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sequinsmile-x · 11 days

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bestie bestie bestie. what if what if aaron kept his beard/facial hair when he was back from overseas and when em and aaron had kids, he’s never had it shaven off. one day, he shaves off his beard and his kids got a shock and like “i dont wike it daddy” and cries and runs to hug em. and aaron is like “its me honey, its daddy” and theyre like “no! youre not my daddy” and it hurts him a little but em also agrees with her kids, “yeah, i dont wike it daddy” 😅🥹

Hi bestie!! I love this idea, and it was exactly the fluff I needed to write today. I really hope you enjoy this <3

-x-

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After a slight mishap with his razor, Aaron has to shave off his beard for the first time in years, much to the disappointment of the women in his family.

Especially his 18-month-old daughter who doesn't recognise him.

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She’d always loved Aaron’s beard.

It had taken her aback when she first saw it, the rugged stubble at odds with everything she’d ever known about her boss. Even when she’d visited him in the hospital after Haley and Jack had gone into hiding he’d been clean shaven, something he’d since told her had hurt like hell to do, his chest still burning from every wound Foyet had given him.

By the time she can acknowledge the fact the beard makes him even more attractive, her concentration on Ian and Declan the moment she gets back, it’s gone. A wry smile painted across Aaron’s face as he tells her Jack didn’t like it.

The next time she sees the beard is on their honeymoon. She convinces him to grow it out, fascinated by how it feels against her skin, the scratch of it something she finds comforting and arousing in equal measure. They end up straight back into a case the moment they get home and the airline loses his luggage and therefore his shaving kit. She’s distracted by the combination of the beard and his suit and she decides she needs to see it every day, her husband impossibly more attractive to her.

He agrees to keep it, Jack’s distaste for it apparently long gone, and Emily’s love for the beard only increases. She loved to scratch her nails against it, to hear the rasp of it in their otherwise quiet bedroom. He mostly keeps it tidy, trimming and keeping it neat, but it gets a little more unkempt when their daughter is born. Ivy had been a fussy baby, colicky and only happy to sleep on one of her parent's chests for weeks. She’d even loved it then, loved how he looked when holding their tiny little girl, his stubble covered cheek pressed against her dark hair as he paced the bedroom to try and get her to sleep.

She sighs sadly as she watches him from the doorway of their ensuite, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans against the wall. Aaron chuckles as he makes eye contact with her in the mirror, his attention briefly shifting from his reflection and his focus on his task.

“You look like Ivy when she doesn’t get her way,” he quips as he looks back at himself, massaging the shaving balm into his face.

Emily narrows her eyes at the comparison to their 18-month-old and pushes herself off the wall and walks towards him, leaning against the countertop in front of the sink, “It’s a travesty.”

He smiles at her before he swills the razor in the sink and then starts to shave his face, “I can’t exactly walk around with a notch in my beard for the next couple of weeks, Em,” he says, tilting his head to pull the razor down his neck, “It will grow back.”

He’d been distracted by his phone ringing when tidying up his beard, accidentally slipping and shaving a gap into it that usually wasn’t there. He’d decided, much against Emily’s protests, it was best to shave it off entirely and start again.

“I know,” she sighs, running her fingers through his hair, her eyes fixed on what he was doing, the revealing of his skin underneath and she smiles, “And at least for the first time in three years I won’t have beard burn on my thighs.”

He laughs and shakes his head at her, pulling the razor away from his throat, “Sweetheart, please don’t make me laugh when I’m holding a razor against my neck.”

She scrunches her nose up and nods, “Sorry, honey,” she’s cut off by Ivy crying out for her from her room and she leans in to kiss the tip of his nose, “I’ll go get her.”

She stretches as she walks out of the master bedroom and towards the nursery, smiling as she opens the door to find Ivy standing up in her crib, her hands wrapped around the bar. Her dark hair was a mess and her pjyamas rumbled from where she’d slept, looking every bit as adorable as she always did.

“Mama!” Ivy yells, her smile wide as she reaches for Emily, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching as she impatiently waits for her mother to cross the room.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” Emily says, lifting the toddler onto her hip, “We're going to have to get you a big girl bed soon,” she says, kissing her forehead, “I think you’re close to climbing out of the crib. Shall we go find Jack?”

Ivy snuggles against her and wraps her hand around the neckline of Emily’s t-shirt, one that used to belong to Aaron that she’d stolen for pjyamas, and she sighs, “‘Ack!”

Emily chuckles and turns out of the nursery and heads downstairs, the sound of Jack’s cartoons letting her know exactly where he is. He’d been a morning person as long as she’d known him, often up even before Aaron these days, and he was happy to entertain himself until the rest of the family woke up.

“Morning sweetie,” she says as she steps into the living room, putting down Ivy who was wriggling in her arms. As soon as she’s on the floor she runs over and joins Jack on the couch, practically climbing in his lap.

Jack turns and smiles at Emily, “Morning Mom,” he says, reaching for the television remote to change the channel, his attention on his little sister for a moment, “Shall we watch Dora?”

Ivy nods enthusiastically and claps her hands together, “Dora!”

Emily ruffles Jack’s hair and smiles softly when he looks up at her, “You can carry on watching your show, Jack. You don’t have to change the channel just for her.”

He shrugs like it was nothing, like the way he loved Ivy didn’t make her heart swell in her chest every time. When they first found out she was pregnant with Ivy, Emily had been worried about his reaction to becoming a big brother, but he’d been excited from the start - especially when they found out they were having a girl. They’d recently started trying for another baby, both of them well aware they wanted to expand their family and that they had limited time left to do so. The thought of having another baby, of having another little person to spend moments like this with made her giddy, the love she had for her family and the ordinary days she got to spend with them overwhelming.

“It’s okay, she likes it,” Jack says, placing the remote back down, as Ivy stares at the television.

“You’re a good big brother,” Emily replies, suppressing a yawn, “I’m going to go make some coffee, your Dad will make breakfast as soon as he’s downstairs.”

