#the happiness of having your baby cry in your arms!

[ilwonuu]

emergency

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ song mingi

༘⋆ pairing- established relationship, nonidol!mingi x fem!reader, softishdom!mingi x sub!reader

༘⋆ synopsis- you and your boyfriend have the best idea of what to do for 4/20.

༘⋆ warnings- high sex, riding, reader & mingi smoke a blunt, dirty talk, kissing, pet names, lazy sex, lmk what else<3

༘⋆ a/n- HAPPY 4/20 MLS 🍃 i wrote this while high lmfaoo i’m about to smoke some more and read fics (the best things ever) i hope everyone has a good day/night<3 also i hit 800 FOLLOWERS!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU. many fics soon<3 also this is my first time writing for mingi,,,

high sex with your boyfriend was your favorite tyle of sex. smoking a joint before crawling into bed with him. that’s exactly what you did tonight!! it’s 4/20 so of course you’re gonna smoke and having loving sex with your boyfriend. he happily agreed. you were seated on your boyfriends lap as you make out sloppily. his grip on your hips his tight as he lets out soft whines.

“can you ride me baby?” he breathes out into the kisses. “yea- i’m tired tho.” you say in between kisses as he smiles pulling away. “don’t worry i’ll help you.” you get off his lap and turn to see him sliding back against the headboard. you step out of your underwear being left in just your boyfriends t-shirt. you crawl onto the bed as you help him out of his boxers.

he grabs the lighter and the ash tray grabbing the have smoked joint in it. “let’s smoke some more? it’ll feel so good.” he smiles at you lighting the joint. “marry me.” you smile at him as you were gonna suggest the same thing. he pats his lap as he moves the ash tray to the side. he takes a hit of the joint as you get comfortable in his lap.

he passes the joint to you with a smile as his hands rest on your hips. you keep eye contact with him as you take a couple hits passing it back to him. he smiles taking it from you. he takes a couple more hips before putting it back into the ash tray, moving it back to the side table.

“come here- i need you.” he laughs pulling you closer to him. you are already tangled up in his arms, sitting in his lap. you raise your hips a little lining up his dick with your entrance. you slowly sink down as you pull him into a kiss. he whines into the kiss as you start to move your hips.

“you feel- ugh so good.” he sighs deeply as he helps you move your hips. you nod along with his words as grip his shoulders for support. “i missed you- love being this close.” you cry out. you moans are desperate and breathy. he groans at your sounds as he fucks his hips up slowly. “m-mingi- oh-“ you moan out loudly as your hands grip tighter against his shoulders.

“i love- y-you so much.” you cry out as you come undone. his moans turning more whiny and breathy as you ride through your high clenching around him. “shit- i love you more.” he kisses your neck. his low voice making you clench around him again. that’s all he needed to come inside you with a loud whine.

“just- just like that baby.” he throws his head back as you rock your hips to help him ride out his high. you kiss his lips with a smile as you pull off him. “want to smoke some more angel?”

#song mingi #mingi #ateez mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi scenarios #mingi fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #Spotify

[salsasvault]

okay i know for a fact you have drafts your hiding something for us pretty please 🙏🏼

okay fine was debating posting this but

Babysitting

“Shh shh, okay, okay honey I got you.” You sway side to side rocking an almost 5-month-old in your arms. Trying to soothe her proved to be a harder task than you anticipated.

Your sister recently had a baby, and with the recovery and almost no alone time with her husband she all but begged for you to babysit.

You were somewhat reluctant, but with Simon on leave, and a soft spot for your niece, you thought it wouldn’t hurt to take care of her for a couple nights.

So here you were, at four in the morning, a lightly fussing baby in your arms as you heat a bottle in the kitchen. The city surrounding you provides just enough light to illuminate your apartment.

The gentle hum of the microwave proved to help both of you.

Busy with your task you didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open, or the footsteps that followed.

All Simon saw upon entering was the sight of you with a tiny baby in your arms.

His heart stopped in his chest, he’d only been gone 3 months, sure longer than normal but not long enough to produce-this.

Flabbergasted he did the math, retried it, and thought of every possibility but it all came to a grinding halt at the sound of your voice cooing to an almost smaller version of you.

You looked so perfect, rocking her just right, grabbing the bottle, testing the warmth, so incredibly attentive to her needs.

With you busy it seemed the baby had noticed him.

Wide eyes, the same color as yours looking back at him. Her fussing stopped for a second, entirely enamored with the strange man standing almost in the shadows.

The lack of babbling or crying caught your attention, turning your head toward whatever had encapsulated her-

“Simon! You didn’t tell me you’d be home early.”

Setting the bottle down, baby still in your arms, you made your way over, half hugging him.

It took him a second before he was wrapping his alarms around you and the 5-month-old.

“Didn’t know myself-who…who’s this lovie?” Thumb going to touch her cheek, you turn, looking at him, realization coming to you.

“My sister Si, remember she had a baby a few months ago, this is her.” Your voice slightly goes up in pitch toward the end, directed toward the baby.

“Gave me a scare.” The baby grappled onto his finger.

“I bet.” You snort in laughter.

“Strong grip on this one.” He laughed lightly.

“Oh yeah, you're a strong girl aren’t you.” You redirect your attention, and Simon can’t help but stare.

“Yeah, you are.” You kiss her face and look back toward Simon. “You like Uncle Simon don’t you, yeah you do look at that smile.”

His heart warmed, he hadn’t been referred to as uncle in a long time. He couldn’t help but think, think about what this would be like. 

He’d never given it much thought, always assumed he’d be a shit father, but the way you were so in your element.

He’d give everything to see you happy, and your niece already resembled so much of you, what would your baby look like? A baby made from the two of you.

His mouth opened before his rational could catch up.

“You want o’ these?” He almost facepalms right there.

“One of these?” You immediately burst into laughter.

“You know what I mean.”

“I know.” You look back down at the baby in your arms and smile wide.

“I-“ You pause, “I think so.” It sounds unsure, and as you hold her in your arms you can’t help but warm to the idea more.

“You know what, I think I want one of these.” You beam up at him.

“Then let’s go make one of these ‘eh.” He looks at you, and you look right back at him.

“Simon! Not in front of the baby!” You jokingly cover her ears, both of you retreating toward the kitchen.

“Wha’ s’not like she knows what I mean.” You smack him, just for good measure, and your niece laughs in response.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #fluff #simon riley fluff #selias drables #selias asks

[half-oz-eddie]

“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony. 

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.” 

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder. 

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him. 

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly. 

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile. 

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother. 

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing. 

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started. 

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned. 

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded. 

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark. 

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

“Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms. 

“What time is it?” Billy asked. 

“Almost midnight.”

���Got a curfew?” 

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed. 

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent. 

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw. 

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him. 

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered. 

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly. 

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised. 

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out. 

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby. 

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well. 

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort. 

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders. 

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk. 

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment. 

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird. 

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror. 

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other. 

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door. 

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door. 

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car. 

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure. 

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve. 

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat. 

“Pringles?” Steve offered. 

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly. 

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster. 

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo. 

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed. 

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee. 

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy. 

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled. 

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly. 

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way. 

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette. 

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence. 

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy. 

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away. 

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek. 

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette. 

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked. 

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him. 

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go. 

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth. 

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #jim hopper #neil hargrove tw #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

We won't be like them.

Ghost x Reader.

Mistakes were made in the past by your families, now, you and ghost are starting a family, and this situation takes both to reconsider if you will repeat the same paths that your families took or will you fix it.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, I think there's no mention of the reader's gender but if there's please forgive me.

The credits of the pics belong to @ave661

Simon wasn't at home but he would arrive soon, both have been trouble, arguing frequently for the most stupid things.

It's late at night, your newborn is sleeping, after hours of singing lullabies, walking around the house to help him to sleep, he's finally sleeping.

You were a mess, you didn't take a shower, dirty dishes are awaiting you in the kitchen, the laundry is still in the washer since you didn't have time to put it in the dryer, dirty diapers are making the house smell bad, and your poor baby cried for hours and hours, it wasn't a good day for you, you just need ten minutes to rest.

