#bored-mumma

[the-prophecy]

Me and bestie atp:

*calls each other in morning for the exact time to leave and meet up at bus stop so we can walk together*

*being in college together the whole day*

*leaving ek saath and going to bus stop bhi ek saath ofc*

And then calling each other at night bc one of US is literally in a mess everyday be it alternative days of problems and then repeat

#like iss bandi ke saath me pura din nikalti hu and yet i can go on and on and on and not even get bored #we were on a 30 min call and i legit had to force stop bc mumma was screaming over how we have the whole day to talk abd yet call each other #every night #istg if we don't get same college in masters i'mma be depressed

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

Yaar kaise btau mumma papa ko ki mere dimag me kya chl rha hai jbki meko khudko nhi pta ki mai Sochti kya Hu

#Mumma asked me ki tune non medical kyu le rkha hai jb tujhe bnna ias hai #Kaise smjhau unhe aur to all those teachers who've asked me the same thing ki I'm not fully sure if I want to do it or not #I'm not sure about anything #Sometimes I really feel like I've gaslighted myself into wanting to become a civil servant #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH #htf do I tell them ki krni to upsc hai lekin studying humanities for two whole years 11vi aur 12vi me *might* bore me to death #This bitch is such a coward gosh

[emmyrosee]

[4:56 pm]

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.

Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.

“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”

Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!

Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’

So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.

Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.

Whups.

You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.

“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“

“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”

“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”

“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”

Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.

You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”

Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”

“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.

“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“

“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”

The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.

“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.

Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”

“Go, dadda!”

“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.

“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”

“Yeah!”

“NO!”

Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)

Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?

God, yes.

#I missed him sm 🥺🧡 #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x f!reader #bakugou katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki bnha #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou x f!reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou bnha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha imagine #bnha x f!reader #bnha x reader #bnha x yn #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #dad!bakugou #dad!au #dad!bnha

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tattoos

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You have pens

"Sorry," Mumma says as she bounces you on her hip," She's in a grumpy mood today."

You grunt, angling your head away as Tia Patri tries to rub at your cheek.

"Very grumpy," Tia Patri notes before smiling at you anyway and waving you goodbye.

"Okay," Mumma says, readjusting her grip on you so you can tuck your head into the crook of her neck," There we go. I think someone needs a little nap."

"No," You whine," No nap...jus'...jus' you. Jus' Mumma."

"Okay," Mumma agrees," Just Mumma."

You've been out of whack ever since the flight over for the semifinal Champion's League match. Mapi's still returning from her knee injury so she's been dropped to the bench and continues her rehab even though she's on the squad list so Ingrid's kind of been solo parenting for a bit.

It's not that Mapi won't help but she very much can't do things like play rough with you like you enjoy or bounce you on her knee to calm you down.

Ingrid hasn't done that a lot since she started dating Mapi, who dived head-first into things like that in an attempt to win you over.

"Mamí too," You insist as you whine out a low note.

"Are you having big feelings?" Ingrid asks as she fishes out her phone to ask where Mapi is.

You nod tiredly against her, practically limp but still with enough energy to kick and snap your displeasure.

Ingrid wonders if it's a lack of stimulation. The plane ride had been long and you didn't have any of your usual things to keep you occupied.

Your story books had all been packed in the big suitcase (the last time Ingrid will ever trust Mapi to pack your bags) and your colouring book and felt tip pens had been deemed too messy for you to use on the flight. That coupled with your inability to stay asleep for more than twenty minutes, means that you're exhausted and bored.

It's a dangerous combination.

Ingrid shoots off a text to Mapi about the situation and walks the length of the hallway, quietly hushing you and allowing you to suck at her collar even though she knows that it's going to feel bad against her skin later on.

Mapi replies quickly, saying that she's in the canteen with Alexia.

"Mumma," You whine as Ingrid makes for the elevator," No go out! No want!"

"We're not going out," Ingrid assures you but the damage is already done because the exhaustion and the boredom finally catch up with you and you burst into a round of frustrated tears.

Ingrid bounces you more firmly as you babble and sob and whine all the way down. The staff sends her sympathetic looks, some of them having children themselves, and the rest of the team look equally distraught as you clearly feel when Ingrid (frazzled and stressed) bursts into the canteen.

Mapi's at the table in the corner, a packet of temporary tattoo pens by her side as she transfers a sketch from her book onto Alexia's arms.

Alexia's been talking about getting another tattoo and Mapi had drawn up designs easily.

She's animatedly talking about the one she's transferring to Alexia's arms interspersed with flicking through the book to show alternative ideas.

She stops immediately though as your cries echo through the room and Ingrid approaches.

"What happened?" She asks," What's wrong? Is she hurt? Sick? She had that tummy bug a few weeks ago. Is it back?"

"She's having some big feelings," Ingrid replies, sitting down next to Mapi," I think she just wants some company while working through them. Look, she's already calming down."

She's right.

Your gasping breaths are evening out again and the tears roll down your face mostly silently. With your Mumma and Mamí now together, you're happy to just sag against Mumma and allow Mamí's conversation with Tia Ale to wash over you.

You slowly reach out for the pink pen that's resting on the table. You pick it up. Mamí doesn't use the pink a lot, especially when she's drawing ideas on people like she's doing with your Tia.

Mumma leans with you as you angle yourself towards Mamí's arms where some of her tattoos are on show.

"Open," You tell Mumma, your voice a little scratchy from all your crying and general unease. Mumma takes the lid off for you.

You press the tip against Mamí's arm, taking a lot of care to colour in the lines of the pictures she's got there.

She stops drawing on your Tia when she first feels the press of the nib against her skin.

You give her a little teary eyed smile when she catches your eye.

