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[puppysxckness]

i'll just go fuck off then

you have her anyway

why keep pretending you care about me

[milaisreading]

Yes

[lachatalovematcha]

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[suhtorus]

dogs out. zenin toji

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is four, and tsumiki is six. preschool teacher!nanami cameo ♡

little sunshines au

"moooooom! the baby took her shoes off again!"

tsumiki's voice has you peeking your head from the kitchen, trying to catch sight of your little girl. you're about to call your husband's name when he walks into the living room and picks your daughter up from the floor.

"dont like 'em?" he smirks, holding her tiny foot up and inspecting it.

she grins cheekily at her dad, proudly wiggling her little toes and showing off the sparkly nail polish on them.

"spaw-cle!"

finally done with the dishes, you join them and see her crocs discarded by the couch.

"again?"

"let her be, ma." toji has her foot against her cheek, both of them giggling at the silliness of it.

"she has to get used to them, toji."

he finally meets your eyes and sees the stern look in them. slowly, he puts your daughter down while she looks at him in confusion. toji doesn't have the heart to force his youngest to do stuff she doesn't like. but after three kids and years of marriage with you, he knows this is a battle he won't win.

"sorry, kiddo."

—

two days later, he's standing by the gates of the kids' school, waiting for them, when he notices something odd.

his face quickly switches from boredom to concern once he spots nanami holding his baby girl in his arms, her face visibly blotched from crying.

"she wouldn't stop taking her shoes off during class. I'm afraid we had to take... drastic measures." the blond man hands her over, visibly tense at toji's reaction. tsumiki and megumi stand next to him with matching frowns, having seen (and heard) their baby sister's cries. "school's policy."

"daddy!" she's bursting into tears as soon as she's in his arms, her watery eyes set on his concerned ones. "want 'em off!"

toji looks down at her feet and sees the brown tape around her pink sneakers, clashing horribly against it and causing him to sigh in defeat.

"baby, you can't keep taking your shoes off." he's patting her back in comfort, letting her sob against his shoulder while he turns to nanami again. "any advice? my wife and I have been struggling for weeks."

having seen this before, nanami recalls a piece of advice given from a couple who struggled with this, too. "try to find a pair that she likes. they don't have to be sneakers—the school isn't strict with that."

and suddenly, toji has a brilliant idea.

—

"princess, c'mere."

both you and your husband enter your daughter's room, sitting on the floor, and she comes closer with her plushie hanging from her hand.

toji places a box in front of her, your demeanor slightly anxious as you wait for her reaction. for a two-year-old, you're aware that she can be the toughest crowd sometimes.

her eyes are fixed in front of her, watching her dad opening the boring, brown box until pink and glitter are all her brain can process.

"woah..." she's clearly in awe, her little hands quickly grabbing the tiny pink heels and slipping them on her feet. "mommy shoes!"

the heels clack loudly against the floor, her steps uncoordinated and clumsy, but she can't stop giggling happily, walking back and forth.

"what did i tell you, ma?" toji's grin is smug, his arms wrapping around you while you play it off with a roll of your eyes. the sigh of relief is obvious from you two. "problem fixed."

he hasn't even finished gloating when you spot megumi standing by the door with his hands covering his ears, glaring ominously at toji.

"don't be so sure, honey."

[evilmom]

suggestions for new artists

- have two blogs, one where you only post your art and another fandom blog where you reblog not only your art to but also reblog and interact with others

- tags only matter for SEO and fandom, so there is no reason to tag #art and #pixel art for example

- tag posts to be searchable for your own blog, keep the same tagging system too so people can easily sort your posts

- use the queue feature to post things at optimal times

- reblog yourself (and tag #srb or #self-bost accordingly for people who block it)

- one to two pieces of art per post

- Tumblr loves sketches and throw away art, just post it on its own instead of doing a sketch dump

- have a pinned post telling people what tags can be searched in your blog to find your art, your fandoms, your OCS, and anything else that might be relevant

[togepication]

on july 23, an Afro-Indigenous man from White Bear First Nation, Tylor Maxie, was shot by toronto police while experiencing a mental health crisis. he is currently fighting for his life in the hospital.

his family has started a gofundme for their legal fees, please share so tylor can be represented with dignity.

[sideprince]

Oh you hate this character and think they're an awful person? That's fine. I think they're neat and fascinating. Anyway today I went outside and saw a really cool bug and then had a conversation with someone in person and remembered that treating each other with decency is the cornerstone of a functional society and feelings about fictional charcters aren't worth throwing that value away for.