You're sitting close to the crib when the door opens and then a bark echoes around the house, you stand up and run out of the room quickly to ask Simon to take the dog out or keep it in silence but then your baby starts to cry.

«Shit» you whispered walking back to the room, taking your baby in arms and talking him softly to try to calm him down «it's okay baby, shhh, it's all alright, don't cry please, shhh, shh...» Ghost rapidly understands the reason the baby's crying, he takes the dog to the garage and goes directly to the baby's room to help. Unfortunately your face says more than necessary, you're not happy.

- I'll take care of him, go to rest.

- As if I could...

You rolled your eyes. He can't be mad at you, he knows he messed up.

- Sorry... the mission took me more than expected, please let me help you with him.

- It's fine, I have it under control, take a shower you stink.

He sighs and leaves the room, walking through the house he observes all the mess, toys scattered, the smell of poo and dirty dishes, the laundry. He really can't blame you, you stayed alone with a newborn for days, but he can't avoid feeling overwhelmed by all the mess and the situation, he never expected to have a family because of both pasts but here he is, husband and now father, it's all new for both of you, but moments like this makes him wonder if you and him took the right decision.

He took a quick shower and as soon as he finished he went directly to the laundry room and put all the wet clothes in the dryer and put another load of clothes, he thinks the least he can do right now is try to help with the workload, even if he feels tired he knows you must be more than exhausted.

Poor Simon, he forgot to separate the baby's clothes from the rest, then he washed the dishes but he forgot to sterilize the feeding bottles.

Finally your baby is sleeping peacefully again, you are tired but you have work to do, maybe Simon is hungry or needs something, the poor man didn't have intentions to wake up the baby, it wasn't very polite of you to reject him and then tell him he was stinky.

On your way to the kitchen you started to clean a little, taking the bags of dirty diapers out, picking up the toys when you hear the alarm from your dryer, Simon tried to help after all you said, you're taking out the clothes when you notice the washer is also working and unfortunately there's clothes from the baby mixed with yours and Simon's clothes.

You're walking to the kitchen to tell Simon he forgot to not mix the laundry when then, the feeding bottles are mixed with the dishes and casseroles too.

He's drying and ordering all the kitchen stuff with the same dishcloth.

- What are you doing!? Simon you mixed the baby's stuff! Oh god, do you have a clue of the new load of work your adding me! I will have to wash and sterilize all the baby's things again!

- Sorry... I was trying to help, I forgot about it.

- «Sorry, sorry» is all you know to say but the damage is done! Fuck!

- Calm down, I'll take care of it.

- You have done more than enough, why don't you go to another long mission and leave me alone again, huh?

He's shocked as much as you, you know you said something really horrible, there's no way you can step back.

- What did you say?

- I'm... Ahhh, Nothing, I'm just tired.

- Do you think I went to that bloody mission to leave you here alone with the baby? I didn't want to but it was work and I can't reject it.

- What about the paternity permission?

- I would have the authorization after this mission, I told you about it but it seems you weren't paying attention.

You scoffed, clearly offended and annoyed.

- Well sorry, I'm worried about our newborn, it's my first time with a baby and I'm trying to do it well, you could also pay more attention when I told you I don't want to mix our stuff with his.

- I forgot it, okay? I'm as tired as you! I said I will fix it and you started to argue!

- I wouldn't start if it wasn't for you and that god-damned dog barking as crazy! Your son hasn't slept the whole day and you arrived doing all that noise!

- and am I supposed to know that!?

- Don't yell! You will wake him up Simon!

- It's you who's yelling!

- Now it's me? You're blaming me for everything just like my dad did to my mom!

-And You're exploding against me just like my father!

Both stopped when the little boy started to cry again. Ghost just walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs, you stayed there cursing yourself and started to wash the bottles again, then you went to check the washer and separate the clothes.

Your son cried for a few more minutes but then stopped. You finished all the stuff you had pendant, you saw Simon's backpack In the doorframe, there was probably more laundry inside so you took it and just as you expected, more dirty clothes, you were separating it by colours as usual when you saw his uniform with fresh blood. You sighed annoyed but then the thought of Simon being injured kicked your mind, you put the clothes in a bucket with some hydrogen peroxide to quit the blood easily and went upstairs.

Simon was putting the baby in his baby crib when he looked at you and made a signal to be silent. Once both are out of the room you point to the bathroom, he doesn't say nothing and follows you.

- Are you hurt?

- What?

- I saw your uniform with blood, is it yours?

- Oh, it's nothing, the medic helped me, I'll be better in a few days.

- Let me see, do we need to clean the wound or something?

- It's fine Love, nothing serious.

Your eyes are full of tears, you feel guilty, he tried to help with all and his wound and you didn't more than yell at him.

- I'm sorry Si, I didn't mean to explode with you, I was stressed you arrived at home expecting to have some peace and instead of it you found all the mess, I'm so sorry.

He just hugs you and whispers «it's okay my love, shhh, it's ok» once you stop your tears you check on his wound, it's not so bad but was bleeding a little bit more, you were cleaning it when he spoke.

- Look at me, love, I know you're exhausted it wasn't my intention to give you more work, I really was trying to help you.

- I know, I'm sorry... We... we have to solve these things now before that boy starts to grow up, I don't want to give him the same childhood we had, I want to give him a good family, good memories and we're not doing it well lately... We argue all the time and I think the baby feels our stress and then he stresses too... We're bad parents... We are not doing it right.

- I know, we have things to solve, and I want to tell you I have all the intention to fix it, we're new to this, it's also not fair for us to put us expectations of being perfect all the time. we can... Read about parenthood or look for professional help, we will do all in our possibilities to change and be better, it won't happen from night to morning it'll take time, we won't follow our families steps, I promise you I will be a better husband and a good father for our son.

You smiled at him and he returns the smile, you love when he does it, Simon never smiles except when he's with you, nobody else. His smile is only for you and now for your little boy, his words reassure you, he's right it'll be a long process but you will make it, this new family will work.

#x yn #cod x reader #long reads #call of duty x reader #x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #ghost x reader #fem reader #gn reader #reader imagine #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost x you #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #simon riley cod #simon riley x female reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost fandom #ghost x you #ghost fanfic #ghost x female reader

[katyawriteswhump]

love me so bad (steddie microfic)

Steve wishes Eddie would play rough sometimes. Eddie figures out what Steve actually wants.

For @steddiemicrofic April prompt, Fool. Rating: E. CW: spanking, foreplay, light D/s, barely negotiated kink. WC: 454. Tags: aftercare, hurt/comfort, (slightly) sub Steve, (slightly) dom Eddie.

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Sometimes, mused Steve, my badass metalhead boyfriend is waaaay too soft on me.

He was splayed, naked and ass-upward, across Eddie’s lap, while Eddie prepared to ease slicked fingers inside him. Steve peeped back, lashes fluttering: “Remember when some douchebag cut your guitar strings? Might’ve been me.”

Eddie’s warmly stroking fingers slid away. “Before eighth-grade talent show? Christ, you made a total fool of me.”

Steve shivered, weirdly empty. Too late for regrets. “What ya gonna do?”

“Then, I’d have punched your bratty lights out.”

“In your dreams! And now?” Eddie skimmed his palm over Steve’s rear. Fuck me roughly into our lumpy bed! Pleeeeease? Instead, Eddie sharply spanked him. “Ow!”

“Can’t handle it, big boy?”

Steve mentally shrugged. “Bring it on.”

Eddie spanked him again. And again. Steve gasped, battling healthy urges to roll away. Wtf?

“Dreamed ’bout this forever,” husked Eddie, “while you waggled your slutty ass at me.”

Slap.

Steve swallowed a squeak. Should’ve seen this coming, Harrington. Still, as he squirmed, a delicious glow saturated his skin. Sandwiched between Eddie's hard thighs and those skilled hands, Steve felt wanted, cherished. Plus the sizzling pained-pleasure kinda turned him on.

Till tears blurred his vision. “Jesus… Ow!”

“I’d luuuurve you to beg for mercy, but my arm aches like a bitch.”

“My butt stings like a bitch.”

“Poooooor Stevie.”