"Following in your footsteps," Mumma says fondly, finally able to plait your hair into a neat braid," Little tattoo artist."

"Yeah," Mamí agrees, moving to uncap all the pens on the table," Make sure to get in as many colours as possible, alright?"

You nod.

Mamí continues to draw on Tia Ale as you continue to colour in her tattoos.

The repetitive action soothes you and you make pretty swirls in her arm pictures even after she's finished showing Tia Ale her designs.

"Finished?" She asks.

You nod. "Finished."

"Ingrid," Mamí says," Take a picture of this." She flexes her arm. "I want to brag to everyone about how much more exciting she's made my arm."

#woso x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Duties || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

GIF by unknown (found on pinterest) DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: when Leyla is ill, Daemon steps up as a father and looks after the children himself.

a/n: please send in any requests you wanna see me write for this series <33

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

“I want you all tending to my Lady Wife,” Daemon says whilst taking the 4 month old Aegon into his arms from the handmaidens. “But my Prince, who will tend to your children?” She questions anxiously. Daemon looks over his shoulder to Leyla laying in bed peacefully asleep.

“Their father of course. I’ve taken care of Alyssa and Baelon myself plenty of times before with ease. My dear Leyla is who you should be worrying about,” Daemon says just as Alyssa and Baelon come running in.

“Forigve me, my Prince, but now you have Aegon under your wing aswell-“ “You dare question my ability to look after my children?” Daemon interrupted her as her eyes widened. “I-I n-no of course not-“ “Good. My children will be by my side today,” He says before turning around and not giving the handmaiden another look.

Daemon and the children move over to where Leyla laid. A handmaiden pressing a damp cloth onto her forehead. She had not been taking the pregnancy well at all. The maesters had said that it was due to her body still recovering from giving birth to Aegon.

“Will mumma be okay?” Alyssa asks quietly as she looks up to her father, “Your mother is a strong woman. Of course she will be okay, don’t worry” He ran his fingers through her daughter’s platinum white hair in comfort.

Baelon, their second youngest, reached over carefully to his mother’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. This caused Leyla to slowly turn her head and smile weakly. “My darlings,” She spoke in quiet tone. “Mumma!” Baelon gasps as he quickly gets into bed with her, followed by Alyssa.

“Children, be gentle please, your mother still needs her rest,” Daemon chuckles, rocking Aegon as he watches the sight infront of him. “Please feel better mumma” Baelon says in a muffled tone as be hugs Leyla’s chest, Alyssa placing a kiss on her mother’s cheek. Leyla let out a soft chuckle.

“What is going on here?” Maester Mellos says as he walks in on the scene. “We’re making mumma feel better!” Baelon says enthusiastically as Mellos raises an eyebrow and looks to the Prince who chuckles. “Alright, Alyssa and Baelon let’s leave your mother to rest. You will see her later,” He helps the two down from the bed.

~

When Daemon said his children would be by his side, he quite literally meant it. He brought along his three children everywhere he went.

“The tourney is held tomorrow for the Queen’s name day celebrations, is there any word yet from the Starks about their appearance?” Daemon asks, before Lord Lyonel could even speak up, they were interrupted by Prince Baelon. “Father I’m bored!” He huffs.

Daemon looks around the table, a few pieces of parchment laid there, “Pass me a quill” He says as the lords stare at him dumbfounded. After a few seconds of silence Daemon speaks up again, irritated this time. “I asked if I could be brought a quill please,” Lord Beesbury quickly passed the Prince a quill.

“Here you go, share with your sister,” He passes the pieces of parchment and quill to Baelon who smiles and runs away. “We needed those parchment papers, Daemon” Otto sternly says after watching the whole ordeal, “And your grandson wishes to be entertained. We can always ask for more,” He shrugs.

~

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you, and my darling nieces,” Alicent makes her way to Daemon stopped middway in the corridor with the children to visit Caraxes, a request from Alyssa and Baelon themselves. “Auntie!” Baelon and Alyssa jump and down and engulf Alicent in a tight hug as she giggled.

“Where are you all off to?” She says looking at the children, though she was mostly aiming it to Daemon. The older Hightower sister tickles Aegon’s stomach as he hides his head in Daemon’s neck, his small giggles making the two adults chuckle. “The children wish to see Caraxes today,” He answers her sister-in-law.

“Oh.” Her face slowly drops, contrast to her sister, Alicent disliked dragons. She thought of them dangerous to their family. “I can take Aegon if you wish-“ She says in an unbeat tone, her hands reaching the babe in Daemon’s hold. “No. That is quite alright, Alicent,” He slightly moves away from her as she was taken aback.

“Bye auntie Alicent!” Baelon and Alyssa say in-sync as the wave and run along with Daemon following behind. Alicent watches as the family leave the castle, she shook her head to herself and let out a small chuckle before turning to leave herself.

Caraxes was a complete softie for Daemon and Leyla’s children. At first, Leyla was skeptical about introducing her children to the dragon but trusted Daemon. Caraxes was after all, Daemon’s dragon, an extension of him.

When Leyla was first pregnant with Alyssa, Caraxes was always placing his snout on her middle section. He could sense whenever there was a child growing in Leyla. So when the Alyssa was born, they made sure to visit Caraxes and introduce him to the newest edition of the family.

It soon became tradition as they did the same with the next two. The children had dragons of their own, even Aegon, but nothing compared to their father’s infamous blood-wyrm. Alyssa and Baelon adored Caraxes strangely enough, always petting him and pulling at his feet while Caraxes laid back, often huffing in annoyance which was hilarious to watch.

“Hello Caraxes!” “Mumma is not feeling well so we came to visit you!” The two Targaryen children run up to Daemon’s dragon. The dragon keepers always watch in amazement as the two children manage to get closer to Caraxes than them.

