#babies learning big words from papa

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 22, waking up and domestic fluff

And now, they wake up...

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22(you are here)/34

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)

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Something moving started to pull him from the deeper sleep he had been enjoying. It wasn’t the first time he felt something move while sleeping. It frequently happens; he ignores it and continues to sleep, which is how it usually goes. His tentacles, reacting to the emotions that his dreams stir, are typically what he feels when moving about in bed. 

This was different, though.

It felt like small hands pushing on his back as someone was climbing on him. Soft, hushed voices telling the one who was climbing him confirmed his suspension. Nightmare groaned softly before opening his eye and looking at the little skeletons. Killer continued to climb up on him, settling down in the center of his back, making it hard for Nightmare to see him.

“killer,” Horror hissed softly in a whisper, “you woke him up.”

“i did?” Killer asked without the care of keeping quiet.

“You did,” Nightmare said before yawning. Slowly sitting up, he felt Killer safely slip down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“sorry,” Dust said softly.

“No need to apologize. I actually had a pleasant sleep. I hope you four did as well,” Nightmare said as his tendrils curled around the four small skeletons in a hug. “Now, if only I woke up on my own accord and not because some little minion decided to start crawling all over me. A rude awakening by an intrepid mountain climber is a poor start to a day.”

“intepit?” Cross asked.

“In-trep-id,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid,” Cross said, trying again.

“There you go, it means fearless or adventurous,” Nightmare explained.

“that’s me!” Killer exclaimed, holding his arms up excitedly.

Nightmare used a tendril to pick the child up, purposefully holding him upside-down, “Yes, that was you, but your actions were still rude. Were they not?”

Killer giggled, “sorry!”

“Why do I doubt that you are?” Nightmare asked, and Killer giggled more as Nightmare set him back down. “Alas, the youth these days have no respect for their elders. Whatever is an old man like me to do?”

“i re-pect you, mr. night,” Cross said quickly before whispering to Horror, “what’s re-pect mean?”

“respect, it means… um…,” Horror put his hand to his chin as he thought. “i know what it means just… um…”

“You are unsure how to define it, or put it into words?” Nightmare asked, and Horror nodded. “Start, and I will help you when you need it.”

“okay, um. it means that you… show uh… well you listen and you…show someone they are important,” Horror said, then looked at Nightmare.

“Exactly. You honor them by listening, doing as they ask, and being polite.” He smiled and patted Horror on the back. “You did well, Horror. You did not need my help after all.”

“thank you, mr. night,” Horror said with a smile.

“i respect you! i just like being silly,” Killer giggled.

“That you do, you little imp,” Nightmare huffed.

To that, Killer gasped and folded his arms, “i’m not an imp! i’m a skeleton!”

“Yes, you are. Come along, babybones. Time for breakfast,” Nightmare said as he stood from his bed.

“oh! oh! can you carry me, pleeeeaaase~?” Killer asked, holding his arms up in the traditional ‘pick me up pose’ all children seem to know naturally.

“me too! please!” Cross said, putting his arms up as well.

“Alright,” he said as he used his tendrils to wrap around those two and lifted them off the bed. Killer giggled and squirmed a little before finally settling into the hold. It amused Nightmare as the youngest, Cross, patted the tendril as if it were alive while whispering, “thank you” to the limb. As Cross continued to gently pet the limb, Nightmare turned his attention to Dust and Horror. “What about you two? Do you want to be carried, as well?”

“yes, please,” Horror replied, and Nightmare curled a tendril around him. Horror simply hugged the limb that held him with a content smile.

Dust was hesitant and fiddled with his fingers for a short moment before he softly muttered, “please?”

And with that, Nightmare lifted him off the bed as well. Just as before, there was a flinch at the initial contact, but Dust soon relaxed and was lifted off the bed. He looked down and around himself, interested in the different angle he now had to view everything. 

Nightmare made his way out of his room to theirs to help them pick out what they would wear and get them ready for the day. Keeping Killer and Cross focused was a struggle, but he could after that good sleep. One at a time, he helped them brush their teeth, Cross needing help with the action to make sure he got all of his teeth, and a tendril around Killer kept him in place long enough to complete the task. Once done and dressed, he walked them down the hall.

“what about you, mr. night? you still have your jammies on!” Cross asked.

“That I do. Once you four are being watched by Lyra, I shall change and brush my teeth,” He explained as they continued on their way. This time, they wanted to walk on their own—Killer and Dust on one side, Horror and Cross on the other side of him. Killer and Horror were holding a tendril in one hand and the other’s hand in the other.

Once they reached the kitchen, he found Lyra at the refrigerator going through its contents. She looked up at Nightmare and the others and smiled. “I hope you do not mind. I decided to make meal plans for the week,” she said, closing the refrigerator door.

“I do not mind at all. I will admit, I was so busy with other things that I just decided on meals when it was time to eat,” Nightmare admitted. “Speaking of meals, I have four little baby bones-”

“i’m not a baby! i’m an intrupid,” Killer started.

“Intrepid,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid… umm… oh! climber!” Killer announced.

“you are a babybones,” Horror grinned while patting Killer on the head.

“nuh-uh!” Killer rebutted.

“Alright, no more arguing. All four of you are baby bones, adventurous nature or not. Now, if Lyra is alright with it, I will leave you four in her care as I get myself ready for the day,” Nightmare declared.

“okay, mr. night!” Cross said before hugging Nightmare around the legs.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have them help with breakfast, and when you get back, we will enjoy a meal together,” Lyra smiled.

It had been long enough that Dust could now eat most of what was given to him without making him sick. And with them helping, that should keep Killer out of trouble and Horror entertained enough not to prank the others. Content they were in good hands, Nightmare started to turn to leave when he felt someone holding one of his tendrils.

Looking down, he saw Dust holding the limb in question. He was near tears as he looked up at Nightmare with a pleading look that said what his voice was failing to say. Dust wanted to come with. When he was alone with the boys, Dust stayed close whenever Nightmare was home. He usually did not initiate physical contact beyond holding a tendril like now, but he did accept it when offered. At this moment, when the others were going over to Lyra to learn what she had planned for breakfast and how they could help, Nightmare considered Dust may have become “clingy.”

What was he to do…

Nightmare will not admit it, but after his troubles as a small child at the hands of adults… he had a soft spot for them. Such young children should be his brother's concern. And yet, Nightmare just had a hard time hurting, emotionally or physically, children. It just felt like bullying.

He just… didn’t like bullying of children…

That dislike only seemed to get stronger the older he got.

But this wouldn’t be bullying… it would be telling Dust he had to wait with the others.

And yet…

He was getting soft…

Those sad eyelights, tears in the corner of his sockets, as the child silently pleaded…

“Dust,” Lyra said as she walked over and knelt down. “Mr. Night just needs to get dressed and cleaned up like you did.”

Dust looked down at the floor and nodded; he understood, but… Nightmare was the first adult to show him kindness and love. After all the anger and hate he had experienced, Dust seemed scared to be away from Nightmare. He felt safe when Nightmare was around and wanted the guardian who was protecting him from “The Doctor” to stay nearby.

“Lyra, I,” Nightmare started, but Lyra shook her head.

“Dust, I have an idea. Can you help me? Nightmare is going to be very hungry by the time he is done, and I do not think I and the other three could make enough food for him without your help,” Lyra said as she held her hand out to him.

“Hmmm, I am feeling rather peckish right now,” Nightmare said thoughtfully.

“I am sure you will be ravenous by the time you return,” Lyra grinned.

“i thought you didn’t hafta eat since you eat emotions!” Killer blurted out. He then gasped, “what about all the times you didn’t eat with us? Was that because… because you didn’t make enough for all of us and you?”

“Well… I require emotions more than food, but I also enjoy food,” Nightmare explained.

“you really need my help?” Dust asked in a whisper to Lyra.

“I do,” She whispered back. “So, will you help us?”

Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back at her with a nod. With that, she extended her hand, and he placed his hand in hers. She then stood and guided him over to the others. Dust looked back momentarily but then focused on where she was guiding him. With the group distracted with breakfast plans, Nightmare turned and left the room to prepare for the day.

…

He could get used to this…

#This is just fluff #sweet sweet cotton candy domestic dadmare fluff #With a bit a FuzzyNight sprinkled on top with Lyra being a momster #Gooptales #dadmare #nightmare!sans #dust!sans #killer!sans #horror!sans #cross!sans #babies learning big words from papa #Nightmare finally got some good sleep #hurray! #:3 so much soft domestic fluff

[tender-rosiey]

smack, smack — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: special thanks to the beautiful @stinkyme for inspiring me to actually write this and for fangirling over the idea with me <3

gojo satoru, like any dad, got his fair share of ‘bullying’ from his daughter, his 5 months old baby.

some dads get peed on, others get their hair pulled, and others get their nose bitten on the daily. it's a little something to make them suffer a bit like the mothers had to during the pregnancy.

your husband, however, is always getting smacked in the face whenever he has his blindfold on, and I mean harshly smacked in the face and unforgiving scratching.

the first time it happened was when he was going to school. he was ready, uniform on and everything, but he simply had to say goodbye to his two girls.

skipping to your shared bedroom, he placed two big smooches on your face. then, after much of pulling him off you, he went to smooch his little girl. a big unmatched grin was on his face as he looked down at her in her crib.

he picked her up, cooing softly at her, “what a pretty girl, just as pretty as your mama, huh?”

satoru then laid her gently against his chest and started rocking her softly, while humming. after a while, he felt her stir a little in his arms. she sleepily looks up at him, and he smiles down at her, “good morning, baby—“

now, your daughter was used to seeing her dad without the blindfold. she was used to getting met by her dad's bright blue eyes.

so when a strange unknown man was holding her up instead of her papa, she started wailing and screaming, repeatedly smacking him in the face.

whenever her little—strong—hand landed on the blindfold, she would try to pull it off with all her baby might. you scrambled out of your bed at the loud screeches and screams of both your husband and your daughter.

you saw how satoru was desperately trying to, as gently as possible, make her release her grip. you stumbled on your words, before yelling, “your blindfold! take off your blindfold off!”

“I! am! trying!” he yelps as she continues slapping the hell out of his face.

you hurry and take his blindfold off, swiftly throwing it to the side. he started rocking her, smiling despite the red marks and scratches all over his handsome face, “it’s me, daddy! you see me?”

almost magically, your daughter calmed down in an instant with the occasional hiccup from her previous crying. he smiled, “there you go; that’s my girl.”

she gently made grabby hands at him, and he quickly pulled her back into his chest. your daughter instantly snuggled into his shoulder and hid her face in his neck.

you stared at him for a moment, “well, at least we know that she bloody hates that blindfold.”

it honestly kind of adds up.

you remember the many times that your daughter was generally distressed or fussy and instantly calmed down when she saw her dad’s eyes. you also remember that one time your daughter was actually zoning out while looking at satoru’s eyes, her own safe place.

satoru chuckles with a shrug, “I have you as my savior, anyway.”