Eddie smoothed Steve’s burning flesh, stooping to chase the pain away with dustings of moist breath, gentle love-bites that set Steve trembling, crying unashamedly. His tears, like his smarting skin, felt too damn good. Eddie soon cuddled Steve against him, petted his hair, traced knuckles along his cheekbone. Steve nestled his head beneath Eddie’s chin, curled into his lap and… melted.  

Christ, did he know I’d come apart like this?

Steve sniffled. Their breaths fell into sync. Steve absorbed Eddie’s heartbeat. His own chest ached.

When Eddie made love to him, Steve whined, cursed and totally dug how Eddie pummelled into his abused ass. Everything was awesome until…

“I’m forgiven?” asked Steve, later, as they sprawled, entangled and boneless.

“For dinging my guitar? Yup. Years ago.” Eddie yawned. “Robin told me. Also, how you were the one who slipped premium-brand strings into my locker for years after.”

“Oh.” Should he be pissed? Nah. Steve sighed and melted back toward that happy mush.

“Great timing to spill.” Eddie pecked the tip of Steve’s nose. “Angling for a spanking, huh, Baby?”

Wasn’t actually! I should make YOU squirm so bad for this.

Apart from… Steve had enjoyed it. Steve had needed it. Particularly the snuggling after. Kinda wanted to go again. More fool me.

“I hate you.” Steve’s lips ghosted dreamily against the love of his life’s demon tatt. “You’re too fucking perfect for me.”

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #steddie ficlet #steddie smut #sub steve harrington #dom eddie munson #steve and eddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hurt/comfort

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Zerofuku as forgotten queen adopted him under her wing, he realizes she sacrifice to ever finding her son to make everyone happy

With determination he found her son playing happily with other children

A reunion between mother and son as she cries hard as she hold them close and open her arms to Zero as a gesture saying he's her son as well and she loves them both

-You could still see him, your baby, your only child, your son, smiling up at you, calling out to you, all those years ago. You smiled softly as you thought of him, how sweet and caring he was, the perfect future king.

-You also remembered how his father tried to kill you before taking your throne, taking your son away, trying to turn him into a violent, evil person.

-You took back your throne, earning it back the hard way, but to you, it meant nothing as you cradled your son’s dead body, weeping quietly. Your husband had killed your son in an attempt to make you halt your siege, but it made you go harder, taking his head.

-When you came to Valhalla, you looked around often for your son, praying he had been sent to Valhalla as well, but with each passing day, each year without seeing or holding your child, you began to lose hope.

-You had a new son, Zerofuku, who could never replace your son, C/N, he became a light in your world, bringing your smile back, even just a bit.

-Zerofuku learned of your son, learning what had happened to him and he wept for you, for C/N, to hear how cruelly a child had been treated and cut down by a coward of a man.

-Zerofuku knew how much you missed your son, even if you never said it out loud, he could see you watching the children playing, hope in your eyes that you might one day find C/N.

-He knew that when you were alive, you had to be strong, reclaiming your kingdom, leading your people to prosperity once again, until you were snuffed out, but not without taking some of the bastards with you.

-Zerofuku left you a note when you went looking for him, telling you that he was going to look for something and he would be home later, before he went to Buddha to enlist his help to find C/N!

-As the son began to set, you started to worry for Zerofuku, not wanting him to be out late, and when you went to head out to go and look for him, you froze in the doorway.

-There, walking up the path to your home, was Zerofuku, beaming brightly, holding the hand of a child, C/N, who was also beaming, the two of them singing a song they had heard.

-You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your heart felt like it stopped as your eyes went wide, your voice catching in your throat.

-The two saw you and C/N’s eyes went wide, “Mama!!” before running to you.

-You fell to your knees, unable to take even a single step as he leapt into you, wrapping his arms around you. It was truly him, as the tears welled in your eyes, and you finally embraced him, your eyes closing as you let out a sob, clutching your son tightly, overcome with joy.

-Zerofuku knew, even though you were crying, you were happy, which made him happy as he wandered over, wanting to ask you if you were happy with him.

-He froze as you lifted a hand to him, reaching out to him, your teary eyes meeting his own as you smiled and as he kneeled you cupped his cheek before sliding it to the back of his head, pulling him into you as well, hugging him close.

-Zerofuku had somehow convinced himself that you wouldn’t need him anymore, now that he had brought C/N home, but as you pulled back, you smiled at the both of them, “Come in, dinners waiting, my sons.”

-Zerofuku teared up, hearing that you weren’t making him leave, you still wanting him too as they both nodded, taking your offered hands and you led them inside to have the first of many family meals together.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror zerofuku

[babygirl-diaz]

All About Us

"Hey! I was working on something!" Eddie protested when Buck removed the laptop from his lap and put it on the coffee table. Instead of saying anything, Buck climbed onto the sofa and lay his head down on Eddie's lap, He took Eddie's hand and put it on his head.

"Aw, does my golden retriever want head scratches?" Eddie teased.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed and nuzzled Eddie's thigh, making him giggle.

"Stop!" Eddie whined, feeling ticklish. "Or no head scratches for you."

Buck let out a low whine from his throat like an actual puppy and turned his head to look up at Eddie with his pleading big blue eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute," Eddie sighed, defeated, and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

He started running his fingers through Buck's hair before scratching the scalp. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on, keeping the volume low as he continued to let his blunt fingernails gently drag across Buck's scalp.

Buck made happy noises like the tattooed golden retriever he was and Eddie is pretty sure he even saw him rubbing his feet together. If Buck had a tail, it would probably wag right now.

It wasn't long before soft snores filled the living room and leaned down, kissing the top of his head again.

The front door opened and Eddie looked up to find Tommy entering the house and throwing his keys into the key bowl. Eddie's other boyfriend smiled as he approached them. "Is he sleeping?" Tommy whispered, taking a seat beside Eddie.

"Yeah, he is," Eddie replied but didn't stop scratching Buck's head.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy whispered like he didn't already know the answer.

"Wanted to wait up for you," Eddie told him and lay his head down on Tommy's shoulder.

Eddie felt a gentle kiss on his temple and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring," Tommy replied.

"Liar," Eddie chuckled and looked up at Tommy, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

"Okay, fine, so maybe I had an amazing day, but I don't want you to feel bad," Tommy pouted at him.

"Hey, just because I am a dispatcher now, doesn't mean my days aren't amazing," Eddie huffed.

"Sorry, babygirl, I didn't mean it like that." Tommy kissed his cheek and the way he always said "babygirl" made Eddie's heart explode.

He was about to reply when a cry came from the nursery, making Eddie sigh. "Duty calls."

"I got this, you've been taking care of Lily all day," Tommy said and started to get up when Eddie stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

"You must be tired, babe. I got it. You make sure he doesn't wake up too," Eddie said pointing at Buck.

He gently lifted Buck off of himself and slid out, letting Tommy take his place.

Eddie went to the nursery and picked up their crying 6-month-old, holding her close to his chest as he tried to calm her down.

"Dad?"

Eddie turned around to find Chris standing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Is Lily okay?" The 16-year-old asked, concern lacing his voice.

"She's fine," Eddie gave him a fond smile as he put a now-sleeping Lily back in her crib. "Probably had a bad dream or something."

"Do babies dream?" Chris asked, frowning

"I guess they do," Eddie shrugged.

"I don't want Lily to have bad dreams," Chris replied and made his way over to them. He looked down at Lily and then back at Eddie. "Not like the rest of us do."

"I know, kiddo, I don't either," Eddie replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to have bad dreams either."

"I'm fine," Chris grumbled and shrugged off Eddie's hand.

Eddie tried not to take it personally. "Chris-"

But Chris left without saying a word.

Eddie sighed and went back to the living room where currently Buck and Tommy were curled up together on the couch, with Buck's arms protectively wrapped around Tommy as he held him close.

"You two look cozy," Eddie teased, and he sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

"You okay?" Tommy asked and Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I don't think Chris is," Edde replied. "I don't know if he's having a rough time at school or he's going through a bad breakup but there is something off with him."

"Not trying to be dismissive here, babygirl, but Chris is a teenager. His problems are way beyond our comprehension," Buck told him.