She turns to leave the room but smiles when she sees Aaron walking towards her, his face cleanly shaved and a soft smile on his face.

“I can make your coffee, sweetheart,” he says as he makes it to her side and both Jack and Ivy turn to look at him. Before Emily can respond the kids react in unison to Aaron’s appearance.

“Dad, you shaved!” Jack says, his words partially drowned out as Ivy bursts into tears.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Aaron says, moving to pick her up from the couch, but she only cries harder, scrambling out of his way and off the couch towards Emily, all but climbing up her until she lifts her.

“Baby,” Emily says, frowning as she exchanges a concerned look with Aaron as she holds Ivy close, running her hand up and down her back as the toddler buries her face in her neck, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Ivy peeks out from Emily’s embrace and looks over at Aaron, her eyebrows furrowed as she unhooks one arm from around Emily’s neck, “Who that?”

Emily sees it register on Aaron’s face the moment she realises what’s happened too. Ivy had never seen him without his beard and she didn’t recognise him. Emily has to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing, well aware that it wasn’t appropriate to do so when her daughter was upset and her husband looked so worried that he’d caused it.

“Ivy, that’s Daddy,” Emily says, adjusting her hold on the toddler so she’s facing Aaron. She smiles when Ivy snuggles further into her embrace as she steps towards Aaron, as if she could hide away from him in her mother’s arms.

“Not Daddy.”

Aaron finally moves from where he’d been frozen in place and steps towards them, swallowing thickly against the guilt that was climbing up it at the thought of upsetting his little girl, no matter how accidental it had been.

“It’s me, I promise,” he says, reaching out for her hand and lifting it to his lips to kiss the back of it. He’s grateful when she doesn’t pull away, her gaze intense as she looks at him, an expression Emily would say is all him staring right at him whilst she tries to figure out if he’s really who he says he is.

“It is Daddy, Ivy,” Jack says, walking over with a framed picture in his hand, a photo from their wedding in his hands, Aaron’s clean shaven face staring up at them from behind glass, “See.”

Emily smiles gratefully at her son for trying to help before she turns her attention back to her little girl, “He looks a little different but it’s still Daddy.”

Ivy touches Aaron’s cheek, her eyebrows knitting together as she feels the soft skin, and then she rests her head on Emily’s shoulder, “I not like it.”

Emily laughs and kisses the top of Ivy’s head, “I’ll tell you a secret, sweet girl,” she says, kissing her one more time, “Mommy doesn’t like it either,” she says, winking at her husband when he rolls his eyes, “Now,” she says, putting Ivy back down on the couch, “Why don’t you two watch Dora, and we’ll go make breakfast, okay?”

Ivy is reluctant to let go of Emily at first, but is quickly distracted by her favourite television show and her big brother, all of her concern about Aaron and his missing beard long gone.

Emily walks into the kitchen and smiles softly when she sees Aaron the closest he’d ever come to pouting, his shoulders slumped slightly as he starts to gather everything he needs to make their breakfast.

“She’s okay honey,” Emily says as she walks over, wrapping her arms around him as she encourages him to turn to look at her, both of her palms on her back, “She’s just never seen you without your beard before.”

“I know,” he grumbles, “I hate that I upset her.”

She hums as she runs her knuckles down his bare cheek, glancing them over his jaw before she works her way up again, “Maybe you’ll be more careful next time you shave when it’s grown back.”

He rolls his eyes at her and pulls her in, pressing his lips against hers as he drags her in for a kiss. It feels different to what she’s used to, his skin soft against hers, the scratch of the beard that had become so normal to her gone. She sighs contentedly as she stamps his lips against hers again as they pull away.

“It’s different,” she says, kissing him again, her eyes boring into his as she pulls back, her hands on the back of his head as she holds him in place.

“What is?” He asks, running his hand up and down her back, his palm having snuck under the large t-shirt she was wearing.

“The kissing,” she replies, pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth, purposely catching his cheek instead.

“Bad different or good different?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at her and she chuckles, leaning in to kiss him properly, her tongue sweeping through his mouth.

“Good different,” she says, barely pulling back to speak, “Never bad.”

He smiles widely at her as he pulls back and she cups his cheek and she presses her thumbs into his dimples, the carved out dips in his skin standing out even more now he no longer has a beard.

“How hard was it not to laugh when you realised why she was crying?” He asks, turning his head to kiss her palm.

She bursts into laughter, the sound bright and beautiful, and something he wants to listen to forever.

“Oh honey, you have no idea.”

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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For multiverse Monday

Doctor bradley Bradshaw dating single mom teacher reader andits being rooster first time meet her daughter being super shy and when she meets him " i wike your moustache " while hiding between readers legs maybe

sorry honey i couldn't really think of a good scenario where he would be a doctor and she would be a teacher and they'd connect while also meeting her daughter so i took out the doctor part! this isn't an au anymore, it's reader being an instructor at top gun and having a young daughter. i hope you're not too disappointed! also i know rooster would not have been in a class with the dagger squad during his time at top gun and that most of them only met for the uranium mission but fuck canon actually they're all school friends in a little group <3

"For the most part, I thought your simulations were done well. Many of you made rational decisions while considering both your safety and your plane's, and it showed. Some of you-" You try not to look at Hangman even though everyone else already is, "Were more... daring in your hypothetical plans. But that's something we'll discuss privately, when I come around to work through them with you."

Jake's smirk doesn't fall despite the relentless jabs he gets from everyone sitting within his range. You avoid speaking to him first, choosing to target Fanboy instead, who performed fantastically in his work.

There isn't much to go over with him, a play-by-play of his simulation that you agree with wholeheartedly. You only give him one pointer, and it's that he could be a little less cautious if he wanted to be. But you're moving onto his seatmate next, your back turned towards Rooster as you crouch over Payback's desk.

