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whateveriwant · 5 months

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Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

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dilfsfordinner · 6 months

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a/n- this is how i cope with aot ending

pairing- husband gojo x wife!reader

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“Satoru, I’m back!” you called out, feet quickly slipping and kicking your shoes at the front door, arms struggling to keep the 10 grocery bags you had balanced from smashing to the floor.

“‘m sorry it took so long-” shuffling to the kitchen, you continued to talk to the open space, assuming your husband was actually listening, “-traffic was terrible. I didn’t even think it could snow this early.”

Your words trailed off into little mumbles, talking to yourself about every irritant you’d encountered in the grocery store. It was strangely quiet in the house, the usual squeals of laughter and giddy conversations gone from the common routine, the oddity oblivious to you and your focused state.

Leaning back with your hands on your hips, you sighed in relief, muscles relaxing as you took in your good work, cabinets full and refrigerator stocked, the kitchen now completely organized to perfection. Humming contentedly, the previous relief you’d felt turned awry, smile disappearing from your lips.

It was so.. quiet. Too quiet.

“..Toru.?” for the first time in the last 20 minutes, it had finally clicked that something was off. A kiss and hug weren’t given to you at the door, the tv was off, there was no nighttime bath running for Megumi. Everything was so still and silent.

Padding throughout the house, you quickly checked every room, the empty spaces throwing your brain into panic mode, all your worries coming to mind as you looked for your husband and little boy.

After your thorough search, one room remained, the door of your shared bedroom just the slightest bit ajar.

You were about to call for him again when a familiar tuft of white hair caught your eye. Pushing into the room, you took in probably one of the cutest sights you’d ever seen.

There, curled up in bed, fetal position, was your 6’6” husband, his chest slowly rising and falling with the pattern of sleep. Almost laughing at yourself for being so worried, you inched closer to your side of the bed, about to join him under the covers.

A patch of black hair stopped you this time though, little Megumi hidden in the pool of blankets that surrounded him and your lover’s bodies. Stifling an ‘aww’, you fought off the urge to film the two of them, Megumi’s little fingers clutching onto Gojo’s shirt as the two of them snored.

His tiny form was nuzzled into Gojo’s side, chubby cheeks pushed against Satoru’s ribs, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth, staining your man’s new, black sleep shirt, a fact you ignored as you imagined Gojo’s melodramatics certain to occur.

Although they acted like yin and yang, the way Gojo cradled him was so sweet, you really had to fight off the waterworks. His large hands held the little boy securely, long fingers resting on Megumi’s back and head, keeping him close, protecting him, like a real father would for his son.

Leaning down, you brushed Satoru’s hair away from his forehead, leaving a gentle kiss to his porcelain skin, then continuing to do the same to little Megs, the young boy’s breath hitching, dark eyelashes fluttering before his quiet snores started back up, fingers curling even tighter around Gojo’s sweater.

Tip-toeing to the door, you looked back one more time, the two of them nestled perfectly in a sea of blankets. “My sweet boys..” you murmured to yourself, shaking your head with a smile as you turned out of the room, clicking the door shut, leaving your two favorite people to their much needed rest filled bonding time.

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#gege’s gonna cry #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #husband gojo #gojo satoru fluff #dad gojo #baby megumi #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru x reader

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sugasiren · 9 months

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🧜🏾‍♀️ SIRENE (1009): Top 3 Sex Symbols! 💋

SIREN: A seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men; A woman who is a very attractive but dangerous temptress. 🔥🔥

The Sirene (1009) asteroid is one of my absolute favorites to explore. 🧜🏾‍♀️ And I have many! Its placement in a woman's chart tells us about her brand of Dark Femininity. How she seduces and influences. How she harnesses her power and the TYPES of men who are helplessly drawn to her. 💋 Every Sign has incredible qualities! I'm simply sharing my Top 3 Sirens based on the research I've done. So enjoy and share your Siren below!

**FYI - Men with these placements are also very sexy and captivating in their own way. 💯 So I will include some famous examples for them as well.

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Siren in Scorpio 🔥

Famous Women:

Sophia Loren (pictured above)

Sade (pictured above)

Lisa Bonet (pictured above)

Lana Del Rey (pictured above)

Dita Von Teese (pictured above)

Beyonce

SZA

Traci Lords

Monica Bellucci

Mae West

Grace Kelly

Bridget Bardot

Christina Aguilera

Angelica Houston

Zeudi Araya

Liv Tyler

Siren in Scorpio MEN:

The Rock

Brad Pitt

Paul Newman

Ryan Gosling

Carlos Santana

Idris Elba

Bruno Mars

Fabio

JFK

SCORPIO SIRENS lure you in with their hypnotic eyes that are as deep as the Blue Sea. 🧜🏾‍♀️ Their powerful aura will quickly swallow you whole and you will enjoy every moment of it. 💋 They effortlessly captivate and are explosive Lovers! They love to keep you guessing. As they know, you'll be addicted to the mystery of it all and keep coming back for more. And they're right! Just like Monica Bellucci and Lana Del Rey - these women can casually sit somewhere, smoking a cigarette, and *everyone* around them is watching in total ENVY of that damn cigarette. 🔥 Others like Lisa Bonet and Sade are gentle and ethereal but they will *still* snatch your SOUL. The Male Sirens are charismatic heartthrobs who make panties drop everywhere they roam. Women submit to them with glee. They want their 'Notebook' moment with Ryan Gosling, okay! And for The Rock to lay the smackdown (and pipe) on their kitty. 😺 And nothing less.

Siren in Capricorn 👑

Famous Women:

Brooke Shields (pictured above)

Megan Thee Stallion (pictured above)

January Jones (pictured above)

Stevie Nicks (pictured above)

Amal Clooney (pictured above)

Megan Fox (pictured above)

Teyana Taylor

Doja Cat

Mamie Van Doren

Ava Gardener

Mariah Carey

Shania Twain

Tyra Banks

Karrine Steffans

Amber Heard

Ellie Goulding

Eartha Kitt

Siren in Capricorn MEN:

James Dean

Robert Plant

Robert Pattinson

Matthew McConaughey

William Holden

Prince William

Kobe Bryant

Suge Knight

Andrew Tate

AJ McLean

Gerard Butler

CAPRICORN SIRENS lure you in with their deeply earthy, erotic energy. They are smoldering volcanoes underneath their cool IDGAF exterior and this enticing contrast drives people wild! 🔥 They have monstrous sex drives yet are very grounded in their personal power and selective about who they entertain, so others seek their approval. The Female Sirens often attract highly influential and/or dominant men who crave her submission and loyalty. Their desire to control her can truly consume them! 💯 They see her as the Ultimate Challenge and want her AT ALL COSTS. Their results vary depending upon what *she* actually wants. For instance, Amal Clooney. She was able to capture the heart of life-long bachelor George Clooney with impeccable ease. 🩷 He looks at her with stars in his eyes! They have the ideal marriage. Mariah Carey ultimately made Tommy Matola (the Record Executive who signed her to his label) wait until they were married before being intimate with him. She had such an effect on her ex-husband after **opening her luscious Pearly Gates** 🙌 that he put cameras up around the house to watch her every move. He was utterly obsessed with her! Amber Heard is an example of Capricorn Siren in full Destruction Mode. And Karrine "Superhead" Steffans in literal Maneater Mode slurping her way to THE TOP. The Male Sirens simply have Big Dick Energy - period. They are Doms, Bosses and Kings. 👑 Women yearn for them to (symbolically) suck their blood and their p***y like Robert Pattinson in 'Twilight' with carnivorous passion. 🔥 They want to surrender doggystyle to a man like Gerard Butler in the '300' movie. And even when they are stone cold killers like Suge Knight or manipulative pimps like Andrew Tate... they still command respect! They possess massive amounts of Masculine charm.

Siren in Sagitarius 👠

Famous Women:

Marilyn Monroe (pictured above)

Dorothy Dandridge (pictured above)

Rita Hayworth (pictured above)

Shakira (pictured above)

Indira Varma (pictured above)

Kim Cattrall

Margot Robbie

Robin Givens

Tina Turner

Dana Delaney

Emilia Clarke

Gwen Stefani

Aishwarya Rai

Rose McGowan

Sagittarius Siren MEN:

Paul Walker

Patrick Swayze

Elvis Presley

Clark Gable

Mario Lopez

Marilyn Manson

Shia LaBeouf

Michele Marrone

Marvin Gaye

SAGITTARIUS SIRENS lure you in like smoke rising from a bonfire in an enchanted forest during a Drum Circle. They illuminate dangerous levels of heat. ☀️ That will melt you like hot lava with their dynamic sex appeal. Baddies to the bone! Their esthetic widely appeals to the masses and individuals from *all* walks of life. People from *all* ethnic backgrounds admire and lust after them. 💋 They are exciting and make people feel ALIVE. And they're often the epitome of someone's Dream Girl or Guy. Marilyn Monroe is a FOREVER Icon who lives on generation after generation. 🌟 And her Feminine prowess remains unmatched no matter how much time goes by. Rita Hayworth is another immortal Sex Symbol and proud Latina. As is Dorothy Dandridge - who broke many barriers for Black Women in film and greatly appealed to a variety of powerful men such as Marlon Brando and Otto Priminger. Margot Robbie in the 'Wolf of Wallstreet' and 'Barbie' movies? 🩷 Nuff said! The Male Sirens are usually a strong yet suave bunch - like Clark Gable and Patrick Swayze. And that's a killer combination, my friends! They are often Rebels. 💪 Whether clean-cut ones like Paul Walker, goth ones like Marilyn Manson or rebels GONE WRONG like Shia LaBeouf. Either way, they are magnetic.

