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[mayababes19]

JJK MEN MOTHER'S DAY + FATHER'S DAY SPECIAL!! (PART 1/2)

☆ Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Choso

☆ AFAB!Reader!

☆ Summary: A late Mother's Day special that I turned into a two-parter

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Gojo - Gojo is such a dork. Forget fancy things. For Mother's Day, you'll be at an arcade or a sweets café. The only fancy thing you'll get is Disneyland. In Gojo's words, "Nothing fancy can show my love for you. I asked you to be my girlfriend for a reason".

Gojo would make you ride the "It's a Small World" ride because he knows it'll annoy you. From Splash Mountain to the mad tea party, your night is filled with affection and fun. He made an effort to put a smile on your face all day just to see you're beautiful face light up at the end of the night as you both watch the fireworks show at night with amazement. He's mainly looking at you though

Nanami - Now y'all know damn well Nanami is husband material. No debate. Lucky for you, you and Nanami were expecting a healthy baby girl.

It's been a few hours since the birth of your baby girl "Nana". Nanami did everything to make sure you were comfortable. Prepared your food, helped you to the bathroom, took care of Nana as you slept, and even declined every phone call Gojo made to annoy him.

Nanami personally learned how to knit days beforehand and made you and Nana matching hats, he was going to do was support his girls.

Nanami went the extra mile for his mother's day gift because in 3 months, you're going on a cruise with your family

Geto - One thing Geto is going to do is stay classy. No bullshit and no interruptions. He'd purposely pretended to be oblivious of what day it is. Geto would blindfold you and drive you to a fancy restaurant with a good view of the skyline. Once unblinded and in the middle of dinner, Geto casually grabbed a ring box and proposed to you in front of the whole restaurant.

Even though he would be calling the onlookers monkeys by now, his main focus was on you.

Sukuna - You're the only exception. He doesn't care about anyone or anything else on Mother's Day besides you. Ever since he got you pregnant, he's been clingy and more loving even if he doesn't want to admit it. You woke up to roses and your favorite snacks in a giant basket.

"Mornin' brat. Move over"

And just like that, the king of curses is cuddling with you in bed watching your favorite shows and movies. He hates them but he's also secretly intrigued by the dramas

Toji - Toji would send little gifts to your job the days leading up to mother's day. After staying up all night, Toji's plan was finally put together.

After surprising you in bed, Toji dragged you outside to a beautiful sign with your favorite flower(s) and led lights on it and big black letters spelling out,

"Will you marry me?"

Toji would wait till the last minute to buy you an actual gift (He's broke okay 😔) because he went all out on the proposal. Toji saved up some money to take you out to a high-class restaurant and a suit in your favorite color.

After your restaurant date, it was now around 12:45 am. Toji took you out on a late-night drive, he secretly admired how your eyes shined as you looked out the window excitedly looking out at the sky.

Before heading home, Toji bought you ice cream but once you two arrived home he couldn't care less about the ice cream. Like a caveman, Toji scooped you up into his arms while loosening his tie, heading to the bedroom.

"How about I make you a mother?"

"Toji, wait!"

Choso - You and Choso would have a lovely daughter together. Forget her looking like you, she’s a mini Choso just with your eye color.

Choso would purposely turn off your alarm on your phone so you would sleep in and give him time to prepare for your beautiful day. Choso would prepare a bath with roses and candles, breakfast in bed, and coffee. As he’s preparing, he also woke up your daughter, getting her dressed and fed.

By the time you woke up, your bedroom was covered in rose petals, a bouquet, and balloons on your bedside table. No sooner than later, your daughter and Choso walked through the door showering you with love and handing you your breakfast.

After breakfast, Choso gave you and your daughter matching outfits and took you two out to eat.

Choso would ride the carasoul with your daughter, giving quick glances as you recorded the pair. Choso on the other hand, just wants to get off this stupid ride already.

As the day went on, you three went to multiple stores, restaurants/cafés, and did special activities. For the last stop, Choso would take you two to the spot where he proposed to have a picnic together as you the sunset.

But... this Mother's Day wasn't the same.

Once a beautiful family of three, soon turned into a family of two.

@screampied

[sundrop-writes]

would you be willing to do a follow up to the teen wolf pregnancy hcs? something with the characters interacting with their kid - can be as a baby or older - just them being parents and adjusting to being young parents.

i love your writing 💗💗💗

Fyi, I was not even planning on working on requests tonight, but this caught my attention so much and gave me such a good idea that I had to do it. I decided to do it with the same characters from the first part, but if you want to see this prompt with other characters, then I would do the 'how they react to finding out that you're pregnant' part first with different characters

My requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN, but please read my Rules before sending in a request.

Part One - How would they react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

How would the pack act as parents?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: fem reader - uses she/her pronouns and has the ability to get pregnant (she is the one who gave birth to the baby, as in the previous part); Stiles's part is extremely self indulgent and something I have been thinking about since I wrote the last part so bear with me; mentions of breastfeeding, giving birth, teething, and other parenting/baby topics; the baby is a different age and has a different name in each section just for funsies; mention of Lydia and reader's baby having red hair - but I did this to drive home the baby's genetic relation to Lydia and I don't think it has to specify the reader's race (someone with darker skin can still have naturally red hair); Lydia calls the reader 'Mama'; mention of the reader being a werewolf in Derek's part because there is a weird continuity in these reactions (and I should write a full fic about Derek and this reader character cause I am slowly becoming addicted to their story, ngl); I believe that's finally it.

Stiles was panicking. He was officially the worst parent ever - everything his dad said was right. He wasn't ready for this, nobody should be a teen parent, he was a failure. God, his whole life was crumbling around him...

You were out of town because your sister was getting married. You had been incredibly hesitant to leave the baby - sweet, adorable, nine-month-old Lila Stilinski - but Stiles had insisted that you go on a weekend getaway to your sister's bachelorette party. You deserved it. You had spent nine whole months growing his baby and then you had given birth to her (a bloody, messy affair that made him faint - to nobody's surprise), and you had spent the last nine months nursing her and getting your degree from home after you had fought through your pregnancy taking double courses to graduate high school early. You were a gem, a beautiful, shining gem of a woman and a mother, and somehow - while you were off getting your much needed rest and having fun - Stiles had lost your baby.

His baby - his baby that he loved very, very much.

He had woken up that morning, late, having forgotten to set the alarm, and rushed around the apartment like a chicken with his head cut off rushing to get Lila ready for day care and himself ready for school, and he dropped her off as usual, with a smile and kiss on her big beautiful forehead. And when he went to pick her up that afternoon - she was gone. The day care worker couldn't give him any other news than the fact that she had been 'signed out already', and it left Stiles panicking, thinking about that cult that sacrifices babies every single day.

In his rush that morning, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so he couldn't get his dad on the line - and he was currently running at top, lung-crushing speed toward the police station, running past the deputy on duty at the front desk, who simply shrugged and buzzed him in when she saw his bright red face and his clear desperation.

"Dad, D-dad, you have to-!" He was going to ask his father to put out an amber alert, to call every single one of his deputies back to get them looking, but when his father turned around - that sweet girl with the bright purple bow in her hair was in his arms.

Then, Stiles shifted on a dime from panic to anger.

"Dad, what the hell?" He barked out, struggling to sound as pissed off as he was while still trying to catch his breath.

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged, kissing his granddaughter on the forehead before cooing brightly at her, smiling at her with all the brightness in the world, paying Stiles absolutely no mind.

"You took her out of day care without telling me first?" Stiles gaped, absolutely angered that his father had let him believe for even a moment that his girl was missing.

He knew it was a cruel irony - a blunt kind of karma. All the times he had come home late, all the nights he had snuck out believing that his dad was simply being too hard on him for giving him such an early curfew. Now, in a single crashing moment, he instantly understood why his father had worried so much - why he was so angry every single time Stiles was out of his sight, especially when there was danger around.

"Your phone was off." Noah shrugged, rocking Lila back and forth in his arms, giving her another kiss on the forehead as he began to hum the tune of a lullaby under his breath. "I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?"

It was the usual for him - any time he was within ten feet of her, she didn't have a moment in your arms or Stiles's. On the day she had been born, he had brought a giant gift basket to the hospital, grumbling under his breath about how he still thought it was 'irresponsible' of Stiles, but demanding to see 'his baby'.

He had burst into tears upon seeing Lila for the first time, and was deeply aggressive about who was allowed to visit and for how long. When she came home, he stood watch over her crib with his gun in hand for multiple days before he finally gave up and went to sleep (and according to you, he admitted quietly that he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital).

"My phone died." Stiles stressed. "You could have left a note for me at the school or something. You gave me a freakin' heart attack."

"Be more responsible and charge it next time." The Sheriff grinned at him.

"Just - don't kidnap my daughter again!" Stiles snapped. "She is my daughter-" He argued, taking a possessive, protective stance.

"Yeah, well I made you, so I have certain rights when it comes to this little sweet girl." His father said, trailing off into a cooing baby voice as he began fawning over Lila once again. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Besides, ever since the three of you moved out, I hardly get to see my babygirl anymore."

Stiles felt a twinge of guilt at this, but wanted to argue. The three of you needed your own space, and you had moved into an apartment that was less than twenty minutes away from his father's house. He still saw Lila at least once every single day of the week, unless he was busy working.

"Dad-"

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff."

"It is so kidnapping! It's kidnapping if I report you."

"Is it still considered an abortion if I terminate you now?" His father glared at him.

Stiles let out a huff.

Isaac was tired. He knew that being a parent was going to be tiring, but in the six months since baby Leon had been born, this was his first full night alone with his son. His son who was teething, crying incredibly loudly, and in pain because of his little teeth coming in. He wasn't nearly as upset about the fact that he hadn't slept as he was about the fact that his son was in pain and he could do little about it.

He had considered calling you a few times throughout the night when Leon was letting out particularly harrowing cries and Isaac was on the verge of tears himself (especially considering with his heightened werewolf senses, the pain of those cries seemed to pierce through him even more) - but he had agreed to take care of Leon by himself to get him out of the house that you and your mother shared because you had been studying for the SATs and you needed sleep the night before your big exam. So as much as it pained him, he endured alone and ended up crying with his son while he sucked on a frozen teething toy with tears still running down his chubby cheeks.

The sun had come up a while ago and Leon had just fallen asleep, his portable crib set up in the middle of the loft so that Isaac could watch over him - his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot red as he stood at the counter, chugging down a cup of black coffee, trying his hardest to stay away until after your exam was over so that you could take Leon and he could have a nap.

He was not at all pleased when the door creaked open, seeming like the loudest thing ever - alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment.

"Hey, man-" Boyd greeted him in a usual bright tone, and Isaac cut him off with an abrupt hush. He put a finger to his lips and then motioned to the crib, and Boyd peeked over, nodding once he saw the baby. "You're on Daddy duty again?"

"It's not like it's a hobby or something," Isaac told him tiredly in a hushed tone. "I am a father now." Even with the tense whispering and the tired droop of his shoulders, there was a certain sense of pride in the way he said this.

"Well you-"

Isaac shushed him again, as Boyd speaking in his usual tone was far too loud for Isaac's liking.

"You know, he's gonna have to get adjusted to noise sooner or later." Derek piped up from his place on the couch, where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep.

"Shh!" Isaac tried to hush Derek into silence, but he glared at Isaac and kept talking at his usual volume.

"Babies born into pack families are brought up co-sleeping, so they sleep through the noise of a dozen family members-"

Isaac crossed the room and put a hand against Derek's mouth, forcing him quiet this time.

"I don't care." Isaac insisted. "Nobody is going to wake up my son now that he is asleep."

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand.

Isaac backed off, and before Derek could speak up again, Leon woke with a high pitched wail.

"You guys have fun with that." Boyd said, taking this as his queue to leave.

Lydia was overjoyed. Telling her parents about everything had been nothing short of a confusing nightmare, and after a lot of convincing from Melissa and Noah and a lot of questions without a lot of answers, they had both still been sceptical right up until you had given birth.

The moment they had laid eyes on a sweet newborn baby girl with bright red hair - they were convinced that against all odds, you and Lydia had made a baby together.

That was an entire year ago - and now, Lydia was having the utter pleasure of planning her beautiful Luna Harmony Martin's first birthday party. She was so perfectly in her element - picking out decorations, designing an utterly epic and fabulous birthday cake (including a separate, smaller smash cake that only her daughter would get to touch, because it was only the best for Luna), planning entertainment - a professional princess performer and some magicians (no clowns - Luna didn't need those kind of memories implanted in her psyche this early on), and the best part: picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear.

Much like her mother, she was a fashion icon, and she would likely need multiple outfit changes for her party - not just with the fact that she would get covered in cake or her own spit-up, but because a proper birthday girl should always be photographed in more than one ensemble.

You weren't surprised when Lydia came home with two large armfuls of shopping bags. You wanted to protest, to tell her that a one-year-old didn't need that many clothes that she wasn't even going to wear, but you knew that Lydia's parents weren't going to take away her credit card anytime soon (and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse) and you also knew that this was one of her ways of showing your daughter love.

So when she came to sit on the cushy foam playmat with you and Luna, dropping the many shopping bags on the cough behind the two of you, you simply let it happen.

"Hello my sweet girl," Lydia said, greeting your daughter in a sweet voice as she kissed her chubby cheeks and pulled her into her lap. "And hello to you, Mama."

Mama. The nickname still made your stomach churn with heat - something that Lydia had gotten into calling you more lately after some rant about how Luna's 'speech centre' was 'rapidly developing' and she wanted to influence what the baby would call you.

You couldn't help but to grin as you kissed her too.

"I see you've been shopping." You said, motioning toward the bags.

"A bit." Lydia shrugged. "After I booked the carousel-"

"A carousel?" You questioned. "Lydia, she's a year old. She can't even ride carnival rides - she's not even going to remember any of this."

"It's for the photos. Obviously." Lydia sighed in return, rolling her eyes at you. "The theme of the party is Cotton Candy Princess, what kind of idiot would I be if I didn't include at least one classic carnival ride in my photos?"

"At this rate, she's gonna want a golden pony by the time she's five."

"Then she'll get one." Lydia cooed at Luna, kissing her cheeks again, smearing pink lipstick on her.

You couldn't help but to smile - you knew that this was Lydia's way of showing your daughter that to her, she was the most important little girl in the world.

Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you.

Since the moment he had found out that you were pregnant, Derek loved his son more than anything in the world. He loved you just as much, he had right from the moment he had slashed Peter's throat and then turned you where you were dying, bleeding out, and used his newfound Alpha powers to turn you in order to save your life. Because that was the moment he knew he would risk anything and everything in order to keep you alive.

He loved you very much, but he was still annoyed with you.

You were determined not to let Derek sleep with his son - a tradition as old as pack life itself, now being marred by you shoving articles in Derek's face about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous' and how the baby should have his own crib. A baby of only three months old should not be damned to isolation. It made Derek's heart ache just thinking about it. He was used to the comfort of your body - he was used to the sync of your heartbeat, the sound of his voice and Derek's constantly nearby. He shouldn't be off in the corner by himself. You had made Derek feel like some criminal, sneaking out of bed at one in the morning to pluck his son out of that damned crib in order to spend some time with him.

And now, Alexander was sleeping peacefully on his bare chest, skin to skin as nature intended, feeling the peace of his father's heartbeat as Derek dozed into a gentle sleep himself on the sofa himself. He was - until he heard the distinct squeak of the bed springs on your side, a distinct huff from you as you got out of bed.

"Derek," You sighed when you saw what he had done, crossing your arms over your chest - it was an entirely appealing sight; the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame. But it did make you worry - Alexander wasn't secured in any way - he could fall, he could roll off. Even though Derek was an incredibly capable, loving parent, even in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby.

