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fungal-rot · 28 days

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Daddy’s Girl

summary: this is actually a part two of Sweet, Domestic Life. i’m glad y’all thought it was cute bc i love joel having a happy life and being a family man (but tbf idk if i like this or not) also i’ve been reading writing tips and whatnot and even had a friend go over this for me (she helped so much) !! i hope you can notice a (good) difference shskdhakal

warnings: your child is a menace (affectionate), f!reader, reader is referred to as mama, the daughter is nicknamed ‘Bug’, so sweet it’ll rot your teeth, i also don’t know how to properly write toddlers lol

w.c.: 1k

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A soft, content sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the bed, crossing your legs as you neatly folded laundry and separated each article of clothing into its own pile. Joel was not as contented; he chased your little girl up and down the hall, her high-pitched squealing bouncing off the walls as she scuttled away, and he followed in hot pursuit with heavy feet that thundered after her with every laugh and giggle.

You heard Joel ask with an accusing tone, "What do you have in your hand?" Your ears perked up, and as soon as you lifted your head, you saw your three-year-old come barreling in. With a wide, shit-eating grin plastered on her face, making her cheeks appear rounder, she held her closed fist out in front of her.

"Mama!" She hollered and rushed to the edge of the bed, her free hand gripping and fisting at the bed sheets as she clambered up the mattress and placed a tiny foot against the frame of the bed to hoist herself up, trying her best to reach you.

"Bug!" You exclaimed with a dramatic widening of your eyes, dropping the shirt you held, and raising your arms slightly before grabbing her and settling her onto your lap. Joel joined next and propped an arm against the door frame as his chest heaved from the chase he had just endured. His brows bunched together, but a playful smile stretched his lips, clearly thrilled to be a part of the game.

"Nuh-uh," he said with a shake of his head and walked forward, "Mama can't help ya." Then he reached for the toddler once again.

Your eyes narrowed as you were about to argue but stopped short as Bug screeched in your ear. The sudden noise made you recoil with a wince. Your neck craned to the side, and you arched your brows while you blinked rapidly and waited for her to simmer down.

After a minute, you tilted your head to look down at her, "You done?" You ask softly and tuck a wavy strand of hair behind her ear.

Her head bobbled in response, "Yeah," she sucked in her lips and shifted in your lap, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt to balance herself.

You nod back and carefully remove her hand from the shirt, preventing her from possibly tugging the collar too low. "Okay," you whisper, then turning back to Joel. You resume your theatrical act, cradling your daughter's head to your shoulder protectively as you give him a mock pout.

"Not so fast, Miller," you say dramatically, "You bein' mean to my girl?"

The little girl had her hands tucked under her chin as she peeked at Joel with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Your husband noticed this, of course, and shot her a lighthearted glare.

"If anything, she's the mean one," he retaliated with a vague gesture of his hand and moved to lay down beside the two of you. "Makin' an old man with a bad back and bad knees run around like that." He added, followed by a soft exhale as he brought his hands to his stomach and clasped them together.

You snorted faintly and observed him with mild amusement as he got comfortable. You then avert your gaze to the fidgeting child in your lap. "I heard Daddy ask what you got in your hand," you tell her, tilting your head curiously. "Wanna show me what it is?"

Her nose scrunched as she bared her teeth in a goofy grin and brought her hands from under her chin, splaying them open to reveal-

"Nothing?" Your head reeled back with a laugh. Ah, of course. She was getting her father riled up for the sake of it, truly a chip off the old block.

Joel chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand from his torso to rub tiredly at his face.

"Glad I've got my girls ta keep me on my toes." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as he opened his eyes again and glanced between you. Your daughter wormed free from your hold and crawled onto Joel's lap, her little hands splayed across his chest as she gazed down at him.

" 'S'a joke, Daddy." She explained, her shoulders bobbing up and down with a happy lilt in her voice. "Bellie told me." Ah, that would explain it. Joel couldn't deny that Ellie's favorite pastime seemed to be finding ways to get under his skin, and now that had also expanded to his other daughter.

" 'Course she did," Joel replied, flicking his gaze to you, his expression mostly neutral with a faint look of amusement. You noticed your daughter's lip slightly parted with a soft yawn, and her eyes dropped ever so slightly, which signaled the two of you that she was starting to get sleepy.

"Yeah, bein' a li'l menace is tirin' ain't it, Bug?" Joel cooed playfully and touched her back, gently lowering her to lay against his chest.

You watched the interaction fondly and felt your heart flutter.