“you can’t always count on me to be the one to save you from our daughter’s monstrously strong grip.”

and he can’t.

no one is brave enough to try and to fight back a baby, let alone the strongest sorcerer’s baby.

that attack happens way more than satoru would like. for example, whenever you’re busy, he takes his little princess to the school with him. in general, everyone helps in taking care of the little angel (devil in some cases).

however, god forbid she sees satoru coming back from a mission with his blindfold on.

it took some time for your husband to learn his lesson and immediately take his blindfold off before he entered the school. until then, he was prone to his daughter’s crazy strong hand smacking his face till his entire face is painted red and not the cute kind.

satoru never believed in his students to save him, except for yuuji. the first time it happened around the students, most of them were either laughing or speechless.

yuuji did try to save his sensei from his smacking machine of a daughter, but ended up getting smacked himself.

your husband did hope that, maybe, nanami’s heart would soften, and he would finally help him.

nanami’s heart did soften, just not for satoru. instead, your daughter now has a special soft spot in nanami’s heart, as he did in hers, but that isn’t our topic for today.

the amount of times you would enter the room to find nanami chuckling or smiling at your husband getting beaten to a pulp by your baby. satoru could be sobbing, “nanami, please! save me!”

and nanami would simply smile—sadistically—and hum, “I don’t think I will.”

you’re pretty sure that nanami believes this is god’s way of punishing your husband for all the mischief he caused.

ignoring that, it grips your heart how satoru’s face would brighten up the moment he saw you. he would run up to you, giving you the baby to calm her down while he gives his face a rest.

and your little girl was smiling and giving you her version of cheek kisses.

your husband recovered quickly though, and took her back, his blindfold finally off. he doesn’t do it without pecking your lips though, “my savior.”     

then he gets lost in his own world with his little girl, and their laughs and giggles filled the room. her hands were gently holding her dad’s face as she squeals, and satoru’s heart soars as he forgets about his beating from a moment ago.

now, that doesn’t mean that his dear students don’t make fun of him for always losing against his little girl. during one of the recent teasings, he simply huffed, “you never tried the grip of a baby! tell them, yuuji!”

yuuji shudders as he remembers how long the slap mark lasted, “she is one hell of a strong baby.”

it’s one thing for panda and nobara to laugh, it’s another for megumi and maki to do so as well. your husband’s ego simply couldn’t take it anymore. he took his baby in his arms and gathered the baby bags, sparing one last glance at his ‘bullies’.

and so your husband dramatically exits the room, “I need my wife! I can’t with you people anymore!”

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[thepixelelf]

ah! love - 2

genres: married life au, family au, fluff, comedy [best friends to lovers?] relationship: husbands 95 line x reader (feat. baby doremi line) words: 3.4k warnings and notes: mentions of alcohol; coarse language. y'all wanted more and so did I. any stuff in this au will likely not be chronological. I literally had to think about how to tell a kid they're adopted for this it sucked. (I still love it)

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Seungkwan learns a new word.

Seungkwan, like all other five (and a half!) year-olds, knows everything.

He knows how to cook eggs and how many sides an octagon has. He knows to always ask papa Jeonghan for extra sweets because he's the only one who ever says yes after you've said no. (His other parents also say yes, sometimes, if you've left the room, but Jeonghan is always the fastest to cave.) He knows Chan is a baby who doesn't know anything. 

And he knows he and Vernon are The Twins.

Because when it's time for dinner, and Seungkwan is playing with Vernon in their room, papa Joshua always asks you, "Can you grab the twins?"

When papa Seungcheol comes home from (well, hm, maybe Seungkwan doesn't know everything) wherever he goes when they go to kindergarten, he kisses you on the cheek in the entryway, kicks off his shoes, then crouches down, arms open and awaiting for Seungkwan and Vernon to barrel into them, and growls happily, "There are my twins!" 

And when he found you in the kitchen one night, while you were sitting on the counter (which is not allowed!!), with papa Jeonghan standing between your legs for reasons unclear to Seungkwan, you both looked surprised. Seungkwan concluded this was because papa Jeonghan had just whispered, "The twins are asleep," and Seungkwan was, in fact, not. 

Which is why he scoffs at the older girl who came up to him and Vernon on the playground. Vernon is busy building his sand tunnels, but the girl has Seungkwan's full attention.

"You are not twins," she says.

"Yes we are."

She is unrelenting. "No. My big brothers are twins, and they look exactly the same."

Seungkwan looks over at Vernon, who's now mixing wet sand and dry sand into a big ol' pile of sand soup. They don't look alike at all, he knows. His hair is black, and Vernon's is brown. His cheeks are rounder — sometimes you pretend to bite into them before planting a kiss — while Vernon's are a bit pinker.

"We are twins," Seungkwan says again, because maybe not all twins are like her big brothers. Maybe some twins are like him and Vernon.

Besides, his papas say they're twins. Why wouldn't they be?

The girl crosses her arms. "My big brothers have the same birthday."

Seungkwan is about to bite back, say something like maybe not all twins have the same birthday, meanie! but Vernon waves his hand in the air, yelling out, "Ms Han!" 

Their teacher comes over, bending and putting her hands on her knees as she asks Vernon what's going on.

He points at the girl. "She's saying we're not twins because we don't have the same birthday."

"Oh." Ms Han scratches the back of her neck, "Well, sweetie, the thing is…"

⭒

Jeonghan's shaky eyes glance at the rear-view mirror again, half checking for cars and half checking up on the babies in the back seat.

Seungkwan has been quiet the entire eight minutes they've been driving, which might be normal if he was any kindergartner other than Seungkwan. Vernon can get talkative too, but right now he's completely silent, immersed in squishing and un-squishing his favourite toy — a plushie shaped like a baked bean (Jeonghan has no idea where you found that thing or why Vernon is obsessed with it) — between his tiny fingers. 

Of course, Jeonghan had to be the one on pick-up duty the day one of their teachers finally gave them the whole, you may have to explain adoption talk. 

"So," he says, awkward, trying to smile. "How was school?"

Vernon squeezes his toy again. "It was," he says, and nothing else.

God, Jeonghan needs backup.

As soon as Jeonghan pulls up to the house, unbuckles the twins from their booster seats, and ushers them inside, Vernon pulls off his shoes and dashes into the house — to you, Jeonghan is sure. Vernon doesn't play favourites except that he does.

Seungkwan, though, looks up at Jeonghan and tugs his pant leg, saying, "Papa Shua wants to talk to you in his room."

Which isn't true, of course; Seungkwan hasn't been all of thirty seconds in the house, and Joshua isn't even home, out on an errand. But Jeonghan can take a social cue, even if it is from a five year old. As he climbs the stairs, he pulls out his phone and messages the guys to try to come home as soon as they can.

⭒

You're reading to Chan on the living room couch, him tucked under your left arm and a quiet Vernon who's wormed his way under your right arm clutching your shirt like you're both afloat in open water, when Seungkwan walks up, climbs onto your lap, (shoving the book out of the way in the process,) and presses his face into your stomach. He mumbles something you can't quite hear.

You chuckle, bringing a hand up to run over his soft hair. "What's that, baby?"

Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyelids low with the gaze of a war-hardened veteran. "They're lying," he says, no nonsense in sight.

Your hand pauses. "Huh?"

"We gotta leave. They lied. Could be lying about anything."

You try to smile past the confusion. "What do you mean?"

Seungkwan, sweet, adorable, chubby-cheeked Seungkwan whom you love with all your heart, fists the material of your top in both his hands, growling in a way you somehow know is protective. 

"We gotta get outta here."

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Please get me out of here."

Joshua snorted at your plea, his voice soft and teasing through the phone. “What happened to ‘living out your twenties’?”

You let your eyes roam over your surroundings — a house party (a frat one in particular, you were pretty sure) with flashing coloured lights, late 2000’s top 40 songs, and what must've been over a hundred drunken 18-22 year olds. A haze hung in the air that smelled like the unholy combination of cotton candy, root beer, green apple, and skunk. A younger friend you’d made at your internship had invited you, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“I take it back,” you said, walking through the house in search of your friend. “I’m old now. I’m a hermit.”

“You’re not old.”

You scoffed. “You’re only saying that because you don’t wanna admit you’re old.”

“No, I’m serious,” Joshua argued, though you could tell he was smiling as he spoke. “We’re only like a quarter of the way through our lives— there’s still so much ahead.”

“Okay Socrates, whatever.” You pulled your phone away from your ear when you felt it vibrate. Your friend answered your last message, telling you they were heading home to take care of another friend they trust, and that they’d text you when they got there. “I’m just trying to get out of here so I can go home, steep a nice cup of decaf tea, and, I dunno, take up knitting or something. Granny style.”

Some shuffling happened on the other end of the line, and you thought you heard Joshua say something, but not to you.

“Anyway,” you sighed, winding your way through the crowd to finally leave that steam room of a house party. “I just called to complain. I’m gonna call a taxi.”

“Don’t bother. I’m on my way.”

You paused, your hand on a stair railing. “What?”

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Joshua spoke with all the nonchalance of someone ordering coffee.

Glancing at your phone screen, you countered with, “It’s almost midnight.”

“Yeah, well, I’m already driving, so it’d actually be more inconsiderate of you to tell me to turn around if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Joshua…”

"Shush," he tutted. "Just stay on the line with me until I get there. And drink some water if you can." There was a pause as you heard noises through the phone. Joshua added, "But only if you find a sealed water bottle, or pour the water yourself."

You finally reached the front entrance, content to wait outdoors for your unexpected ride since the weather wasn't too bad. "Do I sound drunk to you?"

"You didn't drink?"

"I mean, I had one," you said with a shrug he couldn't even see. 

"Well maybe that explains why you're not having a good time."

"You're such a bad influence, Shua."

"Saying that to your designated driver is so rude, just so you know."

"I didn't ask you to DD!"

Joshua sighed playfully. "Yeah, yeah. As if you don't know we'd do anything for you."

Mouth open, you fumbled with what words to say in your head.

Did you know that? Maybe you did.

You knew that if you and Joshua had switched places, you would've done exactly the same thing he was doing now.

And why did he say "we"?

Before you could vocalize anything, Joshua said, "I see you. Turn around."

And there it was— Joshua's tiny, bright blue hatchback, affectionately dubbed the Blueberry by you and your three boys.

Speaking of whom…

"Jeonghan?" You blinked at the man in the passenger seat when he rolled down the window.

"Hey, devil," he let the nickname fall from his lips with a smirk. It was a new one, this moniker for you, his payback for you jokingly calling him an angel. He jerked his head in a gesture towards the back seat. "We're busting you out of this joint."

You huffed out a laugh at his joke, yanking open the back door of the Blueberry. Immediately, a pair of large, grabby hands pulled you inside. "Whoa— Seungcheol, you too?"

Too tired apparently to answer with words, Seungcheol only nodded, reaching over your shoulder to take your seatbelt, extend it over you, and buckle it in. He settled back down in the middle seat rather than the more spacious one on the other side of the car. Closing his eyes and crossing his arms, he relaxed his entire body and let his head fall onto your shoulder, all without a word.

"Were you asleep?" you asked him quietly as Joshua pulled away from the curb.

Seungcheol just breathed in deeply and leaned more of his weight on you.

"Guys…" You turned your attention to the two boys in front. "You didn't have to drag him along too. Did you wake him up for this?"

Joshua scoffed. "As if. You think I'd poke a sleeping bear on purpose?"

Twisting in his seat to face you, Jeonghan smiled in that sweet yet devious way you like so much. "He was worried about you all night, devil. Paced around the apartment for two hours, going on and on about 'kids these days' before he tired himself out and zonked on the couch. We tried to leave quietly, but he woke up and insisted on coming once he found out it was you on the phone."

"Oh," you said at the same time you thought you heard Seungcheol mumble, "Shut up."

You softly patted Seungcheol's arm, your fingers brushing against his with the way his hands were wrapped around his own biceps. "You know I can take care of myself, right?"

Seungcheol didn't answer, as you should've expected. Eyes still closed, he just flexed his fingers to hook one around your pinky and keep your hand where it was.

Meeting your eyes in the rear-view mirror, Joshua said, "We'd better get him home before he actually falls asleep back there. No way am I carrying him up the stairs."

"What do ya say, devil?" Jeonghan prompted. "Sleepover at ours?"

You smiled. "How could I ever say no to you guys?"

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Seungkwan," you say softly, a little bit confused and a little bit amused. "Who's lying?"