[mantareidraws]

Training camp arc, seijoh edition 🌱🏐🌱

A print I made for @hqteamzines!! Still really happy with how this piece turned out~~ 💙

[sweetestflow3rs]

a bump in the day

[dannyriccsystem]

oscar would be such a girl dad, playing princess with his daughter and everything. taking her to the paddock and showing his little princess and his pretty wife around, 😔.

he would be so soft, i can't, i might die. 😭😭😭😭

btw how are you feeling? 🤞

— 🌱

UNICORNS AND CUPCAKES!

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

SUMMARY: Oscar playing dress up with his daughter and wife, and then showing up to media day like that.

WORD COUNT: 800

WARNINGS: Dad!Osc, Mom!Reader, that’s it

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader

NOTE: HII! I’m doing good! Feeling a lot better now!

“OH DEAR, WHAT HAVE I WALKED IN ON?” YOU GIGGLE, politely covering your mouth as you admire the sight before you. Oscar is sitting at a table within the McLaren hospitality, your daughter sitting on a chair beside him. The young girl is messing around with the makeup you bought her for christmas. It had cars on it, and was designed for children.

The real kicker, though, was your husband, who was sitting there like an obedient dog while she painted his face in a rather bold look. Hot pink blush, bright red lips, and dark blue eyeshadow. He looked like he had a long night, to put it nicely. You didn’t mean to mock her skills, but there was definitely some room for improvement.

Despite your teasing, Oscar just smiled as a greeting. He was rather still as he allowed her to continue with her artistic ministrations, his heart melting at her joyous giggles. “I’m doing Daddy’s makeup so he looks good for the cameras!” She announced proudly, smearing purple eyeshadow on the inner corners of his eyes. “Doesn’t he look pretty?”

“He looks beautiful,” You said as you gently rubbed circles into her back, pressing a kiss to her scalp. “Wow, I’m falling in love all over again.” You tone was drenched in sarcasm, but there was some truth to your words. Seeing him allow your daughter to play, even if it meant sacrificing his own self image, was heart warming. You ruffled the younger girl’s hair before leaning in for a kiss from your husband.

“Ew!” She shrieked when you pulled back, your own lips now smeared in his bright red makeup. He laughed, which made your daughter pout. “Hold still!”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” He said in a jokingly exasperated tone. Your daughter rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically.

“He’s not a very good model,” She grumbled, making you laugh once again. “Mommy will you get my princess wardrobe out?”

“Oh, of course,” You replied eagerly as you rushed off to Oscar’s driver’s room, locating the small wooden chest. You dragged it out, opening it to where both your husband and daughter could see. The mounds of glittery, sparkly fabrics flowed free from the chest, spilling out onto the ground. You bit your lip to stifle a giggle at his face.

“I… Didn’t know your collection was so big, sweetheart,” He said, forcing a smile. Oh if only he knew what was coming for him.

“Wow, Oscar! That is quite the outfit,” A reporter remarks with a huge grin on her face, offering the microphone for his response. He sighed, and the sound faded into a chuckle.

“My daughter helped me prepare for media day.” His voice was monotone, but it was clear he just found the whole thing entertaining. If he didn’t want to do this, he could have said no, but he loved entertaining his little princess. Which is why he stood here now, a dress that was just a little too small for him slapped on top of his typical shorts and t-shirt. Atop his hair, which was pulled into two pigtails that were forming a headache, sat a pretty, sparkly tiara. “I gotta make this quick, though. I have a tea party to attend soon.”

“Did your wife put her up to this?” The reporter clearly found this whole situation very entertaining.

“No. You know, she’s pretty creative. Thought of all of this,” He gestured to himself head to toe, “all by herself.”

Oscar sighed playfully. “Oh, there are the suspects in question!”

He fully whipped around to look for you, immediately lighting up at the sight of you holding your daughter’s hand, pulling her through crowds of people as she giggled and chatted beside you. He had to pause to admire you, taking in your pretty glow with a fond expression.

He pulled you in for a hug and kiss when you got close, though you followed it by wiping your lips with a grossed out look. “There are my girls,” He mumbled before crouching down to kiss his daughter’s forehead.

“You’re gonna ruin your dress, Daddy!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He stood back up, ruffling her hair. She huffed dramatically and fixed it, straightening out her matching tiara.

