#that's just her silly dad that's just how his face is 🥺

[willowser]

i also think that katsuki's baby isn't like. scared of him.

even though she's trying to stick her fingers up his nose and touching his face with damp, sticky hands and pulling on his hair, when he presses his nose to hers and huffs out like an angry bull and tells her quit. it. she just LAUGHS. because that's just her silly dad 🥺

or she starts shrieking just because and he gives her the wildest, most surprised look and she just giggles away. and he presses his mouth to her little ear and tells her, stop y'r screamin' and she pulls away to grin at him, fiddling with her ear before letting out another scream just so he'll do it again 🥺

#he's not really serious #not entirely #he does want her to quit it but #the angry look he gives her is exaggerated on purpose 🥺 #and then he lightly bites her ear and she just keeps doing it aldjfujdka #that's just her silly dad that's just how his face is 🥺 #cw children #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou

[lovebugism]

Could you pleaseeee do more single dad!Eddie 🥺

✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ stand by me ]

summary: after totally embarrassing yourself at eddie's kid's birthday party, the metalhead single dad from the trailer park shows you his (perhaps equally embarrassing) favorite movie. (2.9k)

pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: eddie and maeve universe, strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, girl dad eddie munson™, fluff, ugly crying at movies

You never did crack open that bottle.

The one you accidentally brought to Eddie’s kid’s birthday party? Yeah, that one. The glass container sits unopened on the coffee table in front of you, casting amber reflections on the old wood beneath the lamplight. It’s just a silly conversation starter now. You’ve got no real reason to drink it, anyway.

There’s nothing more intoxicating than Eddie Munson’s presence.

Sunrays spill from your mouth when you tip your head back to laugh. You turn to look at the boy on the other end of the couch, and your warm cheek squishes against the cushion. “Stand By Me is not your favorite movie!” you argue, giggling softly with disbelief.

Eddie has no idea how big he’s smiling. He’s too busy staring at you to notice the beam on his face. 

He shrugs his shoulders, now free from the confines of his leather jacket. He wears a faded Peanuts shirt now. A hand-me-down, you figure. “I mean… Land Before Time is a really close second,” he answers in a teasing lilt.

“Oh, yeah. Only the saddest movie ever made.”

“Maeve used to love it. And, like, not in a normal way— She used to make me play it for her until the tape spun out,” Eddie tells you, chuckling softly to himself. “It grew on me eventually, but… Then she grew out of it.”

You watch him get all forlorn at the thought. You meet his subtle pout with a scrunched nose. “Well, she’s only four, right? Surely, she hasn’t had time to grow out of much.”

Eddie scoffs and slouches further on the couch until his thighs spread. “You’d be surprised. Every time I think I— you know— start to understand her a little bit or whatever, she just… She changes, you know? Like, overnight.”

He doesn’t mean to get so suddenly sentimental about the whole thing. Especially not in front of a pretty girl he only met eight hours ago. He’ll blame it on the late night and the existential dread that always comes with birthdays. He conceals his brooding behind a dumb joke.

“I mean, just this morning, Maeve’s favorite animal was a Hefflelump… Now it’s a blobfish.”

You try to hold back your laughter. You fail. The sunshine-coated giggle sputters from your mouth despite your attempts to keep it hidden. Eddie only laughs because you are.

“I should’ve said turtle or something,” you humor with a roll of your eyes, tucking your knees to your chest. “Or, like, a badger. Maybe then I wouldn’t have gotten made fun of all day.”

“Those aren’t any less normal,” Eddie chuckles with a lopsided grin, dark chocolate eyes twinkling ‘cause he never really liked normal anyway.

You shrug. “Agree to disagree.”

“You wanna know something?” he blurts after a long beat of silent smiles. “When I tucked her in, she made me promise to take her to the aquarium tomorrow. Said she wanted to see ‘if the blobfish were just as gross in real life.’

You smile so wide your eyes squint at the edges. “Do they have blobfish at the aquarium?” you laugh.

Eddie shrugs. “Probably not. But she’ll get to pet a stingray or somethin’. Then she’ll forget all about it.”

“Sounds fun…” you murmur, picking at pills of cotton on the old couch with a suddenly anxious hand. 

“Yeah. Parenting always is,” Eddie hums with a distant smile. “Even when it isn’t.”

“Should I— Should I, like, go?” you stammer.

The boy seems shocked by your question. His fluffy brows pinch as he hums. “Huh?”

You squirm, less than comfortable in your own skin. “Well, I mean, it’s… It’s getting kinda late and everything, and… If you guys are going into the city in the morning, I don’t wanna, like, keep you or whatever—”

Suddenly anxious, Eddie sits up a little straighter. “No! No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he responds, then quickly follows with wide eyes. “Unless— Unless you want to leave—”

“I don’t!” you answer, equally flustered.

Eddie forces an awkward chuckle. “I don’t want you to think I’m, like, keeping you hostage here or something—”

“I just don’t wanna overstay my welcome—”

“You couldn’t,” he insists.

You nod, and in a mousy voice, you reply, “Well, you couldn’t keep me hostage, so…”

Eddie grins. “Good.”

“Good,” you echo.

“So… Wanna watch a movie or something?” he offers with a fluttering heart and fidgeting hands. 

He feels like a teenage boy all over again — only he never actually got the opportunity to ask a pretty girl out when he was a teenager. People weren’t exactly fighting to spend time with the local freak back then. Or now, really.

Except you.

“Whaddaya got?”

“Well, let’s see…” he says, grunting as he rises from the couch. 

Eddie walks the short distance to the box television across the room — which Maeve has carefully decorated with a collection of sparkly stickers. He sorts through the VHS tapes stacked in less-than-organized piles with a ringed hand, realizing must’ve left all the good stuff at Wayne’s.

“Oh, you know… All the Maeve Munson favorites…” he singsongs with a sigh.

“Surprise me,” you call from the couch.

Eddie rises then, with two bulky VHSs clutched within ringed fingers. He holds them on either side of his face and grins between them. “Stand By Me or Land Before Time?”

“Stand By Me,” you answer with a firm nod. “Unless, you know, you wanna see me ugly cry.”

“That’s second date territory,” he quips with a wink, suddenly and very uncharacteristically cool. “Stand By Me it is.”

—————

You’re crying on a stranger’s couch about ninety minutes later. 

The credits roll in static colors on the tiny television across from you. The low bass of a nostalgic song floats quietly through the living room — If the sky, that we look upon, should tumble and fall… Or the mountains, should crumble to the sea…

Eddie looks on with a sympathetic beam as you hide your teary face behind your palms. He can’t tell if you’re shaking from sobs or from laughter. Maybe a healthy mixture of both. “I thought you weren’t gonna cry!” he chuckles.

You peek at him through your fingers. Your eyes are glassy with tears and squinting at the edges with a smile. “I forgot how sad it was!” you sniffle, then laugh at yourself.

I won’t cry, I won’t cry… No, I won’t shed a tear…

“You’re crying, too!” you observe as the boy beside you wipes at his eyes with his fingertips. You reach over to shove him with a playful hand. “You big softy!”

Eddie scoffs and swipes his nose with the back of his wrist. “I’m not crying! I’m just… I had something in my eye.”

“Tears?” you tease with a scrunched nose.

He nods, and with a sheepish look in his eyes, he says, “Yeah…”

Your quiet laughter entwines, filling the dim living room with something sparkly and golden. The sound of violins swells in a similar way. Eddie’s eyes flutter shut as he begins singing the lyrics to himself, not really trying but sounding pretty anyway.

“Just as long, as you stand, stand by me…” he croons quietly. You beam and sing softly along with him, audibly less serious about the whole thing. “And darlin’! Darlin’! Stand by me… Oh, stand by me—”

Both of you quieten when a door squeaks about open down the hall. The distant screech is followed by the patter of tiny footsteps. Eddie huffs and sits up a little straighter. “Ah, shit…”

Your face floods with horror. “Was I too loud?” you whisper.

“No. It’s just midnight,” he answers, shaking his wild head. “She always wakes up at midnight. Like my personal little Gremlin.”

Maeve appears in the dark hallway then, drowning in one of her dad’s old t-shirts. Corroded Coffin, the front of it reads, in what seems to be hand-made lettering. The thing fits her like a gown. 

Her curls sit in an untamed halo around her head from the intensity of her slumber. She rubs at her swollen eyes with chubby fists. Eddie can’t help but grin at the sight of her. 

“Hey, Mayday,” he coos. “What happened? You can’t sleep?”

The girl shuffles to her father like it’s muscle memory to her. Still half-asleep, she grips his shirt with graceless fingers and climbs onto his lap with her eyes still shut. She cuddles into his torso, fitting perfectly there, while you sit frozen on the other side of the couch. Like maybe if you’re real still, she won’t notice you’re there.

“We gonna go see da blobfish now?” she wonders in tiny slurs against his chest.

Eddie’s cheek squishes against her head when he smiles. The expression gets lost in her wild chestnut locks. “Not yet, May. It’s too late— All the fishies are sleeping now. Like you should be.”

She shifts on his lap like she’s trying to get more comfortable there. Her cheek, indented with lines of sleep, rubs against his shirt when she turns to look up at him. “Need you to tuck me in,” she tells him, tiny chin bobbing against his chest.

Eddie juts back to see her better. “Again?” he humors with his brows raised behind his curly bangs.

“Mhmm,” she nods, slow and sleepy.

“Okay,” he hums, scoffing a tired chuckle. “I’ll tuck you in again, bug.”

You don’t mean to laugh. It just crawls up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. You try to hide it behind your palm, but Maeve still notices. 

Her fluffy brows scrunch together when she turns to you. She swipes at the hair sticking to her cheek with a fumbling hand to see you better. She doesn’t say anything, though. She just kinda blinks at you, with a brown-eyed, emotionless gaze.

You muster a wavering smile at the girl, lifting your hand in an unsure wave.

“Wanna go see the blobfish with us tomorrow?” Maeve blurts. Though, in her less than awake state, it sounds more like wanna go see da bobfish wiv us tommowow? It’s like you can feel your heart melting.

“The aquarium,” Eddie clarifies.

You squirm in your seat. “Oh, I… I can’t,” you sigh, then follow quickly when she pouts. “I wish I could! It sounds super fun, but I’m… I’m busy…”

You aren’t, really. ‘Cause tomorrow’s Saturday — the only thing you really have to do is try to wake up before noon. You just don’t know how else to turn her down.

“Maybe next time?” Eddie offers hopefully, mostly for Maeve’s sake.

You nod rapidly, just for Maeve. “Yeah. Next time. Definitely.”

“See? It’s okay,” Eddie lilts, squeezing gently at the girl’s sides until she’s smiling again. “We can have fun just you and me, right?”

Maeve pouts in response, a sort of snarled face that’s obviously playful.

Eddie laughs loud and boyishly in return. “Hey! Don’t make that face at me!” he exclaims, feigning offense. Maeve loses her poker face almost instantly as she giggles. “Go get in bed, you weirdo. I’ll tuck you in in a second.”

“And read me another book?” she presses hopefully.

He nods, knowing it’s a fight he’s bound to lose. “And read you another book.”

“Two of them?”

The girl holds her pointer and middle finger in front of her face. Eddie chuckles and guides the latter back down with a gentle hand. “One,” he corrects.

“Two.”

“One.”

“Two!”

A brief stare-off ensues, one in which you’ve got a front-row seat. Maeve’s dark chocolate gaze resembles her father’s — button-eyed and swimming with something honeyed and stubborn. She tilts her chin to her chest and glares unwavering at the man in front of her.

Eddie inevitably caves. He sighs so deeply his chest deflates. “Fine… Two. But only if you run real fast.”

Maeves slides down his denim-clad legs until her bare feet hit the carpet. She scurries down the hall without another word, quiet giggles fading with her footsteps. Eddie slumps against the couch with a small, contented sigh. 

You realize you haven’t stopped smiling for several minutes now. “She’s really sweet,” you compliment to fill the silence.

Eddie scoffs a gentle laugh. “Yeah. When she wants to be.”

The quiet returns. You run out of things to say. The notion of the late-late night settles more heavily upon you. You swallow hard and fight for a way out that doesn’t make it sound like Eddie hasn’t just given you one of the best nights of your life. 