He sits up on your lap and cups both his hands around his mouth, only to not-really-whisper, "Parents."

"Me?" You point at yourself.

"Nooooooo!" Seungkwan whines with a pout, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Our other parents!"

You think about how Jeonghan was the one who went to pick up the boys from kindergarten... and how he's nowhere in sight now. "Papa Jeonghan is lying?"

Seungkwan nods emphatically, and to your surprise, Vernon nods too at your side. Chan sits in rapt attention of his older brother, who is probably blowing his four year old mind.

"And papa Shua," Seungkwan adds. "And papa Seungcheol."

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. "What are they lying about?"

"They said we are twins," Seungkwan finally reveals, and it starts to dawn on you. His words become frantic, voice wavering. "But Ms Han said we can't be twins because we have different birthdays, so we can't be twins bio-- bio--" He hiccups. "--logically."

"That's a big word," you say, because it's a struggle to respond with anything else right away. What-- Ms Han is teaching biology now?

Vernon gets out from under your arm and sits on his knees beside you on the couch. He holds up his hand for a high five. "Biologically."

Still a bit shocked, you high five him, then Seungkwan when he also puts his hand up. To be fair, that's what you do when they learn new, long words. The tears brimming in Seungkwan's eyes shouldn't deter learning encouragement, right?

"That's why we gotta go." Seungkwan sniffles. "Maybe they lie to you also. Maybe they are not biologically your husbands!"

God-- the parenting books don't teach shit like this.

"Seungkwan..." you start, though you don't know how to form the next sentence.

Vernon takes your hand and wraps all his tiny fingers around it. "Let's run away," he says with a determined nod, like a secret lover in a fairy tale.

Chan's eyes widen, and he throws himself around your middle. "I gonna save you!"

"Boys-- Wait--"

The front door bursts open to reveal a dishevelled Seungcheol. His hair is wild and fluffy, his tie loosened, and his suit jacket is in his hand rather than worn. He's barely thrown his shoes off by the time he catches sight of Seungkwan's teary eyes and your slightly-panicked expression. Immediately, he jogs towards the couch in, to you, obvious concern. "What's going on--"

But before he can get too close, Seungkwan lets out a terrified, demon-like shriek. He picks up the closest item -- the storybook you'd been reading to Chan -- and chucks it as hard as he can towards your husband.

It only hits the floor at Seungcheol's feet, but it causes him to freeze. He gawks at the book, then raises his head to look at you and the way your boys have all wrapped their little arms as tight as they can around whatever parts of you they can reach, their heads tucked in, hiding.

You can see it in his eyes-- him registering that they're scared of him.

"I--" His expression tightens, lips pressing together to stop from quivering.

From seemingly nowhere, Jeonghan appears, putting a comforting hand on Seungcheol's arm and pulling him out of the room. He whispers, "Let's give them a minute."

Both your husbands make eye contact with you as you tentatively hug your sons, and you nod, silently letting them know that you'll be okay.

("What the hell was that?" Seungcheol whispers harshly as soon as he and Jeonghan make it upstairs. "You said to come home ASAP-- I thought someone got hurt!"

Jeonghan crosses his arms. "Why wouldn't I just say someone was hurt?"

"You have got to be clearer in your texts.")

"Seungkwan." You readjust your body, trying not to jostle your sons too much. "Seungkwan, baby, can you look at me please?"

He lifts his head to meet your eyes.

"Did Ms Han tell you what 'biologically' means?"

Seungkwan's face scrunches up as he tries to find an answer to your question, and in that moment, Vernon sits up. "Real," he says.

"Now, that's not quite right," you tell them, and at that, all three of your boys look at you for an explanation. "A 'biological parent' is one of two people who made a baby, and that is their 'biological child."

The boys stay quiet, taking in the information. Thank goodness-- you don't want to have to skirt around the topic of "making" children.

"Biological twins," you continue, "are when two babies are made together, at the same time. Which is why they have the same birthday."

"We are not twins," Vernon reaffirms.

"That's right."

Seungkwan frowns. "Why do you call us 'the twins'?"

"It's just a nickname, sweetie. You and Vernon were born in the same year, and you do everything together, so for me and your other parents, you are kind of like twins." You smile. "Do you want us to stop calling you that? It's okay if you don't like it."

Putting a hand on his chin, Seungkwan ponders seriously for more than a few seconds.

"You can always change your mind at any time, okay?" you say, and he nods, continuing to think.

Chan tugs at your sleeve, and you turn to him. "Are you bio...ly marry?"

You chuckle. "No. Marriage is a little different-- your papas and I decided we wanted to be a family, so we chose each other, and to stay together. And now..." You boop Chan's nose, then Seungkwan's then Vernon's. "...you boys are part of our family, too."

Vernon perks up. "Did you choose us too?"

"Yup." You reach up a hand to ruffle through his brown hair. "And you know what? That makes you special. I may not be your biological parent, but I chose you three to be my sons, and I love you so much. That makes me your parent, don't you think?"

All three boys nod, Vernon still beaming, and Chan's hands clutching your sleeve. Seungkwan relaxes in your lap.

You hear the sound of the front door opening again, and, much slower than the last person, Joshua enters the house with two bags full of groceries. Chan pushes himself off you and slides off the couch to run towards Joshua, bouncing in front of him with his arms in the air. "Uppies."

Without a second beat, Joshua puts down the grocery bags on the bench by the door and scoops Chan into his arms. He walks up to the couch. "I just got Jeonghan's text. What's going on?"

You just smile and shake your head, taking one of Seungkwan's and Vernon's hands in each of yours. "And you know your papas love you more than anything too, right?"

While the boys nod, Joshua just blinks, totally lost. Chan hugs him tighter.

"I bet Seungcheol is a little bit sad about how you guys acted when he got home--"

Seungkwan pouts and drops his head. "I'm sorry..."

You squeeze his hand. "You don't have to be sorry, baby." You tighten your hand around Vernon's as well. "Either of you. You didn't understand something and it made you scared. That's okay. But now Seungcheol might not understand something, so we should help him, right?"

"How?" Vernon asks.

You tap your chin and look upwards, pretending to think. "Hmmm... How about we go upstairs and give him a biiiiiig hug!"

It turns out to be a great idea, because you find Seungcheol in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking desolate. Seungkwan and Vernon climb him like monkeys, though, and they wrap themselves around him, press kisses to his face, and as soon as you mouth to Seungcheol that you'll explain later, all is right in the world again.

There's no brighter a smile on Cheol's face than when he's with his sons.

You stand, watching, with your arms crossed, satisfied with the scene until Jeonghan comes up and stands next to you, mimicking your stance. You swat at his arm, to which he reacts with such a pained facial expression, you'd think you just cut it off.

"I cannot believe you abandoned me to deal with that on my own!"

"Hey! I called for backup, didn't I?"

You roll your eyes. "A load of good that did."

"Aw, c'mon, devil..." Jeonghan slides closer to you, then wraps his arms around you and leans in to press his lips to your cheek. "Can I kiss it better?"

⭒

Joshua watches you and the twins run into Seungcheol's room with no further explanation, and he turns his attention to the youngest in his arms. "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?"

Chan shakes his head. "I'm four."

"Right."

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #poly svt x reader #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #scoups x reader #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #joshua hong scenarios #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong x reader #choi seungcheol scenarios #choi seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol x reader #yoon jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ RORONOA ZORO AS A FATHER…

zoro would be one those fathers that most people assume would be terrible, but unsurprisingly, he’s very good with kids, as told canonically.

he’ll only have one daughter. he can’t handle anymore brats.

when your daughter was born, he’d bought up possibly naming her after his late childhood best friend. you knew how much she meant to him, so it was no problem making sure your daughter carried on her name, and hopefully her future dream. roronoa kuina.

lots of people assume zoro’s a strict dad, but most days, he’s pretty chilled back.

he came off as not having any interest in learning how to do kuina’s type 3-4 hair, but when you secretly caught him watching a youtube video as he practiced on one of your wig mannequins you knew he wanted to learn from the start

when kuina’s a toddler, you teach him how to do simple styles on her hair. to detangle from the bottom, always make sure her hair was moisturized, and just learn the small things about her. like how she was tenderheaded—something she inevitably inherited from you.

he’ll take her to get braids from the african aunties whenever you’re busy or stuck at work. kuina, already knowing the routine would sit on the chair and zoro’s big body would be squeezed between two parents talking on the phone for nearly nine hours straight, occasionally heading out to grab some food for himself and kuina. the things he would do for that girl.

kuina would be in the big chair swinging her little feet as she watched youtube video’s on her daddy’s phone. she’d always smile at the fact that you were his lock screen and she was his home screen—a picture of him coddling with her to sleep when she was just a baby. lord knows how much them two love they sleep!

he’d be so overprotective, he would teach kuina her parents’ full name, address, emergency phone numbers, and everything in between by the time she’s 6. no stranger would ever had a chance to mess with the daughter of roronoa zoro.

despite his off putting (and quite rude) personality, he’d be the best one to give advice. only to you and his little kuina though. most wouldnt even consider it advice, but baby kuina always loved it when her daddy told her what he thinks she should do in a troubling situation.

“papa what do you think i should do?” the little girl frowns. “i really think i hurt the girl’s feelings. but i didn’t mean to!”

zoro pops his one good eye open from its closed resting position as he sat on the couch with his arms folded. “are you sorry?”

kuina gives him solemn eyes and nods her head. “really sorry.”

with a quick whit, zoro answers straight, “apologize. don’t make the situation about you. she’s the one you hurt, make sure she realizes that you know that.”

kuina allows her father’s words to sink in her brain in order to fully process everything he’d said. when a bright idea comes to her head, she wraps her arms around her father and places a wet kiss on his cheek, yelling, “thank you papa!” before skipping off to make amends with her friend.

would sueprise teachers and parents when he shows up to some PTA’s alone. you were caught up at work, so zoro took up parental volunteering opportunities on his own. of course, he only did these things for you and kuina, so he didn’t care that the single parents were eye goggling him with lust. not when kuina bragged to all her friends about how cool her dad was.

zoro tries to create an emotion-based home. he doesn’t want kuina growing up in a cold home like you and him did, so he always made it his best to publicly express his emotions or whatever he was feeling at home. he made sure kuina saw him love on you in order to see and know that her parents always loved each other—not just for show—and made sure that she knew it was okay to express her own emotions because she was a lot like him, more than he’d have liked.

when he catches kuina stiffile in her cry about him having to miss a chunk of her school play due to a very heinous and reaosnable excuse (traffic was a bitch), he pulls her off to the side and allows her space to express how she feels.

“you can cry. it’s okay to cry, marimo.” zoro kneels down to kuina’s height as she hangs her head low, too embarrassed to look up and reveal her tears. the one bond they had, was him calling her marimo because if you looked at the both of them—they were damn near identical twins. you were convinced your genes didn’t even fucking try to make it to the egg on time. only he could call her that though. that was their thing.

zoro gives her a genuine apology. he hated seeing his pretty princess cry, but he knew she had to do it. “i’m sorry. i got here as quick as i could, hm? i’d never miss anything about you on purpose.”

at the sound of her father’s soft voice, kuina looks up and wipes away some of her tears. “you promise papa?” her voice is sultry as you wipe at your back, heart warming at the beautiful wholesome interaction between the two.

behind zoro’s back were a mini bouquet of flowers and candy. “course i do kid. c’mere, i’m gonna make it up to you.”

lord knows zoro wasn’t the best father. he didn’t even think he was a good father—this was all new to him. but sometimes, he’d liked to believe that what he was doing in the present was enough to give kuina the future he never got to have.