You couldn’t deny it; your daughter was a daddy's girl through and through, always seeking out the time she could spend with him, running to him with open arms when he came home after patrol, and always being under his feet, which he would always welcome with equal enthusiasm.

You finished folding the rest of the laundry and gathered each pile, placing them in their respective spots within the dresser. As you worked, you listened as Joel quietly sang, "Bye, Baby Buntin," his words slowly trailing off as he did. You turned back to see the pair fast asleep, the two embracing each other.

A warm feeling rushed through your body, and you silently padded over to the bed, reaching for the comforter folded at the end and throwing it open. You placed it over the pair and gently kissed each of their foreheads before turning off the lamp, then snuggled in next to them and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of peace and contentment.

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sorry it’s so short ahh !! i just wanted to write something real quickie. thank you for reading and comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #tlou #joel miller x you #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller imagine #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller/reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #sweet domestic life

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egophiliac · 8 months

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What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #(sorry for being a while i was taking a bit of a socials break)#i think this is the same scene that opens with lilia singing meleanor's lullaby to silver #before malleus walked through the door and lilia went 'here have a baby BYEEEE'#mmm yes. delightful.#and i know i've already talked about it but malleus' immediate reaction being 'gross. what is this.' is still great #sometimes he really is just a dumb teenager and i love it #i also love the spoon scene a lot for being kind of the ur-example of cute fluffy ao3 domestic diasomnias. but that's in sebek's map so #(i think most of the domestic life stuff is actually in sebek's)#(all that sugar-sweetness would dissolve under silver's tears)

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spinningspencer · 2 months

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Quick kisses with Spencer Reid

◇When, one day, he asks you to pick out his tie, you tie it for him. You tug on it, pulling him into a quick kiss before smoothing over his shirt.

◇When he has to leave for work, you fix his collar for him, pulling him into one last quick kiss before he walks out the door.

◇When he comes home, the first thing you do before letting him take his shoes and jacket off is press a peck to his lips as a sweet "welcome back".

◇When you go to sleep, the last thing you two share is a soft kiss and a whispered "I love you" before falling into unconsciousness.

◇When he hugs you from behind and you turn your head, he takes the opportunity to press a kiss to your lips.

#kissing spencer reid #the ultimate goal in life #god. hes so sweet #like #yes #i love the full on makeout sessions #but the sweet little kisses?#theyre to melt for #criminal minds #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #domestic fluff #domestic spencer reid

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saintttajx · 4 months

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sweetest con

lN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WITH A cigarette in hand while a glass of whiskey on the other, the burning flame under the chimney entertained the freshly arrived soldier waiting for his wife.

The entrance croaked open summoning a beautiful lady who seemed to be hazy from her previous in took of alcohol. There was a frustrated frown on her face as she tries her best to take off her heels while closing the door.

"Where have you been, wife?" The husband's familiar voice stole her attention. Once she looked up and realized it was her husband who she has been dying to see for weeks, a smile instantly crept up on her cherry tinted lips.

"Oh my, you're home!" She couldn't help but drop everything and run into his arms. Squealing in excitement of feeling him in her arms again.

This happens every single time he comes home. He should be used to it by now. But he isn't. That wave of warmth inside him still activates whenever she does this. So eager to hold him, see him, smiling so brightly as if he was her world, her home, her salvatore.

He couldn't help but close his eyes as their body met. Their body exchanging heat was a comfort they've always missed. As she lock his neck around her arms, her hands crawling their way onto his hair on its own, his arms finding her back to pull her close.

"I missed you."

She smiled and marked a warm kiss on his cheek. "I missed you more, Si."

Simon always bring his cold and stoic stance from work, but he built a specific one for the cause of her gone missing when he arrived. But she was a devil woman that with just one kiss, one pet name, one word, his walls were gone melting.

Her magic curled a tiny smile on his rosy lips. Her shiny eyes staring back at him burning his guard down little by little. He tucked a string of hazel hair behind her ear. Before turning his gaze on the shoes she left on the ground.

"Someone's been out, hm?"

She exhaled as she settled in his lap and lean on his chest. "Yeah, Nat and I were out for a bit." She looked up to meet his eyes through her lashes.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got home." He could truly see that she was sorry through her voice and expression. Her lips were slightly turning into a pout and her eyes were gleaming from the fire. She was precious to look at.

Before he could answer, she cut him off by placing a kiss on his lips, his eyes closing and deeply exhaling just as her fingers run through his hair. He was supposed to be cold but he was a sucker for her touch and affection.

