#bring back my space momma

[bumblinv]

--- human's period ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

platonic!various x gn!human!reader

!! in my hc, na'vi women doesn't menstruate !!

jake and your friends takes care of you during your time of the month. basically just period comfort with momma jake

part 1 part 2!

"they. peed. blood"

spider's terrified screech brings jake one thought;

periods.

and he was dammed right.

the moment he stepped into your marui, he found the kids circling around your bed. their faces contorted with worry yet suffers from cluelessness because they could only watch as you curl yourself into a ball. hand clutching your stomach as you cry into kiri’s lap.

his eyes darted to the blanket under your legs, wich were soaked with blood. jake clicks his tongue with sympathy, "poor baby"

your friends moved back, forming a circle behind jake as they watch him kneel on your bedside.

“this your first period?”

“yes. my... my second day, sir” you whimpered out a weak answer.

“they never left their marui until noon, and we found them like this”

“i never knew periods could get this worst”

“did they got shot?”

you were overwhelmed.

the staring, the murmurs, your marui being crowded. having to experience all of that stimulations mixed with your cramps, made you shake. jake could feel it once he puts his hand on your upper arm.

“will they die?”

“they wont, spider”

“bro, how do you know?”

“shh!”, finally neteyam hisses

even neteyam understand that their questions were all honest, yet stupid that jake doesn’t even spare them any care. his full attention is fixed on your vulnerable state.

“no, kiddo. don’t curl yourself up like that”

“it hurts", you groaned. another wave of pain shakes your entire body.

“baby, squeezing your stomach like that wouldn’t make it any better. lay normally”

“they would move if they can, dad”

kiri's words made his gaze soften. he could see your tiny body jerks slightly with every wave of pain that goes through you. you were sobbing, yet no sound comes out of your mouth

“im gonna help you, okay sweetie?”, jake gives your upper arm a comforting squeeze, “we’re gonna get through this together”

the warmth he offers makes you nod weakly. jake smiles, satisfied with your response. then he turned his head towards his daughter,

“do you have medicine for muscle cramps?” the girl looks at her father, clueless. but the confidence in jake’s voice sounds like he knows what he was doing. with that, kiri nods surely.

“i could come out with something”

“good”

kiri waves her hand at tsireya, signaling her to come closer. ever so gently, the beautiful metkayina moved your head to her lap so the sully could run off and complete her father’s demand  

jake puts his other hand on tsireya's shoulder, “you stay to help them clean up, okay? and neteyam” his head turns towards his eldest, “get us warm water, son”

“yes, sir”

“what can we do?” lo’ak asks as his brother went running

“you boys could help, by giving them space”

your watery eyes met with jake's, whispering a weak thank you as your marui, at last, went quiet.

if jake had let them inside longer, you would’ve broke down because even with them being outside, their noises still fills your head

“what is this period? a disease?”

“you see spider, the female human body-”

tsireya could only sigh, “they are good friends, worrying over you like that. but they were being too loud"

"you're right kiddo. now its all quieted down, lets get you cleaned up, yeah?”

"yeah..."

not long after you could feel his warm hands coming down. lifting you up by behind your knees and back. you might think that your weight would have weighted him down, but to jake, it was like carrying a mere child

“tsireya, please get the blanket for me. oh good, the blood doesn't soak up your bed”

“i put the blanket there so when i leak, my bed doesn’t get soaked”, you grin

“great thinking”, tsireya chuckles. but her laugh quickly died out.

you were whimpering in pain.

jake was only settling you down on your bed, yet you look so hurt. “sorry sweetie”, jake whispers after you flinched some more. the man was just straightening your stiffen limbs

the girl approaches you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“everything’s sore, hm?” jake tucks your bangs behind your ears as you nod helplessly.

“i guess i'll wash my blanket after i get better”

“no, you stay here” he ruffles your hair, standing up and grabs your bloody blanket from tsireya’s grasps.

“jake, you don’t have to”

he laughs, “kiddo. if you’ve raised 4 children, you’ve cleaned worst”

“but its gross”

jake looks at you with confusion. why do you have to bring yourself down like that, for something as natural as breathing? he bites his lip. he remembers someone who would insist that he doesn’t need to help wash her ‘dirty’ bloody blankets.

oh how you remind him of her.

he went back to his previous position, kneeling beside you. golden eyes fixed on yours.

“baby, what’s dirty could be cleaned. after all, what’s so dirty about blood?”

you went silent.

“period blood are as natural as snots, tears, and other body fluid you have. so, no biggie, yeah?”

“no... biggie” you repeated after him. a small smile on your lips

“atta girl” jake grins, his hand went up to wipe away your last tear. “i'm gonna wash this. and while i'm gone, tsireya will help you get cleaned up, okay?” and with your nod, he smiles and walk off.

he was about to step out to the beach, but tsireya’s worried call stopped him.

“will they be okay?”

“they will, kiddo" jake shoots her an assuring smile, "they are in good hands”

and he was right.  

the second he walked back to your marui, he couldn’t help to stop on his tracks. your marui was filled with joyful chatter, meaning you were getting better. and he could hear laughing too. your laughs

“bro, i thought you were dying”

“oh please”

“no offence, but you do look like you were dying” jake recognize that voice. it was spider’s

then rotxo’s iconic snickers was heard,

“when ya called jake, what was the shit ya told him? somethin' bout them peein’ out blood?”

“spider!” you exclaimed, voice full of embarrassment

“oh, cmon boys. leave them alone”

jake’s chuckle startled all of you.

your marui went silent again. even rotxo shuts his mouth.

you never knew why, but the sudden awkwardness coming over every time jake steps in is unbearable. maybe it happens because none of you were used to the usually strict man being so loose.

“i... uh, i’ve washed your blanket. should dry by tomorrow”

“thank you” you smile at him. jake returned your smile.

your friends are around you, again. but this time, you didn’t seem to bother. you were enjoying they company, even. they were all sitting down near your bedside with empty bowls around their feet.

good, they had feed you

his eyes drift to your side where he found neteyam, pressing a small water sack on your stomach. presumably filled with warm water. but the ceramic mug you were holding catches his attention the most.

the mug was filled to the brim with liquid that smells almost sour. he recognize it. and its strong yellow color, brings him back home.

“kiri made them drink pee”

“i did not, ao’nung”, the girl rolls her eyes as rotxo’s ugly snort-laugh filled the room.

“hey, i know this”

their laughter died out.

jake kneeled beside you. he was looking into your mug with his gaze so soft and loving, you were afraid he was taking a liking to it.

“there’s tamarind and turmeric in it, right?”

kiri’s mouth went agape, “never knew you know herbs, dad”

“i’m not. but i’ve made this drink all my life”

“when?”

“you see, kid,” he looks at his son with a loving smile he rarely gives. his hand went up to squeeze neteyam’s shoulder.

“back on earth, your uncle tommy and i would make this drink for your gramma, when she was on her period” his golden eyes shows such softness as he gazes back into your drink.

it was just some mere drink, yet it was able to make the former toruk makto and olo’eyktan so soft.

“but of course,” he snickers, “we don’t need to boil real turmerics nor tamarinds. they sell it on instant packages”

no one laughs.

there was one question filling their heads, yet even rotxo’s loud mouth does not dare to ask.

where is she now?

lo’ak cleared his throat. “the period, was she in pain too?”

“yes, her whole body would turn so sore she couldn’t move. my dad was never really around, so tommy and i would be the ones running errands”

“oh, so the whole cramp thing is normal?”

“right, kiddo. that’s why you need all the support you can get during your period” he ruffles your hair, making you giggle.

“i need you all kids to take care of them, you got me? its already hard having periods on earth, its even harder when you are the only one having them, in this whole village”

“yes, sir”

“good. its turning dark. they needs rest" with jake’s words, the boys gives you an acknowledging looks before one by one steps out of your marui. not forgetting to bring their dirty dishes from their previous dinner. the girls however, are squeezing the life out of you with their hugs.

“come to me when your stomach’s all messed up. i would make you that drink again”

“yes, i will kiri”, you giggle.

“you know, if its hurting you too much”, tsireya starts, “maybe i could ask my mother to try to stop your periods”

you laugh, shaking your head at the thought of loosing your uterus, “no, reya. i will not, but thank you”

one last hug and the girls were off

“well, i guess my job here is done” neteyam smiles. he was the only one left beside you. his hand still pressing a water sack to your tummy,

“your trusty hot-water-sack-holder needs to go”

his smile turns brighter when you laugh.

“we should hang out tomorrow, teyam”

“yeah”, he whispers as he press his forehead on yours. a soft smile on his lips. your moment was quickly cut off by muffled laughs, your face went bright red as you realize the rest of them were all still standing near your marui

even his dad.

jake cleared his throat, “cmon, son, lets go”

their laughter broke as soon as neteyam approached them with burning cheeks, and was met with lo’ak’s playful swats on his shoulders that even the tips of his ears went flushed.

they weren’t so far away when you could hear spider’s voice,

“jake, when will i get my period?”

“men doesn’t get periods”

“ah shit... can i though, if i try hard enough?”

“just hold your shit in for a week, then you’ll get a period”

“that’ll be my ass bleeding”

their laughter broke once again. you too, couldn’t help but giggle. upon them, neteyam’s roaring laughter stand out the most. he was just glad they had stopped teasing him.

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[kenananamin]

Beside Each Other

Chapter 1: Moving in

[masterlist]

Summary: Single mom moves into a third floor apartment with her 5 year old daughter. Nanami Kento lives on the second floor and knows someone is moving in when he hears the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. He expects the noise to end in a day or two but then hears the little pitter patter of tiny feet followed by a muffled, "Stop running!" Well... this should be interesting.

fluff, nanami kento x fem!reader

~3.6k words

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Monday

*Second floor, Nanami's apartment* 

Team leader Nanami Kento grabs his mug of freshly brewed tea and goes to sit in his office to begin the work day. It's almost the same thing every single day but he enjoys the job so far. The team is responsible and quick, he can work quietly from home, and most importantly, the pay is much better than any of his past jobs. He'll be able to save most of his check and save enough to move to a better place soon. The current building was breaking down and it seemed that every neighbor had a new complaint every day. He really does feel bad for anyone that falls for the listing and is conned by the landlady who just wants to fill the apartments for rent. He should've known better, a two bed two bath for much less than anything in the area was bound to have its conditions.

He sighs thinking about the apartment but logs in for the day and begins reading through the emails that came in over the weekend. A few emails in and he hears a couple loud thumps upstairs. He knew Truman left last week but the landlady was very quick to con someone (again) to take that space.

Nanami sighs, "Welcome to the money pit, neighbor."

He continues his morning while hearing the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. The heavier furniture was loud and slow and the lighter stuff was clear and quick. It should only be a day or two at most of this noise. That is, until he hears quick and small pitter patters from the living room to right above his office.

Nanami pauses and focuses to listen through the thin walls. He hears a very muffled, "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"

A kid? Nanami wonders.

*Third floor, your apartment*

You swing the door open and pout at the old discolored paint. This apartment wasn't at the top of your list, not even in your top 10, but it was cheaper than everything else and close to Yunn's school. Mr. Truman warned you about this apartment but also said it was a good temporary spot for you and Yunn. At least until your application was approved for any of the other apartments, townhouses, or rental houses you applied for. Mr. Truman and Jessie promised they'd let you know if they ever passed by any 'For Rent' sign.

You move out of the way while holding Yunn's hand to let the mover see the space to know what to bring up first. They quickly scan the room and go back down to bring the first bunch of furniture. You walk to the kitchen bar to check the papers left on the counter and look up to see the movers with the couch and side tables. 

"Momma, can I go see the rooms?"

"Yeap, but remember what I told you please."

Yunn indeed does not remember and sprints off to one end of the apartment towards the smaller room. "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"

You try to do a quiet tip-toe run after your daughter to get her to quiet down. 

"Stop running!" you catch up to your excited daughter. “Yunnuen, I had told you to please not run and not yell. Please, baby, we just talked about this.”