#lora’s fics! ೄྀ࿐ #dad!zoro #one piece dads #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x black reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x chubby reader #zoro x black reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x chubby reader #zoro imagine #one piece imagine #one piece zoro

[reallyromealone]

Title: slice of life

Fandom: apothecary diaries

Pairing Jinshi x maomao + baby reader

Warnings: child reader, baby reader, fluff, cute, platonic (obviously), slice of life

Notes: none

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(name) gave a big stretch as he was held by his mom, maomao having the babe in her lap as she went over papers, the once commoner now wife of the Emperor's brother was pleased that she could continue doing what she loved though she did have to stop ingesting poisons for her beloved son who loved being helpful in his own way, the Apothecary often gave him little toy versions of her tools so he could learn even if he was only eight months.

"Let's go see your papa, yes?" Maomao said to her son, a warmness she didn't extend to many people-- hell her own husband didn't even get that level of warmness unless it was on special occasion.

It was strange for people to see her dressed as someone of such high class, her old friends bowing at her with a smile as she went to look for her husband. Everyone looked at (name) fondly, recently the boy had learned to wave and decided that everyone needed to be waved at no matter what class, maomao smiling softly at the boys antics "you are just like your father" her words fond as the boy patted her face, he had his smile that was for sure.

Jinshi was absolutely thrilled to see the two "you came to see me~" he teased and maomao kept a passive Expression "no, we were just passing by" a total lie but it was enough to make the other pout in annoyance before gently taking (name) and holding him close, letting the boy hold his finger in his tiny hand and doted on the babe who babbled, maomao would rather die than admit she found the scene absolutely heartwarming. (Name) loved his parents, the two always gave their full attention to him and included him in many things.

"I was thinking of having him visit my father..." Maomao said absentmindedly as the babe tried grabbing his dad's hair "you wanna see your grandpa, little one?" (Name) perked up at the mention of 'grandpa' and began bouncing slightly "eeea!" He squealed and that was their answer "I'll make the necessary preparations, maybe we can visit him on our way to our holiday, yes?"

Jinshi kept his face hidden, the babe confused but didn't cry or anything when seeing his father look strange "dad! We're here" the older man looked up from his grinding stone to see his grandson smack his little hands together and reach from maomao to him "my, you grown" he mused and took the boy "you look just like my maomao" he whispered to the boy as the two parents watched, Jinshi had taken it upon himself to get maomaos adoptive father a better living situation, upgrade some stuff for the apothecary.

"He's been figuring out walking, soon he will be all over the place" jinshi said fondly and the older man chuckled "Maomao was a speedy baby, she would want to see everything"

They stayed for half hour, having tea the Jinshi brought for his father in law as (name) munched on a small tiny portion of a treat, resting on his mother's chest content.

"He's so peaceful when he's eating" jinshi teased his son who barely paid attention, focused on his tiny bit of honey as his mom fixed his hair "he will surely cause chaos when he's older, like his father"

"Hey!"

(Name) paid the adults no mind as he glanced around, the home always warmer when they were always together, the boy sliding down from his mom's hold when he spotted his toys, crawling towards them happily "he's growing fast" the two parents felt their hearts warm at their little one who played so sweetly "he's going to be quite a good man when he's older" (name) turned his little butt around to see his parents before surprising everyone, standing shakily in his two little chunky legs and attempting to walk to maomao with his little "I want food" whine "my, were going to have to lock things away it seems" maomao teased as (name) smacked her chest lightly with a huff "I think this is our queue to leave" jinshi said as maomao hugged her dad, taking little (name) out of the home, a much nicer one as a "thank you for letting me marry your daughter" gift.

"Mama!" (Name) said angrily as they got in the carriage "yesyes, you little brat" she teased as jinshi watched.

He was definitely his father's son.

#the apothecary diaries x reader #the apothecary diaries #the Apothecary diaries x male reader #jinshi x male reader #jinshi x reader #maomao x jinshi #maomao x reader #fluff #male reader #x male reader #child male reader #baby male reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

[mochinomnoms]

I love the Shrimpy Chronicle's! The Tweels x Shrimpy stuff got me thinking of the Azul x Shrimpy possibilities and Octapolycule possibilities. The Tweels encourage Azul after they had a set of Elvers Twins that look very leech. Azul is scared about being a father to the twins much less to a little hatchling! But his partners are great support alongside Mama Ashengrotto who nearly sobs in joy when she sees the hatchlings. The twins wanna play with their ten limbed Sibling but they have to be careful (a term they are still learning). Granny Ashengrotto is also extremely happy with her grandshrimp, grandeel, and grandcecelia in her tentacles as she tells them stories of their Baba, Papa, and Dada as fry.

Their first excursions on land would be so cute as Crewel has all the clothes the Kids could wish for and Nurse is enjoying teaching them to use their land legs. (Plus they see Crewels Dalmatians for the first time and "puppy" became their favorite word).

Needless to say, Yuu's kids are spoiled Rotten on land and see.

(Again, thank you for being a octatrio brain rot haven)

(I'm always happy to have octotrio brain rot)

Let's set this in the same universe as the shrimpy chronicles fic, so the twins are Pearl and Coral! Azul is very fond of them, but feels a bit out of place as a fourth parent to the twins. If he feels this out of place with them, how will he feel with a hatchling?

But his partners are a great support, as you said, and really he just can't help the surge of emotion that comes through him looking at the pale green little hatchling in his arms. Plus, the (baby) twins absolutely love him and happily call him Baba; he might even be their favorite father, if the way they cling to him and cry when he leaves is any indication. The (adult) twins can't even be jealous, it's so cute seeing their partner curled up with their babies! And Coral and Pearl are nothing but excited about their new brother.

The little Beryl was an immediate topic of fascination for Coral and Pearl! They love their Baba Azul, and now he brought them a little brother! They want to play, but Pearl is a rough-play loving elver, and Coral matches that energy despite being a berry. Beryl is a hatchling, and much squishier and softer, so they have to learn to be careful. But Mama Ashengrotto is a sweet woman that is happy to teach them how to be gentle.

She indeed loves telling them stories about their fathers as kids, and the sort of things Azul got up to as a kid. The twins aren't sure if they're a big fan of the idea of studying a whole bunch like their Baba, but they like the idea of being in a band with Beryl when he gets older! Maybe Papa and Dada can teach them their respective instruments, and then Beryl can learn the piano when he gets older from Baba!

And of course, let's not forget how much Crewel and the Nurse are happy to get another grandchild! While I think Crewel is still mentally processing that Yuu got married with not one Leech, but both, when he got told that they were also married to Azul (and he to the twins), he felt a bit of his soul leave his body. Nurse Goethel, on the other hand, is just happy to have another son-in-law, and a grandchild!

But Crewel is just as happy, he never expected to have children, let alone grandchildren. Once the fry are brought on land and have their human legs, Crewel is quite excited to dress them up in the latest Rosarian fashions. Indeed, they fry are as spoiled on land as they are under the sea.

#mochi asks #cyn-write #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade/azul #floyd/azul #octotrio #octopolycule #shrimpy chronicles

[cursedkeyboard]

BIG BROTHER'S HERE ● Older brother!Suguru & Baby sibling!Reader

You've been having nightmares about monsters lurking in your closet for a couple of days now. Suguru, your older brother, knows something is wrong with you.

Pairings: Platonic Geto Suguru & Baby sibling!Reader

Warning: Not proofread. Expect mistakes and edits!

If there's one thing Suguru had always been sure of, is that he knew you

Your parents had you when he was nine, most ten, so innocent and excited to be a big brother

He got to see you when you were just a bundle of hospital cloth, loud whines, and large eyes

No, really, your eyes took half of your face

You were the cutest thing he'd ever seen

From that day on, Suguru had sworn to be the best big brother to ever exist

He'd teach you everything he knew, help you with anything you wanted, and always protect you

Family and friends even called him your "second dad" whenever they saw Suguru putting you to sleep or feeding you or playing with you or...

Yeah, the kid loved being glued to you

Sure, he still had friends and his own interests like any other kid his age

But Suguru would rather be caught dead than to give up chances to spend time with you

He even begged his parents to let him take you outside in your stroller for sunlight and fresh air

It took then a little bit, but they eventually allowed him

Their neighborhood was safe, there were rarely any kidnapping cases around, and they only let him once you were one and he was eleven

As you grew up, Suguru definitely honored his promise by being the closest person to you

Always near, always helping, always nurturing

He knew your favorite type of baby food, the exact warmth you liked it at, the blankets you favored and the toys you never allowed anyone to take

Suguru would take naps with you on his chest, sing you to sleep when you woke up screaming, and play with you until you exhausted yourself

He was always there for you, especially when your parents were busy

So much so, in fact, that your first words weren't mama or papa

It was gu–gu

Yeah, some could say you were just being a baby and babbling, but he knew better

Because you had looked up at him, grabbed his hand with your tiny ones, and said it with a big smile

Don't tell anyone, but he definitely cried while hugging you

You'd eventually be able to say Sugu, then Suguru when you learned to roll your tongue, but Suguru would always hold that memory dear to his heart

And so, years passed quickly

Perhaps too quickly for your big brother, who would always feel his heart ache a little when his baby sibling didn't need help to do basic things anymore

But he was happy, overjoyed, that you grew into a happy and healthy child, always so energetic and ready for any play or challenge

Of course, you two had your disagreements at times, because kids will be kids and Suguru reached puberty when you were four and learning how to be bratty and contrary

However, compared to so many other siblings in the world, Suguru was proud to say you were definitely the closest of siblings

There wasn't a single thing he didn't know about you

That's why, now that you were seven and learning taking a more introverted personality like his own, your big brother immediately knew something was wrong with you once you started getting sleepier throughout the day

Blinking slowly, barely eating, nodding off whenever the two of you watched cartoons

And, now seventeen and keenly aware of so much evil in this world, Suguru immediately sought to fix the problem

The moment Suguru picked you up from school he knew he was going to talk to you about what was happening. It didn't seem to be the kids or teachers in your school, since the moment you walked out and saw him you were smiling and happy like aways, that rush of energy still in you from playing with your friends.

"Suguru!" You called out for him, quickly saying your goodbyes to the kids around you and running towards your tall big brother who stood out in the middle of all the waiting moms. "You're early!"

Suguru picked you up the moment you got close enough, making you squeal and giggle as he settled him on his broad back, smiling softly at how your small hands settled on his shoulders.

"We got let out earlier," He explained and waved a quick polite greeting at your teacher before leaving, beginning the trek back home. "Satoru wanted to go to the arcade but I missed my baby today."

You giggled again, a sound that never failed to make Suguru relax and forget all his troubles, if only for a moment, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. "'Toru is a big baby, not me!"

"Hmm, maybe you're both babies?"

"No, not me, 'Toru," You shook your head and Suguru avoided people walking around easily, being so tall and nimble had its advantages. "I'm getting bigger and bigger, and Toru acts like a child when I do not."

Well, he couldn't argue with that.

Instead, Suguru started asking you about your day like he always did and, like he expected, you couldn't even make it through half of your rant about the teacher taking away the yellow sharpies from everyone before falling asleep on his back, completely out.

Which, that in itself wouldn't be bad, but you used to spend hours after school talking his ears off, drawing, and insisting to watch cartoons. He sighed and moved you to his front, hugging you to his chest protectively, so worried he could feel a headache stab the back of his head.

Suguru was a special grade sorcerer, top of the class, and the most reliable when it came to problem solving skills, but most of all Suguru was the best big brother there is and he was going to fix whatever was wrong with you.

Like he always did.

That day, after you napped for a couple of hours, Suguru sat you down on the couch once he made sure you ate and showered

While he detangled your hair from the mess it had became in School, he started slow

Asking you if there was anything going on these days

If you were having any troubles in school

Maybe a bully or a new interest that was keeping you up?