As they pulled in synch, he tried to focus. But her intoxicating scent wasn't helping. He tried to circle back on his concern. He was a soldier damn it. Luckily, when her scent came laced with alcohol, he succeeded.

"Where have you been, luv?"

"Nat brought us in a club." She studied his face, from his short hair, dark brows, little scars that she covers with kisses, to his nose and sexy lips. She avoided his eyes. He was staring at her as if they were in an interrogation.

"Got drunk clubbing, hm?" She helped him put his bourbon aside before leaning back on his warm hard chest. Wrapping his free arm around her waist on her own to play with his fingers, another way of avoiding his intimidating gaze.

"Just a little." She murmured. His brows were slightly meeting as he watch her curl in his lap, her adorableness tugging a tiny smile on his lips.

"Did someone tried to flirt with my beautiful princess?" He drew a blush on her cheeks and an adorable scowl.

"No. Even if there was, I wouldn't let them." There was a hint of smug in her delivery that made him chuckle.

"Wouldn't let them, huh?" He leaned down on her and caressed the side of her face to make her meet his eyes.

"And if I try to flirt with you?" Their close proximity was making her heart beat fast. She became nervous. As if they weren't married for years.

"My clothes will disappear." She said with pure honesty that it made him grin and scoff a laugh.

He smirked and pulled her closer, his big hands brushing up and down her back, pulling her to leave a kiss on her forehead. "I love you." She mumbled, eyes shut from his rare display of affection.

"Love' you so fuckin' much." He mumbled, lids down while inhaling her scent that only sensed like home. She was the only thing that could calm his whole system down. What ever it is that he did to deserve her must've been something divine.

She has never felt safer anywhere else than in his arms. His was the only cage she was more than willing to be chained forever.

They stayed glued together on the couch for a while. Listening to the rustling flame, finishing his cigarette while she fought her heavy lids putting her down to sleep. It was a peace Simon deserved after a draining mission. The dancing flame under the bricks was the only entertainment around, her head tucked under his chin made her hair close to his face filling his nose with the scent of her shampoo, while she inhaled his smell, the manly scent she misses so much.

They later on decided to prepare for bed, both too tired to eat. Their tangled picture on the couch previously was recreated on their bed. "How was the mission?" She mumbled while watching his chest rise and fall.

"Draining." He replied, the vibration of his chest and his steady heart beat making her feel secured.

"You must be tired." She brushed her palm on his chest. His muscles slowly relaxing as he lets her. Letting her brush the tension and stress from work away.

He sighed. "Just glad to be home with you."

"Me too. It's always lonely without you here."

"I know." He tucks away her hair softly, touching her carefully as if she was delicately fragile.

"I hate leaving you. Always." A sketch of furrowed brows was on his face as he recall every moment of receiving a call for deployment, when he leaves while she's peacefully asleep, or when she tries her best to hold back tears when she deliver him away to the door.

"I hate that you leave me either." She chuckles her pain away.

He carries her up to sit her on his lap. "I don't like you being alone here either." He explains as he tucks more hair away, watching her bare face stare back at him. "Hate it knowing you're all by yourself in this empty house. Makes me fuckin' worried."

"Hmm.. I know. It always worry me, thinking if you'll ever even come back." She confessed, looking down on her fingers. Then looking back up to meet his brown eyes when courage arrived.

"Thank you for always coming back home to me, Simon." Her eyes fluttered, looking right into his eyes as she appreciates him. He was so fucking confuse how he managed to have a woman like her marry him. Meaning those words to her heart as if he deserved someone to worry and wait for him to come back, not to die in the battlefield of war.

"I'll never stop coming back to you, for as long as I can. You're my whole world, love. You don't know how much I'm willing to do anything for you."

"I love you so much." He whispered to her as he closed the gap between their faces. Capturing her lips and letting them linger against each other before slowly pulling away. "I love you more."

"Impossible." He says as he lay them down, letting her nuzzle into his embrace like a kitten under the sheets.

He pulls her even closer, not wanting to leave any spaces between their bodies before settling down and lean on her shoulders to rain them with soft kisses. She felt so safe yet so fragile against him. His warmth replacing the cold bed she forces herself to sleep on before now drives her to slumber easier than blinking.