It scared you.

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" He glared at you, deep betrayal in his voice. It was clear that the only thing keeping him from raising his voice further was the restraint not to yell so close to the baby's ear. "Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?"

You held back tears, hating how much the insinuation clearly pained Derek.

"Never." You told him, your own tears choking your throat. "Derek, I know that you would never hurt him intentionally. But-"

"Exactly." He replied, cutting you off. "And there is nothing that will harm him. I am not going to let it happen."

You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead in frustration.

Derek shook his head, sitting up, putting a hand against Alexander's diapered bum to support him - able to hold nearly the entirety of his tiny body with one hand.

"Didn't you notice that all of those articles you read are written by humans?" He pointed out. "This is something that my family has done for generations. Our senses are honed for stuff like this. The moment that a baby is born, we sleep differently. Haven't you noticed?"

You had noticed - you felt like you had been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark. You thought it was something your mother had warned you about, how you would never get a full night's rest again after having a baby. But it felt different. You did wake up rested, but you didn't dream anymore. You felt conscious nearly the entire time you were asleep - hyper aware of everything, your body responsive to every single coo, every little noise the baby made. You became hyper aware of the rhythm of his heartbeat while you slept, often using it as a white noise machine while you laid there.

"Yeah." You admitted - Derek gave you a subtle smug grin, and nodded.

"I'm not going to hurt him, not even by accident - because I can't." Derek told you firmly. "I will wake up the minute he cries, and I won't shift in my sleep. And this is healthy for us. Our heartbeats will sync up and this will help him sleep better. Please, just trust me on this."

Derek rarely pleaded with you about things, rather than outright telling you - so you knew that this mattered to him greatly.

"Yes. I trust you." You told him. "Come back to bed?" You posed. "All of us in the same bed."

He smiled, and leaned in to kiss you before he got up off the couch, bringing your son with him.

(When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces, and Derek - who was in the kitchen making breakfast with Alexander still pressed to one shoulder - claimed that he had no idea how it happened.)

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

[riddles-fiddles]

Heartslabyul boys with a pregnant S/O

Synopsis: I'm dealing with terrible baby ferver so I need to get this out of my system. Headcanons to how the boys react to your pregnancy all thorough the months. Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond Tags: SFW, fluff, domestic fluff Notes: AFAB gender neutral reader, cw pregnancy and birth

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⁀➷ Riddle Rosehearts – poor man hasn't had one single good night's rest ever since the pregnancy test came positive. Riddle is over the moon with the news, of course, but stressed just as much; he knows there's a lot going on with your body and a growing baby can seriously wear you off, so he's always checking up on you, and the doctor's appointments turned into a routine. He's worried and delighted all the same, making sure you're comfortable and your needs are always met. He's pampering you rotten and doesn't even mind your mood swings; he learned to be a lot more patient and permissive from them. Regarding weird pregnancy cravings - no, he won't allow you to eat screws with ketchup, but will provide you with a nutritious meal, mapping your weird requests and directing them in healthy and safe foods.

And though he looks stiff and on alert constantly, he immediately relaxes when he lays by your side, head resting on your chest while his arm gently hugs your belly in a protective way. It's also really cute to watch the way he gasps in surprise and his face go alight with sincere affection when the baby kicks, reacting to his words.

Riddle likes to plan beforehand, so he can avoid facing unpleasant surprises, knowing how to act and be dependable like the responsible father he is supposed to be. He hates to be reminded about his neglected childhood, about how his father would barely make appearances during important events of his life and the way his mother was a strict tyrant who only controled him his whole life. He wants to be better, someone much different from both his parental figures - he wants to be perfect, loving, someone who can make you feel safe and comfortable, taking everything to the smallest detail. So when you lift your eyes to face him, he feels a sense of dread as your features slowly changes from relaxed to one of horror. "Riddle... I think my water broke," those words freezes him on the spot, and he's more terrified than you. Shake his nerves off so he can drive you to the hospital, please, or else he's the one giving birth on the spot. Don't worry though, he'll not leave your side for one single moment once you reach the delivery room, massaging your hand and cooing softly against your ear to try and make the process less terrifying.

⁀➷ Trey Clover – he's a lot more busy ever since you gave the good news. Trey has been working a lot more at his parents bakery and even making side jobs to ensure your growing family's comfort; though mama and papa Clover have both been deeply delighted and eager to extend their help in whatever aspect you may need, Trey is determined to be a providing, responsible father. Of course, he will not stop you from working if you wish to, but will talk you in staying home by the last trimesters, and he looks so worried it's convincing enough. He always comes home late at night, exhausted and worn off, but you're always greeted with the sweetest smile of satisfaction and affection when he comes to lay by your side, wrapping you on his arms and planting loving kisses on your face as he's lulled by your voice talking about how was your day.

He's always sending you messages or calling you to know how you're doing between breaks, and always tries to accompany you during doctor's appointment. If for some reason - like being called to work - he can't be present, he'll ask his mother to go to the appointments with you, just to be sure. He hates that most times he will be too busy to do everything by your side, but will find comfort on the fact that everything will pay off at the end. He is a little disappointed to know that you won't be allowed to eat his sweets, but makes adaptations of your favourite desserts - no sugar with fresh and natural ingredients. Maybe they aren't as tasty as before, but somehow it still feels sweets and are enough to sate your cravings. And no matter how weird they are, Trey will be happy to indulge them, as long as you don't request for something dangerous.

Similar to Riddle, Trey is thinking ahead of time. He has reserved two bags with hospital essentials, one for the baby and one for you, just to be ready when time comes. And when you go into labour, he's quick to react and drive you safely to the hospital, staying by your side until everything calms down, cheering on you and providing comfort the whole time.

⁀➷ Cater Diamond – he was... surprised to know about your pregnancy. He wasn't actively looking forward to be a parent, but he quickly warmed to the idea just from looking at how happy you looked. Also, that meant cute baby pics and another excuse to pull you on his arms to take cheesy photos together. Cater keeps on the easy-going, confident demeanor around you to keep you at ease, but he's swirling with anxiety and doubts inside his mind; his idea regarding parenting isn't one of the best, being manipulated all his live by his sisters and even mother, not to mention that his father's absence for the sake of his own job took a toll on any practical exp he could have on the matter. But he still tries, and he tries hard; suddenly, his Magicam feed is flooding with maternity-dedicated influencers and he's diligent enough to write down the most useful and important tips.

He's also looking for fun, cute pregnancy trends to pull you into, something to take your minds off the scary aspects of it all. He tries to act all mysterious on his stories and new posts, giving out hints and it surprisingly explodes in likes and comments - everybody is on their toes for the day Cater finally announces the pregnancy, and when he makes it public, he's documenting everything, first bump, the ultrassounds, the development of the baby. Will send you memes about pregnancy and useful articles to read together. Also, you won't even need to voice out your needs, Cater's senses are heightened over the roof now and he's tending to them before you can even sigh. Need a hug? Already wrapping his arms around you. Want something hearty to eat? He's calling the best restaurant in town to deliver your comfort food.

Going to appointments with him is always fun; that's when he shows off his concerned side the more, questioning everything the doctor says, discussing articles he had previously read and asking about every little aspect to it. And when your due date comes, he's surprisingly quick to pack everything up like it was nothing, but don't expect him to drive you to the hospital. His arms and legs are melting the moment he sits down. While in labour, he will try his best to make his presence on the delivery room, letting you hold his hand and scream at his ears, but the moment he sees blood, he's fainting. Nope, can't take it at all, he 's just too anxious about it.

⁀➷ Ace Trappola – he's speechless about the news and it takes some time to finally dawn on him he's about to be a dad. Ace is a mix of curiosity, eagerness and reluctance; the aspect of raising a family of his own excites him, but is also scary. He's not particularly experienced with children and this is a whole new world for him, something he needs to learn from a blind spot - and damn, he struggles to keep an interest on pregnancy matters. Everything is too confusing or too hard for him, so he's quick to lose interest. Please, make things easy and fun for him so he can collect some good sense on his head. Ace seeks guidance from his father and older brother though, and at least they are a good influence on him; he learns about the delicate aspect of pregnancy and how he can help make things go less hard on you, so enjoy the next nine months - you'll see a new side of Ace, acting all gentlemanly and serious, at least most of the time.

Yes, he's still the mischievous, funny-loving Ace who will joke about something eventually, teasing you about how you can't bend down to get things on the floor, or how you're going nuts from craving weird ass foods, all the while fetching you anything you can't reach or cooking you a nice meal. He's got a reputation to uphold, you know? So don't you dare tell Deuce or Cater how much of a pleasing puppy he has become just to see you all happy and comfy! He'll never ever admit it, much less oblige to your requests in public, but the minute you have stepped foot inside... one "Ace" is all it takes and he's right by your side in one breath, no matter how far from you he is.

By your due date, Ace is a wrecking mess of nerves. He's lost, though he can't keep still; he runs around the house to fetch everything you might need, but he's always going around, just to make sure nothing is left behind. In front of the nurses, he acts all smug and cool, trying to hide how anxious he actually is as you're directed to the delivery room, but his hands betray him, trembling and sweating. If you want him on the room so you can hold his hands, please don't point out how teary eyed he is. ⁀➷ Deuce Spade – HAPPIEST BOY EVER!!!!!! Deuce lifts you off your feet and twirls you around, peppering your face with kisses the moment you reveal your pregnancy. Deuce is too embarrased to admit it, but truth is that he dreams about the day you two can grow a family together ever since your relationship got serious, and now that his dream has come true he can't contain his happiness! "MAMA! MAMA, I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" Deuce is tearing up at the phone as he shares the wonderful news with his mother, and you can hear mama Spade squealing from the other side. Honestly, it's hard to pick out who's the more excited - you, Deuce, or mama Spade. As soon as she hears about the news, she's coming over with a basket of gifts - food, knitted baby socks and even some cream and beauty products she used on her pregnancy, congratulating you and Deuce on a big, tight hug. She's so proud of her babies and is gleamming from the prospect of finally being a grandmother - she can't wait to spoil your child rotten enjoy the glee of raising a child all over again, but only with the fun parts, of course. Mama Spade spends a lot of time around you two, teaching the basics and soothing your nerves. All the while, Deuce is clingier than ever, attentive and much more responsible; ever since the announcement of your pregnancy, he looks more regulated, calm and relaxed, or at least he is when it doesn't affect you.

He did threaten to throw hands with some guys staring at you while walking on the square, and also started a ruckus when you two were left on a waiting line on the supermarket for more than twenty minutes, but besides that... you have never seen him so chill. Just like Ace, Deuce is a pleasing puppy; you just need to mumble his name and he'll be right by your side, ready to get you anything. He rubs your shoulder, feet, hands, everything to make you feel less sore, giving you pillows to lean against and warm blankets, and reserves bigger, fresher portions of food for you. He's the kind of guy to wake up at 3 a.m. to drive you to mcdonals with a smile on his face or just comfort you from a nightmare. When you tell him you're going into labour, Deuce hurries up to the hospital, shouting at everyone to take you as priority, and that's when his delinquent boy spirit shines, scaring all the nurses to take you to the delivery room above all the other patients. He's over the moon as you grip onto his hand like your life depends on it, cheering you through your pushes and groans, and whispering how proud he is of you, and you can be sure he'll be balling his eyes out once he gets to hold the baby.

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 07 Yeosang — degradation // panties

➥ dom!Yeosang × brat!Reader summary: Yeosang hates it when his girlfriend talks back so he decides to shut her up so he can use her without her running her mouth like the little brat she is. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Yeosang, bratty!Reader, degradation (use of slut, whore, dirty/naughty girl, bitch, etc), Yeosang goes feral when the reader wears his favorite lingerie, use of panties as a gag, fingering, protected sex (reader is on birth control), a couple spanks, some hair pulling, Yeosang goes hard and rough but the aftercare is incredible and the post nut snuggles are 👌🏻 Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: i didnt mess up this time and remembered to finish editing the whole thing! Lmao anyway I almost made this a dom!Reader but I suck at writing those because I've never dommed in my life lmao plus, the idea of being a brat to Yeosang and having him shove my panties in my mouth to shut me up is top tier in my honest opinion. But don't worry, there will be more dom!Reader content later this month! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Yeosang sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

‘I love my girlfriend. I love my girlfriend,’ he told himself repeatedly in his head.

And it was true. He really did love you. You were one of the few people in the world that truly understood him.

It was rare for him to find someone who understood his humor, or could relate to him on a deeper level than whether or not they like pancakes or waffles more.

He’d never met someone he wanted to spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything until he met you.

He’d have to send Wooyoung another thank you card for bringing you to him.

Your existence was truly a blessing to Yeosang, but sometimes it was a curse.

Particularly when you were being a brat. Like right now.

God, when you acted like a brat, it drove Yeosang up the wall but he wasn’t above putting you in your place.

“Please, Y/N,” Yeosang tried again, attempting to be reasonable and not snap.

“Today is not the day to get on my bad side.”

He could see the way you tried to hide a smirk. ‘Goddamn it.’

“Oh really? And why is that?” you asked, sitting up on the bed in your shared bedroom.

Yeosang curled his fingers into his palms, balling his hands into fists.

You were really testing his patience today and he was over it.

“Y/N, honey, please. Just do this for me and don’t question me,” he asked, pleading with you to listen.

“Oh, breaking out the pet names now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really think that’s gonna sway me?”

‘Oh, that’s it.’

Yeosang moved in an instant, pushing you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and hovering over you.

“I asked you nicely three times. You know what happens when you don’t listen?”

You tried to push him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to pull free but he wasn’t going to give in easily.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he growled, sitting back and shifting as he pulled you up, dragging you over his lap until your ass was in front of him.

“Yeos-AAH!” You cried out as his hand made contact with your ass, the sound ringing out.

“Count,” he ordered. You looked over your shoulder at him. “No,” you replied defiantly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed and he landed another smack on your ass.

You cried out again, skin tingling from the pain. “Stop it!” You tried wriggling in his grasp but Yeosang held you still. “If you won’t hold still, I’ll tie you down!” He growled. “I’d like to see you try!” You hissed.

Yeosang threw you back onto the bed, getting up and moving to the dresser that stood against the wall. He pulled out something long and red and before you had a chance to get away, he had both your wrists bound together with the red satin rope and was using the tail to tie you to the footboard.

“Let me go, Yeosang!” You said, pulling on the rope and trying to yank it free but knowing your boyfriend, he tied the knot too well for it to just come loose.

You looked up at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. His hair was tussled, strands falling into his face. He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing the stray strands away.

“Now you should calm down,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

“Like hell I will!” You growled at him. You felt another sharp smack to your bottom, making you moan this time. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he said, moving to kneel behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to look over your shoulder at him. You felt his hands on your hips, smoothing over your shorts.

“Did you know you’re soaked through your shorts?” Yeosang asked, eyeing the wet patch where your crotch was. “No I didn’t,” you protested.

“Then did you piss yourself?” He demanded. “No!”

Yeosang returned his gaze to your clothed pussy.

“Then let’s have a look,” he said, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, exposing your obviously wet pussy to him.

“Yeosang!” You said indignantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now?” He asked, inspecting you, bringing a finger to your clit and swiping over it, collecting some of your arousal.

Your body jolted at the sensation and you dropped your head, letting out a whimper.

You heard Yeosang chuckle from behind you. Your head snapped back up. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You are,” he said, smoothing his hand over your ass, admiring the marks from spanking you just moments ago.

“How am I funny?” You demanded, still trying to glance back at Yeosang.

You felt him get off the bed and tried twisting to see where he went.