“I think I’m gonna—”

“Well, I should—”

The boy starts speaking at the same time as you. You cut each other off without trying, then laugh quietly at yourselves.

“You first,” you tell him.

“I should go tuck Maeve in before she goes all Mayday mode and starts screaming at me,” Eddie says, only partly joking. 

His sweet little Maeve is only Mayday when she’s throwing a too-passionate tantrum. Or when it’s past midnight, and she’s acting like a total gremlin. He doesn’t particularly want you to witness either. ‘Cause kids tend to be pretty gnarly sometimes — especially when you aren’t the one raising them.

“Yeah, I should probably start heading home, anyway,” you reply. “It’s late.”

Eddie rises with a small huff. You follow behind him towards the front door, both of you moving with slow and heavy strides — neither particularly wanting the other to go. 

“Thanks for keeping me company,” he says beneath the sound of the screeching screen door. “And for helping Maeve have a good day and everything… Most people don’t really consider hanging out with a four-year-old and her dad a good time, so…”

“Well, most people are weirdos,” you scoff and slide past him through the doorway. “You and Maeve are, like, the coolest people in Hawkins.”

You stand ahead of him on the front steps of the trailer, glowing beneath the silver moon and the buzzing amber porchlight. Eddie lingers in the entryway and holds the door open with his shoulder, so he can hear Maeve when she inevitably starts shouting for him.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he wavers with a scrunched nose. “Maeve’s pretty cool and all, but… She definitely didn’t get that from me.”

“Your favorite movies are Land Before Time and Stand By Me,” you deadpan with a flat face. A smile inevitably pulls at your lips when you look at him too long, pretty as he is. “You’re cool, Eddie. Whether you wanna be or not.”

“Agree to disagree,” he grins, totally sheepish as he shrugs off the compliment. “Thanks for hangin’ around. Again.”

He feels like he’s said that too many times now, but he’s too full of gratitude to stop. It’s been just him and Maeve for so long. And, yeah, sure, Steve and Robin come around when they can, but they’ve got their own lives outside of this one. It isn’t every day someone appears at his trailer with a bottle of booze and the wherewithal to acclimate to his chaotic life.

Eddie feels like he should never stop thanking you, really.

You shrug. “Thanks for keeping me around. Again.”

“See you soon?” he wonders with a hopeful glint in his dark eyes, made a much lighter amber in the moonlight.

You nod firmly once. “‘Course.”

And even though that’s as good a dismissal as any, you both linger in the doorway still. Like your feet are glued in place. 

How are you supposed to walk away from him? The man with wild rockstar curls, rings on each finger, and a beaded bracelet with his daughter’s initial in the very center. The man who loves cartoons more than his toddler and cries with you at sad movies?

You figure you’ll spend forever chasing this foreign feeling he’s so effortlessly given you.

“Daddy!” Maeve shouts. Her high-pitched voice rings through the tiny trailer. It makes you wince a little. You didn’t think something so tiny could be so loud.

“And there’s Mayday…” Eddie lilts quietly, unflinching ‘cause he’s used to this by now.

“I’ll go,” you laugh, walking backward towards your car. “I’ll— I’ll see you around.”

“G’night,” he calls to you as he watches you go.

His chest stings when he realizes he never asked for your number. It feels much too awkward to do it now, and he’s only got a few minutes more before Maeve goes crazy on him. He should’ve asked you ages ago, really. But he didn’t. ‘Cause he’s an idiot.

You notice it, too, but you flash him a sheepish smile over your shoulder anyway. Even if you never hear from him again after you’re gone, you figure there’s always next year. 

Maeve will be another year older. Steve will bring you along to her party if you beg. Eddie will be in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and you’ll bring a bottle of booze just to make him smile. The alcohol will go untouched, though, as the two of you get lost in conversation and Stand By Me.

Even if all this was only destined to happen once every year — even if it was only supposed to happen once and never again — you’ll spend the rest of your life grateful that it happened at all.

With a cold hand trembling with longing, you wrench your car door open. Though your heart’s heavy with a distant worry that you may never be back here again, you grin at him through the grief and the small distance between you.

“Good night, Eddie.”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #eddie and maeve

[ssahotchnerr]

girl dad aaron AMUSEMENT PARK EDITION!!!!!!!

he would spend all his money at the ring toss just to get his girl the prize she wants. he would hold her hand on the swings. he would give into her begging to go on the big drop ride. he would ride in her bumper car, whispering, “c’mon. let’s bump into mommy. it’ll be funny.” he would make sure to smear her in sunscreen. he would let her wear his sunglasses. he would buy her dippin dots and funnel cakes and cotton candy. he would carry her on his shoulders. he would get wet on the water rides with her. he would guarantee they get to sit in the back or front carts (it’s only appropriate to sit in the front on some rides. other rides, it’s only appropriate to sit in the back. he would know which ride requires the back seat and which requires the front because he’s asked around because he wants his girl to have the best experience on the rollercoasters she can.) he would pack so much water to make sure everyone stays hydrated (he’s also got a fanny pack. i don’t make the rules.) he would pose for the cameras with her on the rides (silly faces, bunny ears, kissing her cheek, etc.) and he would obviously buy them and hang them on the fridge until the entire fridge is covered in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aw aw awwww are you trying to make me cry?????? 😭💞💞💞

baby girl's his ride buddy of the day 🥹🥹🥹 it works out perfectly too. i feel like aaron's not too keen on rides - he gets nauseous easily and can only take so much 😭 whereas you're still okay - so you'll go on the more extreme rides with jack. as the two of you are doing that, aaron's on the more tame rides with baby girl, or standing on the sidelines with her in his arms, pointing out you and jack on the ride 🥰 and for the kiddie rides that don't fit an adult, jack happily goes on those with her hehe <3333 best big brother

aaron's hand is always in hers, she's in his arms, or in a stroller, just always accounted for. he's terrified she'll somehow wander away (although she knows not to) or he knows how easily someone could come swoop her up and take her far away (mosley lane 😭😭😭😭) and STOP the visual of her on his shoulders, in his sunglasses that are far too big for her, gripping onto his hair or his head as she chatters away - pointing out what she sees, what rides she wants to go on, what snacks smell yummy, or simply talking about anything <3333 sobbing

when it comes to the prizes, aaron's definitely paying way more than what that item probably cost to make, and knows it's 'lowkey' a waste of money 😭 but there's no price when it comes to baby girl's happiness, he'll do whatever it takes 🥰 the smile that forms on her face when she finally gets the plushie she wanted??? priceless and it's a memory they'll both hold onto forever - aaron takes full advantage of those type of memories 🥺

the bumper cars!!!!!!!!!!! the true highlight of the day 😭 aaron's with baby girl, you're with jack. hehe you peer over as aaron's sneakily whispering to her and eyeing the two of you👀, you know what he's scheming and tell jack the very same thing 🤭 "we gotta get dad and your sister". the laughs that erupt from both of them as they bump into each other 😭😭😭😭 it's contagious, you and aaron are equally as giddy and are loving every second of it 🥰 they even both insist on riding multiple times just to crash into each other LOL

and omg aaron's prepared and stacked for every scenario possible. extra clothes, shoes, socks are in the car (for each family member) for after the water rides. he packs dramamine, ibruprofen, bug spray. he also strategically plans out when to eat snacks or food - to prevent upset stomachs after eating and going on rides 🥴 he brings a tonnn of sunscreen and applies frequently. omg the four of you are pulled off to the side, drinking water and taking a break - you unscrew the top of a water bottle for jack, simply turn your head, and are met with aaron's hands on your face - applying sunscreen generously for you too 😭😭😭🫶🏻 he also brought hats for extra coverage - jack has a baseball cap, baby girl has a cute lil bucket hat 🥰

and AWWW the pictures 🥹🥹🥹 aaron's sure to get multiples too - one for the fridge, for baby girl's room (a pic of them on her bedside table 😭😭😭😭 especially useful when she misses him when he's gone on a case and she just wants her daddy🥺) and his office 😭<3333

as the four of you leave the amusement park when night falls, baby girl is absolutely zonked 😭 her face is smushed into aaron's neck, arms around his neck, maybe even drooling a bit, completely out. hehe so aaron veryyyy carefully places her into her carseat as to not wake her up 🥹 ugh she had the best day <333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

[luveline]

Okay but what about Eddie and reader having been going strong for awhile and Eddie wants to take things further and ask reader to marry him, but he wants to ask Roan’s permission first bc he cares about her opinion.

I thought this was so cute! it's almost entirely eddie and roan but r is mentioned lots and lots and is also a bit long my bad 🥺 ♡ fem!reader

He really wants to get you a ring.

Eddie Munson can be stupid. He makes rash decisions all the time. He bets on the wrong horses and he's almost always late to parent-teacher conferences. He buys Roan's clothes by holding them up to her body in the middle of the store and asking her if she likes them. He knows there's a thousand wrong decisions to make and half of them he's already made, but he really thinks this is the right one.

He just needs Roan to agree.

You're at your own place for once. Not for Eddie's lack of trying — he'd asked you to move in twice already, and though you'd kissed him silly and told him you loved him an insane amount, you'd reasoned that you should keep your place. (Though you had, in a way, moved in anyhow.)

"I don't want us to rush anything, Eddie," you'd said carefully, eyes on Roan's dark head of hair across the room. He'd followed your gaze. "I don't want to be the evil step-mom."

He'd promised that could never, ever happen.

He probably shouldn't have. While Roan literally loves you so much it makes her cry, things can change.

Right now, Roan thinks that she's sharing Eddie, and she's doing a great job at adapting to all the changes that come with that. Your clothes in his room, your coats on the hangers. Your work stuff where her princess ponies used to live, your fancy shampoo next to her jellybean two-in-one. Getting married would make you her bona fide mom. Eddie's not sure Roan realises that she's the one who'd be getting shared.

Though you act like you're her mom already. It's one of the many reasons he loves you. You've never once made Eddie feel bad for being a dad, or for having Roan full time. You genuinely miss her when she's at Wayne's. You love his daughter. You play games and you sing songs and you cuddle her whenever you can. You wash her hair and take care of her curls, you do plaits and bows and bunches. You'd learned how to do all of that stuff without ever having been asked.

Eddie wants to marry you so badly it's a physical ache.

Which is why he's as scared as he is to ask her about it.

"Roan?" he calls, stretched out over the couch with a coke can on his chest. Moping, maybe.

"What?" she calls back, voice littler still because of the distance.

"Are you busy?"

He hears the tap running and then she appears, water dripping down to her wrists. Eddie swaps her for the coke can, rubbing her wet hands dry with the excess fabric of his shirt.

She sits on his stomach. She's incredibly big and small at the same time.

"What, dad?"

"I got something to ask you."

Roan squirms until Eddie brings his legs up to let her lean against his thighs like a chair.

"It's a big question," he says tentatively.

Roan crosses her arms in front of her, hands on his stomach. "Like, big as you?"

"Right. Super big."

She nods thoughtfully before flashing a huge, charming smile. "Okay."

Eddie lifts his hands to her small face, tucking her freshly shorn locks behind her ears. Long hair like daddy had been a good idea in theory, but she just can't stand all the fuss of it.

"I'm asking because... You're five now. And I know you have lots of big feelings. I wanna know what you think about-" He doesn't chicken out, per se, more like opens softly midway through. "Uh, how you feel about Y/N."

Roan wrinkles her nose. "I love her."

"I know you do. And you don't mind that she spends so much time here?"

Again, Roan looks perplexed. How many times has she cried now because she wants to see you and you're busy? How many times has Eddie told her you can't spend all your time here? It probably doesn't make much sense to her that he'd be asking.

"No. I wanted her for my princess party after and you said no."

He grins ruefully. "I didn't say no, babe. She couldn't come because she's at her own house tonight."

"Why can't she be at our house?"

Brilliant question.

"She has stuff to do." Like make sure moths haven't eaten your clothes. And dust.

You don't really spend a lot of time there.

Roan harrumphs. "Whatever. Why can't we go to her house, then?"

He takes Roan's hands into his and toys with her smaller fingers. "I can't really explain it. But you like when she's here all the time?"

"Yeah," Roan says, clearly bored of this conversation.

He laughs under his breath and steels himself for a bunch of huge questions.

"You know I love you more than anybody else?" he asks.

"I love you more," she argues.

