what?" I ask, blowing on the water to cause it to ripple.

     "I don't know how you make me feel. I enjoy... you, but you make me very angry. Especially when you get angry and won't tell what I have done."

     I scan the confused man for a moment, taking in the dark circles of his eyes that are more visible because of his scrunched-up face. Slowly, I move my hand out of the water to cup Gaara's cheek, confusion flickering across his face as his focus shifts to me again.

     "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear - er - darling?"

     I swipe my thumb over his cheek watching the confusion slide around his face. "You can be a little much sometimes. Just because we have a child together doesn't mean I want to, let alone am ready for us to be together."

     "I don't make you feel good?" He asks, his soft confusion is quickly bubbly to angry confusion. "You make me feel... nice. Why don't I make you feel nice? I do not understand."

     "You do, sometimes. You made me feel really nice the first time I met you - "

     "Well yes, that is what sex is for. To make people feel good."

     "Not just the sex, Gaara," I groan, dropping my hand from his face and letting it soak into the bath water again. "You move too fast. I am happy you want to be with me and I like having you around, but there are some steps between being strangers to being a married couple."

     "I am aware, but we... missed some steps. I like how you make me feel and you have had my son. I want you to be my wife, so you shall be my wife. That is what we are supposed to do."

     "Gaara."

     "My darling?"

     "I will make you a list."

     "A list?"

     "Yes, a list," I mutter, fluttering my eyes closed. "I will make you a list of stuff that makes me feel how I make you feel. When you have all the boxes checked off, you can ask me to marry you again."

     "Until then?"

     "Until then, stop asking me to marry you, stop talking about weddings, and just... stop talking about the future for now, okay? I just need some space."

     He blinks slowly as his eyes flicker between my face and my chest. "Alright, I will give you space."

     I let out a sigh, my shoulders relaxing at the spare-of-the-moment plan I came up with. It's not a lie, I do enjoy Gaara and a part of me will always love him especially since he is the father of my son. I'm sure if he slowed down I would fall in love with him, but if he keeps pushing I don't think it'll work out how we both seem to want.

     "Darling?" I hum a yes, opening one of my eyes to look at him. Gaara's eyes are soft and now locked on my legs instead of my chest. "I wish to join your bath. You should let me join you."

     I let out another sigh, deciding it would be easier to end my bath than fight the father of my child. "I'm getting out actually, do you mind grabbing me a towel."

     "As you wish, darling."

     "As you wish, darling," I mumble under my breath, a soft smile crawling on my face as I watch Gaara search for a towel.

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     A knock at the door stirs me in my bed. Like usual, my first reaction is to check on Yoshiki who's asleep in the bassinet next to my bed. Gaara tried insisting on letting him sleep in the nursery set up for him across the room, but the thought made me panic. So many people that come and go from the palace that I don't know, let alone trust. I would have never been able to sleep with him so far away.

     Another knock comes, pulling a sigh from me. I've sighed a lot today, courtesy of Gaara's failing attempts to give me space. On the plus note, he hasn't mentioned anything about marriage or weddings since our conversation.

     "Come in," I mutter, flapping back onto the bed. It's huge, easily fitting three people fully stretched out. Everything here is huge, the rooms, the dining room, the hallways, everything.

     The door slowly gets pushed open, the light from the hallway sneaking in. "Darling?"

     "Gaara?" I sigh out, eyes caught in the hanging drapes of the bed frame.

     "Can I come in?"

     "Sure."

     More light spills in before it's cut off by the door closing. The soft patter of Gaara crossing the carpet fills the space, soon replaced by the sound of him crawling into bed with me. The hot-headed Shinobi hangs his head above mine, his red hair fanned out and his forehead mark on full display, reminding me of the similar one our son has. "Hello, Darling. I have been looking over your list."

     "Ya?"

     "Yes. Should I do the things in order?" He asks, head tilting as his eyes run over my face.

     "Not necessarily, why?"

     Gaara settles down next to me, sitting against the headboard before he pulls out the paper. I shift in bed, mirroring his position. My eyes scan over the sheet, rereading the list I made for him.

     Date Nights

     Day trips

     Cooking together

     Late night cuddles

     Love Letters

     Star gazing

     Spa Nights

     "I don't know what cuddling is, but it is late at night. Would you show me?" He asks, cutting me off from finishing reading the page.

     My eyes flicker towards him, taking in the blankness of it as he looks at me for guidance. "Ya, I can."

     "What are the steps?"

     I let out an airy laugh, flickering my eyes around the room. "Just lay down, Gaara."

     "Why? Am I going to sleep? If so, I will need to change out of my day clothes."

     "Dear lord, Gaar. Fine, take off your clothes. Strip down to your boxes. I don't care," I groan, and lay back down on the bed. I snap my eyes closed again, soaking in the warmth of the bedding.

     The bed undips as he climbs out of it, the sound of his clothes shuffling off filling the space. "I am unclothed. Now what do I do?"

     I roll onto my back, letting my eyes scan Gaara's frame, the frame I haven't seen in so long. "What the hell is on your sides?" I ask, the imprints there snagging my attention but I am unable to make out what it is.

     "Your scratch marks."

     "What?"

     "The scratch marks from our night together. They made me feel... the ways you made me feel. So, I had them permanently stuck on my skin."

     "You tattooed the scratch marks I left on you?"

     "Yes."

     My eyes blink on over-drive as I look at the emotionally unintelligent man next to the mattress. "Lay down under the sheets," I muttered, lifting the blanket. Gaara does as he's ordered, laying as stiff as a board once he's in the bed. I slowly shift closer to him, laying next to his side and resting my head on his chest. "You don't have to be... unclothed for us to cuddle, by the way."

     "Alright."

     "It's love, by the way."

     "What is love?"

     "The thing I make you feel. It's called love."

     "Do you love me?"

     "I think so," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "You scare me so it's hard to tell, but yes, I think I do."

     "Do you know I love you?"

     "I mean, you gave me a son that's the spitting image of you so I'm pretty sure I know you love me."

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #gaara x reader #Gaara oneshot #gaara sabaku #gaara sabaku x reader #Gaara Sabaku oneshot

[mallorydeluna]

(The brothers and the Dateables with a mom MC.)

Lucifer:

S h o o k. The human is a what now?!

Immediately falls in love with you and your kids.

He's appreciative of how much control you have.

Wants to marry you because he'll get to call you "Mommy" and it won't be weird if he's your husband.

His brothers think you're a gift because Lucifer's leniency and tolerance goes up.

Is deathly terrified of "the look". Even a sadistic demon such as himself is scared by "Momma MC" He is always turned on afterward though.

Anyone can guarantee that he'll fall asleep with your kiddos while they are in his arms, especially after he's read them a story.

He mends his relationship with Satan because you force him to put his pride aside for awhile and you make him spend quality time with his brothers.

When you do get married, he's quick to fill you with more children. He'll be heavily turned on by your pregnant body too. 💙💙💙

Mammon:

W-Wha....? Children?!?! Nope!!!! NoPe, Nopey, NOpe, NOPE!

Secretly loves your kids but he won't admit it.

Flies your kids around HoL.

Throws the kiddos around, he will act like he doesn't care but he enjoys babysitting, he's shockingly responsible too.

Another simp for "Mommy MC".

He'll tell you with no shame how hot you are, especially if you breastfeed, he's into that.

Mortified when he sees "the look". He starts to stutter our of pure nervousness. He ends up running away from you but he'll never escape punishment.

Prefers babies to toddlers, he's also more of a "funny uncle" than a "dad".

He won't complain though if your kiddos call him "Daddy". All the more reason for you to do the same. 💛💛💛

Leviathan:

Kiddos? Human kiddos? Awesome!

He'll love to teach your kids all about Ruri-Chan and just TSL in general. He can teach them how to play video games too.

He let's the kiddos play with his tail, they'll use it as a Jungle Gym and he won't mind.

Peek-a-boo all day. He can sit and play Peek-a-boo for hours on end.

Teaches the kids to blep like a snake. He thinks it's cute when they do it and blink.

He prefers toddlers and little kids to babies. He adores their small voices.