There's similarly minimal work to be done on Payback's simulation. He'd clearly done the assignment thoughtfully, and you're sure to give him a glowing review. When you step up to the side of Rooster's desk there's a lingering smile on your face, that he glances up at and returns with one of his own.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," You nod, your voice kind, "Your work was done well. I do have a few pointers, though, if you'd let me nitpick?"

"'Thought you would," He admits, chuckling sheepishly, "It's hard to simulate something so unpredictable."

"I know what you mean," You nod vigorously, missing the sound of the door creaking open, as well as the silence that falls around the classroom from your other students, "There weren't any major problems, I just wanted to offer you some advice. I think you could change the way that you operate here," You tap your pen against the printed frame of his simulation, showcasing a maneuver he could have taken, but didn't. The second time your pen hits the page you feel something thud against your legs, and your hands brace themselves urgently on Bradley's desk to stop yourself from falling forwards into him.

"Oh!" You crane your neck backwards to see what had rammed into you, seeing the wispy-haired, pigtailed-head of your daughter.

"Oh, Lizzie," You breathe, laughing bashfully as a few coos are heard around the room. You sneak your hands beneath her arms, hauling her up off of the ground and onto your hip, "You are not supposed to be here, you know that. What happened to your group?"

"We walked by your door." Elizabeth mumbles into your neck, her tiny voice muffled nearly silent, "And I heard you talking. And I heard Phoenix, and I wanted to say hi."

Natasha gives her a sneaky wave from her seat beside the door.

"Lizzie, you're supposed to stay with the group," You try not to chide her, keeping your voice sweet as she flops herself lifeless over your shoulder, "They're going to be worried when they can't find you."

"I'll catch 'em and let 'em know," Bob offers, rising from his seat cautiously, "Probably on their way to the rec room?"

You pinch Elizabeth's side to get her to answer; she nods once into your shoulder.

You flash Bob a thankful thumbs-up as he rushes to catch Liz's daycare group, and you make a silent promise to yourself to get her a backpack with a leash on it.

When you turn back to Rooster, he's staring at your little girl. He's got a sweet smile on his face, something that no one seems to be able to withhold when looking at her tiny face. She's peeking right back at him, and you can feel her smile against your neck when he waves.

"Lizzie," He tests her name on his tongue, then glances at you, "Short for Elizabeth?"

"No," Your little girl pipes up, ready with the joke she's been waiting on (courtesy of her wisecracking grandfather) for two years now, "Lizard."

Bradley blinks.

"Lizard?"

You can't help but laugh, stifling the sound by biting your lip. He looks bewilderedly between the two of you, two giggly girls, wondering if he's crazy for mishearing something, or if you're crazy for naming your daughter after a reptile.

"It's Elizabeth," You confirm, "Her grandpa has a flair for bad jokes."

"Oh," Rooster breathes, face crumpling into half mortification and half relief, "I see."

"She steals all of his favorite ones," You lament, setting her on the floor only for her to smush herself between your legs and keep her face hidden behind your left thigh, "I think one day she's going to tell me she's 'trying to quit' when I offer her a juice box."

He snorts, "That's a good one."

A moment of silence passes between you, but it's not awkward, it's fond. You're almost ready to get back to your review of his performance, but Lizzie ducks beneath the desk to crouch by Bradley's feet. He cranes his head down to look at her, eyes questioning but kind.

"You have a plane in your pocket," She observes, poking at his F-14 keychain, "I sawed those at the gift shop once."

His face quirks into a smile at her grammar, and he tugs the keys out of his pocket so that she can fiddle with the plane.

"My dad gave it to me when I was your age," He tells her, "That's what he flew in."

"Your dad was a pilot, too?" Lizzie squints up at him, face scrunched.

"No, he sat behind the pilot. He didn't feel like driving."

Bradley's jokes seem to go over well with Lizzie, something that makes your heart flutter. She giggles at, her toothy grin on display, "You don't drive a plane, you fly it."

He chuckles, but he doesn't have time to offer her a proper response before she speaks again, still squinting up at him.

"I like your mustache," She blurts, and you're just glad she doesn't reach up to poke it, "It looks like my grandpa's."

"Less grey, though," You reach down to ruffle her hair, giving Rooster an amused smile when he bites his tongue to stop from laughing.

"Wanna know something?" He raises his brows, leaning in like he's telling Lizzie the nuclear codes.

She leans forwards, just as eager.

"My dad gave that to me, too. He just-" Rooster reaches up to tug at one end of his mustache, "-ripped it off of his face and-" He slaps a hand over his mouth, "-put it on me."

Elizabeth roars with giggles, squealing at the image. Bradley digs in his pocket, the one that hadn't held his keys, and comes out with a creased, yellowed picture from his wallet.

"See?" He holds it out to Liz, showing off a man that's undeniably his father, and a bleach blonde child you can't believe is him, "There he is, that's before he took it off and gave it to me. Can you tell it's the same one?"

"No!" She shakes her head, wobbling to her feet and reaching out. He doesn't back away, but your stomach churns awkwardly at her naive forwardness when she pokes at his lip, "Yours is more higher."

"Lizzie," You rush to grab her arm, but Rooster shoots you a soft smile.

"It's okay," He assures you, voice calm, smooth, and adoring, something that only worsens your pounding heart, "She's fine. I think she's right," He sighs, looking back at the photo, "Maybe he shaved it down before he gave it to me."

Lizzie doesn't have time to ponder the possibilities of The Bradshaw Mustache Transfer before the door creaks open again, Bob's hand bracing it open as a caregiver peers inside cautiously.

Her shoulders slump when she sees Elizabeth and she looks equal parts horrified and delighted at the sight of the unscathed little girl, "Miss Y/L/N, I am so sorry, I didn't-"

"She's an escape artist." You wave away the woman's apologies, "Don't worry about it. Even I can't keep track of her. Go on, Lizzie," You steer her away from Rooster, and you only sigh a little bit when she skips over to hug Natasha first, "And no more running off!"