The dragon keeper’s practically held their breath as Caraxes stretches his long neck over to where Daemon stood with Aegon. His snout moves to where the 4 month old was in Daemon’s arms. Little Aegon reached his hand out and the blood wyrm closed his eyes and allowed for the young boy to caress him.

Daemon watched with a smile. Seeing the children enjoy Caraxes’ presence and vice versa, never fails to make him happy. If Alicent was there, she would have already fainted seeing her precious nieces that close to the dragon.

~

The crowd of Lords and Ladies all murmur as they watch Alyssa, Baelon, and Daemon walk in, Aegon in his hold. They were running behind time for Alicent’s birthday celebration in the throne room; Alyssa was fussing about which dress she wanted to wear.

The sight of Daemon and his children never failed to make people talk. Maybe it was because of the fact that they would never have expected him to be a father to children, yet alone three—soon to be four. Alyssa and Baelon clung to their father’s side as they walked down the middle, all eyes on the family.

Alyssa and Baelon curtsy when they reach the table where Viserys and Alicent watch with smiles on their faces. “Happy Nameday, Auntie” Baelon says as Alyssa hands a present to Alicent.

~

Leyla walked around the castle in search of her Husband and children, she had felt much better and had energy to walk around. She had just missed her sister’s feast which finished 4 hours ago.

“Where could they be..” She says to Alyssane who accompanied her incase she felt ill again. She walks past her solar, the door slightly ajar making her stop in her tracks and look back. Quietly opening the door wider, her heart melted at the scene infront of her.

Daemon asleep on the daybed, Aegon asleep on his chest and Baelon and Alyssa snuggled to their father’s chest. “The prince had the children by his side all day today,” Alyssane whispered making Leyla look to her. She looked back at her Husband and children, she knew Daemon was an amazing father and she was glad she’s able to create a family for the two of them.

~

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[folklore-girl]

ek ladki bheegi bheegi bhaagi si — a short story

a/n: okok so i tried my best for you @androgynous-pavbhaji <3 since this is your secret santa gift? im so sorry for posting this so late, this was supposed to come out a long time ago.. but ig happy new year? hope you like this!

word count: 0.6k

warning(s): bad writing, cringe dialogues + a shitty asf story in general :( im so so sorry.

raindrops splattered on the sidewalk as i hurriedly made my way to the bus stop, my clothes drenched from the downpour. my hands held up my handbag to shield my head from the rain and to try and deflect some heavy raindrops, but all in vain. for the millionth time, i cursed my stupid self for not carrying an umbrella, even though we were deep in winter, and there was no way I could’ve predicted this. i still should have.

and, to top it all, i was horribly late to my bus.

when i reached the bus stop a thousand years later, my shoes were soaked and my head was in an overdrive. i noticed a guy—probably my age—waiting at the stop too and decided i should probably wipe the mess off my face.

so, i took out my napkin, just to drop it on the ground like an absolute idiot. and as i bent to pick it up, the guy on the right offered me his napkin, in spotless white.

i was scared. not of the guy, but of ruining his napkin by using it. he saw me hesitate and said, “arey, it’s fine. i have spare.”

“pakka?” i asked, uncertainly.

“yup,” he said and i thanked him, smiling.

he smiled back. and i thought, wow. i guess men aren’t all bad, then.

i took the napkin from him and dabbed my face with it gently, still scared to damage it. when i was giving it back, he said “it’s ok, you can keep it.”

“you sure?” i asked again.

“yes!!” he laughed, “it’s alright, you know. i don’t bite.”

“no, but, i’m not used to all this,” i gestured with my hands and his eyebrows rose in confusion. “kindess?” i finished lamely.

“well then, you will be soon,” he winked and i looked away because i was in a loss of words.

meeting a decent man made me feel like i was in some other dimension, some dream where kind strangers were real and not a thing to read in tumblr posts and fawn over.

by now, my heartbeat had slowed down and my breaths were much less frantic, so we talked about our buses.

“oh, me too,” he smiled, “we’re both going to mumbai.”

“that’s nice,” i smiled as the bus approached the stop, “i bet the ride is gonna be fun.”

he smiled, “hopefully.”

we hauled up our luggage and sat in the bus, me in the window seat with him by my side.

we talked for almost the entire ride there, exchanging our names and talking shit about distant relatives (my lord, we had the same type of humour). and when we grew bored of talking, we both decided to do something else. he plugged in his earphones and i found out that i couldn’t find mine anywhere.

i looked out of the window and i could tell it was going to be a long road.

he noticed and offered to share his wired ones. feeling utterly helpless, i gave in.

later, we discovered that our music tastes were very similar and i soon found myself scooting closer to him as we listened to his playlist together.

by the time shuffle lead us to ‘i guess i’m in love’, i knew the feeling burning up in my chest, threatening to spill over. it was beautiful and warm, like sunlight filtering in through the curtains. like the first day of spring, my heart was blooming and after a long time, i felt the butterflies.

but it couldn’t be, could it?

i woke up to the sound of mumma calling my name. i’d fallen asleep with my head in my arms, crossed on the windowsill while rain poured outside and my chai grew colder with each passing minute. right next to it, my phone had just finished playing the song “ek ladki bheegi bhagi si” on my wired earphones and suddenly the surreal scenario in my head made sense.

i guess it was a dream, after all.

xoxo

#. ༉‧₊˚ — her writings ! #desiblr secret santa 2023 #dss2k23 #desiblr #desi aesthetic #desi tumblr #desi tag #writers on tumblr #female writers #writeblr #writing #moodboard #bollywood

[worksby-d]

if you’re still doing drabbles could we get a drabble of andy and evie coming home from ice skating and evie being so excited telling her mumma how it went 🫶🏽

yeah!!! i’ll always add to that series thank you for asking about it 🥹🫶

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader + their daughter

Summary: Follow up to Ice Skating.