He's supportive of you if you do get married and have kids but he's content with the ones you share with him already.

Sweet papa, always had the kiddos in his arms, you can always find them curled up with him in his bathtub bed. 🧡🧡🧡

Satan:

Ahhh!!!! What is this little thing crawling all over me?!

Not a big fan of kids. He'll learn to like them but he doesn't like physical affection.

Another one of those "cool uncle" types.

Reads to your sweet little angels, no matter the time of day. They wake up and want stories in the morning? They get stories in the morning. Stories during lunch and at bedtime? Same deal.

He's not really the committal type or husband material so and romantic relationship, never goes further than boyfriend/girlfriend.

He hates other kids but yours have softened his heart.

He now understands how hard it was for Lucifer to take care of him and his other brothers.

He and Lucifer have a better father/son relationship because of MC and Satan thanks you for that. 💚💚💚

Asmodeus:

A baby and a toddler! Awww!!!!! Dress up time!!!!!

Mommy? Not sorry. Mommy? Mum! Mom! Mommy! MC! Mummy!!!! He never says your real name ever again. Its always one of those names.

Finds the cutest outfits on Akuzon, he dresses you and the kids up in similar styles, y'all take group photos.

A power switch who loves the mom look and voice.

While he will love you romantically, he can't really see himself getting married to anyone. Especially with his status as The Avatar of Lust.

He will date Solomon though and they are the best guncles.

Totally down to do a threesome with you and Solomon while you're pregnant, if Solomon's the dad that is~

He'd only share with his brothers if It's Lucifer, Satan, or Beel. And you can bet your ass he wouldn't mind a threesome with Diavolo either.

He's really sweet towards you and your kids, you all love him. 💕💕💕

Beelzebub:

This papa bear.... Oh my goodness....

He loves kids. Any and All. He has a soft spot for babies especially though. They're just so cute!

But when he found out you were a mom....? "Wife Material, Marry me MC.... Please."

He's also one of the types to toss your kids around and take flight with them.

He loves playing peek-a-boo and pretending to eat their little feet. The giggles he receives just warm his heart.

Sweet boy gets so bashful when he sees you nursing the babies, he thinks you're such a good mom. You never have to use "the look" when he's around.

Will absolutely marry you and have kids of his own with you. He just loves you that much.

A very responsible and loving dad. Be gentle with him, he's a baby too ❤❤❤

Belphegor:

Babies. Toddlers.... Great. And I suppose I'm daddy?

When he sees your little tykes sleeping for the first time?

*thump* Oh.... His little slothful heart.

Will stay awake for you and those kids. He'll sing to them, rock them to sleep, and even give them good dreams.

He hated you at first because you were a human but after learning about Lilith and being unable to hurt you.... He couldn't help it, seeing the looks on their faces as he tried to hurt you. He couldn't do it.

After you forgave him and even introduced the kids to him, his whole mind began to shift.

"Dad mode" on.

He loves sleeping with you and those sweet angels. They remind him of you and he starts to see himself marrying you.

Will absolutely have more children with you. He wouldn't mind, your curvy body is hot, don't get him wrong.... But pregnancy changes your body a small bit and he loves it. 💜💜💜

Diavolo:

😯😯😯

After the initial shock, Daddy mode and Husband mode activate.

He will legitimately propose to you on the first day. He's just that enamored.

Babysitting those angels constantly, sometimes you have to force him back into working because he spends so much time with your kids.

Poor Barbatos..... Butler man already has to look after a big man-baby.... Now he has to watch said man-baby (Diavolo) with kids that could easily be mistaken as Diavolo's. Brilliant, Diavolo and your kids broke Barbatos.

And the puppy dog eyes..... You'll get them from Diavolo and your children if you try to use "the look" or "momma voice".

When you first came to the Devildom, the little ones immediately run up to him, yelling "daddy". He was shocked but he thought it was adorable while you were scared of what he could do.

He'll spend his time trying to court you and make you fall for him.... Your kids are already on his side, with his charming personality and gentle nature, he can easily woo you too.

He finds it intriguing when he sees your body change during pregnancy or when you breastfeed your children. He's also super into the idea of fucking his pregnant wife everyday so watch out.

When you two do get married, and you do. Diavolo's very persistent in wanting more children. His bloodline needs to carry on after all. ❤❤❤

Barbatos:

So this is how human children look..... Interesting. He'll have to do some research.

It doesn't take long for him to warm up. Your babies wormed their way into Barbatos' cold and closed off heart. You probably could too.

Will bring you and the kids drinks and snacks, especially if you stay at the castle.

He's already really good with Luke. He loves your kids too.

When they call him "Dad"... Oh. Oh.... His poor heart. He just melts. He loves the idea of being a husband but he's conflicted on how he should go about courting you. It doesn't take much or even a long amount of time.

You acknowledge that you love each other, you have a small wedding because he's not one for extravagance when it comes to himself and you two just have more kids.

He doesn't care if you have 1 or 50..... he's very happy as a dad.

He loves you regardless of your body too, so while you being pregnant is a turn on.... He just wants to love you and take care of you. 💙💚🖤

Simeon:

Another fatherly type.

He loves kids, he's practically raised Luke.

He's likes the idea of marriage because it's sacred but he doubts that he'll find himself in the thrall of a marriage. He has doubts that he wouldn't be a good husband, Which gets shut down real quick.

Sweet angel loves to make treats and food for you and your kiddos. He enjoys teaching them to cook as well.

He'll read the kiddos his books and novels, he loves to watch their expressions.

He will fly your kid(s) around, he's very careful and protective.

And while he loves you, to think any lustful thoughts about your body. He couldn't do it, he wants you to be happily married so you can share yourself with your husband.

He's a total sweetheart too, If and only if it makes you happy and he's the one you and your kiddos love.... He will think about marriage.

When you do get married. He's overjoyed at the though of some little babies crawling or flying around.

Watch out though, that angel has a temper. He is sweet but his "Dad Voice" will over power your "Mom Voice"

You two never fight though you always communicate so you two are both power parents. 🤍💛🤍

Solomon:

Has conflicting thoughts about kids and marriage.

He loves you and comes to love your kids, but he doesn't want any more honestly.

He's already had many in all of his lifetimes, he doesn't want to raise anymore immortal magical spawns.

He'll happily be with Asmo and remain the other gay uncle.

Marriage? No. Not again. He's had at least 13 wives before and he's not into the idea of being locked into the husband position again.

He'll teach your kids spells and how to brew potions, teasing Asmo with the kiddos is a pleasant pass time to him.

Absolutely adores you and your little spawns but he just won't put himself in another position as a husband or a dad. 🖤❤🖤

Luke:

Luke is overjoyed.

He already thinks of you as his mom, Simeon and Barbatos already share the role of dad.

He treats them like they're siblings. He loves to play with them and act like a big brother.

You'll have more kids with Simeon or Barbatos right? He wants more siblings. 🤍🤍🤍

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[their-little-writer]

“Hey baby.. how are you doing..?”

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 Steve x little! Reader x winter solider/bucky         (cw: kidnapping, reader gets hurt, blood)(not proof read)

This wasn’t supposed to happen... The day was just supposed to be you, your papa and dada, and tons of games and moves... But that wasn't the case. Your caregivers left you out of there sight for only a minute... How could they have not notice anyone or hear them... and by the time they realized it had already been to late... Hydra had gotten to you.  

Bucky and Steve had tried to figure out how they knew where they were, how they didn't notice that you were silent for a little to long, or if you were hurt or not. Steve and Bucky tried to think of irrational ideas, searching the house for cameras, tracking devices, or anything that could of helped them find you. However panic and realization would soon sync in as they came upon a phone in a bag, this wasn't any phone though, it was a phone hydra gave the winter solider.  

Over the past couple of months the winter solider has been trying to sneak its way back more and more. It was only once a month at first, but once a month turned into 4 times a month, then once a week, and then 3 days a week.  No one knew why this was happening, Tony and Bruce had tried to figure out a reason of why he would be coming back so often but they couldn't come up with a reason.  