"No, like. Out of everybody in the world, I love you the most. I could love Uncle Wayne the most, but I love you the most." Sorry, Wayne.

And while Eddie loves you so much (and Wayne, of course), it's the truth. You're always gonna be that tiny fraction below, though Eddie's not sure he likes the word below. It's a different kind of love, regardless.

Roan seems really, really happy with this prospect. She giggles for a second and throws her arms out toward him, face landing perfectly under his chin.

"I love you, daddy," she says. She manages to sound both shy and exuberant, little face digging into his collar. "I would pick you out of the world too."

"You would?" he asks. Eddie's not too proud to admit he wells up. He laughs it off, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he can.

"You first. Um, and Uncle Wayne and Y/N and damnation and Stacey P. second most."

"Damnation your imaginary dog is on the same level as Uncle Wayne and Y/N?" he asks, laughing hard enough to shake under her hug.

"Dad!"

"Sorry. Your totally real and invisible dog."

"Well, maybe not as much as Uncle Wayne and Y/N."

"No, I thought so."

She hides her hands inside of his short sleeves. Eddie lets her get on with it, happy and honestly buffeted by her affection. He feels both the euphoria of having a great kid and the self-satifaction of a parenting win.

"Do you think Y/N loves me that much?" Roan asks. "In the world?"

"Yes," he says without hesitation. "Of course she does."

"Mm," Roan hums, pleased. "I miss her."

"If I ask you my really big question, maybe we can go see her afterward. But it's- it's a big question, Roanie, I mean it. And it's okay if you don't know the answer, or if you feel mad or angry first."

Roan looks very concerned, climbing up on his chest to giggle at him. "Ast me, dad."

He blows her hair out of her eyes with a breath from the corner of his mouth. Heart in his throat, he grabs a hold of her waist in one hand and tries.

"I want to ask Y/N to marry me."

She blinks.

"I don't know if she'll say yes, but if she does that means lots of things would change. We would live together, and we'd maybe not live so close to Uncle Wayne, I'm not sure. Do you know what I mean?"

Roan leans forward. "Marry in a wedding?"

"Yeah. A big wedding. Or actually maybe a little one. I haven't really asked. Roan..."

He drifts off, distracted by her lovely tiny face growing more and more excited by the second.

"She would-"

"She would be my mom?" Roan shouts, eyes wide with a blazing amusement. "She would be my mommy?"

"Sweetheart," Eddie says apprehensively, "I'm not sure-"

"Oh my god," Roan says, already climbing off of his chest.

"Roan, I really need to finish talking to you," he says, listening to her sprint away in defeat. He rubs his eyes for a second, stressed, though slowly he starts to smile.

That's a good reaction.

That's a great reaction.

"Roan, if we get married, that means more- It means a lot of things," he calls, struggling to keep the smile out if his voice as he gets onto his feet to track her down.

"Yeah!" Roan calls.

Eddie walks down the hall and finds her in the middle of her room, backpack in the middle of her floor and upheaved. She's crammed three different teddies inside and a mismatched pair of pajamas, and now seems to be deciding between her pens or her long crayons.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting my stuff!"

He bites back a ridiculous smile. "For what?"

"You said we'd ask the question and go see Y/N," she whines, expecting a rejection.

"I didn't ask my question yet."

Roan shoves her crayons into her backpack and stares at him expectantly, a frenzy of ringlets and a palpable excitement.

He feels suddenly sheepish. "So can I... Is that okay? If I ask her to get married?"

Roan starts laughing like a maniac, the smallest, most intense vestibule of joy that's ever existed. "Dad, I need my shoes."

"No, but you can't tell her! It's a secret!" he warns seriously.

"You said we could go!"

He looks down at his girl. She's frenetic, jumping on both feet with her hands bunched into fists like she's willing to fight him for this. She wants to see you so badly now she's practically vibrating.

"Alright. Alright, come on. Let's get your shoes on."

Roan screams and runs past him, almost barrelling him down. He picks up her backpack and zips it closed, standing in the middle of her room for a few private seconds.

"Holy shit," he whispers.

"Dad!"

"I'm coming, Roan," he says, closing the door behind him.

-

more eddie and roan

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things fanfiction #fem!reader

[alonetimelover]

A fluffy little number 10 (5 words) for the blurb night🥺

"I miss you every day."

pairing: Harry Styles x popstar!reader

summary: YN is away and Harry is back home with their two kids - Judie and Teddy. When the name 'mama' is mentioned they just need to call her.

word count: 1k

blurb#1 blurb#2

popsatr!reader

“Judie. Please, put your brother down,” Harry said to his older child, seeing how Jude was lifting Teddy up and moving him somewhere else.

“But daddy. But daddy,” Jude repeated, fixing the laughing Teddy in his arms. “Teddy was falling on his bum! I don’t want him to fall.” 

Jude had a sad look on his face. From the moment Theodore, or Teddy like everybody called him, was born, Jude was very protective of him and his mother. Harry couldn’t get close to YN without Jude’s consent (that was based on asking his mum if she wanted him to let his dad through). But with days and weeks passing by, Jude learned that no one close to him wanted to harm his brother or mother. It didn’t change how his protectiveness stayed with him one year in the future though.

“Oh, I understand, Judie.” Harry kneeled in front of his children, being eye-to-eye with Jude. “But, Teddy is learning how to walk. You need to let him learn so he can run around the garden with you.” 

“But when you run you can fall and, and hurt your knee, or hands, or, or head. I did! Remember when I, when I fall long long time ago? I have an owie now.”

Judie forgot that he was holding Teddy and wanted to show his father the scar that formed on his left knee from two years ago. It was a bad fall that stopped Harry’s heart when he witnessed it. 

“Be careful,” Harry said, putting his hands around Teddy to hold him up.

“Oopsie. I’m sorry, little brother,” Judie whispered. “Can I kiss your cheek?”

“I think that Teddy would really love it if you did,” Harry encouraged, turning Teddy towards Jude. 

“But he didn’t say yes. You daddy and mummy say people have to wait for a, what was it called, daddy?”

“A green light.”

“Yes! Green light! And Teddy don’t have one.”

“I’m very happy that you remembered our conversation, Judie. Good job!” Harry smiled, feeling proud of his son. “We also talked about the fact that Teddy can’t speak yet.”

“He can! You are so silly, daddy!”

“Am I?” Harry laughed, tickling Judie with the right arm, the left one leaving secure around Teddy.

“Stop, daddy! Tickles, tickles!” Judie broke into laughter. “Teddy say ‘mama’!” 

Judie sat in front of his younger brother, unruly locks covering his eyes. He waited patiently for Theodore to stop picking on his father’s beard. Harry grasped gently Teddy’s hand that was yanking his facial hair, kissing it a few times. 

“Say mama, little guy.”

Thedore’s eyes lit up at the name of his favourite person. From the moment he was born, he was just like a magnet, wanting to be as close as possible to his mum. When he started crawling, he’d followed her everywhere. And his first word was ‘dada’, ironically. The last few days, when YN wasn’t at home, were hard on the two boys, but Harry was the best father they could have asked for. 

“Mama!” 

“Yay!” Jude stood up and started jumping up and down. He did his ‘happy dance’, wiggling his body from left to right, making Teddy clap his hands in amusement. 

“Do you want to call mama, boys?”

The scream coming from Jude’s throat was enough confirmation. He sprinted to the couch, sitting comfortably between two pillows - like always when they were calling YN. 

“Daddy, daddy! Can I hold Taddy?”

“Yes, you can. But remember to be very gentle and secure, yeah?”

“Yes!” 

Teddy was sitten in his older brother’s arms, looking up at him and giving him his sweet, toothy smile. Harry at the same moment was trying to FaceTime YN on his phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Mama! Hi!” Judie greeted his mum, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Hello, my big boy! And hello, you little guy,” YN said to her kids. “How are you guys?”

“Mama, mama I safe Judie today!”

“Oh, did you? What happened?”

“He fall on his bum!”

“Did he? Was he trying to get up from the ground?”

“Yes! How do you know?” Jude asked with big eyes, in shock.

“Teddy is learning how to walk, baby. He wants to be able to walk and run and play with you.”

“That’s what dad said. You are really smart, daddy.”

“Oh, thank you, Judie.” Harry smiled at his son, kissing his head. “Am I smart because I said what mum did?”

“Yes! She is super smart. But I love you both. Super much.” 

Judie was nodding his head, agreeing with himself that his parents were really the best. 

“We love you too, Judie.” 

Then the comfortable silence took over their call. Judie played with Teddy’s fingers when he tried to bite them and get relief from his achy gums. Harry was admiring his wife, counting hours till she would be back home with him and their kids. 

“I miss you, mummy.” Jude said sadly, tears in his eyes. 

Harry immediately scooted over to him and embraced him tightly. 

“Judie, I miss you everyday, every hour and minute. I need to stay with granny for a little more time and then I am coming back to you.”

“Tomorrow?”

“No, baby. Not tomorrow, but soon. I will call daddy when. Okay?”

“It’s taking so long,” Judie complained. “Can you hurry up?”

“I’ll try. But hey, did you finish that cosmo project granda bought you?”

Jude’s eyes widened. He forgot. 

“Daddy, hold Teddy. I need to work!” 

And just like that Jude was off the living room and on his way to the bedroom when the lay-out of the solar system was waiting for him to finish. Harry placed his youngest in his arms and took the phone in his hand. 

“Hi, love.”

“Hi, baby. How are you holding up?”

“Great. Mum was here today to help me meal-prep for the week. We cleaned all over the house while Jude and Teddy were having their naps. Ate dinner and soon is the time for the baths and making them go to sleep.” 

“You’re doing great, Harry.” 

Harry smiled at the screen, winking at YN. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. I should be back in four days and then I am all yours.”

“I like the sound of that.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #popstar!reader

[kingkatsuki]

He just wants to be good enough for you always🥺

Warnings: fluff, reader has a mum and dad.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

You know how he feels.

It was the same feeling that bubbled inside your tummy when you were meeting his parents for the first time. Feeling silly for being so nervous the minute you stepped through the door as you were welcomed into a fierce hug by Mitsuki. A large photo album strewn over both your laps as Masaru offered you some homemade dorayaki.

“It ain’t the same thing,” He scoffs, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls his tie out of its loop to start all over.

“How is it not the same?” You laugh from your position at your vanity, stroking your clear gloss against your lips as you watch him struggle with his tie again.

“They need to know that I can take care of ya,” He pushes, cursing under his breath when he looped the tie.

There’s something that convinces him that he’ll somehow never be good enough for you. The self-doubt and insecurity that’s plagued him since childhood rears its ugly head for situations like these— situations that have your usually strong and confident boyfriend reduced to that same terrified little boy.

“They know you take care of me, baby.” You turn in your chair to face him.

“I ain’t even number one yet, and they need to believe I’m good enough to look after their little girl?” He drops his tie in exasperation as it sits around his neck.

Standing up from your position at his vanity as you make your way over to him. Cupping his hands in your smaller ones as you lace your fingers together at your sides. Squeezing reassuringly as you practically feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, brows furrowed as you smile up at him.

“They won’t care about any of that, Katsuki.” You coo, feeling how sweaty his palms have become from preparing to meet your parents, “All they’ll care about is that you’re treating me well, and that you’re a good man.”

“A good man that leaves you for weeks at a time.” He scoffs.

It’s always a sore spot in your relationship when Bakugou has to leave for work. The best missions always seem to be the ones that take him further away from home than either of you would like. The biggest boosts to his hero ranking always seem to mean the longer trips, phone calls and FaceTimes at unsociable hours the things that keep you both close. But he always keeps his promise to return back to you safely, little gifts from the destination that reminded you of him.

“You do what you have to do, and I understand so they will too.” You reach your hands up to his forgotten tie. Slowly wrapping the fabric around to begin to loop it, pulling it through as he keeps his crimson gaze on you, “There’s no one else for me, Katsuki. Never will be.”

Bakugou would steal the sun in the sky for you if he could, submerge the entire world into darkness if it meant that only you could see it’s glow. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for you, and if only everyone could see that. The scrutinising tabloid articles and online posts still attack his character, wondering how a man as bold and brash as Dynamight could ever love anyone. But he proves it to you daily, through his words and actions.

You’d found a good one in Bakugou Katsuki, the perfect man. And you’d spend every day fighting his corner if you had to.