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wangxianficrecs · 28 days

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A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked

🔒 A Glimpse of Past Glory

by masked (@hamburgergod)

T, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands. “It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.” “Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds. Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s… Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails. - A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt. Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core. Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds. “Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!” Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful? “I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”

pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#April 2024 #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #short fic <15k #teen #masked #A Glimpse of Past Glory #pov alternating #post-canon #established relationship #bamf wei wuxian #swordfighting #short & sweet #fluff #domestic fluff #slice of life

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fandomfloozy · 2 months

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Hozier confirming that Too Sweet was a contender for the Gluttony Circle only for the tiktok girlies to still misconstrue the song as a REJECTION of its subject is honestly gonna be my villain origin story

#the whole thing is so domestic #the know each other's lives and daily routines #he calls them “babe” so flippantly #im CERTAIN they live together #and thats why he knows theyre too good for him!!!!#yet he cant help but still WANT them #BECAUSE theyre sweet!!!#and the rest of his life is just so BITTER #BUT HES A GLUTTON SO HES NOT JUST GONNA GO SO FAR AS TO LET THEM GO!!!#anyway #Hozier #unheard #too sweet #hozier ep #unheard hozier #too sweet hozier

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annabelle--cane · 6 months

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one of the most frequent criticisms of waitress that gets tossed around is "it's too cutesy and saccharine" and I don't not get what people are getting at when they say that but I feel like the show has considerably too much on-stage sex and domestic violence for that to really ring true. tbh.

#not to go all identity politics but I think you can only find it overly sweet if you've never been in proximity to domestic abuse #the scenes with earl and jenna are Tense. like sometimes hard-to-watch tense.#waitress #marina marvels at life

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neishroom · 1 year

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rushali singh’s parents think she’s at foxbury pursuing her education...but rushali dropped out to be a globetrotter :]

#i got tired of domestic life okay maybe i just want a silly little save #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #*rushali #*sweet save #i guess this is my current household lol #also doing the globetrotter challenge #*globetrotter challenge

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kaeyapilled · 1 year

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god the kaebedo propaganda got me so bad. a couple of months ago i was like "eh im pretty neutral towards them i just think they're neat :)" nowadays i have SEVERE brainrot about the intricacies of their relationship and how their origins relate to each other and and and

#and they don't even interact that much in canon this is two thirds me being delulu #i need them to kiss and i need the kiss to be not just a kiss but also a metaphor #i need them to be cute and sweet and domestic and also tremendously sad and it needs to start tense and almost bitter #(what do you feel like when someone with such close ties to the past you're trying to escape shows up in your life?)#godddddddd im a kaebedo girlie fine you guys got me. im fully converted #kaebedo #my posts #kaeyaposting #albedo #kaeya

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iaxsl · 7 months

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zoro loves luffy. he didn't know it was love until two years later. the realization happened suddenly. an oh moment that he's only heard about from perona when she would force him to listen to her rants on some new novel she was reading. he didn't know love could feel so light, carefree, simple. however, should he have expected it to feel any different? especially when the person he happens to love is luffy, his captain.

you would expect a realization like this to change something. but with luffy everything just feels so simple. nothing changes, not really. and if the crew notices that he looks at luffy a little longer, reaches for him a little more, or smiles a little brighter when he's around they don't say anything.

luffy, however, doesn't notice. zoro knows he'll never notice. that doesn't matter to him. he'll never leave luffy's side, long after they've both fulfilled their dreams. long after the crew eventually decides to part ways. zoro will stay by luffy's side. for now and forever, to hell and back. zoro will stay with luffy no matter what.

#one piece #zolu #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #luffy #zoro #this is longer than i expected #i feel like zoro being in love with luffy feels so canon however it's not something he cares to pursue #love is just another word for his devotion to luffy #love or not he would stay by luffys side till the end #also i like to think that zoro and perona would stay up to chat about the characters in peronas gothic romance novels #zoro probably thought falling in love would be a dramatic life changing event #i think this type of love fits him better #simple and sweet #also how do you write aroace characters?? i need to get better at that #because i love shipping luffy with others but he is so aroace i dont want to write him too ooc y'know?#luffy and zoro have a platonic domestic partnership in the future #silly thoughts

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fungal-rot · 29 days

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Sweet, Domestic Life

this one's actually based off a lucid dream i had months ago and oh how i wish to be back there </3 so i decided to write a quick little one shot about it

pairing: Joel x Reader

summary: you and joel have a three year old daughter, and today is her birthday. the two of you are setting up for her party!

warnings: age gap between joel and reader, no specified age for reader, jackson!era, the daughter isn't named here bc i wanted it to feel a little more personal for the reader, but her nickname is Bug, you and Joel make out for a quick second, your child is a cock-block, reader is referred as mama.

w.c.: 1.2k

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Mermaid-Princesses.

