#bow barrette

[avaseliga]

#🕊️ #nessa barrett #nessa #barrett #janesa jaida barrett #janesa barrett #girlblogging #women #woman #hyper feminine #avaseliga #girly blog #pink #fashion #beauty #lana del ray aesthetic #young forever #tattoos #divine feminine #bows

[darkthingshappen]

The Merry Whump of May, Day 5

“Do unto others as you would bla bla bla...”

Bow and Arrow

Stalking

Cavern

@themerrywhumpofmay

Thanks again to my always whumperful crew. @sparrowsage @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself and @oddsconvert for the fantastic beta job on today's entry.

Warnings: Human's as prey, Human's being hunted, death of a minor character, vacation gone wrong.

I swear I'm not copying The Most Dangerous Game, but, like... look at the prompt list, it write's itself.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.  It was supposed to be a vacation.  Darren was amazed at how quickly circumstances could change, his world flipped upside down in a heartbeat.  Less than 48 hours ago he’d set sail for his first ever deep sea fishing trip with his buddy Barrett.  They were celebrating Barrett’s 23rd birthday.  

Where was Barrett?  He hadn’t seen him in hours.  Had it been more than a day?  

They had landed on what was supposed to be an uninhabited island for some shore time and swimming.  They’d been there mere minutes when the captain of their sailing boat took an arrow to the neck.  Who the hell uses a bow and arrow?  Darren and Barret ran for the jungle not knowing where to find safety.  

“What the fuck was that?” Barrett cried as they crouched among a thicket of tropical ferns.  Barrett kept trying to wipe the captain’s blood from his face.  His position relative to the captain meant he’s been covered in the sticky spurts.  The red blood was at odds with Barrett’s pale complexion.  

Darren clamped his bronze colored hand over Barrett’s mouth as their stalker wandered past them.  

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but we’re getting off this island,” Darren whispered in Barrett’s ear.  “We just have to elude him long enough for someone to figure out where we are.  Now be quiet and stay low.  Let’s find somewhere to hide.”

“This is his Island,” Barrett hissed, panic suffusing every word.  “Surely he knows every hiding place.”  Fear and terror had replaced all thoughts about the birthday fishing trip.  

“Don’t think like that.  We just gotta stay one step ahead.  Now let’s get moving.”  Darren grabbed Barrett’s t-shirt and shoved him along.  Barrett liked to fish.  He liked things calm and quiet.  This was not that.  

They stayed together as long as they could, but they were being hunted.  They’d heard him.  Footsteps trudging and squelching in the mud, bowstring string stretching with a grgrgrgrrrr. He’d called to them. 

“Come out and I won’t kill you.”

Yeah, right.  After what happened to the captain, no fucking way!

Eventually they’d had to split up.  Strength in numbers did not work in this situation and if one of them got caught, it might give the other a chance to figure out a way to get help or get off the island.  It was not a good option, but they didn’t have any good options.  

Several hours after they’d split up, Darren heard the scream he knew was Barrett. He slapped his palm over his mouth to muffle his own scream.  Darren didn’t know if his childhood best friend was dead or alive.  He didn’t know why Barret screamed.  He just knew that now, he was hiding on an island, all alone, with a mad man on his tail, stalking him relentlessly.  

Hours had passed since that scream.  Darren had found a cavern that he could shelter in for the night.  He didn’t dare light a fire, and he curled up against the wall in the deepest shadows he could find.  

Darren was a hunter.  He’d won awards.  The man hunting him was good, masterful even.  Darren didn’t think he would ever find out what it felt like to be the prey instead of the predator.  He didn’t like it.  Humans weren’t supposed to be at the bottom of the food chain.  

TIn the morning, just after waking, the hair on the back of his neck prickled and there was an unexplainable shift in the atmosphere.  Darren whirled around and came face to face with the tip of an arrow on a string mere millimeters from his face.  

He froze, his entire body quivering with fight or flight instincts at war within him.  His eyes slowly moved from the shaft of the arrow to the bow itself, then slowly to the broad chest, up to a burly neck and then up further to a terrifying wide grin and wild sea-green eyes alight with malice.  

“Hello.  You really shouldn’t have come here.”  The hunter’s voice was softer than Darren expected, but no less deadly.  

