dad!spencer
DAD SPENCER SPENCER AS DAD
yknow that scene where JJ calls Will and Henry over the phone so she can read to Henry? or atleast I think she read to him it was so long ago that I watched 😭 anyway, what about that with Spencer and a toddler Bailey? he’s on a case but he still wants to make sure he’s present for his daughter even if he’s not physically there
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Your ears rang as Bailey’s cries echoed through the house. She had been fussy and inconsolable for days and you knew why, her dad was gone.
Spencer flew out to a case all the way in Nebraska leaving you to take care of Bailey all by yourself until he got back. You weren’t cross with him, you knew his schedule was hectic and that he tried his best to be a part of both of your lives.
For Bailey however it was a different story. The second her dad walked out the door she was upset and ran to the door to run after him. The only way she would fall asleep is by draping one of Spencer’s shirts over her, her breathing would calm down and a moment later she would be at ease.
It had been four days since Spencer left and there had only been limited text messages between you two. The case turned out to be more complicated than initially thought and it was taking up more of the team’s time.
You and Bailey were cuddling on the couch watching one of her favorite cartoons. Bailey had a crying fit and after some time she managed to calm down a bit and now here you were, caressing her back as her tear filled eyes were focused on the TV in front of her.
As you felt yourself doze off and your head leaned to the side, your phone rang which caused Bailey to get fuzzy.
“Shh there there,” you sat up and pulled Bailey into your lap as you dug your phone out of your pocket, seeing it was Spencer calling you sighed in relief and immediately put it on speaker.
“Hey Agent Daddy,” hearing your words made Spencer chuckle and Bailey’s eyes went big as she heard the laughter.
“Hey you two, how are my favorite girls doing?”
“We’re doing okay, Bailey misses you a lot.”
“She does?” Bailey immediately made grabby hands at the phone.
“C’mon, say hi to daddy.”
Bailey got the phone in her hands and chanted “daddy, daddy, daddy!” in an excited voice.
“Hi baby, do you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Hey, daddy will be home soon, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Spence, do you think you could sing to her a bit?”
“Yes yes, daddy sing!”
Both you and Spencer laughed as Bailey grew excited over hearing her dad sing to her.
As Spencer sang along to the lullaby he recited to Bailey every night before bed, she nuzzled into your chest as her cheek was squished against you, her eyes fluttering shut as she relaxed.
You pried the phone from her hands gently and took it off from speaker mode, pressed it to your ear and quietly spoke as to not wake up your daughter.
“She’s finally asleep.”
“Has she really not slept these past few days?”
“Well only when she tires herself out from crying.”
Spencer chuckled lightly, “I feel bad now.”
“Hey it’s okay. You’ll be home soon so she’ll feel better in no time.”
“I hope so.”
Silence took over the line for a moment and you could hear Spencer trying to cover up a yawn, he was dead tired but still managed to make time to call you.
“You should go to sleep, I don’t want to keep you up for too long. You still have a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah,” Spencer yawned and rubbed his eyes as he looked at the time, 8:47 PM in the evening and yet it felt like it was 1 AM for him.
“Be safe, yeah? Think about how happy Bailey will be once you get home.”
Spencer smiled as he thought about his little girl running into his arms as soon as he walked through the front door.
“Give her a kiss from me please.”
“I will, good night.”
“Good night.”
As the call ended you looked down at Bailey and watched her sleep peacefully in your arms. Her hand was gripping your shirt and you chuckled as you remembered what you wore, the same shirt of Spencer’s that you draped on her as she slept.
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simple happiness
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Buck and Tommy take their kids home from the hospital
“Home, home, home. We’re taking you both home,” Buck hums, buttoning the LAFD onesie of his daughter. He kisses her cheek, inhaling deeper this unique smell of newborn babies. Smiling even brighter than he had been smiling for the last three days, Buck finally believes that he has indeed become a dad. He and Tommy became dads. Their little precious bundles of joy in his hands right now. His beautiful twins Luke and Kya are sleeping peacefully on the changing table he put them to change in their LAFD onesies to go home.