Suddenly you felt his hand close around one of your ankles and tug, forcing you to fall onto the mattress and a yelp to erupt past your lips. With you stretched out, he removed your shorts and panties fully.

“You could have asked for my help!” you whined, rolling onto your side to look at him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding your panties in his hand, staring at them intently. His head turned slowly to gaze at you, making you feel smaller and like prey caught in a trap and a predator happened upon you.

“So you thought you’d just wear these and I wouldn’t find out?” Yeosang asked, his voice low as he walked around to the footboard of the bed. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your words failing you.

In his hand was a pair of black mesh panties. They were part of a set that Yeosang had claimed was his favorite one and one you knew he loved to see you wear. The back was made up of a complex mess of straps while the front was the mesh material. The matching bra, which you were indeed wearing, was the same black mesh with straps made from a soft black elastic,

Yeosang grabbed your shirt by the hem and pulled it over your head, letting it fall onto your arms.

“You were prepared,” he said admiring the black mesh and the way it looked against your skin.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. My comfy set is in the wash,” you answered. It was the truth. Your comfiest set of underwear was in the wash and this was the next most comfortable.

“Sounds like a lie,” he said, walking back around to the side of the bed and climbing on behind you.

“It’s the truth!” You whined as he grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your stomach before he pulled you up onto your knees, keeping your chest pressed against the mattress.

Yeosang scoffed, not buying your explanation. “Uh-huh. Sure it is, slut,” he said. You opened your mouth to talk back but gasped when you felt him pull your ass back against him, grinding his hard erection into you.

He leaned over, a smirk on his face. “What, no witty comeback?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaning closer to your ear. “Color?”

That was something you loved about Yeosang. No matter what role he slipped into, he made sure to check with you that you were okay. You’d both decided to use the color system in addition to a safeword. When he wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, he’d ask you for a color. Green for good, yellow for change, and red for stop.

“Green,” you whispered, trying to hide your smile as he pulled himself upright.

“God,” he said, looking down where your wet heat had rubbed against his pants, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You’re so wet that you could soak my pants,” he said, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“I bet you’re so wet you could take my cock right now without any prep,” he added, moving his hands to your ass and spreading you so he could see your cunt unobstructed. “Wanna test it?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, voice shaking. His hands were so close to where you wanted them yet so far from giving you any sort of friction.

“I wouldn’t?” Yeosang asked, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent shapes behind.

“You don’t have it in you,” you said, your words hitting him unprepared. “You’re so whipped for this pussy.”

Without a word, Yeosang shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp.

“You mean this pussy?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly, making you whimper. “The one I’m going to fuck until I’ve pumped it full of my cum? The one that only I get to fuck? That pussy?”

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers. “The-ng- the only way you’re getting it is by tying me down, Yeosang,” you replied, your hands balling into fists as Yeosang slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he retorted. “You’re being such a damn brat.”

You let a giggle slip out as you pushed back into his hand and just as quickly as he filled your cunt with his fingers, he left it empty, making you whine.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he said, leaning over your back as he brought his fingers to your mouth. “Open.”

You turned your head, refusing to obey him. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he growled, grabbing your chin with the other hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

He held your chin in place as you reluctantly parted your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making you taste yourself. “Clean them,” he barked. Rather than make a fuss as his fingers were already in your mouth, you obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking your arousal off them.

Yeosang released your chin, pleased with your compliance but he knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with you.

You, who liked to push his buttons. You, who liked to talk back and make things much more difficult than they needed to be. You were defiant in every way and tonight, Yeosang would finally put you in your place. If that was with a rough fucking, then so be it.

You opened your mouth, tilting your head back to show him that you could listen. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “See?” You said, eyes shutting, quite pleased with yourself. “I can listen when I want to,” you added.

“So it would seem,” Yeosang said softly, his fingers keeping your mouth open as he looked inside it.

Without warning, he shoved something into your mouth, causing you to cry out in shock and your eyes to open.

“Don’t you dare push that out,” he growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The ferocity in his voice made your legs quiver, sending chills up your spine. He’d never been so rough before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

Yeosang waited for you to nod before his expression softened. “Green?” He asked softly. You nodded again and he let go of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said in that same tone from before.

You heard the sound of his belt and a zipper being pulled before a slight rustle of cloth. Assuming he pushed his pants down, you waited for him to enter you, bracing yourself as you felt the tip of his cock rub against you ever so slightly but made no move to push into you.

After a couple moments, you opened your mouth to ask what the hold up was but found yourself unable to speak as Yeosang suddenly rammed into you, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Oh that’s new,” Yeosang said with a chuckle. “I’ve never made you scream before.”

“Mmhhmm,” you moaned, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“Have I rendered you speechless in one thrust?” He asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Where’s that attitude now?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, even with the gag, before he started a punishing pace, his hips hitting your ass with each hard thrust. “I knew you’d take my cock easily,” he said, his breathing shaky as he continued to pound into you.

“Such a receptive little slut,” he purred, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling back, arching your back and making you moan again as his hips continued their assault. “Still green, baby?” He whispered near your ear, loosening his grip on your hair so you could nod quickly. “Good girl,” he said, a rare praise that made your heart swell and sent butterflies to your stomach.

His grip tightened and he pulled back again.

Moans left your mouth, muffled by your gag, with each hard thrust he gave you. His cock hit deeper than he’d ever hit before, making you see stars in your vision. You could feel something running down the inside of your thighs and assumed it was your own arousal. “F-fuuuck,” Yeosang groaned from behind you.

“You take my cock so well. Such a greedy little cunt you have,” he added, punctuating his sentence with a harsh thrust. He looked down where your bodies connected and was surprised to see how you’d gotten even wetter as he fucked you.

“Looks like you’re making a mess. You’re so fucking filthy,” he scoffed. “What a dumb, dirty little whore. You like being used like this?” He asked, leaning forward and pulling your head back to look up at him.

You were an absolute vision. Black panties shoved into your mouth, cheeks red and eyes glossed over. “Shit, look at you,” Yeosang said, a smirk forming on his face. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up and letting me use this tight little hole, you just love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, even if you didn’t have your panties in your mouth.

Yeosang's hips slowed to a stop, making you ask what he was doing, albeit in a very muffled voice.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed back against him, urging him to move. You felt his hand make contact with your ass cheek, your body reacting and a moan sounding from your throat.

“Are you that needy you have to fuck yourself on my cock? Can’t wait for me?”

You shook your head, knowing if he thought you didn’t need him to move, he’d make you do all the work.

Yeosang let out a growl, resuming the same unrelenting pace from before.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to play,” he panted.

His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, making more muffled moans slip past your gag. You dug your fingers into the sheets, trying to ground yourself against his force.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just sit there and take what I give you, stupid slut,” he growled.

Your head dropped, forehead resting against your forearms, eyes shutting as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, the head hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t going to last if he kept going like this.

“You falling asleep?” He asked, the dominant tone in his voice gone. It was replaced by pure concern.

You lifted your head, shaking it and putting his worry at ease.

“Green?” He asked, confirming you were still good. You nodded again.

“Good, I’m close. Are you close?” He whispered. You nodded with a moan, your walls squeezing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Yeosang reached around your stomach, darting between your thighs and finding your clit and drawing circles in time with his thrusts. You let out a cry, body tensing as your climax started to wash over you. “That’s it, come for me,” Yeosang whispered, his lips inches from your ear. “Good girl. You did so well.”

The soft tone of his voice as he coaxed you through your orgasm had your mind reeling, thighs squeezing together as the aftershocks of your high rolled over you.

The constant convulsing of your cunt around his cock pushed Yeosang over the edge and he came inside you, filling your heat with his load as he continued to thrust erratically, fucking his cum further into you as a small amount spilled out of your used hole, rolling down your thighs and dripping onto the bed below.

“Fuck!” Yeosang growled, his hips finally stilling and his cock buried deep inside your already full cunt.

He pulled his hand away from your swollen and sensitive clit, pulling your panties from your mouth and tossing them somewhere in the room. He’d worry about them later.

“Talk to me baby,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, body shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but your thighs were numb and shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you muttered. Yeosang pulled out of you, wincing as more of his cum spilled out of you. He was gonna have to wash the sheets tonight.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, pulling his pants up and zipping them up. He moved around the bed to untie you from the footboard. He worked quickly, untying your wrists and pulling the rope from them, letting it fall to the floor. Another thing he’d worry about later.

He carefully laid you down on your side, hands moving to massage your thighs. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water running and a moment later, he reappeared, stripping himself of his clothes and pulling on clean ones.

He returned to your side, taking your wrists gently in his hands and rubbing the marks from the ropes.

“Was it too tight?” He asked, looking into your face. You shook your head. “No. Was perfect. Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang cupped your cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Stay awake, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet.”

“But ‘m so sleepy,” you whined. Yeosang chuckled, the hand on your cheek moving to comb through your hair. “I know sweetheart, but I can’t let you sleep until after I care for you. Can you walk?”

You shook your head again. “Legs don’t work.”

Yeosang stood up, scooting you towards the edge of the bed before lifting you carefully and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on your feet, keeping you upright as the blood started to work its way back into your legs. He helped you lift your leg and lowered you into the hot bath water before turning it off.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and disappearing through the door.

You inspected your wrists, the red marks from the rope starting to dissipate. You stretched your legs, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Yeosang returned after a few minutes, during which you were able to get your legs working. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, setting a fresh towel and clean clothes on the closed lid of the toilet.

“‘M okay, Yeo,” you affirmed, smiling at your boyfriend. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“You want to stay in there a little longer or get out?” He asked, nodding at the tub. “I could stay a little longer,” you answered. Yeosang moved to sit on the side of the tub, grabbing your favorite bath sponge. “Then lean forward for me a little bit?” He asked, smiling when you obliged him without fuss.

He carefully scrubbed and massaged your back, fingers working over your shoulders as well. Watching your reaction, Yeosang dragged the mesh sponge down your chest, past your stomach and between your legs. Your lips parted in a sigh as he worked the sponge against your skin soothingly, scrubbing off any remnants of his and your cum. He left no spot untouched and kept going until the water started to cool down.

Once you were clean, he pulled the plug and helped you stand, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you. It wasn��t the first time Yeosang had helped dry your body and it wouldn’t be the last.

After he was certain you were sufficiently dry, he helped you dress, allowing you to hold his shoulder to keep balance as he held your underwear for you to step into, pulling it up and doing the same for your shorts. Your shirt was the easy part,

He led you back into the bedroom and you saw he’d pulled the sheets and put fresh ones on. He sat you down and sat next to you, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table where a plate of fruit sat as well.

You looked at him as he twisted the cap off the bottle of water.

“You always take such good care of me,” you muttered as he handed you the water, grabbing the plate of fruit and snacking on a grape.

“Well,” he said, swallowing his bite. “I may call you mean things during sex,” he explained.

“But you’re still my baby girl,” he added in a much quieter voice. “I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t pamper you after what I just put your body through.”

You smiled again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Yeo,” you whispered.

The two of you finished off the fruit and water before climbing into bed. Yeosang reached over to turn off the lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Yay,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “What?” He asked.

“This is my favorite part,” you replied. “What is? Sleeping?” Yeosang asked with a laugh.

“No,” you answered. “The snuggles.” Yeosang smiled at you in the darkness, kissing your hair.

“Ahh, the snuggles,” he repeated, you nodding in response.

“Yeah, post nut snuggles are the best.”

[fandxmslxt69]

CLEM'S BIRTHDAY HANG OUT!!

Hello friends!

As March comes to an end (my birth month wooo) I thought it would be a fun idea to have a little hang out during the last week! So from March 25 - 31 we are PARTYING !

Sort of!

My askbox is open to all sorts of silly dilly fun time! This is my first little hang out so PLEASE BE KIND TO ME i'm just a silly girl who wants to make friends and have some fun! I'm also hoping this might get me back into writing!

Yes, the poster is all Loki NO HE'S NOT THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION!! Here's a little info I guess (I am just winging this as we speak, it is not very thought out):

Rules & Info

The event will run from 03/25 to 03/31 - you can send in as many asks and hang out as much as you would like!!! No I will not kill you if you drop a hello in my askbox start of April - to be honest, I love friends so I won't ever turn anyone away

You can stop by my askbox to say hi, share some thoughts (or thots...) tell me anything, or play a game! (will talk about that in a bit)

Anyyyyoneeee is welcome I don't care if we aren't mutuals or we don't even talk, STOP BY AND SAY HI :D If you are rude or disrespectful in any way, I will kick your butt and break your nose.

This is a positive, fun zone. I just want to have my fun and mind my business, please don't be trying to cause problems. I'm a relatively small blog so thankfully no one really looks my way but I've had some bumps in the past.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS AND IM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE FROM NERVES SO BE PATIENT WITH ME OKAY

Games:

Fuck, marry, kill - send me any three characters that you want me to decide a fate for....oh my god please don't make me kill anyone I love dearly....

Blurbs!! - send me a little prompt/kink/thought & a character and I will try SOOOOO HARD to put out a little itty bitty something of writing! Like 500 words or so!! Can be fluffy or smutty. Angst is not allowed unless its just a LITTLE sad and with lots of fluffy stuff after

Character Association - tell me about yourself and let me give you a character. This is literally my favourite game ever, and I swear I'm super good at it

Book Recs - tell me your reading vibes/popular tropes you like and I will give you FIVE (not one, not two, but FIVE!!!) book recs because I like talking about books. If you show up talking about non fiction, then sorry but I am not your gal at all.

Chat - Come talk!! Come chat!! Come say hi and giggle with me about anything!! Come be crazy with me over narratives and themes and character arcs!!! Tell me about school or your day, your OCs, latest WIPs or anything currently on your mind!

Okay that's all I could come up with but literally any and all games are free game. I am keeping this as chill and lowkey as possible.

Characters/Fandoms:

You guys already KNOW my vibes and what I'm around and what I'm not, so feel free to send anything! I float around Marvel/DC (just send in any character and if I don't vibe with it I'll just let you know or leave it unanswered), I think it's obviously I'm Oscar Isaac obsessed....um. Pretty much anything. It's free game and I'll put my foot down if I'm down okay with something or don't want to answer :D

I'm..about to tag some friends...if that's okay...

@divine-knight-hand @romanarose @sarahscribbles @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @sailorholly @in-som-niyah @fictive-sl0th @mischief2sarawr @saturn-rings-writes @superficialdomina @planetwaynez...and I can't remember anyone else now I'm sorry LMAO

KISSES EVERYONE <3

Clem

PS: If you're worried whether I'm comfy or not or familiar with a character or not, just send it in anyway and we'll figure it out from there!

[wolfiafuntime]

SAGAU Reverse Isekai W/ 'Zhongli'

Okay, so I came up with this idea months ago, and I plan to finish it but I have no inspiration right now. I'll make a part 2... Eventually...

Ft. Zhongli and 'Zhongli'

Tw. AFAB Reader (but pronouns aren't mentioned); Ends on an angsty cliffhanger that I remember made me cry

Published: December 31, 2023

Words: 1,044

Pages: 2.9

 Okay, I don't know why, but I just had this idea where an AFAB reader/you gets isekai'd into genshin while pregnant, and in a matter of a couple months to a few years, you fall in love with and marry Zhongli. And like, maybe Zhongli revealed himself to secretly have been Rex Lapis/Morax, but I have this other idea where only the vessels of the Creator know. It doesn't really matter, this is only backstory to the main idea.

 Anyways, you give birth to a healthy baby boy (also don't know why but it specifically has to be a boy), who grows up to be just like his step-dad Zhongli (who you had an army of kids with). And, for some reason, he disappeared, and it's soon discovered that he was sucked back into your original(?) world. You instantly want to go after him, but Zhongli stops you, worried that you going back to a world where you were powerless will make you powerless again, and you won't be able to come back.