“Two princess in the paddock today,” The interviewer said as the camera panned down to your daughter, who grinned at the attention.

But Oscar’s eyes were on you. He couldn’t stop watching as you laughed with your child— His child, too. Under his breath he replied, “three,” with that lovesick grin of his.

Tired of the attention, he spoke again to divert the various eyes on him. “Sweetheart, why don’t we go see if uncle Lala wants a makeover too?”

“Yeah!”

With that being said, all three of you were off to torment Lando.

[kingsillysmilez]

Be yourself!!!

[puppysxckness]

i should let go of them already

they'll never want me like how i dream of them

so just forget it

i'll find someone new one day

[jellynie]

💄one baddie and one tiger but without a porsche

synopsis. your boyfriend wants to scream to the world about you but for know he will be satisfied by just his members knowing

paring(s). kwon soonyoung x f!reader

genre(s). romance, slice of life

warning(s). alchohol consumption, curse words

word count. 2.7k

a/n. the reader is a y2k baddie who is independent woman, I used feminine y2k style reader for a baddie but anyone can be a baddie no matter the aesthetics <3 Hoshi loser tendencies are inspired by his lovable charms and that Sana interactions, I am sure he has game...sometimes

The time when seventeen members have off-days are usually spent away from each other, or in much much smaller groups and pairs, resting without the group’s characteristic of loudness and actually taking a moment to enjoy solace and little sense of peace that comes only when you are alone. That usually is the norm, they spread out, some even leaving the county, visiting families and some even simply disappear to who knows where with a simple message of assuring they will be back. 

But when you grow up with twelve other people and share almost anything it comes to a weird sense of dependence on one another, an itch that even the quietest members have after a while, to come and be assured that everyone is fine, everyone is still the same and that connection is still thriving. And Hoshi was one of the not so quiet ones, despite keeping bits and pieces of himself tucked away for a sense of privacy and some kind of childish giggle when he gets off keeping things only for himself, he knew that it was only a matter of time where the secret would naturally come out, he in a way wanted to share the said secret the moment it opportunity arises. 

It’s too stuffy to call it a secret, you weren’t a secret to be hidden, hell if the idol environment wasn’t so strict and bashing about dating he would’ve already screamed to the whole world that you were his and his only. It was a shame, at least to him, that you were a private only love, but, but he once again was fine with it in some twisted way, he could keep you tucked in like the precious gem you were.

A gem that even his members didn’t see yet, maybe he should have been more careful, or maybe he was careless on purpose, you weren’t sure of that fact but you also didn’t care for it, he too you wasn’t shameful relationship to be hidden rather the opposite, unlike your usual situation that got too boring or too energy draining, Soonyoung to you was a breath of fresh air, that kept things interesting enough yet offered some sense of comfort you usually don’t get in your life. 

It was a video call at first, with the youngest no less, Dino was talking about some concert he attended the day before while on their vacation, Hoshi was nodding along and somewhere where they were making plans the bundle on his bed moved. Dino didn't think much of it, maybe it was his dog, Latte, but once it started shifting he started paying attention. He was glad he did because not even a minute later there was a peak of someone’s hair, that he for sure knew it wasn’t Latte’s fur.

Before he could inquire about what that was, Hoshi was saying quick goodbye and promised for a group hang-out.‘ Bye bye Dino-ya! Let’s grab drinks later.” The screen went back and yet all Dino can think of is the bundle of sheets that looked too human-like and a head that didn’t match anyone in Hoshi’s family. His older sister would rather eat rocks then allow the loudness of her brother to interrupt her precious sleep, he knows that much. 

So he came to the most plausible conclusion ever. Hoshi definitely had a girl over! Not just any girl, a girl that obviously tolerated his loudness and didn’t mind his obnoxious laugh when they talked for longer than just a quick call to check in, Hoshi even called Dino for some kind of better clearness, that girl wasn’t a one-night stand and it definitely wasn’t his ex, she wouldn’t be so chill with him calling someone while she was there.. 

So with that ‘genius’ conclusion he texted around, the first who answered was Mingyu, who mentioned that Hoshi was indeed avoiding his invites for drinks more of lately, he thought it was because he wanted to stop embarrassing himself around their industry friends because of his drinking habits but now with what Dino said that it made sense he wouldn’t want to go home drunk if there was a girl waiting for him. Strike two.