That is the theme your three year old daughter had her little heart set on. And of course, Joel did everything in his power to make it happen because 'whatever daddy's girl wants, daddy's girl gets.' So now here you were, hunched over while holding a plastic tiara with pink, heart-shaped rhinestones in one hand, and trying to zip up the back of this corny little iridescent mermaid dress with the other- on a child that couldn't sit still for longer than a second.

"Bug, I need you to stop moving," You tell her as you followed her tiny steps, hand chasing the zipper as she toddled off. Joel sat on the couch, blowing up balloons and tying them off before bopping them elsewhere into the living room. He watched the two of you with a fond gleam in his eyes, chuckling under his breath as the girl argued incoherently, wanting to go play.

"W- hold on a sec, girlfriend." You huffed and placed your hands on your hips, peering down at her with a cocked brow, "I'm almost done."

"No, I play now." She spoke back immediately with a firm shake of her head and scampered off, tiny feet stomping against the hardwood floor. You sighed and threw your hands up before letting them drop back to your sides with a light smack.

Toddlers, man.

"She gets that from you," Joel commented, a smirk turning up one corner of his mouth as he tied off another balloon. "That 'tude. Just as sassy as her mama." He tossed the balloon into the air and smacked it in your direction.

With a quick titter, you reached out and tapped the bottom with the tiara, letting it hover for a second longer before hitting it to the ground with the rest. "Mm, you must be so happy." Your brows waggled teasingly with an imperceptible back-and-forth nod of your head.

Joel was silent for a beat, his heart leaping in his chest as he stared back at you. He thought about all he's lost, all he's gained, and where he's at right now. He never thought he'd have another kid after Sarah, let alone two. Life was currently really good for the older man. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, gaze softening as he gave you the gentlest smile, "The happiest." He responded sincerely.

Your shoulders droop a bit with a fluttering feeling growing in your stomach. Then making your way towards him, you sat down and ran your fingers through the graying hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you," With a murmur you lean in and press a delicate, chaste kiss to his cheek, only for him to return it by swiveling his head and cupping your jaw tenderly, kissing you slowly and passionately. Joel placed a big hand at the small of your back as he licked at your bottom lip before slipping it in for a deep, loving kiss; noses pressed against the others cheek as he wrapped another arm around you.

He pulled away, just enough to reply, "I love you," and crashed his mouth against yours once more.

Then your daughter came running back in, now holding a pair of pink plastic princess pumps, the face of Aurora- Sleeping Beauty- buttoned at the top in feathery down in her pudgy hands, "Mama, shoes."

Your lips part from Joel's with a wet 'smack' as you peer down at your kid, nodding vaguely with a smile, "Yeah, they are! You want mama to help?" You tentatively reach your hands out in an offering, but she quickly turned her body from you, hugging the toy shoes to her chest.

"No, I do'd it."

You giggled, finding her grammar mishap endearing. "Okay, you 'do'd' it, then."

She turned her back to the two of you and crouched down, carefully placing the items to the floor before standing upright again, teetering a bit and grasping Joel's knee for support. He held out his arms, spotting her as he arched his brows in light amusement.

"Y'got it?" He asked, head tilting while he watched his babygirl hike a leg up, struggling to find balance.

"No." She answered softly, lips thinning and brows furrowing with concentration. The shoes were certainly too big for her, you noticed, as she slipped one foot in and lifted the other to do the same.

"Y'want my help?"

"No."

Joel turned to you with a flat expression, eyes saying, 'I told you.'

Yeah, this was definitely your child.

Yet you shrug your shoulders dismissively, slipping the tiara into his hair, leaving it lopsided, "Here, hold that," you spoke and took the opportunity to finally get your daughter's dress zipped, careful to not snag her hair or undershirt into it.

"And she actually gets her stubbornness from you, by the way." You smoothed her sleeves out, working your way down to adjust the shimmery tail of her dress, tugging at the hem slightly while she got her other foot in the slipper, bending over to reach for a red balloon.

All he could do was hum in response, the corner of his mouth flitting up as he grabbed the inflated sack of rubber and handed it to her. She held it up over her head, the static electricity making her hair stand up.

When she finally got situated, Joel let his arms lower a bit as she turned, arms still over her head while her feet scuffled against the floor.

Your daughter's face beamed with delight as she looked between the two of you proudly.

"Lookit you!" Joel exclaimed, mirroring her expression. His palms then splayed under her armpits, and with a soft grunt he picked her up, placing her on his lap before smoothing her flyaways down. He plucked the tiara off his head and placed it on hers, adjusting it so it would sit right, "Daddy's li'l princess."