However, that is not the main focus right now. The main focus was to get you back home to them, safe and sound. Steve had called tony and told him the whole situation, tony slightly critized them for not being more cautious with you when the winter solider had been around more, even though he would get into that conversation more so later on he notified the rest of the group about the situation and so they all meet at the tower geared up and ready to go and save you.  

“Explained to me how this happened again.” tony said as him and the rest of the avengers 

“I don't know... me and buck went to go get something from outside while y/n was coloring in the living room... They were there and then they weren't... we were only gone for a minute or two...” Steve said, feeling guilty.  

“Hey, it's not your fault this happened?”   bucky said as he held Steves hand, which Steve gave a small nod in response as he held his hand still feeling on edge. 

They soon arrived at the hydra's place as they started to get ready for battle. Bucky looked out at the building, hating that he was back here and hating that you were here... you were in babydoll... You shouldn't have to be put through this... 

Steve gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little, giving him a small nod as the war started to begin as they fought their way inside. There were quite a few guards as the ran around and tried to find you.  

While bucky was fighting some of the guards he got the feeling “shit...” he muttered under his breath as he finished taking some of them down and talking over and covered his head with his hands, the winter slightly started to take over his head. “No..not now.. “ he muttered as he tried to not let him.  

Steve noticed as he finished fighting the guard he was and ran over to him “bucky.. Hey its ok.. Come on dont lose me now..” he said, but it was already to late. The winter solider was out, heavy breathing and cold blue eyes but..this was different.. This time it was like both bucky and the solider were present... the solider looked at cap before hearing tonys voice come up behind them “ we found y/n” he said as then the three of you proceeded to run towards he was.  

When they got to you, they stopped. Hydras leaders and about 100 guards were all in the room. Your legs and arms were trapped in the chair and you had duck tape covering your mouth, and tears running down your face. You were confused on why these men were here and why you weren't at home with you caregivers... 

“Well, well well.. Look at who it is” The leader said as he looked over at the others, eyeing bucky. “Look who returned after all this time...How are you solider?” he said in a snobbish voice  

“Cut the small talk, give y/n back.” Steve said as he looked at him 

“You know i am a reasonable man, so i will on one condition” he said with a grin  

“Whats that.” steve said  

“Give me my best solider back.” the leader said  

“Over my dead body” steve said.  

“Gladly.” the male said as he signaled his guards to attack.  

The moment he did the avengers started to fight with the guards, however bucky went directly for the leader. The fight was intense, with guards being kicked and slammed down, weapons being used, and lots of loud sounds and movements.  

It didnt take long for the leader and most of the other guards long to fall down. Everything was in 

the avengers favor as bucky got into an intense fight with a male. The male must have been as well trained as bucky because this wasnt an easy fight. It felt like a lifetime as they fight, bucky finally knocking the male down, or he thought.. As he went to free you the male had pulled out a secret gun he had in his pocket and shot it... 

Bucky looked around his body seeing where he got shot... but to his horror it wasnt him who got hurt... it was you... Bucky had seen that and his eyes widened... and fear and anger arose. Before he could do anything he saw steve and the others run over to help you.. Which meant he was left with the guard. There was no way of stopping what was going to happen next and the winter solider fully took over... once that happened and he saw he doll hurt there was no way of saving the male after that... the solider walked over and painfully fought him until he was no longer breathing.  

As he was hitting the man steve ran over to him “hey come on we need to get y/n to a hospital. “ he said. The solider nodded and went with steve back to the plane where the flew as fast as they could to the hospital.  

Soon they reached the hospital, where doctors took you in immediately. The crew stayed in the waiting room, hoping that you were going to be ok. You were in sugery for about 4 hours when the doctor came out and said that you made a full recovery. Relief washed over them as they carefully made there way to your room. Everyone went into the room to see you except... wheres bucky? Steve looked around for a moment before he walked out and went to find him in a nearby hallway. Bucky was sitting on the floor with his hands covering his head.   

Steve walked over to him and gently crouched down in front of him “hey buck..” he said softly as bucky looked up at him. There was a mixture of fear and sadness in his eyes, the winter solider not being near sight.  

“They got hurt...” he said quitely under his breath 

“I know.. But there ok now.. We can go see them..” he said softly  

“they got hurt because of me...i-i should have made sure he was down before...” bucky started to freak out a little as he was soon meet with a hug. “Baby none of this was your fault..” he said softly as bucky hugged him back. Steve gently held him for a moment as his hand went thre his hair “Its alright... there safe now...” 

Bucky calmed down as he took a few deep breaths. Steve gently let go as he looked at him “Are you ready to go see our baby..?” he asked. Bucky nodded and went with steve to the room where you were in.  

You were in the room with a blanket on you and still out from the surgery. Bucky and Steve walked in and stay with you. It starts to get late and tony as well as the others went out to go and bring back food. While they left steve and bucky stayed with you the whole time. You laid in the hospital bed, slowly starting to wake up, trying to clear you eyes so you could see  

“M..mm?” you said softly as you looked around  

“Hey baby.. How are you doing..?” bucky asked as he held your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb  

“Mm.. Hurt...where are wes..?” you asked as you didnt reconize the room you were in  

“Some bad people came and got you for a little bit.... while me and dada were trying to save you, you got hurt..” steve said as he sat beside u in a chair  

“oh..” you say quitely  

“Dont worry though.. Me and papa will never let that happen to you ever again..” bucky said softly as you nodded  

“tan m go home..?”  you asked, “No sweetheart not yet... the doctors gotta make sure your ok for a couple days.. But then you can come home i promise..” steve said  

You nodded softly as you saw the tv. Steve noticed and smiled softly “do you wanna watch cartoons pumpkin?” he asked in which u nod.  

Steve turned on the cartoons for you and while he did tony and the others returned with the food.You all ate together and watched cartoons, and after that night they all swore they would never let you out of there sight again..(or tried there best not to let you-) because as it was known you were there little.. And papa steve and dada buckys baby. Nothing bad would ever happen to you again...  

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[caffess]

freedom ; peter ballard x reader

A/N: not the first fic i write, but definitely the first one i post in here

contents; violence, fluff, peter is not the bad one its 002, happy normal life, probably a part two, y/n and peter are cute.

summary: you and peter have been longing for freedom ever since you fell in love, now its time to finally flee the lab with a eight-year-old eleven and start living a normal life.

“Everything ready?”

“Yes, lets just hope Eleven gets here on time”

“She will. She’s very smart for her age.” Peter shuffled around grabbing the walkie talkie that you had sneaked into the lab less than a week ago; in the other line awaited an excited Russian named Yuri, awaiting to do the job he was so well paid for.

It was hard to find a way to escape the lab, especially since Peter and Eleven weren’t allowed to go outside for obvious reasons. Freedom seemed to be something they could only dream of, but if your plan worked out, it would become a reality.

“If Eleven takes the soteria off of you, in theory, you would get your powers back, correct?” You asked, as you got rid of the silly doctors hat that Brenner made you wear.

“Not in theory, it’s a fact,” Peter played with his fingers nervously, an excited smile threatening to form in his lips “We will get the life we've been dreaming of. I promise.”

He kissed you gently in the lips, and for a moment, you let it all settle in.

You would be free.

You were interrupted by the sound little footsteps emerging from the stairs. Peter let go of you and grabbed Eleven as gently as he could, indicating her to stay quiet, due to her nearly letting out a frightened squeak when one of the machines let out some steam near her.

“Follow me, Y/N is just around the corner” He told her.

In less than a second you could see how El and Peter emerged from the distance, and the nervous girl let out the breath she was holding as she saw you.

“Hi, El” You whispered, opening your arms so Eleven could launch her tiny frame into yours

“Hi, mom” She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. 

When Peter told her that there was a way for you three to escape the lab and become a family, Eleven had been so excited she nearly forgot to fake playing the game of chess. The whole day she just kept thinking about the world outside the walls.

You talked to her about Hawkins; the sun, the squirrels, the music. Everything you talked to her about seemed to make her more excited and curious to know what the world outside would look like.

“So, this is the thing.” Peter said, as he placed the walkie in front of both you and Eleven. He took her tiny hand and placed it on his neck where she could feel the little bump under his skin “Can you feel it?”