She's not the one that promises you, her caregiver is. It's not reassuring.

"Anyways, I'm sorry about that," You're not sure if you mean for the general disruption, or for your daughter sticking her fingers around Bradley's mouth, but it's curved into a grin when you turn back to him, so you're sure he doesn't mind.

"It's alright," He promises, "She's cute."

"You're good with kids," You muse offhandedly, ducking down once more to peer at his papers.

"I want a few someday," He admits, righting himself in his chair and tucking the photo of his father away, "I guess this is practice."

"You'll be a fantastic father," You gleam, trying to ignore the familiar heart-flutter when his hand brushes against yours reaching for his pen, "And I'm sure your son will love to carry on the tradition of the Mustache Transfer."

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r0mantic-f00l · 2 months

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DAD REGULUS I REPEAT DAD REGULUS ‼️ with any senecio you want just DAD regulus

I fear u have just inspired me to make a series of just dad regulus 😞😞

Meant to Be

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

You believe that completely whenever you see him interact with your children, that adoring and loving look in his eyes whilst he smiles and laughs. Of course, he smiled and laughed before your children came along, but it became different. His smile turned wider and brighter, and his laugh is louder and more joyful.

He was terrified to become a father, afraid that he wouldn't feel like a parent and there would always be a distance between him and his child because of that.

However, as soon as you gave birth to your first daughter Adelia, he held her in his arms and she wrapped her tiny hand all around his index finger. That's when he knew he would do anything for his little girl, that's when he felt complete.

When you were pregnant with your second daughter Audrea, Regulus would talk to your stomach all the time, speaking about how much he loves her, how much her older sister cannot wait to see her, how much he loves you for not only being his soulmate, but also being the mother of his two children.

He never thought he could have a family, but when he met you, he felt an inkling, he saw a vision of a happy family in his future.

♡

You have just came back into your house after grocery shopping, carrying two bags all the way to your kitchen where you proceed to empty the bags and place all the food in the right places.

Regulus usually helps you, but you assume that he did not hear the front door open and shut, as he is most likely occupied playing with Adelia.

Chatter that contains a squeaky high-pitched voice and a deep cool voice flows into your ears from upstairs, Adelia's bedroom door being open. You smile and walk up the stairs after you finish putting all the groceries away.

Clinking of small tea cups is heard amongst Adelia talking excitedly as you approach her room, only looking in through the sliver of the cracked-open door as to not disturb this precious moment.

"Here's your tea, Daddy." Adelia places the empty tea pot down on the small table, her plastic tiara shifting down her head as she looks down.

Regulus has a pink cape that is way too small for him wrapped around his neck as he wears a matching tiara to his daughter's. He holds the baby Audrea in his lap, holding her up against his torso with one arm wrapped securely around her as he lifts up his empty small tea cup and pretends to sip whatever drink Adelia 'poured' into it.

"Mm, how lovely!" The man takes another sip as if he truly enjoys the 'drink' and places the delicate cup down on the table.

"Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

"I thought my name was Prince Daddy?"

"Oh yeah! And-and I'm Princess Adelia."

"Of course, my princess." Regulus bows his head, Audrea grabbing onto a long curly strand of his black hair, cooing as she yanks it.

"Ow, okay, okay, sweetie, let go. Let go of Daddy's hair." He gently pulls his hair out of the baby's grasp.

Adelia is pouring tea into hers and Regulus' tea cup once again, taking a sip out of her small porcelain cup and rubbing her stomach as she hums happily.

"No tea for your sister?" Regulus asks.

"No, she doesn't want any."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"Right, so a four month old baby can speak to you."

Adelia crawls to where Regulus is sat on the floor and puts a finger under the baby's mouth, moving it as she speaks.

"'I don't want any tea, Princess Adelia. I don't wike it.'"

The baby laughs as she stares at her older sister.

"Don't do that." Regulus says softly, with an amused smile on his face.

"Sorry Daddy." Adelia chirps happily before crawling back over to her side of the table.

You smile warmly, feeling such love for your wonderful family as you watch the scene in front of you, but you now have the strong urge to join in.

"I think you mean Prince Daddy?" You correct your daughter's little mistake as you step into the room with a grin on your face, Regulus immediately smiling at you as your daughter gasps and stands up to run to you, hugging your legs.

"Mummy, can you join my tea party?" Adelia asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, a finger tapping your chin as you glance up at the ceiling.

"Hm, okay then. But as long as I get to be Princess Mummy."

"No, you'll be... you'll be Queen Mummy."

You sit next to your husband on the carpeted floor and kiss Audrea's forehead as she coos.

"Wait, why am I Prince Daddy and she's Queen Mummy? Shouldn't I be a King?" Regulus protests with a frown on his face.

Adelia giggles at his pout and points at her father.

"No, no, you're just a Prince!"

You smirk as Regulus slumps over and shakes his head, yet he still smiles softly.

"Prince Daddy, can you give Queen Mummy your crown?"

"Sure, should I give her my tea cup too?" Regulus mumbles under his breath as he places the plastic tiara on your head instead, the crown wonky in its placement.

"Yes, please." Adelia nods her head, grinning with mischief as Regulus holds his mouth open in faux offense.

"Be nice to your Daddy, he just lost his crown!" You tickle Adelia's side, her laughter making you smile wider.

"Yeah, I think Uncle Sirius has been rubbing off on you too much." Regulus shakes his head as he grins.

The tea party continues until Regulus prepares dinner, the four of you sat around the dining table as you feed Audrea mushed carrots whilst Regulus bribes Adelia with chocolate to eat her broccoli and cauliflower.

The golden sun shines through the windows in the dining room, making your husband's hair glow and the fake ruby in your daughter's crown twinkle.

Regulus laughs as Adelia begins to eat her vegetables with such enthusiasm after he promised her that she can have chocolate cake after dinner, and you feel your heart swarm with love.

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year

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Two Babies?