 And so you two decide to build robots in your stead. One for you and one for him. You, obviously, go to the original Raiden Ei for help (reluctantly if it's Imposter AU), and she gives you all these tips and tricks. And, with some of Albedo's help, you replicate a controller and monitor so you and Zhongli can puppet your robots. But in the event that the connection cuts, you go to Sangonomiya Kokomi and ask her to make a pair of manuals that will eventually be turned into the robot's AIs. Manuals specifically made to not only replicate your and Zhongli's personalities, but also act as everyday people in your homeworld. She does. And with Raiden's (and maybe Albedo, Kaveh, and Dottore's) help, you put it into the robots. Then you dress the bots in inconspicuous clothing and send them off.

 Also, in the background, you figured out how to make a portal back to your world with Albedo, Dottore, and some other's help.

 Anyways, just as Zhongli worried, the connection to the robots is immediately severed. And while the real you and Zhongli are left to worry, the robotic you and Zhongli interlock their arms, and start their journey. These are our main characters.

 And they- you-- are very adorable. You talk to each other quietly, with you in wonder of the tech and food native to this world- even though you're both too busy to eat the food. And Zhongli's got this loving look on his face, and he wishes he could spend this new experience staring at your beautiful face. But he's made a contract with his real self to find his lost son, and he must complete it. For now, he can only chime in with his own wonder of the world. Of the cars, motorcycles, shopping centres, cafes, and fast-food places.

 It takes a while to do find the son, with just over two weeks passing by. Over two weeks of endless searching, through day and night and wind and rain. But eventually, you find him, and the boy is ecstatic to see his parents. It's a bit heart-pinching to see someone shout for you and have them run up to you and wrap you in a tight, love-filled hug. Kinda makes you want your own kid- a kid not belonging to another version of you- that does that. And you feel a bit guilty as you and Zhongli have to lie to him and pretend that you are his parents.

 Then your group starts the journey back to where you first appeared in this world. Where the real you has been opening a portal for an hour every sunrise and sunset. This also takes a bit of time, with breaks to get frankly delicious meals that Zhongli convinces people to pay for. And a break for a cheap, one-bed motel room that Zhongli also talks his way into acquiring. It's there that you and Zhongli break the news to the boy. Of course, the boy is shocked and mildly heartbroken, but understands. The both of you give him the bed for the night, and opt to cuddle as he sleeps.

 Zhongli, before you can even bend, picks you up and sits on the floor, his back resting against the room's walls. You can't help but snuggle into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist. And you look up into his eyes, amazed by his beauty, and he looks down into yours, amazed by your beauty. And the two of you get lost in one another's eyes, loving every moment of it, and only ever breaking apart to press silent kisses on one another's lips. You two stay like that the entire night, entirely lost in love and never wanting to come out of it.

 The next day is just a copy and paste of the first. You continue back to the portal, with breaks to get frankly delicious meals that Zhongli convinces people to pay for. And a break for a cheap, one-bed motel room that Zhongli also talks his way into acquiring. But the night is different from yesterday's night, as when the boy goes to bed, you both silently realize that when the boy returns home, your only task will be completed. There will be no reason for either of you to keep existing, and while Their Grace and His Lord are merciful, you know the people of Teyvat hate those with the Creator's face. The two of you know that your Creators will be kind in giving you quick deaths, but neither of you can stand the other dying.

 Still, the both of you were made for a purpose. To find the lost Prince of Teyvat and return him to his parents. So you both continue with the journey. Never uttering anything on the topic, and only acknowledging it when the boy is sleeping. And even then, the most the two of you do is look into one another's eyes tearfully, exchanging sad, sloppy, kisses…

...Yeah, sorry for ending it like this.

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[amhrosina]

MCU Men Raising Kids With You (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt.5)

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A/N: This is the 5th and final part of this mini-series. I have loved writing these and even got some ideas for more headcanons! If you have any headcanons/characters in mind, send me a message! I hope you enjoy!

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Frank Castle:

A year after you have Lucy, you find out you’re pregnant again. 

Frank is over the moon when you find out it’s another girl. 

Frank as a girl dad oh my GOD the thought of it makes me cry 

You give birth to Lila Castle a few months before Lucy turns two. Frank cries just as hard the second time around. 

You eventually end up buying a house a little outside of the city, just far enough for the schools to be better, but not so far that you can’t get there on a short train ride.  

On Lucy’s first day of school, you and Frank put on a brave face for the drop-off, but as soon as you get back to the car, you’re both holding each other and crying on the other’s shoulder. They just grow up so darn fast. 

The next year, when Lila’s first day comes around, you’re both expecting it to be a little easier. You’re both wrong. 

Lila has always been the more independent one out of your two kids, so when you go to walk her to her classroom, she slips her hand out of yours and walks towards her teacher without any prompting from you. She doesn’t even look back, just waves her hand and walks into the classroom. 

You don’t even make it to the car before you’re ugly crying into Frank’s chest. 

Lucy is more like you – affectionate, giving, and quiet. Her favorite movie is Soul, and her favorite thing to do, besides reading of course, is watch her dad play guitar.  

Lila is like her dad – stoic, charming, and never afraid to speak her mind. She’s sassy, but she’s still young enough for it to be cute. Frank swears up and down she gets that from you, but you’ve heard Frank in tough situations before, and Lila’s attitude is all Frank. 

When the girls are old enough, Frank tells them about Lisa and Frank Jr. They ask a lot of questions, even random ones like “What were their favorite colors?” but end up cuddling their dad for hours after.  

When Frank comes to bed, he’s sentimental and a little teary-eyed still. You hold him and kiss him throughout the night. 

When the girls get a little older, you and Frank have to ride the wave of living with two pre-teen girls under one roof. 

Frank spends entirely too long trying to reason with them when they’re fighting with each other, but eventually just huffs and cuddles up next to you. 

“I think you’re the only person in this house that likes me right now.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

When Lucy has her first date, Frank is wound up like you’ve never seen before. 

“Frank, she’s 16. She’s allowed to go to the movies with a boy. Don’t worry about it, okay? If he gets handsy, she knows where to aim her fist. We have to give her a little freedom.” 

Frank spends the entire time she’s gone pacing around the house, flicking on light switches and then flicking them off again. You watch him watch the clock as it ticks closer to Lucy’s curfew. 

When she gets home, the tears in her eyes have both you and Frank very concerned. 

When she reveals the boy got mad at her for not wanting to kiss him, Frank looks capable of murder. Frank’s Punisher days are long behind him, but in that moment, you swear you see a sliver of the Frank you had met all those years ago. 

You’re the one that talks him off the ledge after Lucy goes to bed.  

“Frank, we cannot murder a teenager. That’s a line we’re not crossing.” 

You’re half joking, because obviously you and Frank will not be murdering anyone, but the look in Frank’s eyes is a little too familiar from the wild nights you shared in Hell’s Kitchen. 

“We? Who’s we?” 

“You really think I’d let you go after the boy that made our daughter cry by yourself? Hell no. I’m the first in line. Now, go to bed you angry beautiful man. We’ll deal with this in the morning.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Lucy and Lila end up becoming best friends once they reach their junior and senior years in high school. You think it’s because Lila’s going to miss Lucy when she goes off to college next year, but Frank says it’s because they know how important family is. You decide you’re both probably right. 

Matt Murdock:

Matty loves being a dad sOoOoOoOo much. 

He always finds ways of working them into his conversations, even if it’s with potential clients or the guy working the hot dog stand on the corner.  

He bets you $50 that Elias will be the first one to walk, but Rosalie puts his $50 to shame when she gets up and wobbles over to meet him after he gets home from work. 

Matt literally melts into the floor, like he is so proud of her. Elias soon follows, and then your lives get harder because two mini humans just got a lot more mobile.  

The twins have Matt’s stubbornness, but your tranquility. They will refuse to eat anything that remotely resembles a vegetable, but they won’t throw fits about it. They’ll just sit there, arms crossed, and lips pressed together, shaking their heads. 

Elias’ first word is “Foggy”, and Foggy hasn’t shut up about it since it happened. 

When Rosalie shows an interest in martial arts, Matt is overjoyed. He takes her to every single practice and even coaches her on the weekends.  

Elias has the athleticism of his father, so he eventually ends up in both soccer and baseball. Matt makes sure he’s at every practice, even forcing a client to meet him on the soccer field one time. Call this man Mr. Soccer Mom. He’s got a hat and everything. 

When Rosalie lets her curiosity get the best of her and she stumbles upon Matt’s Daredevil costume, Matt has to have a very long and difficult conversation with the twins. 

Matt doesn’t patrol all that much anymore, but he’s Matt, so of course he manages to find himself in the middle of trouble all the time. 

He hasn’t come home battered or bloody in ages, but you still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and find him perched on the edge of the bed, listening. 

“Matty, is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart, ‘m fine. It’s not so much the sirens anymore. Sometimes I just listen to the twins breathing to make sure they’re safe.” 

You know hearing the rhythmic sound of his family’s heartbeats puts the devil inside Matt at bay, so you coax him back into bed and pull his head to your chest. 

We all know Matt is a certified soft!boy, but when it comes to his kids, he’s straight up mush. 

Rosalie brings her “What I Want to be When I Grow Up” project home and when Matt sees that her answer is lawyer, because she wants to help people like her dad, he’s reduced to tears. 

Foggy showing up to Elias’ games with a giant cardboard cutout of Elias’ head. 

The twins are inseparable throughout high school, but they do have their own groups of friends, which you’re eternally grateful for. 

Matt loves it when they bring their friends over because he wants the twins to have the “cool dad” of the friend group. 

Rosalie ends up being her class Valedictorian, and she gives her graduation speech on overcoming adversity. She recounts stories about her dad, the blind lawyer who did everything people said he couldn’t, and Matt is, I kid you not, crying so hard behind those red glasses that you have to keep handing him new tissues every 30 seconds. 

Foggy is a blubbering mess throughout the entire ceremony. 

On your last night before the twins head off to different colleges, you host a big family dinner (Foggy & Karen included). Matt spends the evening clutching your hand like it’s a lifeline. 

You all end up falling asleep on the couches in the living room watching a movie and cuddled together as a family.

Billy Russo:

Billy never really had any parental figures in his life, so becoming a parent to Theo is something he really wants to get right. 

Billy’s main focus shifts from work to his family, and he continues to follow through on the promise he made you when you were pregnant with Theo. 

He always puts his family first, above everything else in his life, but you assure him that he’s allowed to be passionate about his work too. 

Theo is about the sweetest toddler you’ve ever seen, constantly looking for affection from both you and Billy. 

He’ll latch onto Billy’s leg as soon as Billy gets home from work and crawl into your lap anytime you sit down for longer than 30 seconds. 

Theo loves going to work with Billy, and one time you even see Theo mimicking Billy running his hands through his hair in frustration over a work invoice. 

Theo might have Billy’s personality, but he looks like your little mini-me. 

Billy and you spend your 5-year wedding anniversary with Theo at Disney World. 

Billy looks adorable in the Mickey Mouse ears. 

You and Billy both decide that your family of three is perfect, so you don’t try to have any more kids, but that doesn’t stop Billy from worshipping you every night after Theo goes to bed. 

He thanks you all the time for giving him a second chance to be a father to Theo and husband to you. 

When Theo starts fifth grade, he tells you he wants to try football. 

Billy is so enthusiastic about it that it becomes a tradition for him and Theo to get up early on Saturday and practice for a couple hours. 

Theo is good at football, but his real talent lies in his art. Throughout middle school, you watch his skills go above and beyond what any 12-year-old should be capable of. 

Your favorite drawing of his ends up being a sketch of you and Billy sitting on the roof of your building, watching the sunrise. Your head is resting on Billy’s shoulder, and Billy’s head is resting on top of yours. A blanket is wrapped around both of you. You didn’t even know Theo was awake and sketching the scene until you turn around to leave and very nearly fall on your ass out of terror. 

The drawing is framed and hanging in your foyer. 

Theo’s sweet disposition follows him as he gets older. By the time he’s a sophomore, he swears his favorite thing to do is make homemade pizza with you and his dad every Friday night.  

You know Theo has friends because he hangs out with them and brings them around all the time, but you refuse to mention them on Fridays when all Theo wants to do is cook together as a family. 

Billy doesn’t know how he managed to raise such a sweet kid, but you remind him that he’s a sweet guy, and Theo looks at him like he hung the moon, so it shouldn’t be that surprising. 

When Theo finds out he got into a great art school, you and Billy pull him into a group hug and jump around your kitchen in excitement.  

On the day Theo is set to move into his dorm, Billy tries his best to hold in his tears on the drive there, but once you both hug him goodbye and make it back to the car, you’re both crying so hard that you have to sit in the parking lot for an hour before one of you can drive home. 

The train ride to see him is only an hour, so you and Billy make trips out to that side of the city all the time. 

Billy reveals that he never thought about what kind of family he’d have one day because he never thought he’d have one, but he’s so grateful that you and Theo showed him what family is supposed to be. 

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky is daddy in every sense of the word. 

If he could wear a “Proud Dad” shirt everywhere, he would. 

Jessie’s first Christmas is an emotional affair for everyone involved. Before Jessie, you and Bucky acknowledged Christmas a holiday, but never really celebrated it. When Jessie was born, though, you both wanted to make it something special for your family. 

Getting a visual of Bucky hauling a big ass christmas tree across the tree lot with the metal arm. 

Even though Jessie won’t be old enough to remember any of the details, you still wrap his presents and address them to Jessie, from Santa. 

You get Bucky a pair of socks that say “Grumpy Old Man” on the sides of them and laugh so hard when you’re trying to wrap them that Bucky is very concerned about what could be hidden in the wrapping paper. 

Your first Christmas with Jessie is so magical, and you both promise to make every year afterwards as special as possible. 

Around Jessie’s third birthday, Bucky and you discuss having another kid, but quickly do away with the idea when Bucky recounts how terrified he was during your pregnancy. You’re both happy with Jessie and have enough time to change your minds if that’s what you want to do. 

Jessie’s first day of school is a little hysterical, if you’re honest. Bucky and you walk Jessie to his classroom and introduce yourself to the teacher, like normal, but as soon as the moms in the room lay their eyes on Bucky, it’s game over. 

You watch as he is bombarded with introductions from the moms, who are so interested in his metal arm. You can’t even find it in yourself to get jealous, because you’ve never seen Bucky so nervous in your life. Gone was the charming, flirty Bucky you had met and fallen in love with. The man in front of you was a terrified kitten surrounded by hungry alligators. 

You laugh about it the entire way home, much to Bucky’s chagrin, who is grumpy for the rest of the morning. 

Needless to say, he stuck directly to your side when he had to make classroom appearances after that. 

When Jessie comes home one day in middle school and asks his dad to come talk to his class about being a Veteran, Bucky is a little taken aback. Being a Veteran is not something he talks about often, but Jessie thinks it’s very honorable and cool, so Bucky shows up and gives a talk. 

One of the students asks how strong his metal arm is, and Bucky shows them in the most Bucky way possible, by asking as many as can fit to hang off of his arm. 

Jessie is officially the coolest guy in school by the end of the day. 

Bucky still isn’t used to the PTA moms and their advances, but he’s learned how to avoid them 95% of the time. 

Jessie gets really into baseball when he reaches high school age, so Bucky takes him out to the field every weekend and teaches him how to play. 

Jessie’s not the best on the team, but he makes great friends and loves playing, so you and Bucky are very supportive. 

Bucky loves seeing the jersey with “Barnes” on the back of it.  

“It’s the American Dream, baby. Nothin’ better than a game of baseball.” 