Warnings: dad!Andy, Andy got injured!!

Word count: ~700

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The peace and quiet while Andy and Evie were out for the day was nice, but you know it’s coming to an end when you hear the front door burst open and the sound of your daughter’s boots stomping against the floor. 

“Mommy?” 

“Kitchen,” you call out to let her know where you are.

She turns the corner into the room and is quick to give you a hug, but you chuckle knowing it’s just so she can snoop at the food on the counter to know what you’re making her eat for dinner. 

Nonetheless, you hug her back and start taking her jacket and mittens in your hands as she hands you everything that she takes off.

“Where’d you leave dad?” You laugh, realizing he hasn’t made it inside yet. 

“He’s slow,” she shrugs, leaving your side to walk around and sit in a barstool across from you. “He got hurt.”

She says it so nonchalantly, but you furrow your brow at her. Your genuine concern is missed by her as she reaches across the counter to steal a piece of food. 

“What? Is he–”

Your question of whether or not he’s okay is cut off by him finally walking in, holding some ice to his hand. 

You're thankful to see that him being slow and him being hurt don't actually correlate, but you still dodge the side hug he tries to give you, turning and taking his hand in yours instead. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine–” 

“He fell,” Evie answers for him. 

You both laugh quietly at her, but look back to each other. 

“I fell and used my hand to brace myself,” he explains. 

He lets you take the ice off to look and you can’t help the small pout you flash at him as your fingers brush over a bruise. 

“Just some bruising and a little sore,” he promises, using his other hand to tilt your head back up so he can give you a quick kiss. “They offered me some ice, so I took it for the way home. I’m fine.”

“Clumsy,” you sigh, shaking your head at him before diverting your attention back to your daughter. “Did you have fun ice skating, sweetie?”

“Yeah!” She beams at you. “I’ve never ice skated before, but I think I did okay. Right, daddy?”

“Are you kidding? You were fantastic,” he assures her. “Best skater out there today.”

“Nobody else was there,” she giggles, rolling her eyes at him before looking at you and changing the subject. “Dad told me about your ice skating date a long time ago.” 

The mischievous smile she has on her face tells you she knows what she’s doing by using the phrase “a long time ago.” Anything to call you guys old. 

“He did?” You smile, glancing at him before back at Evie. “What did he tell you?”

“He said you didn’t live here so you had to drive here to go with him and then you fell asleep because he was boring you–”

“Hey, she’s twisting my words,” Andy interjects to defend himself. “I wasn’t boring mom.” He looks to you. “Was I?”

“No,” you laugh, helping him out. “He wasn’t boring me, I was just tired.” 

Evie barely acknowledges the fact checking, going on with what she was supposedly told. 

“And when you got there, there was no one there just like when I got there today! And then he said you fell and made him fall too,” she recalls. “But he didn’t get hurt that time.”

You scoff, nudging Andy with your shoulder. “You didn’t have to tell her I fell. You could have lied and said I was good at skating to make me seem cooler.”

“Hey– What?” He chuckles, rubbing his arm as if your nudge hurt him. “That was a vital part of the story.”

You fail at suppressing your smile. “Whatever.”

Your shared look lingers and he leans into you for another quick kiss.

“Not again,” Evie groans. 

“Oh, yeah,” Andy hums against your lips. “She didn’t like that part of the story.”

You lean back so he can see your raised eyebrow. “Which part?”

“The part where I helped you up like a gentleman after you fell and gave you a consolation kiss. She doesn't wanna hear about us ki–”

“A consolation kiss?” Stepping out of his arms, you scoff. “And here I thought you kissed me because you liked me. But you just felt bad for me.” You let out a dramatic sigh, clutching your chest. “Tsk Tsk. Truth coming out after all these years.”

You've got Evie laughing pretty hard with your dramatics. Her giggles die down when you look back to her.

“Well, I'm glad you had fun, peanut,” you tell her, tone more serious. “Dad was excited to take you.”

“Me too!” She smiles proudly. “I want to go again sometime and you can come with us so I can show you how to do it without falling!”

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[chickensarentcheap]

Little sneak peek :)

@tragiclyhip @secretaryunpaid @youflickedtooharddamnit @munstysmind @thebejeweledwatercat @themaradwrites @ninjasawakenedmystar @alisbackalleybbq @asirensrage @residentdormouse @kmc1989 @karimac @theesirenteller

“So I guess this means I better get my ass up, yeah? Can’t exactly do stuff on your own.”

“I CAN  make my own breakfast. Well, just cereal and toast, but still, I’m ONLY four, so that’s pretty good, right? That I can do that?”

“Your mumma’s been doing a damn good job, that’s for sure. Teaching you things.”

“She wants me to be strong and independent. But not grow up too fast.  But one day, I’ll be able to make pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon. Not just boring old cereal and toast.”

“Are you trying to tell me you want something else? More than that?”

“I’m REALLY hungry. I could eat the shit out of a dead hippo.”

Smirking, he tosses off the blankets. “Where did you learn that?”

“I’m sorry, daddy, but I  can’t give up my sources.”

“Well, you know what? I could eat the shit out of a dead hippo, too. So why don’t we go downstairs and raid the fridge, and see what we can dig up.  Sound good?”

“Sounds good.”  She steps back as he slides out of bed, brow furrowing as she studies her mother's bruised and battered and sleeping form. “ What about momma, though?  She’ll be all by herself. She might get lonely.  What if she wakes up and we’re not here?  She might be scared. And sad. I don’t want her to be scared and sad.”