She looks up and nods but continues to look around the room. Mr. Truman had said that although the neighbors constantly complained about management, they were very nice to each other. He told you the downstairs neighbor wouldn’t mind a little noise but you wanted to avoid making any noise, period. Mr. Truman said the neighbor worked from home and the last thing you wanted was to disturb someone while they worked or become a nuisance when they're trying to rest.

“Knock knock!”

“Ms. Jessie!” Yunn ran to the room door where Mr. Truman and Jessie stood.

“The movers are in and out and the door is open, we hope you don’t mind that we came in!”

Jessie was Yunn’s old pre-k teacher. She knew everything from your work schedule, to Yunn’s dad, to your struggle of finding a new place. You both grew close throughout the year especially after Yunn moved up to kinder. Mr. Truman is Jessie’s father. He works as a janitor at the same school and saw you often when you’d stay a bit longer after school to talk to Jessie and let Yunn play in the playground. He had to move in with Jessie after a back injury and told you about his old apartment. He did warn you about the shabbiness of it but said it’d be alright in the meantime. The kind older man offered to help with any maintenance issues and although you agreed at the time, you knew you would never call the poor man to work with his injured back. You’d figure it out… you hoped.

“No no, of course not! You didn’t have to come! It’s your day off, you should’ve stayed home to relax.”

Jessie looks up from hugging Yunn, “Didn’t want to stay home. I can help put some of the boxes in the correct rooms and at least start unboxing a few things.”

“And I wanted to show you a couple things around the building. Most of the things in here are old and get stuck. We all have — or had for me, our own ways of doing things around here,” Mr. Truman smiled at you. The gentlest smile, similar to the smile he always had around Jessie. “Come on, follow me down to the mailbox. Damn thing always gets stuck”

If anyone knew the building, it would be him. You start to follow Mr. Truman out the door when you turn and tell Yunnuen to stay with Jessie and not leave her sight.

*First floor, mailboxes*

Nanami pushes his mailbox slot to get it open. He wasn’t expecting any mail but he was making time for the new upstairs neighbor to finish moving things in the room directly above him to make a couple work calls. He takes a coupon page from the inside and closes his box. 

“Be careful with the last steep step here, hold that baby’s hand tight when coming down or she might tumble one day.”

The familiar voice made Nanami turn quickly. Was that…? “Truman?” Nanami asked.

“Nanami! Hello boy, good thing I caught you here, there’s someone you should meet.”

You were a couple steps behind Mr. Truman, carrying a couple welcome bags with things the elderly neighbors had given you after knowing you were a friend of their close friend and had a little girl.

“Nanami, this is y/n, she’s moving into my old place with her little girl. y/n, this is Nanami, the downstairs neighbor,” Mr. Truman fumbles for the mailbox key you handed him on the staircase, “I’m gonna show her my trick to box 303.”

Only her and her daughter... single mom? Nanami extends his hand, “Well, welcome to the building, y/n.”

You shake his hand and smile, “Thank you, Mr. Truman mentioned you work from home. Please let me know if we get too loud, I’ll try to keep our volume down either way but please let me know if it’s too much.”

Nanami shakes his head, “It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

You smile again, but still feel a little bad at the thought that Yunnuen could be running around while this man tried to work. Despite Mr. Truman telling you about this man's calm and patient behavior, you still wanted to avoid any extreme noise. It’s a temporary place, but you still want to be considerate to others.

Mr. Truman calls you over to show you how he would push the mailbox up and slightly to the left to get it open. Mr. Truman closes the mailbox after wiggling it around and continues to talk about the trash chute, the main doorway, avoiding the elevator unless you have heavy things, the never opened or available maintenance office, the broken window at the end of the hall, the flickering light on the 2nd floor staircase, and on and on and on. 

“Call me when you need something. I’m still close and know this building better than anyone, including that landlady!” Mr. Truman hits his chest to emphasize his point, making you smile. 

Nanami notices your hesitation about calling Truman, but excuses himself to go up to his apartment. 

“Don’t work too much, boy! It’s a holiday and it’s supposed to be a long weekend!”

Nanami gives a small smile to the old man, “Just a bit more today, promise.” He politely smiles, nods towards you and turns to leave.

Handsome, you thought.

Pretty, Nanami thought.

Thursday

*First floor, maintenance office*

Nanami opens the main entrance door and is immediately greeted by the warmth of the first floor. He pulls the bags on his right hand closer to himself and begins going up the stairs, but stops when he sees you trying to peek through the closed blinds of the maintenance office.

Nanami steps away from the staircase and walks a few feet towards you, “They’re supposed to be here Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays at least half day but I’ve never seen them open for more than a couple hours at a time. You might have missed them already.”

You quickly turn towards him, slightly disgruntled at the closed office. You put your hands on your hips and ask, "do you think they’ll come in tomorrow?"

Nanami slightly tilts his head to the side and without saying a word, you understood completely. You sigh heavily and pace in front of the office before pointing to the closed door, “Would you happen to have a number or contact for any maintenance person?”

"Yeah," he shrugs, but before you get too excited, he said, "Truman. He was our unofficial in-house maintenance man and he was the one that everyone called."

You hesitate before saying, "I wouldn’t want to bother him. His back is still hurt pretty bad and I wouldn’t want him on the floor."

"On the floor?" Nanami raises his eyebrows.

Nanami notices how you hesitate to answer, but you continue, "I noticed a small leak underneath the kitchen sink and I thought I just had to tighten it so I did but it’s been leaking nonstop since yesterday. I wouldn’t want to call Mr. Truman and ask him to basically crawl under my sink to figure out what’s wrong."

Nanami looks at his watch and sees he has 40 minutes left of his lunch. He looks back up, "I know we just met and I’m not a maintenance man but Truman did teach me a few things. Before you, I was the youngest in this building and he said every young man needed to learn how to handle things around his apartment," He chuckles at the memory of the older man happily walking downstairs to Nanami's apartment to help, "He helped me at first, but towards the end, he would just bring me the tools and supplies and watch me fix things on my own. I can go up and see what’s wrong with it, I have about 40 minutes left so I can at least check it out."

"Didn't you just say Mr. Truman would take his tools to you?" you ask, trying to find a way to sneak in a kind no, thank you. 

"Yeah but he gave me about half his tool box when he moved out. Said I’d need it eventually," Nanami grins at the memory, "guess he was right."

Nanami sees you hesitate again and look down the hall. I don't want to ask any neighbor for this kind of help, I just moved in and don't know anything about him, you think. But — I do need the help, I can't have Yunn in a place without a properly working kitchen sink. You cross your arms and tell him, "I wouldn’t want to impose. I haven’t even been here in a week and I would already be asking you for something."

Nanami smiles and shakes his head. "It would be no imposition," he nods towards the staircase and motions you to walk up with him. "And I think you’ve held out long enough, maybe longer than the rest of us. A lot of us came down to the maintenance office the second day we were here."

Damn... I guess I can repay him later?

You lightly laugh and start ascending the stairs with your neighbor. "I'm y/n by the way, I know the last time I saw you was Monday," you stretch your hand out and Nanami introduces himself again.

"How can I pay you back? I wouldn’t want a free favor and I don’t want to take advantage of your generosity."

"Well let’s see what the issue is first. But I really don’t mind, Truman helped me when I needed it most. I’d be happy to help."

You turned your face away from Nanami, but he saw your tight-lipped smile. You both reach the second floor and tell Nanami you have a few tools he can use so he wouldn't have to stop to get his tools. Nanami nods and gives a small ok as you slowly reach your apartment door.

"Let me just say that I haven’t really had a chance to organize things how I would like and my daughter is not very good at picking things up before school," you reach into your pocket for the key and start to open your door.

Nanami laughs a bit behind you as you open the door. If it weren’t because you and Truman have mentioned your daughter, or the toys splattered on the living room floor, he wouldn’t believe a kid lived above him. Besides the first day and the chaos of moving in, he never heard any small footsteps running around or a child's laugh through the walls. He was somewhat impressed that you had kept your promise about keeping the noise down, but he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed though. Maybe he was looking forward to the noise of a child's laughter, sometimes the evenings were too quiet or they were filled with the elderly neighbor's drama filled evening programs.

"May I?" Nanami points to the bags in his hand and a spot on the floor near your door.

"Oh, I can take those, we can just put them on the table."

Nanami shrugs his shoulders a bit, his heavy coat becoming heavier in your warm apartment. You put his bags on an entryway table and ask him to follow you to the kitchen. He had been inside Truman’s apartment before and even though he knows it's the exact same layout as his own, he says nothing and lets you lead him in. 

Nanami sees you keep a good few feet from him in your apartment and he honestly can’t blame you, you just let a new neighbor you don’t know into your house. He avoids getting closer than necessary to not make you uncomfortable and opens the cabinets under the kitchen sink. You open the cupboard beside the sink and take out your toolbox for him to use.

"Thank you," he smiles and gives you a quick glance before turning back to the pipe underneath the sink. He shrugs his shoulders again to try to shift the increasingly warm jacket and reaches for the wrench to start working on the sink trap.

You leave the small kitchen and head for the area on the other side of the bar. If Nanami looked up, he would be able to find you and you weren’t sure where to stand while he worked. You didn't want to hover, but you also didn’t feel like you should leave him completely alone since he was doing you a favor. You grab a closed box and start unpacking the extra dishes and utensils. You can’t see what he’s doing exactly but you hear a couple tools moving on the pipes and the clanking of other tools in the toolbox.

You grab another box and start removing the newspaper from the top when you see Nanami shrugging again. Since it was cold outside, you always kept your home slightly warmer for Yunn. You’re comfortable and not too warm in what you’re wearing, but a 6-foot well-built man with a winter coat must feel like an oven.

"Umm, let me take your jacket. I can put it by your bags so it’s out of your way if you'd like." Your neighbor looks up and although you can only see the top half of his face, you notice the slight sweat building on his brow.

"Thank you, I don’t think it’ll take much longer, but I appreciate it," he drops the tool in his hand and stands to take off his jacket. He was definitely handsome, very handsome, in fact, and apparently very helpful. You nod and smile at the man and quickly turn to put his jacket by the entryway.

You return to your spot on the other side of the bar and he stands back up after unpacking your third box.

"So the sink trap is going to have to be replaced. If you ask management for the sink trap alone, then they can get it to you maybe early next week. Can't promise they'll do anything for the labor part of it but they'll send the part somewhat quickly," Nanami closes the cupboard and reaches back down for the toolbox.

You nod and take a mental note of what he says, "Can you show me which part that is? I can change it as soon as they give it to me."

Nanami looks at you round the kitchen bar to move next to him and asks, "Are you sure? I’m sure you would be able to figure it out, but I wouldn’t mind coming back and switching it quickly. This alone took," he looks back at his watch and continues, "10 minutes." 

You shift your weight from one leg to the other and contemplate his offer, "That’s a huge imposition, I can’t ask you to fix or switch everything for me."

Nanami gets on one knee to put the tools back in the cupboard where you retrieved them from. "I work eight hours a day, but I don’t have an exact assigned time to work. I can take my breaks whenever I want as long as I finish everything so I'd be able to replace it even during a break."

You hesitate again, but he continues, "Truman never let anybody help him. With the condition of the sink trap, I imagine that he couldn’t fix this himself, but he would be willing to help any of us if we needed anything. Think of this as me repaying him."

"Actually, he probably wasn't even aware of this, his daughter would take him home with her a lot towards the end of his lease here," you look up to your neighbor’s eyes. Even though the thought of a complete stranger in the same house as your daughter makes you nervous, you admit that you might need that help. It might be worth trusting Nanami especially when Mr. Truman kept talking about him so highly after your mailbox interaction last time.

The man is now gently smiling at you, waiting for your answer, and you smile back. "I work at the office two to three times a week. I work from home the rest of the week. I can let you know when I finally catch management so they can give me or order the part.” You pick at your fingernail, “I want you to know that I really really would not want to ask for any help, especially anything keeping you away from your real work or anything of yours, but I really would — do appreciate your help."