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And that's a wrap for now! 💛 I'll be back soon with more on SIREN and other awesome asteroids. Thanks for reading.

#siren asteroid #asteroid astrology #asteroid observations #siren #astro tumblr #astroblr #astro observations #capricorn #sagittarius #scorpio #scorpio astrology #venus astrology #9th house #10th house #8th house #pluto #saturn #jupiter

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whydoyoucare866 · 10 months

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Girlll how about Miguel x Hispanic!Wife! Reader and Miguel comes home all beaten up and shit with his suit glitching and she asks what happen and he explains how he chased down miles and she yells at him for beating up a child. Like full on Hispanic mom mode then she gets all soft with him and patches him up and cooks him something nice 😊

YOU WHAT?

omg bettt, sorry this took so long, I wrote it and forgot to save it before closing the app and lost everything 😭

Miguel O’Hara x Hispanic!Wife Reader

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Warnings: Swear words

You and Miguel had been married for some years, you both met at the spider society, but ever since you got pregnant Miguel became too protective of you and insisted on you taking a break, he didn’t want you to make too much effort and hurt yourself, or even worse, he couldn’t handle the thought of losing another child or losing you, so eventually you gave in to his wishes and took a break.

You were cleaning your house (even though Miguel told you he would do it when he came back) while listening to songs that you’re sure you learnt from listening to them when your mom cleaned when you were younger, you know those sad old lady songs like the ones from Amanda Miguel, Pimpinela, Rocío Dúrcal, and artists like that “Amor, de verdad pareces una señora dolida” (Love, you’re acting like a depressed old lady) Miguel told you once when he came home to you screaming your lungs out to Así No Te Amará Jamás as if you had been through three divorces and four infidelities.

Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door aggressively open and heavy footsteps, you became excited as you knew that Miguel had finally arrived, but when you heard that he was stumbling around and you turned to him you were shocked. You saw your husband covered in bruises and wounds, and his suit was glitching, you hadn’t seen him like that in such a long time, you weren’t even sure that you had ever seen him that bad.

Hearing him groan in pain pulled you out of your shock state and you soon started to realize how messed up he actually looked.

“AY MIGUEL, QUE CHINGADOS TE PASÓ?” (AY MUGUEL, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?) you asked shocked

“Nothing, im fi-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence without whining in pain

“Ay no, no me vengas con esas mamadas de que no te pasó nada y que no se que chingados, no puedes ni siquiera decir una oración completa y dices esas pendejadas de que estás bien? Yo no soy pendeja y tu lo sabes Miguel, a mi no me ves la cara. Dime que chingados te pasó antes de que yo me entere por mi cuenta.” (Oh no, don’t come tell me that dumb shit of nothing happened, you can’t even finish a sentence and you say that you’re fine? I’m not dumb and you know it well Miguel, you are not lying to me. Tell me what the fuck happened before I find out by my own)

“I already told you i’m fine my love, you don’t need to worry about me, really” he was now sitting down on your couch

You approached him and you now had a clearer view of his wounds “Ay no, mírate cómo estás, no no, estoy bien mis huevos, iiiih, no mames me estás manchando mi sillón, neta si no me vas a decir que te pasó mínimo déjame ayudarte con tus heridas amor” (Look at you, no no, I’m fine my ass, oh my god and you’re staining my couch, if you’re not gonna tell me what happened at least let me help you with your wounds love)

“You really don’t need to, I can do it mysel-“

“Ya cállate, te voy a ayudar porque te voy a ayudar y tu te vas a dejar, y si no te dejas donde vea que se te infectan las heridas vas a ver eh cabrón?” (Just shut up, I’m gonna help you and you’re gonna let me, and if you don’t if I see that your wounds get infected you’re done understood?)

“No te vas a rendir verdad? okay fine you can help me” (You’re not giving up are you?)

“Good, it wasn’t a question” you smiled at him while heading to your bathroom to get your emergency kit which you always kept even if Miguel told you to throw it away or that it wasn’t necessary multiple times.

You came back to your living room and started cleaning Miguels wounds “So, you’re gonna tell me what happened to you or?”

He sighed “Miles..” he said almost whispering

“Hm? say it again? I can’t hear you corazón”

“Miles”

“Miles? as in the kid you told me about?” he nodded

“He couldn’t have possibly done this right? he’s a kid, you said so, tell me the full story”

“He went to HQ, Gwen brought him… he broke a cannon event and destroyed a universe, then I had to tell him”

“About? go on mi cielo, I’m all ears”

He sighed “I had to tell him… about his cannon event”

“Oh… I’m guessing he didn’t take it well” he shook his head

“He wanted to save his dad even if it destroyed the universe, I had to chase him down, I had to tell him that he was an anomaly, Every single spider in the society chased him down and he still beat our asses and managed to escape, I was so close to fucking ending with it once for all”

“YOU WHAT? A ver cielo, déjame ver si entendí, HICISTE QUE UN MONTÓN DE ADULTOS PERSIGUIERAN A UN NIÑO Y DESPUÉS CASI LO MATAS?” (YOU WHAT? Okay, let me see if I understood, YOU MADE A BUNCH OF ADULTS CHASE DOWN A KID AND AFTER THAT YOU ALMOST KILLED THE KID?)

quiet

“Sabes lo que le pudo haber pasado a ese niño?! Que habrías hecho si lo hubieras matado eh?” (Do you know what could’ve happened to that kid?! What would you have done if you had killed him huh?)

“Y/n you don’t understand, he wouldn’t listen to me”

“No, I don’t understand, he’s just a kid Miguel, of course he’s gonna try to save his dad! it’s logic!”

“Then what was I supposed to do huh?!”

“I DONT KNOW, MAYBE NOT TRY TO KILL A KID?”

“Look, I’m sorry, I just wanted what was best for everyone, I didn’t want him to deal with the guilt of making an universe come to an end, I’m so sorry , I promise you that I will try to fix everything” he said sincerely

“You should be apologizing to the kid, not me, but don’t worry as long as you make an effort it’ll be okay, just don’t try to kill kids again, and- oh my god, I didn’t finish cooking your food, okay, ahorita regresó mi amor, y ni se te ocurra moverte” as much as you wanted to be mad, you just couldn’t resist him, you brought him food and continued to heal him until he was as best as he could be.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader angst #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o’hara x reader fluff #miguel spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #accross the spiderverse

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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Black Out

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: power outages, john being very husband and him being very cheeky per usual, wax play, one of those massage oil candles, nipple play, penetrative sex (p in v), cream pie, 'slut' used in a sexual way.

Word Count: 2,158

Author's Note: you guys don't understand the struggle I went through to find a pic of this man that matched, why does he hide from the cameras and make my life so hard??

merry smutmas series

Your husband blows a fuse with the Christmas lights and you’re stuck in the dark, but you find a way to make the best of it.

It was no secret about what sold you on the house you were living in was the neighbourhood; the photos of the houses covered in lights and lawns decorated like a winter wonderland was enough to get John to give it to you.

You were a winter girl through and through, you started counting down to Christmas the moment you saw the first orange leaf on the trees. You had already dreamt of having your own place; the white picket fences, the wrap around porch with the massive 10 foot Christmas tree in the window.

It was 4 weeks to Christmas and you were in full fledged Christmas prep mode. John had finally had some free time in his schedule to help you get the house ready for the holidays.

You had bundled your husband up, sending him outside to put the lights up around the house and you had done most of the stuff around the house while he was at training and gone for away games. You had been putting up the last few ornaments on the tree.

The last gold ball had been placed on the empty branch and as you go to take a step back and admire your work, the power to the house cuts out.

"What the f-" "Babe?!" John calls, walking into the house.

You look over at your husband, clearly confused and he makes a face. "Crap, it's out in here too?"

"I take it the lights are off outside?"

John nods, walking down the stairs to the basement to check the fuse box. You shout for the top of the stairs, "did you blow a fuse?"

He appears at the bottom of the stairs, the two of you look at each other in the dark, the only light coming from your phone flashlight that was on. "I tried all of them. Nothing's coming on, so I don't think I did that."

Your phone buzzes in your hand, there's a message from your neighbour. "It's Andrew," you tell him as he comes up. "He says the power's out at their place too, looks like it's the whole block."

"Did we do that?" John makes a face, and you shake your head. "I'm sure it's just the weather. They'll probably be able to fix it in the morning, so let's go find the candles."

You leave your husband in the stairway, walking to the kitchen with your phone flash light lighting the wooden floor path. You set the phone on the counter in such a way that the lights shine into the drawers as you search for the candles.

John pinches your hip, startling you. "John!" You laughed, smacking his arm. The man smiles, looking around for the lighter when you set the candles on the counter.

He comes up beside you and lights the candles that you had set on the counter. You were tumbling through the drawers below, trying to look for more so you could put some in the living room. With all your hurriedness, you didn't realize that John had already lit the candles on the counter, and you accidentally knocked one over onto the floor.

"Ow!" You winced, pulling your foot away when the hot wax splashed onto it.

John bends down, carefully picking up the candle and setting it back on the counter. "Are you okay?" He crouches back down, rubbing the top of your foot.