#Tyler and Esme series #Lost and Found

[crucioslut]

“Daddy didn’t have a mummy.” Delphini's tone is serious, as though this has been on the little witch's mind for some time. A haunted look takes over her face, an expression that shouldn’t be there for one so young. “He said she left him when he was little...she left? Why? You’re not going to leave me. Right?”

Shopping was one thing that Bellatrix Lestrange nor Narcissa Malfoy ever grew tired of. As it turned out, retail therapy was an effective distraction from anything that happened to be troubling them. Bellatrix for one was sick of hearing Narcissa blubber on day in and day out about how worried she was for Draco, who'd been sent on his first official mission far from home, and had been forbidden from contacting his family during his travels. Telling Narcissa not to worry ad nauseam clearly hadn't been working. Taking her out for a morning of dress shopping well, that had shut her up for the time being. There wasn't much Bella's dear sister appreciated more in this world than something shiny, new, luxurious and most importantly, expensive. Given their identities, the woman would usually opt to do their shopping somewhere that wasn't local. Somewhere they could maintain a certain level of anonymity to be comfortable. On this day, they would find themselves in a boutique nestled in a small town in France, known to house many French elite. Six year old Delphini sat propped on an elaborate wooden bench, watching while her mother and aunt tried on dozens of dresses. "Do you like this one, Delphi? I knoooooow, dove. you're bored. But if you're a good girl, mummy will let you pick out anything you want. How's that sound?" Bellatrix asked, pulling back the curtain she stepped down to reveal a somewhat over-the-top garment. Black. All leather and lace, too much lace. Much too much tule with a train that was so long it tangled in several of the store's displays as Bellatrix sauntered about, looking at herself in the mirrors. Narcissa, who stepped out of her own fitting room a few moments later clad in a much more practical dress looked less than enthused. "What?" Bellatrix asked, snearing. "Don't tell me you're thinking of buying that thing, Bella. You look ridiculous." Bellatrix opened her mouth to retort with an insult, but Delphini beat her to it. “Daddy didn’t have a mummy.” Delphini's tone is serious, as though this has been on the little witch's mind for some time. A haunted look takes over her face, an expression that shouldn’t be there for one so young. “He said she left him when he was little...she left? Why? You’re not going to leave me. Right?” Both older womens' jaws dropped. Narcissa shot a glance to her sister that both of them understood, before disappearing back into the fitting room. It took Bella a moment to forumlate an answer. "Your daddy told you that, did he?" Getting to know Lord Voldemort as a father had truly validated what she'd feared the most: that her Dark Lord had completely lost his marbles. The child was anxious enough as it were. There was certain things that they could not protect Delphini from. There were things she'd always be subjected to, no matter what. It was unconventional and it was dangerous but it was who they were, and in that Bella held no shame. But this? Why must he put such an idea in her head? Now it was up to Bellatrix to be honest. Because she would never lie to her, and she would never speak to the girl as if she was just a stupid child. Bellatrix knelt down next to her tiny girl, sighing. When Delphi's eyes wandered curiously, Bella snapped her fingers. "Look at me. Your daddy's mumma died, dreadfully. Terribly, Delphi. But she wanted to die, and so she did." The little girl looked horrified by this information, and confused as well. "You needn't worry or even think about such things, little one. I have too much to do to give up so easily. Besides, you need a mummy don't you?"

#delphini #bellatrix lestrange #she died dreadfully #terribly #lmfao #harry potter rp

[starssformendes]

Unsettled

Boys night. The 3rd Saturday of every month was the boys dedicated to spending time with each other with no distractions or at least not major distractions. This time it was being hosted at Shawn’s house and the 5 of them (Shawn, Connor, Brian, Geoff, and Zubin) were lounging on the sofas with the hockey on tv whilst beers waited on the table, ready to be sipped from.

Daniella, little 2 year old Daniella was upstairs in bed having been tucked in by Shawn around 7pm with a story and song whilst her mum went out to do her Night Shift as a nurse at the local hospital. Shawn made sure the boys weren’t too loud and the tv was turned to a suitable volume and he’d take the boys teasing ‘over protective dad’ jokes if it meant his little girl got a good nights sleep. What Shawn didn’t know was that despite being quieter than usual the noise they made still woke Daniella up from her sleep.

Daniella slept like a light; it didn’t take much noise to wake her up and sometimes Shawn wondered whether she was only pretending to sleep with how easily she was awoken. Of course like any child she had her nights where she slept like a log and could only wake herself up but those were rare nights. With a purple blanket hooked on her arm and a stuffed rabbit in her left hand and pacifier in mouth, Daniella slowly climbed down the stairs despite knowing she wasn’t to go on the stairs alone. Her parents weren’t overly over protective but like all parents they wanted her to be safe and that meant assisting the toddler up the wooden large stairs.

“Dada” The whine left her lips as she walked into the living room where all the boys were. Her feet halted when her dad was nowhere in the room all the noise was coming from.

“Hey Dani.” Brian smiled as he noticed her in the doorway.

“Dada” The recently turned 2 year old repeated, not knowing many other words to explain herself. Before anyone could reply to her, she turned around and headed off to somewhere else in her house. Her playroom. Spending hours a day in there she never got bored and she knew her dad would think she was in bed still so she decided it was time to play again.

Shawn returned to the living room after heading to the bathroom and before he could sit back down and sip his beer Brian piped up, “Daniella’s out of bed man in case you wanted to go find her.” Shawn groaned playfully as his lips turned upwards at the thought of seeing little Daniella.

“Daniella where are you honey?” Shawn called out through the house checking the playroom first.