Home. Buck takes his babies home. His babies.
Five years ago he would never believe he would have a husband and two kids, but here he is now: admires his sleeping babies, while Tommy discharges them.
“Ok, papers’re ready and I’ve got Luke’s car seat too,” Tommy enters the room, saying it really quietly, that Buck barely hears him, but he knows he should get acquainted with it as they now have two infants, who should sleep a lot. And Buck doubts he or Tommy both are excited about the possibility of waking any of them up, when the babies are not ready.
Tommy pouts when he glances at their kids and Buck frowns.
“You promised I’ll have a chance to dress one of them.”
Buck silently chuckles at his husband’s silliness.
“I’m sure you’ll have thousands of opportunities to dress them. And I wanted them ready as soon as possible so we can take them home,” Buck puts both babies in their car seats and goes to kiss his husband. “I want to take them home with you faster and start our new chapter. And you were too long with papers,” Tommy still pouts even if a little smile in his eyes is visible too. Buck perks his lips again. “You can move both of them to the car.”
Tommy enthusiastically nods and quickly takes both car seats in his hands, flexing his muscles. That picture of his husband with their kids sends waves of both pure love and burning lust through his body, but he concentrates on love for now.
Tommy carefully walks them through the hall of the hospital and Buck catches his big smile, when he steals little glances on the precious cargo in his hands.
Knowing that he needs this moment with him forever, Buck takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps the picture of his husband’s back and his two little angels peacefully sleeping.
Yeah, all the things he had to get through to end up here were worth this simple happiness of loving someone anyway and being loved anyway. His heart actually almost burst from the amount of love he has for three of the most important people in front of him.
His family. Buck can’t wait for his new life chapter as husband and dad.
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Laugh
Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I would recognise anywhere
The city lights reflect on the Danube river on this mild summer evening. The whole city is outside, at least it feels like it. Restaurants and bars and cafes have all put their chairs and tables outside. Schanigarten, the Viennese call it. A delightfully chaotic yet orderly habit of using public land for the enjoyment of everyone.
Sherlock should sleep. But the city is so lovely, and the night is so mild. For once, he’s not being chased, or shot at, or hunted. He’s waiting, for new papers, for a new identity, and Vienna in June is a good place to wait.
The wind smells like hope and a river in a city. It reminds Sherlock of London. The Danube is a different beast altogether, of course, the great stream meandering through most of middle and eastern Europe before making its way into the Black Sea. It’s been a recurring companion, in Romania, in Germany, in Hungary. Here, in Vienna, he feels like it’s greeting him like an old friend.
He’s walking through the inner city, just enjoying the anonymity of the masses, tourists, mainly, but many locals as well, having a beer or a glass of wine outside after a long work day. It smells vaguely of frying fat and horse manure. It reminds him of London again, of walking down Whitehall past the horse guards.
Soon. He can go home soon. One last job. Mycroft promised.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he feels like some invisible hand has reached into his chest and is piercing his heart.
That laugh…
It can’t be.
He steps into a doorway and looks around, tries to isolate the sound.
He’s not here. You’re kidding yourself. You were thinking of him. Of home.
There. In the Schanigarten across the street. A group of British tourists. A man laughs. He looks nothing like John. But his laugh…
For just a second, Sherlock thought…
Hoped…
What he wouldn’t give for once glance. Just a tiny glance. Just a second, to know John is all right.
He closes his eyes and imagines. What it would be like, if this man over there, who looks nothing like John but has his laugh, was actually John. And he knows, he knows, it’s actually better that it’s not John, because Sherlock wouldn’t be satisfied with one glance.
What if this was truly John? Would he wait in the shadows, watching? Would he follow John home through the dark alleys and cobbled streets of this lovely city? Would he finally step out of the shadows, just as John is ready to go into his hotel?