Dino then ran to Jeonghan who told him that yeah Hoshi is definitely seeing someone, I mean have you seen the sparkle in his eyes and the sudden number of hair ties on his wrist? He was half-sure the older one was teasing him but the hair thing stuck with him. None of them had longer hair anymore, Jeonghan’s was short again and it was always Seungcheol’s job to carry them for him, hell even he had somewhat longer-ish hair and Hoshi never offered it to him. Strike three. 

The longer he went around he came to realization he wasn’t the only one who thought so, Seungkwan was talking how Hoshi was suddenly on his best behavior and Minghao said he asked for nail places recommendation, hell even Woozi albeit reluctantly said that Hoshi was of great help lately with some lyrics, that for once weren’t some hype and break-up lyrics. Jun found a tube of glitter lipgloss spilling out of Hoshi’s bag, the label read ‘Frosted flirt’, he didn’t question it further, they wore make up occasionally,  but it did get stuck in his memory. 

Like puzzles coming into their rightful place and the information being shared among members it was announced that, without the guy in question’s knowledge, Hoshi was dating someone, and he is hiding it. They didn’t want to be a noisy bunch but they too were itching to know why, after all Hoshi never hesitated to be loud about his love life or even lack of it thereof. 

So as any good and worried, read as noisy, friends they cornered him on random Saturday, soju and beers being passed around as the noise of regulars and some nostalgically old pub playlist that played in the background was overwhelmed by the chatter of the thirteen men. It wasn’t hard to get Hoshi tipsy but they strategically avoided him actually getting drunk by putting him besides Mingyu who drowned both his and Hoshi’s drinks. 

It didn’t take him long enough to break, honestly they barely started the romance talk, mostly between the new tensions and embarrassing stories, the only thing that was needed was a comment from Seungkwan, smoothly put together and presented with a teasing pull, a provocation. 

‘Guys slow down with your love stories, our sweet Soonyoung is yet to be over his ex…’ Seungkwan said that in a mockingly sweet tone, patting Hoshi on his back but while the touch was comforting, the words were meant to tease and make him fess up. ‘Right, Soonyoung? Or perhaps your lack of game is more grave than we thought of it and you seem to not have any prospects...’

‘Yah! What are you saying! I have an amazing game mind you! I am good, my girlfriend is like…like so hot! Like…she is so bad, I swear I see my damn future in her shiny lipgloss and like when she talks it is like the whole world revolves around her, you just gotta hear her out!’ that dramatic admission was followed by actual tear, his cheeks were flushed deep mauve from alcohol? Embarrassment? They weren’t sure but it was for sure comical, listening to him go and go on about his girlfriend.

‘Is that so?’ Like he was egging him on, Jeonghan asked him with a mischievous grin on his face, and Hoshi’s eyes actually lit up, he missed the hit and took it as an invitation to begin his rant.

‘Yeah! She walks with some kind of purpose and I swear everytime her heel hits the floor I feel my heart skip a beat, like everything is in slow motion that it makes you focus on her! And when she calls me an idiot I melt like she said some pet name, sure I once messed up her make up display and broke like half of the things. She just closed her eyes, let out a sigh of annoyance and I was a second away from getting on my knees to beg with the way her raised eyebrow and intense stare was cutting me apart, but guess what she kissed me and called me useless.’ He sighs out like he just told a fairytale worthy story. ‘I have her vogue cover hanging on the opposite side of the bed just so I can see her the first thing in morning, she says it is creepy but I know she digs it, she is like a glammed up final boss, the main character of main characters!’

‘Ha ha ha….right.’ Dino muttered out, eyes widened from the sudden surge of information, it wasn’t surprising that Hoshi would love that kind of woman, one that appears to have a world under the heel of her shoes, but to think someone like that would entertain the idea of his weirdness was unbelievable. 

‘Are you sure you aren’t just imagining things Soonyoung?’ Joshua asked, genuinely baffled by what his friend just said.

‘Perhaps he got a head injury while dancing? Jun added in, now wearing a more worried expression than the amusing one. ‘We should get him to hospital or something?’

Woozi had both of his hands under his chin, like he was figuring out what beat was mixing but not he was thinking what part of the brain has Hoshi lost over the vacation. ‘I actually agree, he is speaking nonsense like usual , but this is a new level of delusions.’ 