Nanami gives you another small smile and says, "Great, just let me know. You can just knock on my door or give me a call." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands you a business card. "It's my work cell but it's always on and I carry it everywhere."

You nod and take his card: Kento Nanami, Senior Mechanical Product Designer at Schneider Electric. Hmm, fancy. 

Nanami walks around you and heads to the front door. You follow behind as he's grabbing his jacket and bags from the table when he turns around to look at you. "I'm not sure if I should say this or not, but I really wouldn't mind if your daughter runs around a bit. I haven't heard anything from up here since the day you moved in... you don't have to be so careful. It's ok if you show a couple signs of life up here." He gives his last smile before opening the door, "See you soon, y/n." Nanami softly closes the door behind him. 

You stare at the door after his departure, his business card still in your hands. Show a couple signs of life up here. Anywhere else you've lived, you've been shushed through the walls and neighbors would complain about hearing your baby when you were trying your best to keep her quiet. You got used to keeping quiet ever since. Maybe it is ok — loud laughter, speaking a bit louder, maybe that much would be ok.

You smile down at the business card and put it behind your phone case for safekeeping.

Nanami returns to his apartment and looks at his watch. A little more than 25 minutes left for lunch. He sets his bags down and thinks about his pretty and nice neighbor. So she is a single mom. He sits on his couch and takes out his phone. 

Truman was no longer looking over his shoulder to make sure everything was being done correctly. Nanami did not want to mess this up.

Google search: how to replace a sink trap 

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Chapter 2: The Pizza and the Tooth Fairy

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[chikai-k]

We Need A Break.

•| Kaveh X Male Reader, hints of Alhaitham X Kaveh

•| Notes: So angst with the characters as parents right? I haven't written in a long time and all so this might be a bit janky in terms of execution. I feel like the ending is a little awkward but it's whatever, I just wanted to get something out 😞 It was originally gonna be Aether since my debut was an Aether fic but I decided I wanted to add my bbg Kaveh to my list of characters hehe also wrote this at 3-4am :)

•| CW: Kaveh is the baby momma🤧, male reader, cheating accusations, arguments, break? divorce?

Here we go.

It's unhealthy to subject your daughter to this.

She doesn't deserve to hear your problems.

You and Kaveh have tried everything in your power to keep the issue away from her attention, to make sure she can't see the cracks forming.

How Kaveh would tuck her to bed, holding back a grimace as he spots the time. He tries his best to stall, she can tell. Kaveh doesn't want to leave her side. How his sweet voice would read her bed time stories as slowly as he could, sometimes staring at her with soft eyes as he presses a goodnight kiss on her forehead. She is his baby. He loves her with every part of his being.

She knows something's wrong. She could sense it before but you two can't keep quiet when the arguments get heated downstairs. She can hear you two from the floor. She can hear you throwing accusations, hear the crack in Kaveh's voice when he says he's not seeing his co worker—but you just won't drop it.

"I see the way you two look at each other." You say, "I see the way you guys give subtle touches." You know that they're probably texting each other about things to do when you're working. "The neighbours themselves have testified that they've seen Alhaitham enter our home when I'm at work for fucks sake! Stop lying to me." You growl, teeth baring at him as your face is flushed in anger, fist clenching by your side.

Kaveh hiccups and shakes his head, "Please, I'm telling you, we're not! Why won't you believe me?" His hand is gripping his wrist and is tucked close to his chest as if protecting himself. He doesn't know what went wrong.

"Then tell me why he's been visiting so much when I'm out! It's not like he's here for our daughter is he? She's always in school, so what else could he be here for?!"

"I—I can't—" Kaveh shook, how was he supposed to explain? He's not cheating, he swear but...

"Bullshit. You and that Alhaitham guy—ugh—" You inhale, your hand shooting up to brush your hair angrily. Tempted to slam it down the counter but you'd risk waking up your daughter from the noise. Hm.

Kaveh eyes your fist warily. He never knew you as physical so he wasn't worried—hoping he didn't need to but with how the tension was going, he was afraid he'd get hurt."What's so different about him and me? Is it the muscles? The income? The looks?" You seethed through your teeth, blindsided by the jealousy that you'd missed the way he stepped back cautiously. "Or did you just fall out of love for me? Or is he secretly our daughter's real father?" You huffed, closing your eyes as you tugged at your hair.

Usually, Kaveh would give you a massage, whisper sweet things and gently pull of your fingers from your hair out of concern. But how could he when he was...scared?

"N-no, I love you." Kaveh hiccuped once more, "I..." He bit his lip as he couldn't help the the tears from spilling. He couldn't bring himself to mean it. It felt forced, like he was saying it to survive and saying it felt wrong. I love you is supposed to be affectionate and meaningful, not like this.

"I think..." He sighs as he watches you gaze back, once furious expression softening in realisation at what he was about to say. "I think we need a break. To cool our head...I'm sorry." He struggles to finish, flinching as you attempt to approach him. Right now, he didn't know who you were. Actually, he hadn't know who you were for the past couple of months.

He just needs some space to breath, to find the words to tell you why Alhaitham had been visiting...

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[satoruyes]

co-parent bakugou .2

katsuki bakugou x nb reader (previous part)

(cw: smut, angst, kids, arguing, verbal abuse)

when bakugou comes back from his morning walk he goes into the kitchen to see raya over the stove cooking breakfast. “hey babe, goodmorning,” she turned to face him, “i'm sorry about last night; i was just upset.”

he nods and goes to their bedroom and gets undressed. raya, not being satisfied with his reaction, pauses breakfast and follows him up. she sneaks up behind him and runs her hand down his bare back. “i said i was sorry babe, you have to forgive me.” he turns around to face her.

“you know my dad doesn't like it when we argue.” he hated that. he hated it when she used her dads position as leverage. with rayas’ dad being the mayor and all; she’d grown to be a spoiled brat. sure he had the skill to be a pro-hero but maybe not the funds. his parents weren't exactly the richest in the world. so of course his wife offered to let her dad take care of it. just like that- pro-hero dynamite had his own agency.

he swallowed hard, some spit along with his pride and sighed, “yea, ‘m sorry bout last night. i wasn't in the best head space." raya smiled, and played with the waistband of his boxers. “it's okay lovebug, now just lay back and let me take care of you.” he stood there quietly and watched her. watching as she knelt down, pulling down his boxers as she did. taking his semi-hard dick into her hands then licking the tip while working her hand up and down his full length. she kind of falters at noticing he isn't getting hard as quickly as he usually does. “did you jerk off already today or something?” he lies and shakes his head yes as she stands up. “or maybe you just can't get hard for me anymore.” she says jokingly, and katsuki forces a laugh. unsure of what was causing the problem.

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by the time you get up it's nearly 1pm, woken up by your antsy little toddler who you let sleep in your room for night. you get up then go do your morning routine. (accompanied by your curious toddler of course) when you finish both of your morning routines you go towards the kitchen to make your cereals of choice. you go up to your room to grab your phone and see a text from bakugou. “When can i see my kid again” you sigh and reply telling him he can come over today. he likes the message and lets you know that his wife will be tagging along as well. great.

they get to your house around 3pm. you welcome them in and take them to the living area. bakugou mentions he brought something over for hana and went back to the car. leaving you and raya alone. you sit there kind of quietly while hana is wearing headphones watching her tablet. raya observes the girl, “hm.. are you even sure its his? she looks a little.. slow,” she says nonchalantly. you stare in disbelief at her, shocked she’d even say that straight to your face. “excuse me?”

“its a cute baby of course, kats’ genes really tried their best but..” she pauses “i can just imagine how pretty our baby girl is gonna be- you know with that being said, i'd really appreciate it if you kind of backed off. he needs to be an attentive father to our baby, not yours. i don't need to be worried about some desperate baby momma.’’ you scoff, you had enough of this wench disrespecting you and your child in your own home. without thinking you end up over your coffee table landing a smack across her face. she yelps in pain and hold her face like it was the most precious thing ever. “what you are not about to do is come up in my house and disrespect me and my daughter. you can get the fuck out.”

she immediately ran outside to katsuki, leaving you alone with a dumbstruck hana. you ignored the little girl's curious expression and just simply ran your hands through your hair. it wasn't too long after before you heard daunting footsteps headed your way. “what the fuck did you do? yer gonna let me bring my wife up in here just to disrespect ‘er? why the fuck of all people are you calling her a tramp ‘nd sayin she got sloppy seconds? of all people. i'm trying real hard to be in my daughter's life but yer being a real bitch about it.” without letting you say anything he drops a gift bag and leaves. leaving you once again, and leaving you speechless.

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later that night you drop your daughter off with her grandparents and go see your old friend, eijirou kirishima. you two usually caught up at least once a month. drink a little, laugh a little, indulge a little. he's been such a great friend, so supporting and always there for you. even occasionally watching hana for you. but today you two are all alone, and both a little too drunk for either of your liking. it starts off with friendly peckish little neck kisses, short playful pecks on the lips. nothing you two haven't explored before.

but tonight something was different. you expressed to him how stressful things were today with what happened with katsukis wife. he told you he’d make you feel better and you just kind of brushed it off. but now it's hard to brush it off when he's knuckles deep inside of you, working his fingers deeper and deeper inside. you just throw your head back against his plush couch letting the pleasure take you away. “eijirou.. please,” you whine. he shoots you a toothy grin with half hooded eyes. “please what? you can use your words, i know you can.” you whine more while he works his fingers into your special spot. once you finish he pulls out grinning; leaving you blissed out with arousal apparent by his print visible.

he gets you a ride home, both too intoxicated to drive anywhere. he opens the door for you then hugs and kisses you goodnight. you get home and go to sleep.

when you wake up the next morning your head is pounding and your phone is blowing up. the most alarming test came from your mother

: “How could you be so stupid?”

: “Letting the press see you getting so personal with someone”

: “Theres photos of you and that Kirishima boy going around of you kissing”

you dont get why it was such a big deal. you didn't even care, with your parents being famous pro-heroes everything you've done since birth has been documented. it's tiring and after your daughter's birth you stopped caring. Doing whatever you wanted regardless of the paparazzi, but them following you over to kirishima's house was ridiculous. The second text you read was from bakugou;

: “Out of all of my friends you go for him?”

: “You didnt feel the need to tell me about this?”

: “Really ??? Eijirou? Has he been around Hana?”

you got kind of upset at his messages more than you did your mom. what did it matter to him, he doesnt get to control who you talked to. he’s not your boyfriend nor your dad. you leave him on read and you scroll through your twitter feed. filled with photos of you and kirishima kissing. “PRO-HERO MIYU and YUIKA SUZUKI CHILD CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH PRO-HERO RED RIOT” you sigh and almost turn your phone off but see another set of messages from bakugou, was he jealous?

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[ghouljams]

I wanted to ask this a while ago, but spaced it, but was reminded of because of Shepard!Goose. My great-grandfather was a sheep farmer. He had little ewe called Daisy-may he treated like a daughter because she'd always give him four healthy lambs every season. Use to drive my great-grandmother mad especially when winter hit and he'd be bringing Daisy-may into the house wrapping her up in blankets on his bed. Saying that she's sensitive and don't need to be out in below freezing weather.

I wonder if Keegan would be the type to have a favorite sheep he'd take extra care of giving special treatment or if he'd be the type of farmer setting up a space for the newborn orphaned lambs in his room to "keep a closer eye"?

-Hot mess rambler

Keegan has a favorite sheep. She's big and fluffy and docile, he picks her up like a baby and carries her around. Truly a devoted father to his flock, Keegan threw himself into his work as a sheep farmer. He bottle feeds orphaned lambs, and holds funerals for the babies that don't make it. "Keegan's got some sheep thing he's doin'" Is a common phrase on the Walker ranch. It is truly a surprise to walk into his little farm house and see sheep milling about. Standing in the kitchen with him as he hands down lettuce leaves for the little ladies to munch on. Even Riley sits patiently waiting for his scrap of food from today's lunch.