It took a bit of digging, because Unfortunately, you two were very much alike

Which meant you also hid your anxieties and problems, even if Suguru always ended up finding out anyway

With a couple of deep breaths, you explained why you hadn't been able to sleep these days

Every night for the past week, you were getting nightmares

Nightmares about monsters, hideous creatures that would suck people's happiness then eat them bit by bit

And every time you woke up gasping and afraid, the door to your closet was open the slighest bit

Hesitantly, like you were afraid of being called a liar or made fun of, you told you brother you swore you saw something inside

Watching you. Waiting for something. Hungry.

And Suguru?

Not once did Suguru stop gently brushing your hair, keeping his hands steady and movements soft, which had a calming effect on you

But god, he could feel his body shaking under his skin

Fury threatening to bubble and spill over

Because those vivid nightmares, your exhaustion, the way you always looked so drained each morning...

He knew exactly what that meant and he couldn't possibly be angrier

Instead of scaring you with the face he was doing, Suguru started drying your hair, and once you finished talking, he hugged you close, comforting you

"It's alright, little one, I got you, big brother's got you."

That night, Suguru easily convinced you to have a sleepover in his room, full of your favorite stuffed animals and blankets

And when you were all tuckered out after talking tons and watching your favorite movie, snoring softly under Suguru's heavy covers, the teen left his room quietly

Slowly, he made his way towards yours

Shadows followed his every step, licking at his feet and dancing with each breath he took

The air shifted as he made his way inside, closing your door behind you, like it knew he was there

He pulled the door to your closet open, his movements ghostly as rage made his purple eyes almost glow in the night

The curse inside, a weak, puny thing he hadn't been able to sense, trembled under the taste of his erratic cursed energy

So pathetic and small

Fucking inconsequential

That thing dared to mess with his baby sibling

Make his baby sibling lose sleep as it sucked happiness and energy

So he did it slowly

Ripped it in pieces, bit by bit, until it was but a splatter on the floor

That night, he went back to his room after washing his hands and face, heart beating fast from the hatred coursing through his veins

Suguru lifted the blankets and tucked himself by your side, pulling you gently until he was curled around you

Then, only then, as you slept fitfully in his arms, safe and peaceful, he was able to calm down and relax

He would do better, grow stronger, kill every curse that dared to step food in a 100 mile radious of you

But Suguru knew there needed to be change

Curses had to disappear completely, one way or another

And Suguru would find a way, if not for the safety of his friends, then for yours

He would never let anything hurt you

No matter the cost

#Geto suguru #Suguru Geto #jujtsu kaisen #jjk #Suguru #suguru x reader #platonic geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #Geto x reader #Suguru x yn #Older brother suguru geto #Older brother geto suguru #younger sibling reader #baby sibling reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #second person pov #second person narration #2nd pov

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the horrible brother

choso was a horrible brother…

because he was never on time. he missed yugi’s first basketball game of his senior season and was so late to his champion ship game the security guards almost didn’t let him in. thank god sukuna was there to let them know he was family. speaking of sukuna, choso was never on time to his football games either. always having some type of excuse instead of taking responsibility for himself.

“m’sorry bro i got caught up at work”

“next game i’ll be here thirty minutes early”

choso was a horrible brother…

because even though he was the eldest, his brothers had no choice but to learn life’s lessons from each other instead. never getting that big brother talk since choso moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. yugi now deals with his his emotions by trying to overwork himself on the court. and sukuna… the poor man doesn’t know how to communicate without throwing insults or his fists.

choso was a horrible brother…

because he disguised his true reason of coming to his brothers shared apartment. saying that he just wanted to spend time with them when he was really coming to ogle at you, his little brothers pretty girlfriend. sukuna couldn’t possibly know what to do with a pretty little thing like you. your mini skirts were always nice and tight, riding up your ass as you stood on your tippy toes to grab something from the top shelf. choso’s dick couldn’t help but jump as ge watched from the living room.

“kuna don’t just stand thereeee! help meee” he quickly reverted his eyes to his phone when he caught sight of his younger brother entering the kitchen. a chuckle rumbling from sukuna’s chest as he pressed his big print against your ass, looking down at your big brown eyes with a smirk. “what d’you say mama?”

you looked away shyly before he slid his palm under your chin, forcing your eyes to stay on him as he pushed his hips into you and little harder.

“p-please baby?”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist you any longer when he seen you walking around the house with a big t shirt on.

“kuna’s at practice. wont be home til around nine” you mumbled as you dug in the freezer. back arched to perfection as you looked deeper and deeper for your favorite ice cream bar. choso had came there looking for sukuna to return the controllers he borrowed, but he couldn’t help but stay a little longer when he noticed your lack of underwear.

“mmokay. i’ll just wait for em right here” he said, taking his seat on the couch before glancing at the time on his phone. it was only 6:30. he laid his phone in his lap, only then realizing that his dick was rock hard. he was so nervous that he didn’t even notice, and you didn’t make it any better. prancing over to the couch and taking a seat right next to him before grabbing the remote and putting on the princess and the frog.

pretty lips sucking and licking all over the melting ice cream. delightful little moans left your mouth as you happily enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavor. choso didn’t even notice he was staring until your voice pulled him from his trance. “y’want some?” you said with a giggle as you watched the much larger man next to you struggle to get words out.

“y-yea…yea s-sure”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he couldn’t say no to your pretty little face when you asked him to hold your ice cream while you got on your knees and sucked his soul from his dick. the creamy substance sliding down his hand and dripping on to the couch as sexy moans flew from his plump pink lips. you released him with a pop before giggling at the disheveled state of the man in front of you. “you’re making a mess papa” you said as you moved the melted ice cream towards choso’s mouth, watching it drip from the corner of his lips while you started slowly stroking his dick.

he didn’t even stop you when you slowly moved on top of him, taking the clean stick from his mouth before letting your tongues dance with the ice cream still present. jumping from his tongue to yours as you lined his dick with your entrance.

“you gon make a mess on papa’s dick baby?” a smirk planted on your face before the two of you moaned into the air. your tight walls caressing his dick just right as you slowly sat down on him.

“mhmm. wanna make you feel good”

choso was a horrible brother…

because not only did he fuck your brains out while his brother wasn’t home, he left you with a little cream of his own. smirking while watching it run down your thighs as you gave his brother a sloppy kiss at the door when he got home from practice.

#jjk x black!reader #jjk choso x black reader #jjk choso smut #jjk smut #jjk choso x black!reader #jjk choso x black y/n #choso x black!reader #choso x black y/n #choso x black reader #choso smut

[luimagines]

He’s Turned Into a Kid Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Four, Wind and Time

Content under the cut!

Four

“Woah!! Look at that!” The child cried from on top of Twilight’s shoulders. He jumps, pointing to something in the distance, nearly flinging himself off of Twilight in the process.

“Careful!” Twilight grabs onto his legs, struggling to keep the two of them balanced. “Don’t fall.”

You looks forward to where he pointed, but you don’t see anything. “What is it Link?”

He jumps, much to Twilight’s chagrin. “I think I see the castle! Papa is in Castle Town! I’m almost home!”

You wince, along with the few other members of the group. You don’t have the heart to tell him that this isn’t his world. 

When he was hit by the magic, he was transformed into a child no older than six years old. Luckily, he was still able to wear his clothes, even if they were a bit too big for him. But he was certain that he was lost and knew the way back home. So the group figured that if anyone could help him, it was Zelda. Thus, you all stated traveling to the castle.

You didn’t expect him to be so excited for someone who wasn’t there.

“I hope Zelda wasn’t too worried.” He says when no one else comments on his words. “I was supposed to head to the castle to check on her bunnies. I don’t know how I got so far away though.”

“Do you want to see the bunnies first?” You try to steer away from Castle Town. “We have to go to the castle anyway. Then we can find your dad.”

You can see the idea spin in his head. He’s thinking about it. “Hmmm... But Papa would be worried about me too. He doesn’t like me going too far away where he can’t see me... Not that I haven’t done that before.”

You snort. Of course. He’s still Link.

“What do you think?” Four turns his head to look at you. “Am I going to get in trouble?”

“Hmmm...” You pretend to think about it too. “I don’t think so. We can stop b the castle first since what we have to do is really important. Then we can find your dad and I’ll tell him it was our fault, yeah? That way you don’t get in trouble.”

He grins. “Thank you! You’ll the bunnies. They’re very tiny and soft. And not everyone can find a bunny to keep, but Zelda has three.”

“Three?” You grin back. “That must be really special then. She must take really good care of them.”

Four nods back. “Do you have bunnies?”

“No.” You shrug. “I have cuccos.”

Four makes a face. It appears that he’s already learned the hard lessons of cuccos. “...I don’t like cuccos. But I’ll find you a bunny, ok? They’re much better.”

You snort. “I believe it.”

Four points a fingers up, a sign of confidence. “I’m really good at finding things. I find all sorts of things in my house that papa says weren’t there before. We have little mice friends and they can help me find you a bunny.”

“I don’t need a bunny though.” You shake your head, keeping your smile on your face. “But thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

He nods, suddenly very determined. “It won’t be easy. Maybe I can ask grandpa to help make a little trap. He works a lot with metals. He’s a blacksmith. I’m going to be just like him when I grow up.”

You nod, keeping some little comments to yourself. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if you started talking about him like you already knew him. For all the boy knew, he was just somewhere else, surrounded by strangers. It doesn’t seem like he knows anything of the hero he would grow up to be. 

You hope that Zelda would actually be able to do something about this and fix him. But even if there’s no immediate solution, you can’t say that you’d mind having him around.

“I bet you’re going to be just as good as him, maybe even better.”

He laughs. “No one is better than my grandpa. But if I get close to it, I’d be really happy.”

Wind

“What do we do?”

“Oh my god, this is horrible.”

“Time, you grew up with children right?”

“Don’t look at me. I have no experience with babies.”

“Wild, get a fire going, heat up from milk.” You command, trying to hold the group together. “We need to cook a few light grains to keep him full since I think he’s past that age. We need rags, blankets and something to cut them with. He’s going to get cold.”

The boys start scrambling at your orders. Wind looks up at you, easily no older than a year old. He smiles and you can see little baby teeth peaking out from his gums. 

“Oh your teeth.” You stare in wonder. You’ve have some experience with small children. Between your little bother and Zelda, you know some basics, but in reality you’ve never felt less prepared for anything. But at least he might be able to eat more solid food. So that’s a relief.

Wind starts laughing, a light and bubbly sound. You can’t help but laugh back. “What, buddy? What’s so funny?”

“Man, he was a cute kid.” Warrior looks over your shoulder. You shift the child so that he’s balancing on your hip instead on purely being held up in your arms.

“Agreed.” You poke his nose and he laughs more. “He looks like Link when he was this age.”

Warrior makes a face but Wind starts to babble. “Bababababababa...”

“What is it, buddy?” You give your attention back to him. He reaches up but aims for Warrior. You grin. “Oh you want the Captain, little man?”

You happily give the babbling baby to the suddenly panicked hero. Warrior takes him since you leave him with little other choice but he’s holding Wind awkwardly and his fear is tangible. “.....Help.”

You laugh. “Don’t be so stiff. He’s just a baby. He’ll be back to normal soon enough.” 

“The problem is just that. He’s a baby.” Warrior lifts the child higher. “What if I drop him?”

“Don’t.” You shrugs “It’s not that hard.”

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” Wild points his wooden spoon in your direction.

You shake your head, putting your hands up in defense. “I just remember my little brother. I’m a lot older than him so I had to help from time to time. Wind also has some baby teeth, so he can eat more solid food by the way. We just have to grind it up first before we give him anything just in case.”

Wind keeps talking, trying to tell the older hero something but Warrior has no idea what to do. The sight makes you laugh. “Captain, you’re hopeless.”