You nod, "fine, just a bit hot."

He smiles at you, rubbing at the soft wax that was starting to dry on your foot. "C'mon," he takes your hand, leading you to the living room.

The two candles that you left in the kitchen are carried over to the living room, and John sets them on the coffee table. You are another smaller, white candle in a glass jar in your hand, that you set on the coffee table and then light.

You and John find yourself on the couch, your husband's arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Now the power is off, so is the heating. Which meant the two of you were going to get very cold very quickly.

A few minutes had passed and the candles were starting to smell, but one more than the others; the one in the glass jar.

"Is that vanilla?" John asks, looking over at you. You hum, head on his shoulder, the orange of the candle light caskets a glow over you.

"Yeah, one of those oil ones."

John's head tilted, clearly confused as to what you meant and you continued speaking to further explain. "It's one of those massage oil candles. When it melts, it turns into oil you can use for massages."

"And if you don't use it?" He asks.

"Hardens again, until you decide to relight it."

John hums, leaning forward to smell the candle on the coffee table. "Doesn't seem like something you'd buy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "It's not. It was part of the gift basket that Sasha gave me for my birthday."

The room falls quiet, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. You hoped the power would come back on soon, otherwise you were certain you were gonna freeze to death. You know how most guys run hot when they sleep, girlfriend's jokes that they're like a human furnace? Not John. That man was like an ice cube, freezing your whole body anytime you cuddled him; perfect for the summer actually.

Your husband leans his neck to one side, groaning as he rubs the space between his shoulder and his neck. "What's wrong?" You looked over at him, concerned.

"Just sore, probably from putting up the lights."

"Want me to rub it?" You offered and he nodded. "Lay down, take your shirt off."

John follows your instructions, taking his shirt off and lying flat on his stomach. You climb on top of him, legs on either side of his hips as you sit on his butt. He can feel you move around, you shift a bit before something hot lands on his back.

"Ow! What the hell, woman?!" He groans, trying to wiggle away.

"Sorry!" You giggled, setting the oil candle back on the coffee table. "Was that hot? My bad, babe."

John rolls his eyes, making you laugh before you start rubbing the oil in with your hands. Smoothing the yellowish liquid over his skin, paying special attention to his upper back and his shoulders. John lets out a soft groan when you press into his shoulders, thumbs working over the small knot you felt.

He hums, satisfied as your hands slide back down his back, resting on his sides. "All done."

"So much better," he smiles, sitting up when you get off of him. "Your turn." He pats your hip, waving his finger to get you to take your top off.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you comply. Your top tossed on the floor with his before you lay on your stomach, pulling your hair out of the way. "Don't burn me," you warn him.

John scoffs, "you mean like what you did to me?"

Shrugging, you purse your lips. "No idea what you mean.. just a warning, Mr. Stones." He hums, gesturing for you to lay down.

You get comfortable, John's cold fingers causing you to shiver as he unclasps your bra. He whispers sorry before you hear the sound of him rubbing his hands together. He asks if you're ready and you nod, telling him you are.

John picks up the glass jar, slowly pouring the liquid over your back. You let out a small whimper at the hotness, waiting for the feeling of it dripping down your back, like you had watched it do on John but it never came.

Instead, it felt as if it had frozen on your skin. You glanced back at your husband, "what is that?" The angle you were at was awkward, trying to see what was in his hand.

John reached over you and set the glass jar down, some nonsensical name slapped on the front and it was a candle, an actual candle. Not the massage oil you had poured onto him.

"Why-" You start but he cuts you off. "Don't think I didn't notice that sound you made in the kitchen."

"What sound?" You asked, looking away. John smirks, shaking his head at your faux innocence. "The same sound you made a few seconds ago."

"Shut up." You whispered.

"Turn over," he tells you, tossing a throw pillow down for you to put your head on and you get comfortable. John looks at you, the candle back in his head before he tilts it, pouring a bit on your stomach. "Is that okay?" He looks up at you for your reaction.

You hum, nodding. "More than okay."

He smiles, tugging at your leggings and you help him get them off, adding them to the pile of unwanted clothes. John continues pouring the wax slowly, letting it drip up and down your thighs, the red wax drying and sticking to your skin.

You knew it would be a mess to clean up but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You look at your husband, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows. John sets the candle down next to him as he sits, back resting on the couch. "So come have some fun," he smiles, "it's only fair to share in the fun, isn't it?"

You climb back onto his lap, pushing on his sweatpants. John's hand drops down, smacking your ass. "So pretty like this," he mumbles against your skin, kissing along your neck.

"So I'm not pretty otherwise?"

"You're the prettiest, ever." He smiles, kissing you as you sink down onto his cock. John groans, his hand on your hip to steady you and his head tilts back, resting on the couch.

Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

John's hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, John smiles when you do. “So handsome like this,” you mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

John flashes you a smile, looking up at you. "Not handsome otherwise?"

You shook your head, "no." You smiled, kissing the man. You rock your hips forward and his head drops back into the couch again, his eyes fluttered closed. “God, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you.

He can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back. Your husband has you bouncing in his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist resting on your lower back, all while your face is buried in the crook of his neck. Your lips on his soft skin - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

“John fuck, oh god-” your hips rock forwards and you feel him pull you closer.

“This pussy was made just for me, hm? That's my pretty slut." He whispers in your ear and it's like something switches in you.

He can feel you clench around him and bounce a little more, your clit brushing against him with each bounce and rock. Your arms are over his shoulders and fingers tangled in his messy curls, tugging it back and his head tips back, leaving his neck exposed for you to mark.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek.

Your husband kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge. John groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

You pull away from him, leaning back in his arms; the two of you feeling the after effects of your orgasms, covered in wax, massage oil, cum and sweat. You can't help the giggle that slips out.

"What?" He asks, chuckling at your giggling.

"The power should go out more often," you tell him, picking at the wax on his chest.

John laughs, smiling at you. "Yeah, it should."

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steddieasitgoes · 2 months

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made in the a.m.

this was written purely to celebrate the wonderful @henderdads birthday! And okay, maybe also to push the Steddie as boy dads agenda! Hope you enjoy it Cass! wc: 2.2K+ | rated: T Read on ao3

Steve’s an early riser — always has been and probably always will be at the rate he’s going. It’s not that he likes getting up before the sun starts to rise, but he’s never been able to shake the habit engrained in him since he was a kid. He’s learned to embrace it over the years — allowing himself to savor the quiet moments where he can just be before ultimately dragging himself out of bed to go for a morning run.

Eddie on the other hand is not an earlier riser — never has been and never will be if the last decade and a half together have taught Steve anything. In fact, if Steve doesn’t wake him up in the mornings after he’s finished his own morning routine, he knows Eddie would happily sleep until one or two in the afternoon.

And yet, when Steve sleepily blinks himself awake at the ungodly, even for him, 4 am hour and rolls over on his side, he finds Eddie’s side of the bed is empty. Stretching his hand out, he runs his palm against the sheets expecting it to be radiating with Eddie’s warmth but they’re cool to the touch. Too cool for Steve’s liking.

Not wanting to send the world spinning, Steve slowly pushes himself up into a seated position and gives his eyes a minute to adjust to the pitch-dark room. When he’s certain he’s not going to launch himself into another vertigo episode, he looks towards their ensuite bathroom.

The bathroom is pitch black too which doesn’t really mean anything. Eddie has a bad habit of peeing in the dark in the middle of the night. A habit Steve hates with every fiber of his being because of the mess he often wakes up to. Eddie’s aim is shit when he’s tired and it’s even worse when he’s tired and can’t see. It doesn’t matter that the toilet hasn’t moved in the nearly two decades they’ve lived in the house, Eddie still manages to miss.

Steve keeps his eyes glued on the open door, patiently waiting for his husband, in his eyes, not the law, to return to bed. A second turns into a minute which turns into two and Steve can feel the anxiety start to set deep in his bones as he realizes that Eddie’s not in the bathroom.

The sudden spike in anxiety knocks Steve out of his sleepy, slightly delirious state and straight into full consciousness. He doesn’t jump out of bed and reach for the bat like he still keeps tucked safely under their bed — a product of years of therapy and some healthy compromising on his therapist’s part — and instead keys into his other senses, hoping they’ll help him find Eddie without sending himself into full-on panic mode.

It takes a minute for his ears to adjust to their natural white noise, but then he hears it. A cacophony of distant noise. The clattering of pots and pans, the muffled laughter of their four-and-a-half-year-old son, Eddie’s own slightly too loud whispered voice.

Steve glances at the clock again to make sure he read it right a few moments ago and yep, it’s now 4:13 in the morning. Far too early for anyone to be awake, even Steve, let alone be goofing around in the kitchen. He knows Jackson’s been having trouble sleeping lately — the dreaded night terrors have taken a toll on his little body, but Steve also knows that Eddie would have waken him if he managed to sleep through Jackson’s crying. So it’s not that.

It could be that Jackson wandered into their bedroom looking for a snack and Eddie, never one to turn down a late-night snack or two, entertained the idea and carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen. But a late-night snack doesn’t involve pots and pans, at least not in Steve’s eyes which means he’s back and square one wondering what on Earth his boys are doing at such an early hour.

Just as he’s about to get out of bed and investigate for himself, it clicks. He glances over at the fancy clock on his nightstand that confirms the date. February 26th. Eddie and Jackson aren’t in the kitchen at 4:25 in the morning for themselves, they’re in the kitchen for him. Because today’s Steve’s birthday.