“We… we didn’t know,” Darren stumbled over his own words, trembling hands raising up surrender style, “It was just a pit stop.  Our captain-”

“They always blame the captain.  And they may be right.  It’s why I always take out the captain first.  But you have a choice.  I can shoot you now, right through the eye, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground, or I can take you back to my place, give you a meal, clean you up and then you play the games I want you to play the way I want you to play them.  What’ll it be?”

Darren swallowed, this couldn’t be happening.  “Wh-where’s Barrett?”

“Barrett?”  The hunter cocked his head as if trying out the name on his tongue.  “Oh, the little one, the screamer.  He chose to come back with me.  He’s all snug in his little cage right now, had to gag him to shut him up.  Damn, that one is a whiner.”

Darren swallowed again.  “Wh-what sort of g-games?”

“Oh, all sorts of fun ones.  Even more fun since there’s two of you.”

“You’re going to hunt us, aren’t you?”

“Yes.  But that won’t be for a bit if you choose to come with me.  I have all sorts of other activities that I’m sure you will not enjoy.  I like to play with my toys, break them in a bit before I finish with them.  But who knows, you might win and get a chance at making it off this island.  I couldn’t say, but it’s possible.”

Hope, dangled out in front of him like a fucking carrot.  It wasn’t fair.  Something about the way that Barrett had screamed told Darren he should choose death, but he couldn’t.  He might live.  The captain never had a shot, but Darren and Barrett could, right?  He knew it was a trap.  Short of a miracle, they didn’t have a chance in hell at getting off this island.  But the thought of survival gave him the will to keep fighting.  It was cruel.  Darren could see it in the  hunter’s eyes, but he couldn’t force his own brain into not believing there was a chance.  As long as I’m still breathing, right?

The hunter’s smile grew impossibly wider.  “I can see you’ve made your choice, so let’s get on with it.  Kneel and put your hands behind your back.”

To his ever loving shame, Darren knelt and did as he was told. 

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#themerrywhumpofmay #mwm2023 #mwmday5 #bow and arrow #stalking #cavern #character death #shot with an arrow #darren oc #barrett oc #i have no idea if this is going to go anywhere #vacation gone wrong #whump #hunting #being hunted #human prey

[blumamiu]

nessa barrett. it girl.

#nessa #nessa barrett #young forever #amas #angel #cupids bow #tootonebooch #ness #sabrina quesada #sabquesada #nessabarrett #josh richards #jaden hossler #tired of california #bts #grwm #tiktok #music #album

[muirneach]

the other thing about roan inish i never understood is how do these kids just implicitly know how to build a thatched cottage. like they’re 10

#also i always hated how they did fionas hair. whats with the bows. that barrette is doing NOTHING #could they not have braided it or left it down or put it in a bun or something but truly i dislike the random sidebows #the secret of roan inish #film

[freckleslikestars]

Four about three years I wore a hair barrette with a bow made of tardis blueprint patterned fabric every single day and then when I was about eighteen I lost it somewhere and damn if I don’t miss that bow

#the Etsy shop I got it from doesn’t exist any more and I can’t even find the fabric it was made of online #I wore that bow every single day from the age of 13 to the age of 16 #I’ve never had a hair bow as good as that one since #it just had a really nice sturdiness to it. like the fabric was stiff but also the barrette itself was strong

[radarsteddybear]

@belphegor1982 tagged me in a picrew chain! Thank you! The old post was getting pretty long, and I like to make my own posts, anyway, so here's a fresh post.

I successfully grew one (1) sunflower (out of six sunflowers + two flower pots full of two other types of flowers that didn't grow at all), so I guess I'm a gardener now. Next year I'll try for a vegetable or two. And also more sunflowers.

I tag anyone and everyone who wants to make their own little guy!