Eleven nodded in confusion, and looked over to you in search of an explanation.

“Your Papa calls it Soteria” Peter said “It weakens me, it tracks me. We need your help to take it off, if we don’t he will find us”

“H-How can I help?” El asked nervously while pursing her lips. You place your hands on her shoulders and make her turn around to look at you.

“The best option we have is for you to use your powers to take it out” You said, taking one of her hands in yours. “If you do it fast enough you wont hurt him, but we have to be fast unless you want us to miss our ride to freedom”

“O-Okay” She said.

Peter took his belt off and moved in order for him to lay his back on a wall, and put his belt in his mouth, with his other hand in yours.

“When I count to three, you will pull it off, okay?”

El nodded.

“One.. Two” Peter closed his eyes hard and his grip on your hand grew tighter “Three!”

Peter’s whine is partly muffled by the belt and you hear the Soteria clink as it hits the ground. 

“You okay, darling?” You ask as Peter shuffled towards the tiny chip covered in blood, his hand not once leaving yours.

“Yeah... Yeah... Im fine.” Reality seems to punch him right in the face when he sees the object shining between his fingers. Freedom was just a few steps away from becoming real.

“There they are!” A voice shrieks while kicking the door right open “Freeze!”

Peter grabs your and Eleven’s hands and makes a run for it. 

You both follow him up some stairs while several security guards yell orders behind you. Peter’s grip on your hand becomes tighter signaling the fear and adrenaline going through his veins. You kick open a door and you're able to find yourselves in a hallway. It seems empty at first and you try to keep running, but just as you turn your heel, you are surrounded by guards with electric weapons pointing at you.

“All three of you against the wall!” One of them says, you slowly hide behind Peter, holding Eleven tightly in your arms.

“You don’t have to be afraid of them, El.” He tells her while looking at the guard right in the eyes “Not anymore”

In a quick movement, Peter turns around and uses his powers to push the guards behind you against the wall, and crashing the two others in front of him against the roof. The last one puts his hands up but Pete shows him no mercy, and snaps his neck before he’s able to even beg for mercy.

“Come on, El, let’s go, now!” You grab her wrist and follow Peter around the lab. Your feet run as fast as they can trying to keep up with the blonde boy. You hear Eleven’s terrified whimpers and you long to console her but now isn't the right time, and the only thing you can do is try to urge her to run faster.

She’s just eight years old, her tiny and delicate frame cant keep up with both yours and Peter’s long steps, so you stop for a brief moment and take her in your arms.

“Lets play a game, okay?” You whisper in her ear, while putting your hand in Peter’s once again “You will try to hold me as tight as you can, and I want you to close your eyes and count to the biggest number you can think of, alright?”

You can feel her nod, and her head buries itself in the crook of your neck, where you can hear clearly her voice counting as slowly as possible.

“Dont move, we will shoot!” A guard screams. Peter looks back at him and sends his crew flying against the walls. One of them fires his gun but it missed you narrowly, startling El, who whimpers in your neck.

“What was that?” She asks, her voice cracking. As soon as Peter is done with the guards you keep running, holding his hand and cradling Eleven’s head.

“It was nothing, keep counting, you were doing it so well!”

You go down some stairs and finally see the reception. Alarms are blaring around you and Peter is going ballistic throwing all the goons around the air and against the walls. When you're about to reach the door, you trip with an object and hit your head against a hard surface. You can hear Eleven whine and Peter’s too busy with the men to help you. You try to stand up but an artifact floats towards you and hits you right in the nose.

You shriek at this and turn around to see what happened and are faced by number Two staring at you with angry eyes.

“You guys always seem to forget about me, dont you?”

Peter turns around and freezes for a second at the sight of the kid. How he has escaped is beyond you two, but he seems to be boiling in anger. Before you're able to formulate a response, you see the kid raise his hand towards you and you can feel a force pulling you up by your neck.

“Peter tries to focus on both him and the guards but the task seems impossible. Your sight starts getting blurry and as soon as you think you're going to slip into unconsciousness, you feel the pressure leave you, and you drop to the ground.

You can hear a loud crash and screams, and you feel Peter’s arms around you. When you look up, the only thing you're able to see is a huge red opening against the wall that is slowly closing in front of you, and Eleven’s tiny frame collapse in the ground.

Everything seems too blurry and your throat aches like hell, but with Peter’s help you manage to get up. He grabs El’s tiny body and cradles her in her arms and you're back to running. Peter uses his powers to open the gate to the lab and you both run off to the woods. 

Your feet hurt and you're feeling dizzy, but you cant afford to stall right now. You are so close to making it that you can nearly taste freedom at the tip of your tongue.

The world around you seems to fade and theres only you, Peter, and Eleven. Running for your lives. Running for your freedom.

“I see you, Americans” You hear a voice echoing from Peter’s pocket, and suddenly you remember what you’re running towards: Yuri’s car.

Far from you, you see a glimpse of blue, and the closer you get, the better you can see it.

It’s a car.

It’s freedom

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Eleven didn't wake up until you guys arrived at a cottage far from the lab. The car ride was full of weird attempts at understanding Yuri’s less than funny jokes but in the end everything worked out for you guys.

El rubbed her eyes as she looked around the place, you were putting her down on an old dusty couch so you could look for the bags hidden under the floorboards.

You reached for a suitcase filled with money and handed it to the weird russian man, who had been drooling over his payment a whole month.

“There you go, now get the fuck out of here” You said. You watched him scurry away and didnt peel your gaze off him until he was way out of sight in the heart of the woods.

“Where are we?” Eleven asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey darling, we are in a safe house. We have about an hour to get cleaned up before we go to our real house”

“Real house? Where?”

“Its a beautiful place near Lovers Lake” You explained, while ruffling inside the bag looking for the clothes you had bought for her. “Go inside the room and put this on. I will help you get cleaned up in a second”

“Wheres Peter?” She asked, while grabbing the white shirt and blue skirt you had gotten her.

“Don’t worry about him darling, he’s just starting the car”

As she entered the room, you didn’t waste any time and took your ugly dress off. You pulled your clothes on and put a coat over them; you were in the middle of November and it was pretty chilly.

“The car is ready to go” Peter said as he jumped into the cabin. You couldn’t help but notice the huge red stain in his shirt caused by the open wound of the Soteria.

“Oh Peter come on we gotta get you cleaned up.” You said, hurrying to get something to stop the bleeding. You ripped a piece of your ugly nurse dress and pressed it on his neck. “Good luck I got you a turtle neck”

He chuckled at this, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Gods, I love you, you know that, right”

You chuckled and nodded.

“I love you too, Peter, you’re the love of my life”

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #vecna x reader #001 x reader #victor creel x reader #victor creel #stranger things vecna #001 stranger things #eleven stranger things #henry creel stranger things #jane hopper #dr brenner #peter ballard stranger things #hawkins #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #ST4

[mrsgiovanna]

Memories (Dad!Giorno x Fem Reader)

I wanted to start this month off with something short and sweet, fluffy and self indulgent. A meandering drabble at best.

Warnings: mentions of Giorno's childhood

Word count: 894

It was a rare quiet morning at Villa Giovanna. Giorno had stirred from his sleep early as he had always done, only this time, he wasn’t in a rush to get himself ready for the day. He looked over to your sleeping form and smiled as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face. So peaceful, he mused as he placed a feather-light kiss to your cheek before getting out of bed slowly so that he would not wake you. He always relished seeing you in your most relaxed state, proud of all the responsibilities you helped him shoulder. He stalked through the hallways, bathed in the gentle spring sunshine that danced about the sleep-tousled waves of his golden hair.

His attention was called towards the murmuring coming from the room just adjacent to the master bedroom to find your little prince playing with his toys. Giorno smiled as he laid eyes on the little boy, the dark hair and green eyes reminiscent of his own.

“Papa! Come come, you need to help us defeat the monsters!” he called out, catching sight of his father watching him from the door.