You have to get used to it quickly when you pull the quilt back on the bed and a little lamb bleats at you. Nice and nestled up cozy where Keegan put it. He's gotta be up every few hours to feed it anyway, might as well keep it close by. It's just as bad when there are puppies. Keegan has baby monitors to keep an eye momma dog, checks it frequently to make sure everyone is accounted for.

It's easier with you around, having another pair of hands is always helpful. You don't mind, sitting with the puppies and watching their little yawn, watching them get bigger fast until you can roll a ball across the floor and watch them stumble after it. You have to wonder what he'd be like with a baby of his own, if he'd hover as much or if it's just the animals he dotes on. Silly because you're sure the animals don't notice everything he does for them. You certainly haven't noticed how doted on you are.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Hi, hope you're doing well.

I have a request if you're still doing them.

Little!Hope x Mommy reader where reader doesn't know Hope is little and just happens upon her regressed in her room by accident. Hope panics a bit, maybe a mild panic attack or just crying, I don't have a preference and reader comforts her.

Thanks!

Your Momma

Flufftober, October 13th

Mommy vampire reader x Little Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: None

A/n: Cute little oneshot

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Hope's in her room, sitting in her bed, cuddling her stuffed bunny. She's had it since she was five, and it reminds her of her mom, who gave it to her. Her head has been fuzzy for the last couple of days, but she waited for the weekend to fully let her mind go into her little space. If she hadn't then there would've been a problem of people realizing she hasn't shown her face during classes or worst of all, people would notice her acting like a toddler and laugh at her.

Her space usually ranges between 1-3, though she only really regresses to one or lower than one when she's having a bad day, she's super sleepy, or just wants comfort and her parents back. Or you to be there with her. A lot of times she has cried while she was little because she wanted you. But she can't tell you about this part of her because you'll think it's stupid and laugh at her and then break up with her.

What she wasn't expecting is for you to walk through the door right this second. Oh, bad. Hope thinks to herself.

Hope stares wide-eyed at you. You notice this right away, same with how she's dressed in a light purple nightgown with small butterflies all over it instead of her usual tank top and sweats pajamas.

"Hope? You okay? What's wrong?" You softly ask, noticing how she hasn't moved since she set her eyes on you when you walked in.

She just shakes her head, clinging to her bunny. You walk over, concern taking over your face. You sit on the bed, crossing your legs.

She wants you to leave, but atthe same time also wants you to stay and cuddle. Wait, she doesn't know what to do. Hope's mind keeps going a hundred miles an hour and her breathing picks up.

"Oh, baby" you bring her into your arms. You rub your hand in circles on her back. She nuzzles her face into your neck. You smell really good, she just tries to focus on perfume you have on. It's mixed with your coconut shampoo and it smells good and helps calming her.

"You're going to be okay, just breathe. In and out" you soothe her in a soft voice. She listens to your sweet voice, not realizing that she's no longer clutching onto her bunny and instead she's clutching onto your shirt.

Her breathing calms, no longer erratic. You place a hand on the back of her head. Running your fingers through her auburn hair. "You're my little baby?" You ask her, picking up on how she's regressed. You've lived a long time and know about more things than others may think instead of just going on murder sprees.

"Huh?" Hope looks up at you, her voice small and eyes doe. "It's okay, you're my little one. If that's what you want, I can be your momma" you hold her in your lap and hand her the stuffed bunny that she discarded.

"My mommy?" She asks in the same small voice. "Your mommy" you place a soft kiss against her forehead.

She cuddles into you, bunny in one arm, and the other wrapped around the back of your shoulder blades and neck.

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[queer-overwatch]

Omg hi! We need more venture! And im having major brainrot of Venture and how they might be with kids! What if Reader and Sloane went to one of those itty bitty play dig sight activities and just see little kids brushing sand away from (fake) fossils! Like how will they react seeing a little kid learning about dinosaurs from Venture?

OR!

Reader having to babysit their niece or nephew and Venture is there along the way. And the just their niece/nephew just absolutely love listening to Sloane’s stories!

Im sorry if this is too much! You dont have to do this! Or you can just do whatever! I love your work and finally we can get more Venture love!

Venture with readers Niece!

It's not to much at all! I really like the idea of Venture being a parent personally- decided to do a one-shot for this one, hope u like it anon! -Frisk

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"Heeey, Sloane-? Sooooo quick question, how do you feel about 5 year olds-?" You grin sheepishly, standing behind Venture who was at their desk, studying a rock from an ancient Roman burial sight they found.

"Oh I love kids! They're always so cute, even though they can be brats sometimes- why you askin?" They put down the rock as they talk, turning to look at you curiously.

"Well, my sibling asked me if I could babysit today, and I may have said yes without thinking of the fact that you'd have to deal with my niece too." You laugh nervously, really hoping they won't be upset. You knew they loved kids so you weren't too worried about it, but you also weren't sure if they'd planned to do something today.

"Aw really!? I've haven't gotten to meet your family before! That's so cool! Does your niece like history?! I really hope she does- I love telling people about my discoveries! Do you think she likes eating rocks too-?" Venture, just as enthusiastic as ever, bombards you with questions about your family. You let out a sigh of relief as you try your best to answer all of their many, many, many questions, trying your best to keep them contained as you wait for your sister to drop off your niece, "Venture you are not feeding my niece rocks."

"Aww, but these ones are so cool!"

"I will chip another one of your teeth if you convince her to eat a rock."

"GASP! Betrayal!"

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"Of course, see you later! Love you too!" You gently usher your niece inside as you part ways with your sibling, now stuck babysitting for the next five hours.

Venture stands just behind the door, a nervous feeling in the back of their head. Despite being slightly worried your niece wouldn't like them, they were still super excited! They really hoped she would like them so she would tell your sibling good things about them and your sibling would finally want to meet them! And, of course, they were also hoping your niece would like to hear the story's Venture had to share.

As soon as you're niece is five steps in the door, Venture makes themselves known, jumping in front of her with their hands on their hips, in a sort of superhero pose.

"Hey there, little miss! How'd you get in here, huh?" They kneel down, a light tone in their voice as they tease her. "Mi amor! I think we've got an intruder on our hands!"

You shut the front door as you laugh to yourself, moving to stand next to Venture and rest one hand on their shoulder, slightly leaning against them. "Yeah, I think we do! We've gotta send 'em to the interrogation room!"

You scoop up your niece, laughing as she squirm around in your arms, cleary enjoying all the attention.

You both bring her to Venture's work space, setting her down in their chair and trying your hardest to look serious as you "interrogate" her.

"Who might you be, hm? And why are you here?!" Venture starts, poking your niece's cheek as they question her.

Your niece, while giggling, manages to answer their questions pretty well in your opinion. "I'm Charlotte! I'm here 'cuz my momma wants me to be!" She huffs, hands on her hips with the most adorable, smug face you've ever seen.

Venture nods along as she answers, clearly taking this so, so very seriously. "Well then, I suppose you can stick around, as long as you like to learn about history!" They laugh, picking her up and tucking her under their arm, bringing them to a spare room where they keep a few of their favorite artifacts they've they've found to show off.

"This one is from Greece! I got to go there for a week last year! And this one if from a remote area in northern Canada! Found that during my first year with the Wayfinders!" They point out different rocks and other things you can't quite identify, easily answering any questions your niece throws their way.

You stand in the doorway, smiling to yourself and admiring just how sweet Venture can be, wondering how in the world you got lucky enough to be dating them.

Your mind wanders, wondering what Venture would be like if the two of you had a kid. It wasn't something you thought about too often, but seeing how sweet they were with your niece, you couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever want kids of their own.

Obviously it wouldn't be anytime soon, you were both far too busy for that, but one day, maybe.

"Amor! Come here! You gotta listen to this story too! This cool little coin is from the Renaissance Era!" Venture snaps you out of your thoughts, holding a little golden coin up for you to see.

You move to stand next to them, taking your niece out of their arms and holding her yourself, both of you listening intently to Ventures story. Clearly, you're niece and you had one thing in common, you both absolutely adored the wonderful nerd you were dating.

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[chrisevansonly]

Daddy's Girl

Dad!Chris Evans x WifeReader

Summary: Even at 4 months old your sweet baby girl is so enamoured and in love with her dad, just like she is for him. His entire world in his arms whenever he has the chance, getting to see your husband be a father is one of the best gifts you’ve ever received

Warnings: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Dad!Chris because we love that, yeah it's just a whole comfort fic let's be honest

A/N: My last fic made me lowkey mad so I decided to rectify that with a sweet, self indulgent dad chris fic because thinking of him being a dad just makes my heart so happy, and yeah. It did make me slightly sad because I wish I had a dad like this, and growing up with abuse happening to me from the ages of 4 to 23, I truthfully don’t know what love like this feels like, but I hope I captured it to some extent

Word Count: 912

Sweet little Arlie Mae Evans came into your lives four months ago and ever since that day has brought nothing but smiles and endless love to your home. She was the light of your lives, and the absolute apple of her father’s eye, Chris would do anything in the world for his baby girl, just like he would for you. The day you gave birth to the four pound three ounce bundle of joy, Chris was beside himself, his usually calm composer replaced by tears of happiness as he held onto you, thanking you repeatedly for giving him the gift of a daughter. Seeing him as a father was an absolute dream come true, just like watching them right now as Arlie lay in her little plastic bathtub that rested in the sink. Warm water falling gently from a plastic cup Chris held in his hand, onto her soft little chubby belly, a gummy smile on her face as her blue eyes searched around the room”

you love bath time don’t you little bird..just like your momma”

Standing in the entrance of the kitchen to let them have their space, you couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that spread throughout you, the sight before your eyes enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you held them back 

“My Arlie girl, you have no idea just how special you are to us yet, someday you will princess, I’ll make sure to tell you every day about how much we love you, every hour if you want” 

You smiled watching him rub his thumb along her tiny cheek before kissing her forehead gently. After watching for a few more minutes, you grabbed her fluffy bear towel and walked over, placing a hand on his back so you wouldn’t startle him, Arlie’s eyes lighting up when she realized you were there 

“Who’s that baby huh? That momma bringing us a nice fluffy towel? Yeah, she’s gonna bundle you up really good” 

You leaned into his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your head before you lay the towel against your shoulder and lifted your little girl up and into your arms, the brown fabric of the towel engulfing her tiny body as she rested against you, head laying on your collarbone

“Sweet angel, did you have a good bath with daddy? You smell all nice and clean”

You rubbed a hand on her back softly on the way over to the couch where you had a sleeper waiting for her, a pout on her face when the cold air hit her, causing you to coo at her to try and distract her 

“I know honey, I know it’s cold, one second baby…”

You put her in her sleeper as gently but quickly as possible because she started to squirm and the room filled with little cries, that thankfully did not turn into louder sobs, you hated when that happened, your heart tightening listening to her crying, you wanted to make sure she had whatever she needed to keep her happy and healthy. Once she was zipped up you picked her up and cradled her to you, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch, her eyes beginning to close as you pulled a blanket up and over the two of you. Smiling down at her you barely registered Chris walking into the room with a cup of tea for you and some snacks, pausing to admire the two of you cuddled up 

“I will never get over the sight of my girls bundled up on the couch, I could frame this moment”

You blushed patting the spot beside you, lifting the blanket to let him slide under and over to you, turning your back to lean against him so he could wrap his arms around you. Moments like these since Arlie was born being the focal point of each and every day no matter good or bad, your little family was everything and more 

“I love you, thank you for taking such good care of us my love”

You tilted your head back enough to connect your lips to Chris’s before settling back against his shoulder blade 

“I will always do everything in my power to keep you two safe, healthy, and happy, I love you so much angel, there are no words to describe how thankful I am for you, and for our daughter. You allowing me to be a father and a parent with you, is something I will cherish for the rest of my life.”

At his words you felt the emotion bubble in your throat, Chris has always had a way with words when it came to you but seeing him be a father in action each and every day only solidified just how much he cared for and loved you and Arlie. You two were the luckiest girls on the planet just as he’d say he’s the luckiest man on the planet. Chris as a dad was something you’d both talked about in the 6 years you were together before she came along, and as you both snuggled up on the couch, all those conversations and wishes of a family you both talked of, had come full circle. You had your own version of the picture perfect family, and in this quiet moment as the fire crackled softly, and an old movie played in the background, you had found your happiness, and you had found your home.