Summary: Just a peak into what it would be like if you were pregnant with Loki's baby.

Pairing: daddy!Loki x pregnant!little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

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Ever since you'd gotten pregnant with Loki's child, it had been really rough. It had been a rough pregnancy from the start. The child had his frost giant blood and was growing faster than any human child.

You weren't allowed to stay on Earth because the doctors on Earth couldn't help you, so you stayed on Asgard with Loki.

Loki had been announced king after Thor wanted to stay on Earth with the Avengers. Loki loved being king he loved being able to order people around. He finally had his birth rights.

He also loved ordering you around.

Right now, you sit playing in his mother's meadow, playing with the animals and bugs. Loki always called you the Goddess of animals because of your love and compassion for animals.

"Darling! Where are you?"

You peaked out of the meadow as you said, "Over here, dada! In da meadow!"

Loki walked over, picking you up, spinning you around.

"Hello my darling love, what are you doing?" Loki asks.

"I pway wif da animals an bugs wike always! I also ade you a flower crown out of ya favowite flowers!" You say as you sit the crown upon his head.

"Darling, love its time for your checkup now."

"I hate dese stupid check ups, I don wike dem," you pout

"I know, darling, but we have to since our child has frost giant blood, we have to see if your body is safe," Loki explained.

"Fine, dada."

Your checkup went safe, with no internal damage, no bleeding, and all safe. Just one perfect child. You were only 6 months along, but you looked 8 months. Your baby was huge already. Loki loves pampering you. He loved dressing you, feeding you, lacing the backs of all your dresses, and braiding your hair.

After the checkup, you and Loki went to your shared chambers. It was time for your shared nap time. Loki would read to you, and then he'd fall asleep beside you after. He would read you Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe.

Right now, he's reading you Romeo and Juliet. It was your favorite.

“Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it," He read.

"Dada?"

"Yes, my love?"

"You ave 2 babies you know dat?"

"My love, you are only pregnant with one child, not two. We just had a checkup."

"No, siwwy dada! You ave me an our baby!"

"You're right my love, you are my baby! And I'll always love my baby, both of them." And with that he kept reading.

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dr3amofagame · 5 months

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one random thing that ive always thought about relating to jmah au is that kneeling is kinda lame torture/punishment when done for a long period of time, because it has very rapidly diminishing pain returns. ten minutes in, your legs go numb, and then it doesn't hurt unless you make it worse by moving around. the worst part is getting up. sam making dream kneel and then leaving for ten hours straight is less painful than back to back thiry minute increments with standing in between.

mmhm mmhm -- mostly because well, the kneeling isn't meant to be a punishment. sam doesn't see it as such, and so he's not really thinking of it to optimize dream's pain or discomfort as much as he's just enamored with the image of dream on his knees for him whooo said that. like the kneeling is just a more subtle version of the bowing that he can therefore demand basically at all times without question.

this isn't to say that dream is uuuusually just left to kneel alone--stress positions are used that sam dtefinitely means more as punishment though he would never consider them torture, and oftentimes the kneeling is accompanied by the dispensers where he's expected to keep himself still, etc. when he leaves, dream isn't explicitly supposed to be kneeling the whole time without moving...but he's also not explicitly not supposed to, and dream comes to expect that sam kinda likes it when he's exactly in the same place in the cell every time sam comes back without moving.

but yeah--the kneeling is always more about obedience + uhmm submission to sam more than it's supposed to be outright painful for dream -- do what i say when i say it without question and whatever. so to answer your question, yeah it IS kinda lame but have you considered that sam weally wikes it 🥺👉👈

#my asks !!#time traveler sam au #just me and him AU #THANKS FOR THE QUESTION #like j!sam isn't optimizing Pain and tends to be a little more overt when dream is actually Being Punished #(overt. in /his/ mind. chaining dream's arms over his head for a day isn't /punishment/ wdym)#which means that when stress positions come into play they tend to be pretty variable in implementation #are they used as discipline? yeah technically. is sam really thinking of them as such? oftentimes no #sometimes to dream they can be pretty tolerable. sometimes theyre kinda agonizing. as far as sam's concerned theyre all abt the same #the kneeling is never about discipline tho #it's just one of Sam's Expectations

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callsign-magnolia · 11 months

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Congratulations on 200!! Can I get fluff with Fanboy? Maybe a meet cute kind of fluff?

Please and thank you!!

"Auntie! Wait up!" Eli yelled. I was so excited to get to the toy aisle, I forgot about his little legs. "I'm sorry buddy. Come on, let's go to the lego aisle." He cheered and I slowed down to a pace he could keep up with. Finally we got to the lego aisle and I looked down, seeing the last box for the Imperial Star Destroyer. I've been checking with the store for months, because prices online were ridiculous, and now, the last piece to my collection was before me.

I took a step forward and was stopped when Eli didn't move. "Eli, come on." He poked his bottom lip out at me before looking at the Jurassic Park lego sets. "I wanna stay here!" I crouched down to his level as tears welled in his little eyes. "As soon as I grab this, we can come back and I'll get you one of these." I said as I gestured to the second shelf full of dinosaurs. "But I wanna look." He seemed so pitiful and I have been dragging him around with me all day. I glanced down the aisle to the star wars section, and saw it was only five feet away. But so much can happen with five feet of space.

"You stay right here. You do not move. What do we do if a stranger comes up to us?" I asked, adjusting his little hoodie. "I scream, and run." I nodded, messing up his hair. "Smart boy." He really was smart at four years old. I stood up, walking backwards down the aisle, not letting him out of my sight. I reached behind me to grab the box, and just as my hand wrapped around the end I bumped into a body. "I'm so sorry." I said as I turned around. I was immediately met with warm brown eyes and a beautiful smile. "It's no problem." He said as he flashed me a smile. We locked eyes for about thirty seconds before he glanced to my hand and back to me. "Can you let go of my box?"