You and Bucky are lucky enough to be able to travel with the team when they have away games, so every other week you’re in another city cheering Jessie and his team on. 

You and Bucky call baseball night “date night” because you both love it so much. 

In Jessie’s final game his senior year, Bucky is in tears as Jessie hits the game winning ball over the back fence. 

The life you and Bucky built together is unconventional, and maybe strange to other people, but you wouldn’t trade it, or him, for the world. 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

Peter and you both eventually graduate college around May’s 4th birthday. The struggle for money was present the whole time, but Peter’s genius brain ends up landing him a great job in a lab, where he gets to study and create all day long and then bring home a pretty hefty paycheck. 

You end up taking a job teaching at a gifted school in Manhattan, where they offer daycare services to the staff for free. 

As soon as the money starts coming in, the pressure on both of your shoulders start to lift. You can afford a bigger apartment now, (plenty of room for growth lol), and May likes that it’s so close to the park. 

May’s favorite super-hero happens to be Spider-Man, even though she has no idea that her own dad is the guy in the suit. 

Peter definitely lets this fact go to his head. 

May is a very social child – she'll say hi to everyone out in public and get frustrated when they don’t say it back. 

Around May’s 5th birthday, you and Peter decide you’d be okay with another child, but it’s not something you’re actively trying for. If it happens, it happens, ya know? 

Two months later your period is late, and you immediately know you’re pregnant again. 

When you find out it’s a boy, Peter is so excited that he goes out a buys another spiderman onesie for the new baby.  

May is so so excited to be a big sister and even suggests the name Leo, which is the name you and Peter end up going with. 

Raising two kids is somehow a little easier than raising just one, but you think it’s mainly because you both have decent paychecks and you’ve already done the whole baby thing before. 

May joins theater in middle school and Peter is so into the plays that he starts coaching her on her monologues, even though he’s never acted in a play before. 

Leo is the eternal baby of the family, which frustrates May to no end. You and Peter treat both kids fairly, but that doesn’t keep the two of them from arguing over everything.  

At one point, Peter moves the living room gaming console into your bedroom because the kids won’t stop fighting over it. You and him accidentally end up playing Mario Kart until 4 o’clock in the morning. You’re both exhausted the next day, but it was so fun that you don’t regret it for a second. 

Eventually, the kids suspect something is up with their dad, who has gotten sort of lazy about hiding his super-hero identity from them. 

When Leo finds a tube of web fluid in your bathroom, Peter has to come clean to the kids about who he is and what he does. 

May thinks it is the absolute coolest thing ever about her dad. 

Peter has to have a heart-to-heart with her about keeping the secret, even from her closest friends. She crosses her heart and promises to never tell a soul. 

That doesn’t stop her and Leo from talking about it. You overhear them one night, up way past their bedtimes, wondering which building is the highest one Spider-Man has swung off of. 

Peter and the kids sometimes sneak off to play their own version of tag which involves using web shooters. 

Peter’s had to call you more than once to have you bring web dissolving fluid after they run out of it and Leo’s leg is still suck to a wall. 

When May graduates high school, it’s a big adjustment for everyone in the house. She moves into an apartment with her friends, closer to her city job, and Peter definitely takes it the hardest. 

When Leo graduates, the empty nest syndrome hits you and Peter hard, but at least you have each other and the life you’ve built together. 

End Note: This document ended up being seven pages long, which is like three more pages than usual for this series. I really hope the people who have read all of them loved and enjoyed watching these families grow like I did! Keep an eye out for more!! I love writing these.

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post kryptonite arc for Luther

Luthor sends a gift to Conner which has a gift card that reads “here’s your baby blanket -love lex”

Conner: what

the Kent’s who are just vibing in the background: oh what’s it sweetie?

Conner: Lex sent me my baby blanket, wasn’t.. wasn’t I a test tube baby?

the Kent’s: honestly no idea ‘Kon sweetie I don’t know’

Conner: it’s a really nice blanket?? I just am so confused.

later a fair month later

Luthor rocks up to the Kent’s house and knocks on the door, it opens.

luthor: Son, I am so sorry for everything I’ve done, but I have to check your health and make sure your DNA isn’t dissolved or something.

Conner who opened the door since the Kent’s were out

Conner: Lex. *conner crosses his arms* go away.

Luthor: yeah, I know I’m not the best parent I could be. But I do need to make sure your genetic code isn’t compromised or something, you really should be testing for it every 2 weeks. It’s been 3 years, I just want to make sure my son is okay. *lex gives Conner puppy dog eyes*

Conner: you made me in a test tube I’m more superman’s son then yours.

luthor: I literally carried you for 12 months, I was there the day you were born was superman there when you took your first breath? first steps? Spoke your first words? No he wasn’t I was. Your as much my son as he is.

Conner: *completely baffled* what?

luthor: uh, don’t you know how difficult it is to make an artificial womb that WORKS? It was actually way easier to just carry you to term.

Conner: WAIT, WHAT?

luthor: I could not trust a random woman to carry something so precious, uh so I did obviously? *lex rolls his eyes* it’s way easier to just make a man have a kid than make an artificial womb, you know how hard it is to make one of those right? It’s genuinely harder than making any advanced ai or anything and when it’s easier and healthier and most importantly SIGNIFICANTLY CHEAPER to just carry a clone to term you do it. I don’t know what those justice league characters said to you but no it’s just so much work.

Conner: YOU WHAT?

Luthor: yeah obviously, why did you think half your dna came from me?

Conner struggling between retching or crying just stares

luthor: oh you don’t believe me, wait I have a few pictures in my wallet.

*lex shows conner an adorable candid shot of baby Conner playing with some blocks, and a photo of what looks like Lex in a hospital gown holding a tiny Conner, and one more of Lex showing Conner mercy and making Conner wave to her*

Conner: *shocked*

luthor: anyway why would I hurt my son after all? Seems kind of well, not even acceptable or useful. Honestly I just want to make sure you’re not dying. Those justice people are so bad at making sure people are healthy especially someone so unique as you son.

Conner: wait, does that mean your technically my mother?

luthor: yeah, doesn’t matter though does it?

Conner: my birth mother is you.

luthor: yeah obviously

Conner: well now I have a answer to all those pesky questions about who’s my birth mother, do you mind if I just call you lex because it’s gender neutral and no one will ask questions.

luthor: sure? Please son let me test your blood.

Conner: why did you put me in a test tube then?

luthor: ever heard of sudden infant death syndrome? Also I thought if I force grew you to adulthood you wouldn’t have to suffer through hormonal problems and all that, since you’re not exactly a stable organism I thought I’d save you from that hell. But yeah in retrospect it was pretty cruel to rob you of your childhood. You were a really cute baby though.

Conner: I have no idea what to do with this information.

luthor: so, *quickly pricks and draws Connor’s blood* I’ll be back in 2 weeks.

conner: WAIT YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE???

Luthor: yeah, see you in a fortnight bye son!

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[heavenlyakin]

Part 8: Our Love Has Gone Cold

Summary: Your life is forever changed when your most trusted advisor arrives home with an engagement treaty. As Queen of your Kingdom, you knew there would be sacrifices but little did you know how much the cost of these sacrifices would be. What do you do when your mind wants one thing but your heart longs for another?

Characters: Reader (some descriptions apply), Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of birth, childbirth, and descriptions of blood.

Length: 2k

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You sigh, leaning back on the pillows propped up for you. The sun is shining, and the warmth from the mid-summer day brings you feelings you haven’t had since before the rain. A sense of security, you think. 

Ella suggested you spend the afternoon reading outside since your morning sickness has seemed to pass in the last week. So, you had some staff set up a spot out in the gardens where the grass grows thick with blankets and pillows, and of course, a stack of books to choose from. 

The midwife says you’re mostly through the pregnancy, with only two months left of this discomfort. It’s not like you expected it to be the most pleasant thing, but spending most mornings with your head in a bucket and Satoru holding your hair back isn’t exactly your idea of fun. 

The idea of having to do this three more times makes you want to be sick again, but you clear that thought from your head. 

“Your Highness,” a guard says, interrupting your train of thought. 

“Yes?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“The King has returned home, a letter has just arrived from his palace.” He hands you the sealed letter. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him and he returns to his post a few feet from you. 

Opening the letter, you begin to read. 

My Beautiful Wife,  I have returned home, but it doesn’t feel the way it used to now that I’ve experienced life with you. I expect to return in a fortnight or two, depending on the seriousness of business here. I promise to return before the birth of our child at the very least.  I have also been reconsidering the agreement we made about splitting time between the Kingdoms. Perhaps we can discuss it once you’re no longer preoccupied with growing life. There may be a way we can build a castle near the borders, allowing us to stay there and manage both without needing to be apart.  Until I see you again, I will long for your touch.  With Love,  Your Devoted Husband

You laugh, shaking your head and putting the letter in the book you were holding. It will serve as a good bookmark for this afternoon. Satoru is one for dramatic language, but that level of theatrics has you stunned. 

Your feelings for him are confusing. You’re not sure what to make of them. Something about the way he caresses your body makes you feel more than you’ve ever felt before. When he talks to your growing bump, your heart clenches and you can’t help but wonder if this is what love is supposed to feel like. 

It’s good. It’s soft. It’s pure. 

The feelings you had, or rather, have for Suguru are so much more intense. So intense it hurts at times. The longing, the desire, the need to have him around. Missing him every second he’s away. It’s all too much. 

That shouldn’t be what love feels like. 

He hasn’t talked to you outside of council meetings since you ordered him out of your room, which you wanted. However, since Satoru left earlier in the week, you’ve found your mind less distracted. 

A few noblewomen walk by you on the path, waiving at you as they go. You wave back, placing your hand back on your bump, and rubbing it softly. You feel a flutter in your stomach, then your hand is kicked through the dress. 

“Oh!” You gasp, and two guards come running towards you. 

“Your Highness! Is everything okay?!” The one on the left calls as he runs. 

“I’m fine!” You call back, but they keep coming. Once they arrive, you speak without thinking. Instinct is taking over. “Please send for Suguru Geto.” 

Another flutter followed by a kick follows as you wait. If only you were in your rooms, you could take off the dress and watch your skin move without the layers of fabric. Looking up, you see Suguru running towards you, the guards you sent following behind him. 

“Is everything alright?” He asks, kneeling down next to you.

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling. “Feel,” you take his large hand and place it on your stomach. 

“What- Oh,” he chuckles. “Your child.” 

You nod. “It’s the first time the baby has moved in a way that can be felt outside my body.” 

He pulls his hand away. “May I sit with you?” 

You nod. 

“I owe you an apology,” he tells you. 

You sigh, nodding. “I was not kind either.” 

“I should have never,” he looks around for listening ears, “mentioned what you and the King do in your alone time. I must remember my place.” 

You bite your lip, worried about what will come out if you do not think before you speak. “I forgive you.” 

He smiles, looking forward at the gardens in front of you both. The roses and lilac have begun to blook, but some of the other more colorful flowers are still just buds. It’s still a pretty view. 

“Satoru will return in a fortnight or two,” you say breaking the silence. “Until then, I will need company.” 

“My Queen,” he says, tilting his head. “I’m not sure I am someone you should request that of.” 

You frown, “no one is listening to us, Suguru.” 

“Are you sure,” he asks, his eyes unreadable as he looks away. 

“You’re my oldest friend, Suguru.” 

“Friend,” he repeats. 

You sigh feeling the urge to apologize to him. 

–

A month passes, and Satoru returns. The relationship between the two of you remains unchanged. You spend more nights in your own bed than his, claiming discomfort in sharing a bed while so heavily with a child. 

The real excuse is the nights you spend with Suguru, playing cards and dice. 

He makes you laugh, makes you feel something unmatched by anyone else, and brings you a sense of comfort at your most uncomfortable. Even now, just sitting together in your room and reading, you feel more at ease than you do when you’re with Satoru. 

You feel guilty for that, knowing you’re not comfortable with your husband. It’s been nearly 8 months since the wedding and most of what you know about him you learned in the week leading up to the wedding. Not that you have informed him about you either. Perhaps neither of you is trying enough. 

The feeling of having to put on a front, to perform, for your husband is not something you expected. Especially during this fragile time. 

A sharp pain in your abdomen causes you to drop your book and groan. “Oh gods,” you whimper. 

“What is it?” Suguru looks up from his book, concerned. 

“It’s nothing,” you lie. “I think it’s another cramp.” 

“Should I call for the midwife?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“Imagine the scandal if you were caught in my rooms this late. I’m fine.” You tell him, another cramp rumbling through your body and up your lower spine. 

He looks unhappy but does not fight you. 

Your pain subsides and you go back to reading until you feel something wet and warm running down your legs. You lay the book down, excusing yourself to the bathing chamber. Lifting up your skirt, you find blood running down your legs. 

It’s okay, you tell yourself. You are okay. 

“Suguru, will you please leave? I’m going to call for my midwife.” You ask, legs shaking as you walk back into the room. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, —--.” He stands up, coming towards you. 

“Please don’t freak out…” you sit on your bed, grateful to no longer be standing. “I’m bleeding. I’m scared. I don’t want anyone else to know. Just leave so I can call for her.” 

He takes your hands, kisses your forehead, and then releases you. “You’re going to be okay. Call for her, I’ll come back in a few minutes when the King is here so it doesn’t look suspicious.” 

You nod and he leaves. 

You scream for the guards, your panic taking over. They run out, one remaining with you and trying to calm you, telling you about his wife’s birth and how she had bled before hers too. He stumbles over his words, sounding panicked and scared, but it’s somehow helping keep you from crying. 

The midwife arrives and shortly after, so does your husband, his eyes wild with fear. 

The next few hours are a blur of sobbing, blinding pain, and then high-pitched cries from your child. At times you didn’t think you’d make it, but Satoru whispering encouraging words and knowing Suguru is just outside the room with the other advisors keeps you going. 

Your son is small, having come a few weeks too soon, but he is strong the midwife assures you. His hair is stark white like his father's and his eyes are an exact match to Satoru. Nothing of the child resembles you. Something in you hurts at this realization. 

Holding him feels surreal, having carried him inside of you for so long and now he’s in your arms. When Satoru takes him from you, you do not reject him. 

“We shall call him Haku,” Satoru says, not asking. 

“If you wish,” you say weakly, adjusting a pillow under your head. “Haku, your heir.” 

“My heir,” Satoru repeats, holding the baby close to his chest and smiling at you. “I don’t know how to thank you.” 

“Ha,” you feign a laugh, “perhaps having the next one yourself.” 

Satoru laughs, sitting on the bed with you and placing the baby between you. “Do you think he’s hungry?” 

“How would I know?” You frown, looking at the sleeping infant. “He isn’t crying, so I suppose not.” 

“You’re right. Will you feed him yourself? Before my mother passed she told me it is good for the mother to feed her child herself-” 

“We have wet nurses in the palace. He will be fine.” You cut him off, reeling a the idea of having a baby attached to your breast for hours upon hours every day. 

He does not argue. 

“Your Highnesses,” the midwife says, excusing herself with a bow after cleaning up the room. 

“I need to rest.” You sigh, feeling a wave of exhaustion go through you. “We can have the nurses take him.” 

“I will take him if that’s alright. I can introduce him to the council, letting them all know we have an heir.” His voice is full of pride and you smile. 

“As you wish.” 

“I’ll check in on you tomorrow,” he kisses your cheek, then picks up Haku and takes him from the room. 

Before the door shuts you hear an abundance of gasos and coos at the arrival of Satoru’s son. You would smile, but sleep takes you too soon after the door shuts. It’s not long, however, as you’re awoken feeling the bed shift beside you. 

Suguru sits beside you, beaming at you. “Hey,” he smiles and you grin. 