Steve doesn’t need more confirmation, but it comes anyway in the strong whiff of bacon that makes its way into his room. His stomach growls and his mouth practically salivate at the thought of fresh, crispy, hot bacon but he doesn’t pull himself out of bed. He’s supposed to be sleeping still — a fact he knows Eddie is banking on given the loud shush that leaves his lips when Jackson lets out a pretty hearty laugh for a four-and-a-half-year-old.

It’s hard to fall back asleep when he knows that chaos is unfolding in his kitchen and the fact that his internal alarm clock will be waking him up in half an hour anyway, so he doesn’t drift back to sleep, but he does sink back into the mattress and let himself rest.

He supposes he could turn on the television and fall victim to those silly infomercials that used to be his lullaby when he was a twentysomething-year-old still dealing with the aftermath of everything they’d gone through in Hawkins, but he doesn’t want to ruin Eddie and Jackson’s fun by letting them know he’s been awake this whole time, so he lays in bed trying his best not to wonder what is going on downstairs.

It’s harder than it looks, though, especially when the bacon smell gets overpowered by the sharp aroma of something burning and Eddie lets out a slew of colorful curses that Jackson will no doubt be repeating at some point in the week, but Steve manages to stay put.

Just as the sun is starting to rise, sunlight forcing its way through the slots of their blinds painting their bedroom in the softest yellow light Steve’s maybe ever seen, he hears footsteps making their way up the stairs.

He shuts his eyes quickly and sinks his head further into his soft pillow. When the door creaks open, he lets out a few, albeit slightly dramatic snore noises, to really seal the deal. Judging by Jackson’s soft giggles, it works.

“Daddy!” Jackson whispers yells from the side of his bed. “S’your birthday! Wake up!”

Keeping up the theatrics he’s learned from Eddie over the years, Steve makes a show of slowly opening his eyes. The soft smile that pulls the corners of his lips isn’t fake, though. No, that’s as genuine as it can be as he takes in the sight of Jackson. He’s in the same dinosaur pajamas he helped him into last night, hair still a mess of curls, and eyes slightly droopy as the early hour starts to set in but his smile is what really does it for Steve. That gap-tooth, gummy smile that has Steve reaching over and hosting Jackson up in a matter of seconds.

“It is my birthday? I thought that was tomorrow,” Steve teases.

“No,” Jackson giggles violently shaking his head. “S’today! S’why daddy and I made you breakfast. See!”

Jackson throws his entire arm in the direction of Eddie and Steve follows it before biting the inside of his cheek to keep his lay at bay. If Jackson is a tired mess, Eddie is exhaustion personified. His own curls are just as unruly, never calming with age. His threadbare shirt has a grease stain smack dab in the middle and his pants are slung very low on his hips, threatening to fall any second now if he doesn’t pass Steve the tray and hike them back up where they belong. And the bags under his eyes have bags of their own, but none of that distracts Steve from Eddie’s own megawatt smile.

“Not just any breakfast, Jackson,” Eddie says, taking a careful step forward so he doesn’t trip over his pants and send their hard work flying. “Breakfast in bed.”

“Daddy says that’s the most special kind of breakfast,” Jackson nods.

“It is,” Steve confirms before scooping Jackson into his arms again. He kisses the top of his head before gently setting him down beside him, clearing his lap for the tray that Eddie wastes no time setting in front of him. “Wow! This looks delicious!”

Steve catches the way Eddie bites his lip to keep his own laughter at bay. There’s an impressive spread on the plates in front of him, but delicious might be pushing it. The toast is burnt to a crisp, it’s a miracle it hasn’t disintegrated yet. The bacon is unevenly cooked, crispy on one side and fatty, and soft on the other. The yokes in his sunny side eggs definitely cracked during the cooking process and the hashbrowns are definitely still thawing from their time in the freezer but Steve doesn’t care. Not in the slightest.

To prove it, he picks up a piece of bacon and happily chomps away, complimenting both of them on their skills in the kitchen. Jackson cheers gleefully, stealing a piece for himself as Eddie joins them on the bed, sandwiching Jackson between them, before swiping an oddly sliced bit of a banana.

“Daddy burnt the toast,” Jackson says, watching with furrowed eyes as Steve tries to drag butter over the chared bread.

“Hey,” Eddie whines, playfully nudging Jackson. “You said you weren’t going to tell him!”

“S’hard not to tell him,” Jackson giggles. “It’s pretty dark.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says, smiling as he carefully lifts the bread to his lips. “I like my toast dark.”

Jackson wrinkles his nose as Steve takes a big bite that he instantly regrets. Still, he manages to chew and swallow it, chasing the dry and very burnt piece of toast with a big gulp of orange juice.

Eddie sticks his tongue out, before lunging toward him, “Tickle Monster!” Jackson squeals, trying his best to scoot away from Eddie but Steve blocks him. The cup of orange juice nearly topples over in the process, but Steve doesn’t mind a bit of a mess as long as Jackson’s having fun. And judging by his laughing as Eddie tickles him mercilessly, he’s having tons of fun.

“No fair! It’s my birthday, I want to be the Tickle Monster,” Steve says, a playful pout pulling at his lips.

“There can never be too many Tickle Monsters,” Eddie says, moving his hands so his tickling efforts are focused on one side of Jackson’s belly.

Steve carefully sets the mostly empty tray on the floor beside the bed before lunging at Jackson, joining in on the fun. Jackson’s laughs are loud and infectious, causing both Steve and Eddie to break out into giggles of their own as they watch him squirm beneath them. They keep it up until Jackson tells them to stop, respecting his wishes even when they’re playing like this.

Once he calms down and catches his breath, he snuggles up between them again. It’s only a matter of seconds before his eyes flutter shut and his breathing evens out.

“I can’t believe you woke up so early just to make me breakfast,” Steve says, glancing at the clock. It’s twenty minutes passed Steve’s usual wake-up time now. Usually, he’d be out of bed, dressed, and working on tying his laces for his daily run, but there’s no way he’s moving right now. Not with a full belly and the warmth of his boys next to him.

“Neither can I,” Eddie yawns, before smiling softly at Steve. “But it was worth it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, without any hesitation. “S’the least we could do. You’re always making our birthdays special figured it’s time we returned the favor.”

“You always make my birthdays special,” Steve teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Might have to put a rain check on that gift this year,” Eddie teases. Steve playfully scoffs and reaches over a sleeping Jackson to nudge his shoulder. “Hey, it’s your fault I’m so tired! If you woke up at a normal hour, we wouldn’t have had to wake up so damn early to surprise you!”

“You could have had breakfast waiting for me after I finished my run.”

“Didn’t you hear Jackson? It’s the breakfast in bed part that makes it special.”

“I’m just teasing,” Steve says, leaning over Jackson to steal a kiss from Eddie. It’s short and sweet, their questionable breakfast and morning breath lingering on their lips, but it’s the first kiss Steve’s ever gotten as a 36-year-old and that’s what really makes it special.

“I know,” Eddie says, yawning again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Steve says, letting his own body sink back into the warmth of the mattress.

“You’re not getting up yet?”

“I think I’ll stay here a little longer. Cuddle my boys,” Steve says, reaching his arm out across Jackson’s small body and towards Eddie’s awaiting hand. Their fingers curl around each other instantly. “Who knows, maybe at 36 I’ll finally learn to sleep in.”

“Jesus H. Christ I hope so!”

Steve can’t help but laugh and doesn’t even bother muffling it into the pillow because Jackson is just as deep of a sleeper as Eddie is.

“Get some sleep, Eds.”

“Happy birthday, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, practically slurring as sleep comes for him.

True to his word, Steve stays in bed. He listens to Eddie and Jackson’s soft snores and watches their bodies rise and fall with each steady breath they take. He soaks it all in. The quiet stillness with his boys, the warmth radiating from them, and the love he feels so deep in his bones. It’s perfect. The best birthday morning he’s ever had.