"I know, but I wish we could talk, you know? Like we used to when he was a kid."

"That's the thing, though, he's not a kid anymore. No matter how much we all may hate it, he is growing up, and he needs his space," Tommy told him. "Now tell us, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie asked looking over them.

Both Buck and Tommy looked equally concerned.

"Eddie, you gave up being a firefighter to take care of her," Buck pointed out. "Last time-"

"Last time was different," Eddie quickly assured him. "I am not gonna have another breakdown, trust me. Besides, I like spending time with our little girl."

The sofa shifted behind him and soon Buck and Tommy were sitting on either side of him.

"But if it does get too much-" Tommy started to say

"I'll let you know," Eddie cut him off

Two pairs of arms wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie let out a breath, letting them just hold him.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy #teddie #bucktommyeddie #911 abc #fanfiction #drabble

[shycoconutt]

Graduation Day (Nanami x Reader)

Content: pure angst.

A/N: oops, sorry. <3

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“I can’t continue living this way. I’m leaving.”

The air seems to still when his words hit your ears. Standing together in the courtyard of Jujusu High, both in your best clothes for graduation day, Nanami came with a mission to end things before they even had the chance to begin.

“W-what?” you stutter.

His expression is hard to read at first. His face looks pained, constrained. You try to look into his eyes, currently hidden behind his blonde fringe. But he’s hiding them from you.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” Nanami continues, his voice barely above a whisper, “I am not going to continue on the path of being a jujutsu sorcerer. I can’t do it any longer.”

Instinctively, you reach out your hands to intertwine in his, to which he lets you. Using your thumbs to rub circles over his palms, you sigh.

You are no stranger to the fact that Nanami has been having a difficult time ever since the death of your former teammate, Haibara. His participation in missions became limited, and while you were perfecting your craft, he did only what he had to in order to get you both out alive. 

But, you always had each other. That’s the whole point, right?

“And because I’m no longer going to be a part of this world,” he gulps, “I don’t think we should continue with… us.”

Your grip tenses and your hands start to shake.

Nanami not being a sorcerer is something you can handle. Sure, a relationship between a sorcerer and a non-sorcerer is unconventional, but it’s not impossible. It is possible that you could be gone for months at a time, but your love is strong enough to handle that. It is possible that you could die, but that’s a possibility for everyone, right?

Almost as if he could read your mind, Nanami shakes his head while giving your hands a tight squeeze. 

No, no, no, no, no.

You can’t bury the anger, the rage rising in your chest. You can feel your vision going in and out. It’s suddenly becoming too hot in the summer sun – your clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably.

“Us?” you seeth between your teeth, “There is no us, Nanami. There never was. Why?” your voice is rising, and control is quickly leaving you.

You finally look up again from your intertwined hands. To your surprise, your eyes finally meet his. 

Pain.

“Why?”, your tone is becoming more venomous with every word, “Because you are a coward.”

You wanted it to sting. How dare he? How dare he break up with you before you’re even together. How dare he give up on what you too could have. How dare he give up on your shared life. How dare he give up on you.

You are successful because you have never seen so much hurt in the eyes of your most loved. It breaks your heart. The single tear in the corner of his eye makes yours well up and overflow.

Regret.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cry, “I don’t- I don’t mean that, Kento.”

Using your hands, you yank him forward to wrap yourself around his waist. Thankfully, you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders. His hold on you is tight, almost desperate. He rests his cheek on your temple, breathing in your scent.

You don’t understand. This, you and him in a warm embrace, feels perfect. If this is all you could have, you’d be happy, because you could have him. 

“I love you,” Nanami whispers in your ear while holding you. Your tears are now staining his nice shirt. You can’t, no you won’t, let go. Never. 

“Why won’t you ask me to come with you?” your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

You feel his chest cave in as he lets out a sigh.

“You know I can’t ask you that, baby,” his hand trailing up to cradle your head, “Being a sorcerer means so much to you. I won’t ask you to give that up. If I did, it would be the most selfish thing I’ve ever done.”

To your dismay, he is right.

“I love you, too.” 

-

You don’t remember much of what happened next. Quickly, he was gone, and you were left standing alone amongst the beautiful flowers and green grass. Your body felt as weightless as the breeze around you. You were hollow, empty. 

As you lay in bed in your dorm room, still in the same clothes you wore three days ago when he left, you can’t help but wonder how it’s possible that two people in love could exist apart. He is the one – you feel it in your soul. But, he’s gone. Your love wasn't enough for him to stay.

This is life now, isn’t it? From now until forever, part of you is missing.

Telling you to give up being a sorcerer would be the most selfish thing he’d ever done? No, he was wrong. This was the most selfish thing he’d ever done.

You hate Nanami Kento for ever loving you.

#nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami x #nanami x y/n #jjk #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento x reader

[yuujispinkhair]

My new Roman Empire is baby daddy sukuna being obsessed with you because of your post 😭😭 but now I’m stuck on how that child would yuji’s cousin instead of his niece or nephew

Awww I am happy that it could make you feel things!!! 💗💗 This man has a hard shell, but if you manage to break through it, he will love you more intensely than anyone else ever could 😭

Omggg you are so right!! I didn't even think about it, because in my mind Yuuji and Sukuna are brothers BUT I actually LOVE the thought of Yuuji being our child's cousin 😭 They are about the same age. Yuuji is maybe two years older, and he acts all protective and like such a BIG BOY afdgjffjgdsa he is so cute. And our little girl may look cute, but she has her daddy's genes and can get super mean.

So imagine we go to a playground with our and Sukuna's daughter and take little Yuuji with us. Some boys try to tell our daughter that she isn't allowed to use the slide, and they push her away. And "big" cousin Yuuji immediately runs over to them, already pushing up his sleeves because he will punch anyone who touches his little baby cousin!! But before he can even reach the little group, your daughter is already in her Sukuna-mode and kicks those little boys in the nuts, making them cry and run home 🤣🤣

Everyone hopes that Yuuji and your daughter will never go to a school together, because the Itadori cousins are known for being cute-looking menaces who won't take any shit.

Helpppp imagine them as teens, and Yuuji (18) is already old enough to have a driver's license, so he has to take his little cousin (16) to all the parties with him and make sure she gets home safely. But there is always some trouble they get into.

You always shake your head and tell them to please stay out of trouble at least for once! But Sukuna just laughs his ass off and gives them high-fives. And he winks at you and pulls you in his arms and is like, "Aww, come on, you know it's not their fault. They are Itadoris! We simply are like that!"

"Jin isn't like that, Kuna!"

"Yeah? Well, then explain to me why he married that woman!"

And he smirks at you, knowing that he won, and all you can do is roll your eyes and kiss that infuriating smug smirk off your husband's face.

[sweetpascal]

: : chapter two : :

series masterlist

summary: bill and frank take matters in their own hands when it comes to their daughter being unhappy.

warnings: kids being shitheads, (TW) bullying, (TW) homophobia, nightmares, fatherly cuddles

word count: 2.3k

FEBRUARY 2004

Everything was too loud, too bright, too cold, too everything. The other classmates couldn’t stop talking and scream-laughing while the teacher at the desk did absolutely nothing to quiet down the class. You sat in the third row from the far back left, near the windows overlooking the fields. There was a small tap at the back of your head, and then another, and another. Small balls of paper crowded the ground. The kids behind you wouldn’t stop; you didn’t know why. Hushed giggles and mumbles made you want to disappear. Then, you heard it. A small psst behind your shoulder. You jerked in your seat and turned around with furrowed brows.

Two boys and one girl–Dennis, Nick, and Georgia. For some reason, they’ve picked on you since you first stepped foot in this elementary school. Third grade has been especially tough because of the infamous three.

“Isn’t it true you have two dads?” Dennis snickered while the other two full on belly laughed.

“Yeah, so?” You shrugged. You don’t exactly understand why it’s funny that you have two daddies. Even if you didn’t come from them directly, they loved you deeply and gave you a happy home and yummy food and warm clothes.

“Are you, like, an orphan or something?” Georgia sneered at her, her red hair and freckles matching her devilish personality. “Did your mommy dump you on their doorstep because she didn’t want you anymore?”