“Do you think I should bring that award I got last week? I think it might show your parents that—”

“Katsuki,” You cut off his rambling, shaking your head, “They don’t need to see that to know you’re successful. And I’m pretty sure my mum’s shown an article about that to all of her friends already.”

“I just want them to know that I can look all after ya,” He continues, “Even though my last mission ran over.”

A three week mission had turned into six after Bakugou had discovered the villain he had been tracking down was at the centre of a huge drug ring, the extra three weeks had meant taking down the entire operation but it had meant leaving you alone for Christmas— when he was first supposed to meet them.

“They understood, Kats.”

“I think your ma was pissed.” He scoffs.

“Not as pissed as yours,” You laughed, “She spent the entire evening complaining about it when I dropped off our gifts for them.”

“That old hag,” He shook his head, “She still goes on about that, you know. Doesn’t matter that I jumped up fifty points because of it.”

“No matter what happens— I love you, so they will too.” You smooth your palm along his chest to lay his neatly tied tie down flat against his dress shirt. His hand reaching up to try and tug at the uncomfortable collar as you grin up at him. Standing up on tiptoes to steal a kiss before wiping your gloss from his lips with your thumb, an action that’s halted by him licking his lips to taste the sticky sweetness as he pulls his head back.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to check your face in the full length mirror.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles his chin against your shoulder.

“Yeah, you are.” You smile, resting your hands on his arms as he sways you side to side, “But I hope you’re ready for my mum to grill you about when we’re having kids.”

“Our ma’s together are gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare.” Bakugou groans, hiding his eyes in the curve of your neck as you start laughing.

“I’d expect nothing less for our relationship.” You smiled, “I’m still recovering from your proposal.”

“Oi,” Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, “It ain’t my fault that villain ruined the perfect fuckin’ proposal.”

#I never had a nuclear family so I tried😂 #soft bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader

[tired-biscuit]

(reader and bkg are 18+)

stepson!bakugo would kiss stepmom!reader’s pussy each morning to wake her up 🥺👉👈

my first bakugou thirst!! ahhhhh so exciting, everything is under the cut <3

cw: stepcest, infidelity // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

it starts when his dad leaves for one of his many excruciatingly long business trips.

the house is big and fancy, but it also feels eerily empty because of it. the days are long, the nights even longer. inside it is just you and your hot-tempered stepson, who you have no clue how to handle, because you're only a couple of years older than him anyway; it's obvious that he isn't going to see you as an authoritative figure when you could easily be mistaken for his girlfriend instead of his mother more often than not.

that fact just causes tension and makes him act awkward around you, which he hates. makes him avoid you like the plague because of it, too. and it's tiring: living like this. constantly walking on eggshells and hoping for the best, while there's nobody in your corner to pat you on the back.

so you try to build a sturdier relationship with him as you have nothing better to do anyway. you cook dinner - even though he comments it always lacks certain spices - and you clean and make sure his clothes are always fresh out of the laundry, even though he insists that he can do it himself. you try to play video games with him and ask him what book he's reading, at which he blushes and mutters something about you not liking it anyway. you tell him to have a good day whenever he goes out to go to the gym, and you always make sure he has plenty to drink and eat after he comes home red in the face from his workout and every inch of him is covered in sweat.

you even watch movies with him every other evening. he's quiet during most of them, sitting a reasonable distance away from you on the couch; his eyes barely open by the time it strikes ten o'clock. it's almost silly: the way you feel the need to drape a blanket over him later and place a quick peck onto the top of his head. you doubt he'd appreciate it, he sleeps through it all anyway, but you swear that you see his eyelids twitch from time to time and his lips curl.

and all of that works. with every dinner, he speaks more and starts giving little, grumpy compliments to your cooking. with every movie, you get more comfortable around each other. you sit closer together. chat a bit. he even smiles now sometimes, especially when you rest your head against his shoulder as you both pass out before most of the movies you're watching even hint at rolling the credits.

and when you wake up one night, you realize you've somehow ended up entwining together. limbs tangled, bodies pressed close. your spine to his chest, his arm is heavy as it drapes over your middle; his breath calm and even whilst tickling the back of your neck.

you can feel the ridge of his cock. it's snug between your thighs.

your instant reaction is to pull away, but then you realize how warm he is. how sweet he smells. how good it feels to be touched and not feel as alone. the house is still big, but now he's here with you.

so you stay put. do the same thing a couple of more times. you never talk about it, but it becomes a routine of sorts. a one strong enough that it feels like something is lacking if he's not there; sleeping with you. so you invite him to watch movies in your bed instead. pretend it's because your back hurts because of the couch, even though you know your acting sucks - you can see the upwards twitch of his lips as he acknowledges your fidgeting and badly sold lies.

and yet, katsuki still ends up complying. he warms your bed and keeps you company. pulls you real close and strokes you all over the places he thinks need to be stroked by a man's hand to make a woman like you not feel as alone. he gets more daring each time, treading that thin line of moral reasoning he shouldn't be crossing because you let him do it, of course you do.

he doesn't know why he does it. he's a smart boy - too smart for his own good - but it's just that seeing you so out of focus and distraught makes him pity you and turns him sad. he's become fond of you and wants you to feel good, and yet you're always so lost in your thoughts; every sentence starting with a "hm?" and a "huh?" while your eyes are practically glued to your phone, making sure his dad is doing all right. he can't help it, the little pout on your face makes him feel almost obligated to make sure you never feel as lonely again.

so it's not even a surprise when his head ends up between your legs one morning. it's just so easy, after all. so simple to crawl under your skin when you're vulnerable and longing to be touched. a rather quick fix that will surely cheer you up.

and it does. he makes you feel so much better when the flat of his tongue traces your sticky slit. when the tip of his nose nudges your clit and he makes you tug on his hair in response and squirm. before you know it, your soft moans are bouncing off the walls of the very room you share more with your stepson than your husband now; making you sound like the little bimbo wifey you fit the part of so well.

he makes you twitch in your still half-asleep state; stirring you awake by the time his thick fingers start pushing into you, pumping and coating his knuckles with your milky slick. his cheeks tinted a soft pink, he lazily begins to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue, all expert and languid before sucking it into his warm mouth.

and you know that you shouldn't be doing this, that it's so, so wrong, but everything is so slow, and delicate, and eventful. he's here for you and you're still soft and pliant from sleep - warm. you feel good for a change and taken care of. especially when he moves lower to spoil your tiny hole even more by using his mouth and not just his fingers. and instead of telling him no, to stop and leave; your hips raise, back arching so that you can make the job easier for him.

because that's what good mommies do, right?

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[harrysfolklore]

Bestie could we plz have a blurb about the boydad idea you posted with Harry holding bub in front of the banner 🥺

i’m on a roll, you might say? anyways here’s another silly little blurb, i hope you enjoy it

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BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT

“Are you getting my best angles?” Harry jokingly told Lloyd, his photographer, as he snapped picture after picture of him in front of his brand new banner.

“HARRY STYLES. 15 CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS AT THE GARDEN”

That was what he achieved. No other artist or band had done that in the past, and he couldn’t have done it without the support of his fans, and most importantly, the support of his loving wife and perfect son.

The little family of three couldn’t be happier, specially Harry, having his little one year old boy with him on tour for the first time was something he always dreamed of, and he was grateful that his wife agreed to take him on the road with him.

“Hold on let me get my bubba, I want a few shots with him,” Harry spoke again, getting up from his position on the floor and walking towards his dressing room, he knew he would find his wife and baby there.

And there they were, wearing their very own Love On Tour customized hoodies and watching some cartoons on the dressing room’s leather couch. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his little boy dressed in a mini version of his merch and cuddling to his mom’s side, that sight alone reminded him of how lucky he was to have his perfect family.

“Do you mind if I take the bubba for a minute? I want some pictures with him in front of the banner,” Harry said while he approached the leather couch, squeezing next to his baby, and spreading his arm on the back of it so he could reach the nape of his wife’s neck and place his hand there, softly caressing it.

“Of course I don’t, honey. I was actually going to suggest the same thing,” her voice was so soft and tender, and Harry couldn’t help but grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss, because even though they’ve been together for ten years, married for five and one as parents, the woman in front of him still gave him butterflies like a teenager with a crush.

“Mmkay’ we’ll be right back,” he grabbed his baby in his arms and directed them towards where Lloyd was waiting for them, ready to keep snapping pictures “You’re going to take some pictures with daddy, bubba? You’re going to smile as big as you can for our friend Lloyd?” Harry cooed at his baby boy, who only put his little hands on his face, a habit that he had been picking up lately and Harry and his wife found absolutely adorable.

He crouched down on the floor again so Lloyd could go back to taking pictures, but this time, he placed his little boy on his lap, grabbing him by his sides and putting his face close to his, tickling him a bit so he could crack a smile “Come on baby, give the camera a big smile!” and the little boy managed to pull a little, almost toothless grin, making the picture the most adorable thing ever.

“I think we have enough shots, your baby is actually so photogenic, mate,” Lloyd told his boss and friend, as he showed him the pictures he snapped, his baby was in fact, the most photogenic baby ever.

“I know, he’s perfect,” his words were filled with adoration for the boy in his arms, a mixture of his wife and him, and a product of all the love they have for each other, “I love you, bubba,” he pecked his cheek multiple times. He might have just made history at the world’s most famous arena, but being a dad was still his biggest achievement.

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[sunshinesteviee]

for the domestic prompts (which are all so so cute!) how about dad steve? with

#8 - playing rock paper scissors to determine who's bringing the child(ren) to bed

I just think it’s the silly goofy thing steve would do with his partner 😭💕

oh pls this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 wc: 900ish, mom!reader

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Being a parent meant you’d developed lots of special skills, but the one that was most useful was probably the superhuman hearing you’d evidently acquired. It was especially useful on nights where Phoebe couldn’t seem to stay in bed. Nights — much like the one you were currently experiencing — where she’d already gotten out of bed four times in the last hour, and you could already hear her tiny feet hitting the floor again. 

“I’ll rock paper scissors you for this one,” you murmured from where you were laying against Steve, cheek pressed into his shoulder as you watched TV together. You’d only just gotten comfortable with your husband again after the most recent trip to your daughter’s bedroom. 

“Huh?” Steve asked, drawing his gaze away from the TV to glance down at you in confusion, “What do y—”

The familiar sound of Phoebe’s bedroom door creaking open, followed by her small voice calling for you, cut Steve off, his jaw dropping, “How did you know she was up again?”

“Call it mother’s intuition,” you laughed as you pushed up off of Steve, holding your hands out for rock paper scissors. You’d each gone to tuck her back into bed twice by now, and while you knew that she was probably just feeling anxious and couldn’t help it, it was starting to get frustrating. The least you could do was make it a little less tedious. 

“Oh, you were serious?” he asked with a disbelieving laugh, a grin taking over his face as he shook his head in amusement. 

“Dead serious,” you replied, your smile matching his, “C’mon, we only have a few seconds before she comes out again. One game.”

As if on cue, Phoebe called for you again from down the hall, voice wobbling and thick with tears, “Mommy? Daddy?”

Steve gave in, turning to you for a quick game of rock paper scissors that he promptly lost. His face fell at the loss, he but  quickly accepted defeat by placing a kiss to your temple and then getting up from the couch as he called back, “I’m coming, love bug!”

He found his little girl standing in her doorway, eyes shining with tears, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. His heart ached at the sight, and he quickly hoisted her up into his arms, cradling her body to his chest, “What’s goin’ on tonight, Bumblebee? Can’t sleep, huh, sweet girl?”

Phoebe shook her head, burying her face into the soft fabric of the shirt Steve was wearing. She said something that Steve couldn’t quite make out, half because her face was pushed into his shoulder, and half because her words were laced with both sleep and tears. Pressing his palm to her back gently, he began rubbing his hand up and down her spine as he shuffled into her bedroom, “‘S okay, baby. I gotcha. C’mon let’s get you back in bed.”

The fact that his baby girl had outgrown her toddler bed never failed to break Steve’s heart, but it helped on nights when she asked one of you to stay with her. After being set back on her bed, Phoebe sniffled and looked up at Steve with her all-too-familiar puppy dog eyes, “You stay, daddy?”