"The monsters, hey? What is our plan of action, captain? Replied the young Don. The father and son duo had continued with the game until all their "enemies" were defeated and they were in need of a victory meal. Scooping his son into his arms, Giorno had carried him into the kitchen and started to rummage through the refrigerator and cupboards for ingredients for breakfast. He enjoyed the serenity of being at home with just his family. On rare occasions such as this morning, most of the staff were given the weekend off, keeping the security around just in case. He was confident in his own ability to protect his family but left nothing to chance, you were the most important people in his life and nothing was too much when it came to protecting you both.

While your boys had tinkered in the kitchen, you had slowly been roused from sleep. Your first instinct was to reach out for Giorno however your hand had found a rose left on his pillow instead.

Typical Giorno, you thought, holding the beautiful bloom to your face, taking in its beauty and fragrance. You peeked at the time on the bespoke rose gold timepiece strewn casually on your bedside and saw that it was still relatively early in the morning, so you knew that if your boys weren't playing or watching cartoons, they'd be making a mess of the kitchen. True to form, you had found the pair in the midst of their culinary adventure, Giorno furiously beating a bowl of eggs for an omelette while the little one sat in the countertop diligently pulling the stems off cherry tomatoes. They hadn't noticed you at first, propping yourself against the doorway, arms folded against your chest, Giorno's shirt sliding off your shoulder. It was hard not to just stand there, basking in the domestic bliss of the moment, but the overwhelming urge to wrap them both in hugs was too strong for you.

"Good morning, bella, did you sleep well?" asked Giorno, shifting a little to make space for you between himself and the counter. His favourite spot for you was just in front of him. He swore that it was so that he could wrap his arms around you, but you were convinced it was solely for the purposes of using you as a headrest. It didn't matter though, being close to him was reward enough. You had started to season the egg mixture in front of you when you noticed the rectangular shaped pan gifted to you both by Tomoko and the range of ingredients in front of you.

Your eyes lit up at the thought, and before you could stop yourself you had asked him if he was making something from his childhood. It wasn't something he had spoken about too much, but every now and again he would incorporate things from Japan into his surroundings, be it the imported wisteria that grew in the garden, to the influences in the decor of his office. Whispers of his past had settled into all of the spaces he hap occupied. He had thought for a moment, before he answered, the wistful smile never leaving his face.

"I can't tell where I know this from, or why it brings me this much joy,"

"Then that's all matters," you turn around to bury your face in his chest and you could feel him relax in your embrace as be exhaled into the crook of your neck.

Leaving the young Don to it, you scooped up your son and took him to table where he helped you to prepare the rest of the ingredients. Giorno could still see you both in his peripheral vision while he cooked, and there was something so comforting about watching you being as gentle with the little boy as you were. It had reminded him of times when he too was treated with a gentle hand. They were faded visions at best and jarring fragments of a troubled childhood at the worst of times, but the one thought that was always able to orient him back to his present was of his family, at the forefront of this was you.

#giorno month 2023 #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna x you #giorno x you #giorno x y/n #giorno giovanna x y/n #jojo x you #jojo x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno #don giovanna #don giorno #giogio #jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n

[thekatebridgerton]

Baby Bridgerton meet cute au

Today on another episode of Bridgerton fics I really want to read. But can't write because I lack both the time and the creativity to do them justice

Baby Bridgerton meet Cute au

Saphne:

Young stuttering Eton aged Simon Basset meeting Anthony's little sister on a visit to the Bridgerton home and immediately being pulled into a game of house by Anthony's tallest little sister. Who forces him to play husband and she will be the wife and all her siblings now are their kids so they must listen to her of course. Because she's the mom. And him the dad. Simon stutters the whole time but leaves little Daphne with the most organized pretend household he can manage before running off to find Anthony to ask to come over more often

Kanthony:

Young 10 yo Anthony finding a scared toddler Kate afraid of storms, asking him to help her find her papa and pretty Miss Mary in Hyde Park. Because she can't find them and its started to rain and she's scared. And Anthony being the gallant kid he is, shelters the little girl from the rain with his coat under a tree, and returns her to her father as soon as he hears voices looking for her. The day after he meets her, he finds out that the little girl Kate, is the daughter of the man who just ran off with the season's diamond. He wonders if he'll ever see her again

Benophie:

Benedict met Sophie in the theater when Sophie was four, since her mother was an actress and Sophie would have been trained to appear on stage. Benedict saw little Sophie play a little Christmas angel in a opera and immediately asked his father if they could meet the actors, just so he could give the little angel girl a flower and tell her she was pretty. Sadly Sophie's mother died not soon after and rather than see the little girl starve, grandmother left her at the doorstep of the Earl of Gunningworth. But she never forgot the dream of the nice boy in the theater who once called her pretty

Polin

The first time Colin met newborn Penelope with her red hair and Rosy cheeks, he wanted to take her home with him and share with her his favorite cake and biscuits. Penelope would cry if Colin was too far from her cradle and Colin declared to all sundry that baby Penelope was "his Pen" for almost all the time it took Penelope to learn how to talk and say it back. Even if adults tried to convince him that Penelope wasn't "one of his" thinking he was confused about his many siblings growing in number. Colin remained insistent for most of Penelope's early years, that Penelope was 'his' Pen the way he was 'my Colin' for her. they only outgrew the habit after he left for school and made more friends his age. Still Penelope never forgot that he was 'her Colin'. Even if Colin did as they grew older. (or maybe he's always been sure she's 'his' Pen too)

Philoise

Their first time meeting was on one of young Phillip's visits to London with his father. Little Eloise had snuck out behind her parents back to a particularly busy bookshop and happened to see an older boy, buy the exact same book that little Eloise had been eying for ages. So of course like any Viscount baby sis...She threw a tantrum. Phillip was terrified of the crying girl who kept accusing him of stealing her book, but he wanted to keep the book, so he just, found something else to give her, shaved ice? did she want shaved ice? he got it for her, maybe a toy, yes, little girls liked toys, here's a toy, just don't cry, don't cry. By the time Edmund found Eloise again, she was grinning, sitting atop of veritable mountain of trinkets, eating shaved ice, with a devoted young boy profusely apologizing to her. Phillip went home with his book and every time he read it, he remembered fondly the cute little tantrum thrower who warped him around his finger that day in Mayfair. While Eloise never quite forgot that moment either.

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guys you should write this, I want to read it!!

#baby bridgerton au #kanthony #saphne #polin #benophie #philoise #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #colin bridgerton #kate sharma #simon basset #penelope featherington #sophie beckett #phillip crane

[biggesttmntfanintheworld]

Platonic! rise! turtle tots x babysitter! teen! gn! Reader headcanons!:3

you and splinters relationship is STRICTLY platonic btw

you can be yokai or human it doesn't matter:3

raph is 7

leo is 6

donnie is 6 and on the autism Spectrum

and mikey is 5 and has ADHD

Raph

Secretly likes when you call him your 'big baby'

He doesn't like to be carried that much

but only on special occasions:3

he thinks he's a 'big man'( he is >:( )

Likes when you play toys and roblox with him

play sports ball with him please

PLEASE-

would play pranks on you(with the help of leo)

but he lubs you i swear

every time you come over he always runs to hug you first

speaking of running

he always challenges you to race

but ofc you beat him bc his legs are very small

YOU BETTER LET HIM WIN THO

you have to bathe him or he won't not even with his father

please do i'm begging you

hes stinky

he calls you using his dad's phone and BEGS you to come over and play

he calls you big bro/sis

"hey uh big bro/sis? can you come over i'm so bored"

"honey its 3am"

:3

Leo

Where do I start

Clingy...

Very clingy

Like super duper clingy

He definitely hugs on you and does not let go

He calls you his mama/papa 100%

Or mommy/daddy

he has serious attachment issues to you

i mean your always there!(not like someone)

he definitely hugs your leg and never lets go

so you just walk around with a baby turtle on your leg

its so cute bro

says 'i love you' 500 time a day

"i love you mama/papa"

"i know sweetheart"

YOU BETTER SAY I LOVE YOU BACK>:(

your the one who got him those action figures he has of Jupiter jim

if you know how to skate you're the one who taught him how to

asks you for pizza

all

the

TIME!!

"mommy/daddy can i have pizza?"