Warmth made its way from your neck, all the way to your cheeks. There was a tremble in your hands and an uneasy knot in your stomach.

“My daddies say it’s none of your business!”

Trying to stick up for yourself has always been unsuccessful when it came to these three, but it was worth a shot. They laughed in your faces; Dennis slapping the desk while Georgia pointed at you in mockery.

“Well, my daddy says that your daddies are going to hell because it’s a sin,” Nick tells you, a stupid smirk playing on his dry lips. “They’re gonna burn in hell.”

“Stop it!” You cried out, thick tears filling your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled.

“She’s crying! Look at her!” Georgia cackled. “The little orphan crying!”

When you turned back around in your chair with your warm tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, biting down hard on your lip to hold in your cries of anguish. Behind you, they still mocked and laughed. There was a small tug on one of the braids Daddy did for you with a cute little pink butterfly hair clip. The bell rang and you hurried to grab your small Care Bears backpack. Your classmates rushed out as it was finally time for lunch. The handle of your lunchbox was clutched in your tiny fist, until it wasn’t. Nick had snatched it out of your hands, dangling it above your head as you tried jumping it to yank it from his grip.

“Give it back, Nick!” You yelped and went to jump up again before a hand shoved you back; it was Georgia, with Dennis standing close behind like a follower.

“Looks like itty bitty Y/N got a sweet little note from her daddy… or maybe it was the other daddy?” Nick cackled. Other kids just walked by as you were crowded by the three in a corner. Frustrated tears filled your eyes once again.

“Stop being such a big baby!” Georgia swatted at your arm that was exposed from your t-shirt. You yelped and choked on a sob as you rubbed the spot she smacked.

As Nick went to unfold the note Daddy had written you, there was a sudden burst of courage that exploded within you. Suddenly, you leap forward, both hands grabbing onto Nick’s wrist to dislodge the note from his cold hands. He grunts and yanks back, but you follow. The more worked up you got, the stronger your grip was.

“Let… go!”

As you tugged back for the final time with all your might, you missed sight of Nick smirking at Georgia and Dennis. Then suddenly, his hands shot up and collided with your face, specifically your nose. Blinding, white hot pain shot all throughout your face. With a shriek of agony, you fell to the floor on your knees and covered your face with both hands. Your nose was throbbing, you couldn’t see anything through your thick tears. Why are your hands wet? What’s going on? Why is it red? Drip, drip, drip.

You pull your hands away and they’re stained with your blood. Finally, you let out a scream of terror that silenced everyone in the halls.

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Frank was in his art room when the phone rang. He wiped his charcoaled hands with a stained rag and hurried downstairs to answer it. It was the principal. And then suddenly, it felt as though he went deaf. The only words he could make out were daughter, blood, and screaming. His breathing became labored and the phone fell from his hand and onto the hardwood floors with a clatter. Bill heard the small commotion and curiously peeked his head in the foyer to see Frank breathing fast and heavy, his eyes crazed and wide.

“School. Now.” That was enough for Bill to leap into action, pull on his boots, and grab his and Frank’s coats before they both speed to the school in their truck.

Frank was the first one running into the main office. He frantically looked around and then saw his girl sitting on one of the benches with blood all over your denim overalls and dried blood on your hands and arms. Your hair was messy, face all blotchy from sobbing for what felt like eternity.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed out, and he watched as your head perked up at the sound of his voice.

“Daddy!” You started crying, arms outstretched and blood dried hands making grabby motions at him. “Daddy, Daddy!”

He falls to his knees and immediately pulls you into his arms. His arms, they felt like home in a person. Frank has always been the more affectionate father, while Bill was more verbally affectionate. Frank chokes on his own cries as he listens to his little girl crying and clinging onto him. Bill storms into the principal’s office like a bull in a china shop and slams the door behind him.

Frank slowly and gently pulls you away from his neck to get a better look at you. He makes a small tsk noise as he notices the swelling along the bridge of your nose. He hushes you quietly when you whimper and fuss in his arms.

“I don’t like it here, Daddy,” you hiccup, small fists holding onto his jacket with all your little might. “Take me home, please!”

Frank looks up at the small window on the door of the principal’s office. He can hear the deep gruffness of Bill’s voice and can see how he paces back and forth, arms waving everywhere like a madman. It’s one thing to piss off Bill, but it’s another to include his family in the mix.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’re gonna get Papa and then we’re gonna get you home, okay?” He gives your forehead a small kiss and moves your baby hairs away.

Suddenly, the door is snatched open. Bill storms out and the principal follows close behind, spewing angry remarks as he sneers at Frank. From the fuming rage in Bill’s eyes, he could only think that the conversation did not go as planned. With a small grunt, Frank lifts their daughter into his arms and Bill snatches your backpack and lunchbox from the principal’s hands.

“Gentlemen, don’t be so sensitive! Kids pick on each other all the time! It was just some rough play gone overboard. Kids make mistakes,” the principal gave both men a snide laugh.

You hid your face in Frank’s neck, whimpering softly when your nose brushed against the fabric of his jacket. You couldn’t hear what was being said due to your Papa using your jacket to cover your head. Then, there was movement and finally silence. Bill lightly strokes your small hand, sighing quietly to himself at the sight of dried blood. Him and Frank share a silent look, and then Bill nods at him. His lover nods back.

A decision has been made.

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APRIL 2004

You stood beside your Papa in his office behind his desk. He sits in the chair holding a sheet of your completed math problems with his reading glasses perched on his nose. One of your arms is slung around his broad shoulders. There’s only silence, aside from the rustling of papers.

“Hmm..” Bill hums out loud, glancing to the side as he watches you huff and squirm in your spot. He hides a smile as he lets out a ‘thinking’ hum, and you anxiously squirm again. “Well, just as I thought.” He puts the papers down along with his pen.

You look at him expectantly, wide eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. He hopes he never has to witness the disappearance of those emotions in your eyes.

“You did a good job, kiddo,” he says and hands you the papers, each math problem with a red checkmark next to them. “Next thing you know, you’ll be studying calculus."

You let out a small squeal of delight and give him a big hug and kiss on his bearded cheek. “Wait… what’s calculus?”

The way your head tilts in confusion has Bill laughing to himself, but it sounds more like a grumbling bear to you. Seeing how carefree you were in the comfort of your home with him and Frank teaching you on their own gave him some comfort as well. There were no more tears, no bruises on your small body from those rat-faced kids and the poisoned words that their parents spew in their child’s ears. No more fear. No more anxiety. Just peace and happiness with those that love her.

There was a knock at the door before Frank peeked his head in. “I hope I’m not interrupting the grading.”

“Daddy, look!” You dashed over to him with your paper held high, waving in front of his face. “Papa says I can do catalyst!”

Frank lets out a full belly laugh and scans the paper, check marks beside each problem. “Catalyst, huh?” He glances over at Bill over the paper and sees the softness in his eyes and the way his lips are formed into a barely there smile. He finally looks down at you, brushing your hair from your face as he says, “Honeybee, why don’t you wash your hands for dinner, okay?”

When you make a mad dash to the bathroom, Frank steps deeper into the room. Bill stands and makes his way over to his partner. They embrace each other, both letting out a long sigh of what sounded like relief. They can hear you singing your ABC’s as you thoroughly wash your hands. Bill hears a small sniffle coming from Frank. When they pull away, Bill wipes a tear on his lover’s cheek.

“Why the tears?” Bill mumbles softly, both hands holding onto the other man’s shoulders.

Frank shakes his head and lets out an embarrassing laugh as more tears trickle down into his beard. “I just love seeing her so happy,” his voice breaks and Bill swears he feels his heart grow. “She’s our honey girl, you know?”

Later that night, when everybody’s bellies were full, you somehow couldn’t sleep; tossing and turning, huffing and puffing. The time where you finally relaxed your body, it was your mind that traveled to the dark, scary place. In this dream, Daddy and Papa were screaming and pleading. They kept screaming and screaming, they just wouldn’t stop. And then, they were covered in cuts and bruises and blood. God, there was so much blood. Daddy looked at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear. “Wake up! Please, God, wake up! Now!”