Knowing he wouldn’t win this one, Steve gave in, gently scooting Phoebe over in her small bed so he could lay next to her, “Just for a little bit, Bee, not all night, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she nodded, immediately curling into Steve as he settled onto his back, nearly crawling on top of him. Just like you, she’d managed to take up most of the bed and invade his personal space. Not that he minded when it came to his girls. 

“Comfy?” he whispered, hand resting against her back again as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her soft waves tickled his cheek and jaw as she nodded, but he didn’t dare to move her in hopes she’d fall asleep soon. 

Fingertips tracing along his daughter’s spine gently, Steve began to hum quietly. From the time she was a newborn, it seemed to do the trick. He’d cradle her in his arms and sing softly as he rocked her back and forth, and she was almost always asleep in a matter of minutes. Now that she was older, it happened less frequently, but never failed to put her to sleep in the same way. So it didn’t take long until Phoebe’s breathing evened out and she was fast asleep against Steve’s chest. 

She looked too peaceful to move, one chubby cheek pressed into the collar of Steve's shirt, tiny lips pursed as she breathed out softly. It always amazed him how perfect she was; the perfect combination of the two of you. It was hard not to stare.

That was how he fell asleep — and how you found him half an hour later when he still hadn't returned to the living room — one hand still on her back, the other stroking her hair, curled up together in Phoebe's twin-sized bed.

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[isa-ghost]

If you're still doing Philza headcannons, how about some specifically about Phil, Chayanne, and Tallulah? I miss the kiddos...

qPhil headcanons masterlist

(NOT) SINGLE DAD EDITION LETS GO

Those two are the light of his fucking life ok. If you were someone that had something against him, they're how you get to him. They're how you hurt him. He will do ANYTHING for them. He'll kill his friends, he'll fly on broken wings, he'll die for them. Nothing matters more than those two kids.

He's not typically a very physically affectionate person. But to the kids? Suddenly he's a cuddler. Suddenly he's head kisses and carrying them on his hip just because he can. Suddenly he's braiding hair and painting nails and playfully tormenting them with tickles. They flip a switch in his brain.

Nothing could ever make him waver on how proud of them he is. Both of them. Chayanne so brave and strong, stressed to the teeth like his dad but persevering like a true warrior. Tallulah is so loving and open, even in the face of so much pain and adversity. She's been through so much, largely alone, and yet she still has the strength to smile and be silly after everything. Ideally he wishes they would've never experienced any pain at all, but Quesadilla says Damn You All

Chayanne & Tallulah can make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and they can do it faster than friends he's known for YEARS. Tallulah especially is the queen of comedic nonverbal timing. All it takes is a certain look with a slow turn after Phil says something stupid and he's Dying.

His favorite thing is when either of them fall to pieces emote bc smth stupid happened. Or whenever they Orange Justice after smth fucked happens.

Listen. LISTEN. Don't be fooled by this man. He LOVES adventures with the kids. He loves them. The reason he refuses to venture out with them or go dungeon raiding with them super often is because survivalist brain is like if the worst happens, the Feds do not have your back. If you lose the kids you have nothing much to live for on this island. Do not risk their lives, even if it sounds fun.

He fucking loves watching the kids talk to the other eggs. The constant taptaptaptaptap of signs being placed while they chat together makes him giggle. He also loves watching them just crouch and silently communicate.

Dude Rose's love for the two of them makes his heart so full. Like legit the first time she told him "they're under my protection" he nearly cried. And not just from relief that they'd be safe from EK.

And related: Oh my GOD does he fucking love the term "fledglings" for them. It's SO CUTE. Rose was so right for that. Something about it drives home the thought of "these are MY kids" even more. He just 🥺

Chayanne's mask reminds him of Techno's boar one sometimes and it makes him wanna cry /pos. If Chayanne ever mentions being guided by Techno's spirit to fight EK Phil will never recover

He loves this "new era" of Tallulah, between her cutting her hair short a while back and now dying it + changing her hat. It feels like she's getting more independent despite everything and considering Phil used to have to Really hover around her to help her out, he's the world's proudest papa about it

He's told them stories about all the hardcore gods (that he knows of) at this point. Rose bc ofc he did. EK bc he kinda had to. The others bc at this point he's expecting them to poke their heads around at one point or another too. Chayanne loves Blaze. Tallulah still loves Rose the most. She's gone on a rant about "Papa how the fuck is Ocean Overlord a god when he fumbles things so badly???" He wishes he knew, Tallulah.

He wants to take them on a flight so bad it hurts. Literally. He's more angry EK fucked up his wings maybe permanently bc he robbed them of that than he is that EK did it to spite him.

He really really really hopes they do hatch some day and become lil dragon hybrids bc then he can watch them fly and teach them how to do it well (the best he can while he's grounded) (he might get a little envious)

He fucking LOVES sparring with the kids. He goes easy bc he's insanely skilled and experienced compared to Two Literal Children but they catch on and improve So Quick and it makes him so unbelievably proud and excited to see them demonstrate their skills in a real (hopefully non-lethal) situation.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #q!chayanne #q!tallulah #chayanne the egg #tallulah the egg #qphil headcanons

[triassictriserratops]

Just realized how much Katniss and Peeta touch each others hair, and I KNOW they’re one of those couples who tenderly cup each others faces. 🥺

You don't even UNDERSTAND how happy I am to get this because now I can share my stupid, silly little headcanon that drives me INSANE to think about.

And it's that Peeta specifically learned how to make Challah bread in his childhood because he really, really wanted to learn how to braid JUST IN CASE he ever got the chance to braid Katniss' hair.

Like, BEGGED his dad to be the one to make it and specifically made sure he was the one to make it over his brothers so he could practice.

Some of his sweeter more innocent fantasies included braiding Katniss' hair for her.

(Some of his...less innocent fantasies involved UN-braiding it.)

...

(and some of his FILTHIER fantasies involved wrapping her braid around his hand and- 😈)

#peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #everlark #the hunger games #thg series #thg #thg headcanons #hunger games headcanon

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Seven

Note - happy Wednesday all 🩷 it seem like years since the last chapter but I really hope you enjoy slightly silly Mase is this one 🥺 he’s so precious I love him but yeah any feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.3k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son.

‘No you’re not dead you pillock. Why would you think that?’

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused.

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing.

‘I know you. You’re the love of my life’ he confirmed, reaching for you but all the wires he was attached to wouldn’t let him get too far so you approached him carefully and gently brushed the hair out of his face. Smiling as his eyes fluttered at your touch before looking up at you seriously. ‘Have I still got my balls?’

‘I should think so’ you laughed, look up to see him mum looking down at him with a disappointed expression whilst his dad tried to hold in a laugh.

‘How you feeling now Mase?’ Debbie asked gently, tapping him on the calf and he looked over at her with a goofy smile, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d been there and he was pleased to see her before he shrugged his shoulders and scratched his belly.

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’

‘Well when the meds wear off and you’ve had a nap we’ll get you home and see what you can eat’

‘What do you fancy?’ You asked, your hand still combing through his hair as he looked up at you in deep thought.

‘I’d love a burger’

‘Are you sure you’re gonna be alright with him?’ Debbie asked you, clearly worried for her son due to the state he was in but you didn’t get time to answer her as he was huffing and puffing in protest.

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’

‘How do you know?’ You asked him, watching his eyes widen as he hurriedly reached up to feel the sides of his head in hopes his ears were attached. His face relaxing once he felt them before you looked up to Debbie’s worried face. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise. You guys get some sleep I can take it from here’

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’

‘Of course’

‘Come on Debs, let’s go we’ve been here for hours. I’m sure Y/n can look after him for a little while’ Tony winked before they both said their goodbyes to the pair of you and made their way back to Masons house.

You understood Debbie’s worry, this was the first time she’d left her baby after an operation and you knew she wanted to mother him but they’d been at the hospital for hours without any rest and you promised to take it in shifts being with him whilst he was recovering in hospital before taking him home where they would be staying for a night or two before they’d trusted you to look after him on your own. It felt like a huge responsibility and rather that sit and worry at the hospital whilst Mason was having the procedure, you’d been home prepping the house for theirs and Masons return to ease some of your nerves. Debbie had text you as soon as he was back and he’d been awake for about ten minutes already when you got there but you could see the tiredness start to creep in.

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes.

‘Why don’t you take a nap’ you whispered to him but he dropped his lip in protest, causing your heart to break slightly.

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’

‘I’ll be right here waiting, I promise’ you told him, stroking over his hand to try and relax him before reaching down to place a light kiss his lips. He smiled up at you, a content hum coming from his lips as you pulled back

‘Hey, y/n?’

‘Yes love?’

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled.

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes.

Mason was in an out of sleep for an hour or two as the medication wore off but when the doctor came to do his rounds he was happy enough to discharge Mason later that night. His parents came back to pick you up around 9pm and you carefully got him into the back of the car to take him home.

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat.

‘Come on Mase, give the girl some room’ Tony laughed and you felt Mason peel away from you shyly so you kissed his cheek and held his hand whilst eating with other. You loved that Mason was touchy you you didn’t want him to ever feel that his affections weren’t allowed or that he was overbearing and the small smile he gave you let you know he appreciated the fact you didn’t mind him touching you. If anything you were happy to be next to be next to him after worrying about him all day.

‘I bet you’re happy you’ve got the rest of the week off’ Debbie smiled as she took a seat, joining the rest of you and you nodding whilst finishing off what you had in your mouth.

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm.

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave.

‘Debbie?’ You quietly asked, stopping her in her tracks as you both let Tony go and pack the car up so the two of you were left alone at the front door. ‘I know it must be hard for you to leave him here with me when you’re used to looking after him but I promise I’ll take good care of him’ you told her, watching a wave of emotion roll over her features before pulling you into a tight hug.

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’

‘I will I promise’ you told her, both laughing at how emotional the other was before you quickly said goodbyes and you waved them off from the door. Once back inside you were rushing back to Mason but he was almost asleep again, the feeling of your presence alarming him and he looked around until he saw you so he could pull you over to join him. ‘We’re do you want me, Mase?’

He sat up a tiny bit, patting the space by his head for you to sit and once you had he rested his head in your lap, grabbing your hand and putting it straightaway into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp and you laughed at his neediness. Not that you could deny him in his current state as you just wanted to make him feel comfortable and loved.

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly.

You’d never really looked after another human before, apart from yourself, but Mason seemed content enough. Getting stronger as each day passed and when you got to the end of the week he was practically back to normal. The both of you were sat in the garden so you could enjoy the sun whilst you had lunch when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Who’s that love?’

‘Just freya, she’s asking how you are’

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’

‘Well I was going to have dinner with her tomorrow but your operation threw everything up in the air a bit’ you laughed and he looked at you with a confused expression.

‘You can still go baby, I’m fine I promise’

‘I’m not leaving you on your own for the night’ you told him

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’

‘But we were meant to go there together’

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’

‘You sure you’re not just trying to get rid of me’

‘Of course not’ he laughed, kissing your head. ‘I’m just making sure you’re looking after yourself and not just me’

‘I don’t know, Mase’

Mason huffed, standing up and grabbing your plates to take inside and you used the free time to text Freya back but she didn’t seem to want to reply until Mason got back and your phone started blowing up

‘Mason…’

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun.

It was 2pm the next day when Freya arrived, and you couldn’t lie you were happy that she was there, pulling you into hug immediately and you felt your eyes brim with tears. Fraya had only moved back recently and you’d hung out a few times but this was the first time you hung out properly and after the week you’d had worrying over Mason you couldn’t wait to decompress and have some girl talk.

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh.

‘Thanks for letting me stay Mason, it’s beautiful here’

‘You’re welcome. I can take your bag up for if you want’ he offered but she shook her head with a laugh.

‘Don’t be silly, I’ve got it’

‘Come on I’ll help’ you told her

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room.

‘Shall we do your nails on the dining table? You can keep your eye on Mason then’ she asked, and you nodded your head, thankful she understood you.

‘Sorry I must look like a right melon, I bet he’s fine now but I’m still a bit worried’

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was.

‘Missing me already huh?’ He laughed quietly and you dropped a quick kiss on his head as you walked passed which caused him to smile at you shyly.

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

‘Probably a wise choice’ he laughed before getting himself settled under his blanket.