I couldn't get a response out, stumbling over my words until I cleared my throat. "Actually this is my box." I said and he chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I had my hand on it first." I bit my lip. I really, really wanted this lego set. I have put months of work into finding it. "Look, my nephew really wants this set, and I've been searching for months to get it for him." What could hurt about a little white lie? He glanced behind me, looking at Eli as he grabbed a box before sighing. "Alright. You can have it. I'd hate to crush the little guys dreams." I smiled at him just as Eli came over with a box in hand. "I want this one!" I chuckled as he held the box up for me to see. "Wow, two sets in one day? You must be a lucky guy to have such a cool aunt! She told me how excited you were about this star wars one!" The man said as he crouched down to Eli's level. Eli scrunched his face up and I knew I was done for. "I don't wike star wars. I wike dinosaurs!" He said proudly as he should him the box.

I hid my face behind the box as I blushed, hoping he wouldn't call me out. "Doesn't like star wars, huh?" I sighed, holding the box to my chest. "Look, I'm sorry but I have been searching for months for this and it's the last piece I need for my collection!" I pleaded, hoping he would let me keep it. He held my gaze before sighing. "Alright, I'll let you keep it, on one condition." I looked at him excitedly. "Anything!" He chuckled. "You have to let me help you build it." I bit my lip, smiling at him. "Okay." I agreed, giving him my name and number. "That's a beautiful name. I'm Mickey." I giggled at his name as he gave me my phone back. "I look forward to building this with you, Mickey." He smiled at me, almost making me melt. "Me too."

@jynxmirage thank you so much and I loved writing this! I really hope you enjoy it as well!

#fanboy top gun #fanboy fic #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #tgm #top gun maverick #top gun imagine

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zarvasace · 6 months

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Ask Game: Minish Shadow??

A sort of sequel of "what is a stump supposed to do," that fic where Four started out as a Minish who could turn into a Hylian. :) The idea was that Shadow looked Hylian during adventure because of dark magic reflection business, but when they brought him back, he was a Minish, and stayed that way.

I didn't have much to say with this story, and a few of the worldbuilding details I came up with weren't really things I wanted to write about. The 2k I have of it is probably defunct, unless I get really inspired sometime to start it over.

Four cuts off the tirade by physically shoving his hand in Shadow's face and pushing him back a few inches. He can't shake the grin or the hug, but he doesn't really want to. "You're big again," Four says.

Shadow's voice is muffled under the hand, but he answers anyway. "Yeah, as o' wike, wast week, we pigured id oud. Jus' me, it's'at Hero's Spiri' stuh."

#lu #wip game #lu four #lu shadow #i do wanna do more with the minish four concept #but i dont know what #i feel like i said what i needed to with the first one

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erose-this-name · 2 months

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Primer On Stylistic Elements Of Internet Speak (Zoomerese) (from what I've learned by being terminally online)

This is just text, like, normal fucking text. nothing special about this.

Because base English 🥱 only has support for shouting :O (!) questions🤨(?) and statements ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (.), and we wanted to add new registers of voice :P, (and keyboards limit the ability to add new symbols) :-( a lot of new features to the language have to be made out of other symbols or be made of stylistic elements instead of a dedicated symbol. And since there's no dedicated authority to teach people new abstract symbols, they had to be faces so they could be intuitive. ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

This isn't sARcaSTIc at all, I mean come on, why would anyone EVER want to indicate SARCASM by OVEREXAGGERATING to compensate for """"English not having a sarcasm punctuation mark""""? Like, c'mon, it's not like "/s" or ".~" can also be used AS a sarcmark.~

Oh, yeah? "RanDOM CaPS mAKeS IT sOunD LIkE mOCkiNG" that's what you sound like.

This is TOTALLY post-irony OR meta-irony, where you just, like, SAY what you actually mean but IN A SARCASTIC WAY??? Uh, what is this, some kinda "gen z exclusive" comedy/slang feature?? Like, wow, I guess you would need to do that to "create some distance" between you and your beliefs by giving you the ability to say you were "JuST KiDDinG", or as a "joke" because ""zoomers"" are so oversaturated with content that normal single level sarcasm doesn't work anymore and they need to layer that shit up two or three times, or some bullshit like that.

I'm finna splain txt messg shorthand, aka sms language. its like faster 2 type & kinda gives u a valley grl vibe. itz actually a bit harder 2 learn than the rest of these and I'm not gud at it. kthnx

This. Is. Putting. A. Period. On. Every. Fucking. Word. This. Shit. Makes. It. Sound. Like. You. Motherfucker. Are. Very. FUCKING. Angry. And. Authoritative. (this prosody is also a new [and relatively rare] feature in spoken English as well.)

UwU, what's this? Nya, thiws iws uwu/owo voice! (UwU)! Iwt iws meant towo sowund wike a baby voice, vewy cute (hazawdouswy cute) (UwU!), awnd iws used excwusivewy by fuwwies awnd femboys awnd fuwwy femboys uwu awnd anyaone who uses iwt "iwonyacawwy" iws secwetewy owne nya of those pwobabwy uwu. use at youw own peril (you will wose bwaincewws awnd become gay) nya! RAWR XD

Dis ar teh LOLCAT, it be VRY OUTDATD MEME, but sum bits ov dis style ov brokd grammar an spellin' still appears on teh interwebs in TINY DOSES 2 mak it seem cutr an dumbr or leik a cat 4 ironic purposez, LIEK ONCE OR TWICE PER POST!!!1!1 DO NOT OVAR USE IT LIEK IM U WILL DYE!!!1!1!

uh all lowercase and without punctuation makes it seem childish/lazy which can be used for irony if what youre saying is actually very important or authoritative but you dont wanna sound that way because you are depressed or just wanna feel cute or maybe some other reason idk im just a boy

Exclamation marks (!) indicate excitement and energy! My Dad (ex-typographer) whose really really cool says that exclamation marks (!) mean you're SHOUTING and not to use them!!! And he's really cool, but that's not right anymore because SHOUTING IS INDICATED BY ALL UPPERCASE!!!!!