‘Ha!? Delusions, it’s true my girlfriend is so…so cute and like super smart!’ Hoshi defended himself, rising from his seat, almost knocking off a glass of beer if it wasn’t for Jun’s quick reflexes to catch it. ‘Let me show you her!’

Hoshi pulled out his phone, unlocking it and immediately going to the gallery, with no hesitation at all he shoved his phone in the closest hand to him, which was Joshua’s, who was sitting in front of him. ‘Go on, there is a whole album with her in it!’

Joshua just let out a sound that was somewhere in between a chuckle and exasperated sigh, he clicked on the album with a pink heart and tiger emoji, assuming that it was the one he was referring to, and once the pictures loaded his eyes widened. There it was, the girl he was describing, a drop-dead gorgeous woman wrapped in rhinestone-studded croptop, low waisted jeans that showed off her belly button piercing, the small gem glittering under what he assumed was a camera flashlight. 

To avoid staring at the ‘S’ letter necklace between her breast he forced himself to look at her face, and damn he understood Hoshi’s statement about begging, eyeliner sharp that it could kill made her eyes pop, the gaze that could send shivers down his spine if it was directed at him, lips covered in sheer frosted pink sparkles drawing away from the fact that the smile she had on was one that spells out danger vailed up as a good ride you wouldn’t forget. 

‘Yeah no, no way. Where did you get this pic man? This girl might get a bad rep if she got connected to you!’ Seokmin’s voice was loud in Joshua’s ears as he basically screamed out from where his chin was hooked on Joshua’s shoulder.

‘Just scroll, and stare less, she is my girlfriend, remember?’

Joshua’s finger swiped right and right, over and over again, and without doubt it was the same girl, dressed to nines, at clubs, conferences and without makeup on, wrapped up in sheets that looked similar to Hoshi’s, the K.O. move was you in Hoshi’s lap with Latte cuddled up with you, the dog napping peacefully, gasps followed throughout the room as members passed the phone among them.

‘Photoshoot?’ Someone said, ‘Nah, it’s too much for a prank, he doesn’t go that far’.

‘Ha! She is my girlfriend and I am her boyfriend,’ Hoshi exclaimed, beaming from pride. He liked saying that, he wanted everyone to know how lucky he was, drowning another beer, and he mumbled out some more about you. About your work, your bag collection, how you make people question left and right, how mean you can get yet somehow you are always right.

It was like that for the rest of the night, once the shock passed and they returned to the usual conversation topics but it was clear in Hoshi’s dumb smile and that lovestuck expression he was gone from most of the conversation. The members gave him his time, still doubtful but happy for him, they watched over him as he emptied glass after glass, bouncing around them, they laughed with him too, enjoying this new version of him, sliding in a couple of teasing comments and stabs, questions of how did he bag a baddie like you.

And once the time for them to part, Dino sneakily called up Hoshi’s girlfriend as others were taking the last shots and bites of good, it wasn’t hard to find you in his contact info the number of sickeningly sweet emojis next to what he assumed was your name, clicking on it and asking for you to come pick him up because no one could, it was a lie, he was sure some of the sober members would be up for it or even calling a cab was an option, they were enough of comfortable in their careers that the bill wouldn’t matter, but he wanted to make sure, that this night wasn’t alcohol driven hallucination. 

It was definitely worthed when you walked in with a bare face and some chunky bedazzled sunglasses on, and Seokmin even fell over when he saw you. Dressed in some leisure wear and hair put up out of your face so the hoop earings got a moment on their own, all while on your hip there was a juicy hot pink bag and a very out of place tiger plushy. The chaos once again ignited, Minghao, bless his manners, welcomed you in with an apologetic smile and led you to drink his Hoshi who was clinging on Mingyu’s biceps. 

Your manicured nails took off the glasses as you looked down at Hoshi who was blabbing some nonsense about kimchi and butterfly  hairclips. With a face twisted in an expression that could be read as judgemental and flicker or worried furrow in your shaped eyebrows. In less than a second you took out a vanilla body spray and drenched him in it, being careful he doesn’t inhale any of it. 

‘You are not entering my room, much less my bed if you stink of alcohol and meat.’

The members weren’t sure if it was your voice or the smell of the bakery fit in a bottle that was what snapped him towards you but to be honest none of them were thinking, too amazed to see a baddie like you entertain an idea of welcoming Hoshi into your home at all. Don’t get them wrong, they acknowledge that he is an amazing person with a lot of things to brag about but he always said the stupidest shit to girls around them. So when you didn’t even blink when he attached to your hip instead of Mingyu, they were more than just surprised.