He looks back at you and back to the kid. Wind blows a raspberry before collapsing into giggles again. You shake your head and finally take his arms, positioning Wind against him so that it’s better from both parties. “Absolutely hopeless.”

“Dadadada! Babrrrrrrr.”

You nod, putting your hands on your hips. “Agreed. Well said.”

Warrior whines. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please.”

You raises an eyebrow. “What about-”

Wind starts crying, suddenly reaching for you. “Momaaa!!!”

You flush and take him back without hesitation. “Me? Did you want me, buddy? I got you. You’re ok. Don’t cry.”

Warrior sighs and ruffles his hair. “We have our work cut out for us.”

“We got as many loose rags as we could.” Hyrule holds a few of them up. “What do be need them for?”

You flinch. “Diapers.”

They pale.

Multiple hands shoot up. “Not it!”

“Cowards.” 

Time

You were going to cry.

The small boy in front of you was too precious, too young and too sweet to be Time. He kept looking around the forest around you as if he had never been here before. And maybe he hasn’t, but that doesn’t stop the way he seems to be looking for something.

“Are you ok?” You ask him, poking his shoulder. You say it gently and yet it seems to take him by surprise.

“Um...” He seems nervous. “I’m looking for Navi.”

You tilt your head. That’s new name. You’ve never heard it before. Warrior goes completely still, not so subtly paying attention to your not so secret conversation. So he recognizes the name. Interesting. “Who’s that?”

“My fairy.” He whispers. “She left after we defeated Ganon...and I don’t know where she is.”

The whole group comes to a complete stand still.

“Oh my god...” Sky suddenly looks ill.

The young boy doesn’t seem to know why it bothers them. He misinterprets their silence. “I know! After everything we’ve been through, she just left. She didn’t even say goodbye. I’ve been looking all over for her! I need to stop by Lon Lon Ranch to get Epona. She’s a tiny horse but big enough for me to ride.”

He’s already saved the world, a little voice tells you. He’s so little but he already did it. You cough, unsure what to do with this information. “A tiny horse? Is she cute?”

He smiles, nodding at you. “She’s a brave girl. I love her.” He doesn’t elaborate any more on the topic because he seems to be lost in thought again. “I know you said you’d help me get home, but I also need to talk to the princess. She had dreams about Ganondorf so she believed me when I said that he was truly as evil as she believed- but she also has the Ocarina of Time. If she can trust me with it, maybe I’ll be able to use it to find Navi.”

You bite your lip and try to control your breathing. Legend is actually crying in the background. You catch him but you’re at liberty to corner him and ask him what the deal is.

Warrior looks simply heartbroken. He’s got his own issues here but your attention is on the young boy.

“So are any of theses guys your boyfriend?” He pokes your stomach. You jump and snap your arm to protect the spot, taken aback by the emotional whiplash.

“No.” You have to keep yourself from adding onto that answer.

“Oh...Is your partner not here?”

“I don’t have a partner. Why do you say that?”

“You’re just pretty.” He says it so casually. You’re almost jealous. “I thought that you would have had a partner. But if you’re here then they’d be worried about you. So I was curious.”

“...Right...” You force a smile onto your face.

Tiny Time turns to you and actually smiles. “I bet you’d look great with flowers. That’s what we used to do in Kokiri Village and everyone would get to look nice and pretty.”

“Sounds like fun.” You’re not reeling. It’s fine. You can survive this.

“I can teach you.” He takes your hand and starts to swing it.

Ok, you give up. You’d do anything for this kid. “I’d like that.”

But how are you going to get him back to the way he was?

Part 3

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[chvnnie]

dad minho pls smth short :)

only for you >:(

me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz

anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe

Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.

So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.

“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.

She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—

“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”

It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?

She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.

“Is nap time over?”

A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.

How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?

The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”

Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?

You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.

“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“

“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”

When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.

The sun who taught the star how to shine.

“How did we get so lucky?”

Minho has never stopped asking himself that.

The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.

But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.

“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.

“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”

“I won’t wait another day!”

The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.

“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.

“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”

Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”

The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.

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[formulalfc]

If you can make this a longer fic I would love that😊

Anyways so I’m Italian and I wanna know what it’d be like if an itialian reader was dating Trent like him wanting to learn some Italian words and like the reader cooking pasta almost every night, and Italians normally have big families and like reader is the only girl and had like 4 older brothers and it like scares Trent sometimes

Anyways if you do this I understand 🤍

an- i love this cause i have 4 brothers and everyone i have dated is terrified of them, despite the fact they're younger than me. i don't speak italian tho so i'm super sorry if it's no good! i also went in a crazy direction with this so please lemme know if you want me to do a different part <3

Family Pasta Night

Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

tw-google translated italian, light swearing i think?

You and Trent had been dating for about 6 months now and despite meeting most of your family members, he had yet to meet your brothers. But with your brother's birthday coming up your mamma had decided to throw a family pasta night for your family.

You were on the way there now, a couple hours early so that you guys could help in the kitchen before everyone else arrived, and your boyfriend's knee was bouncing as he drove.

You tried to calm your boyfriend but nothing seemed to work, he was shy in nature and your brothers were super loud and outgoing but he wanted to make a good impression on them. "Baby, you make me so incredibly happy and they'll love you because I love you and they want me to be happy more than anything and you make me so happy."

He sends you a small smile and gives you a kiss on the cheek in thanks before he climbs out of the car and opens your door for you.

Your mamma greets you when you get there, kisses pressed to both of your cheeks as she ushers you into your childhood home, overjoyed that her baby girl is home and happy to see your boyfriend again. Your mamma loves Trent, they go on coffee dates every other week when you get your nails done, and talk to each other about you.

You guys walk into the kitchen, an apron is presented to both of you before she pulls you over toward the kitchen side. your papa comes in to greet you both quickly before he rushes out to buy some more wine for dinner.

You guys get straight to work, you and your mamma directing Trent on what to do with his task as you guys teach him some different Italian words.

He points at things and you guys tell him the Italian for it, "formaggio" (cheese), "frusta" (whisk), you shake your head as you tell him that pasta is the Italian word for pasta. His cheeks turn bright red as you and your mamma giggle, but you give him a kiss on the cheek as an apology, your mamma doing the same.

You guys spend about an hour in the kitchen making sure everything is ready, your papa had joined you when he got back, turning on some music in the background as he and Trent took turns in twirling you and your mamma around.

By the time you hear the knocks on the door, you all have rosy cheeks from your dancing and the heat of the kitchen. You rush to the door, excited to see your brothers for the first time in months and you swing the door open to see all four of them standing there.

You throw yourself into the arms of your oldest brother as he exclaims, "ciao piccolo!" (hello little one)

Your other brothers join in on the hug, pressing kisses to your hair as they tell you how much they missed you.

As you all pull away from the hug a look of seriousness crosses their faces before one of them asks you where your boyfriend is. You scowl at them and tell them that they will be nice to him or else you'll kick all their asses and then mamma will too.

You lead them through to the dining room where Trent and your parents are laying out the food and walk over to your boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile and a squeeze to the hand, before you turn and glare at your brothers.

They all shake Trent's hand making sure they eye him down as they introduce themselves, you can tell Trent is nervous but he loves you and is willing to put himself through this if it means you guys can be together.

You made sure to sit your boyfriend in between you and your mamma at dinner so that he wasn't completely overwhelmed by your siblings. You managed to keep the conversation light at dinner, mostly telling your family about recent work projects you were doing and telling them about how good Trent had been playing recently.

The talk of football got your brothers intrigued and they all started chatting about Liverpool's season and how Trent thought the season would end for the team. You and your mamma shared a smile over Trent's head, glad they were getting on with each other.

As dinner came to an end your brother and Trent cleared the table, telling you and your parents to stay at the table for a minute. You and your mamma shared a worried look as they left, both of you quietly whispering to each other as your papa just sat there smiling.

After a few minutes, Trent and your brothers come back in and carry on as if nothing had happened. You looked at Trent in question but he just smiled and asked you if you were ready to go home.

You guys said your goodbyes and headed out the door, promises of pasta night at your house made as you got in the car.

You looked at your boyfriend with a silent question in your eyes, asking if he was okay or if you needed to go back in there and kick some ass. But your boyfriend just gave you a kiss and asked you what pasta you guys should make at the next pasta night.

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[beanghostprincess]

ShuggyUta family is so cute and funny bc like.

One one hand - AAAA CUTE Uta one day having the EPIPHANY that half of her hair is WHITE, and HAIR DYE EXISTS so she hunts down the closest blue to Buggy's hair. She dyes it in the middle of the night, and either comes out next morning completely casual OR bursts out like "DAD, PAPA, LOOK NOW I HAVE BOTH OF YOU WITH ME :DD"

They both implode immediately ((and Buggy gives her the "The sentiment is so sweet baby, but remember you never ever have to change your appearance to be worthy of love. If you want to, want it for yourself, okay? We love you no matter what" talk))

Then there's also the shenanigans.

Buggy: .... whatchya got there?

Shanks and Uta, both holding one of Luffy's hands, holding cups in the other: ........ smoothies?

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Buggy: Shanks so help me, I TOLD YOU not to get another kid-

Shanks: whaaaaaat? Hahaha, no Bugaboo. You told me very specifically I am not to adopt another child :))

Buggy: so why are there two new children in the kitchen

Luffy: I adopted them!

Uta: we have big brothers now!

Shanks:

Buggy:

Shanks: you told me not to adopt anyone. You didn't tell Lu or Uta.

Buggy: alright. That one's on me.

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Rayleigh, surprise visiting his kids: hello my children, I have swam across the Grandline- is that a kid?

Buggy, Uta on one hip, Sabo on his shoulders, Luffy on his back and Ace clinging to his leg and glaring death at Ray: four, actually.

Ray:

Buggy:

Ray: I'm a grandpa? And you didn't TELL ME??

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Shanks: happy mothers day, Bug!

Buggy: i'm... not a woman?

Shanks: maybe not but you ARE a botto-

Buggy: punches him I'm keeping the roses and chocolates

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Buggy and Shanks teaching them the pirates code, weapons, Haki, sailing, navigation, etc.

Shanks has a moment of "is it really okay to have them on the ship? We were in danger, Bug, it hurt us, what if we're hurting THEM-??"

Buggy smacks him. "We're learning from our dads' mistakes, Red. It's not perfect. We're not perfect. We just need to be the best we can and always put them first. We need to communicate. If we leave them, we can't protect them. If we leave, they'll be on their own. This is the lesser evil. We need to have their security as our priority. We're pirates, but we're parents, too. We can not commit to one over the other, but we can't let it hurt our babies. They're ours now. We are NOT leaving them behind."

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Ace gets a crash course in his history. It's rocky at first, but it's only bc he asks Buggy and Shanks ((separately, mind you)) about "if Gold Roger Had A Kid".

Buggy responds with a snort. "I mean, he kinda had two? But if we had another, then word, I guess? I'd be a little annoyed."

"Bc of his blood?"

"What? No. I'd be pissed that Captain didn't tell me. Asshole move, that. Why do you ask, freckles?"

Shanks, meanwhile, just shrugs. "Ya know how they say blood is thicker than water?"

"... yeah?"

"Yeah, it's bullshit. I wouldn't really care. If Captain had a kid, that's just not my business. I bled with him, for him, and he did for me. I think of him as my father, so I guess that would be sort of like... a little sibling, maybe? But it'd be up to the kid. Your blood doesn't define you, Ace. That's a lesson all good pirates know."

"......... mm."

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Sabo, no warning, in the middle of dinner: I'm a runaway noble.

Shanks: oh neat.

Buggy: oh? Which family? Want me to rob them for you?