Would he grab John’s wrist, pull him into a shadowy courtyard? Would John try to yell, just to recognise Sherlock as Sherlock puts his hand over his mouth to stifle the scream? Would John look at him in shock, wide-eyed with wonder?
Would Sherlock then replace the hand with his mouth, press their lips together, taste John’s fiery anger, his sweet relief, his voice, whispering, “Sherlock…”?
Would John take Sherlock back to his room? Would they not talk all night, just for the dawn to come and for Sherlock to leave with one last, lingering kiss to remind them both that this wasn’t a fever dream, but real, and precious? Would he promise to come back, would John promise to wait?
Sherlock pounds his fist against the wall to remind himself where he is. Who he is. Why he can’t lose himself in a stupid, childish fantasy.
He has a job to do. A job he needs to finish before he can indulge in even thinking about what a possible after would look like. A job that needs to be done so John can be safe.
He doesn’t want you that way anyway…
But maybe… maybe when I come back…
Stop it. You have a job to do. You can’t afford the distraction.
Tomorrow, he will travel to Belgrade, where the Danube will greet him on the last leg of his journey. He’ll finish his job, and then, he can go home.
Then, maybe…
Tomorrow, he moves on.
Tonight, he listens to a stranger’s laugh that sounds so much like home, and he allows himself to dream.
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ripples ౨ৎ⋆˚。⋆
SYNOPSIS : things skz hyung line love about their chubby partner
PLAYLIST : ripples - beabadoobee ; touch tank - quinnie
PAIRING(S) : bf!skz hyung line x gender neutral reader
WARNING(S) : mentions of insecurity, skirts ( not necessarily feminine in my eyes ), i think thats all??
note : ah hi !!! sorry this took so long to get out, a maknae line version should be up soon as well ! i hope you enjoy !! ( and to the others that sent in reqs, those should be up soon as well, this week has been crazy for me ☹️. anyway, you can expect it sometime this week !! )
channie:
— loves coming home to you already asleep and all cozy. you’re the best thing for his insomnia, your cute little snores lull him right to sleep. after washing up, he’ll slide into bed next to you. his hands naturally find the soft skin of your thighs and plush tummy. rubbing down your soft skin till he reaches your knee and back up again. he’ll trail up your arm to your collarbones until he reaches your jaw. brushing stray hairs from your face, he leaves kisses in their wake. you slowly stir awake.
“ channie? ” your voice is so sweet, a little hoarse from the sleep. it’s only now you realize you fell asleep while waiting for him. you hate how late he stays in the studio, perfecting and nit-picking his already beyond-perfect work. you’ll always admire how hard-working he is but that doesn’t take away from how desperately you wish he was home more.
“ mmm, hi my love, ” he giggles. words can’t describe how lucky he feels knowing he gets to love you.
— he loves how you’re almost oblivious to how much everyone adores you. you just have this energy that seeps into other people, you’re so unapologetically yourself and it’s sosososo attractive.
— loves buying you new clothes that match his so when you go out, everyone knows his pretty baby is all his <33
minho:
— he is the thigh guy ever. he loves to lay with his head between your soft thighs while he does something mindless like scrolling on his phone, turning his head to leave soft kisses on your skin. sometimes he’ll get too much cuteness aggression from hearing you recall your day and leave a gentle bite in place of the kiss, soothing it with a peck when you squeal.
“ minho! ” your voice cracks a bit but he just starts laughing, smoothing over the bite mark with a kiss.
“ ‘m sorry, you’re just so cute. “ he puts his head back to look up at you admiring your features, despite them being upside down from this angle. you’re so pretty, his personal paradise. whenever work and his mind becomes too much, you’re his getaway. his escape.
“ anyways, so then she- “ you continue to talk about the girl at your favorite coffee shop and he just watched you, love practically seeping from his eyes. you’ll never grasp just how much he adores you but he can hope you understand at least a bit of it.