You jolt awake, sweaty and breathing so heavy you feel like your lungs might collapse. Frantically looking around your room, the nightlight couldn’t cast enough glow. The shadows on your walls taunted you, mocking you and your fear. A whimper escapes before you could stop it. Grabbing your stuffed bunny, you hurry across the hall and slowly open the door.

In bed, Daddy and Papa sleep soundly. They’re both snoring quietly as you get closer to their giant bed. You���re on Daddy’s side, and you tap at his arm urgently.

“Daddy,” you whispered and looked over your shoulder to make sure the shadows didn’t follow you into the comfort of your fathers bedroom. When he didn’t wake up, you started shaking his arm even harder. “Daddy, wake up! Please!”

Frank awakes with a jolt. He sits up on his elbows in sleepy confusion. His hair is rumpled and he squints the sleep away as he looks around the room. He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sight of you standing beside his bed clutching onto your stuffed bunny he had gotten you for your first Christmas at home.

“Honeybee, what’re you doing up?” He whispers as to not wake up Bill, although the man sleeps like a hibernating bear.

You wiped at your eyes and frowned in a way that made Frank want to awww out loud. “I-I had a bad dream,” you whimper. “Can I sleep with you and Papa?”

Knowing that your first thought was to run to Frank (and Bill if he weren’t sleeping) had him smiling and laughing quietly. He pushes the covers away and lifts you into his arms before placing you between him and Bill. You make yourself comfortable and cuddle against Frank’s chest. The smell of your shampoo has him wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

“You’re safe now, honeybee,” he whispers, peering down at you as your eyes get more heavy and your breathing starts to even out. “I got you, sweet girl.”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #bill x frank #tlou #bill tlou #frank tlou

[hamilvette]

Now, because I don't want y'all to think I see Magnífico as some kind of awful parent-monster

Reasons I think Magnífico would be thrilled of having a child

I'll try to make this less of a ramble and more organised this time around. So I'll go by stages.

Before the arrival of the child

Pregnancy; if his significant other and himself can have a child this way:

Even if at first he can be joyful of the idea or having an heir if their partner also wants that too, it would probably be such a far away concept, but the moment he sees the bump he'll be amazed.

I can imagine him being with his partner like: wow, you're actually creating something magic can't ever compete with: a life. That's amazing, and your body does it by itself!

And the first time he gets to talk to the bump and the baby responds with movement, Magnífico would be absolutely ecstatic. He wouldn't cease to talk or sing to his partner's belly just to feel or see movement, much to his partner's amusement or tiredness. But he can't help but get a heavy sense of pride in watching their baby react to his voice more than to anyone else's.

He would spend days and nights coming to his partner with suggestions for names until they settle in one they like. I'm thinking he wouldn't want to call a son "Magnífico II" cuz he likes being special, and would want his son to be special too, haha.

If his partner and himself decide to adopt a child:

Magnífico would probably just do it if he feels like it's right. Maybe he gets to know a child that has lost its parents and can't help himself but empathize with them, so he would want to help them to have a better life and decide to take them under his wing and guidance. Depending on their age, the bond would develop either slowly or quickly.

Now, when a baby arrives:

The first time he holds the baby into his arms, he will probably cry. He'll be amazed at how tiny a baby is, and would swear to protect them at all costs 🩵.

He will always be proud of having a baby. Like: this is my child, and everyone must adore him as much as I do, but no one will ever love him as much as I and my partner do. I can picture him holding the baby to introduce them to his kingdom like Rafiki held Simba in the Lion King, LOL.

Magnífico may feel like this is his second chance at having a family like the one he lost, and even if it's not the same, he'd still cherish the opportunity of having a new family.

As much as he and his partner might be stressed about constant crying and both terrified of hurting their baby, they would like whenever the baby cuddles with them, or when the baby gives soft cooes of happiness. Those memories Magnífico will forever cherish.

He would probably try to make a baby mobile for their crib by himself. Not with his bare hands, but with the aid of magic. He'll do something like a modern mobile, but in those years? Absolute magic: maybe a stars and roses themed, or a planet and stars themed, with music and faint lights.

Having a toddler:

Magnífico will absolutely adore seeing a big eyed toddler looking up at him like he's the center of the world. His ego and love will grow so big it might hurt, but he adores talking to an attentive toddler that babbles back in interest of what he's rambling about.

He would feel so good of hearing laughter from his child, so he would be willing to amuse them with magic tricks, feeling prideful like a peacock whenever the child claps at anything they find amusing

Even if he's occupied being king of Rosas, whenever he has time, he'll like to take his child with him and teach him how "important daddy is."

Magnífico would probably read a lot of books to the child. I consider Magnífico to be a bookworm himself, so he would like to teach his kid the same passion for knowledge. Probably would start with fairytales and things to explore and expand the baby's imagination, but then it won't be such a surprise to find him reading out loud books of alchemy, of basic magic or astrology.

Magnífico would find amusing whenever the child is trying to say a complicated word. Like, he knows and can see the baby is trying, but it's just a baby and finds it hilarious to try to replicate a long word only to come up with gibberish.

He would also find it amusing when the child learns to walk. Seeing such a little thing trying to follow his steps as he walks around in his studio will always make him chuckle.

Magnífico loves his child's laughter, and dreads their cries. Whenever he hears them cry, his heart breaks a little and comes in overprotective mode. He would have such a hard time accepting that he can't just protect his child from everything they find scary.

However, I don't think he's good at consolations/reassurance. He would rather distract the attention of the child than just hold them while they cry.

With a child:

Magnífico will like playing around. Like: magic tricks everywhere, playing hide and seek in the gardens. A lot of joyful shrieks and laughter might be heard as Magnífico decides to "terrorise" his child with a wild chase around the castle.

Magnífico will be THRILLED when his child asks him to teach them how to do magic. He wants to have the attention and as well teach his child how to wield magic.

He'll bond a lot with his child by teaching them magic. However, he might be a little impatient if his child doesn't take it seriously. He needs them to understand that magic is both a blessing and a curse, not only to do fairy lights.

His patience might wear too thin in magic related things, but will always try to make amends if he ever crosses a line. Magnífico might not apologise per se cuz he's narcissistic and prideful, but would try to make things right.

He would probably grow fond of pillow fights and tea parties, even if with his partner he tries to act as he's just obliged to comply.

Magnífico doesn't like being questioned, however, understanding that a child doesn't know everything beforehand, he'll do his best to satiate curiosity without ever giving away too many details.

And I'm not going to put how it'll be with a teenager cuz in that stage his relationship with his child would probably become weary.

So that's it. I might come around with some other nonsense, but this is my hot take on Magnífico as a parent.

#king magnifico #disney wish #wish #wish 2023 #wish king magnifico #wish movie #headcanon

[electro-strike-zukka-time]

El sequel Part 1

Zuko rubbed his eyes which only caused them to hurt more. Ever since he left Sokka he hadn't been able to do anything. His mind just kept circling back to the hurt look of Sokka's face as he left. Try as he might to read the pile of scrolls on his desk his mind just came back to those blue eyes. So he ended up just lying on his bed definitely not crying

 Spirits Zuko loved him but he couldn't-

“ALRIGHT!”

Zuko sat up immediately as the doors to his room were kicked in. He looked over and saw Sokka walking towards him. “What the-Sokka what are you doing-” “After careful consideration of your proposal I have rejected it.” Sokka said, climbing onto the bed. Zuko stared at him “What? There was nothing to reject Sokka.” 

Sokka sat crossed legged in front of him “Too bad I reject it anyways” he said smiling. 

Why was he smiling? “Sokka I can't-” Sokka moved forward and hauled Zuko into his arms which was easier than normal since he didn't put up any fight. Gods he couldn't even stick to his decisions for even a day. It took a bit of finagling and tangling of limbs but eventually Sokka was situated with his back to the headboard and a bundle of Zuko in his arms. “Sokka what are you doing?” Zuko asked quietly.

“Gonna hold my boyfriend until he stops being a idiot

He is still calling me his boyfriend. “I’m not being an idiot”

He felt lips press against his temple and a small whine escaped him as he melted further into Sokka’s arms. This only resulted in Sokka’s smile growing much larger.