Sabo: you aren't mad???

Uta, shrugging: it doesn't matter. You're still a feral jungle brat. Besides, if anyone in the family passes as a fancy pants noble, it's me!

Buggy: 🤨

Uta: ... and mama Bug. I guess.

Luffy: I don't care. Sabo is Sabo.

Ace: yeah, what he said.

Buggy: I will still rob them though.

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That's all I got rn baaaaiiii

Help these are all great 😭 You made my day with this <3

They just keep adopting kids and expanding the family. When they grow up, they get their partners and Zoro, Yamato, Koala, and Perona are there 24/7 because these kids cannot have a normal relationship that isn't based on codependency and both Shanks and Buggy have to deal with four more people around.

Ace telling them he is Roger's child and Sabo telling them he is a noble??? That kills me. They'd be so supportive and protective of them, too. It kills me.

Also, Buggy would ADORE these kids. Rayleigh comes over and sees the whole thing and Shanks thinks he's going to be angry because they didn't tell him but the man is just amazed they managed to have a family of their own without fucking up. Buggy keeps saying it was thanks to him because Shanks wouldn't have been able to do it on his own and, like, everybody agrees.

#also bold of you to assume buggy isn't a woman. buggy is whatever buggy wants. buggy is a feeling. buggy is an experience #buggy is non-binary to me okay- #but this is all great PLEASE i've been laughing for ten minutes #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #uta one piece #asl brothers #monkey d. luffy #revolutionary sabo #portgas d. ace

[greycaelum]

Hi! Since Sai was an early baby, what if it made her smaller than her pears as a kid? And the other kids make fun of her for that, Sai told what happened to Satoru, he must be so mad!

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters { Fiesty }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis: No daughter of Satoru gets kicked around, not under his and Kouki's watch

𑁍 Genre: family theme, fluff, very mild angst if you squint, comfort

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.7k)— Satoru using his influence, mentions of bullying (please beware), Satoru teaching his daughter to defend herself, sassy Saika, not proofread

𑁍 Grey ✒️☕: Happy Birthday to my sweet Cat~ my munchkin isn't a toddler no more, she's ready to be a big sistahh~✨

At six years old Saika is somehow smaller and thinner than her peers. You and Satoru noticed this and never really minded it since kids don’t necessarily have to be as chubby as the stereotype. There are also kids who are simply slim. And Saika is perfectly healthy on her check-ups and she’s a very active kid. She trains like her brother and even started joining on Kouki’s Brazilian jiu-jitsu classes with Satoru’s active support. It’s simply your baby girl’s body built to be petite.

Perhaps you cannot blame your son being so overprotective with his sister, she is indeed the apple of Kouki’s eyes. So protective and indulgent with her whims. And you don’t want to get started with Satoru. He’s too much! He really needs to learn how to say “no” whenever she asks for something.

“When I first held her in my arms, I knew I would give her anything she wants.” Satoru told you some time ago while you’re talking about the kids. He opened his arms as you climb in the bed and lay on his chest. He kisses your head and drew circles on your shoulder. “She was so tiny, so precious that I could cry just feeling her heartbeat against my skin.” He chuckles with a sigh. It was just few years ago but he cannot help being nostalgic about it.

You know how much he wants a girl. Way back with Kouki, you listen to him betting on it being a girl, and now with Saika you knew he could really be a mushy dad that would spoil his baby girl rotten it’s almost unhealthy.

“You were really scared back then for her, weren’t you?” You nod, remembering how hard it was with Saika. The anxiety of Satoru’s sealing, the constant threat with you and Kouki, and finally the last trigger with the Tachibana clan. Your baby girl was so strong to endure it and come out healthy.

“I thought I wouldn’t fall in love with another girl other than you.” Satoru kissed your temples and cuddled close to your chest. “But when I saw her crying and healthy, I just knew I’d never let her go again.”

You watch your husband turn to a puddle when it comes to his Little Cat. It seems Saika will never grow out of her “princess treatment” from her Papa.

Safe to assume it will never be easy to get away if ever someone tries anything funny with the baby girl of the house. But everything isn’t perfect.

She looks different. Saika knows that. Oftentimes her difference makes her welcomed and sometimes she is shunned. What’s certain is that it makes her standout. Like the time you were called in to dye her hair into black because it’s mandatory for students to have a black hair, the school administration thought Saika has a dyed hair until you presented a medical certificate for it.

And now… her body built…

“You’re so tiny, I could flatten you if I want to!” The bigger boy laughed at Saika who was visibly smaller compared to him.

“Clearly you’re not raised enough to learn the word ‘manner’.” Saika raised her brow and look at the boy up and down. “Unsophisticated urchin.” She smiled sweetly in her siren eyes.

“You! Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!” The boy grew red in anger and spat the disrespectful words.

But it wasn’t long until the bully’s feet left the ground, his collars clutched around his neck as a taller boy easily lifted him off the ground.

“What did you say to my, Sister?” Kouki’s eyes were bloodshot livid. “Which part of you looks handsome enough that you can call my sister ugly? Huh?” Kouki growled with his aura scaring anyone nearby and the boy on his hands struggling close to peeing himself from being swept off the ground in one hand.

Satoru was the first one to hear about this from the bodyguards he stationed to monitor his kids from the shadows. Kouki has a fair share of his squabbles in school so he knows how to handle it. But this is the first time his Cat joined a public school and she’s already bullied.

“Hi Cat! Look Papa got some coupons on that doughnut café you love!” He waved at his Little Princess who just got home from playing with the neighbor’s dog.

“Papa! I’m home!” Saika excitedly clung to his legs with a bright smile.

“Yes, yes, My Little Cat is home, wanna go on a date with Papa?”

She nodded and ran upstairs to change and ran back down in her pretty pastel blue dress and silver doll shoes, ready to go.

“Up, up you go.” Satoru scoop her into his arms, easily scooping the six-year-old into his arms and went out. Saika wraps her arms around her Papa’s neck and talked animatedly in their walk and Satoru replied back with the same enthusiasm. She is his princess, and making her happy is natural for him to do.

“So… are you having fun in school? Anyone giving you a hard time? Oh! Perhaps you have a crush?” Satoru slowly thread in the question, not making his intention obvious.

Saika pursed her lips and huffed.

“Someone called me ugly.”

“Oh… did they now?” Satoru’s face darkened for a bit but tried to hold it together.

“I called him, “unsophisticated urchin” and he turned red.” Saika made a cold face and laughed.

“Didn’t you feel hurt? My poor Cat, if I were you, you should’ve kick him where the sun doesn’t shine.” Satoru couldn’t hold back being pissed enough. “You should’ve do that technique I taught you!”

But Saika shook her head.

“Mama said I don’t have to always fight back physically. Mama said, I should do it with elegance and stay pretty because that’s the best payback to haters.” Saika made a finger heart and giggled. “Him calling me ugly, doesn’t make me less pretty, right Papa?”

Instantly, Satoru’s irritation melted and chuckled, kissing his daughter’s forehead.

“Of course, my Cat is so pretty she’s the apple of my eyes.” She really takes after you… Satoru smiled at the memories of your sass and brattiness. “But Cat, if someone is really giving you a hard time, it’s not bad to ask for help or make them taste their medicine. Got it?”

Saika thought for a second and hummed to herself.

“What if I hurt them badly? That’s not good Papa.”

“Well sweetheart, I’m not saying we hurt them badly…” Satoru thought for a second of an analogy easier for a six years old to understand. “Remember when we trained and I landed a punch so close to Kiku-nii’s face that it blew his hair back?”

Saika nodded. “But your punch didn’t landed Papa…”

“Mnnn, but what did Kiku-nii say after that?”

Saika thought again… “That he thought he would fly across the room from the punch.” Saika laughed remembering her brother’s surprised look and the well-controlled punch. “So I just have to scare them?”

Satoru smirked, his Cat finally getting his point.

“Scaring is another word. It’s more like a ‘warning’. You have to show them they cannot just beat you around, and you’re strong enough to defend yourself. Got it?”

“Got it Papa!”

“Good girl, no daughter of mine gets kicked around. My Princess can defend herself, right?”

“Right!”

The next week, you look at the letter you just received from the school and looked at your husband who was grinning ear-to-ear.

“Atta girl! That’s my baby girl.”

Kouki looked at you and shrugged, totally siding with his Papa. Saika laughed nervously.

“I didn’t kick him Mama, I made sure my roundhouse kick pass cleanly his nose without touching him.

“Very good! You were listening well in our training Cat! I should give you a badge. My baby girl is so well-trained. By who? By me!” Satoru laughed, slapping the table with great joy.

“Sai… What did I say about elegance and sophistication?”

“I tried but he didn’t listened. I don’t wanna be pushed around.” Saika shrugged. “I won’t do it if they didn’t hurt me first.”

“Yes, I know sweetheart, I don’t want you to be bullied too. But the next time, you should go to the teacher first, okay?” Y/n opened her arms for Saika. “I’m not condoning violent actions, but that was brave of you to defend yourself from bullies. But again, no violent actions is considered a good action, do you understand me dear?”

“Yes, Mama. I won’t hurt anyone for no valid reason.” Saika nodded, and hug her Mama back.

The next day you arrived in the disciplinary office, ready to defend your daughter but the officer told you there was no need, the principal explained to you the matter was cleared up. The boy who bullied Saika was also suspended and their family would like to apologize for their son’s ill-mannered behavior.

Satoru on the other hand, fiddled with the camera in his hold. Posting guards around his kids is a good investment he made. It made the ‘cleaning up’ easier with the evidences in his hand. Satoru ruffled his first-born’s hair. You don’t have to know what methods they used in this situation and how they handled the ‘left-overs’. No one is allowed to bully their Little Cat or make the First Lady of the house stressed.

“Mama won’t be suspicious why those parents got off their high horses, right Papa?” Kouki smoothed his long arctic mane and tied it back to a neat ponytail.

“Hmmm, who knows? Oh well, wanna go grab some milkshake Kikufuku? There’s a good café nearby…” Satoru listed the new desserts he found, seeing his son lit up at the sound of sweets remembering to take-out some for you and his sister.

He just knew the two of them will keep their Little Cat and you happy and protected.

—GreyCaelum

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hii!!

I have so so much homework I'm so stressed. Like I have more than 20 assignments for math and I'm crying. Could you maybe do one where the reader is so stressed and starts slipping and crying because they still have to finish the work?

Lovveeee youu

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh my sweet love i'm so sorry you're overwhelmed so early in the year. No matter the time of the year, school shouldn't be so overwhelming, it's a place where we're supposed to learn and to spend happy time with friends.

I really hope you'll find a way to studie and do your homework without stressing too much. Remember to spend time for yourself, don't focus too much on your homework, it'll just destroy you more.

If you need help to organize your work you can send me a message! i'll be really happy to help you so you don't have too much in once.

I hope you'll feel a little bit better after reading this my love.

I love you too ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cries, little reader is overwhelmed by school, too much homework, mention of school and assignements, comfrot of daddies, cuddles, hugs, pet names, kisses, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A long day, a heavy head from information and big assignements can only bring to one thing...

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You frustratedly groan as you let your pen falling from your hand. It's been a little bit over two hours now that you're writing and writing and writing across asignements for school and you can feel how big and completed your brain is right now.

Your Papa is in the kitchen, preparing dinner while your Daddy is showering upstairs.

Your Papa doesn't want you to move your butt away from the chair until you finish your homework and the fact that you can't do it is upseting you so much.

Seeing the words written on the assignement, the pen rolling on the table and all the paper spreading across the dining table is stuffing your brain even more.

You can't help the little tears slipping away from your beautiful eyes as you keep gazing the things who's draining you more through the minutes.