You sat facing Mason, your eyes constantly flickering over to him as Freya sorted your nails out for you. Once she was done she smiled at you funny and you furrowed your brows at her, questioning why she was looking at you like that.

‘You really love him, dont you?’ She asked you seriously but you could see the small smile on her face and the question made you blush furiously. You couldn’t get any words out which was weird to you as you we’re usually so open with Freya but you could only nod as you averted your eyes to your hands. ‘I can tell. Considering I never thought this would happen It’s so lovely to see’

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’

‘I know you did, that’s why I stuck my big nose in’ she laughed. ‘But i really am so happy for you’

‘Thank you Frey’ you whispered, both standing up to pull each other into a hug but the sound of Mason getting up made the pair of you look over in his direction. He was still half asleep, the left side of his cheek indented by the pillow whilst his hair looked mad but you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful. The look he was giving you though made you both laugh as you clung to the other.

‘I don’t even wanna know’ he mumbled, stumbling out the room and towards the bathroom.

The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon catching up until you figured it would be a good time to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t like where you were going was anywhere too fancy but you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up properly and you knew the two of you talking would only make you take even longer.

Once you were both done, you made you way back downstairs to see Woody already sat on the sofa and you gave him an enthusiastic wave as he smiled up at you.

‘Hey Woody. Where’s Mase gone?’

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody.

‘I think I found him’ you laughed as Mason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your check multiple time. ‘Mase’ you giggled, trying to slink away but he just held you tighter. ‘Freya, come here and say hello to Woody’ you called and you watched his face change as she entered the room. The same look on his face when he saw the picture of her you’d showed him after Masons game.

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname.

‘You too. Ive heard a lot about you’

‘All bad I hope’ she winked, causing you to laugh as you tried to pull away from Mason but he was having none of it.

‘Come on, Mase. We need to go in a sec’ you told him quietly but he held you tighter, moving his lips to your neck as you giggled at his clinginess.

‘Sorry baby, but you’re making things tough for me’ he laughed before starting to release you.

‘Ubers outside’ Freya called and you quickly turned to give Mason a kiss before walking out, ruffling Woodys hair as you walked passed.

‘I’ll text you, yeah? And call me if you need anything. If you don’t feel well I-‘

‘Will you go’ Mason laughed as he pushed you to the door and you raised you brow as you laughed at his sudden change of heart. ‘We’ll be fine, we’re just gonna play some games and order some food. Forget about me for a bit yeah?’

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door.

True to his word, Mason had managed to get you a table at the new restaurant you’d been dying to try and the waitress started off by letting you know Mason would be picking up the bill so Freya ordered two cocktails before telling you everything she wanted to order claiming it’s what Mason would of wanted.

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish.

It felt nice to be out doing normal things. Not that you didn’t love spending time with Mason but spending all day at home worrying about him, worrying about if he was in pain or not and then doing all of the house work he couldn’t do on top was exhausting. But sat here with Freya as you gossiped about people from work and just generally caught up on each others lives was zapping life back into you.

You did cave and send him a cheeky text whilst she was talking to the waitress about the dessert specials but he was quick to let you everything was fine and they were still playing a few games.

You were full to burst by the end of it, barely able to get yourself into the Uber home but it was later than you though and you desperately wanted to back next to Mason again so you both forced yourself up. Both a little tipsy but nowhere near as bad as you usually were.

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could.

‘Hello baby, did you have a nice time?’ He asked, voice slightly muffled by your neck and he just about felt you nod, kissing your neck in response before you pulled back to look at each other. Missing his face after a few hours apart before he snuggled back into you. His arms around your waist as he placed his head onto your chest and you could help but push the hat off to feel his hair however you weren’t prepared for what you were met with next.

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’

‘Woody gave me a buzzcut’ he smiled before his face dropped a little. ‘Do you not like it?’

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’

‘He makes a convincing argument’ he smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Ever since the surgery it’s just been getting on my nerves and in my eyes so we thought we’d give it a go’

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed.

‘What game are you guys playing?’ Freya asked as she took a seat next to Woody and she squealed with excitement as he told her. ‘Mount, are you still playing?’ She questioned, noticing how Woody was now winning as Mason had abandoned the game so he could hold you but he passed his controller over to her immediately so she could take over. Freya was as competitive as they come and was soon enough giving Woody a run for his money which he wasn’t very happy about.

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly.

‘I’m gonna take this one up to bed if that’s alright’ you told them quietly as Mason woke up a bit more. ‘Will you two be alright?’

‘Yeah, don’t worry about us. We can sort ourselves out’ Freya told you, still focused on the game and Woody just nodded so you carefully pulled Mason up and walked him upstairs where you helped him get undressed and into bed before getting yourself ready to join him. By the time you were done he was sound asleep again, facing away from you so you crawled in next to him and wrapped your arms around his middle to spoon him before drifting off yourself.

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up just yet so you quickly grabbed your phone from the night stand to catch up on everything you’d missed when no more than 30 seconds later a text from Freya came through.

You didn’t receive a reply but you saw the door open ever so slightly and Freya’s head pop around before she crept in and shut the door behind her.

‘What the hell Frey?’ You laughed as quietly as you could as she snuck over to the bed and gently got in next to you, both laughing your heads off but trying to keep quiet so Mason didn’t wake up.

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly.

The pair of your normally shared a bed or a room whenever you stayed together and you always reserved your morning to catch up on the night before. A tradition Freya clearly didn’t want to give up and you were thankful for Masons massive bed so the pair of you could scoot over away from him a little bit and hopefully not wake him him up with your gossiping. You’d been talking for a little bit until the topic changed to the night before.

‘What time did you go to bed last night?’

‘I think we headed up at like 1:30 in the end’ Freya told you and you picked up on her words instantly.

‘We huh?’ You teased and she rolled her eyes playfully at you but the blush on her cheeks let you know something was going on. ‘You minx, did you guys do it? Please don’t tell me you didn’t do it on the sofa cause I’ll have to get that cleaned’

‘Shut up’ she laughed, head falling into the pillow before looking back at you with even redder cheeks. ‘I didn’t fuck him, y/n. What do you take me for’

‘Well-‘

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’

‘Aww’ you cooed, reaching out to tickle her slightly but she batted you off. ‘Did you get cold and he gave you his hoodie’ you teased and you could tell by the look on her face that he had. ‘Oh I love this so much’

‘Shut up’ she grumbled, attempting to hide her face but you pulled her hands away whilst laughing. ‘He’s sweet. And he was nice to me’

‘Did you kiss?’

‘Not exactly’

‘What does that mean?’ You laughed, trying to hold your excitement in so Mason didn’t wake up but you were far too invested in Freya’s story.

‘Well, when he walked me to my room he kissed my cheek before he went to his’ you told you and you’d never seen her so shy.

‘If Mason wasn’t asleep right now you know I’d be screaming’ you told her, both erupting into quiet giggles until you felt Mason stirring behind you.

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours.

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’

‘What the fuck is happening’ he asked sleepily, eyes glancing down to you but you could see the slight smile on his lips.

‘Sorry baby, we were just having a chat’ you explained and he nodded before settling back down behind you. ‘We can head out if you’d like’

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep.

The pair of you continued chatting for another half an hour or so until you could feel Masons tummy rumbling against you and you decided to wake him up so you could make him some breakfast. As soon as Woody walked into the kitchen you felt the dynamic shift and Mason looked at you with wide eyes as he caught on to what might be happening as Woody took a seat next to Freya.

‘Please tell me they didn’t have sex last night. Like I’m not against it but I’m not cleaning woody’s spunky sheets’

‘They didn’t have sex, Mase’ you laughed, both hiding behind the door of the fridge so you could talk in secret. ‘But they were up for a few hours talking last night and apparently he kissed her cheek’

‘Soft bastard’

‘Go sit with them’ you laughed but he just held you tighter to his body. ‘I’ll bring your food over in a sec’

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over.

‘Oi, what are you doing in the fridge?’

‘I’m helping make breakfast’ he lied before you gently nudged him away and he reluctantly made his way over to them. You could head Woody gushing about much better Freya was to play against, not listening to Masons excuses of him still being a sick man and his hand was straight in yours when you finally took a seat next to him. ‘You still think I’m great don’t you baby’ he smiled, kissing your nose as he squeezed your fingers.

‘Always’ you smiled and before long Freya excused herself to go to the loo. Woody looked like a deer caught in headlights as you both turned to face him, a deep blush on his cheeks as he knew what you were both thinking.

‘Look, before you say anything, it’s not what it looks like. Nothings happened or whatever-‘

‘Woody, it’s fine’ you laughed, giving him a reassuring smile but you weren’t prepared for Mason to be bad cop in this situation.

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you.

‘Ignore him Woody, I think you’re very cute together. You’ll be good for her she needs someone to soften her up’

‘You two are unbelievable’ Woody laughed, standing up so he could grab himself come cereal out of the cupboard and you couldn’t ignore the way he grabbed two bowls.

‘Thank you’ you whispered to Mason but he looked back at you with a confused stare. ‘For looking out for Freya’

‘You don’t need to thank me’ he smiled, his face softening as he kissed your forehead. ‘It’s nothing’

‘I know it’s normal to you but it’s special to me you’ explained, leaning forward to connect your lips together for a soft kiss but Mason had other ideas, pulling you into him further and holding you by your jaw so you wouldn’t pull away until you heard a scoff from in front of you. Looking up to see Freya picking up hers and woody’s cups of tea.

‘You fancy going in the other room, Woody? I cant be expected to eat here and try and keep my breakfast down while they’re sucking face’ she joked, the pair of you laughing as they walked out, leaving you on your own.

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again.

Tagged: @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @mm-vii @footiehoemcfc @masonmount07

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[forever-rogue]

more of dad!steve!! or steve in general 😭🥺 I really like meet cutes so if you like writing those I’d love to read them🌸

AN | Okay, so we have single dad Steve, a meet cute, and some Halloween 🥺🥰

Warnings | None (potential cavity warning)

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“Daddy!” Steve hadn’t realized just how much he’d zoned out until he felt the soft tugging on his hand. He shook his head to himself and looked down to find his daughter staring back up at him with those big, soft eyes that perfectly matched his. She grinned, her little smile gap-toothed and beaming as she reached for his hand, “can I get a hot chocolate?”

“What?!” he pretended to be shocked as he crouched down so he was eye-level with her, “you don’t want a coffee?”

“Eww,” she giggled, shaking her head so her little pigtails bounced roguishly, “coffee is icky and ‘s for grown ups.”

“Fine you little party pooper,” he gently stroked her chubby little cheek before standing back up. She tugged on his pant leg before extending her arms towards him, “what baby?”

“Up!”

“Up what?”

“Up please,” she giggled as he scooped her up in his hands and balanced her on his hip. He peppered her face with soft kisses, prompting her to bury her face in his chest, “you’re silly, daddy.”

“I’m learning from the best, Daisy Mae,” he insisted, walking into the small cafe they’d spotted on their way back from the pumpkin patch. She’d practically begged him to go, insisting that everyone would be going so she had to as well. It wasn’t like he was hard to convince; he’d do anything for his daughter, “so, you’re settled on hot chocolate?”

“With ‘mallows please,” she said firmly as she put her little hand on his face to make sure he heard her. He put on a serious expression and nodded as he started to walk up to the counter.

“Whatever you want, kid,” he snuggled her just a little tighter, his heart full to bursting with love for his daughter.

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“Can we go trick-or-treating this year?” Daisy paused her coloring for a moment, looking up at Steve, who was glancing through the paper. Her eyes were twinkling with an excited little glint, “Uncle Dusty said he would take me. Him and Uncle Eddie.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Steve set down his paper and watched her as she went back to her little project after nodding fervently, “that sounds like a party more than anything, kiddo. Did he also promise you that he could eat all the candy?”

“I dunno,” she sing-sang as she avoided looking at Steve. He grinned softly before reaching over and tickling her side. She started squirming and giggling, dropping her crayon, a bright smile on his own face, “okay, okay! He promised me that we could eat lots and lots of candy!”

“That’s what I thought, little monster!” he leaned back and watched her calm down, her giggles slowly subsiding. Before she came into his life, before he finally became a father, he never thought he possessed so much love in his body. But the day she was born, when he first held her in his arms and she looked back at him with those big, brown eyes, he fell in love all over again - he learned what pure and absolute love was. 