#original post #tagged #picrew #sunflower #I don't actually have little bow barrettes like that I should get some #and where them like this #it's cute

[mir-gar]

Hehe))Cutie Kobeni is waiting for you 

#cute girl #cute #sexy #Chainsaw man #kobeni #lace #bow #barrettes

[royalxclass]

dearmylove_official

#dearmylove_official #hair bow #Cute Hairstyle #hair inspo #Accessories #hair accessories #Hairbow #bow #ribbon #pink #purple #jfashion #j-fashion #japanese fashion #pink bow #purple bow #dearmylove #dear my love #Japanese brand #barrette #Hair barrette #bow barrette

[asleep-inaesthetic]

#psp #day 23 #2-15 #work #i hated this fit lol #crochet sweater #black jeans #crop top #black shirt #all black #skinny jeans #hat #beanie #bunny #bunny beanie #barrette #bows #bow

[miupow]

──★ ˙ ̟ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ girl dad yeonjun headcanons .ᐟ

warnings: sfw, parent!au, dad!yeonjun, mentions of fem!reader and mom!reader, just self-indulgent tooth rotting fluff ⋆⑅˚₊

a/n: wanted to drop some fluff so here you go... this is a repost from my old blog! originally requested by @https-yeonjun ♡

-> yeonjun always wanted to have a daughter. he’s always wanted a family and whenever he’d envision that family he’d always seen himself having a daughter. or two.

-> he decided from the moment you told him that you were pregnant that the baby was a girl. it didn’t matter how often you chastised him for it, he just knew it.

-> and of course he was right, which he was very smug about.

-> not really. he ugly cried when she was born

-> calls you and his daughter “his girls”; the two most important women in his life :’(

-> he sings to her all of the time :( sung to her when she was still in your belly, sings her to sleep, hums gentle melodies when he’s holding her tight

-> she drops everything to run and greet him when he comes home every day, and yeonjun’s always quick to scoop her up n spin her around

-> she gives him makeovers all of the time! puts pretty bows n barrettes in his hair, puts play makeup all over his face,,, he’s always covered in glitter no matter how hard he tries to wash it off lol

-> he would genuinely enjoy tea parties with his daughter, would go out of his way to make sure they were perfect and complete with everything she could want

-> makes breakfast before either of you are up, loves surprising his girls :(

-> your daughter has terrible spoiled princess syndrome and it’s all yeonjun’s fault!! he’s the most unstrict dad ever. she completely walks all over him lmao

-> he just can’t say no to her!! he’ll get whatever his princess wants, no matter how much it hurts his wallet

-> and she pouts the exact same way he does!! all sad puppy eyes n duck lips omg she’s impossible to reprimand

-> hed be such an affectionate dad T^T constantly wants to hold n cuddle her, give her all of his time and attention, tell her how much he adores her!!

-> she’s his princess and she KNOWS IT!!!

-> soooo supportive in anything his daughter wishes to do! he’d be her biggest cheerleader <3 in the crowd at the school play making sure he’s cheering louder than all of the other dads

-> he’d lose his mind if anything ever happened to her

-> even if it was just her classmates saying mean things, he’d raise absolute hell

-> he’d completely freak out if she gets hurt, even if it’s a little fall or a scrape. immediately runs to coddle her and soothe her cries. she def plays up the waterworks so he gets her ice cream, and he knows this but is too smitten to care

-> he just can’t stand to see her cry :( would do absolutely anything in his power to make her tears stop no matter what

-> i have to stop before i melt oh my god

#lia's soft hours ☁️ #tw.parent au #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt fluff #yeonjun soft thoughts #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt x you #📥.requests #nightly.sfw #nightly.jjunie

[avaseliga]

#💣🖤 #nessa barrett #baby bow boy #janesa barrett #ness #women #woman #girlblogging #hyper feminine #avaseliga #girly blog #beauty #fashion #divine feminine #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #music #artist #bang bang #musician #young forever #pretty poison

[capucapo]

I was hoping this one had more fantasy options but it does have a lot of other neat stuff

#I'm super sad I couldnt put bows or barrettes in front of/on my horns #:[ #picrews

[nolapolaa]

Duets°~ Dual colored satin Scrunchies 💓 Dm to customise and order these dual satin Scrunchies with the colours of your choice 😍 #newproduct #satinscrunchie #satin #satinfabric #dmtoorder #smallbusinessindia #accessorizeltd #shopsmall #instagramshop #accessories #jewels #bows #scrunchies #hairbands #barrettes #haircare #hairaccessoriesindia #explore #trendy #photos (at Shirva, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfMaIEVvm4y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#newproduct #satinscrunchie #satin #satinfabric #dmtoorder #smallbusinessindia #accessorizeltd #shopsmall #instagramshop #accessories #jewels #bows #scrunchies #hairbands #barrettes #haircare #hairaccessoriesindia #explore #trendy #photos