“Dada!” She clapped when he came inside the room. She toddled over to him and pulled his hand Trying to bring him into the tea party she was hosting.

“Oh no, no missy it’s bedtime. You’ve gotta go night night.” He cooed as he lifted her up onto his hip. Her bottom lip pushed out and wobbled as her eyes widened.

“No. No. No. Dada no sleep!“ she cried as he carried her out the room and as he reached the bottom of the stairs she started hitting his back. Obviously it didn’t hurt him seeing as she was only 2 and wasn’t very strong like she thought she was. But it shocked Shawn nonetheless considering how against hitting and violence he and his wife were and never expected his daughter to hit him.

“Daniella we do not hit other people, okay? That’s not nice.” Shawn informed sternly. At his stern tone the tired girl started crying and Shawn sighed when she rested her head on his shoulder and sobbed.

“Come on, don’t cry sweet girl, it’s okay but hitting isn’t okay so you need to say sorry to daddy.”

“I’m sorry dada. Mumma home?”

“Mummy won’t be home till the morning Dani. Do you wanna come cuddle with daddy or do you want to go lay in your bed?”

“Warm milk” Daniella wasn’t usually given warm milk at night anymore seeing as it was making her wake up more in the night but Shawn wanted her to settle which meant he was going to give her warm milk tonight. Shawn carried her into the living room and handed her over to Brian who took her blanket and put it over her head as a joke. It didn’t take long for Shawn to scoop his kid up with one arm and her bottle of milk in the other before sitting down on the sofa making sure Daniella was comfy and warm next to him in the corner.

Sipping on the straw of her cup, she watched the men laugh and talk and laugh some more and she wiggled her hips trying to get comfier. Instead of continuing to get comfy on the sofa she climbed onto Shawn and snuggled her head into his chest. It only took a minute. Just a minute of Shawn lightly rubbing her back and being there for her to fall asleep on him like he was her personal bed. The boys night continued and Shawn took Daniella back up to bed when he was sure she was definitely asleep. His phone ring and an unknown caller flashed on the screen. Answering it he was skeptical as to who it was and why they were calling, his heart dropped further than his stomach when it was the hospital. He’d watched greys anatomy with his wife Olivia, sure, but he never expected he’d feel as if he was living in an episode himself.

“If you could come down to the hospital as soon as possible that would be great” the nurse on the phone said calmly as if she didn’t just inform Shawn his wife , the love of his life, was currently laying in bed in the icu fighting for her life after a freak accident occurring during her Night Shift.

“Of course.” Shawn hung up the phone and looked at his friends before standing up and announcing to his mates, “You guys have to go, I’m sorry but liv’s in the hospital and I need to be there.” Everyone understood of course and saw shawn beginning to panic and knew better than to push for questions.

“What are you doing with Daniella?” Brian asked as shawn pulled a hoodie on.

“I have no idea Bri, I don’t know what shape she’s in so I don’t wanna bring Dani if she’s in a bad state up there.”

“Yeah, I can stay here and watch her and just make sure she’s okay if you want me too.”

“Really? I’d owe you big time, she’ll stay asleep for the night till around 7 and if she does wake up just try filing her bottle up with warm milk and ready a story and I’ll call her in the morning.” Shawn said giving Brian a hug before he rushed out the house and to the hospital.

“Mama? Dada?” Daniella yelled as loud as she could as she walked out of their empty bedroom. Brian hearing her awake walked out the guest room and held her small hand.

“Mummy and daddy aren’t here at the moment Dani, mummy got hurt so dad’s gone to check she’s okay.”

“Mumma” she cried plopping down to the floor and Brian sighed as he didn’t know what to do now. Thankfully Shawn seemed to come right at the perfect time as he called Brian.

“Hey shawn, how is she?”

“She’s good, resting right now. How’s Daniella?”

“I think she’s confused as to why you aren’t here, here Daniella look it’s your dad” he said crouching down to Daniella on the floor.

“Hey Dani bear what’s the matter? Why’s my baby crying?”

“Mumma”

“Mumma’s here look honey, she’s sleeping but she’s a little hurt. Do you want some breakfast?” He asked trying to distract her and make sure she ate.

“Mumma dada no here”

“I’m right here Dani, Brian can you get her dressed and bring her to the hospital?” Shawn finally asked seeing she obviously wasn’t going to settle not that he blamed her; Waking up to neither parents at home was very unsettling. Brian nodded immediately and hung up the phone saying a goodbye and taking Daniella to get dressed.

“Dada!” Daniella cried as she ran over to him once her eyes caught sight of her father in the hospital waiting room. Crouching down Shawn picked her up and cuddled her close and inhaled her fainting baby scent. Brian said a quick goodbye to the two before heading home to his girlfriend. 

“Miss dada.” She spoke resting her head on his shoulder.

“Missed you too honey.”

“No leave ‘gain!” She pouted, pulling her head back to look at his face.

“I promise i’m not going to leave you again. Neither will mummy”

“Where is mummy?”

“Come on let’s go find her, you’ve got to be quiet though because she got hurt and needs to rest.”

Shawn carried her down the corridor with a small smile on his face as he listened to his little girl tell him all about her dream.

#shawn mendes #shawn #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes imagine #mendes #dad!shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #mendes army #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes the tour #fluff #dad imagines #imagine

[extremelyblackandwhite]

some fluff for toxic? (steve and reader) 👉🏼👈🏼

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader), mentions of miscarriage

a/n: steve and the kemps are back. requests are back on!

part of toxic

Steve returned from a long shift at the hospital. He didn't get to do much as a plastic surgeon compared to the other doctors, everything was very scheduled but with him wanting Christmas off to spend with his newly pregnant wife, he was working later than he usually did. He rubbed his face as he parked into the driveway, the low light of the house softly lighting the path. He opened the door and looked around, there were Amazon boxes and all sorts of baby shop bags all over the entry as well as some congratulations cards and some flowers. The whole hospital and the research body in her team sent something almost every wish - wishing her well and peace during her pregnancy. Truth was, it wasn't particularly easy - the pregnancy. The first few months had been great, or as great as they can be but as things progressed she started to feel sick more often and now the pregnancy was just becoming a weight on her. 