AAAA WHY ARE WE SHOUTING!?

fUCK CAPS LOCK IS ON THIS LOOKS LIKE AN OBVIOUS MISTAKE/UNINTENTIONAL SHOUTING FUNNY JOKE.

This is Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, which is done on Tumblr Dot Com but not much elsewhere. It brings to mind how Titles and Headlines also sometimes Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, and gives your post an aura of Authority and to Nounify Something.

Most other parts of the internet™®© do this where they spam copyright and trademark symbols®©™®©© to achieve the same effect as capitalizing the first letter in every word©©™.

>be me >go on 4Chan.org >dies immediately.exe >looks into posts >discovers entirely unique and interesting writing style called greentext >ask why its called that >Get called a "newf*g, desu" >it's mostly used by incels to gaslight fa/tg/uys and /b/***** (they wouldn't censor that) into reading stories they made up about themselves where they become a sex haver >literally no one believes that any greentext has ever actually happened >find incest greentext >ew.wav >read it anyways because ******** (utter self-loathing is important for authentic greentext) >it's just the plot of Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back >mfw

I learned 4Channerish so you don't have to. Seriously, don't.

(If I've missed anything please reblog to expand our VALUABLE COLLECTIVE EDUTRAINING ABILITIES)

#writing #writeblr #spilled thoughts #cursed #linguistics #anyways i think a lot of this will eventually be adopted into standard english style guides and be considered proper grammar eventually may #also oh I don't know GEN ALPHA will make their own STYLE BS and we ANCIENT VENERABLE ZILLENIALS will be crotchety and confused about it

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beevean · 1 month

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That was one of my criticisms for Castlevania Season 2, when I watched it back in 2018: so much screen time spent on Dracula moping and waiting for release from his pain. I think such a miserable position for the FINAL BOSS should've been preserved for an endgame reveal, instead of explicitly displayed for hours of animation frames. But, if you could adjust his arc, where would you do it?

Alright, so.

My unshakeable idea is that the CoD prequels tell a perfectly coherent story, and a good writer could have easily intertwined the hero side of Trevor and the gang approaching Dracula's castle and bonding in the meantime (bonding, not Alucard participating in the Cunt Olympics), with the villain side showcasing Dracula destroying villages and losing himself in his fury and Hector being so disgusted by the senseless violence that he leaves, creating a chain of events where Isaac has to follow him to kill him/retreive him, therefore leaving Dracula unprotected against the legendary Belmont, his son, and a terrifying witch. (in this version there's not even Death, so Dracula really was left without his best people)

What kills N!Dracula in S2 is that he has zero drive. The villain plot hinges exactly on this point. He's patiently waiting for everyone to die, but he's not supervising the war that he has started, leaving room for discord, discontent, doubts, and giving this random regional ruler the chance to swoop in and seize control by simply telling Hector "hey cutie follow me 😘".

The idea that the other vampires disagree with Dracula makes sense. He is leading them to a slow, painful death by starving. I do think Dracula should have grown more paranoid and eager to mantain control, though: N!Dracula strikes me as being disrespected and not even worthy of respect. Again, I remind you of the fact that Carmilla made fun of him and Lisa in front of everyone, and Dracula let her go without so much as a slap on the wrist. No fucking way this should fly. This is not a villain I can take seriously. I want this bastard back:

"this bitch believes he can have an opinion. yeet"

Like. Have him being a menace to everyone in the court. A hated menace, maybe, but for fuck's sake give him back some charisma! None of that "my fwiends don't wike me anymowe. awe you stiww my fwiend, Isaac-kun? 🥺"

I hate the inclusion of Carmilla, and while I can think about how to fix her by making her less of a walking stereotype, her role in the story is to make Dracula and his lackeys look profoundly stupid: Hector for easily going along with her plans (her protests sound plausible at first, but then she talks about unseating Dracula out in the open??? and then Hector, the supposed General, has the balls to be all surprisedpikachu.jpg when he has to betray Dracula????), and Dracula and Isaac for giving in to her whims simply to shut her up, while fully knowing that she doesn't have good intentions. She's not necessary to this portion of the story. Hector in the show already starts out as not liking the slaughter of innocents despite him being okay with culling, and in this version he was outright lied to by Dracula. He should have, by all means, realized by himself that he was deceived, that no one in that joint takes him seriously, and defected out of personal hurt, before learning something about human empathy. Having an underling witness the full extent of Dracula's cruelty and stubborness makes him look better than whatever this is:

And yes. Witness. Show. I swear this show hates to show things. Dracula only effectively destroys a village on screen in the very first episode. That was cool! Why can't we have cool things here??

I don't care that Carmilla's removal would radically change Hector's plotline in S3 and 4. Considering what happens to him, it's for the best. Because Carmilla is completely irrelevant for anyone else: her plans barely have the chance to step out of her castle before getting squashed, and the Trephacard gang never learns about her. Yeah I know Isaac has his Belmont moment when he kills her, but you know. His desire for revenge should be about Hector anyway :) They are supposed to have a whole story together, not him being the Jesus of the situation while Hector is some rapist's chew toy :) but hey, for that, my friend @chumpovodir already thought on how to fix that mess.

Anyway. Dracula in S2 should have at the very least engaged in more on-screen atrocities. His random flashback where he kills the merchants in an oddly sexual way doesn't count, because that was a way to say "oh look at him, he was so Evil before Lisa healed him with the Power of Love 🥺". No, I mean that in the present. Dracula is a petty, vile man who overreacts to genuine grief by spreading around his misery. He needs to be insane, but proactive.