“Suguru,” you smile, moving to sit up. 

“Please stay still, you must be exhausted.” He brushes your hair back from your face. “King Gojo is a very proud father, the child is his twin.” 

“He is,” you agree, looking away. “Seems a little unfair, since I carried him for so long.” 

“I’m so proud of you,” he tells you, caressing your cheek. 

You place your hand over his, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. You’re not sure if the emotions from childbirth, or your real feelings, but everything feels more intense now that he’s here with you. It took everything in you not to call out for him when you were pushing, not wanting to shame Satoru in the process. 

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to stay with me?” You ask and his eyes fill with something you don’t want to acknowledge quite yet. 

“It would, but who am I to reject my Queen?” He pulls the covers up, gets under, and lies next to you. 

Laying your head on his chest, he wraps your arms around you. For the first time since your mother passed, you feel comforted. You feel at home again. 

“Suguru?” 

“Hmm,” he hums sleepily. 

“I love you.”

[shipskicksandgiggles]

dialogue prompts

hi! I’m Ellis, I’m a college student that that apparently keeps landing myself in bizarre situations and I cope by making prompt lists out of them. they’re usually hilarious and great for short fics, so feel free to send me a number with a character/ship/dynamic, or even just a fandom that you think fits

“Is this about the fax machine? Because if it is, my vote is we put a bullet in it.”

“I don’t need to hear about any of your sex lives. I’m talking to you specifically.”

“Why are you all in the hallway? Is that a dog?”

“Do they remind you of someone?” “Yeah, me when I was that age, I was hoping you wouldn’t mention it.”

“I’m going to steal someone’s kneecaps.”

“Someone just barked at me in the grocery store parking lot.” “Go see who it is.” “You asshole.”

“Why are you standing like that?” “They’re autistic, leave them alone.”

“It’s been like three months. Why are you a different person?” “Catastrophic change and trauma, babe, don’t worry about it.”

“Every day my interests become more and more like a middle aged father’s.”

“Do you want to come build a chair?” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Why do you talk so much about cannibalism in this class?” “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Everyone gets excited about boobs!” “I honestly don’t think that’s true.”

“Do you need the heat pack more?” “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you limped home, I think you need it more.”

“Some guy just mistook me for a cis man, this is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“You went to Catholic school? I would have thought you’d gone to public school and then taken a hard left into satanism.”

“Did you have a Voltron phase?” “No, why?”

“You know how I would literally rather die than ask for help?”

“Do you have time for me to have a gender crisis on you or are you too busy?” “Oh, no, this is happening.”

“Dude, they took your door.” “Your door privileges have been revoked.” “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god, quit it with the mother henning.” “If we lose the kid I’m blaming you.”

“Do you have a reason or are you being a nasty cynic?”

“So he’s better than you.” “I’m okay with that.”

“Did you just call me to tell me the person who won Jeopardy! has my chronic illness?”

“I regret asking.” “Why would you ask an autistic person about their hyperfixation when you don’t want an in depth answer?”

“Insane question, but can I put you in hell?”

“If one more person gives you public recognition for a thing I think you’re going to set yourself on fire.”

“Holy shit, you’re like a vampire.” “In all seriousness, you should see someone about that, that’s not normal.”

“Did I just sleep for 16 hours?” “Roughly, yeah. How are you feeling?” “About how you’d expect.”

“Where are you? Oh you’re having floor time.”

“Your taste in men is seriously questionable. If you only want his dick I’m sure we can figure out something else.”

“You need to crash your car right now.”

“Don’t make me pull rank at 6 in the morning again, I’ll die.”

“Are you crocheting right now? God this is such a weird group of people.”

“I got called an anarchist again.” “By the same person as last time?” “Nope.”

“Are we going to talk about what happened back there?” “No, why, what happened?”

“My mom has apparently kissed more women than I have.”

“You goddamn whore!” “What happened?” “She lied to me!”

“Of all of us, I think you’re the most likely to be a vigilante. Like a journalist by day, crime fighting hero by night.” “Like Spider-Man?” “Exactly like Spider-Man!”

“What’s going on?” “There might be a squirrel in the building, let me get back to you.”

“Don’t flirt with me while I’m holding a knife.”

“So imagine you’re a bisexual woman and you want to go to a strip club.”

“You scare people.” “I’m literally the nicest person alive.” “I watched you yell at someone last week.” “And?”

“The group chat is rioting.” “Oh my god.”

“We’re stealing your dog. She’s ours now.”

“I’m going to use my powers of being everyone’s favorite to get out of this.”

“I don’t associate myself with my birth name because no one called me by that name growing up.” “Have you perhaps heard of therapy?”

“My professor thinks I need an emotional support bird.” “No, I know you need an emotional support bird.”

“Okay, so they’ve got some trauma they need to work through. What’s driving the rest of you?”

“I ended up with the straight up rainbow one. Maybe straight is the wrong word. Anywhom-”

“You met this man a week ago, what do you mean you’re in love with him?”

[vanfleeter]

Matched: Chapter 10 - The Little Family

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+ as always. Fluff. Pregnancy. Mentions of child birth. Smut. Allusions to sex. A/N: Final chapter is here! It's a shorty but a goodie. Thank you for tagging along on this journey, but we ain't done with this world just yet! ;)

A couple months into the tour, we found out we would be expecting a boy to which everyone was thrilled about, including myself. Henry Francis would soon be coming into this world. My dream is slowly coming true. I’m married to the love of my life and having a baby boy, the first boy of the trio that we both want.

As her pregnancy progressed, we were all taking extra precautions. One of us, if not all of us, were constantly checking in on her and making sure that she and the baby were doing alright. Most days she spent on the bus or the hotel room to rest due to back pain or swollen feet.

And it wasn’t until we made it to New York when things started to change.. The tour ended the night before with an electric send off. Today all of us decided to head out to the zoo, do something fun before we head back to Nashville.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask as I help her tie on her shoes.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Thea sighs as she rubs her stomach. “He’s just been moving so much, it’s making me highly uncomfortable.”

“And you’re sure walking around like this is also okay?”

“Yes, Jake,” She giggles. “I need to move. I’m getting tired of being cooped up in here all the time. I’ve missed half your shows because of the nausea and back pain. I’m sick of it.”

I help her stand from the bed and she straightens out her clothes.

“Plus, if I stay here any longer, I’m going to go insane..”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Alright then come on.. The guys are waiting downstairs in the van.. Josh is way too eager to go see the monkeys.”

Thea giggles and slides on her sweater. “That’s because he is one..”

That he is..

On the elevator ride down, I can see her holding the side of her stomach as she winces. “Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods her head. “Yeah.. He’s just testing out his soccer skills apparently..”

I chuckle and press my hand to her stomach. “Hey little man, relax there. Mama’s not your soccer ball.” She smiles and rests her hand over mine.

The doors open and we step out to join the guys in the lobby of the hotel. “Hey pretty mama!” Josh exclaims as he gives Thea a hug. “Finally getting out for some fresh air.”

“Yeah, finally.. I don’t feel like my back is going to break every time I stand.”

“Well I’m glad you could join us today. How is the baby?” He asks as he leads her out of the hotel.

“Forget the baby, how are you?” Danny says as he steps beside me. We walk out of the hotel together with Sam following close behind with Rose. “Getting much sleep at all?”

I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. “Here’s a little tip for you, Daniel.. Don’t get a woman pregnant.”

Danny laughs and slaps me on the back. “Not for a long while,” He says. “I’m still in my prime brother.”

“Shut the fuck up..” I say rolling my eyes.

“But seriously, how are you?”

“I’m exhausted.. She wakes me up in the middle of the night to get her food.. Food we don’t have.. And then because I told her we don’t have it and the hotel kitchen is closed–and half the city–she gets so angry with me, as if it’s my fault.”

Danny chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re a married man now, it will always be your fault.”

We made it through the whole zoo and back to the van before Thea started getting uncomfortable. “When we get back to the room, I’ll start a warm bath and give you a massage,” I tell her as I let her rest her head on my shoulder.

“I’m next after her,” Josh jokes from the front seat.

Suddenly Thea sits up, her hand clutching my thigh. “Jake..”

“Hmm?”

“We might not be making it to the hotel.”

Josh turns back around in the front seat to face us. “Why are we not making it to the hotel?”

“Umm.. I think..” She swallows and looks up at me with nervous eyes. “I think my water broke.”

Sam and Danny lean forward behind us. “You think?” Sam asks.

“Have you been having any contractions at all?” I ask as I turn in the seat.

“No.. But if I peed my pants, then it was a lot,” She nervously laughs.

“We’ll take you still,” Josh says. “Just to be sure.”

A couple hours later after arriving at the hospital and getting her looked at, I’m heading back out to the waiting room. My heart is pounding but a huge grin is plastered on my face. Josh is the first to see me when I walk through doors and he stands to his feet. “What’s the verdict?”

“Guess we’re having the baby today,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “But we have absolutely nothing with us here. It’s all back on the bus.”

“Don’t worry, we’re on it.” He says.

“Oh hey Sam,” I say, grabbing his arm. “Do you mind calling Mom and filling her in?”

He smiles and nods his head. “Of course,” He says. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. “Congrats brother.”

I chuckle and hug him back. “Thank you. But I gotta head back to the room.”

“Hey Jake?” I hear Josh call as I start heading back to the room. I turn around and he’s running up to me and throwing his arms around me. “I’m so happy for you,” He says over my shoulder before pulling away. “Now go have a baby.”

“Thank you.” I say before pulling away completely and going back to the room.

Labor went by quickly and before we both knew it, she was ready to push. “Don’t make me do it.” Thea begs as she holds tightly to my hand.

I smile and kiss her forehead. “You can do it,” I say. “I know you can.”

“I’m scared, Jake.”

“I know you are, but I promise, everything is going to be okay.”

And the birth followed quickly after that. Just as we both predicted, we have our baby boy. His cries filled the room as they placed them on her chest. “Are you crying?” Thea giggles as she looks up at me with tears in her eyes as well. I couldn’t form any words so I opted to nod my head. “You have your boy, Jake.” She says.

Standing by the nursery window, I’m joined by Josh. He wears a proud smile and pulls me in for a hug. “Can’t believe that you’re a dad!” He exclaims. “Now show me which one is yours.” He says, turning us back to face the window.

“Second row, third one from the right.”

“Shut up..” He gasps when he spots the blue cap on the baby’s head.

I eagerly nod my head. “Henry Francis. A whopping six pounds exactly.”

“Damn.. I owe Danny twenty bucks.”

“You were betting on my son’s weight?”

“As if you and Thea didn’t.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I was off by seven ounces.”

Josh chuckles and shakes his head. “Can I hold him? Or do I have to wait?”

I tap on the window, catching the nurses’ attention. She smiles and nods her head before going over to the bassinet. She picks up Henry and carries him out to us in the hallway. She hands him off to me and I turn to face Josh.

“Uncle Joshy,” I say. “Meet your godson, Henry.”

“You made me godfather?”

“Seems only right to do so.”

I carefully hand Henry to Josh. “Six pounds is so tiny.” He chuckles. Henry grunts, his face twisting. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Too loud? Yeah, I get that a lot.” Josh looks away from the baby and at me. “How’s Thea doing?”

“Pretty good, super exhausted.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Josh chuckles. “Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, I told her I’d keep an eye on Henry while she sleeps. She’s afraid of bringing home the wrong baby.”

“Can’t say that I blame her.” Josh says.

Seeing him standing there and holding my kid just doesn’t feel real. None of us imagined us with kids anytime soon. I sure didn’t, until I met Thea. I thought all that was gone for a while there. Believed it. But I finally got her back. And this is where we ended up. Married and building our own little family.

“Besides, you can’t deny that he is your kid,” Josh continues. “He’s got your nose.”

“I spy a tiny, little guy,” I hear Sam say. Turning around, I see him and Danny coming down the hall with a few balloons. “Hi buddy,” He coos as he tickles Henry’s side. Henry squirms slightly in Josh’s arms.

“Knock it off, you’re upsetting him.” Josh says as he swats Sam’s hand away.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Both of you knock it off.” Danny says as he sets the balloons on the floor and removes Henry from Josh’s arms. “The last thing we need is for him to learn on his second day of life that you two are nuts.” He cradles him in his arms and fixes the hat on his head. “He needs at least one stable uncle.”

“And what makes you think you’re the stable one?” Sam quips.

“I’m not the one arguing over upsetting him.”

The nurse comes back out to the hall. “It’s time to be fed,” She says as she scoops the baby out of Danny’s arms. “Pops, are you ready?”

Sam opens his mouth to start saying stuff but I immediately stop him. “With a bottle, dumbass.” I say before following the nurse back into the nursery. I pop my head back out into the hall and sternly point my finger at them. “Do not bother Thea.”

–Three Days Later–

“Is it really safe to have a three day old baby on a tour bus?” Josh asks as he lugs a couple bags onto the bus.

“Probably not but we have to make do with what we got,” I say as I help Thea to the back of the bus.

“Baby is officially on board!” Sam exclaims as he steps onto the bus.

“Would you keep quiet?” Danny scolds. “Last thing we need is for your big mouth to wake the baby.”

I step out of the back room and carefully take the carrier away from Sam. “You wake him, I’ll kill you.”

“Language,” Sam playfully gasps.

I roll my eyes and carry the baby to the back and already Thea is fast asleep. I chuckle and set the carry down on the floor to grab a blanket to cover her up. Hearing little noises coming from the carrier, I look down to see Henry stirring, his face scrunching up. Bending down to unbuckle him, I carefully lift him out and rest him against my chest.

“Welcome to the tour bus buddy,” I say as I gently sway from side to side as I gently pat his back. “We’ll be home soon and then you can sleep in your actual bed–after I get it put together.”

After a day on the road and a very sleepless night, we finally made it back home.

“Jake, are you sure I can’t help with anything?” Thea asks from the front door.

“Nope, I got it.” I say as I carry our suitcases up to the front door, including Henry’s suitcase. Apparently Josh decided he needed his own. He’s not even a week old yet, why would he need a suitcase?

“Jake..”

“I’ve got it,” I say as I stumble through the front door. “See?”

Thea rolls her eyes and goes back to the living room. “If your back hurts tomorrow, I don’t want to hear it.”

“As if it doesn’t already..” I grumble as I follow behind her. “He’s not even a week old and he’s already taking up space.. I was so far up against the wall of the bus the whole night. Felt like I was sleeping on a board.”

“Well now he’ll be in his own bed,” She says. “Once you get it put together.”

“Why do I have to put it together?”

“Because you volunteered.. And because you’re the daddy.”

I sigh and lay my head back against the couch. “Right.. Superdad,” I say, throwing my fist in the air. Pushing off the couch, I head upstairs to the guest room that we decided would be Henry’s bedroom. I stare at the box of the unassembled crib pieces and place my hands on my hips. This is going to take a while.

“I thought you were "Superdad".” Thea smirks as she leans against the doorframe.

“I was.. Until I started reading the instructions.” I hold up the instruction manual. “So I called in the brains.”

Sam pops up from behind the crib with a screwdriver in his hand. “That would be me.”

“And I see you stole the baby too?”

I look down at the sleeping baby in my lap and sucking on his pacifier. “Can’t steal what’s mine,” I wink at her. “Plus he was crying and you were asleep.”

“Kid’s got a set of lungs on him too.” Sam says as he steps out from behind the crib. “Alright “superdad”, help me with the mattress.”

Gently standing to my feet, I hand off Henry to Thea before going over to the mattress and helping Sam lift it into the crib. He proudly stands off to the side with his hands on his hips. “Well, I say we did a pretty damn good job, brother.” He says.

“Shall we test it out?”