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[f10werfae]

Daddy’s a builder

Pairing:Husband!Construction!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: When the kids want a treehouse? Chris comes to the rescue. When the kids want lunch? Oh that’s momma’s specialty ‼️Southern Dilf Chris Fluff‼️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

“Ya alright sugar?” I asked creeping up behind my gorgeous wife, her lovely self making our family a small lunch as a break from the work outside. Her pink apron gave her a domestic look along with her strawberry patterned dress, her lavender scent filling my nostrils as I approached her from behind.

My hands couldn’t help but land on her ass, it was practically asking me to touch it.

“What d'ya need honey?” She asked sweetly, her head turning to look at me, her fingers stopping midway cutting up a sandwich into triangles.

“Jus you” I whined playfully, wrapping my arms around her waist to bring her against my chest, hearing her giggle fill my ears, my lips attaching themselves to the back of her ear where she had a tiny tattoo. A small “C.E” just for me to see and know about it.

“Baby what if the kids come in?” In truth, I didn’t care if they did, so what if they see me being affectionate with the love of my life?

“Sweetheart, is it a crime to see their ma and pa so in love with each other?” I questioned, watching her face turn red as she shook it shyly.

“Ya almost done out there?” Y/n turned around in my arms, her hands going to my face as she scratched my beard with her newly painted nails, her eyes dazing into mine. “Nearly precious, the kids are already tryna climb the frickin thing” I laughed, looking out the glass door to see my now 6 year old Noah and 4 year old Leonora attempting to climb the trunk but clearly failing.

“Awk hun look at them, they’re so cute” I watched my wife pout, her rosy lips jutting out adorably, her pregnancy glow making her that even more beautiful. We both said we wanted a huge family and hell were we gonna get one. I even made the house we lived in big enough for that, enough bedrooms and lots of yard space for the little buggers to mess about in.

“You’re so cute” Grabbing onto her face I pressed a needy kiss onto her lips, the overwhelming amount of love I felt for this woman taking over. “Go get the kids hun, their food’s ready” She laughed shoving me off playfully, causing me to shake my head and go off back into the back yard.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“NOAH, LEONORA, MOMMA HAS YOUR FOOD” I heard Chris shout by the porch, he knelt down with his tatted arms out, in nothing but work trousers, waiting for each kid to launch themselves into his arms like always. He hoisted them up with one on each hip, Leonora's growing curls bouncing crazily, whilst Noah's pin straight hair looked hectic with the amount of rolling around they did.

“Look at my tiny goblins, lookin' all cute n' scruffy like their daddy” I joked kissing each of them on the cheek and lifting then each into their own chairs in the dining room.

To say I got lucky with Chris was such an understatement, there’s no one else I would rather grow a family with. Hell now that I was 6 months pregnant, I couldn’t keep him off me. He had taken on the role of a father so darn well from when we first had Noah, his construction mind coming into play when making the crib and rocking chair. Heck as soon as the kids even mentioned a treehouse, Chris had started a rant of ‘ daddy’s a builder, he can build you your own spaceship, ain’t no need for some fancy contractor to pay for'

“What ya thinkin in that pretty lil' head of yours momma” He whispered into my ear as we watched the kids scoff down their sandwiches and fries, Noah just letting Leonora take his extra chips knowing she wanted them more than he did.

“Jus how lucky I got with ya hun” I replied smiling up at him, the pencil behind his ear wiggling when a ginormous smile came up onto his face. “If you weren’t knocked up already, I woulda knocked you up tonight” He growled playfully, his hands squeezing my hips affectionately.

“Ya wanna see the playhouse so far?” He asked, with both kids preoccupied with trading bits of food, I couldn’t help but agree and follow him out hand-in-hand. He helped me out slowly over the step and down the porch,

“What d'ya think precious? It’s a bit rough on the edges but with a bit of work-“

“I love it Chris” Interrupting him, I subconsciously put my hand onto my stomach,

“Our kids are so lucky to have you, you’re such a good daddy” I replied looking up at him through the hot August sun, his now sun-kissed tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight.

“You do so much for our babies, I really couldn’t ask for anythin more hun”

“Yeah but i’ll never forget the first person I called 'baby'” He joked winking at me, pulling me closer to him, one of his hands going to rest on my stomach as usual. “Then over there baby by the pool, i’m gonna put up a tyre swing so the little muckers have somethin else to do, n' over by the shrubs i’m thinkin of a teahouse for Leonora and possibly other girls to come?” He peered with questioning eyes, one eyebrow raised as he asked the question.

“Ya frickin crazy Chris, how many kids ya want?” I laughed out as he brought us over to sit on the swinging chair nearer to the porch under the shade of our apple tree. “Enough to keep our house as crazy as it already is gorgeous, plus ya know you’re irresistible right? Can’t get enough of ya”

He teased pressing kisses from my neck up to my cheek, his arm around my waist caressing my side slowly as we just looked at each other lovingly.

“God I love ya more than I can imagine Chris”

“Gosh save it for the bedroom sweetheart” Hitting his chest gently I scooted away from him on the swinging bench,

“Awk precious don’ be like that, don’t leave ya baby daddy all alone over 'ere. Your poor poor husband jus wants some lovin'. Ya know I love you more than life itself bug”

With one arm he reached around my waist and pulled me into his side, with both of my feet now onto the bench also I leaned into his chest, basically laying on him.

“Momma?” I heard a small voice say from inside, “Out here angel”

Seconds later I saw Noah and Leonora walk out hand in hand, Leonora slightly stumbling with her steps, Noah had been so patient wit her. I couldn’t have asked for Leonora to have a better older brother.

“Can we play with 'odger” Leonora stuttered out,

“Course buddy, he’s over by the tree jus waitin' on yall to play” Chris replied, one hand in my hair as he pointed them in the direction of rhe sun bathing Dodger. Both kids instantly running in his direction chasing him, throwing the ball for him and giving him a multitude of cuddles.

“I’ll jus give the treehouse a run over with the vacuum and broom, n' it’ll be all good for them tomorrow”

“Ya realise they’ll live in that for as long as they can right babe?“

“Well at gives us more alone time doesn' it?”

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Little Stinker

Flufftober Day 30: Pumpkin Carving

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 21's Story: Good Punkins. Steve and Little Dude have my whole heart I stg. I can't believe that we only have one more day! This was such a fun experience and I think I'm a much better writer than I was when I started. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow for the last day of Flufftober!

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Your little family had gone to the pumpkin patch on Saturday, little dude had been so tired that he passed out in his car seat on the way home and didn’t even stir when you lifted him out of his car seat and into the house.

However, in all of his five and half years on this planet, Caleb James has never slept past 7:00 am. That is why you were not at all surprised when the door to yours and Steve’s shared bedroom creaked open at about 7:05.

“Momma.” Caleb had whispered. Trying to climb up onto the very tall bed that you and your husband shared. “Momma gotta get up. Gotta put faces on our punkins.” 

“CJ, it’s too early to carve our pumpkins. We can do that in the afternoon, okay baby?” You pulled him up from his armpits and swung him over your body. Landing him in the space between you and Steve. “Plus, Mommy needs her cuddles. Can I have some cuddles, baby boy?” 

“Course Momma, I loves your cuddles.”

“And I love yours, baby.” 

“Do I get some cuddles too?” Steve’s sleep-coated voice rasped from beside you. His large arm curled around your waist and pulled both you and Caleb into his chest. His other arm came around from his side and trapped you and the little man in a bear hug.

“Daddy!” Caleb giggled. “You’re squeezing me!”

“Am I?” Steve asked. Squeezing the two of us a little tighter.

“Yeah, Daddy you’re squeezing too tight!” Caleb fought to say in between his giggles. Steve loosened his arms just a little bit, still holding firmly but allowing some space. 

“Cuddles for a little bit then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about what to do with the pumpkins okay?” You asked your boys.

“Otay Momma,” Caleb said as he snuggled deeper into your chest. Slow mornings like this were your favorite. Just being able to exist with the people you love most in the world made everything worth it.

Your family sat in bed for another hour or two, Caleb drifted in and out of sleep and you and Steve just watched each other and your baby in content silence. 

Eventually, your husband's super metabolism caught up to him, and his stomach started to growl. He looked sheepish and a little bit upset that he had ruined the moment. You just laughed and kissed his forehead and your son’s before slipping out of bed and making your way downstairs to start breakfast.

If there was one thing Caleb had inherited from his father it was his appetite. Your boys would go through mountains of food if they could. For this breakfast, you made pancakes, some with chocolate chips for Caleb and some with banana slices for Steve. You cooked some scrambled eggs and fried up some sausage and bacon. You cut and peeled fruit to make a fruit salad, juiced oranges, and set the table. By the time you were done, your kitchen looked like a photoshoot for a cookbook. 

All that food only lasted your boys about thirty minutes though, before the table was cleared and Steve was up and cleaning the dishes and countertops.

“Can we put faces on our punkins now Momma?” Caleb had asked. 

“Sure baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while Daddy and I bring in the pumpkins from the car?” You had barely finished your question before your little man was racing up the stairs toward his room to get himself ready for the day.

You laughed and finished the last bit of the coffee left in your mug before you slipped on some shoes and made your way out to your car. You grabbed a pumpkin under each arm and started heading back inside. Before you made it more than three steps your show-off husband had taken them out of your arms and back inside.

It seemed like Steve wouldn’t let you lift any pumpkins this year, even if it was just from your car to your house. 

You had begun to get the kitchen table all set up for carving pumpkins. You covered the table in newspaper and grabbed three mixing bowls from your cabinets. You grabbed Sharpies and tape, some paper to draw on, and all the different kinds of knives that you’d need. 

By the time everything was set up, Caleb was making his way downstairs, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s punkin time Momma!” He yelled.

“Yeah baby, time to carve our pumpkins.” Three pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table. Two of them were pretty large, with one flater side perfect for carving. Those were the ones Caleb had picked for you and Steve. His own was slightly smaller but taller rather than wider. 

“What do you want to carve on your pumpkin little man?” You asked Caleb after helping him up onto the chair, making sure that he was okay to stand and wouldn’t fall.

“Uncle Tony!” 

“You want to carve Uncle Tony’s face on your pumpkin?”

“No Momma, not his face. His mask, the one on the suit.”

“You want to carve the Iron Man face baby?” 

“Yeah Momma, and you can carve Auntie Nat’s widow and Daddy can carve his shield!’

“You want us to have Avenger pumpkins buddy?” Steve asked. “I thought you wanted faces?”

“Mine will have a face. Uncle Tony’s mask has a face.”

He had a point. “Okay little man, let's look at how to draw Uncle Tony’s mask.”

Twenty minutes later, Steve had finished sketching each design on your pumpkin, you had forgone doing Nat’s symbol for doing an actual spider. You’d made sure to include the signature hourglass shape on the back of the sider though, just to keep on theme.

Steve had grumbled the whole time he was drawing Tony’s mask. “He’s my kid?” “Why does he want Tony’s mask?” “My shield is so cool.” All muttered under his breath.

“Steve honey, to Caleb you’re just dad. You’re not Captain America, the first super soldier. You're the man who makes dinner and takes him to the park. He thinks Tony’s mask is cool, sure. But he loves you.”

“How do you always have the right words?” Steve asked you, sharpie still gripped in his hands.

“You have your powers I have mine.” You teased, kissing him chastely. 

“Momma help.” Caleb had called out from the kitchen table.

“What do you need help with baby,?” You moved across the room towards him.

“Can you cut the top open so I can get the guts out?’ he asked.

“Absolutely buddy, I’ll cut off the top and then you can use your spoon to get in here okay?” You grabbed the serrated knife from the table. You began to see at the top of the pumpkin, making sure to keep it as neat as you could. So that the lid could be put back on when you brought them back outside.