Oh, and he should have turned into a monster >:\

I apologize if this answer doesn't fully satisfy you lmao. I tend to go into tangents lol, this show activates my braincells like little else

#anti netflixvania #anyway i suppose a fun exercise for me will be to think about how to include carmilla and keeping her as an angry control freak #without making dracula look bad #while he still has to die lmao

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madraleen · 2 months

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me: i believe tanizaki will be going to the pm. he hasn't had a character arc and he is a great fit for them, both skill-wise and personality-wise. in my humble opinion, dazai going to the pm doesn't line up with his nor mori's characters. the reason dazai left dictates how he lives, and that hasn't changed. we've seen dark dazai in the pm, and we've seen good dazai working with the pm, so the exploration of new dynamics would be comparatively limited. that said, even if dazai volunteers in order to spare his allies, mori would be out of his mind to accept. he's suggested that he returns, yes, but out of dazai's own volition. forcing dazai to come back would mean mori setting up his own assassination and the pm's destruction from the inside, or at the very least being at the mercy of good dazai's ideology, bonds and whims. might as well close up shop now.

also me: 🥺👉👈🥺 and i just don't wike dazai leaving the ada 🥺👉👈🥺

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs spoilers #osamu dazai #tanizaki junichirou #WHAT! i'm just comforting myself until we get to that part and actually see who's going! let me be!#bungou stray dogs spoilers #spoilers

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napsaps-archive · 1 year

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sapnap is just a little guy he is JUST a little guy ok he doesn't like being scared at all ever he doesn't wike it

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greycaelum · 1 year

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Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Chain Series. Scene #66 and #84.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Shiba Y/n

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request: 66 & 84: [ List is Here ]

nuzzling & saying sorry

Notes & Warning: drunk Satoru, flirting, alcohol consumption, Word Count: ±800

"Hi! Thank you for joining, I hope you like this one." —Grey,

Sangria

"Ehehehehe~" Slurred chuckles spill from the man drowning you.

It was supposed to be a night to relax. Having deserved one day and one night days off after 5 months of nonexistent privileges. Being said, you thought of unwinding with some wine and steak at home. Nothing too fancy, just enough to call the night a little more special.

But it seems someone has other plans in his life.

"Hagrrrrrphhhhhh" Satoru blew bubbles in his mouth and giggled. His eyes were already shut and you have to grab the glass of sangria before he spilled it on himself. "Swugarpwum you wike wine hehehehe? I wike you too!"

Instead of telling him to stop you just laugh and let him crawl his way down the couch and to your feet.

Satoru looks so flushed that his cheeks, to the tips of his ears, and down to his neck are tinted with pale pink. His eyes are barely opened and you doubt he even sees you.

"Hi pwetty gurl~" he giggled flirtily.

"You're hopeless." You shake your head and pat the space of the couch beside you.

Satoru giddily took off his socks and jump on the sofa. He's so drunk that you must hold his chin to keep his head balanced. The funny thing is, he only had a glass of sangria and he was already this inebriated.

"Hopeless f'r ya..." he nods seriously.

You rolled your eyes and down your glass of sangria while he pouts at losing your attention.

"'m gonna tell you s'mthin' intrewsting." Satoru started.

"Hmmm, go on." You urged, losing your hold on his chin and Satoru slumped forward on your shoulder, breathing on your neck.

"'t was an accident, rwelly! Promise ya, I didn't mean it."

That doesn't sound so good.

"'member yer skirt? The white one? The one too long to see your knees?"

"Uh-huh. What about it?" You remember the first uniform you got in your first year of transferring to the Technical College. A pristine white pleated skirt reaching three inches above your knees. It was easy moving around with it but it's a bit disadvantageous in combat so you requested another design in your next year.

"Welllllll~" He dragged and took a sip of his drink. You didn't miss the way his nose scrunch up and swallow the thing before shamelessly burping in front of you. You fanned your face from the scent of alcohol. Satoru giggles at you. "I kinda wore it...?" He skittishly made a 'little' sign with his fingers

"Well, that doesn't sound very nice." You hummed. Waiting for more.

He fidgeted under your gaze. Leaning forward and burying his face in your neck. The faint sensation of his lips settled in the juncture of your shoulder.

"And I kinda tore it...?"

"Mnnn" you tried to pull away but Satoru gripped your waist, sinking his face further, nuzzling the tip of his nose making you feel bothered and fuzzy and yet slowly stilled in his hold while he continued nosing the traces of your nape to the edges of your shoulders, slowly, enticingly.

"'m sorry S'garplum, didn' mean it," he grunted between the rhythm he is tracing on your throat.

"You don't sound convincing at all Satoru." You frowned at the position. Legs are tangled and bodies are pressed closer than morally acceptable between friends. "That was my favorite skirt." You sighed. While you are certainly annoyed by what he did, you simply do not have the energy to argue right now. It's not like this is the first time he did this. At this point of knowing each other, you know getting even with him is making Satoru work hard for it.

And you know you just have the best idea for it.

"I know... 'm sorry." He purred when you slowly relaxed and let him pour his attention on you silently while you quietly drink your sangria.

"I'm gonna give you an earful tomorrow." What would his students and colleagues say when they see 'the strongest', Gojo Satoru—sewing a skirt, the very skirt he tore? Oh, the amusement it will bring you, knowing Satoru would not and cannot say no to your request.

"'Kay," he whined.

Was it from the alcohol or the mere exhaustion, you fell asleep with Satoru tucked in your neck, holding you tightly. And while he may be a lightweight it only took an hour or two for him to fully sober up.

Hours later he was up, dragging a blanket from his room and crawling into your side. He draped the thick blanket over the two of you and assumed his place once again, buried in the spaces of your neck, warm and contented. He slept like a baby, cuddled and light-headed enough to get some nice dreams he doesn't usually have.

Satoru never liked getting drunk but once in a while it is nice to try something different from his usual Cinderella*, and Sangria might just be his second favorite.

Footnotes:

Cinderella- in JJK Audio Drama: Ressurection Doll, Satoru and Nanami drink a Cinderella mocktail (typically it's non-alcoholic) at the end of their mission.

—GreyCaelum,

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