‘You came for me me, yey. I was just talking about how cool you are and about the project you were doing!’ 

‘How great but I doubt anyone can understand your slurred words. Let's go before you embarrass yourself more than you should.’ You said and brushed the hair that was sticking to his forehead. He followed you like a puppy and all the members were in honest disbelief, bit envious but most of all filled with some kind of happiness that he got someone that even if out of his league, they knew he would treat you good based on how he sang praises about you for the whole night. They also were looking at the example that you too would treat him well, with the way your hands hold onto his body and the way despite the displeasure of being here you didn’t flinch away from it, accepting it as a part of him, part of him in seventeen, bright, familiar, and somewhat foolish, but yours. 

[lachatalovematcha]

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[suhtorus]

mama's day... again? gojo satoru

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 5 and 2yo sons, 8-month-old daughter. a little late, i knoooow u.u

i remember getting this idea back in november, and i can't believe it's been over six months since i started posting these ( ˊo̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ˋ)

little sunshines au

it's a no-school day.

it's the weekend.

so, your eldest can't help but groan when satoru shakes him awake. he's allowed to sleep more on no-school days. why is their dad waking them up so early!?

"guys, c'mon. it's mama's day," your husband's hushed words and beaming smile are met with identical mini copies of his own features, their scowling little faces only making him grin wider.

"again?" your toddler's blue eyes seem to burn a hole through satoru's forehead. "when's mochi day?"

"soon."

"when?"

satoru closes his eyes and breathes in. it's too early for him to lose his cool, and he can't have the kids start the day with tears. not today.

"after mama's day. so, if you want your gifts, you have to help papa."

the two boys happily follow after their dad like baby ducklings.

—

there's a rustle followed by incoherent mumbling—incoherent to others, at least.

because to the trained ear of a mother, it's clear how your son mumbles a string of c'mon, c'mon, c'mon in distress.

your eyes open just in time as your toddler knocks over the candle on your bedside table, struggling with the flower bouquet (which is considerably bigger than him).

"hey, you."

it takes almost ten minutes for your husband to realize he's missing a little duckling, rushing to look for his whereabouts once he remembers he has two sons, not one.

"mochi," he whisper-shouts, stressed out already. he enters your shared bedroom, looking at the floor for that white tuft of hair crawled somewhere under the furniture. "mochi, what's taking you– oh, no."

drapped on top of you, gently held in your arms, lies your son as he tells you about mochi day.

"–gifts and fishies, mama!"

you chuckle at his enthusiasm, basking in the warmth of the duvet and your toddler nuzzled in your arms, the familiar baby scent still lingering on his skin.

"hey," your husband nervously interrupts, walking further into the room until he's right next to your side of the bed. "good morning, gorgeous."

his kiss on your lips is short and adoring, his lips pulling up into a gentle smile.

"i caught you guys," you can't help but smile cheekily at his failed attempt to surprise you. "where are my other two babies? you better not left them unsupervised–"

"no, 'course not. be right back! you–" he grabs your toddler from your arms. "–are coming with me."

—

a few minutes later, the door of your bedroom opens, and your baby girl walks in with the help of her dad.

"oh my– is that my sweet little baby?"

your coos earn you an excited squeal from your daughter as soon as her eyes notice you. your husband gently holds her hands as she walks towards you, stumbling over her tiny feet before satoru lifts her up and settles her on the bed with you.

right behind him is your toddler.

"for you, mama."

you take the small box from his hands, ready to bring him up on the bed with you, "thank you, baby."

"hold the kisses. there's more, remember?" satoru reminds your son, and he nods, rushing out of the room before you can even demand a kiss on the cheek.

your two boys walk back in carrying a gift bag—a huge one. after a brief struggle to place it on the bed, both boys huff heavily before smiling proudly at each other.

"what do you say?" satoru tries to give your youngest son a cue, which he obviously misses.

"thank you!"

you can't help but chuckle at his proud little grin, his older brother shaking his head next to him.

"no, mochi. the other thing." your son corrects his baby brother.

"happy birthday?"

"happy mother's day, my angel."

both your husband and son give up, sighing as the toddler now looks confused and utterly lost.

satoru swiftly launches each kid onto the bed before joining as well, needing the cuddles after a hectic morning.