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pictureinme · 7 months

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hcs for taking care of cillian charcters when they’re sick & when you get sick in return?

thank you thank you for this! i decided to put a few more characters for this, i love the concept LOL

patricia 'kitten' braden

» she is the epitome of 'woe is me' when she's sick - pillows upon pillows, tissues everywhere, a hand upon her forehead as she wears her most extravagant nightgown... she has appearances to keep up! » she requests you to dote on her every need - spoon-feeding her soup, putting on her favorite records and lighting the loveliest of candles when the overhead light is just too much to bear » once she recovers, you've fallen just as ill - she apologizes PROFUSELY for making you kiss her constantly, but how could she abstain from you?! » she cooks for you, making sure you're getting every single nutrient to heal fast - picture soups full of veggies, assorted fruit, and, frankly, disgusting smoothies because she read about it in cosmo

neil lewis

» honestly pathetically arrogant, let's be real - swears he's just fine, tries to keep running the store but he sneezed on a copy of 'dr. strangelove' a customer was trying to rent and lucien kicked him out (for everyone's benefit) » once you have him at home, he wears three masks and gloves, spraying everything down with lysol for fear of getting you sick - the only thing he accepts from you is little snacks and the meds he forgot » you somehow get sick despite his best efforts ... even though he did make you throw out all of his various tissues - he immediately goes to webmd with whatever symptoms you present & definitely micromanages your meds schedule » asks marcia and her husband for advice, but only kind they've got is related to their little bundle of joy - they do, however, send him back home with a fuck ton of goodies for you to wake up to from your sickly nap

emma skillpa

» hides her sickness from you as long as possible, to the point of her passing out mid cleaning - luckily you catch her, and she is beyond embarrassed. "oh, please don't worry, i'll be back on my feet in no time!" » you carry her up the stairs, laying her on her bed, and she can't help but swoon at your control of the situation - she tells you exactly the things she needs, sometimes attempting to get out of bed herself to get them. she already has some soup frozen in the ice box, so all you have to do is thaw them » she goes full emma mode when you've fallen ill after taking such good care of her - calls your place of work, telling them you've fallen deathly ill and need a week off (what a gem she is). makes sure you drink every last bit of soup, no ifs or buts » genuinely does not let you leave the bedroom for the entire week, even if you've already recovered by that point - spends time with you, of course, but she has lots to do around the house! maybe being held captive by emma wasn't so bad, hm?

jackson rippner

» cannot STAND being sick, especially with the delays in his job that could occur - however, he very much enjoys you doting on him like his little caretaker. he can't resist playing house » makes sure you attend to his every need, especially while wearing a cute little outfit (nurse costume unnecessary, but not out of the question) - "come on, do a little spin for me, it's the least you can do. i'm a sick man who needs his meds from his oh so sexy wife!" » you falling ill was not in the itinerary, but he loves how cute you look bundled up in the sheets - he pokes fun at you, but still gets you all the stuff you need » if he has to leave for a job in the middle of your sickness, he leaves you with a nest of items you could ever possibly need, as well as an on-call doctor he knows for... reasons - "i'll just be a few states away, but if shit gets serious, don't hesitate to call my burner. yes, i need it for this job, i don't know why. please stop asking so many questions."

jonathan crane

» you can barely tell he's sick for the first few days, but you notice the redness around his nose - when you bring it up, he immediately shoots you down. "darling, if i was sick, i couldn't be doing my job, now could i?" » meanwhile, the next time you see him, he's passed out in his office chair with tissues stuffed in his pocket like a lapel. you bring him back to your place so he can properly rest - he wakes up confused, but silently grateful for the glass of water and medicine you placed on the nightstand next to him » having him stay at your place got you sick pretty fast, and you couldn't believe how he was surviving with the level of congestion you're having - he stays home from work enough to dote on you in his own special way, taking note of your symptoms to properly take care of you » he only goes to the office a few times to bring you back some high doses of medicine you couldn't get over the counter at a cvs, so you could heal as fast as possible - "i know the pills are bigger than normal, but you only have to take them once a day for the rest of the week. don't be such a crybaby."

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celabi · 1 year

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Hi Maggie!!!

So I apologize for the long post and cringy cliche topic but...

I was just thinking.. what if Scaras mom, ei, tends to babysit sometimes...

Perhaps it's a neighbour's kid or Scaras baby cousins or something but it always seems like scara wants nothing to do with them and tends to just slam his door closed when his mom asks for help.

Now just imagine one day, scummy scara finally got his darling to come over to his house once again, to maybe just chill, play games, watch movies and hopefully kiss...perhaps more than that too.

He is feeling so giddy, and confident that his plans to get to that point are full proof as he'd been secretly practicing for this day with his doll...

So imagine his smile fading as he is about to open the door but ei beats him to it, dressed up professionally and looking ready to go to work.

"Oh I'm glad your here, listen I have an important meeting in person, so I need you to look after the neighbour's kids/cousins"

Before he could complain she ran out and drove off leaving the two, to turn around only to be faces with said kids.

Imagine that the darling is actually fond of kids. Her motherly mode is turned on and she easily takes care of them, while getting along with them as well.

Scara is in awe of his darling. He knew she'd be great mother one day but actually seeing her in action really made his heart skip a beat while heat rushed to his face and even down there--- *slap*

Of course this feeds into his fantasy of a domestic life with his darling. His fantasy of making a family with her while enjoying the idea of the process of making babies.

Okay, now he is determined to show his darling that he is good with kids and can be a good father, as well as husband material for her.

So imagine as he tries to smile at the kids ( it's creepy cause he isn't use to it), cooing them to come to him as he brings a hand out for them to take, only for them to slap it away and run over to darling , hugging them and telling her that they don't wanna go him.

It irks him but can you blame them? After all, Scara wasn't someone who really interacted with them and when he did he was chasing them away and constantly yelling at them to stay out of his room. Which usually led to them crying to ei and her scolding him to be nicer.

Of course he didn't listen, shrugging off what she said. However, he'd come to regret it later since the kids figured out his weakness. A weakness they tended to use to get revenge...

Fast forward and Scara is livid at the fact that he can't seem get any time to spend with his darling as the kids are constantly taking all her attention away.

Either they were hungry, wanting her to play with them, look at the drawing they made of of them and her (scara is in the picture but he is underground like that one meme) or whatever! She barely paid any notice to him!

At some point he swore he saw them smirk but later it was confirmed that they were mocking him when she picked them up, hugging them cause they accidently fell and started crying. He watched them pull their eye while sticking out their tongue as she soothingly rubbed their back.

Oh but if you thought that taking her attention away was bad, haha then your wrong. They were also constantly trying to bring out the worst of him, the side he usually showed to them and make him look incapable of being that ideal person he wanted to be in darlings eyes.

Now imagine his relief when they (she actually) eventually got the kids to sleep, tucking them in and closing the door behind them.

Oh, how Scara was mentally fisting the air, cheering that finally he was able to get his darling all to himself!

Now since he couldn't act out his original plan due to time, he had to skip some parts and head straight to the movie idea since they were both quite exhausted ( him especially as they nearly managed to get him to slip up a couple of times) and what better way to relax than to just watch a movie?

Shyly he asks if darling is up for a movie and after the confirmation, he jumped up and got ready, bringing all the snacks she enjoyed just for this day, before turning on the TV.

The movie choice was a thriller, and inspired by that one ask from anon where the reader thinks he is frightened for the movie, she decides to comfort him, bringing him closer so he could rest on her, causing him to malfunction from this.

Skip and the movie has ended.

Reader is now stretching while expressing how amazing the show was while scara just agrees, unknowingly to the reader that he was not watching the movie at all, but focusing on how soft she was when she held him.

Oh but how his face lit up when he saw some crumbs on the readers face.

Perfect he thought. Just as he planned when he decided to buy some crumbly cookies for them.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he brings his hands up to readers face, cupping it while his thumb swiped away whatever was on it.

He says something along the lines "you had something on your face" but the way he stutters it out and how he was blushing furiously, made him wanna kick himself. Though on the contrary, reader found it cute as she giggles, bringing her hand up to hold his hand that's cupping her face.

Now Imagine the two having a moment, Scara's awaited moment finally coming to reality when their faces were coming closer and closer,

so close that he nearly---

"What are you two doing?"

Startling the two and pulling back, reader is blushing profusely while scara is cursing at the timing.

Scara sighed in relief and disappointment when the day finally came to an end. The kids parents show up, thanking the two for looking after them before leaving. At the same time, Ei happened to arrive home too, which meant that there was really no alone time with reader.

How frustrating...

Ei offers reader a lift home as it's late and she was aware of readers curfew. So when she agrees, scara is bouncing to the car, opening the door for her and all.

Sadly though, he has to sit in the backseat while reader and his mom are chatting happily away.

Eventually they make it to readers house, Scara quickly gets out of the car to walk her to her door.

"I had a fun day"

She says smiling when they made it to the front door. Scara could only agree to her face, trying to smile but it came out forced as he thought of what a bitter day it was for him, and how he wasn't really able to accomplish his goals.

But then again.. if he thought about it...it wasn't all that bad... i mean, he did get to see a new side to her , a nurturing side, one that might have caused his obsession with her to grow... but he also was able to be comforted by her, so in all honesty it was progress.

Too bad he didn't get that kiss...

"Oh, I almost forgot something"

She says turning towards him, making him confused and nervous as he wondered if she noticed that he stole some of her stuff while she was distracted with the kids.

But no.

Instead she smiled at him, coming closer before pulling him down, her lips reaching up to meet his.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, as he was completely thrown off guard, so much so that he forgot that he was to kiss back.

When she pulled away, she chuckled at his beet red face and wide eyes.

"See you monday at campus"

She says, waving before opening her door and entering her home still leaving a dumbfounded scara.

When he finally came to it, he may or may not have punched the air, silently screaming and jumping in victory. Basically being a total weirdo outside her home.

Again I apologize but I tend to have a soft spot for pathetic guys trying to shoot their shot but ending up getting blocked.

Especially if they like scummy scara ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝. .⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

OH MY GOODNESS 🥺 just just just him falling even more in love when he sees you getting along with children. When he sees you taking care of a little child, he swears his heart is going to explode from all the cuteness you’re radiating. And I can imagine him literally dreaming about marrying and having kids with you, even going far as to plan it all out before he’s even started dating you.

PLEASE and the kiss at the end? I bet when he got home he beat himself up over not kissing back, like, that’s a one in a lifetime opportunity (for him) and he missed it— making a fool out of himself in the process. Wahh so embarrassing…

Also i imagine Ei watching from the car and giggling at the sight of her looser son melting into a puddle of goo on his darlings door step 😭 she probably thinks about finally having the ‘talk’ with him that she put off for so long— but doesn’t know that he is literally the definition of ‘freak’. Anyways, scara tells his mom to shut up when he gets back in the car, cause she already has that knowing smile on.