[neos127]

pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader wc. 430 cw. reader is described as girly in this notes. jake as spiderman hcs will be coming next ofc

Being Spider-man’s girlfriend was hard. It was even harder when the villains that wanted him got to you as bait. You’ve had about five dresses ruined, ten barrettes lost and a plethora of broken nails before you had a mental breakdown one night. Jake promised to replace everything and while you appreciated it, you told him to save his money. That would probably be ruined too.

If you weren’t kidnapped by some flying vulture or psychotic green goblin- then you were caught in the crossfire of Jake fighting one of them. Sometimes, and only for a split second, you would question why you stuck around. But as soon as the thought came, it left and caused you to feel guilty for even thinking about it. You were absolutely in love with Jake and couldn’t bear to leave him. Even though your life was constantly in danger, he’d always come to save you.

“Aren’t I supposed to be patching you up?” You giggled, wincing when he carefully cleaned up the deep cut on your face. It was yet another run in with Vulture and if Jake had shown up five seconds too late- you would have been street-pizza.

“Yeah, but I heal quicker than you.” Jake mumbled, his eyes still showing concern. You had reassured him that you were fine, multiple times, but he didn’t want to leave your side. His mask was discarded on the floor and you were able to see his pretty face. Bruised and cut, but still pretty nonetheless.

“I promise I'll buy you a hundred bows and headbands and all the pink stuff you could imagine. Or even those macaroons you like from the bakery down the block..oh hey, didn’t you say you wanted to get your nails done? I can give you money.” Jake rambled, listing off things to make you feel better. You had never asked for them, Jake was just thoughtful (and felt insanely guilty about putting you in near death situations). You stopped his rambling by holding his face in your hands, smiling at him to show that you weren’t upset.

“You don’t have to get me anything. Knowing that you’re alive and well is more than enough for me.” You said sincerely, looking into his eyes directly. Jake bit back a smile, nodding in understanding. He thought it was cute how you never really expected anything from him, even though he still went out and got stuff for you anyways.

“Although…maybe those macaroons would be nice right about now.” You mumbled, giving the boy a shy smile. He chuckled before standing up to look for some clothes to put on. Jake never wasted time when it came to you.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

©neos127

#enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha jake #enha imagines #enha scenarios #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #jake sim imagines #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun imagines #jake sim scenarios

[stuffeddeer]

beast!dazai is our silly guy but he’s sadder :( i’d like to barge in his office while he’s working to put hairclips in his hair so he will be slightly less sad :)

The large and heavy doors leading to the boss’s office slowly creaked open. Dazai looked up with a harsh glare, about to tell off whoever just entered without knocking.

“Osamu!” You sprinted across the long office, hands clutching a small bag to your chest as your feet thudded against the long, regal carpet decorating his floor.

His glare fell, a smile taking its place as he stood up from his desk, widely spreading his arms out. “Hey— “

All of the air in his lungs is forced out as you run right into him, his arms wrapping around your frame as you both fell to the floor. Giggles emerged from your lips that brought a serene smile to the Port Mafia Boss's face, still holding you to him as you both lie on the ground.

"Okay, okay — get up! I come bearing gifts!"

Dazai chuckles at your words, arms falling lax around your frame so you can squirm out of his hold and stand up. "Gifts, hm?" He follows suit, moving to sit back on his desk chair. 

"Well, not gifts, really. I lied! ..Maybe. Sit down, though,"

"I'm already seated— "

"and get to work!" You set your bag on the corner of his desk, waiting for him to fall back into his paperwork and strategizing.

A sigh pulls from his chest, shoulders slumping as he decides to follow your orders. He'd love to focus all of his attention on you, asking about your day and why you're here so early, what you've had to eat and if anyone was mean on your way up (absolutely not, not after that one guy... what was his name? No one's heard from him since) — but Dazai knew that once you were set on something, there was little he could do to change your mind. You clearly had an agenda with your visit, something nestled into your small bag you didn't want to tell him about just yet.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long to find out.