Steve stood back and watched you help Caleb with his pumpkin. Overwhelmed with love, he took out his phone and sent a picture to the group chat. 

Avengers-themed pumpkins, courtesy of little dude. The text message read.

He snapped a few more photos of you with your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth like it usually did when you were focused. You finished cutting the top off of Caleb’s pumpkin and started on yours. Eventually moving on to Steve’s as well. 

Steve and Caleb were on scooping duty, given that you absolutely couldn’t stand pumpkin insides. They smelled and looked horrible and you just couldn’t deal with them. While the boys were scooping, you were warming up some apple cider that you had bought at the farm yesterday along with the pumpkins. You weren’t expecting to be ambushed by your husband when you returned to the table though.

Steve held in his hands a spoon piled high with pumpkin insides. He and Caleb were both giggling like children and Steve counted down from three before chasing you with the spoon.

You shrieked and ran away, hearing the cackling of your little boy from somewhere behind you. “Steve!” You ducked and dodged. “Steven Grant! I swear to all that is holy.” He continued to chase him, laughing along with Caleb who was still perched on his chair at the dining table. You managed to circle Steve and dashed towards your son. 

You grabbed onto Caleb and held him in front of you like a human shield. “What’s your move, Rogers.” You raised your eyebrow at your husband. “Drop the spoon and nobody gets hurt.” You pulled Caleb closer to you. 

"You wouldn’t dare.” Was Steve’s response, matching your raised eyebrow. 

“Watch me.” In one fell swoop, you dropped your hands to Caleb’s sides and started tickling the little boy. His laugh increased in pitch and he started trying to wriggle out of your hold.

"It’s up to you Honey, I don’t know how much longer he can last.” You laughed and continued to tickle your little boy, making sure that he was still having fun at the same time.

“You’re an evil woman you know that?” Steve asked you before theatrically placing the spoon down on the table. You stopped ticking Caleb as soon as the spoon was down and both you and Steve chuckled to yourself as his giggles died down and he tried to catch his breath.

“That was funny Momma.” He told you.

“What was funny, Daddy chasing me with yucky pumpkin guts or all the tickles?"

“Both.” 

“Oh yeah?” You blew a raspberry on the side of his cheek. “You’re a little stinker.”

“The stinkiest” Steve agreed.

Caleb began to laugh once again and you and Steve followed suit.

Moments like this made all of it worth it. Steve's mind echoed your thoughts from that morning. Having both you and Caleb was like a dream come true. He would do it all over again if it meant that he would have you. That much he was sure of. Even if his son wanted a Tony Stark pumpkin for Halloween.

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[mrvlbimbo]

I just know that bimbo! reader is the mom that all the kids teachers and friends have a crush on 😭 like when the triplets are in elementary and she goes to pick up the boys by herself I know the teachers be trying to flirt with her. Or the boys friends always wanna come over and talk to their momma LMAO

Aaaaand the trend of every man and woman in Hawkins’s being in love with her continues.

<3 She’s always alone when she picks up the boys because Eddie won’t go with her (He’s worried his kids will be bullied bc of him)

<3 So she goes by herself and people assume that she’s single because her kids go to a private school outside of Hawkins and the ppl there don’t rlly know her and Eddie

<3 Her kids are rlly friendly (they take after her in that way) and they make a lot of friends

<3 And one of these friends has a single dad :0

<3 He thinks he’s being really cool and sneaky abt it when he asks if he and his son can come over so their kids can have a play date

<3 she’s like “oh great, we have a pool btw.” And maybe she winks just a little, because she has a habit of winking at the end of a conversation for no reason.

<3 but this dude totally thinks he’s going to get lucky with her

<3 Her, being the oblivious sweetheart she is, goes home super excited and tells Eddie all about it and he’s instantly like “hmmmm. Sounds fishy.”

<3 when they arrive she practically skips to the door, Eddie close behind her so he can do his protective husband shtick.

<3 She can barely open the door bc he’s got his arms wrapped around her waist and he’s kissing all over her neck.

<3 (with no malice) she swats him away and asks him to grab drinks

<3 she opens the door with this big smile on her face greeted both of them with a hug “oh hi Roy!”

<3 She leans down to talk to the kid “hi Johnny, the boys are in the sunroom. I’ve got some snacks in there if you want.”

<3 the kid brushes past her and into the house, she hoped he would be able to find his way around.

<3 “big house you got, must get lonely.” It’s so clear he’s trying to size up if she has a husband, glancing into the house behind her and then to her fingers to look for a ring.

<3 he’s met with the sight of an array of rings on her hands, any of which could be a wedding ring.

<3 “it’s a big family. You need a lot of space for three boys,” she replies, completely oblivious to his motive.

<3 “and more on the way if I can help it.” Eddie sneaks up behind her, slipping an arm around her shoulder and reaching out to shake Roy’s hand with the other.

<3 to an outside viewer it seems perfectly friendly but on the inside Eddie is seething at the way this guy is looking at his wife

<3 “did you get drinks, baby?” She askes, giggling when he kisses her on the cheek.

<3 “mmm. Forgot,” he murmers, hiding his face in her neck to avoid her gentle scowl.

<3 she goes to fix the drinks instead, knowing Eddie likes the way she makes them better anyways.

<3 this leaves the two men alone to subtly glare at eachother.

<3 when she gets back they instantly straighten up, mostly because they don’t want to make their growing feud obvious. But also a little bit because she had changed into her bikini

<3 it’s a small pink number with a sheer skirt attached to the bottom, which does nothing to cover her ass even if that was maybe the intention.

<3 “fuckin hell babe. Lookin good.” He practically growls, pulling her into an intense kiss. Their lips smacking together for far longer than was appropriate in front of company, especially with his hands ghosting down her sides to grab a handful of her ass. “Bring my drink out to the pool, I’m gonna go get changed.”

<3 when he gets back, in all of his ratty band tee and black board shorted glory he’s upstaged by his wife’s new friend, very much shirtless and very much ripped

<3 he’s got that like that silver Fox 6-pack and biceps the size of Eddie’s head and he just kinda shrinks back and sits down quietly

<3 “Eds baby, take your shirt off you’re gonna get a funny tanline.”

<3 “oh I don’t want to take away from the main show,” he scoffs, gesturing at the man in the pool.

<3 “but babeee. You’re so sexy shirtless,” she whines, grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

<3 he hesitantly peels the shirt off, tossing it down on the patio. “next to that guy I look like a scrawny teenager,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his now bare chest.

<3 “Eds. I love the way you look.” She gets off her chair and crawls into his lap, her warm skin pressed against his.

<3 “I know baby. It’s just…when I look at you and then look at me… I can’t help but think you deserve someone who looks like that.”

<3 “Eddie, you’re my husband and the father of my kids. I don’t want anyone else, I never will,” she assures him, her fingers clutch at his chest as she slowly drags her lips against his.

<3 “mhm.” His fingers are needing at the flesh of her hips, almost enough pressure to leave bruises.

<3 they pull away from eachother when one of their kids yells “ew gross, leave mommy alone.” (They’re very protective and anti-pda)

<3 she lies on his chest, tracing his tattoos (her favorite is the one of her name right above his heart)

<3 the soft touch mixed with the fact she’s barely wearing anything is getting him embarrassingly hard

<3 “hey Roy. Can you watch the kids for a sec we got uh… laundry emergency,” he yelps out before picking her up and toting her into the house.

<3 in his defense they do fuck in the laundry room so he wasn’t completely lying about that part

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[crabdrabbles]

Graves + Shadows Headcanons Part 3 [Part 1] [Part 2] Words: 766

Praise for DAYS. Did Shadow 5-8 get a good shot on the target? Punch in the shoulder at the end of the mission and a bright grin “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, 5-8!”, 

“Atta’girl, 6-12, I couldn’t’ve done that better myself.”

“Keep it up, 10-4!” Reaches over and brings them into a side hug and ruffles their hair like a proud dad. 

Coming back to Graves having a lot of respect for his soldiers, remember that scene in SWCW where it's like

"We're clones, sir, we're meant to be expendable..." "Not to me."

Yeah that's Graves.

He has kept every set of dog tags that belonged to Shadows that died during missions. They’re kept locked away in a box, safely tucked away.

A lot of Shadows were previously mercenaries, even criminals, but they are good at what they do which is why they get hired in the first place. Not to mention that Graves sees hiring them as a way to give them a second chance at life. 

Shepherd has learnt that the way to make Graves do what he wants is by threatening his Shadows. He could very easily dissolve the entire company in a day and expose Graves for technically harbouring wanted criminals.  

Yes, Shepherd called him a ‘dog with a bone’, but he’s more like a Dragon with a hoard. His hoard being his soldiers.

Some rando who was visiting the base once snapped at a Shadow, calling them a ‘stupid fucking mercenary’. That was his mistake when Graves had to be restrained by 3 of his own men. 

“What the fuck did you just say to them? You’d best walk outta my base before I make you leave in a goddamn body bag!”

As shown above, he goes absolutely feral if someone ever insults any of his soldiers.

“Be quiet, sergeant, your betters are talking.” Said some hoity Commander who hasn’t stepped foot in a battlefield in over a decade. Suddenly, it feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out like a vacuum. All eyes go to Graves as he glares long and hard at the man. 

“Apologise. Now.” “What–” “I said: apologise, ‘fore I show you my own version of ‘southern hospitality’.”

Compulsory language lessons. Every Shadow has to know at least 2 languages, English and another language of their choosing. Missions sometimes rely heavily on communication, so fluency in different languages is important.

Graves knows several languages himself, but his pronunciation is downright awful. Sometimes he makes his accent worse because it’s funny watching the horror in people’s eyes when he speaks. 

One of his Shadows has a tendency of crawling around in the vents in the base and because he’s not really harming anyone, Graves lets him do as he pleases. Because of the habit, however, and the fact he’s somehow able to go around almost silently through the metal vents, he’s earned an affectionate nickname amongst the Shadows; Roach. 

Graves doesn’t get along with family. Don’t get him wrong, he has some semblance of respect for his Momma cause she taught him good manners and other things like how to cut hair and how to cook a hearty meal for 12 people, but she was a narcissistic bitch when it came down to it and he took a lot of pleasure cutting her out of his life the second he was able to. 

He never met his father, and doesn’t much care for him, either. 

Paid leave/Holidays? Check. Paternity/Maternity leave? Check. Bed ed and board? Check. Medical and dental plan? You know it. Any possible benefit that can come with a job, being a Shadow has. 

No matter what they’re doing, if Graves does a run up to them, they will always catch their Commander. 

Is the first or last port of call when a fight/argument breaks out. It depends on how out of hand it's gotten in the space of about 15 minutes. Usually people don’t want to interrupt whatever the Commander’s doing and invoke his wrath.

“They started it!” “Well I’m endin’ it!”

Has the type of authority that if he were to suddenly yell at a recruit “Drop it. Now!” Everyone in earshot would absolutely drop whatever they were holding even if the comment wasn’t directed at them. 

There’s a Shadow that’s the largest of the entire company– but he is the biggest scaredy cat and coward anyone has ever met, which makes people wonder why he’s even in Shadow Company. The reality is that, despite being a coward, he’s damn intimidating. Perfect for him to shadow hover behind Graves during mission briefs and so forth.

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[masterofengene]

&TEAM reaction to you catching a cold.

Warnings: none mild cursing but nothing crazy.

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K

This poor man. He's so worried. He knows he has to balance his responsibility with being an idol, but he is ready to cancel his schedules at a moments notice.

Brings you hot tea and calls his mom to ask for home remedies.

If you're running a fever, it's over. He's staying with you. Cancel all his plans. He is gotta have a cool wet rag pressed to your forehead at all times.

He will help you out with anything and everything.

He tries to give you space not wanting to overwhelm you. But the moment he notices you sniffling he is at your side.

"I'm on my way."

Fuma

He is gonna be smiling through the pain.

He wants to help you out any way he can, and he knows that if you are sick the last thing you would want is for someone to be putting a damper on your attitude.