“Does that mean we can go?” she asked eagerly and he nodded without a moment of hesitation. Who was he to deny his baby girl? 

“We can go,” he promised as she clapped her little hands, “we still have to figure out our costumes though!”

“I wanna be a dalmatian,” she stated as though he should have already known this, “you can be one too!”

“Okay,” she’d had an affinity for dalmations since she was still a baby for whatever reason. Maybe he’d shown her 101 Dalmatians too many times… “or maybe a pirate. Or a rockstar like Uncle Eddie.”

“You’ve still got some time to make up your mind,” he leaned across the table and tenderly fixed one of the pretty purple bows on her pigtails. She loved them and had insisted that she wear them today because she had to look her very best, “pirates are pretty cool. I was a pirate a lot when I was a kid.”

“Really!?”

“Mhmm,” he took his napkin and wiped a few crumbs off her face. He’d so naturally fallen into father mode once she’d been born. He really was meant for this, he’d decided, “I’m going to run to the bathroom before we head to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jonathan’s house for dinner, okay? Will you be a good girl and wait here for me? Or do you need to go too?”

“‘m okay,” she was already lost back in her drawing, “I’ll wait.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

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You’d been curled up in one of the big armchairs near the quaint cafe’s fireplace, reading through your battered copy of Pride and Prejudice for what seemed like the hundredth time. Lizzy Bennet’s climatic speech was just a page turn away, but something else caught your attention and prompted you to lower your book. 

To your surprise you found a little girl, bright eyed and rosy cheeked looking back at you with a shy smile on her pretty face. You couldn’t help but match her smile as you dogeared the page and set your book down on the side table that also housed your coffee and muffin crumbs. 

“Hi,” you said softly as she nervously played with her hands. You told her your name in the hopes that it would soothe her nerves as you held out your hand to her, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Daisy,” her small voice was soft and you couldn’t help but think that Daisy suited her perfectly, “well, Daisy Mae. But daddy usually calls me that when he’s being serious.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded as if it all made perfect sense to you. But you had instantly decided you liked the small girl, “well then, miss Daisy, is your daddy here with you? Or your mama?”

“Just my daddy,” she explained, peeking over her shoulder almost as if to make sure he wasn’t there, “I don’t have a mom.”

“O-oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed,” your face grew warm with embarrassment but she just shrugged it off. 

“‘s okay,” she stepped over to you and you could see her curious brown eyes shift to your hair, “it’s always been just me and daddy. I like your bow, it’s really pretty.”

“My bow?” your brows knitted as you reached up, fingertips finding the soft fabric of the bow of your makeshift headband, “oh! Thank you, sweetheart. I like your bows too, they’re pretty, and between you and me, purple is one of my favorite colors!”

“Yours is purple too,” she observed astutely, “and I like the pumpkins and ghosts on it. Halloween’s my favorite!”

“I knew you were amazing,” you set your feet on the floor and leaned in closer to her, “it’s my favorite too! That’s why I got this scarf to use as a bow! And this sweater - makes me look like a big pumpkin, huh?”

“It’s pretty too,” she grew shy, “you’re really pretty.”

“You’re so sweet,” you didn’t know why but the compliment from this young girl made your whole day - if not your whole week, “but you’re really pretty too.”

“Whaddya reading?”

“I’m just reading-”

“Daisy Mae Harrington,” the name fell between the two of you sternly as you looked up to find who you assumed was her father coming over. Your eyes widened at the sight of the young man; he was incredibly handsome, even though worry was etched onto his features, “baby, I asked you to wait at the table.”

“I did,” she painted the picture of pure innocence as she smiled sweetly at him, “but then you took too long.”

“I was gone for five minutes,” his hands perched on his hips as he looked down at her; something told you that he’d taken this stance many times in the past, “you can’t just walk away, honey. Not everyone is nice and wants to be your friend.”

She looked at you and took a step closer before pointing and repeating your name, “she’s my friend now.”

“Daisy,” despite his pseudo-firm tone, you could see his expression soften, “you’re a troublemaker, kid.”

“Sorry,” she ran to him and wrapped her short little arms around his legs, “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too,” he let out a small sigh of relief, “can you do me a favor and go get your coloring book and crayons? Don’t dilly-dally and come right back, yeah?”

“Okay. No silly-dillying,” you chuckled lightly at her interpretation of what he had said before she toddled away to a table across the room. 

You stood up and offered him your hand, feeling nervous now that it was just the two without the buffer of the precious girl that had easily stolen your heart. You glanced at his hand and noted the lack of a wedding ring. Would he be mad that you were being so friendly with his daughter? Would he think you were trying to steal her? Or something worse?

“H-hi,” your voice cracked as he shook your hand, just a much larger one easily engulfing yours, “I’m sorry, I hope I wasn’t overstepping. She came over and was such a sweetheart. She was asking about my hair, well hair bow.”

“Steve,” the corner of his mouth quirked up as his heart skipped a few bets. You really were stunning and he wasn’t surprised that Daisy had been drawn to you, “I’m her father…obviously. I hope she wasn’t a bother.”

“Not at all,” you promised, “she’s pretty rad if Halloween is her favorite.”

“Oh yeah, she loves it,” he shook his head fondly, “anything and everything Halloween. We just got back from the pumpkin patch - kid had the time of her life.”

“I don’t blame her,” you spied her skipping back over to you, “who doesn’t love a good time at the patch, eating sweets, going through the maze, and picking the perfect pumpkins? It’s a dream!”

“It was,” Daisy grinned as she reached for Steve’s hand, her little backpack slung over her shoulder, “Daddy got us five pumpkins!”

You looked up at him, noticing just how similar they were in looks and mannerisms. He shrugged as if to say what can you do?

“That sounds amazing,” you admitted, “I used to love going too, but it’s been a few years.”

“We’re going to the other pumpkin patch next week,” you could practically hear the gears in her head turning, “you should come with us!”

If you thought you grew nervous and worried, then Steve must have felt that ten times over. His cheeks grew a brilliant crimson and his eyes darted between his triumphant young daughter and you. Looking like a fish as his mouth opened and closed a few times, he found him speechless. 

“That is so very kind of you to offer,” you took over for him and decided to spare him from being the proverbial bad guy. Daisy’s smile flickered for a moment and you couldn’t help but crouch down so you were level with her, “and that sounds really fun, but I don’t know if I can make it. Plus, you’d have to ask your daddy first.”

“He’s okay with it,” she insisted and you had to hold back a snort, “he thinks you’re pretty. He was looking at you since we got here.”

“Daisy!”

If there was ever a time for the ground to split and swallow him, it was now. But no matter how much he willed it, nothing happened and he was left standing there like a fool. Daisy Harrington was way too smart and perceptive for her own good; he hadn’t even mentioned a word and she knew precisely where his head was at. 

“I’m sure that’s not it,” trying to play it cool, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, “it’s probably because of my very bright sweater.”

“No,” she shook her head with a smile, “will you please come? It’ll be fun. Please?”

How were you supposed to say no to this bright, witty little thing? You looked back up at Steve who seemed desperately anxious despite his small smile, “you’re more than welcome to come. Like this little troublemaker insists, it’ll be lots of fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” his expression softened at the gentleness of your voice. He could honestly say that he’d never expected his daughter to end up being his wingman. But truth was, he had noticed you as soon as he walked in, something drawing him to you. He’d never planned on saying anything though; dating was hard as an adult….dating as a single father was almost impossible. It seemed like as soon as anyone found out he had a daughter, they were suddenly disinterested. But you’d already proven yourself to be different. 

You shot one last little look at Daisy who was clasping her little hands together in excitement - there was no way you could turn her down. You undid the bow in the scarf in your hair and held out towards her, “I’ll come on one condition - you hold onto this for me, okay?”

“Really?” her big doe eyes lit up as you nodded and she eagerly took, clutching it to her chest, “I’ll have daddy put in my hair just like yours!”

“Manners please, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” she lunged into your arms and wrapped her small limbs around you. It caught you off guard for a moment, but you found it easy to hug her right back, “I wanna wear it to the patch!”

“It’ll be perfect!”

“Daisy, will you do me a favor and go get some napkins from that counter to take with us?” Steve had his hand on the small of her back and she nodded before skipping over. The two of you both looked at each other shyly, “I’m sorry about her - she just gets so excited about…most things.”

“Don’t be,” you promised with a gentle touch of his arm, “she’s wonderful. I work around a lot of kids, but she’s definitely up there already on my top of awesome ones. Thank you for inviting me and going along with it, I know when they’ve got their minds made up, they’re hard pressed to be changed. You can just tell her I couldn’t make it…I don’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be, not at all,” his heart was racing as he tried to figure out a way to convince you to come, “she’d love it if you were there…a-and so would I.”

“I suppose I can’t disappoint both of you…” reaching into your bag, you quickly pulled out your notebook and ripped out a page before scribbling down your number. He took it with reddened cheeks, “you can call me when you decide to go and I’ll make sure to put it on my calendar.”

“Wow,” he sounded so dreamy that it made your knees weak, “definitely. I’ll call you. I’ll-”

“Daddy!” Daisy waved a stack of napkins as she came back over. Her little face pulled into a forlorn expression.

“Come on trouble,” he bent down and picked her up so effortlessly that made your heart skip, “I guess we’ll see you soon then!”

“I hope so,” you agreed, “it was nice to meet you Daisy…and you too, Steve.”

“Bye!!” Daisy waved her small hand frantically, “I’ll keep the scarf safe.”

“I know you will,” you touched her chubby pink cheek fondly, before looking at Steve, “bye Steve.”

“Bye…for now,” he shot you a wink as Daisy yawned and snuggled into his chest, “I guess someone needs a nap. See you soon though, sweetheart.”

With a final little wave, he turned and started to make his way to the door. His footsteps felt like molasses; he didn’t want to leave, and instead wanted to soak up your warmth and bask in your golden light just that much longer. 

Outside in the fresh air, Daisy seemed renewed as she pulled back to look at her father, “you are nothing but trouble, you know that kiddo?”

“No,” she grinned, “I was helping!” 

“Mhmm,” he shook his head before pressing a kiss to her temple, “of course you were. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Me neither,” her serious tone caused him to laugh softly as he rubbed her back, “she was really nice and pretty.”

“She was,” he agreed, “and luckily, we’ll get to see her again soon!”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader

[onsunnyside]

um, hi baby, I don’t know if you still accepting tots but…

bratty! stepsister only allows stepbro!Ari getting off grinding up against her soaking wet panties. 😵‍💫

ok first you call me baby and then give me this thot ?? bestie dearest you’ve opened up a can that will never shut !!

you and Ari have been at each other’s throats since you met. mostly keeping it under wraps when your parents were around bc you two weren’t complete nightmares (yet). but then you moved into Ari’s father’s house and everything gets a million times worst. he irritates the fuck out of you through pranks, stealing your shit, ratting you out to your parents and even throwing low blows during your *daily* arguments.

definitely some: “I bet you’re so needy because your dad left” “do you ever not dress like a whore?��� “Oof… daddy issues much? Are you gonna cry like a baby too?”

and what do you know… you find out he went on a guys trip with his friends and lied to your parents about going to some two week camp for his studies/sports. he used all that money to party and travel behind their back. You threatened to tell your parents. He begs you not to, and even tries to bribe you with free drives in his car, money and he’ll finally stop pranking you.

and yes, the bribes work. In fact, your parents think you’ve never gotten along better. you and Ari are suddenly spending a lot of time together which just included him driving you to the mall, sticking around to pay for all the things you want and hold your bags. he also becomes the designated driver whenever you go to parties with your friends 😌 and his friends make fun of him for it (be he’s really drinking pop at a party… mr party boy Levinson…) like “downgraded from stepbrother to chauffeur… that must fucking sting” and bc you’re hot, they never shut up about wanting you, or your itty bitty dresses and skirts, they say nasty things like “I don’t know how you control yourself around her” “she’s my stepsister, you pervert” “I’m just saying, if she were living in my house, she’d be far more… obedient if you know what I mean”

Oh ari does. He’s dreamt of it, fantasized about it, jerked off to it dozens of times 😖😖

you love rubbing it in his face, that he could get into so much trouble if you just opened your pretty mouth 😌 so he better pay up to keep your lips sealed !! You flaunt your new clothes paid for with his money, and make him cancel his plans bc he needs to drive you somewhere, and ofc, by never shutting up when you invite boys over while your parents are out of town. you’ll invite a guy over and literally fuck in every room of the house, telling him to stay in his room as if this weren’t his house.

what finally pushes him to the edge is when you bring over one of his friends. the same one who said they’d fuck you silly, and Ari’s forced to listen to you scream and cry “daddy” and beg for cum like a slut.

you find him getting off and take pity on him (in a bratty way) 🥺🥺 this big hairy hunk hasn’t had any pussy bc you’re taking up all of his time… how sad… he totally deserves it though:

“Having fun there?”