Her shoulders turned up, now holding the balloon in one pudgy hand while the other placed against her mouth with a scrunched nose and toothy smile as she giggled excitedly.

"More like daddy's li'l stinkbutt," Another voice entered. Ellie walked in, kicking a few balloons to the side with arms folded over her chest as she observed the little girl with a playful glint in her eyes. The comment didn't faze the toddler one bit; instead she lifted her feet, presenting them to Ellie.

"Bellie, shoes." Her voice squeaked, legs kicking and arms reaching out to be held. The oldest girl laughed quietly at the mispronunciation of her name and leaned down to pick her up from Joel's lap, hoisting her onto her hip with a soft bounce.

"I see that, Bug!" She began to walk off, continuing to hold the conversation. "You know what a princess needs? A knight," Her voice carried through the living room and down the hall.

"I'll protect you from dragons, and monsters, and weird men who want to court you-"

You chortled with a shake of your head, leaning into Joel's side, resting your head on his shoulder and run your hand between the spot on his shoulder blades. The two of you sat there, relishing in the family you've created. Even though life wasn't like it used to be, it was still a nice change of pace to what you've endured before.

Life was good.

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again, thank you, everyone who’s shown me support and love on my last fics. i’m very grateful for every reblog and comment, please keep doing that. it makes me motivated to keep writing.

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absolutely-normal-about-x · 1 month

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I think it would be sweet concept that X’s Cooking ability came from a desire to take care of Dr.Caín when he was still living with him as a form of repaying him for everything he has done for him but but also has a curiosity of food preparation.

At first he wasn’t perfect at it, I mean when he made soup foe the first time it was literally on fire. (HOW DID THE BOWL OF SOUP WAS ON FIRE!?)

But he was determined to perfect it or at least be in the level of a Homecooked meal. Bro isn’t serving 5 star meals at a restaurant Jesus. But at same time he wants Dr Cain to at least enjoy his cooking. Over time he picked up as a hobby learning and experimenting new recipes to see what he can do with.

Dr. Cain of course supported X of it. He enjoys his cooking! Always complimenting his meals and puts out pointers cause he’s still learning. Or hell even at times helping X out in the kitchen, despite his old age Dr.Cain did some chores like washing the dishes so it was a interesting experience of teaching him how to at least clean up after cooking (X took the sanitation part very seriously as he learns on in order to cook the kitchen must be cleaned and organized once you are done!).

Hell he even cooked for the hunters once…He has never seen Zero eat like a feral animal before…

Then the wars happened since then X never had the time to cook for himself. Especially it hurts even more once Dr. Cain passes away…he only cooks time from time but the enjoyment of making meals and its comfort was lost to him…

That all changed once Axl came into the picture and X started to slowly get back into enjoying it once again…realizing that Cooking for others is what brings joy to him.

#megaman x #headcanon #Listen X absolutely would thrive in domestic life #LIKE LISTEN HE CAN BE A UNIT OF A BEAST OR A SWEET SWEET SOUL #rockman x #zero

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Egg: Domestic Days

Summary: Modern AU. Just your normal average every day domestic life with the two husbands and their adoptive daughter. Only, not so very normal, but so very adorable in the end.

Warnings: Mention of violence, death, and emergency medical situations.

“Hm?” hummed Neuvillette, as he looked over to his ringing phone at the opposite end of his office desk. His workday still had a few more hours to go, and it was rather odd to be getting a call this late in the day, or at all. Typically, the only calls he would get was during his lunchbreak, or after he had locked up his office and left for the night to return home. Both calls, of course, being Wriothesley to check in on him. The man was rather independent and stoic on the outside to others, but when it came to Neuvillette, he was extra diligent in making sure that he was properly taken care of, and everything was running smoothly. Neuvillette bore a frown as his mind started to race about what could be happening for Wriothesley to be calling him outside of his normal time. This made him think back to the fresh scare they just went through not too long ago now.

The two of them had recently gotten married and had returned from their overseas honeymoon. Relaxed, rejuvenated and more in love than ever before, they had both come back to homelife more ready than ever. Their adoptive daughter, Sigewinne, was delighted upon their return, having stayed with their close family friend, Navia and her girlfriend, Clorinde while they were away. Luckily, the two women somehow survived her hyperactive antics by giving her copious number of stickers and a sticker book for her to strategically and artistically position them in. For a five-year-old, she was very active and full of life, more so, they felt, than other children. She also took to watching odd medical videos here and there, which, they made sure to keep the extra gory ones out of her view, but still had her watch the simpler ones to quench her curiosity. Wriothesley’s sister had passed away a year or two prior, the dad not being in the picture. Having been close to Sigewinne since birth, they immediately began the adoption process, having just processed the last few bits of paperwork within the past couple of weeks, making it officially legal that she was now their daughter. Though she felt immense grief for the loss of her mother, she seemed to be rather attached to the two men, and they wouldn’t have it any other way for now, until she needed to develop more independence.