He's gonna try and kep your spirits lifted, while taking care of you. He's gonna sing to you while giving you medicine.

Putting on your favorite movies are a must.

He is gonna massage your sore muscles while telling you stories.

He will carry you everywhere, you don't even have to ask.

He does /not/ want you to over exert yourself.

He will bring you your favorite food.

He's gonna make you take so many naps.

"Nap time, movie time."

Nicholas

If you are sick, he is too. It was probably his fault to start with.

You guys are attached at the hip. So if one of you starts sneezing, it's GAME OVER.

It's like both of your colds feed off of eachother.

Both of you are whining and complaining like babies.

You guys are hot and cold at the same time, struggling to find that happy medium.

The rest of &Team can't help but laugh out loud at the two of you.

Both of you bickering because "I can't believe both of us are sick."

Buying a thing of tissues to keep on the bed at all times. Calling it the "emergency stash"

EJ

He is gonna buy you all of your comfort foods. He is more worried about your emotional well being, he knows you're gonna be fine in a day or two.

Ice cream. Bubble tea. Whatever you like he is gonna give it to you. All you have to do is mention it and he is gonna order it right away.

He let's you control the thermostat, so it soothes your fever even if he is sweating or freezing.

He is gonna be so worried about you. If he can't be with you he is gonna be texting you every 20 minutes to check in and make sure you are okay.

Please he worries so much. Especially about you.

He's gonna kiss your cheek ever so often. But he claims he is checking your temperature. (He just wants to love you)

Yuma

Since he is very into herbal tea and things like that, be prepared to have so much hot tea.

He's gonna make it every way that he knows how. Just for you, so feel special

When he walked into your apartment and only saw you on your bed under a mass of blankets, he felt it in his soul.

He didn't say anything at all and just went straight to your kitchen and started to work his magic.

You felt better the next day.

When he came back he pulled you into him (like a baby) and was very insistent on you finishing the cup of tea he had made for you.

Makes sure that you do get up every once in a while and walk around.

Plenty of hot water and tea.

Jo

He has no idea what he is doing pt. 1

Please, he loves you, but don't come near him. He does not wanna get sick.

He's gonna try and help you feel better, give you your medicine and things like that.

But cuddles and things like that. No. He will jump away from you.

He cannot stand being sick. He's there for emotional support.

He makes it up to you when you are no longer sick.

Takes you out to eat and gives you all the hugs you could possibly want.

Harua

He gives off momma boy vibes. I can't explain it.

He makes you home made chicken noodle soup. Everything is from scratch.

He even went to the doctor with you. (If you wanted him to)

He googles ways to help you relax and feel better.

He gives you a spoonful of honey as a natural remedy when you mention your throat is sore.

Movie marathon. He will stay in bed with you all day, he is gonna make sure that nothing worries you.

Taki

Has no idea what he is doing pt. 2

He is slightly better than jo though.

He is gonna hold your hand ans kiss your knuckles, but. He will hold his breath when you breath in his direction.

Will give you a whole variety of korean and Japanese cold medicine.

Give him 8 hours and he will have you on your feet. TRUST.

He makes sure you aren't allergic to anything then he's handing you a glass of hot water and boom.

Medicine.

He's very logical though.

Maki

Surprisingly, I think he knows what he's doing

He gives off the vibe that he was the kid who always caught a cold. So he knows alot of remedies and quick fixes.

If none of his own tricks worked he would call his mom or dad.

"OKAY so I just got off the phone with my dad and he said to hold a cold watch to your chin and it will help."

It's the most ridiculous things. But TRUST they work.

Even you in your sleepy state could tell they were ridiculous. You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

You're rather suprised when you're on your feet the next day

#&team #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team maki #&team jo #&team scenarios #&team taki #&team yuma #&team k #&team nicholas

[thegamingcatmom]

Evil Dead Rise...but gayer

Okay but imagine Ellie aka Maggot Mommy clapping eyes on you and yes there´s this urge to chase and rip and eat your soul and all (she´s still an evil ancient entity after all) but there´s also something else. And she/it doesn´t know what it is because she/it is an evil ancient entity which absolutely thrives on being a lil shithead just for the fun of it (that´s what I love most about Maggot Mommy and it´s what makes her stand out from other deadites imo).

Anyhow, Maggot Momma sees you, sprints towards you, only to stop inches away from your face and start sniffing you. Like, really sniffing you. All over.

It´s starting to get a bit uncomfortable and weird af actually and maybe now´s a good time to get the f outta there but jokes on you - you´re already being carried off, none too gently mind you (Maggot Momma still gotta learn how to human aight so leave her alone) and promptly plonked onto the floor in Ellie´s apartment. And while Deadite Mommy´s still thinking about her choices here (those being: eating you now or later) you snap out of it and actually try to make a run for it.

Only, you failed to notice there´s a whole fucking family of undead…whatever they are. Leering at you, creeping closer, coming way too close and suddenly they´re on top, all snapping teeth and snarling in your face and JUST when you thought this is it-

Maggot Momma´s set her eyes on you first and she WILL start whoopin some asses if the family even thinks about touching what isn´t theirs to devour.

So as the family scuttles off with their tails between their legs (cause Deadite Momma rules) only you and Deadite Ellie remain. But you´re still alive and kicking (for now), so I guess that´s a good thing (kinda)?

I just really LOVE this concept of evil, otherworldly creatures absolutely thriving on wreaking havoc and committing murder left and right. I LOVE evil entities being truly evil and staying true to who they are and what makes them so ASDFNSADFLASDF. They´re just pure evil and long for utter chaos and destruction…except when it comes to a certain someone. When it comes to them it´s more like (not so) little shit mode activated with a healthy dose of “I licks it, I keeps it” and JUST the right amount of sweetness (that being: looking at you rather unimpressed when you reprimand them for brutally slaughtering someone, again.)

Also, they can be the biggest pain in the ass, my god- (you kinda adore it though, almost).

(Btw, Maggot Mommy trying to bring that eyeball back up looked JUST like my cats when they´re about to absolutely explode after they´ve eaten too much cat grass. it´s actually kind of…adorable? Lmao.)

So here you are and for some reason, this demon has deemed you worthy enough to keep around for a bit longer and maybe it´s your smell that ended up being your saving grace or maybe it´s something totally different. Either way, somehow you´ve found your way right into the clutches of this family of…undead beings (zombies?) and The Mother is quite pleased indeed…

So yeah, I guess you could see this as some kind of Tarzan/Jane story? Just really (really) fucked up? And Deadite Momma is trying (and failing miserably) to human.

But also, there would be lots of sniffing and licking involved, just saying.

But also also:

(Ahem...)

So, after some really, really, really long time has passed you´ve come to realize you might not get munched on after all. Maggot Momma still gotta learn the basics of human behavior though, like personal space wha-? (You indulge her moods most of the time though since you quite like being alive and all and you´d rather it stayed that way…)

And it´s even better when Maggot Momma ain´t realizing she´s doing it. With time, being neck-deep into whatever part of you has become sort of a natural response whenever her human is near. Which happens to be quite often since there´s only so much space to be had when you gotta share it with a family of evil ancient entities who hear and see it all. (Taking a piss has never been more uncomfortable.)

Most times, Maggot Mommy is being extra touchy feely just because she knows it makes you feel hella weirded-out (and some other things) though. She´s still a lil shithead after all and that´s why we love her.

Aight so, things have somewhat calmed down a bit (meaning: you´re not in danger of being eaten alive anymore) and the Deadite!Kids have decided that playing “pranks” on you is a good way to pass time. Pranks that give you nightmares. Like sitting in front of you. In the middle of the night. Unblinking. Wearing a grin rivalling Cheshire Cat´s. And what´s with their neck-

A head´s not supposed to do that.

But fear not, for Momma´s there to soothe your fears. And she´s trying, she really is.

But it doesn´t really help your case when Maggot Momma´s speaking to you oh so sweetly in her dark, sultry, demonic voice while the remains of some poor soul - foolish (or brave?) enough to wander her territory - are still sticking to her face, between her teeth, that breath my god-

So after attempting to calm you down, Momma´s decided now´s a good time for that promised ass whoopin.

Which doesn´t help in calming you down either since Deadite!Momma reprimanding her Deadite!Kids for scaring the absolute crap outta you (something only SHE gets to do) sounds like hell itself has opened up to swallow you whole. In other words: it does not sound pretty, at all.

The kids try to make it up to you though. They start to provide for you, even. Only, leg hasn´t exactly been on the menu for you (yet) and that severed head they brought you today didn´t do much for you either.

You actually excused yourself for a minute to go to the bathroom. You´re not planning on coming back out any time soon.

Meanwhile:

(Patience isn’t exactly Maggot Mommy’s strong suit though, so you better not keep her waiting for too long…)

(2 mins later:)

#evil dead #evil dead rise #ellie evil dead rise #maggot mommy #maggot mommy and kids #evil dead rise spoilers #spoilers #fanfic idea #alyssa sutherland #morgan davies #gabrielle echols #nell fisher #evil dead rise...but gayer

[rhoorl]

Since it's holiday week . Made me think about our delta boys. Who would do what. Think Will would be the master chef. Frankie would help out. Benny ? He tried to help bless his heart. he would get in the way. Santi would make a few desserts. something from his childhood. Then the traditional pies.

Ok, so I received a submission (my first one!) asking how the boys would celebrate Thanksgiving. I love thinking of headcanons for them, especially around holidays or special occasions. For this, I’m answering in the context of my Delta Landscaping world. 

In DL, it’s established that Frankie grew up with Benny and Will. Frankie also had to assume a caretaker role early on for his sister. I think a lot have a headcanon that Frankie enjoys cooking and I do too. Whenever the boys have a BBQ at the Millers’ house, Frankie is at the grill or prepping other dishes. Since he’s a bit more on the reserved side, this was a way for him to still be involved but be able to focus on something that wasn’t just socializing, if that makes sense. It harkens back to when he was younger and he would sit in the kitchen with his Tias or with one of the Miller mommas and watch them and help out. 

So, needless to say, Frankie enjoys cooking and preparing a meal; it’s a way he shows love. When it comes to Thanksgiving, he has to take the lead in making a turkey or ham. Benny convinced him to deep fry a turkey a few years ago and it ended in a bit of a disaster, so from now on it’s an oven-roasted turkey, which he takes great pride in seasoning and basting (I swear I do not mean that in a dirty way, get your mind out of the gutter). While the turkey is cooking, he prepares a bunch of the sides. He's got it all down to a system.

Will is the organized, practical one so his duties include setting the table. A few years back, when he was engaged and planning a wedding, his mom gave him and his then-fiance some of the plates, glasses, napkins, and other assorted items she used to decorate for their big Thanksgiving dinners. He thought about giving it back to her after his fiance left, but he likes the memories these items bring of growing up and enjoying Thanksgiving with his brother, cousins, and extended family. He’ll try and help in the kitchen if Frankie needs it but otherwise, he tries to steer clear and watch football.

Benny is all about the snacks and apps. When it comes to cooking, bless his heart, Benny tries he really does, but he’s just not super good at it. He’s a bit of a bull in a china shop and ends up making a mess which annoys Frankie to no end. They bicker in the kitchen as they try and jostle for some space to prepare what they need. Benny loves a good dip and he’s perfected a great buffalo chicken dip. I know, not a traditional Thanksgiving food perhaps but it’s a crowd pleaser. The guys end up snacking on whatever he brings or makes while they watch football and wait for the meal to be ready.

Santiago brings some great wine to the dinner. I think I may have mentioned somewhere before that my headcanon for him is that he’s really into wine. He has a wine subscription box that comes every month and enjoys going to wineries and wine tastings. It started off as a way to impress a date but he’s actually quite enjoyed it, especially as he’s traveled the world. He also has a big sweet tooth and is the one to always bring dessert. He has a few staples he sticks to, but isn’t afraid to venture out and bring something new.