"this is the 70th time you asked-"

:3

donnie

(my fav son)

doesn't like hugs that much

he opts for a high five tho:3

always in his room/lab

so if you want to say hi to him when you come over you have to go there

he calls you by your first name or just babysitter

he LOVES to play video games with you

like roblox and stuff

he doesn't like pranks

he hates them sm

no pranks

don't to it.

I hope I made my point across

anywhizzle

he sometimes just likes to be next to you

he loves your presence so much

idk why

he just does

he likes to be carried...

but he doesn't like hugging...

it's a strange phenomenon...

sometimes draws little Doodles of you and him

you better hang it up on your wall>:(

" um first name? i made you something..."

he shows you the drawing of you and him holding hands

"aww its beautiful baby"

:3

mikey

the cutiest of cuties ever!!!

the smallest of smalls ever!!!

like leo hes super clingy

butttt...

1000 times more

he loves it so much when you carry him

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMUCHHHHHHH

it's the best thing in the world to him:3

SO.

MUCH.

HUGGGGGGGGGGSSSSS!!!!

he draws so much drawings for you!!

you have a dedicated wall in your house/apartment to all his drawings

he calls you mommy/daddy

or mama/papa

and maybe mom/dad

he definitely Waddles...

picture this

imagine you're cooking breakfast for the boys

and behind you hear little feet patting on the floor

and you look behind you and you see the cutest little baby(mikey) waddling up to you tiredly

"hi mommy/daddy..."

"hi cutie patootie!"

:3

im sorry for being gone:(

i hope you guys like this:333333

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hii, it's my first time here and I ended up finding your wonderful profile who loves kokushibo and I read the plush one and I wanted to know if he can buy a plush from reader(o)? If you do not want just ignore👋👋

Kokushibou wants to buy your plush

He was looking at that plush of himself a lot. Ever since he discovered that you had it, he spent quite a bit of time observing it, as if wanting to win a staring contest with it. Of course, a plushie could not really stare back, but in Kokushibou's mind, it did.

He started to refer to it as "The Prince". It couldn't be "Kokushibou" after all, because that was him, and the plushie could not be a replacement for him. So, "The Prince" was fitting.

For a while, the two of you played this game, if you could call it a game, where Kokushibou would either ask how The Prince was doing or say that The Prince was doing well (or not well). Sometimes it seemed like he was trying to express his own feelings through the plushie, such as when you were out late having some drinks with your colleagues and he said that The Prince didn't like being left alone for such a long time.

You found his game to be rather cute. Kokushibou wasn't one who easily expressed himself. The plushie became a good tool for him to be able to open himself more. But, he soon became to be, you could say, too attached to the plushie. He started to carry it around with him while he was at home, he would read with the plushie on his lap, he would have the plushie watch him train.

You didn't mind that he liked to talk to it or claim that it was talking to him, but you didn't like that he started to take it from you. It was your plushie, after all. What bothered you the most was when he took the plushie to watch him train, because this was an outdoor activity, and the plushie could get dirty. Kokushibou was good about it. He took some towels and set up a "clean" area for the plushie outdoors, but still, it could get dirty. And frankly, the plushie was in need of a bath. It was slowly starting to smell like Kokushibou himself, and this wasn't exactly a good thing, considering that he carried it around after training.

One day, he was coming back inside from training and had the plushie with him. If the plushie's face could hold a different expression, you could imagine that its nose was scrunched up and begging to be taken away from the sweaty demon man.

"Koku," you say.

"Hm?" He sees you and comes over to you go give you a kiss on the cheek.

"Koku, don't you think The Prince could use a bath?"

"Why?"

"You carry him around with yourself after you get sweaty. I think he's now very sweaty himself."

Kokushibou looks at the plushie. He brings it up to his face and sniffs it. "He's all right."

"Have you forgotten that he's my plushie?"

"I always bring him back to the shelf you keep him on."

"That's not the point. You're always carrying him around like he's yours. It's like he's become an extension of you."

"Oh?" he seems surprised by your comment. He looks at the plushie, and nods, as if hearing what it is saying to him. "The Prince says that he likes being with me. He calls me his Papa."

"He ... what ...?" This is too bizarre.

"Mm. He calls me his Papa and he doesn't want to leave my side."

"So, are you saying that my plushie doesn't like me anymore?"

"Let me ask him." He looks at the plushie. "Prince, do you still like y/n?" He waits for an answer and nods. He looks at you. "He says, of course he does but he wants to be with Papa."

You are speechless. The way he's responding isn't logical at all and you don't know what to say.

"Hm ..." He holds up a finger. "I have an idea. Y/n, would you feel better if I buy The Prince from you?"

"You want to buy my plushie?"

"Mm." He nods.

You quickly sort out the pros and cons in your mind. The situation is quite obvious -- either you can let him buy it from you and get some money back, or he will just keep on taking the plushie for himself anyway. You could try to argue him for the plushie, but it would do no good, and would potentially disturb your relationship. You don't want the two of you to get angry at each other over something as trivial as a toy.

"Okay. You can buy him for 5 thousand yen (about 33-34 euro)."

"5 thousand?"

"Do you think he was cheap to buy?"

Kokushibou looks at the plushie. "No ..."

"5 thousand yen is about half the amount I had to pay to get him." You point to the plushie.

"So ... it is a discount?"

"Yes."

"Hm ..." He rubs his chin. "All right. Since it is a discount." He looks to the plushie. "What do you think, Prince?" He waits for a moment. He then shows the plushie to you, so that it's like the plushie is looking at you, and makes the plushie nod. "He agrees."

"All right. Then we have a deal."

So, you technically lost your plushie, but you'll gain 5 thousand yen. But, you don't plan to stop there. You have a bigger goal in mind now -- to convince Kokushibou to buy you a replacement plushie for the one he took from you.

A/N: sorry that this took so long. I hope you like it!

#kokushibo #kokushibou x reader #kokushibo x you #kokushibou fanfic #kny fanfic

[papakhan]

im really sorry if this question was asked before 😭 but im super interested in khans' relationship with animals. not only like, in the religious way, but with pets and cattle. would love to hear your thoughts on that

Sorry this took me forever to reply I wanted to draw some things for it first but I feel like I'll forget if I don't post now :')

I think the Khans have a lot of different relationships to animals, I think it's pretty interesting how at multiple points they have had some relation to dogs, with their leader even having a guard (who I hc that he considered as his right-hand man, only because there aren't any named New Khans in that role) and in FNV there's cut NCR reports mentioning the Khans hunting dogs (the report actually mentions possible a dozen one group! 12! that's a lot of dogs!)

Personally, I hc that the Khans have their own standard breed of dogs similar to the Legion mongrel that's descendant from Darion's baddog, and you could probably trace its ancestry back to the guard dogs/pets of Vault 15. I think they have a lot of working dogs tho! I already have an oc whos the Khans newest houndmaster, but I think they also have pets, I think working dogs are very valuable to them though

In my story Sun gets given Rex by the King, leading the King to have an unexpected alliance with the Khans because 1. he had no idea who Sun was and just thought Rex seemed happier with him after Sun helped get his brain fixed and 2. Papa was so pleased and IMPRESSED about this other (smaller) gang leader giving his son a working animal/guard dog, I imagine he sent the Kings some real tanners, leather workers and armorers to reinforce their leather jackets or something

Sun also loves his new pubby (and has no idea that he's 200 years old LMAO)

Speaking of dogs, Papa Khan specifically has an association with wolves that isn't really seen anywhere else with the Khans, unless you count Baddog (which the Chosen One isn't even sure IS a dog) which I think is cute and fun for him, the way he calls the courier a cub and the Longhouse the wolf's den. Part of me hcs that it could be something to do with him being a different bloodline to the Death Hand linage but idk I haven't got very far with that. I don't think its a reglious thing, since the Khans have been shown to be areligious from the start, maybe just a splinter group of New Khans he was part of? idk I'm probably overthinking I do think its also interesting that the other 2 raider groups from Vault 15 picked animals to represent themselves and the Khans didnt

I'm gonna write about other animals under the cut because I just rambled about dogs :')

As for other animals, I know its not in game but I think the Khans 100% farm brahmin, at least a little, if only for their dung to make jet. I know the Khans are eating brahmin steak and have brahmin over spits but I think if its their dung specifically that makes jet then they probably would want to avoid killing them just for meat. So maybe brahmin are more like Jack's pets and he names them and loves them so so much. I think the Khans farming bighorners or something would be fun, especially since those are pretty regional to the Mojave so it'd mean that the Khans have picked up on it in the 14 years since they arrived, which is nice for them and something I could totally see them doing

CHICKENS as well this is some really old art I had for fallout chickens and I think the Khans would have them. Maybe not so many though, I think the Khans lost a lot of their animals in Bitter Springs either because they ran off, they got killed or because the Khans had to eat them when they first arrived in Red Rock with no other supplies.