“Well, I guess but I’m a bit big-”

“I meant the baby!” I quip as I slap my hand across his chest.

“Oh, right, the baby.”

Rolling my eyes, I turn back to Thea and take Henry back. He grunts a little, his face scrunching up. “Shh, shh, it’s alright,” I say as I rock him back and forth. “We’re gonna try out your new bed.” I carefully lat him inside the crib and watch him as he settles down and goes back to sleep.

“So I take it he likes the new bed.” Sam chuckles.

“This might be a good time to slip out.” Thea says.

The three of us quietly leave the bedroom and head back downstairs. “All of that crib building made me hungry.” Sam says as he heads for the kitchen.

Thea starts to follow after him but I grab her hand and pull her back to me. I looked around the corner to make sure that Sam was out of sight before I pulled her in for a kiss.

“What was that for?” She asks when we pull apart.

“Just wanted to show you how much I love you,” I say as I wrap my arms around her. “A lot’s changed in the last year between us and I couldn’t be happier. I’m married to the love of my life and we have a beautiful baby upstairs that we created together.” I pull her closer to me, pressing my hips into hers. “What if we left Sam to his own devices and went back upstairs?”

Thea laughs and straightens out of my shirt. “I just gave birth, Jacob. Give me some time.”

“Six weeks?” I wag my eyebrows.

“Stop your research.” She says, pointing a finger at me. “More than that.” She pulls away and starts going towards the kitchen.

“So how much time?”

She shrugs her shoulders as she turns back around. “A year.”

“A y–What?”

“You heard me.” “No sex for a year? That’s torture.” Thea only winks before turning on her feet again and going into the kitchen. “Dorothea!”

Thank you again for following along on this journey! Like I said, we are not done yet! Coming soon to devices near you, is the prequel? sequel? to Matched:

Jake kept a this journal for the six months left of his boat trip, recounting his adventures and writing them as if he were writing to Thea. The "letters" and postcards that were never meant to be sent. Now he gives them to Thea, wanting to be honest and open about his past as he fought to get over her and the love she never reciprocated at the time.

Release date: TBD

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✨31 DAYS OF DICK (GRAYSON)✨

2023 EDITION

Hello and Welcome everyone! With February here, the 31DOD prompt list had to make its appearance. This time we will be exploring a bit outside the realm of comics; we will make our panel presentation and writing... Limitless. There is far too much for all of us to say, so this time around the structure has been made more flexible. I also think these prompts are varied and quite fun! (I do hope you guys think so too!)

Just to make something clear before I continue, this prompt list is for the 31 Days Of Dick (Grayson) event that will start in March! Now, as you will notice, this prompt list will be separated in three different sections, this is, of course, to make this 31DOD experience different from the previous one and to maybe test the waters for future editions. Just like last time, you can join 31DOD whenever you like. If you want to do three, nine or twenty days of the event, you are completely free. None of these prompts require you to follow along each day. Also! Enjoy yourselves, have fun and even though there are some prompts where a choice must be made, be respectful and share your thoughts!

Well, without further ado, the 2023 Edition of 31DOD!

FAVOURITES (can be multiple):

1. Quote 2. Nightwing Issue 3. Headcanon 4. Suit 5. Team-up Issue 6. Weapon 7. Fanfiction 8. Skill 9. Dynamic with another character 10. Appearance in a non-Nightwing/team related issue 11. Trope 12. Nightwing comic artist 13. Nightwing comic writer 14. Headquarter 15. Vehicle

THIS or THAT:

16. Dick in Bludhaven or Dick in Gotham 17. Dick in Arkham Knight (video game) or Gotham Knights (video game) 18. Nightwing by Chuck Dixon or Nightwing by Tom Taylor 19. Dick and Roy or Dick and Wally 20. Dick and Bruce or Dick and Clark (choose your favourite parent) 21. OG Teen Titans team (1960 comic) or OG Young Justice team (show) 22. Robin!Dick mini or Dick!Bats mini (mini meaning short comic run)

WHAT IF...?:

23. Dick teamed up with a non-DC character, who would you like it to be? 24. Dick was a character in another universe of your choice, what role would he have? 25. Comics!Dick was sent to another universe, which one would you like it to be? 26. Dick had powers; what do you think they would be? 27. Dick had never lost his parents, what would his life look like? 28. Dick had adopted Jason Todd instead of Bruce? 29. Nightwing had a Black Label book? Would you like it? What would you like to see explored? 30. You had the chance to build the next creative team for a Nightwing run, who would be part of it?

FREE DAY!:

31. Do as you wish! Maybe I missed something that you would have liked to see in this edition… Enjoy your free day!

There it is everyone! If you have any doubts, ideas, questions, feedback about anything relating to 31DOD please do not hesitate and send me an ask! This is meant to be fun to everyone who wants to celebrate Dick Grayson in one of his birth months! If you want to join 31DOD in March, don't forget to use the #31DOD tag so everyone can find the posts relating to the event!

AND! This time, thanks to the always brilliant @hood-ex (who had already helped shape this new edition of 31DOD), we have created a side blog where we will also reblog all your posts! You will find the official 31DOD blog HERE! I hope I see you in March!

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The Lodge

(Trials of the Six, Chapter 1 Scene 1)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 14 (2nd Iteration): (Alt) Amnesia, Poison

Whumpril Day 30 ("Out of Time")

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: unconsciousness, amnesia, fighting, blood, stab wounds, death, cornered, poison, headache, dizziness

So… fun fact: @whumperofworlds and I share a birth month! Hers was on the 11th, and mine is today! So in addition to Day 14’s contribution, here’s a snippet using one of the alt prompts for one of my personal favorite whump tropes: amnesia, with the first character I ever gave it to, Hiel.

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“Get up, kid.” A man’s voice, rough and distant.

“Come on, wake up!” A woman’s voice, soft and frantic.

A hard slap sent sharp pain across his face. His eyes snapped open. He lay on the floor of a wooden lodge, where a roaring hearth lit the scene with warm light. A woman crouched over him, exhaling in relief when his eyes opened.

“By the skies, Hiel! Don’t scare us like that!” She rocked back onto her heels, brushing red-blonde hair away from her face.

Hiel pushed himself into a seated position, dizzy. “What… what happened?” Something large and furry pushed against him, and he turned his head to find a giant cat, as long as he was tall, nudging his arm with her nose. He hesitantly petted the fur behind her head.

“When I get my hands on that woman, she’ll wish she’d never been born!” Hiel flinched at the sharp tone from someone he hadn’t noticed, a man with dark hair and beard who leaned over a table on the opposite end of the one-room lodge, arms folded. 

“Korfel,” the woman began, getting to her feet, “Elya is gone. No clue where, but we accomplish nothing dwelling on the past.”

The man’s name was Korfel. Why did Hiel not know that? Why didn’t he know his own name until the woman addressed him as Hiel? “What’s going on?”

The woman turned to him, surprise and confusion in her expression. “What do you mean?”

Hiel rubbed his aching temples. “I… I don’t know anything.”

“You mean you… don’t remember?” She cursed when he nodded hesitantly. “Now I want to murder a healer.”

Korfel scowled. “Just what we need,” he muttered angrily. “Can you still freeze things? Fight?”

“I freeze things?” The space behind Hiel’s eyes started throbbing. He pressed a hand to his eyes in a crude attempt to soothe the aching. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Probably a side effect of the "medicine"—" Jarsali traced air quotes around the word— "Elya gave you. You were out for several minutes before we noticed something was wrong.”

Hiel struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on a nearby chair. “Who are you people?” he demanded, panic rising.

The woman shifted away from him slightly, unnerved. “Well, I’m Jarsali. The angry one is Korfel. You’re Hiel, and the giant fanged simoldon is Nial, your pet… cat…thing?”

She was about to say something else before the door burst open. Two people ran inside. A pale man with blue hair was first, heavily favoring his leg. Right behind him was a dark-skinned woman who slammed the door behind her. They both carried packs that seemed to have been filled in a hurry.

Korfel shoved a chair under the knob. “I asked you to get supplies, not have the whole town up in arms!”

The woman held her hands up defensively. “They attacked us first!” She flinched at the look Korfel gave her and the blue-haired man. Muffled shouting came from outside the lodge, and Hiel realized that asking who these new people were right now was not the best move.

The door shook as someone from the other side kicked it. Korfel cursed under his breath and grabbed a curved sword from where it had rested on the table. The new woman tossed her bag on the floor and drew a thin obsidian knife, and Jarsali snatched up a quarterstaff from where it leaned against the wall.

The chair splintered with a crack, and the door flew open, sending it across the room and narrowly missing Hiel. Warriors in leather armor brandishing spears poured inside, engaging the defenders. Korfel charged those in front, knocking spears aside and slashing wildly at their owners.

Jarsali swung her staff at the leg of the closest warrior with such speed Hiel briefly lost track of it. With a sickening snap, the warrior collapsed to the floor, moaning and clutching his broken knee. Nial used his body as a springboard to get to the one behind him, claws out and snarling viciously.

Hiel backed away, feeling incredibly useless. Even if he remembered how to fight, there was no way he’d be able to do any good in this state. He noticed that the blue-haired man hung back as well, though he seemed like he’d be more formidable even with his injured leg.

A warrior somehow got past the combined strength of Jarsali, Korfel, and Nial. He charged straight at Hiel, who stumbled away so the chair he was leaning on was between him and the attacker. The warrior kicked aside the chair with ease and charged.

Before he could get any closer, the woman with the knife darted inside his reach and thrust it into a seam in his armor. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound. The woman was relentless, pressing him back and baiting him. The warrior overextended his spear, and the woman slipped within his reach, driving her knife through his throat. He collapsed, blood bubbling from the fatal wound.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she passed him, wiping her knife off with her skirt and dashing towards the wall. She ran her fingers across the wooden panels, searching for something. Hiel picked up a leg from the broken chair and watched her curiously, keeping a wary eye on the battle.

The woman tapped along the seams between panels, eyes narrowed. Another warrior got past the others and ran straight for the woman, whose back was to him. He would have stabbed her through the heart with his spear, but he instead inexplicably flew backward, right into the spear of one of his allies. 

Korfel quickly finished them both off with a well-placed slash. “We're out of time, Raiann!” he shouted as he engaged another.

“Almost!” Raiann dug her knife in between two panels and pried one away, revealing sunlight and a snow-covered landscape. A river flowed nearby, with a boat moored to a small dock. The boat’s sail was tied down, it wasn't going anywhere quickly. A cold wind gusted through the opening as Raiann pulled off another board and sheathed her blade. “We’ve got to go!”

The blue-haired man limped past Raiann and stumbled over the threshold of the impromptu back door. She caught his arm and helped him down, taking on some of his weight and half-dragging him towards the boat. Hiel glanced at the warriors trying to force their way to the front, unable to get past Jarsali or Korfel.

“They’re escaping out the back!” One of them shouted, seeing the opening.

Korfel cursed and retreated. The tip of his blade dropped to the ground, and he reached out his hand. The ground below their feet rumbled as his expression calmed, but his eyes burned with anger.

Nial sprang back towards Hiel and stood before him protectively. Hiel hesitated for only a second before staggering towards the opening in the wall. With a light “mrrp?” noise, Nial leaped through onto the snow after him. Hiel shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as the giant cat accompanied his stumbling steps to the boat that bobbed in the river.

He clambered on the boat and leaned heavily on the railing, the dizziness returning in full force. Nial moved to his side and settled down next to him. Jarsali, staff in hand, leaped onto the deck and dropped it with a clatter onto the deck. She shoved a bundle of heavy cloth at Hiel as she faced the stern. “As soon as Korfel gives the signal, be ready to move this rig!”

Hiel unfolded the heavy cloth to find it was a thick coat. He pulled it on gratefully and opened his mouth to thank Jarsali. But before the words could form, the lodge shuddered violently.

The small boat rocked as the water began to swirl around. Hiel flinched and grasped at the side of the boat for dear life as Korfel appeared through the opening, running at a full sprint to the boat.

He threw himself over the railing and shouted something unintelligible as the lodge shook like an earthquake was assaulting it. The sounds of rushing water filled Hiel’s ears, and the boat suddenly accelerated, moving downstream at an impossible speed. The last glimpse Hiel had of the lodge before it was out of sight was the walls collapsing in on itself, warriors fleeing the falling building.

@fourwingedsnake @whumpril @pigeonwhumps

[yzeltia]

WOL/Raha Week Day 7 I Love You

Rating: T for Teen Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers, Kirian Summers Notes: Happens before DT, just a few months after Keith and Raha adopt Kirian

“NO! I HATE YOU! You’re not my real dads! You’re just a dumb coeurl!”

G’raha recoiled as Kirian finished screaming at him before going into his room and slammed the door. He dropped the book of storytales he was carrying to read to the boy.  His ears drooped along with his tail as he slumped to the ground on his knees, tears beading in his eyes. Crueler things had been said before, but he could not recall where or when. In his shock, he’d barely noticed that Keith had come and knelt down to hug him from behind.

“You okay?” Keith asked, kissing softly into his husband’s ear.

“I am a bit shaken…like I might not easily recover though they were but mere words,” G’raha said, clinging lightly to Keith as he leaned back into him. “He is not like G’khenna was.”

Keith tilted his head, resting his cheek between his love’s ears. “Well, yeah. She’s so much like you and we’ve been with her since birth. All of the stuff that we messed up, we did ourselves. And when she was upset, she found other ways to hurt us…but she never meant it. We’ve only had Kirian for a few months and still don’t know much about what his life was like before we adopted him. We gotta make up for all that love he felt he’d lost, y’know. It only stings cause we do love him.”

G’raha nodded, trying to steel himself as he lingered in his husband’s embrace. “Yes. I shouldn’t let it get to me. Lyna, too, had her fits. Let me breathe and I shall endeavor to set things right.”

The two sat in silence, embraced on the floor. With a small exhale, G’raha picked up his book then moved to stand, helping Keith up with him. Stepping to Kirian’s door, he gave a gentle wrap on the door. “Kirian…I’m going to come in.”

“GO AWAY,” the boy yelled from inside.

Keith grimaced then pushed G’raha to the side to open the door. “There’s no need for yelling,” he said, dropping his voice a bit.

Kirian glowered from his bed, hugging onto a gryphon plush that was about as big as him. “You said this is my room! I don’t want you in here.”

Crossing his arms, Keith stood in the frame and raised his brow. “I’m not in your room, I’m in the frame,” he responded with a grin. “We’ll leave you be but we need to talk first. What you said really hurt our feelings. Especially your dad’s. You know it’s not okay to call a Miqo’te a coeurl, right?”

The boy continued to glower, narrowing his brow more at his dad’s joke. Turning, he hugged into his toy. “I don’t care. I don’t want to read his stupid book…,” he said before pulling his covers over his head. “I didn’t mean to call him a coeurl though…sorry.”

“You said you hate us because you didn’t want him to read you a storytale before bed? You love it when we do that,” Keith asked, voice softening as he opened the door a bit more so that G’raha could peek in now too.

“It’s okay Kirian. I’m not mad,” G’raha added calmly. “Though, why do you not want to read with me?”

Kirian stayed coiled in his blanket, not answering for a moment. “‘Cause you’ll make me try to read it myself.”

G’raha blinked. “Well of course. It’s no fun if I have to do all the voices myself,” he said, wandering forward to sit on the edge of his son’s bed, Keith following his lead.

“I can’t do it,” Kirian responded, muffled under his covers.

“Sure you can! You just gotta just make a silly tone in your voice,” Keith said, inflecting his voice higher for emphasis.

Kirain turned, peeking his head out from under his blankets, looking between them then away. “I can’t read,” the boy huffed. “I can’t do it…so go ahead and send me back so you can find someone else who can,” he whined before returning to his cocoon.