However, it appeared that bad luck seemed to strike their little family again, as the worst event of their shared lives together had occurred. That night was horrible, and one that Neuvillette wanted to forget. He had noticed that his husband was late getting back home one night, it was odd, given that Neuvillette had rather late hours some nights, depending on the court cases that he was presiding over. Normally, Wriothesley would be in the shower and in bed, having taken care of Sigewinne and put her to sleep as well, and there would be a dinner waiting for him on the counter, or some form of their favorite take out meal. However, that night he was only greeted by Sigewinne, who was red in the face from crying saying that Wriothesley had rushed out of the door hours ago, accidentally left his cellphone, and told her to stay put and that he would be back soon. It had been hours since then, and his phone was dead, the charger probably being left in his car so there was no way for the phone to stay on. The man had a chronic habit of always leaving his phone uncharged and seemingly at 10% battery life constantly, how Neuvillette wondered, he managed that, he had no clue. It drove him nuts, especially that night.

Almost as soon as Sigewinne had latched herself onto Neuvillette’s leg and started crying, his phone started ringing. Startled, he dropped his laptop bag, dug out his phone while petting her head and holding her tight against him, to try to calm her down. He was very familiar with the phone number that appeared on the screen. Chevreuse, the police captain, never called unless it was an emergency. Neuvillette’s heart dropped, he knew that no good news was going to come out of this conversation. He hesitated for a slight second, before he pressed for information in the most serious tone that he could muster. Chevreuse cut immediately to the chase.

She explained that as Wriothesley had started to investigate a recent crime scene that they needed his assistance with, as the suspect seemed armed and dangerous and possibly still in the area and he was the one to handle situations such as this. As luck, or the lack thereof had it, it seemed like the perpetrator came back to site and had shot the man through his leg and arm as he was sifting through for evidence. Turned out that the criminal had a rather hateful tone towards any symbol of justice, and Wriothesley had happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. As Chevreuse continued, Neuvillette learned that his husband had sustained multiple gunshot wounds and had been rushed to the nearby hospital for emergency surgery. Neuvillette wasted no time, turning off the call and making sure to drop off Sigewinne with Navia and Clorinde again, thanking them for being able to accommodate her on such short notice, and immediately making his way to the hospital.

Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. Neuvillette, with his given reputation, was ushered into a private waiting room area that was outside the surgery room. He right leg bounced up and down in nervous anticipation, his mouth ran dry, and there was a light coating of sweat upon his skin. His heart felt like it was going to rip itself out of his chest at any moment. He had never felt such a fear in his entire life, and he surely hoped that he would never feel something like that again. After what felt like an eternity, a doctor, dressed in full surgical garb, came out, sitting down next to him. He explained that the damage was extensive, but the surgery was a success. With time, and physical therapy, Wriothesley would be able to function normally again, but any strenuous activity might prove to be a challenge, such as chasing down a suspect or fighting his way out of a situation. Neuvillette didn’t care, they’d work through all of that. He was just happy that his husband was alive, that he would pull through.

After a week of recovering in the hospital, Wriothesley was allowed to go back home. Neuvillette couldn’t have been happier, and Sigewinne had missed him so much, that she had drawn at least sixteen different pictures of them all living together again, and a big giant letter written, poorly but adorably, of how much she loved him and hoped that he got better soon (not counting the ones that she already made for him and gave him while he was recovering in the hospital). Wriothesley couldn’t have been happier, especially when he was able to lay down in his own bed, huffing in the familiar scent of himself and Neuvillette, he was finally truly home. Neuvillette couldn’t have been happier either, but one thing did worry him in the back of his mind. How exactly would Wriothesley handle his job now? The physical demands might outweigh what his recovering body could handle.