He found her laying on the couch, a pillow under her bump as she randomly scrolled through programming on Netflix. Lately, she’d made it her mission to watch all Christmas movies present in the streaming service - no matter how cringey they could get. 

      - I’m home, love. - he lowered down to kiss her forehead. - How’s our little girl?

      - She’s quiet now. - she sighed, looking up at her husband. - Was up and messing around just before you arrived. How many months left?

     - Three, my love. 

She groaned, getting up and waddling to the kitchen to grab her bottle of water which she now carried everywhere she went. Steve sat down in the couch, looking up at his wife before tapping his leg. 

     - I am not gonna sit on you, Steve. I am heavy. 

     - Come on, lovely. - he wrapped his hand around her waist, softly pulling her onto his leg. She cuddled against his chest, her hair slipping from the clip holding it away from her face. - You’re doing great, mumma. 

     - This baby is being so mean to me, Steve. I’ve been off work for two weeks and I wanna go back. I wanna go back to my work but baby is being so hard. 

     - I know my love. - he held her closer. - The doctor said you might be clear to go back next week. Although, you know my opinion ...

     - It’s boring in here. - she sighed. - I want something to do. 

     - I know but I want you and baby to be safe and happy. My two best girls. 

     - It’s kinda tiring having to carry your best girl when she’s a little MMA fighter. 

     - Takes it after her mum.

     - That better be a compliment. 

#steve kemp

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Headcanons I cane up with bored out my mind at work: Mountain has a habit of seemingly appearing out of nowhere when his name is called (think Lurch from original Addams Family), last time the ghouls wen to a gardens Aether got stabbed by a rose bush and cried a little, while Swiss and Dewdrop dared one another to eat flowers, Rain and Copia both get sunburnt easily, Cumulus and Cirus make friends with all the ducks, Sunshine tries to steal ducklings cause she loves them. Love from 🐑

Hell yes sheep anon, you bring me the goods in times of need.

Mountain is silent but deadly, but not deadly in the slightest. But also incredibly deadly if you push the wrong buttons.

Aether was just trying to love the flowers, but they loved him a little too intensely. He has since learnt his lesson. I can picture Copia putting some special sunscreen on rains little face so he doesn’t burn, and copia has a stripe of sunscreen down his nose like he sees in the movies because he thinks it makes him look trendy.

Dew and Swiss raced to see who would swallow the whole flower the fastest and Dew didn’t chew it enough and it got stuck in his throat. Cut to Swiss patting him on the back as he coughs up chunks of petals.

Rain will be with the girls making friends with the duckies, and sunshine tries to steal one but always gets chased away but an angry mumma duck when she gets too close. You’d think she would learn her lesson by now.

#wine spilt #Mary’s headcannons #welcome to our little family sheep anon

[emmyrosee]

Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

��I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

——

Tagging 🥺🩷 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @dira333 @unknownspecies @fluffytriceratops

#suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x f!reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna x f!reader #suna imagine #suna haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #dad!haikyuu #dad!au #dad!suna rintaro #dad!suna #dad!hq

[woso-dreamzzz]

Difficult III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Baby!Reader

Summary: A domestic day at home when you were a baby

Ingrid thinks Mapi hasn't looked prettier than when you're on her hip.

It's where she can most often find you.

Mapi's enamoured with you, Ingrid knows this. She hovers around you like she's a little kid around a new puppy.

It's pretty adorable and Ingrid can't help but smile often when Mapi sits with you on the floor and helps you play with your cars.

"She's not going to fall, Mapi," Ingrid says with a hint of humour as you toddle around the room pushing your little walker.

"She might."

"She won't."

"But she might."

"Mapi," Ingrid says fondly," She can walk fine. She's not going to fall."

You ram your walker into the wall, giggling loudly at the sound it makes. You do it a second time and then a third. You let go of it and clap, jumping around before abandoning it in favour of toddling over to your playmat and slumping down on top of it.

A Norwegian soap opera plays on the tv, the opening credits that you clearly know very well by the way you're bopping your head along and garbling out sounds that Mapi's half sure aren't actually words but she doesn't quite understand Norwegian just yet so she can't be truly certain.

Ingrid clicks her tongue at you and says a long string of words that Mapi doesn't understand again.

You turn your head to look at her, gummy smile wide and happy.

Ingrid pats the space between them and you pull yourself over, arms raised up so you can be lifted.

You wiggle between the pair of them, sucking happily at the sippy cup Ingrid gives you. You've just properly started to wean off bottles and Mapi's, yet again, in complete awe at the way Ingrid knows exactly what to do with you.

It's hard to believe that your Ingrid's first baby, though, probably also her last.

You're more than enough for both of them.

You push away Ingrid's hand and take the sippy cup in your own.

Immediately, Mapi feels nervous.

"She's not going to drown herself," Ingrid says with a laugh," She's trying to be more independent."

"She's a baby," Mapi replies," She shouldn't need to be independent."

"She's a baby," Ingrid echoes," She's growing up. She won't be with us together."

"No," Mapi says firmly, pulling you onto her lap and curling her body around your little one," She's going to stay with us forever and ever."

Ingrid laughs. You look to be quite happy sitting on Mapi's lap, wiggling your little toes as you stare blankly at the tv ahead of you.