Small, plastic butterfly clips. Three of them, in differing pastel colors, were clipped into his dark hair. He paused only for a moment before remembering your words and focusing on his work. Next were chunky pink barrettes, followed by a bunny clip resting on the side of his head. You brought out small bows of various patterns and colors, either tied into his hair or clipped in along with the rest.

A few more butterfly clips spilled out of your bag and Dazai could no longer contain the giggle he'd been trying to swallow since you started. "Is this your gift to me? Decorating my hair?"

You pinned a flower clip onto his coat with a playful grin.

"Ah, my mistake. Decorating me."

You nodded and pulled a few colorful paperclips from your bag as well, setting them on his desk. "You work so hard... I just wanted to add some color to your day," you shrug sheepishly. "I was gonna bring some of my cute pens, too, but I thought those might go unused. It's one thing to get all dolled up in private, but I thought you might not want reports written in purple ink."

Dazai knows you put a lot of thought into this, even if you're playing it off like it's no big deal. You wanted to make him happy without going too overboard — something small that wouldn't impede on his work.

His hands grabbed your waist and, in one sudden movement, he stood up and brought you into a hug. No words were shared, just a small moment of affection that would definitely help him get through the day so he could finally come home to you.

#YOU add color to his day. YOU!!!! #beastzai oughhh ........... #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai bsd #bsd #dazai imagines #dazai fluff #bsd fluff #beast dazai #beast dazai x reader #beast dazai fluff

[orchidsangel]

MY BABY, MY BABY. YOU'RE MY BABY, SAY IT TO ME. (JT)

notes/cw ~ fluff, minor(ish) angst, fem!reader, talks of having a baby, idk i just had really bad dad!jason brain rot and i felt like i had to share it with my lovely angels, (2.3k)

The sound of laughter rings through your house like jingle bells during the holiday season, pitter patters of tiny feet tumbling against hardwood floors, and bigger ones chasing after them invade your ears. Squeals of laughter pour out through an open window as you pull bags of groceries out of the trunk of your car, the sound of running dying down when the trunk closes with a thump. "Is mommy home?" You hear a familiarly sweet voice say. "I think she is. Come on, let's see if we can beat her to the door."

Bags in hand, you walk up the pathway to the entrance of your house. The street of your suburban neighborhood, mostly empty on this chilly winter night, save for some residents walking their dogs before lights get turned off. The sound of a lock clicks before you're even halfway up the path, and soon after, you're met with Jason and your daughter standing in the doorway looking ridiculous, goofy grins on both of their faces. Red bows are hidden amongst his hair, some tied around short braids, some just hanging loosely on a few strands bunched together. Pink pajama pants peek out from under the red tutu she's wearing, and she dons pink ballet slippers on her feet as if she's about to perform the Nutcracker. 

He steps outside, meeting you at the top of the steps, hooking his fingers under the canvas straps of your reusable tote bags—an investment you'd made to offset some of the carbon emissions from his bike—and takes them into his hands. "New hair, huh?" you ask, eyeing the variety of red satin ribbons tied in knots littering the expanse of his head. "Yeah, you like?" He asks, turning towards you, lowering his head a bit so you can get a better look. You roll your eyes, but there's a smile playing on your lips at the image of Jason sitting down while your daughter's tiny hands play hairdresser with bows and barrettes.

You close the front door behind him as he makes his way toward the kitchen to unpack the groceries, turning your attention to the little girl in front of you sporting a toothy grin. "I thought ballet ended hours ago," you say, eyeing the layers of bright red tulle you had previously hidden to avoid the specks of glitter that shed every time she moved. "She had to practice her pirouettes." you hear Jason say from inside the fridge. "Yeah, mommy. I was practicing my pirouettes." She pouts her lips and cocks her head to the side, small hands fidgeting as she tries to use cuteness to get out of trouble. You cross your arms and squint your eyes at her, "Uh huh. And the hair?" You gesture to Jason, walking toward you. "What does that have to do with pirouettes?" 