It took a few nights of discussing, and to Neuvillette’s shock, it was Wriothesley’s idea to put in his resignation and quit his position. His main reasoning being that Sigewinne had already lost her mother, his sister, and with her having been a single mom, they were the only two parental figures that she had left. They couldn’t risk their lives when they had one to raise. Plus, Wriothesley could see the worry and stress that Neuvillette was exerting the whole time. The man could fool the average person, but Wriothesley could see right through him like he was the clearest window. He never wanted to cause his lover that much pain and anguish again. Besides, he had a real soft spot for kids. He didn’t want to admit it, but maybe home life was more his style now anyway. They discussed it more and agreed that Wriothesley would take care of the home matters, and would get a job when he was ready, if he felt like he was ready to return to the workforce. Being a judge, Neuvillette brought in enough funds where they wouldn’t have to worry for money, so it worked out in the end.

Now, you can see why sudden phone calls made outside of the normal timeframes made Neuvillette nervous. He carefully picked up his phone, seeing that it was Wriothesley calling. He swiftly hit the accept button.

“Wriothesley? Is everything alright?” Neuvillette tried to remain poised, but he knew Wriothesley would be able to hear the hint of worry and panic in his voice.

“What? Oh, yeah, everything’s fine! I just got a call from the school earlier, looks like Sigewinne came down with a fever after lunch and went to the nurse’s office.” Wriothesley had barely finished his sentence before he heard Neuvillette gathering his things in the background. If Wriothesley had a soft spot for Sigewinne, Neuvillette was the dad of all dad figures of protectiveness of her. She had him wrapped around her little finger, completely.

“Hey! Hey! Stop it! Listen to me, you seadragon!” Wriothesley yelled out, a ‘cute’ little nickname that he had given Neuvillette ever for one afternoon he sat his then fiancé down, discussing in depth about how he loved leafy seadragons and how unique they were. Wriothesley could hear the rustling cease and started to continue.

“Listen, I already picked her up and we’re back home. She’s resting now, and I’m about to make her some soup and turn on her heated blanket on the living room couch. I knew you’d drop everything to take care of it, and I beat ya to it. Take your time getting home, no rush, okay? Just focus on finishing up the workday, and we’ll both be waiting home for you, sound good? I’ll get dinner cooking once I know she’s passed out and resting.” Wriothesley said, in a calming tone.

This did ease Neuvillette’s nerves. “Alright, are you sure? Do you need me to pick up anything on the way? Does she need any more blankets?”

“God no! You buy her every blanket she sparkles her little eyes at, we got enough! Just shut up, get your shit done and come home already!” Wriothesley growled out, clearly a little irritated, but also in an adoring manner.

“Wriothesley! Language!” scolded Neuvillette, though you could hear the playful smile through his tone quite easily.

“Eh, she’s fine, she’s in her room changing into her pjs now. Anyways, see you in a bit, love you!” the man teased as the line went dead.

Neuvillette rushed back over to his desk, turning his laptop back on and sifted through files and paperwork like never before.

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Not even an hour later, Neuvillette arrived home. Sure, he brought some of his work home with him, but he didn’t want to spare a single moment, wanting to make sure that their little girl was okay and not needing anything else. The second that he opened the front door of their home, he looked at the immediate living room, and he had to take a moment to pause. The scene before him was one that he would etch into his memory forever, his heart swelling in pure adoration and love.

Wriothesley and Sigewinne were both laying on the floor in front of the entertainment center, completely passed out. Looks like Wriothesley had gathered enough of her silly little decorated blankets to create a decent sized makeshift bed, and they were passed out asleep in it, almost completely enshrouded with even more blankets. Wriothesley was covered in stickers that Neuvillette was sure she had placed on him while he was asleep, and she was all snuggled up with to him, her face a little flushed, but otherwise fine. He eyed some medicine that was on the living room table, it must’ve made her pass out just as fast as his husband had.

Neuvillette quietly walked over and got down onto his knees, using the back of his hand to check Sigewinne’s forehead, satisfied when he felt that the fever wasn’t too high, just high enough to make him want to keep a close eye on her, though. He then turned his attention to his husband, who was lightly snoring, a shark sticker stuck on his forehead. He silently reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, making sure that it was on silence mode, and took a picture. He was going to put that as his background, curious to see how long it would take Wriothesley to notice later. He lowered his head, giving his lover a soft kiss on the forehead, and then one lightly on his lips. He was shocked to feel Wriothesley, softly, kiss him back, and then turned to his side, still asleep. God, he loved this man more than anything in the world, and he was going to give him and their little girl every bit of the world they ever wanted, because they deserved it.

Well, a little late to start dinner now, he supposed. He swiped open his phone and began ordering their favorite take out meal, plus some extra soup and bread on the side. He would provide and take care of his family, as silly as they may be.

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