I've also seen some people talk about Khan falconers which I think is SO COOL I'd love them to have that. I know that hunting with eagles is a thing in Mongolia so maybe they could pick it up from the book you get from Ezekiel? Please. I haven't really done anything with it personally but I SHOULD

Last but not least, horses. I think the Khans very much do have horses (because I believe in a horseful fallout) Again, I think a lot of their herd bolted during Bitter Springs but I think the Khans have been working to get them all back. I hc that Khans will insist on a person learning to ride a horse before learning to ride a motorbike because to them it teaches balance (strengthens the right muscles) and co-ordination and also a horse can take you home and bikes use up precious fuel and are usually reserved for the Khans messengers or long distance raiders A lot of the Khan's horses will have NCR branding on their flanks which the Khans usually cover either with their own branding or some other decoration. I think they'd be considered very skilled riders with an average Khan being just as if not more skilled on a horse than an NCR ranger. They do a lot of sport involving horses like their own version of jousting and also shooting on horseback. I hc that a lot of Khans will have their own horse but will also share, the fastest horses are often gifted to people involved in the Khan's communication who need something more subtle then a motorbike, like negotiators or scouts. Horses also pull their carts when the Khans are moving their location. Here's a drawing of Suns other dad Min and his caravan

Thank you for coming to my Khans and animals conference THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#this was a lot of fun thank you so much #now i need to remember my hc tag #fnv #great khans #my art #headcanons #hcs #txt

[creachureboy]

More HeavyMedic + age regressed reader :]

Notes:

Sequel to my previous HeavyMedic taking care of an age regressed reader.

Purely SFW age regression, DNI if kink.

Reader calls Medic "Paps" and Heavy "Papa"

I wrote two parts in this, titled "To Comfort a Dad" and "Cuddle Pile"

To Comfort a Dad

You went to the medbay with one of your favourite plushies to visit Medic, finding it neat and tidy, but..

You looked left and and right, and around the corners.

The medbay had a severe lack of Paps!

You approached the door to his office, finding it ajar with the lamp light filtering in from the crack. So you finally found him! Maybe you'd surprise him with hugs, or play with Archimedes again!

You peeked into the room, making sure to peek your plushy around the corner as well so it could see too.

Viola! Paps was right there!

He was sat at his desk, just like you'd expect, but he was.. slouching? He had his head rested on the table, his hands on his head as he mumbled indiscernible words in German.

You held your plushy to your chest, quietly walking into the room and closing the door behind you, the sound of which alerted Medic to your presence.

He perked his head up unenthusiastically, giving you a small smile and a quiet, "Oh, hello Schatz.."

You walked over to stand in front of his desk, only to recieve yet another dejected smile.

Not even a "how are you"? Unacceptable!

So you rounded the table to stand next to your Paps, shifting your plush to one arm before hugging his head to your chest with the other - just like how he'd do for you when you were upset. "Why's Paps sad?"

He mumbled softly, getting comfortable in your embrace. "I had a procedure.. it did not go as planned." He wrapped his arms around you and your plushy, pulling you both closer. "I fixed my error, of course. But a man of my experience?" He sighed. "I should not have made such a careless mistake in the first place."

So you leaned down to give Medic a gentle kiss on the top of his head - just like how he liked to do for you when you were sad. "Is okay, Paps. Eeeverybody makes mistakes." You realised you didn't often get to see the top of his head, so you started playing with his hair. "Y'know? I gots my favourite game and m play it lots and lots and lots. But I make mistakes too!"

You put your plushy gently down on the table on top of his paperwork, and cupped his cheeks in your palms to get him to face you - just like how he would do for you when you were sad. "Paps is gonna be ooookay. Is all gonna be good."

His shoulders relaxed a little as a small grin spreads across his face. Before you knew it, there were strong arms around you pulling you in for a tight hug! Even tighter than the one before!

A warm sense of proudness filled your chest, so you pet your Paps' head again and held your plushy to him. "My stuffie make me feel safe and good, so heres for Paps to also feel safe and good."

He pulled back to look between you and the plushy.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously. "Um, but, when Paps feels happies again, can I have it back?"

He chuckled, taking it in his arms and giving it a big hug. "Of course I will, mein Täubchen." He gave it a kiss on the top of its head - just like how you did for him. "Thank you-" he turned to look at you again, "did you know that you are very sweet?"

A big bright smile spread on your face, as you moved to sit on Medic's lap comfortably.

He hugged the plushy, and also you as if you were a plushy.

So you kissed the top of his head again, still amazed at the fact you could see it. "Maybe tonight Paps can have ice cream wit me and Papa. So the ice cream make Paps feel alll better."

He leaned back to look at you so he could boop your nose. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Cuddle Pile

You walked into the common room after lunch, thinking maybe you'd sit down and watch a bit of TV. But when you entered, you could hear the sounds of soft snoring and evenly paced breathing.

Someone must be sleeping!

You peeked at the couch, wondering who it must be.

Before you was a very cozy-looking Medic, sleeping on top of Heavy like a big pillow. Heavy's arm was around Medic too. How cute!

You took a second to ponder. You did want to watch TV, but your Papa and Paps seemed way too cozy and peaceful to disturb! You stood there for a while to think, eventually deciding you'd just find something else to do.

Just as you were about to walk away, you glanced over at your Papa and Paps one more time, noticing the way Medic shivered a little in his sleep.

You immediately connected the dots, deciding to run and skip all the way to your room to get your favourite blankie. After all, it helped you sleep well, so it must make Heavy and Medic have a great sleep too!

You barged into your room and took the blanket, unfolding it to give it a big hug, and then holding it up high above your head as you rushed back so it wouldn't drag across the floor.

On your way, you heard a chuckle, causing you stop and turn.

Demoman greeted you with a bright smile. "Ye tryin ta look like a superhero?"

You tilted your head at him, confused. "Wha?"

"Looks like ya got big cape-" he leaned against the corridor wall, "although, a wee to big if ye ask me."

You grinned and stood proud. "M the superhero of cuddliness!" With your hands still above your head, you walked over to Demoman to lean against him a little bit, as if you were trying to give him a hug without your arms. "Sorry Tavy, I have go!"

He patted your back. "Alright, see ya, kiddo."

So you continued your way back to the common room and slowed your steps to quietly walk into the door.

You peeked over at the couch silently, relieved that your Papa and Paps were undisturbed.

You carefully laid the blanket on top of them, before stepping back to admire your handiwork. They looked so comfortable!!

..too comfortable

Without you?

Not on your watch.

So you crawled under the blanket to lay down on top of Medic, before feeling him shift a little bit under you. You checked to make sure you didn't wake up Medic or Heavy, but in the process ended up locking eye contact with them.

They only gave you little smiles and hellos, before your Paps hugged you to his chest. And your Papa hugged both of you to his chest.

Why, they were probably the two cuddliest papa bears in the world!

#heavymedic #sfw agere #age dreaming #tf2 x reader #PART 2 BABEY #I FORGOT TO ADD TAGSSSS #tf2 #medic tf2 #heavy tf2 #medic tf2 x reader #heavy tf2 x reader

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Another small snippet from Chapter 1 (Our Story Begins) of my big chapter fic “A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human” (Fic is very canon divergent. Context from first snippet here. Commission cover art here.)

(I'm currently at 867 words in the wip and I'm trying to reach 1000 or more. Will hopefully have the full chapter posted tomorrow.)

...