He joins the two of you in the living room holding up a container of Gerber baby puffs, using them as a distraction to get both him and his little girl out of trouble. "What?" You ask, deadpan. "What d'ya mean what? We've got an infant I don't know about?" Your daughter gasps, eyes lighting up suddenly. "A sibling!" He laughs, turning towards you with a raised eyebrow. "No, you jerk. Him, not you, honey," you say, quickly correcting yourself. "They're for me." You snatch the container of blueberry-flavored rice puffs out of his hand, peeling off the lid and shoving a handful into your mouth. "God forbid women enjoy things." 

You pop a few more into your mouth before feeling a tug at the coat you still hadn't taken off. When you look down, you're met with your daughter, mouth open and waiting for you to share. She stares at you with wide eyes, using your inability to say no to her to her advantage. Sighing, you raise the container a bit and pause, "Only a few, and you have to get ready for bed after." she nods her head, mouth still open, and you tilt and pour out a substantial amount. She closes her mouth and displays her adorable little smile once again before running off to the bathroom to brush her teeth. "Hold on," Jason shouts down the hallway. "Say thank you to your mom!" You hear feet running again, and soon enough, feel the soft squeeze of your daughter giving you a hug; she presses her head into your lower abdomen as you bring your hand up to softly stroke her hair. "Thank you, Mommy." She says before moving on to Jason and giving an equally soft hug despite using all her might. "And thank you, Daddy, for letting me do your hair." She lets go and scurries off again, leaving a trail of red glitter in her wake for you to clean up.

She disappears into the bathroom, and you watch the hallway, now empty, as she gets ready for bed. You sigh, listening to the sound of water running while she independently does her end-of-the-night tasks, something you'd still helped her with not too long ago. Jason's arms creep around your waist, pulling you against him. His chin rests on your shoulder, and you feel something tickle your neck, but you're not sure if it's his hair or a ribbon. He notices the solemn look in your eyes, a stark contrast to the liveliness he'd seen in you just a few moments ago. "What's wrong? Is it the glitter? Because I can clean that up." He says. "No, not that." You nibble on your bottom lip, lost in thought, trying to organize your feelings. "Just… she's gotten so big." He hums in acknowledgment, his way of saying he shares the sentiment. "I just don't know where the time went." You mumble, overcome with an unexpected sadness. "She's only five." He says into your neck, bringing his hands up to your shoulders and gently pulling off the coat you'd forgotten to take off. "Yeah, but she was just a baby not that long ago. I swear."

The both of you watch her move between her bedroom and the bathroom, soft dark brown curls bouncing with every movement. At five, she was already more responsible than most children her age, having a pretty concrete idea of right and wrong well before most kids do. Responsible for her age, but still just a baby in the grand scheme of everything, and sometimes the two of you would wonder if Jason's occupation might end up inadvertently affecting her and warping her idea of justice, but those fears were almost always disproven as soon as they came and oftentimes you didn't worry more than a few minutes. "We're doing a good job." He says from behind you, rubbing your back in an attempt to take away some of the worry. Normally, it would go away with ease, today, not so much. "We're not bad parents." You say with conviction, but you both know you're just trying to convince yourself of it. "We're not. You know we're not." 

He turns you around to face him, away from the hallway, so you can't dwell any longer. His hands move to your upper arms, kneading gently as he searches for your eyes. "What's wrong? Talk to me." You struggle to make eye contact, unsure of your next words. "I think…I think I want another baby." You breathe out, looking down, unable to meet his gaze. Seconds pass, but they feel like minutes, and you barely breathe while you wait for his reaction. Not a single thing in the universe could've prepared you for the words that come out of his mouth. "Is that all? Is that what you were sulking about?" You look up at him, eyes wide, as he lets out a breathy laugh. Oh Jason, your Jason, taking your face in his hands and leaning down so he can look you in your eyes. "Don't scare me like that again, okay? Do you know how fucked up shit has to be for me to be the optimist out of the two of us?" It's your turn to laugh now, a weight having been lifted off your shoulders. "Language," you warn. "Aw, come on, she's way out of earshot." He bends down and presses his lips against yours; you close your eyes, leaning into him, hands finding his chest as you feel all of your worries melt away.

"Blegh." 