Keith and G’raha blinked at each other, having not realized the boy had not yet learned the skill. Crossing his arms, Keith thought for a moment. “But, your teacher says you know your letters and keep up with the class just fine…Still, Kirian. Even if you could never read a single word, we wouldn’t give you up. You’re our son no matter what,” he said before reaching out to rub the boy’s shoulder.

“Why would you think that? It is perfectly normal for a boy your age to still be learning to read,” G’raha pressed, opening up the storytale book to find something simple for them to practice.

“‘Cause G’k said she was reading lots of books by the time she was my age. She’s really really smart and so are you…I don’t fit in,” Kirian said, turning back over to look up at his dads.

“Keith? Smart?” G’raha asked, trying to stifle a laughter.

“Yeah! Pa answers all my questions cause he knows everything…and whatever he doesn’t you do,” he said. 

G’raha was unable to contain his laughter, earring a small glare from Keith, the latter turning to his son to pat his shoulder again. “Ah, yes. That might be the tiniest exaggeration on my part. Heck, when I was your age I struggled really hard with my letters cause…well, ‘cause,” he started before looking at G’raha then lowering down to whisper in his son’s ear. “I needed glasses. Don’t tell, it’s my biggest secret.”

Kirian nodded, brow raised before sitting up a little. “So you were doing worse than me?”

“Mhmm. And look at me now. I married the actual smartest guy in the world and have two very bright children that I would not trade for anything in the world.”

“Not even front court bomball tickets?”

“Not even those,” Keith assured the boy.

“Well, that seems to have cleared everything up,” G’raha sighed, relief washing over him as he smiled at Kirian. “I won’t make you, but I would like it if you'd try with me. Is that okay?”

Kirian nodded, sniffling a bit as he made room for G’raha to sit on the other side of him. The book put in his lap, he flipped it to the first page then hunkered down between his dads. “Ah…um…Upon an era long ago, there was a nice pi…pi…”

“Pirate,” G’raha helped.

“Pirate. Upon an era long ago, there was a pirate. He want-eed…wanted to find trees..treasure. The treasure was called the one pi..pie-...piece,” the boy read, sounding out the words before stopping.

“That was very good. Why did you stop?” G’raha asked, petting on Kiran’s shoulder.

“Um…I um…I love you. I’m sorry I yelled…you are my real dads,” he said quietly. 

Keith and G’raha looked at one another then smiled before hugging the boy tight between them, letting him squirm about, G’raha affectionately nuzzling over his head. “We love you too,” G’raha sighed happily.

“You’re messin’ up the hawk! You’re messin’ up the hawk! I take it back,” the boy fussed, trying to push them away as he started to laugh. Once they relented, he calmed down together they read until falling asleep together in the small bed.

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

14 - Oh Why Won’t That Sun Appear

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: implied parental [emotional] neglect

Year: 1989

“Come on, Bobby, you can do it, sweetie!” Steve encouraged.

The family was at their local park picnicking on a patch on grass. Eddie knelt on the blanket, arms wide open, egging his daughter on. The pair had been trying to get the young girl to walk for the past month. She had been able to pull herself up on her own since she was six months old, and she was able to walk with assistance, but she had yet to do it by herself.

Steve was only a few feet away with Bobby between his legs so she wouldn’t fall backwards. He held onto her hands and leaned her forward, trying to get her feet moving. Bobby, however, thought it was a silly game, giggling every time she was leaned in a direction. Steve fed into her little game and began swinging her from her arms.

The little girl’s laugh was infectious. Her tiny button nose scrunched with each giggle, eyes squeezed shut, and tiny bits of drool pooled at the corners of her mouth. Soon, Steve threw her up into his arms where he was spinning her around. Bobby’s laugh and playful screams filled the air as she spent quality time with her dad.

Eddie watched the two of them fondly from the blanket, pouring himself a fresh glass of sparkling cider. As he started to take a sip, he saw Steve start to throw Bobby higher and higher into the air. Eddie choked on his drink before he was able to holler a warning.

“Stevie!” he coughed. “Please be careful! I worked very hard for her, I don’t need you breaking her.”

“I got her, Eds, don’t worry.”

“Okay, if you say so…”

When Bobby finally got worn out, Steve passed her to Eddie, where she cuddled against his chest, smushing her cheeks into him. Eddie ran his fingers through her tight curls and held her close. She sat between his legs, cozying up before dozing off to sleep.

Eddie began humming Golden Slumbers to her as he rubbed tiny circles on her back. Steve passed Eddie a blanket so he could wrap the little girl up for her nap. While it was mildly uncomfortable, Eddie didn’t mind the position Bobby was in—as long as she was comfortable, he was happy.

“You sure you don’t want another one?” Steve asked.

“Positive,” Eddie chuckled. “So, do you have anymore ideas for Bee’s birthday?”

“It’s still two months away, Ed.”

“No, I know, but I think we should start sending out invites.”

“Why?”

“Have you met your children? They’re all so stupid—it’ll take them ages to figure out what to get Bee.”

“Hey, give them a little more credit. They made that t-shirt you love.”

“I know, I know, but once they start to develop little personalities, I feel like it’s harder to get things.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“So any ideas?”

“What about just Halloween themed? It is her actual birth-day, isn’t it?”

“I think a horror movie themed party is a bit much for Bobbs right now.”

“What? No, I mean the actual holiday, stupid.”

“Oh… well, still, too predictable. What about DnD?”

“What would that even look like, Ed? Like, how on earth would you throw a Dungeons and Dragons party for a one-year-old?”

“Okay, so picture it. We create her a character and have everyone invited come dressed as their character. After all, it is still Halloween.”

“What if they’re like me and don’t have one?”

“Then create one! It’s a party for a one-year-old. Who gives a shit if it’s actually accurate. I mean, ideally, it is your actual character, but an exception can be made for you, Stevie.”

“Oh, my hero.” Steve rolled his eyes. “So everyone comes as their character, we create one for Bee, then what?”

“Well, we’d create a one-shot campaign for the duration of the party that centers around Bobbs. Each quest is centered around our little birthday girl.”

“Huh… that’s actually not a bad idea at all.”

“Wait, you really like it?”

“Yeah… I do…”

The coming months were spent planning a campaign for the impending birthday girl. Eddie carefully monitored his daughter to see the traits she was coming to develop. He spent countless hours creating her character—eventually, he got it.

Bobby Judas Harrington was set to be a first level Neutral Good Human Paladin. While she was young, he knew in his heart of hearts that she was destined to be the best person she could possibly be. She was adaptable and takes adventure seriously—after all, she was half Harrington and half Munson, wasn’t she?

Finally, Bobby’s first birthday had arrived. Everyone came dressed as their DnD characters, and those who didn’t have one just chose a race to be. Steve wasn’t too creative, so (like his daughter) he was a human, Robin was an elf, and Eleven was an orc. For those who were already established in the game, they came dressed as their own characters. Eddie was a vampire, Will was a wizard, Lucas was a knight, and so on.

She may not have quite understood what was going on, but Bobby was having the time of her life. The fantasy world her fathers created around her was so endlessly magical, she simply couldn’t get enough of it. All her aunts and uncles helped make this a reality, and they would all do it a million times over.

The birthday girl ran throughout the house (surprising, as she only learned to walk a month ago) causing terror to each and every one of the cardboard demogorgons that were set up in the house. She had stolen several peoples “weapons” and was slaying any beast that crossed her path.

“At this rate, she’ll be able to beat you,” Dustin teased.

“That’s the goal,” Eddie smirked. “She’s a fucking menace, I swear.”

“I’d be more shocked if she wasn’t.”

“Yeah, well, she’s half Steve, so I can dream.”

“Have you met Steve?”

“Touché.”

“Bubba! Bubba!” Bobby giggled as she ran into Eddie’s legs. Eddie looked at the girl with wide eyes, blinking aimlessly. “Bubba!” She made grabby hands at him.

“Holy shit, you’re talking… oh, my god, holy shit!”

“Bubba!” she whined.

“Sorry, Bee, sorry. I’m right here.” He picked her up and held her on his hip. “Excuse me, Henderson, I need to find my wife.”

“He’s in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, kind sir. See you in Mordor.”

Eddie gently pat Dustin’s head as he carried Bobby into the kitchen where Steve was tidying up a bit before bringing out the cake. He ran up to his husband, clutching their toddler close, as he got right in Steve’s face.

“Can I help you?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, Bee, can he help me?” Bobby stared at him blankly. Steve raised a brow as he continued washing some dishes.

“Ed? Are you losing it?”

“No, she was just talking, I swear!”

“What?” Steve gasped. “What did she say?”

“She said ‘bubba’! I’m assuming instead of ‘papa’, but I’ll take it!”

“Oh, my goodness! What a smart little girl!”

Steve snatched her from Eddie, placing a million tiny kisses on her cheeks. Her infectious laugh echoed throughout the room as she pushed against his face, being tickled by his stubble.

“Dada! Ahh!” She giggled and screamed as Steve hugged her closer. Tears prickled at Steve’s eyes as he heard his daughter shout ‘dada’, a sound he never thought would be so sweet.

“Daddy loves you so much,” Steve whispered, placing a final kiss into her curly locks.

He began sobbing, heart overflowing with joy. All he could think was how his parents (or even Eddie’s) were ever able to walk away from moments like these. Steve wanted to freeze time—he wanted to be in that moment for the rest of his life. With his husband smiling at their beautiful daughter, gently running his ringed hand over her head. His daughter, snuggling herself against his chest, firmly grasping at his shirt’s collar, laughing so loud that the entire world could hear.

In that moment, life was perfect.

But, time is funny that way. The moments you want to stick around forever seem to slip through your fingers the fastest. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop time. Bobby was getting older by the second, and Steve just knew he had to relish in the little moments, because they’d be gone before he knew it.

And in the blink of an eye, the moment was gone.

Robin was calling the boys in from the living room, encouraging them to bring the cake out so everyone could sing happy birthday.

Steve screwed his eyes shut, wishing he could teleport back in time, but it was to no avail. He weakly smiled and hiked Bobby up on his hip, pinching her little cheeks. Bobby scrunched her face and raised her shoulders to her ears, giggling infectiously.

Eddie grabbed the little one’s birthday cake and balanced it in one hand as he lit the candle with the other. Robin dimmed all the lights in the living room as Bobby and her cake were carried in.

Everyone burst into the happy birthday song, mildly startling Bobby, but she quickly adapted and smiled ear to ear at her loving family. Everyone she loved most in the world was there, from her dads, to her pop-pop [Wayne], to her auntie Robin, to all her other loving aunts and uncles.

Eddie set the cake down on the coffee table as Steve sat Bobby down on the floor. The boys knelt down next to their baby girl, smiling proudly. Eddie wrapping his left arm around Steve and held onto Bobby with his right. Steve clung to his daughter as he leaned into his husband—everyone singing made everything so surreal.

“Happy birthday, Bobby… happy birthday to you!”

“Blow out the candle, Bee,” Eddie encouraged.

“Bubba bubba bubba,” she hummed over and over again.

“Blow, sweetie.” Eddie softly exhaled as he tried showing Bobby what to do. “Come on, papa and daddy will help. On three, Bee and Stevie. One, two, three.”

The family blew onto the singular candle as the pack of people cheered. Robin snapped a few photos and smiled fondly at everyone.

“Happy birthday, Bobbs,” Robin whispered. “We love you.”

“Alright, guys, there’s a sheet cake in the kitchen—help yourselves!” Steve announced. “This is all for you, pretty girl,” Steve said as he removed the candle from the personal cake. “Enjoy, sweet girl.”

He placed a kiss on top of her head before sighing and staring at his husband. Eddie was pushing Bobby’s hair behind her ear as he scooped her into his lap so she could reach the cake easier. Eddie eventually felt Steve staring at him and chuckled.

“What?” Eddie smiled.

“Nothing.” Steve shook his head and shrugged. “Just happy.”

“Just happy?”

“Really, really happy.”

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a/n: i spent SO LONG researching dnd characters/races and did a 140-question long quiz and everything to try and determine what kind of character bobby would be and her class and all that. please, for the love of god, don’t let this flop.

[decembercamiecherries]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "decembercamiecherries "?

Thanks if you want to answer.....

Yeah, of course you can ask! ^-^

My username came from my ao3 username - decembercamie. 'December' is my favorite time of the year and my birth month, 'camie' is supposed to stand for the camellia flower somehow lol. When I made my tumblr account I made it with decembercamie as my username buuuuuut I accidentally forgot my password so I had to make a new account with a new username. I like cherries so that's literally the only reason why I chose to add 'cherries' onto my ao3 username for my tumblr username.

For your first question, I wasn't sure if you were asking about my fav fics that I've written or fav fics that I've read? I went with fav fics I've read but if you meant something else just send me another ask!

Here's my current favorite top-ten fics I've read in no particular order:

Atlas (star trek, spirk) - a re-imagined what if au about what would happen after the events of the first movie and it features genius!Kirk which I absolutely love. I reread this at least once a year.

2. Miracle Child (Homestuck, gamkar) - also a what if au about what might have happened if the characters completed the game earlier and reset both the troll and human universes. It's set only in the troll universe, though. I came for the gamkar but I stayed for the awesome world building and incredible OCs. I also reread this one at least once a year.

3. A Heavy Heart (Homestuck, gamkar) - a bit of a reversed hemospectrum au mashed with a royalty au. I love this author in general for their gamkar but this fic of theirs has all my fav tropes.

4. from the rivers of our palms (x-men first class, cherik) - I'm pretty sure this fic is what inspired me to write my own hxh daemon au series because this is the best daemon au fic I've found and it inspires me every time I reread it. The cherik in this is excellent and I loved their daemons' personalities too.

5. from stardust to stars (hxh, killugon) - all of xyliane's fics are absolute perfection but this fic is the first of theirs I read and it still makes me cry to this day. The world building is really interesting, I wish I could read another couple thousand words more about it. It also inspired me to write my hxh alice in wonderland fic out of order, as this is the only other story I've read that is told like that.

6. 108 degrees (hxh, killugon) - I have a lot of fav hxh killugon fics but this one is just really fun to read. It's not that deep, it's basically a short one shot of aged up!killugon getting together on a really hot day, but god damn does it make me happy.

7. All Things Belong (mdzs, wwx + the Wens, wangxian) - this fic features Wei Wuxian receiving all the love, pampering and recognition he deserves from the most powerful cultivation family and I love that for him. The Wens are fleshed out characters in this and I love how they all fall in love with Wei Wuxian while remaining a threat to everyone else involved. Even if this fic is never completed I will adore it to the end of time.

8. Starved Stunted Juvenility (mdzs, wangxian) - what if au in which wangxian get together during their Cloud Recesses days. This fic has everyone in character, everyone falling in love with and being protective over and spoiling Wei Wuxian, incredible action scenes, a seriously well thought-out plot and world building, wonderful OCs AND it is still being regularly updated despite being over 750k WORDS LONG. I would worship the ground this author walks on if I could because oh my god.

9. Rule Number One: Don't Get Attached (mdzs, wangxian) - all of my favorite tropes and aus mashed into one fic, featuring badass/genius!Wei Wuxian and dark!Lan Wangji. This author is also just an excellent wangxian writer, I've really enjoyed all their stuff but this fic of theirs in particular is so my type that it's kind of insane lol.

10. the kind that lasts forever (tgcf, hualian) - I read this fic back when I still hadn't finished tgcf yet because it is a modern au so I wouldn't be too spoiled, and I liked it so much that I chased it down again to reread it, and then searched for it AGAIN just to bookmark it. It is hysterical. I legit laughed out loud several times even when re-reading it a second and third time.