This is not cringy or clique at all!! I live for cute stuff like this omg 🥺 I really wanna write scummy scara when he’s settled down and had kids with reader 😭

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 5 days

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"A little biting never hurt nobody." pwease & ty 🖤

"A little biting never hurt nobody."

Lip and Tammi are staying in their guest room for a few days while something gets figured out at their new place. Something gas-related. Ian doesn't get it fully, but he doesn't need to. All he knows is he's not about to let his brother blow money they could be using on that on a hotel or AirBnB.

After only a minimal amount of coercion, Mickey agrees to host them. And now that they're well on their way to their fifth day of cohabitation, he's more than comfortable with having those two around again. It's like old days, but better. Because this time it's his and Mickey's own home, and this time they'll eventually be getting out of their hair.

So Mickey's adjusted. Very well. Maybe a little too well.

While Lip and Tami are going over something at the dining room table a few feet away, they're stretched out on the couch, good and cozy with something flickering on the TV.

Mickey's practically in his lap he's so comfortable - a normal position for him when they're alone, and finally making its appearance again now that Mickey's adjusted to people being in his space. Fuck, he's so at ease from that wine at dinner that he's even got a little nibble going on, soothing himself with a soft, mindless graze of his teeth over Ian's knuckle. They do this sometimes, his big hand rests against the bottom half of his mouth. Almost like he's a step away from covering it.

It's not all that crazy. Ian almost doesn't say anything. But a brief moment of awareness has him second-guessing. In protection mode of Mickey's peace, as always.

"Hey..." he says very quietly down to him, "...you care that you're doin' that...? Around them...?"

What he's doing seems to register in Mickey's brain then too, his teeth relaxing from a gentle bite. He pulls his head away to look up at him, expression easy. "There somethin' wrong with it...?"

And, "No," Ian insists, "course not..." It is routine for them, after all. He just knows how Mickey is. Doesn't want him to feel weird, is all - if a certain brother of his noticed and decided to make a stupid comment about it.

"Little bitin' never hurt nobody," Mickey murmurs then. And it's all Ian needs to hear to soothe his concern, a lazy smile working to his lips to match his husband's.

At the dining room table, the discussion is starting to heat up a bit.

But on the couch, Mickey slips right back into business. Grabs Ian's wrist and helps his hand back into place over his mouth so he can nibble on the knuckle of his pointer finger for good measure.

It's calming for him. Ian knows that. But what really surprised him over the years is how calming it is for himself too. The warmth of Mickey's mouth. The light touch of his tongue every once in a while. The easy pressure, his fears of getting his finger bit off subsiding long ago, even when he needs to bite a little harder.

He likes it. And Mickey likes it. They both like it. And they're in their own house on their own couch, so of course they're gonna do it! Mickey is so right.

The episode ends. Another begins, blasting them right away with a raunchy scene of sweaty, grinding bodies.

And it's not like they haven't been having sex while Lip and Tammi are here. They've definitely been having sex while Lip and Tammi are here. It's just that they haven't been able to honor their full potential - haven't had the space to just go apeshit - another one of their routines, but this one filled from top to bottom with creaking furniture and loud, nasty moaning.

It's their house, but that shit is just for them. So they're refraining. For now. Which means when the guy on the screen lets out a throaty moan, the camera panning over his sweaty back, Ian feels that shit right in his dick.

He's not the only one. He can feel Mickey's tongue dart out along his finger down there, tracing along it just a touch too purposefully for it to be considered mindless and soothing.

Ian lets it go. Lets him do it. Lets the moment play out on the TV, the scene feeling like it's reached the ten minute mark holy fuck, Netflix just kinda lets anything fly these days, huh?

When the camera breaks away into a different location - different people - the relief that should come with it never lands. Because they may have entered a different scene, but Mickey's settled into this new vibe and seems good and comfortable in it, his lips parting to suck lightly into the side of Ian's finger - warm and wet and pleasant.

"Mick..." he says, quiet enough that it's just for them again.

But he doesn't really know what he's saying, to be honest.

Because now that they're here - now that those lips are dragging heavily over his finger until reaching the tip, and then wrapping around and taking the whole thing into his mouth - fuck, it feels good. He maybe doesn't need it to stop, actually. This is okay.

It's their house and their couch and if his husband wants to suck on his fingers, of course he's going to! Mickey is so right.

So Ian lets him, enjoying the little thrills that uncurl in his belly as Mickey's licks between two of them and then lets them sit heavily in his mouth.

It's not a new sensation by any means, but Ian's always taken away by how fucking good it feels. Mickey's tongue is so soft... So warm... So wet and welcoming as it gently laps over the pads of his fingers, just like it does when his mouth is a little lower.

Another swirl of interest, working down through his belly and between his legs this time...

Fuck...

Okay, maybe they should stop actually. Before Ian hauls him off to bed for one of those extra loud and nasty fucks they've been keeping under wraps.

But Mickey looks so hot when he tilts his head to look up at him, his eyes pretty and heavy-lidded while he quietly sucks to the tip of Ian's fingers, and then flattens his tongue and drags it purposefully up the underside of them, spreading tingles in Ian's hand and Ian's lap.

"Jesus..."

Mickey arches a lazy eyebrow at him. Smirks as he presses his lips to Ian's wet, glistening fingers. 'You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?' without a single word.

And yeah. They're definitely on the same page, the couch groaning beneath them as they both get to their feet, trying their best to act natural.

Or - well, Ian is at least. Mickey doesn't give a fuck.

"We're uh..." Ian motions toward the back of the house, not even pulling his brother's attention, "We're just-"

"They don't give a fuck," Mickey insists, and then starts directing Ian into the hallway with helpful shoves. "Come on."

Once their bedroom door closes, the biting gets a little harder.

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roseandpeaches · 11 months

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Mingyu As a Boyfriend or Husband

No one asked for this, it's just that I'm in a terrible Mingyu brainrot and I need to let my assumptions out. Melt by Kehlani also inspired me.

When you wake up he'd be dead asleep. If you're late for work and didn't wake him up he'd pout and get upset because he'd want to make you breakfast and/or a packed lunch.

He loves dropping you off to work especially when he knows he won't be seeing you for the whole day. Bonus if he gets to meet you for lunch or pick you up from work to have dinner

On days he's not busy or doesn't have any schedules he'd be in full-time househusband mode. He cleans, cooks and gets all the little maintenance done. He'd teach you if you asked but he's happy to do it himself.

Pretty sure he can mend clothes if he wants to like a tiny hole or loose button.

When you shower he'd offer to scrub your back or wash your hair. His big hands would soothe all your aches away by massaging your shoulders and scalp.

10/10 he'd help you dry and comb your hair. Sometimes Mingyu would ask if he can help you with your haircare routine, be it applying serums or hair oil. He'd be meticulous, not missing a single strand.

After that he'd tell you to lay your head on his lap while he helps you with your skincare. Gently applying toner, carefully put your moisturiser while admiring all the small details on your face. When he's done he'd give you a quick kiss, proud of himself.

He'd love to cuddle when you're going to sleep. He'd share his schedules or whatever plans he has for the next day, and he asks you when both of you should go on a date so he could plan something out.

Sometimes when you're getting ready for work he'd offer to iron your clothes, that's when he'd notice the things he would have to mend later

On days that you decided to dress up he'd compliment you and he'd try to match you, maybe not by colour but by style.

He'd be good at decorating your place. He isn't a selfish man, so he'd try to incorporate your preferences with his so your house feels like a home, a space where it shows both you and him as one

Even though he loves being needed, he would appreciate it a lot when you're the one taking care of him. At first, he'd get flustered, but you have to smush his face and tell him that a relationship is a two-way street.

When you're both out hanging out with friends he'd be super clingy, he can't stand not being your main focus. He's like a puppy ok, he'd show it subtly at first like holding your waist or not letting go of your hand, it gets bad when he's bugging you- poking your sides, kissing the back of your neck or tugging your clothes (got this from that clip where he was tugging on dino's chain bcs he wants to go to the gym)

He'd lowkey turn into a big pouty baby if you ignore him.

He loves to hold you and to be held. Man loves skinship but not too much in public.

He'd be those kind of partners who'd give you his jacket when he'd already told you it's gonna be cold. Sure, he'd nag a bit, but he actually doesn't mind. He'd hold your bag for you. He'd wear your heels and give you his shoes when your feet get sore. As long as the love of his life is comfortable, he doesn't care if he has to suffer a bit

He's the kind to initiate things first so he'd feel delighted when you do things for him.

He's the kind to notice the small things really. You don't have to say it. He'd notice if you don't like your drink a certain way so he'd make sure to keep that in mind even if you don't say it to him.

#mingyu scenarios #mingyu headcanons #mingyu seventeen #mingyu fanfic #kim mingyu #mingyu fluff #mingyu #kim mingyu seventeen #seventeen mingyu #seventeen kim mingyu

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ailendolin · 3 months

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You know what I would have loved to see in an episode? Alison going into full research mode to give (some of) the ghosts more closure.