The sudden sound of a disgusted child, your disgusted child, pulls you away from Jason, and you wipe your mouth in embarrassment. It's just your daughter, but you still feel like a kid who's just been caught stealing candy and is about to get lectured into oblivion; Jason, however, handles it with ease. Taking on a playfully stern tone and pointing an accusatory finger at her, he asks, "Why are you up, little lady? Shouldn't you be in bed?" She mirrors his action, pointing a finger at him now. "You didn't tuck me in or read me my bedtime story." He puts his thumb and forefinger on his chin, seemingly thinking it over. "Hmmm, seems you've got me there." He shrugs before picking her up into his arms and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You've gone soft," you say with a laugh, the embarrassment of being caught having passed. "What can I say? She's bossy. Gets it from her mama." You nudge his shoulder lightly as he turns in the direction of her room. "Alright, that's enough out of you." 

He leaves the door to her bedroom slightly cracked, and you can hear their whispers as they do their nightly routine of picking out a book to read, followed by her falling asleep in his arms. "What do you have in mind tonight?" He asks, laying her down gently on the bed adorned with princess sheets and stuffed animals he'd bought for her during trips around the world. "Can we finish Lord of the Rings?" She grabs her favorite stuffie, a gray bunny with droopy ears and button eyes, and holds it close to her chest as Jason climbs in beside her. "I don't think we can finish it, but we can fit a few pages in before it's time for you to go to sleep. That work for you?" He leans over the side of the bed and picks up a worn copy of Lord of the Rings that had been sitting on top of a stack of books he kept in her room solely for the purpose of bedtime. She nods her head at his question and snuggles further into him as he flips to the page they left off at.

You hear the sound of rustling and know the bedtime story has commenced, leaving you to clean up the mess of glitter and ribbons. Broom in hand, you start to sweep up the remnants of her "pirouette practice." Going up and down the hallway, sweeping back and forth. You catch a glimpse of the photos in the frames lining your wall before coming to a full stop and reminiscing about how far you guys have come. There were some pictures from when it was just the two of you, but most of those were kept digital, hidden amongst miscellaneous screenshots and disorganized photo albums. The majority of the framed photos came after she was born; something so special about being able to hold a photo of the three of you in your hands, to have it on display in your home proudly saying this is my family. Corny, maybe, but you'd never regretted starting the collection, especially since it had been Jason's idea. He'd been insistent that you keep a scrapbook to commemorate your ever-changing lives, but after realizing neither of you had the knack for cutting and gluing bits of paper onto pretty pages, you'd settled on the wall. Now, you look at them so often and always with fondness. Oh, how things had changed since that day, you'd met so long ago.

You don't know how long you'd been standing there, but you hear a door closing softly, and you turn to see Jason trying to make his way into the hallway with minimal noise. "Is she asleep?" You ask, barely above a whisper. "Out like a light." He says, joining you in front of the framed memories. A picture of her as a newborn, freshly discharged from the hospital, catches his eye, "she was really tiny, wasn't she?" He says, voice cracking a little as he remembers the overwhelming fear he'd experienced when you were in labor and how it all went away once he had held her in his arms. You hum in agreement as you both get lost in pictures of her from the past. Birthdays and holidays, family events and major milestones, there was a picture for everything.

There was one of her on his shoulders; she couldn't have been more than two at the time, her tiny fingers laced through locks of jet-black hair. You remember like it was yesterday; she had just watched Ratatouille and was trying to imitate Remy. He had played into it, and he couldn't get her off his shoulders for days after that. Another, taken from her first trip to the beach. You sit behind her, keeping her upright and holding her arms out, making one wave at Jason, who was behind the camera. You smile to yourself, the two of you standing outside of your daughter's bedroom, mostly content, remembering what it was like to have a baby in your arms. The memory of bringing her home floods his brain; how nervous he was yet so insanely happy he couldn't control the smile on his face. A shaky laugh falls from his lips as he pulls down a picture of the three of you still in the hospital, thumb pressed against the glass like he's trying to physically feel the moment. "Yeah…I could do it again." 

been working on this almost non stop for 9 hours, literally my longest fic yet (only by like 600 words, but still !!!), special thanks to @kiyozu (my beloved) for giving me this idea !! eek, hope you guys enjoyed it <33 (user orchidsangel is going to sleep now) (also tried following up dialogue with actions this time, gonna see how that goes bc if it’s too hard to follow along with i’ll just go back to he said she said)

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