So what are the boys' favorite Thanksgiving food? I thought you’d never ask:

Although Frankie takes great pride in his turkey, he actually likes mac and cheese the best. He also prefers Thanksgiving leftovers to the actual meal itself. Will’s favorite is turkey, or ham if Frankie decides to cook it that year (once Frankie realized how much Will liked it, he started making it every year). Benny loves stuffing (or dressing depending on where you’re from). But, in a move that surprises everyone - mainly his mom - he loves green bean casserole too. Santiago is all about the dessert (hence why he always is in charge of it). He loves pumpkin pie and pecan pie, but he won’t turn down a sweet potato or cherry pie either. 

If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed my little Thanksgiving prep with the boys. If you are celebrating, I hope you have a good Thanksgiving, if you’re not, then I hope you have a great week!

#submission #delta landscaping #triple frontier headcanons #triple frontier au #francisco catfish morales #a very Delta Thanksgiving

[softtcurse]

The kids missed you

the harlow kids waiting for their dad’s return

My pet peeve is a camera in my face

Have you ever heard of personal space?

I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades

But now they starting to recognize the shades

Even if you hate me, you would trade

You would live this life too 'cause I got it made

I like my bed made, soon enough, I'll have a maid

When I buy a house, every surface gon' be suede

“Daddy when you coming home?” Mila asks as she holds your phone in her hands. Her hair was up in a small pink towel, her damp curls towel drying before you did her hair for the night. Ezra in his little mover walking around, chunky legs kicking in excitement when you walked in with a pacifier to keep him preoccupied before it was his turn to talk to this father.

“Soon baby, why? You miss your old man?” Jack asks with a grin as he watched his mini me look at him, her big eyes staring back into his soul.

“Your not old daddy!” Mila laughed and threw her head back. “Did you buy me somefing?”

“Mila, you know daddy is working. Not going out to get you all the toys to fill up your closet twice” You playfully scolded her and shook your head. You knew Jack would be back with toys for both of the kids. Even Ezra who has just barely started to stand up on his own.

“Hmmm I don’t know, have you been good for momma?”

“I have! Right momma? I help you wif Ezzie and clean up my toys?”

“She’s a very good helper baby, I’d be a shame on you if you didn’t bring her anything back”

“And i even ate all my dinner today” Mila held her head up high and smiled proudly. She had developed a habit of wanting to eat nothing but grilled cheese or a pb&j and refusing to eat anything else. But you took your time to introduce her to other new foods she might like. Which in return ended up with a clean plate that had been previously cut up with her dinner; marinated pork chops, with homemade Mac and cheese and some roasted veggies.

“Even the broccoli and carrots?” Jack eyes her threw the phone.

“Yes! I promise!”

“Okay then, if you’ve been good then I guesss I’ll buy you something I saw at the mall last night”

Your little girl couldn’t contain her excitement and she bounced on the bed with her knees.

“Go get your brush baby, so I can finish doing your hair before daddy has to go, and Ezzie can talk to him too”

Mila nods and hands you the phone, running off with her pajamas crinkled to one side.

“You ready to see your son?” You laugh and lift the camera so he could see you more clearly. You looked tired and you knew you did. But you were also a mom and that’s what it took. Your day consisted of waking up at 7 am since that’s when Mila usually woke up, and with that came Ezra deciding he was ready for the day. Running errands with two kids and then coming back in time to make lunch and get dinner prepped. You had no time to yourself and although it was very exhausting, it was all worth it to see your babies growing up right in front of your eyes. You knew many mothers didn’t have the luxury you did to stay at home with their kids. You felt very fortunate.

“Yeah but first I wanna talk to you, what you wearing underneath that shirt hmm?” Jack asked you, you see him start playing with his beard and a stupid grin on his face that you loved so much. It was one of the many reasons why you ended up pregnant twice.

“Nothing, because my boobs are leaking and it’s getting so annoying and I have carrot and peas gerbert all over my other shirt” You explained and smiled at Ezra who looked up at you with a giggle and a toothless smile.

“Damn, that’s so fucking sexy. Got me bricked up right now”

“You’re an ass” You laughed and shook your head. Tears nearly in your eyes on his much you laughed. He was a charmer at all means necessary.

“Mamamamama” You looked away from the phone to see Ezra. His head tilted to the side to try and see you better like the momma’s boy he was.

Flipping the camera you let Jack look at him.

“Definitely takes after his dad”

“You making sure mom’s not texting other motherfuck-“

“Jackman! No!”

“Damn full name, who hurt you?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Kneeling down next to Ezra and turning the camera back to the front view.

“Who’s that Ezzie? Are you so excited?” You asked your soon who started bouncing on his mover. Ezra shared the same smile as Jack it was almost scary. 9 months of having him inside you and he was like a copied imagine of Jack, more than Mila is. Ezra had a patch of curls already growing.

“My mannnnn, daddy misses you!” You see Jack’s eyes light up again at the sight of his other baby. He’d missed Ezra standing up and you remember how it had broken him to miss a milestone.

“Say ‘I ate all my dinner dada, and I was so good for momma during bathtime’ , tell me Ezzie” You grabbed Ezra’s chubby hand and moved it a little bit. Your son’s lips suckled on a pacifier and he brought up another hand and started reaching to the camera.

“Did you!?”

You watched as Mila ran back into the room, sitting next to Ezra’s moved on the floor to talk to Jack as much as she could before it was time for her.

You loved your family so much, and you knew it was milking Jack to be away from the both of them. You too, of course.

///

But for now, I got a concierge downstairs

All my neighbors are gray-haired

They don't recognize me and I don't think they care

But my Postmates can't believe that I stay here (fuck)

I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair

Visit my old teachers and tell 'em to take care

I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fare

I still remember the way there (way there)

Ain't a girl in my hometown I can't have now

Buy a building in cash, ain't putting half down

The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now (laugh now)

Yeah, they fucking with Jack now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

They fucking with Jack now, they fucking with-

“Is daddy going to call tonight momma?” You looked down at Mila. Her eyes filled with tears and you saw a few tears rolled down her plump cheeks. Her tiny fingers playing with the string of her blanket. You looked at your phone and saw the time 8:30, 30 minutes later than he said he would call. You sighed softly as you heard Ezra start fussing through the baby monitor. Bedtime was at 8, and Mila herself was getting cranky from her sleeping schedule being interrupted. That, with Jack not calling yet was making her very upset.

“He’ll call baby, you know daddy’s very busy right?” You asked her, softly stroking her hair as she looked up at you with her big teary eyes. Your heart tinged a little, you hated seeing her so upset.

“I sad mommy”

“I know my love, I know” You kisses her head softly. Her stare at your phone never ceased. Soft hands gripping her stuffy as if she almost let sleep win and defeat her from waiting for Jack’s call.

You were almost near saying your goodnight to her when your phone immediately started ringing.

Mila shoots up and gives you and excited look. Which you couldn’t help to laugh at. Her droopy eyes held their happiness as she waited for you to answer the call. Once you did, a very visibly tired Jack look at the camera. His curls were damp and you could tell he had recently gotten dressed from a long shower and was laying in his hotel bed.

“Daddy! I though you wasn’t gonna call!”

“I can never forget my favorite girl? Are you crazy!?” Mila giggled and tossed her head back.

You noticed Ezra settled down too through the baby monitor. Little did you know it was because he heard Jack’s voice through the baby monitor. You spaced out a little bit, smiling big ear to ear as you heard Mila recap her entire day to her favorite person in the world.

///

Baby, I'm coming home, I know the kids miss me

I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey

I spent the last 12 months locked in

But tonight, I'm content with existing

2015, we was on that Pen Griffey

I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn't fit me

Now the city with me and I got the kids listening

And I'm a smooth operator by instinct

Dinner on the stove. The sweet smell of a braised brisket filling your kitchen. A soft song playing from Jack’s new album. State fair.

You had fresh rolls in the oven too. A glass of red wine sitting on your counter top. It felt so real. It felt so right. You heard Mila sing along to some TV show song she was watching before dinner. Ezra sitting in his playpen messing around with some toys he had been given. You let out a soft sigh. Cleaning your hands with a white kitchen cloth. 2 days. 2 days before the love of your life would be back home. Two days before your kids could see their dad again. Two days before you could feel like a complete family again. You were over the moon, and a little bit annoyed. Two days seemed so far away yet so close.

You talked to Jack every night after the kids said goodnight to him. The conversations you both had were some you would never forget. He was a sweet talker at heart. Two kids later and he had you feeling like a teenager. Sitting on your bed with your feet kicked up.

“You ready for dinner Mila?” You asked. Walking into the living room. Mila was no where to be found. “Mila!?” You asked. Your chest felt heavy. It was a big house, and of course just like a true mom all the worst thoughts in the world ran through your head. Ezra was in his play pen. Giggling up at you and rattling a toy.

You picked up Ezra and walked around the house. Opening the pantry, the closet in the hallway, the laundry room. She was no where to be found.

That was until you heard some rumbling coming from upstairs, possibly her bedroom.

You ran up the steps as safely and as fast as you could holding a 8 month old.

You yanked opened Mila’s bedroom door open. A sigh of relief leaving your lips as you watched her clean up around her room in a haste.

“What are you doing baby? You scared me half to death!”

“I’m cleaning momma!” Sure, Mila was very organized. A lady, you liked to call her. However you had never seen her so excited to clean.

“That’s good that you want to be clean but you have to tell momma, you can’t just leave” You leaned down and kissed her forehead. Ezra babbling to his sister and reaching for her. It was no secret he loved her so much. Mila placed a kiss on Ezra’s chubby cheek.

“I have’ta clean before daddy gets home momma! When he come in at nigh’ he don’t fall” Mila explained to you, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You let out a soft laugh and nodded. “Makes sense, don’t want him hurting his tushy huh?”

“Nope! I don’ wan’ daddy’s tushy to hurt like last time” Mila let out a soft giggle.

///

A soft breeze flew right there the window. It was a nice cool Kentucky night. It seemed as if the whole world had gone to sleep. Except for the few murmuring voices from your neighbors on their late night walk. They were an older couple but they were very sweet, and they absolutely adored Mila and Ezra.

Your eyes flickered down from your soft day dream. Your nightgown pulled down the side. Your hands held Ezra’s body. Your other hand holding his head up as he ate his late dinner. His long eyelashes brushing up his eyebrows, and whenever he would look down for a moment you saw them cascade down his chunky cheeks. His tiny hand resting on top of your breast. Equally small nails grazing over your skin. His eyes that reminded you so much of Jack’s looked up at you. Filled with wonder and love. He was so small but you knew he saw you as his world.

You were his provider, his protector since the day he was conceived. You felt like he knew that too. The love radiating from your body was no secret. Ezra’s soft pout suckled his food. It seemed for a few minutes the only sound that echoed in the room other than the wind was the soft suckling sound of your son eating.

“Are you a hungry boy tonight?” You whispered to him. Running a finger down his forehead. His eyes shutting softly. You grinned and placed a kiss to his forehead.

The sound of a car, and a few voices filled your ears.

He was home.

3 long months.

You stayed in your position.

5 minutes, 6 minutes. The door opened and shut.

7 minutes, 8 minutes Mila’s bedroom door opened. You heard him speak soft words to her, that was between the two of them. Unspoken words between him and his daughter. He could be telling her the secrets of the universe for all you knew, and still you would let them have their moment.

12 minutes, 15 minutes.

You heard your bedroom door open. Your hair was tucked away in a bun. Your legs covered with the soft duvet.

Jack’s eyes landed on Ezra first. Quietly wheeling his bags behind him. He shifted his eyes to you. You could see the shine of his chain from the moonlight pouring from the window. His blue jumpsuit too.

“Hi”

“Hey”

You waved.

“We can do better than a wave mama”

You giggled and watched him walk over to you. Pressing a heavy kiss to your lips. His lips tasted like mint. You hummed and nodded towards you son who was looking up at him now.

“They missed you so much”

“I know the kids missed me, did Mrs. Harlow miss me?”

You gave him a wondering look, as if you were debating if you missed him or not.

“Stop playin with me”

You snickered and placed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Of course I missed you”

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