The Captain

We know from the Button House Archives book that a photograph of Havers was found in the commanding officer's belongings. I would have loved to see Alison find it in some old drawer, frame it and place it in the Captain's room (perhaps via suggestion of one of the other ghosts since she wasn't there when the Captain revealed his death). And maybe, because she realises how important Havers was to him, she starts looking into Havers's life after the war just so she can tell the Captain what happened to him and if he found happiness after all.

Thomas

Thomas obviously knows what happened to Isabelle after his death but I think it would have been lovely if Alison had searched for the letters he sent her before that fateful day. Because it's one thing to realise Isabelle has always loved him and quite another to see it with his own eyes. Isabelle keeping his letters would be proof that he'd meant something to her, even after his death. And perhaps there is a poem attached to one of the letters - a genuinely beautiful love poem - that Alison publishes for him so that he and his love that wasn't meant to be will never be forgotten.

Robin & Humphrey

I don't know how realistic it would be for Alison to find records of Sophie post-plot but I think both Robin and Humphrey would be grateful to know what had happened to her. So maybe Alison discovers a marriage certificate with Sophie's maiden name (because she obviously would not call herself Sophie Bone after running away) or a record of a christening that implies that Sophie has found happiness after all. Or, if your want to go down a darker path, a record of her being caught and sent to prison (or worse). But whatever her fate, at least Robin and Humphrey would no longer have to wonder about it.

Julian

I don't care how but Alison should have found a way to get Rachel to Button House. Perhaps via promoting it as an event location specifically to her and her party - and Rachel, thinking visiting the place might give her some closure, agrees to host an event there. The specifics don't really matter. What does is that Julian finally gets to tell her how sorry he is, and how proud of her and everything she's already achieved.

The Plague Ghosts

Those of you who have read my fics know that I headcanon Nigel having a sister in a neighbouring village. I don't think it's unrealistic to assume that some of the Plaguers have left loved ones behind, either because they lived somewhere else or they survived the plague outbreak in the village and left afterwards. They're bound to wonder about what happened to them, just like Robin and Humphrey are about Sophie, and I just like the idea of Alison finding some old church records about the Plaguers' friends and families and surprising them with it.

As for Pat, Mary, Fanny and Kitty I think all of them have already found some form of closure. Pat's family still visits every year. Mary lost her husband when she was still alive and probably had no children. Fanny died where she lived so she knows how the rest of George's life went and must have seen her children regularly as well. The same goes for Kitty. She's seen Eleanor marry and have children of her own, not to mention that Alison has already found documents from her time.

But for the others, the ones mentioned above, Alison could have provided some peace and closure with her research, and I think that would have made for a lovely plot for an episode or even stretched over a whole series.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #alison cooper #the captain #thomas thorne #julian fawcett #robin the caveman #humphrey bone #the plague ghosts #mp bbc ghosts

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asmilinghopelessromantic · 8 hours

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Kate: go on now

Anthony, whining: why me?? 😫😩

Literally every single Bridgerton in unison: because you literally made every wrong decision last season by some grace Kate still married you so this is the *least* you can do

Anthony: fine 😐😒 *mumbles* i hate this family

Later--

Anthony: hey, Colin, little brother, I have some advice

Colin, staring daggers and cracking knuckles at seeing Lord Debling with Penelope: what

Anthony: hey, um, maybe don't do what you are doing right now

Colin, still glaring: why not? You did the same thing when Kate was on that boat ride with Mr. Dorset

Anthony, sputtering: what do you mean- not the point. Alternatively you could just tell Penelope how you feel.

Colin, still in Full Denial™️ Mode: what no, I'm just helping Pen with finding a husband

Anthony, sighing: it's your funeral

Anthony, mumbling: did you learn anything from me last season. No one can say I didn't try

Later--

Anthony, thinking out loud: was I really that blind to how in denial I was??

Literally every single Bridgerton in unison: YES

Daphne from Hastings House: YES, YOU WERE. I TRIED TELLING YOU

#anthony is never living that down #i guarantee kate brings it up while bickering or during labor #i want to see a fully unhinged colin and anthony shaking his head in the background #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #anthony bridgerton #kate bridgerton #bridgerton

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dontyouworrydaddy · 7 months

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Hiii

Can I request a fic with Task Force 141 (+König) where when they come home to their families and kids. When it’s night time they have a strict night time safety routine where they lock windows , doors, etc .

Then that’s done the guys go into full domestic mode wether it’s helping out cleaning or reading a bed time story 🥹

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! Reader

Awwwwww🥺🥺🥺 I totally love this idea and this is gonna be so cute to write😩😩 AHHHH THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR ASK I HOPE YOU LOVE IT💘💘💘

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

König

As the evening settled in, you began the nightly routine you had all grown accustomed to. The windows were locked, the doors too, and every corner of the house checked for any potential dangers. Your children, a boy and a girl, took their responsibilities seriously, mimicking their father and trying to act as tough as him.

Finally, with the house secured, you gathered in the living room. It was a routine born out of love.

Minutes turned into hours, and just as the children began to yawn and rub their sleepy eyes, the front door creaked open, and König stepped inside. He was still clothed in his uniform, a sign that today was rough. But the moment he set foot in the house, his shoulders seemed to relax, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

"Daddy!" your son exclaimed, rushing to greet him, his small arms wrapping around König's legs.

König's eyes softened as he bent down to scoop his son into a bear hug. "Hey there, kleiner. Did you take good care of Mommy and your sister?"

"Yep!" the boy replied proudly.

Your daughter, not one to be outdone, toddled over with a giggle, her tiny hands reaching out for her father's embrace. König lifted her up, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"That's my girl" he said, his voice filled with affection.

After reuniting with his family, König didn't waste a moment. It was time for the nightly ritual to continue. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were preparing a simple dinner. His strong arms wrapped up around your waist as you were still preparing him dinner.

"Did you have a tough day?" you asked, concerned for the weariness in his eyes.

König nodded, but his smile remained. "Every day is tough out there, but knowing I'm coming home to you and the kids makes it all worth it."

After dinner, you all gathered in the children's room for bedtime. König took his turn, reading a fairytale with gestures that had the kids laughing and clapping in delight. Once the story was over, he tucked them in with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.

As you lay beside your children, watching them drift off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the man who had chosen to build a life with you.

And so, with your children safely asleep, you turned to König, who had stayed beside you. He took your hand, his gaze filled with love and warmth.

"You know, I'm the luckiest man in the world," he whispered.

You smiled, tears of happiness in your eyes. "And I‘m the luckiest woman in this world."

Simon Riley

As the sun disappeared from the sky, Simon arrived home. Your children rushed into his arms with excitement cries of "Daddy!" Their hugs were filled with laughter and excitement as they jump into his arms.

After dinner, it was time for the nightly routine. Checking for the doors and windows before going upstairs and preparing for bed. Simon gladly helped them brush their teeth and do every little thing with them because he missed his little kids way too much while he was deployed.

With the safety measures in place and clothes changed into Pyjamas, Simon and the kids transitioned into full domestic mode, something that never failed to make you smile. Your husband was a tough soldier, but when he was home, he was a loving father and partner.

"Alright, kiddos, who wants to help me with the dishes?" Simon asked, rolling up his sleeves with a grin.

Tiny hands shot up into the air, eager to assist. You watched as they wore aprons and stood on stools to reach the sink, their laughter filling the kitchen as they scrubbed dishes under Simon's watchful eye.

Once the kitchen was sparkling clean, it was time for bedtime. The kids' eyes sparkled with excitement as they gathered around Simon, each one clutching a book.

"Daddy, can you read us a story tonight?" your daughter asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart" Simon replied, his voice gentle as he settled onto the couch with the kids on either side of him. He began to read their favorite story, using different voices for each character to make it more entertaining.

You watched the scene unfold with a warm heart, feeling grateful for the love and security Simon brought into your lives. As the story came to an end, your son yawned, and your daughter nestled closer to Simon.

"Alright, little ones" Simon said softly, "time for bed."

He carried them to their respective rooms, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads, whispering sweet dreams. Then, he returned to you in the living room, a tired but contented smile on his face.

You met him with a grateful embrace. "Thank you for being such an amazing husband, soldier and father, Simon."

He held you close, his love for you evident in every touch. "I'll always do whatever it takes to keep you and our family safe and happy, no matter what, love."

John MacTavish

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the neighborhood where you and John lived with your two children. It had been a long day, one filled with laughter and mischief as you watched your kids play in the backyard, but now it was time for the evening routine.

As dusk settled in, you gathered the kids inside, your youngest one clinging to your leg while the older child, a little girl, eagerly helped with the nightly ritual. John had just returned home, his broad frame filling the doorway as he shed his gear.

"Alright, you two," he said in his unmistakable Scottish accent, "time to get everything locked up tight." His voice held a reassuring authority, something that made the kids feel safe.

You nodded, and as a team, the four of you began the night's safety routine. Windows were closed and locked, curtains drawn, doors bolted. John insisted on double-checking every lock, even though you knew he had already done so. It was his way of making sure his family was safe.

Once everything was secure, John shifted into full domestic mode. He washed up, changed out of his uniform, and joined you in the kitchen, where you were already preparing dinner. The children were a whirlwind of excitement, eager to have their father back home.

As you set the table, John leaned over and whispered, "How's everything been today, love?"

You smiled, the love for your family evident in your eyes. "They've been angels, as always. We missed you, though."

He kissed your cheek, the roughness of his beard tickling your skin. "I missed you too."