You don't want to disappoint your Papa by stopping now. He's always so happy when you finish something for school and is always behind you to push you forward so you can get better but today is just one day too many.

You hear your Daddy walking back downstairs, in a short and shirtless. He has a white towel around his neck and his beautiful metal arm is showing as his skin is still humid from the shower. When his eyes gaze into yours, you can't help all the tears who run out of your eyes.

You drop your eyes on your laps, hoping he was too far away from you to noticed your crying eyes but his fast footsteps that's following your movement is telling you otherwise.

He pulls the seat beside you and sit down in a way to face you. He rests a reassuring hand on top of yours as you silently cry, his thumb gently rubs your hand.

You don't wait for him to say something, you get up from your seat and climb into his laps. He helps you climbing on him and you immediately curl against him, his arms are tightly wrap around your exhausted body as he held you close to him.

He gently swings you from side to side "breath, baby. Just breath, it'll be okay" he whispers "just get everything out, i've got you" he kisses the top of your head

Steve comes into the dining room, thinking he'll find you sitting on your seat, writing one of your assignement for math like you have been doing for hours now. But to his surprise, it's not this sight that he find once he steps in the room.

"baby ?" he says confused, he doesn't lose a time and sits on the seat you were a few seconds before. His hand starts to caress your back in a comfort way as he hears your soft cries who breaks his heart.

"can you tell us what is wrong, sweetie ?" he softly asks.

You sniff and take deep breath to prepare yourself. When you're ready, you turn your head to the side so your cheek is resting against your Daddy's chest and so your Papa can hear you correctly.

"is too much" you sob

"what is too much, beautiful ?" your Daddy asks, his fingers sliding down your hair to calm you down

" 'm assments" you say struggling more and more with your words.

"You had too much work for today ?" your Papa asks. You nod your head before hiding your face back in your Daddy's chest. "sweetie look at me please" his sweet voice ask.

You sniff a few times before finding the strenght to look at your Papa in the eyes "it's okay baby" he softly smiles "look what you did today! It's already so much. You did really great with your homework and it's normal to be overwhelmed with all of this work"

"you don't have to force yourself to work when you have too much. It'll only exhausted you more and it'll be useless. Just tell us when you can't do it anymore baby. Okay ?"

You sniff and nod your head "you don' mad a' me ?" you shyly ask.

"absolutely not, sweetie. I will never be mad at you because you can't do something. The matter is that you tried and that's what happened tonight. I'm proud of you for trying" he kisses your nose "but don't stress too much because of that. You're not in trouble, you're far from that actually"

You giggle and sniff at the same time making him and your Daddy smiles "why don't we go help Papa finishing dinner ? After we can eat the biggest ice cream we ever had while watching movies so we can clear that little head of yours ?" your Daddy proposes as he gently pokes your head with his finger.

You giggle and rest your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and hold you tight once again, knowing that you moved because you needed to be held differently.

"let's put away all of that, mh ?" your Papa grimaces as he points at your assignements "we'll help you doing it later. But we'll do it together, you won't be alone"

You nod and thank him as he moves away your homework. Once the table is clean, your Daddy stands up with you in his arms and walks toward the kitchen, following by your Papa.

He sats you on the counter and winks at you, making you smile. The first true smile since you start your homework...

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“My love.” Y/N’s fingers ran over the back of his neck as he stared intently at their children tumbling around the field. The sound of children’s laughter filled the autumn air, his eyes scanning the perimeter now that he knew his mate was here.

“Mm? What is it, love of my life?” His rasp was low as he was attentive to watching, gently feeling around to grab her waist and pull her into his lap. It didn’t matter to him that there were people running the guard around the edges of their territory. Becoming a father had made his protectiveness grow. Y/N squeaked as she settled in his thighs with an ‘oof’, shaking her head as she was engulfed in his arms.

“You can look away for a moment. It isn’t necessary to watch them this intensely.” Trying to be the voice of reason, Y/N was the only one who could ever tell him no what to do with their children. The only one who could tell him what to do at all, actually. “It’s safe. You’ve worked so hard to make our home the safest place possible. Let them and yourself enjoy it.” Her nose brushed his jaw in a show of affection, smudging more of her scent on him. It never failed to calm her down. “Feel the sun. Enjoy the air. It’s so beautiful, Harry. You’ve given us such a gorgeous life.”

Harry let out a grumbly little noise, feeling her fingers slide into his hair and comb the tresses away from his face. She had been so good to him, always able to calm him to a new level. Harry was level headed but he could be ruthless when he lost his temper. But since having her and their children, he had been even more in alert. 24/7 watching, learning, keeping. It was instinct. “It is my job to keep you safe.” He sighed, leaning his head back while he watched still.

“Are you saying your guards that you’ve trained personally aren’t capable? You big baby.” She huffed. “Please. Just enjoy me. Enjoy our children.”

Y/N was interrupted by squeals, two small bodies zooming over and crashing right into them. Her lap was filled with grass stained giggles, one hanging in Harry’s neck and the other cuddling into her chest. “Momma! Momma- Papa has been watching us.” The little one babbled, hands patting Harry’s large shoulder. “We do the carting wheels!”

“Cart wheels, angel.” Harry murmured to her, being promptly ignored by the excited squeak of her sister.

“Yeah! Cart wheels. We go upside down, an-and we spin! And Papa said we can have a picnic. It’s so fun, momma. I’m happy you come, we have stuff. See!” Their rambunctious 6 year old threw herself off of Harry to pull the picnic basket over.

“I do see, my lovely. Papa’s spending a nice afternoon with you two, hm? Do you like having your time with him?” The child on her chest nodded happily, making a grabby hand for Harry’s. The man reacted without kissing a beat, letting her take his large hand into her tiny one as she marveled at the scars on his knuckles.

“Papa tells us about- about how he had to fight bad wolves and make sure we are safe. And how sometimes he got hurt but! But he will always be okay because he has us. He says we are his power.” Sparkling eyes lit up as she looked up at her father with a grin that matched her mothers, making him soften completely.

“We are.” Y/N murmured. “We are his strength. He fights so fiercely because he loves us deeply, we are his world. He tells you and I every day, doesn’t he? So kind and fierce, our alpha is.” Lips pressed against his cheek, giving him a silent thanks for spending time with his girls. Y/N’s father has been anything but doting, and all she had wanted for them was a good relationship and fond memories she wished she could have as a child. To feel safe, secure and loved. Harry had provided all of that to them.

Harry grumbled happily, squeezing the tiny hand lightly in his own, ignoring the stickiness that children seemed to always have. “My world.” He repeated Y/N’s words. The sweet moment was broken up by a rumbling tummy, met with loud laughter. “My world should never be hungry. Eat, darling.” He nudged their child to the food first. “You two first.”

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big brother!kazuha modern hcs

[ big brother!kazuha x little sibling!reader ]

notes: smol maple hcs while im at break from work and also projecting because i have a shit excuse for a brother | m.list

warnings: none

modern big brother kazuha deserves the best big brother award.

the moment you were born and he sets his eyes on you and your chubby cheeks for the first time, all he's ever talked about to his friends is you :'>

he routinely has instagram stories of you, photogenic pictures and videos of precious moments he has with you.

everyone already has a crush on him, but now seeing him be so coddling towards his little sibling made him more attractive than he already is who isn't attracted to a family person?

he's such an attentive big brother. always checks up on your crib, takes you out for some sunlight daily before he has to go to school, knows how to make your baby formula and how to put new diapers on you, never complains whenever he's put on baby duty—he's ecstatic, actually—knows everything there is to know about taking care of a baby.

he makes an album dedicated to pictures he takes of you! he has every single one printed and has little notes on some pages that tell about what happened on some of these pictures. the guy that developed/printed the pictures thought you were his kid once

buys little gifts for you every time he goes out with friends!

like if they're at an arcade, he will go ham on the claw machine just to get you this adorable cat stuffed toy :'>

he sees a baby outfit that he thought would look good on you? he's already halfway across the shop before his friends could even notice that he's gone far from their group.

speaking of friends, they're going to know about you way before you were even born.

he introduced them to you the moment you're out of the hospital! he lets them carry you (except for itto) and absolutely looks like the proudest brother while they compliment your adorableness.

family quality time and quality time with you are two different things.

he wants to build a close relationship with his only sibling, so naturally he has moments where he just wants to be with you. just two kaedeharas vibing. you're either sitting on his lap/beside him whilst he does his homework, taking you out on walks, or just chilling in the living room and doing whatever your baby self wanted to do.

because of this, kazuha was the first to see your eyes' color, vibrant crimson and the same as his. he has witnessed your first steps and it was you wanting to get closer to him and your first word which he thought was a baby babble that actually sounded like something (you were trying to say "zuha" but instead said "uwa").

THE BEST AT QUELLING YOUR CRYING SESH.

like you can spend hours crying, and then kazuha would pick you up in his arms, cooing, and almost immediately you'd quiet down. every time it happens, it just warms his heart knowing that you find comfort in his arms at such a young age.

also never shouts at you when he's upset at something you did. he doesn't want to use force or fear when teaching you things. instead, he'd gently explain why what you did is wrong and how to make up for it. punishments are just him looking at you disapprovingly, depriving you of his daily coddling, and putting you on timeout. he always emphasizes the importance of learning from your mistakes and he takes it seriously.

but despite this, he also teaches you the ways of being a discreet menace >:D

mama and papa kazuha can't help but sigh whenever the two of you do harmless pranks and band against them.

kazuha loves bringing you along with him to school festivities! if there's a school fair, he's walking around with you sat on his shoulders or in his arms there's no way he's letting you walk on your own in a place filled with unpredictable students

despite being the best brother, he also has his menace moments.

he teases you from time to time, like pulling something out of your reach before he hands it to you (also squishes your cheeks when you pout), does pranks on you (he feels bad but he still laughs even if you cry at one of his pranks, dw though, mama kazuha will pinch his earlobe for you), says the most complicated and hard to pronounce words to confuse you, and does those baby trends on tiktok on you just because he finds your reactions endearing and funny.

you bet your ass he posts those on tiktok and everyone who has a crush on him falls in love even more.

PROTECTIVE BROTHER KAZUHA IS SCARY.

let's say a certain oni looking bimbo, almost drops you. know that kazuha will be right behind him, a frightening smile on his face while demanding that itto gives you back in his arms. he glares at those type of people who sneers at the sight of children, before ushering you away from them. he has bandaids and sanitizers ready for when you hurt yourself, if you even have the chance to get hurt because he's so hyper aware of you that he catches you just before your knees meets the cobblestone pavement.

speaking of getting hurt, he hates it when you're sick.

hates to see you shivering from the cold, sweating and uncomfortable from the heat, whining from the headaches, loud coughs and sneezes, and the concerningly warm temperature of your skin.

he also hates how he has to go to school. he's restless and can't focus on his studies. sure, mama kazuha is a goddess when it comes to your and his health, but he just can't help but be worried.

the moment the bell rings, the end of another day in school, he quickly packs up his bag and ignores the calls from his friends. but before he goes home, he'll take a detour to the convenience store and buy you some snacks that you love and some medicine! then he goes home as quickly as he can and walks straight to your room to check on you.

he's already doting as it is, the two of you are inseparable when you're sick.

sings lullabies to help you sleep and does his homework beside your bed as you rest, recites his poetry to you, checks your temperature and asks how you're feeling every few hours, and just reassures you that everything will be fine. he makes it a little fun for you by watches videos on his phone while he cradles you or reads you a story book that you love.

when you're old enough to go to school, he makes it a part of his routine to walk you to and from school.

gives you a pep talk before you go inside your classroom, smiling proudly and nostalgic, before he turns on his heels to his own class.

he's just so fucking proud to be your brother and he would do everything to be a good brother to you :'>

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