He puts the pawns in front, then lines up the other pieces symmetrically with the king and queen in the middle.

Next, the Titan walks over and, with extra care and very gentle claws, picks up his little eggling in the blue baseball cap.

Heading over to its chair, he produces a plump white pillow from thin air onto it and carefully sets it down.

Two more plump pillows are conjured across from the table as the Titan picks up his other two eggs and settles them down on their seats.

They were going to watch their papa play against their sibling in a match.

Upon taking his seat at the table, the Titan casts a sunny smile across his scruffy face as he gazed at his child.

"I know this is your first time playing chess," he began in a kind and understanding voice before continuing.

"So I'll share with you what I know."

"..." went the egg to its father.

Such an innocently childlike response led to the Titan's soft chuckle, his bony smile reaching all the way up to his round, hollow eyes.

"Don't worry," he reassured to his unhatched egg softly.

"I'll explain all the basics to you, and we'll start slowly and take our time while playing."

Chess was a challenging and complex game, he knew that.

The Titan wasn't very fond of the classic board game at first when he first started playing it with a man with blonde hair and a forelock.

However, as their games progressed and the man taught him the basics, his liking for it increased.

"..." asked the egg.

The Titan nodded. "Promise," he said as their chess lesson began.

The two most crucial pieces in the game are reached for by clawed hands.

"See these two guys here?" The Titan asked his egg, holding the pieces in his hand before continuing.

"In chess, we call them kings. Each player only gets one, and they're the most important pieces in the game. You want to attack your opponent's king while also keeping your own king safe and protected."

King.

Safe.

Protected.

The Titan's mind was filled with memories of his son, who was still alive.

He sighs of bliss from the memories before continuing with his explanation.

"Once the king is captured, the game ends, so always remember to keep him shielded."

As the Titan lists off the other pieces, he points at them.

"Each player controls 16 pieces: 8 pawns, 2 bishops, 2 knights, 2 rooks, 1 king, and 1 queen."

"..."

Papa Titan chuckles. "The knights are the little horse heads, and the rooks are the little castle towers," he told his little one.

"Each chess piece has its own unique way of moving across the board and potentially capturing your opponent's pieces as it goes."

He points at the pawns.

"Pawns have the ability to move one square forward per turn, except for their first turn when they have the ability to move two squares forward. Pawns move diagonally forward by capturing other pieces diagonally. They cannot move backward."

#(wanted to post the full chapter today but learning the rules of chess made me tired so i had to decide to skip to the final rule) #(it'll make sense in the full chapter) #the owl house #owl house #toh #toh the titan #the titan toh #toh king's dad #king's dad toh #clara clawthorne #wittewife #oc #origianl character #caleb wittebane #english muffin husbando #calara (caleb x clara) #witteclaw #oc x canon #canon x oc #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

haha since I got like six notes on the post abt my sprace thing here you suckers go

It's raining. and I mean pouring. And of course, it just so happens to be on my birthday, so its cold as balIs. and I'm not having a very good day.

I trudge back towards the lodging house, stomach grumbling and bag nearly full of papers I couldn't sell after it started raining. As I pass one of the parks that marks the border between Brooklyn and Queens, I wonder what Spot is doing. probably playing a game with his boys, not soaked and shivering, I think despondently. Deciding to try and wait out the rain for a bit, I duck under the awning of a shop, sitting on the curb. I take off my cap, wringing it out as I watch people with dark umbrellas pass on the street, hurrying towards their destinations. 

I hear the shop door open behind me, and two people walk out. I don't bother to look who.

"It was so good to see you again, Sean." a girl's voice says. Sean...do I know a Sean? sounds familiar. 

"Anytime, Sarah. Shall I walk youse home?" the boy's voice sounds like someone I should know, but I feel like I'm hearing him as though through a tunnel. "Oh, no, that's ok. I'm sure Ama and Papa are worried, and it's in the other direction. We should meet again soon though, I'd love to hear more about this friend of yours." I hear the teasing smile in the girls' voice as she speaks, and a responding embarrassed chuckle from the guy. 

"Yeah, sure thing, Sar. How's about next Saturday? I-" he pauses, and I feel eyes on the back of my neck. "Tell ya what, I'll see you on Thursday, Jacobi's?" his eyes are still on me, but I get a lot of stares, so I don't think much of it. 

The two say their goodbyes, and the girl walks away. I rub my nose. the rain doesn't seem to want to stop; if anything, it's raining harder now. I hear a splash next to me, and see a familiar pair of boots land on the street beside mine. I look up, surprised. 

"Spot?"

he sits. "The one and only. What are you doin' all the way out here, Racer?" his shoulder brushes mine. I shrug. "Sold a grand total of twelve papes before this started." I gesture out towards the rain. "Decided to try and wait it out, but that seems like s'not gonna happen any time soon." I cross my arms on my knees, putting my chin on top. 

I swallow, trying to ignore the pit I feel growing in my stomach. "Who-uh, who was she?" I ask quietly, half hoping Spot doesn't hear me. He looks over at me, but I keep my gaze firmly fixed on the street. "Who, Sarah? oh, she's Mouth's sister, we met at the rally. Why, you jealous?" he knocks his shoulder against mine, half grinning, but I can see the frown of his eyebrows out of the corner of my eye. 

I huff a laugh. "Som'n like that. She nice?" the pit seems bottomless now. 

"Plenty nice, we's got lots in common. She wants to go to college upstate, get her degree in English literature." Spot says, seemingly oblivious. I nod, feeling the pressure in my throat. "S' real good, Conlon. I'm glad." I abruptly stand, determined not to cry in front of him again. "Hey, listen, it's gettin' late, and Jack's probably worried, so i'se is just gonna..." I gesture vaguely over my shoulder, already half turned away. I hear Spot get to his feet behind me.

"Wait- Race!" 

"Bye, Spot." I round the corner, and blink, hard. I start walking briskly, soaked to the bone and shivering like a leaf in the wind. Ignoring the sound of Spot calling after me back under the awning, I walk faster, a tear tracking its way down my face, disappearing with the rain.

"Anthony!" I hear splashing, and turn to see Spot running after me. he stops a few feet away, and I can already see his shirt getting wet. "Wait!"

"What is it, Conlon?" it comes out harsher than I mean it to, and he takes a step back. "Tony, what's your problem?" he asks, frowning. "One second we was havin' a perfectly civil conversation, the next you'se is storming off, 'boutta cry! Was it somethin' I said?" His slate blue eyes shine out from under the brim of his cap, concerned.

I look down at my boots, my jaw working as teardrops hit the tops of them. "I'm not gonna have this conversation yet, Conlon, because you-" I bite my tongue. "No. it's fine, I'm fine, I just need to get back to the lodge." I start turning around again. 

"Anthony, please, what did I do? was it Sarah? I promise she's perfectly nice, her and her-"

"That's just it!" I explode, whipping back towards Spot. "That's the problem. You-" I blink, but it does nothing to help the steady flow of tears. "I what, Race? Please, why do you not like Sar so much, she-" he starts.

"Because I'm in love with you, okay?" I screw my eyes shut and hang my head. you've really done it now, you idiot. Oh well, might as well open your big mouth again and make it even worse. "And you have Sarah, and Jack has Davey, and Blink has Mush, and Katherine has- I dunno, but that's just it." I open my eyes again to see Spot's mouth hanging open, a look of shock frozen on his face. "I'm alone. I'm alone in a world of couples, and I'm so. desperately. lonely." I snatch my hat off my head, waving it around in frustration. "And I'm in love with you, and I know you'll never feel the same, because it's wrong, and you have Sarah now, but I'm so pathetically alone, and yeah, I have Jack, and I guess I have you now, but I just- I need to be held, I need to receive the same love I've given my entire life, I need someone to just be with, and I-" I'm cut off my a pair of lips on mine. 

haha love me some good *checks notes* happy couples

might be a smidge outta character but I wrote this when I was sad and projecting lmao

#newsies #s'posed to be 92sies specifically but its whatevs #92sies #zee's scribbles! #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #also spreading my 'spot n sarah are besties for the resties' propaganda #you literally can't convince me otherwise