— he loves how cute you look with his initials around your neck or on the bracelet he bought, pressed against your pretty wrist. he would probably pass out if you ever wore thigh jewelry, a little m adorning his most favorite part of you.
— always has his hand on your thigh while he drives, squeezing along to the music or whenever he needs to remind himself that you’re all his. he gets to have you like no one else does. ( what did i say, he’s the thigh guy ever. )
changbin:
— hear me out, your arms. he’s so obsessed with how they wrap around him, grounding him and protecting him from all things stressful.
“ oh, hi bin- “ your sentence is cut off as he lifts you into his arms, burying his sweaty face into your neck before leaving a kiss there that makes you squirm. he had just got done at the gym. it was obvious he couldn’t wait to see you by the way he practically tackled you.
he’ll just laugh into your neck before pulling back to look at you, still holding you in his arms. his hair is curly and his cheeks are flushed. you’ll never get over how perfect he always looks, especially now. it feels like he’s reading your mind when he says,
“ you’re so perfect, you know that? “ he praises. something you’ll never know is that he thinks about you the way you think about him. you’re so flawless to him, everything about you is worth worshipping in his eyes.
“ …okay, i love you binnie but you’re sooo sweaty “ he finally breaks out of the trance you have him in but only to sulk.
“ ahh, why doesn’t my baby love me!? “ he exclaims and once you finally get out of his tight hold, it’s not for long. he’ll chase you around your shared apartment and once he finally gets his hands on you, prepare for endless kisses littered across your face <3
— he would LOVE it if you were stronger than him. he finds it so attractive if he could go head to head with him in the gym, his competitive side on full display. but he also loves being stronger than you, picking you up like you weigh nothing, and having you in his lap. he knows you might worry about being too heavy but you are such a big reason why he works so hard in the gym. he just loves being strong for you.
— he’s honestly such a show off. he just likes the idea of you never having to lift a finger, and doing everything for you without you ever having to say the word. you want water? it’s already by the bed in your favorite cup. you’re hungry? he’s already in line at your favorite restaurant before you can even text him. his acts of service love language is coming on strong.
binnie bonus!!!
— he’s another one who loves to see you in cute outfits, he adores your fashion sense so you usually do the outfit picking for the two of you. whether it be a skirt on a cute pair of shorts or some plain jeans, he’s so in love with how it all fits you.
hyunjin:
— everything about your body. just the way you move and the way you fit against him perfectly is enough to send him into a rant about his adoration for you. to him, your body is art, perfectly constructed and molded into something that not even the most time-consuming sculptures can replicate. you are art, so of course you make your way into his.
“ hyunjin, i’m starting to cramp. ” you whine. he has so many doodles of you that he’s done from picture references but now, it’s time for the real thing. despite your complaints, he takes his sweet time.
“ just a little longer love, i’m almost done. “ he whispers, making small strokes of his pencil in his sketch pad. it really shouldn’t have taken him this long but he keeps getting distracted. you’re posted all pretty for him, holding the flowers he bought you. you’re just such a sweet sight and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you, even if it is for a few seconds.
before he can tell you he’s done, he’s getting up and planting a kiss on your lips. having to resist touching you for so long should be a crime. just watching you be so effortlessly beautiful and not being able to show you that he’s thinking that was torture. you’re made to be loved and he’s made to carry that mission out.
— couple pictures!!! loves taking cute pictures on your dates or going to especially pretty places to snap especially pretty pictures of you. he loves simple outfits that look good on both of you, blue jeans and white button-ups. some of his favorite pictures are of the two of you in that exact outfit, playing in fields of flowers or walking around the pretty streets of a new part of town. his wallpaper is actually of you lying in the flowers <3
— he loves to hold your waist when you’re cooking or washing dishes. whenever he’s teasing you he’ll pinch you softly. it always ends in him being splashed with water and forced to flee the kitchen to escape your playful slaps.
thank u for reading !! again, please send me any feedback or critiques you have !! this was so fun to write <3
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