“Hmmm I disagree.”

“I-I was just trying to protect and make you happy Sokka” Sokka tucked his face into his hair and said “I know and appreciate the thought baby but did you consider what I wanted?”

“I-” “Ask me what I want, Zuko.” “What do you want Sokka?”

“I want to keep being with you Zuko cause no matter what the world or you throw at me, I can handle it. Because all of that is nothing compared to how happy you make me Zuko.” Zuko's heart was definitely going to burst at this point and a few stray tears had already started to slip down his cheeks once more.

Sokka lifted a finger to wipe away tears before continuing “And even when I travel, I will always always come back to you Zuko. There is nothing in the world that could keep me away from you

Zuko let out a small sob “What if I'm not enough for you to come back?”

“Did you not hear what I just said? You are always enough babe, you think I’m gonna let something as perfect as you out of my life?”

“I don't deserve you Sokka,” Zuko said, burying himself in Sokka’s chest completely. 

“Well too bad cause you got me,” Sokka kissed him once again, “spirits love have you got me.”

He had tried to push Sokka away, to tell him to leave. But Sokka had said no, had come back, told him he loved him and would never let him go. Zuko didn't deserve him in the slightest and Sokka had rejected that notion too.

“I'm sorry Sokka, I’m so fucking sorry.” Zuko’s words came out strangled as he started to hyperventilate.

“I know babe I know.” “I just wanted-” He could barely choke the words out as he tried his best to breathe and talk at the same time.

“It's okay love I understand, now just breath for me love” “See once again your putting up with my weird shit and-”

Zuko felt a hand press to his chest “It aint a one sided thing love I help you and you help me, but for now just breathe for me okay?”

They stayed curled up together for a while, Sokka kissing him every now and then and whispering all sorts of sweet things in his ear. Zuko didn't know how long they stayed like this but eventually his mind had stopped racing enough for him to speak once more.

“I love you Sokka” “I love you too, you big idiot.” Zuko chuckled, “Yeah I deserve that.”

Sokka smiled “So do I get to be your boyfriend officially again?”

“If you want to.” “Zuko,” Sokka said with a warning look.

“Yes, yes I know.” “Then?” “Of course you can be my boyfriend again Sokka”

Sokka shifted to kiss him fully on the lips and Zuko let himself get lost in it.

“Thank you for not giving up on this Sokka.” “I am never gonna give up on us Zuko, I will always be yours” “And you will always be mine.”

#zukka #zuko #sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender

[fatuismooches]

Currently in my bed just fantasizing about having kids Dott.. Like, if it was through normal means or you somehow got Dottore to create a baby in his lab, I find it very amusing if the kid came out looking just like him.

This little baby with the same curly blue hair and red eyes as Dottore :(( He just stares at the child, unsure how to react. I bet during the first few months he’d be very unsure how to handle his child, sometimes not even wanting to hold them out of fear he may hurt them somehow.

Everyone is confused why Dottore made a child segment, everyone just kind of assuming his child was a segment. It’s not until they grow old enough to walk around and figure out how to slip out their father’s arms to explore the palace people start wondering what Dottore’s actual relationship with this child is.

Other Harbingers and even some lower ranking Fatuus see how Dottore grows agitated and almost anxious when the child leaves his line of sight, the doctor’s already short temper growing even shorter as he snaps at anyone until he can find the child.

Dottore eventually begrudgingly telling some of the more nosy Harbingers he has a child after they grow a bit too curious. Word travels fast and it’s not long until you have a few low ranking Fatuus and maybe even a Harbinger like Pantalone or Childe asking how you could possibly want to have a child with Dottore of all people.

I just.. hoghh i know the harbingers r like war criminals but i wanna be all lovey and domestic and have families with them 😞😞 [📺 Anon]

To convince Dottore to have and raise a kid with you is such a procedure that couldn't accurately be put into words. Here you have a man who doesn't have the slightest bit of father material in him. It took ages for him to love you, will he be able to love his child? When he struggles to make peace with himself and yet his kid is the spitting image of him? Surprisingly enough, he takes these things more seriously than one would ever think because he is self-aware and clearly remembers how his own parents treated him.

He's most poor at taking care of small children, especially when they're crying. And even when they're quiet and docile, Dottore still can't bring himself to do anything, his fingers flexing awkwardly. His hands just aren't suited for this gentleness. However, I think he gets more comfortable when the kid is older. He likes talking with them and expanding their mind. Making them toys and puzzles that are probably too advanced for their age. And seeing how the child is a mix of both him and you, your features are ever so endearing... even when the child inherits your mischievousness and goal to terrorize him. Over time the relationship gets better and the child and father get a lot closer, even though it started off pretty hazy at first. You're very proud of the progress.

(Okay but people thinking his kid is a segment... that is just too funny because the idea of someone having a kid with the Doctor never crosses their mind eh? And people being nosy and asking you questions 😭 poor reader, how can you explain you just wanted a family with the love of your life? Not a perfect one, but a happy one.)

He's definitely not the model father but he does have you to help him out, and teach him slowly but surely. He truly does love his child even if his affection isn't shown in a typical manner. Regardless, it must have worked out, considering the child loves their parents very much. A little menace in the making...

The war criminals will be unconventionally domestic with you I promise!!!

#smooches talks #📺 anon #dottore love notes <3 #i still remember ur previous ask abt this 📺 anon the brainrot is STRONG huh 😭 #i can relate to this tbh #i dont want kids irl but with dottore yes 😭🙏 #idk how genshin is gonna end but i love thinking abt settling down w him after everything is over and somehow u have a kid with him #biological or not #(yea yea im delusional keep scrolling)

[silenzahra]

Dear friends: I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖

I don't even know where to start... I feel so HONORED that you've enjoyed my latest post so much 🥹😭💖

Thank you so much for all the comments, and likes, and reblogs, and for recommending it to your followers and friends. I swear I still feel like dreaming and you guys make this feel even better 🥹🥹🥹

@nuctoria @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @keakruiser @bberetd

@alex-procrastinates @vulpixfairy1985 @hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard @cool-taya @charlie-the-ghost64

@mrs-luigi-vargas @luigitime83 @fandomphantom1 @thedragicloudluigi @canela2001

@wogwoman @imaginativefanatic @nunchukaninja-archive @pepperycar @brave-little-pauper

@thesavagekitten This goes for all of you 👇

I really hope I didn't forget about anyone! 💖💖💖

In all honesty, I never thought this would get this far... It all started with some silly ideas from an avid bookworm who began to see herself reflected in her favorite character and got extremely excited every time she saw him with a book. And, from then... it all came alone, more or less. I've totally poured into Luigi (and the whole post) my own feelings when reading and fangirling over books, for you BET I'm also extremely intense when I'm enjoying a good novel. I simply thought that Luigi would act the same, since I have in common with him that I also get emotional very easily and experiment my own feelings in a very intense way. And it only makes me feel all the way more connected to my beloved boy in green 💚💚💚

So thank you. Thank you for your enthusiasm (I didn't expect that there would be so much anticipation when I shared my teaser post a few days ago!), and for welcoming all my ideas with open arms. I totally enjoyed writing them, and it was definitely something I needed after everything I went through last month. These headcanons have helped me connect with Luigi (and the whole gang) again, which means I totally feel like writing fics again and I just couldn't be happier because I've missed it so much! 🥹🥹🥹 I really hope you're ready, because some of the HCs I've shared today will definitely become written works in the future! And I'll obviously be bringing at last my pending fics! ✨

Of course, I can't leave without giving special thanks to the amazing @itsavee4117 for his lovely post (please go check it! 💖💖💖). Dear friend, it's been such a pleasure to work with you and to see some of my ideas come to life in your gorgeous art style! 🥹 I just LOVE how you've illustrated them, the many details here and there, how expressive and CUTE all the characters look... And of course, seeing our beloved Luigi in a beautiful dress is always such a treat! 💚 I seriously LOVE all of your drawings, but if I had to choose, I'd go with the babies (MY HEART 😭), the Cycle of the Common Reader (Peach and Luigi are so ME in that one!), and of course...