Dinner was a boisterous affair, filled with laughter and stories from the kids about their day. John, the stern soldier on the battlefield, transformed into a doting father at the dinner table, playing along with their games and entertaining their curious questions.

After dinner, it was time for the second part of the routine – bedtime. The kids hurried to brush their teeth, while John helped with baths. Then, in their pajamas, they snuggled up in bed, waiting for the highlight of their night – storytime with Dad.

John had a knack for storytelling, his rich voice carrying the tales to life. He could make the simplest story sound like an epic adventure. The kids hung on his every word, their eyes wide with wonder.

Once the stories were done, John tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and whispered sweet dreams. The children drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces, secure in the knowledge that their father was home and would protect them no matter what.

As you and John retreated to your own room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Your family may not have been traditional, with John's demanding profession, but the love that bound you all together was unbreakable.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what challenges the world threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

John Price

It had been a long day for John, filled with meetings, paperwork, and the ever-looming threat of global conflict. But now, as he pulled into the driveway, he knew he was entering a different battlefield - the one he cherished most, his home.

As he stepped inside, the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet greeted him. You, his loving partner, were sitting on the living room floor, helping the kids build a fortress with their toys. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and you flashed a warm smile. "Daddy's home!"

The twins, squealed in delight, abandoning their toy castle to rush into their father's arms. Price knelt down, engulfing them in a hug. "Hey there, my little soldiers. Did you have a good day?"

"Mommy helped us build the biggest castle ever!" your son exclaimed.

Your daughter chimed in "Yeah, and we're going to defend it! Like you!"

Price chuckled, ruffling their hair. "That's the spirit. But first, we've got some important work to do."

As the evening wore on, it was time for the nightly safety routine. The family gathered, ensuring that every window was securely locked, every door bolted shut. Price watched with a sense of pride as you taught the kids about safety, making sure they understood the importance of these precautions.

With the house secure, you all settled into the living room, a cozy atmosphere enveloping the space. Price was in his element now, taking off his tactical mindset and stepping into full domestic mode. He helped you set the table for dinner, and the kids chatted animatedly about their day at school.

After the meal, it was bath time for the twins. Price took charge, his strong but gentle hands carefully washing away the day's adventures. The kids giggled as he made funny faces, and they emerged from the bathroom smelling like lavender and wearing toothy smiles.

Then came the highlight of the evening - storytime. Price settled into the rocking chair, a book in his hand, while you sat on the floor with the twins in your lap. Tonight's choice was a classic fairy tale, and as he read aloud, Price's voice filled the room, bringing the characters to life.

"Once upon a time," he began, "in a land far, far away..."

The kids listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder. Price's storytelling was always a treat, filled with dramatic pauses and character voices. As the story concluded with a happy ending, he closed the book and tucked them into their beds, giving each one a goodnight kiss.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Price with a soft, affectionate smile. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt. "They're growing up so fast," he murmured.

You nodded, your heart full. "But they have the best father in the world."

Price leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "And I have the most amazing wife. I don't know how I got so lucky."

Kyle Garrick

The sun was lowering itself as Kyle's car pulled into the driveway. He had spent a long day at the base, training new recruits and dealing with the usual paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight. But now, he was home, and the weariness of the day melted away as he walked up to the front door.

You were waiting for him inside, along with your two energetic kids. As soon as he entered, they both rushed to greet him, their little faces lighting up with pure joy.

"Daddy's home!" your son exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Kyle crouched down, opening his arms wide, and the kids practically tackled him with hugs. Laughter filled the room as he swung them around, their giggles echoing through the house.

Once the initial excitement had settled, it was time for the nightly routine. Kyle and you were strict about security, especially with kids in the house. You all worked together to lock windows, double-check doors, and make sure everything was secure for the night.

After the safety routine was complete, the family transitioned into full domestic mode. Kyle, despite his tough exterior as a soldier, was a softie when it came to his family. He happily helped with cleaning up the dinner dishes, and he even got down on the floor to play with the kids, building intricate Lego structures that seemed to defy gravity.

As bedtime approached, the kids eagerly chose their favorite books, and the four of you gathered in the kids room. Kyle took a seat on the edge of your son's bed, while you settled on your daughter's bed with her. The room was filled with the warmth of anticipation and love.

"What story do you want tonight?" Kyle asked, his eyes shining with parental love.

"I want the one about the brave knight who saved the dragon" your son said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Kyle nodded and began to spin a tale about a courageous knight who befriended a misunderstood dragon, all while battling evil sorcerers and embarking on daring adventures.

Meanwhile, you read a story about a curious little explorer who traveled to far-off lands, meeting magical creatures and learning important life lessons.

As the stories unfolded, the kids' eyelids grew heavy, and their breathing became slow. By the time the stories came to an end, both kids were fast asleep, their dreams filled with knights and dragons, and explorers and magical creatures.

Kyle leaned over and pressed a soft kiss onyour son's forehead before doing the same for your daughter. You followed suit, and together, you tucked them in, making sure they were snug and comfortable.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, and as you all tiptoed out of the room, Kyle turned to you with a smile. "I love our family," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your heart that only grew stronger with each passing day. "We're lucky to have you, my love."

#call of duty #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #cod #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price

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lulublack90 · 2 months

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About Me

Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have but last time I estimated I had 300 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remeber.

Love you all

Lulu

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My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar. Complete.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time but now its time to escape and right the wrongs of the past.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar. Complete.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Complete.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar. Complete.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Backcould Wolfstar. Incomplete.

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" the Master Chief (Halo) - PT 1

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

(Yes, this one is WAY LONG overdue. My apologies)

Jaune: Can you guys put me... DOWN!

Ruby: Not until you give us your Arc's word...

Pyrrha: ... that you won't enlist in any more foreign militaries.

Jaune: Tina, Jinx... help me out...

Jinx: Nope.

Tiny Tina: I'm with the other girls on this one. Let's face it Baby-J your house husband material...

Emerald: I don't even really know you, and I agree with them.

Jaune: Wow, thanks for the votes of confidence, guys. Makes me really feel good deep down inside to find out... NONE of you have any faith in me!

Pyrrha: I have complete faith in you, Jaune. It's just that fighting a war is very different from defending civilians from grimm.

Ruby: You can totally be a bad-butt huntsman! I know it!

Jinx: I'm just going to let my husband-to-be, get himself killed. End of story.

Tiny Tina: J-Baby, people are always telling me I'm insane, and I don't see it, but that's besides the point... what was I going on about?

Emerald: To be honest (blushes) I just want to be smothered in your cleavage... do you think...

Pyrrha: Neither the time nor place.

Tiny Tina: Jeez, thirsty much?

Jinx: I could go for...

Ruby: This is a FILTH free-zone! There are children present.

Jaune: Um... can I get down now? I mean, we are almost at the food court. I wonder if that guy needs some help?

Pyrrha: What guy?

Jaune: Over there. The armoured guy talking to the blue woman on his wrist.

????: Cortana are you sure he's here?

Cortana: John, I am certain. He and those counterfeit weapons are somewhere around here.

John-117: You think you can narrow it down any further?

Cortana: I can try, but the digital infrastructure here is rather lacklustre and primitive.

John-117: Well, keep trying.

The girls set Jaune down, and he instantly walked over towards the armoured figure.

Jaune: Hello.

John-117: Hello. Can I help you?

Jaune: You seem like you could use some help. Is there anything I can do for you?

Cortana: John, he could know something or at least be able to narrow the search area.

John-117: Maybe you can. I'm looking for a very specific vendor, maybe you've seen him?

Jaune: Well, there are a lot of Vendors here. Can you be a little more specific?

John-117: Average height, bald, looks like a robot. Talks in a rather rambling or distracted manner?

The girls collected behind Jaune, each a little on edge, and worried that Jaune was going to get himself drafted or do something waifu-y again.

Jaune: Sounds familiar... (Snaps his fingers as something jumps into his thought process) I know him! He's the one selling all the cool rabbit themed weapons!

John-117: What now? Rabbit themed?

Jaune: Why are you looking for him? I mean, just by looking at you, you seem pretty well outfitted. I can understand wanting more gear, but...

Cortana: We believe he's selling counterfeit USMC weapons.

Ruby: How do you counterfeit a gun?

Cortana: We've been told that they are unlicensed and lower quality than the standard issue arms of the USMC.

Hearing "Standard Issue" had all the girls close in on Jaune, protectively.

Pyrrha: You said "counterfeit" guns. Like what?

John-117: This...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: IS that a BR55?

Cortana: It is. Are you familiar?

Ruby/Tiny Tina: Bullpup design with three fire modes. Semi, burst and full-auto. Most often used with the last two options. Overall length 89.9 centimetres, 36 round box magazine chambering 9.5x40mm M634 HP-SAP...

Everyone else in the group just blinks as their eyes start to glaze over...

John-117: You two know your stuff. This is the other weapon we believe he is selling...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: A M6G Magnum!

Emerald: Please make them stop.

Jaune: (Cutting in before Tiny Tina and Ruby could start rambling off statistics) I think we can help you. If it is the same guy I think, his name is Banshee-44 and he WAS near the main entrance yesterday.

(Somewhere with in the Convention... not near the main entrance...)

Bashee-44: Huh? Someone is talking about me... I think? Maybe? Doesn't matter... I have work to do.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #tiny tina #emerald sustrai #jinx #halo #master chief #Cortana #jaune gets a gun au #destiny 2 #banshee 44

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