He peeks one eye open, still tugging at his hard length. “What the fuck do you think?”

You step further into his room, holding up your arms. “No need to have an attitude, ungrateful prick. Not like I was going to help you or anything…”

He inhales deeply, squeezing the fat base nestled in the coarse pubic hair. “…what do you mean help me?”

“How else do you think, idiot?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His hand has since stilled, his bicep still tense and veins prominent in his arms and neck, perfectly highlighted by the sweat on his skin.

“You’re fucking sick.”

“Yet you clearly like the idea.” You lick your lips, watching his cock twitch in his hand, beads of pre cum rolling down the thick head. “What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t get pussy for a few weeks and want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather die.”

You laugh. His mouth says one thing but his eyes eat you up like a starved man, drifting over your bare legs and tight bikini, your skin was still a little wet from skinny dipping with his friend.

“I guess I’ll just go back to Steve… he was getting really touchy, I’d hate to leave him all alone.” You turn around and sway with each step, the tiny fabric of your (pathetic excuse of a) bathing suit digs into your fleshy hips—your ass just begging for his fingers to bruise it.

“Wait.”

You don’t bother hiding your smirk and glance over your shoulder. “Yes, big brother?”

Ari wrinkles his nose, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh yeah? What would you rather have me call you?”

You did not expect daddy to come out of his mouth. You laugh, no, you cackle, “You are not daddy.”

He quirks a brow, “really? You don’t think you’ll drop to your knees the moment I throw you around a little, spank your cunt and call you a good little whore?”

You grit your teeth, feeling a different wetness on your bikini bottoms. “I dare you to try.”

now… this isn’t the daddy moment for him bc you don’t even let him touch you bare. you just bend over his dresser, and let him grind against you.

“Hurry—uh, up,” you struggle to keep your moans at bay, “Steve is gonna wonder where I—ah!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A hard hand lands on your ass, a burn blooms from the spot. “You never fucking shut up.”

“You’re such a fucking dick—” you’re cut off by a sharp gasp when he pulls your bikini to the side, the bare tip of his cock rubs up and down your soppy slit. “H-Hey!”

He groans heavily, pinning you down by your hips, “You know how easy it would be for me to slip in? You’re already soaked—what’s wrong, little sis? You getting wet for your step brother like a little slut?”

now pls… the way im tempted to replace my other Ari kinktober fic for this 😳😳 are two stepcest fics for kinktober too much already ?? 😖

#I am: baby #tw stepcest #bratty stepsis x stepbro Ari #sonny drabbles

[m-jelly]

Hewwo 💕

I’ve been having Dad Levi on the brain again, and I thought of Levi singing softly to his baby until they fall asleep. His voice always calms them down when they’re unsettled, but he doesn’t know any nursery rhymes, so he comes up with silly little songs about how small and cute they are. They don’t even make sense half the time, and he forgets most of it afterwards.

One day you’ll accidentally overhear him quietly singing some nonsense like, “You are cute, you are sweet, you have tiny baby feet” and your heart will just melt. 🥺 When he notices you he’ll be so embarrassed, but you’ll ask him to keep going.

Maybe after that you’ll start coming up with silly songs about your bebe together. 👀

Daddy's here

Pairing: Dad!Levi x Mum!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, married couple, dad Levi, mum reader, cute.

Concept: Levi doesn't know any nursery rhymes but that won't stop him. Levi is always singing to his little baby girl Lilly to help her sleep, calm her or just to make her smile. His songs don't make much sense, but you and your daughter adore them.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @youre-ackermine @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @2moth-anon2 @demonsimp6

Levi slipped out of bed and walked to his daughter's room. He carefully approached her cot and saw she was awake and whining a little. He chuckled and pressed her little nose. "You should be sleeping."

Lilly kicked her little legs. "Agoo."

Levi smiled at his daughter. "Agoo indeed." He scooped her up and sniffed her bum. "Mm, poop it seems. Well, let's get you cleaned up and back to bed. Your mummy needs plenty of sleep."

He lay his daughter down, changed her and cleaned her up. He put her back into her sleeping things and knew she wouldn't go right to bed. Levi needed to get his sweet little girl to sleep so he could return to bed.

He sat down in the rocking seat and hummed. "Let's see what song we have for today. Yeah?" He chuckled and began rocking in his seat. He ran his finger down her nose and began singing. "Your little nose! It's like a button. I want to press it, all night loooong." He tickled her puffy cheek. "Your little cheeks. They're like marshmallows. I want to eat them all night looong." He kissed her cheek a few times making her hum in happiness. "Your little tummy. It's so cute. I want to pat it all night loooong."

Lilly tried to fight sleep, but her daddy's voice was so deep and perfect that she fell asleep in his arms. Levi carefully carried Lilly to her cot and lay her down. He made sure she was comfy before leaving her to rest.

Levi returned to you in bed and spooned you. He kissed the back of your neck and drifted off to sleep. Lilly was perfect for a few days, but one day she was getting really fussy. You were out at the time and it was just Levi and his daughter, so he had to think of a way to settle her.

He tried to bounce her in her bouncing bed, but she kept crying. He scooped her up in his arms and paced a little. "My goodness, you are really upset today."

Lilly kicked her legs, her face pink from crying. She gazed at Levi and whimpered a little. "Mmmm."

Levi sighed. "I know, I miss mummy too." He smiled and began rocking her. "Daddy's here. He loves you so. He wants to nibble on your toes." He chuckled as Lilly paused and gazed at him. "So dry your eyes. Don't you shout. Your daddy's here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, baby giiiirl."

Lilly yawned a little and held Levi's finger. "Mm. ah!"

Levi chuckled. "You like that one? I'm the master of singing." He kissed her forehead and hummed a song making her relax. He sat down and started singing again. "I love you. Daddy loves you. Mummy loves you. My precious princess. So don't you cryyyy. You so very loved from your tootsies to your nose!"

Lilly giggled in delight at Levi being silly. She hummed in happiness and held his finger tightly. He shifted her and sat her up on his lap. He put on some music and bounced her a little. When she started falling asleep, he shifted on the sofa and lay her against his chest and ended up taking a nap with her.

When you came home, you lifted Lilly off Levi and put her to bed and gave her a bunny toy. You returned to Levi and put a blanket over him, but your touching him made him wake up. You giggled in delight when he yanked you onto his chest. He held you tightly and sighed.

You kissed Levi and smiled softly. "You're such a wonderful husband and father. Thank you for looking after Lilly today."

"Was your girl's day out nice?"

You hummed. "Yes. Thank you."

"I'm glad." He played with your hair and smiled. "You look so sexy."

You leaned up and giggled. "Thank you. You look stunning. I want to eat you up."

He rubbed your cheek. "That's my line."

You turned your head and kissed his hand. "Well, how about we eat each other tonight."

"Please."

You and Levi were wrapped up in love. You spent the next few days loving each other and taking family trips. You had Lilly to yourself for a bit as Levi worked. Levi called you often so he could see his little girl. Levi loved being a father and a husband. He was a dedicated man to you both.

As soon as Levi was home for a few days, he was all over you both. He would help you out around the house and he'd change all of Lilly's nappies while he was home and swapped the baby night shift with you.

Levi had Lilly one day and was changed her. He cleaned her up and held her chunky legs and smiled at her. “You are cute, you are sweet, you have tiny baby feet."

"Cute."

Levi flinched and turned to the door to see you standing there. "H-Hey honey."

You walked closer. "That was an adorable song."

He hummed a little. "You think so?"

You hugged him from behind and looked down at your daughter. You kissed his shoulder a few times. "Keep singing. You used to sing to me to sleep and when I was pregnant."

Levi pouted. "I sang love songs to you. I make up stuff for Lilly. It's embarrassing."

"It's beautiful."

Levi chuckled and began singing another random song. He smiled when you made up a song for Lilly. The room began to fill with songs from you and Levi, as well as Lilly's soft laughs of delight.

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[anyasathenaeum]

omg thank you !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you make write about "Vash & Wolfwood his wife didn't know she pregnant" the write beyond my expectations its cute and silly both of them.

😂😂

oh and some one request about vash bonding with the kiddos. can u make version about please wolfwood how big daddy girl he is and protective to his litter 🥺🥺 ?

once again thank you for you wrote it !! i love you write (really) 🥺❤️

A/N: Absolutely I can! I saw another lovely person request the same idea so they're both through this! Some girl dad Wolfwood headcanons coming up! Also sorry it's been a little bit between postings - my life is gently crazy atm

Warnings: AFAB!reader in this one, continuation/extension of previous request

So, as per these headcanons, I can absolutely see Wolfwood being a girl dad to twin girls

He would absolutely pass out during their birth, but he also becomes smitten by them the moment that they're placed in his arms - the two little girls who, in an instant, become the most important thing in his life (asides from and in addition to you)

Wolfwood would be the kind of dad who would outwardly seem cool, calm and collected, always laughing or not taking things super seriously, but inwardly? Man is PANICKING.

It's obvious from the time your little girls are babies - the sweat on Wolfwood's face as he holds them close to him, rocking them so gently as if he's afraid they'd shatter if he moved too quickly too suddenly gives him away

As does the split second of panic that crosses his face whenever one of the girls hits themselves or gets hurt or begins to wail - man is panicking internally and lowkey overthinking things until whichever of his baby girls got hurt is back up on her little chubby toddler legs and smiling as if nothing happened

Sometimes, Wolfwood ends up talking softly to both girls, telling them stories in the dead of night when he's woken up from his own nightmares and can't sleep - it calms his heart and soothes his soul in a way nothing else does

He would never admit to this, of course, so the only way you know this is because one time, you woke up in the middle of the night and Wolfwood wasn't next to you. So, you went to check on the girls, and sure enough, Wolfwood was there, softly speaking to his babies as he gently stroked their cheeks as they slept happily in their cribs, lulled by their dad's voice

You never let Wolfwood know that you knew he did that, granting him that little private moment of peace

As the girls grow older, Wolfwood would happily banter with his girls - they'd be as feisty and more quick-witted than the two of you put together, always getting into some kind of mischief

Wolfwood would be the grumpy kind of dad who his daughters would absolutely try to annoy and tease and poke fun at, even from the time they're toddlers

Like he'd be out on the porch, smoking his cigarette, only for him to hear giggling from around the corner and he sees both of his little girls pretending to smoke too with a piece of chalk or something as the cigarette, just like their dad

"Hey, hey! Cut that out, (Y/N) will skin me if they see you two doing that! You tryna get me killed?!"

He tries to remain calm and collected as he says that, but the girls can easily see through his mask and know dad's panicking and they scurry off, giggling mischievously

Wolfwood's love and protectiveness over his girls is evident to anybody who witnesses him interacting with them

Especially as the twins get older - the glare that Wolfwood would send to anybody who dared get even a little too close to one or both of his girls would be withering

You and Wolfwood both would teach your baby girls to be absolutely lethal if it came down to it - they'd be trained to defend themselves and can absolutely hold themselves in a fight

I feel like the twins would inherit their dad's ability to appear calm and collected even when bad things are going down, and they definitely inherited his smile

It's a bit uncanny when all three of them, Wolfwood and both girls, can hit you with the same smirk (definitely makes you wanna pull your hair out sometimes)

Wolfwood would be so proud of his girls, but he's just a bit too proud himself to show it sometimes (you've definitely caught him getting teary-eyed over something your girls did, only for him to cough and brush you off)

"I'm not crying, the hell you talkin' 'bout, sweetheart? Just got somethin' in my eye!"

Bottom line - Nicholas D. Wolfwood loves his girls more than anything, and would give anything to ensure they're happy, loved, and safe in a heartbeat

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