LUAISY 💚🧡

They look so damn CUTE 😭😭😭 I swear, I've enjoyed writing the whole post, but the Luaisy parts were my ABSOLUTE favorite because this couple really owns my heart. And, more specifically, their first Book Day together, with Daisy's purple dress covering Luigi's legs while he tries to read the book he has gifted her... My God, how I ENJOYED writing that. These two cuddling and kissing and sharing their love for literature I just 😭😭😭 I love them.

And then you go and draw this MASTERPIECE and I'm. So dead and happy and crying 😭😭😭😭😭 It's literally my phone wallpaper right now, THANK YOU, thank you for all your drawings, Vee, but especially for this one 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 You made me SO HAPPY 😭😭😭💚🧡✨

Again, thank you everyone for all your love and support! You truly mean EVERYTHING to me 🥹 I still can't get over the fact that what I write not only interests you, but you also enjoy and love it. I'm so elated to be part of such an amazing and wholesome community 💖💖💖

I'm now off to bed, but again, thank you so much for making this the best Book Day I've ever had 🥹🥹🫂🫂 I love you all with all my heart 💖💖💖💖💖

#THANK YOU #I don't deserve you #you're all so GREAT and SWEET #I truly and deeply adore you #thank you so much 🫂💖 #Luigi the Bookworm #Book Day #Luaisy #thank you post #silenzahra

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ── Jjk Men in their -real- Daddy era. (Am I secretly having a baby fever LMAOO)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ── fluffy stuff, pure wholesomeness and affectionate dads.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

It's safe to say that sometimes you're raising two babies - only one of them is a big buff pouty one.

Daddy Toji sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, leaving you both sleeping in your shared bedroom and then slowly closes the door. He promised himself he'd only take one *unnoticeable* spoon of your newborn's baby formula but ends up stuffing his face with the forbidden powder in the heat of the moment. He tries his best to hide his tracks by shoving the tin somewhere far in the cupboard.

He *oddly* always makes sure to be the one preparing his baby's bottle the next day - 'Oh darling, don'tcha move a muscle...I'll be right back with our baby's breakfast!'

You smile and raise a brow, already suspecting something. Daddy Toji is not much of a morning person. much less when it comes to baby chores...

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo is always there whenever you change your baby's diaper. He keeps laughing and giggling like a 6 year old, curiously learning from his baby momma how to take care of his little child. His sky blue eyes are staring at your skilled hands, handling your precious little one with infinte care. He keeps smiling in awe, chuckling every time your baby farts and making the funniest faces just to make them giggle.

He takes a million pictures of his baby every day; we're talking his whole camera roll is just his baby's face, cutesy hands, tiny feet, smiling, eating, sleeping on daddy's chest, drooling on his shoulder...the list never ends.

His baby looks so smol when he holds it in his huge hands. He has to bend all the way down just so he could pick them up cause obviously my dude is the tallest man ever.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

He'd take full care of your newborn just to see you rest and relax. He told you to teach him everything he needs to know so that he'd be perfectly fit for his new -and best ever- occupation; your baby father. He's got however only one pet peeve; getting his little one to burp after feeding them.

The reason? He was doing it once, holding the baby while gently patting its back...until he suddenly felt a warm liquid slithering down his shirt - the expensive one you dearly gifted him on your wedding anniversary- and to his surprise it was none other than his little one's vomit dripping down his shoulder...

Now he makes sure you hold a napkin behind him whenever he does it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

He's by far the chillest Daddy EVER. Carries his little one whenever he goes. Gets super jealous when your baby starts calling for you, or wants you to hold them instead of him. He's determined to make them say 'daddy' first, but deep down knows it'd melt his heart when he sees the little version of him utter mommy's name for the first time.

Staying awake at night putting his baby to sleep just so you can get your full nightly rest is something he'd never miss out on. He hates seeing you tired or sleepy and puts both of your needs before anything else.

Daddy Geto is always calm and smiley, no matter how much mess his baby makes or how long it'd take for him to clean it up - sometimes makes you seriously wonder how he manages to be so damn chill all the time.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

For a husband twice your size with four arms and eyes he sure should take most care of your little offspring - He does tbf - His baby is always laying somewhere on his body or at least near him; sleeping against his chest, nibbling on his thumb, drooling on the side of his shoulder or sitting on his huge lap.

He's got a 6th sense whenever it comes to his baby being hungry, thirsty, sleepy or needing anything at all. Instantly knows the reason why his little one is crying and most of the time is very quick to make them happy again.

Absolutely hates poopie smell and calls them a brat whenever he senses their diaper getting heavier. 'Aggh you little runt!' You can't help laughing at him getting overwhelmed with such a tiny thing and start teasing him over it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

There's nothing that Yuuta loves more than children. He has always wanted to have kids and couldn't wait to create his very first and own one with you. He's in LOVE with seeing you taking care of them; almost admiring every move and every word you say. He smiles like an idiot whenever he sees you holding your baby, breastfeeding them, playing with them or even laying next to them.

His favorite game is to hide somewhere in the house and let his little one look for him. He does it so suddenly and quickly, leaving them puzzled with big round eyes - comes out of his hideaway when they start sobbing and laughs at their little red nose and pouty cheeks.

'Aww why is my little cupcake cryiiing?...Daddy's right here!'

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji x reader #toji x you #jjk smut #toji imagine #jjk toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #nanami headcanons #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #gojo imagine #gojo satoru smut #suguru geto #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru

[cntloup]

"Hey! What are you doing?!" he nearly shouts as he quickly rushes to take the bags of groceries from you.

You're eight months pregnant and your husband has been immensely loving, helpful and considerate, but safe to say overbearing at times.

"I just wanted to help." you say sheepishly, a slight pout forming on your lips.

"I've got it." he says, tone harsher than he intended as he grabs the bags without even looking at you, then leaves, thinking nothing of it.

You stomp your feet to the bedroom, well, as well as you can in your state and slam the door behind you.

He's startled at the sound and it dawns on him just now what he has done, "Fuckin' hell." he grumbles under his breath.

He finds you lying down on the bed and walks over to sit beside you.

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have talked to you that way." he apologizes in a much softer voice.

He places one hand on your waist and the other on your belly, tenderly rubbing soothing circles only for you to pull away and turn your back to him.

His heart shatters in his chest as he stares at you with desperate, apologetic eyes.

And shortly after, he hears the soft sound of your sniffles.

He shuffles on the bed to get closer to you, lightly touching your arm, "Love?" he beckons softly, eyebrows furrowed as he feels truly concerned now.

"Please, lovie. Talk to me." he pleads, fingers gently brushing against your bare arm.

Your hiccupped cry gets louder by the second until you’re full on sobbing as you curl into yourself.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, love." he apologizes again, feeling more and more desperate and helpless.

He lies down behind you and pulls you closer to him by the waist and his hand rests on your belly.

He murmurs 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' into your hair over and over again, not really knowing what else to do in order to calm you down.

Until suddenly he hears your burst of giggles, not sure if he heard correctly.

"It tickles!" you giggle again as his breath tickles your neck.

He slightly shifts in his place, supporting his weight on his arm and lifting himself up to look at you in surprise of the sudden change in your mood.

You turn your head to look back at him with a lovely smile, making his breath hitch in his throat.

"Yeah?" a mischievous smile forms on his face and his hands move to your sides.

And before you can react, he's tickling you mercilessly.

"Siii!" you whine in between uncontrollable laughter and thrashing your arms around trying to stop him from his brutal tickle attacks as he smirks and laughs at your attempts, enjoying this way more than he should.

Until all of a sudden a loud drawn-out gasp leaves your mouth and he immediately stops, "Fuck! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" he asks in deep concern as his eyes stir around, looking for any sign of damage.

You just take his hand and place it on your belly with no words and at first, he looks confused, but quickly realizes what you meant, his eyes lighting up as he feels your baby's kicks against his palm.

He feels tears prickle the corner of his eyes and can't help but kiss you with such flaming love and fierce devotion that he feels for both of you.

And you spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, feeling your baby's kicks with pure happiness in your hearts and he soothingly rubs your belly and kisses you when you whine in pain.

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