"You'll get sick of her when she's older."

"Of my bebita? No. Never happening." She presses a kiss to your cheek that you begrudgingly accept before tugging at her fingers with your strong baby grip.

You screech when her grip on you tightens and you try to push her off.

"Mapi," Ingrid says warningly, plucking you from her grip to place back on your playmat," You can't hold her like that. She doesn't like it."

Mapi pouts but you're happy again on your playmat, banging a toy car on the floor and throwing it across the room. You scooch around on your bum a bit, just out of reach of her extended arms.

You end up sitting with Bagheera, who lets you rhythmically pat her back with little more than a judgemental look in her eyes.

Ingrid's happy to let you play by yourself, nudging Mapi with her feet to get her to stop staring at you.

"She's not going anywhere. It's just Bagheera."

"She might scratch her."

Mapi's never had an issue with Bagheera scratching people before but with you sitting by yourself, she can't help but imagine everything going wrong and you getting hurt.

"Then she'll know not do it again," Ingrid replies," You can't protect her from everything."

You grow bored of Bagheera quickly and bum shuffle back over to the sofa. You peek your head over the arm where Mamí is sitting. You make eye contact with Mumma, who smiles at you.

"We should put her in bubblewrap," Mapi says," And I think we should get her a helmet. Just in case."

She's shocked when you pull yourself up, popping your head over the arm of the sofa as you propel yourself forward. You tumble head first into her lap but right yourself and climb over her to get to Ingrid, who happily takes you into her arms.

You sag against her, wining.

She presses the sippy cup against your mouth and you happily drink.

A camera shutter sounds and Ingrid looks up to see Mapi holding up her phone.

You turn too, more so because Mumma's not looking at you than you actually caring about what Mamí's doing.

"I'm going to make that my lock screen," Mapi says as you grunt and wiggle your way into standing up on Ingrid's thighs.

It's nice being tall like Mumma sometimes but you find yourself getting bored of it like you got bored of your walker and of Bagheera.

The outro of the soap opera starts playing and your hurriedly scramble onto the floor to bounce to the rhythm.

It's not quite dancing (you don't have the fine motor control to do that just yet) but your bouncing is quite good and Mapi immediately connects her phone to the speakers.

"Dance party, bebita!"

#woso x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[putrescentpoet]

memories aglow.

In the tranquil moment before twilight’s soft caress, a familiar symphony stirs the depths of my soul, summoning the echoes of ancient melodies. At the threshold of an eagerly awaited festival, nostalgia’s ethereal glow tenderly envelops my being.

Memories of childhood materialize, cast in the warm radiance of a myriad of lights—radiant flames pirouette, painting a gentle luminosity across the canvas of the past. The laughter, an ageless melody that once adorned the walls of my youth, now breathes stories of Diwali’s arrival.

The festival beckoned an immersion into the cradle of cherished traditions. Rangolis, intricate and resplendent, etched vibrant narratives upon the threshold, a vibrant invitation to gather friends and family. Each delicate stroke bore witness to the unyielding dedication, a testament awaiting collective adoration and joyful fellowship.

Guarding the rangoli became a sacred ritual, a labor of affection – carefully shielding it from heedless footsteps, chiding all who passed by to veer from its path: a miniature masterpiece, a symphony of colors and shapes that spun tales of their own.

The fleeting nature of this art provoked an internal tug-of-war; the longing to preserve its beauty, to savor those treasured final moments of the season. A tacit disagreement with Mumma ensued – a plea to let it linger a touch longer before customary tidying commenced. For within those grains of vibrant sand lay the very essence of love and warmth, encapsulating the ephemeral core of the festival.

The essence of this revered celebration lies not solely in the luminance of clay lamps but in the chorus of shared joy – a fragrance that dances through the air, mingling with incense and marigolds, evoking narratives, laughter, and familial warmth.

Each flickering flame within softly lit clay lamps encapsulates a myriad of memories, weaving shared smiles, stories, and the profound essence of familial bonds. It’s not just the brilliance of tradition but a collective embodiment of eternal light, symbolizing unity, harmony, and the grandeur of togetherness.

As I ready myself to revel in this celebration once more, I am transported back to an enchanting era of my past. This festive tale isn’t merely a notation on the calendar but an art form, woven with threads of nostalgia and echoes of laughter, promising the rekindling of cherished reminiscences, the rhythm of crafting intricate patterns, and an immersive embrace within familial warmth.

The luminous shades of this festivity, seen through the prism of my youth, have etched an indelible impression upon my spirit. Each passing year testifies that this celebration doesn’t wane; instead, it amplifies the echoes of love and weaves an ever-evolving tapestry of unity and enduring joy.

As the festival approaches, the echoes of ancient melodies and the vibrant glow of Diwali cast me back to cherished recollections. The festival isn’t just a celebration marked on the calendar; it’s an evocation of the heart, a tapestry interwoven with threads of nostalgia and laughter. It’s a tale that promises the revival of fond memories and the embracing of familial warmth, each passing year serving as a testament to its enduring essence. The anticipation of Diwali’s arrival grows every year, an annual embrace that weaves the echoes of love, illuminating the tapestry of unity and joy once more.

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[momofwondergirl]

When we moved to a new state, I was getting bored in a small hotel room where we stayed for a week while my parents were looking for a flat. My mother suggested me to draw something as she knew I had a passion for the same. I had limited things there, so I took out my stationary and wanted to draw those things. Mumma taught me how to make 3D shapes. I kept my stuff in front of me and drew a water bottle, toothpaste (You can read the name too), brush, pencil, eraser, sharpener, a pencil box, and finally a girl (Me :)- ) eating ice cream. I was less than 5 that time and got very excited seeing my drawing.

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