#mommas out there: is this the start of baby fever ?

[simgerale]

what does it mean when you’ve never had a dream about your future children and then you have baby dream and you can vividly remember what your son looked like, when no other people in your dreams seem to have faces

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

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

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

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

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

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

[love-toxin]

The way you write Tommy is just UUGH

I just wanna pin him down and ride him until he has nothing left to give :((( like gimme his chunky babies!! 😭🙏

oh noooooooo........my gears are turning......tommy with an obsessed s/o that wants to bump uglies constantly......MMMRRRROOWWWW!!!

he's so flattered, but so edgy about it cause momma can't overhear him engaging in premarital sex!!! especially not the type you like where it's just messy and raw and rough and you leave spit and slick everywhere, all over his hairy chest and his lap and your clothes. you have to do it in the barn in the hayloft and its STILL loud, still so sloppy he has to carry you in the house just so none of his family notice the dark stains on your clothes.

but can he complain? no. cause you're the only one who's ever seen him as a man and not just a mistake, and it's not like he doesn't like seeing you so needy all the time. you could be doing this to any other guy but you wanna do it to him--him! a nobody, a wretched defect like him! you must be an angel. or maybe you're a devil cause you fuck as nasty as one. he loves the scrape of your nails through his hair as you drag them down his sweaty chest, when you're perched like a pretty sculpture on his lap. his thighs jiggle every time you bounce on it--his cock, that's what you call it--and you can't help but grip them, squeeze them for balance but also cause you just love the feel of him everywhere. his belly doesn't bother you nor does the grime and sweat caking his skin, nor the dirt under his fingernails or his maddening, untrimmed bush that radiates out to his thighs like a curly black cloud.

it doesn't matter if he's been working in the slaughterhouse all day, shoveling pig shit, or doing any of his other messy chores. when you give him that look like you wanna eat him right up, he's completely at your mercy and he loves every fucking minute of it. you look at him like he's a piña colada in the desert and you'll die if you don't get a sip.

and that's before you start getting hit with baby fever. suddenly, almost out of the blue, you're picking through baby clothes in the trunks upstairs and finding old rattles and toys that are barely holding together. Tommy's baby bottles that Luda Mae kept and never threw away cause she could never bear to part with her sweet baby's things, even after he'd grown up and out of them. it's the sentiment that really gets you and then you're stuck thinking about babies, not just about what Tommy was like when he was that young, but what your babies together might look like. would they have his nice dark hair? his height? would they be hardworking and loyal like he is? would they be so committed to their family they would...

well, that part isn't important right at the moment. you're more concerned with making the babies than anything else--that's the fun part, after all. you keep dropping hints here and there but it's when Tommy finds you sewing together a stuffed bear he loved as a boy that he really starts thinking. you're so gentle with it. you clean him up and polish his little button eyes and patch up a hole on the arm where Hoyt 'accidentally' burned it with a cigarette while he was drunk. you put him back together and he looks almost brand new, newer than when he first had it and Luda Mae tenderly plucked it out of the dumpster to give to him for his birthday.

he gets it then. that night is deplorable when you two sneak out to the barn. Tommy's just as riled up as you are and when you realize he's not just fucking you for pleasure--this time, he's fucking to breed--your sobs and choked-up squeals have to be muffled by his thick fingers stuffed in your mouth. he hooks them and drags your face closer to his chest for you to suffocate between his pecs, cause he needs both hands to grip your waist and jam you down on his cock like he's shoving a cork back in a wine bottle. you're just so little compared to him and such a tight squeeze, he can't help getting a little rough when he wants in! it's just prepping you for birth. you're gonna need to squeeze out plenty of kids for him after this, and with his size? they're gonna be little monsters to try and deliver, just like he was.

but you love him and that's why you're doing this. that's why you let his nuts drag down your ass on every deep, near-painful thrust, and why you let him beat your cunt like he hates you when there's nothing but pure love and possessiveness in his eyes. that's why, when you squirm to get away, he knows you don't really mean it and slams your hips back down for you to howl like a cat in heat. that's why he can't let you sleep until sunrise, when you're half-conscious and spasming with leg twitches, cause the seed pooling in your tummy hasn't stopped leaking out from every time he's planted his roots into your squishy womb. he's gotta make sure it takes just in case you change your mind. once you get pregnant, then you really are part of the family--you'll be a Hewitt just like all the rest of them, birthing the next generation of Hewitts to keep the family roots strong <3

[sc0tters]

Distance Apart | Nico Hischier

summary: sometimes all you need is your boyfriend, even if that means he has to put his family above his team.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, like one mention of blood.

word count: 2.78K

authors note: we are back with the Rosie universe! I miss writing for dad Nico and when I asked you guys said you wanted it in this universe so here it is! we have a bit of angst in it but I like how it got to in the end.

pt 1

You were tired. 

Rosie had decided that she wanted nothing to do with you after you started showing. You were now seven months pregnant with your baby boy and Rosie was hating it. The poor season that the devils were having, left Rosie and you walking on eggshells around Nico who was constantly stressed out. What made it all that much worse was the fact that Nico hadn’t seen you in weeks and now he was on a road trip with the team.

Nico tried everything to convince you to come with him on the trip but as you couldn’t sleep through the night as your back was killing you. To make matters even worse, Rosie was now feeling your nightly pain as she was having nightmares every night. You were running on mere minutes of sleep which was only going to grow less as Rosie started running a fever. 

Yet, still that wasn’t your biggest problem. You were in his cabin in Bern with Rosie as you prepped for the arrival of your new addition. It had been a month since you saw Nico as he came to see you, not hesitating to come during the all star break. But now you were counting down the days until you were no longer a single parent “I know Rosie.” You sighed getting up to hear the sounds of her sobs echoed in the baby monitor. 

Her new favorite thing to do was cry for her father “papa!” Rosie wailed as her lights turned on looking for her father’s face “you know he is home my love.” You ran your hands through your greasy hair that you couldn’t remember when you last got the chance to wash it as it seemed that you had been rocking the messy bun for days.

She continued to cry as her red cheeks meant she wasn’t getting any better “let’s go sit outside.” You offered hoping that her play mat would be enough to calm her down whilst she sucked on one of her old frozen teething toys. The 15 month old clung to your shirt hanging to the faint scent of her father that the shirt still had. You attacked what remained of his closet as nothing from your own seemed to fit anymore “I know I miss him too.” You nodded as you sat her on her mat seeing the picture of her and Nico that sat on the table ahead of you both.

It seemed that the world was on your side as your phone began to ring, causing your gaze to snap from the picture “I will be right back. You announced getting up to grab your phone from the kitchen where you’d get her a teether, hoping it would act like a popsicle. Your phone screen was lit up by Nico’s contact just like he promised to call when he got to Las Vegas. You took less than a second to grip your phone to answer the call “hey schatzi!” Nico shut his door smiling as he got to see your face again. 

You wanted to tell Nico all about the day you had but instead when Rosie let out a cheer you were reminded of who really needed to see him “Rosie I have your dad!” You announced coming back into the living room with both your phone and the frozen toy.

Nico was full of concern seeing how you never even took the chance to speak to him “hi maus.” He cooed sending her a wave as she sucked on the ice piece “papa!” She sent him a toothy smile whilst you held the phone. All the medicine that Rosie needed was her father’s attention. The duo continued this conversation which was primarily just Nico talking to his daughter ass she nodded along like she understood what he said. 

You began to take the moment to shut your eyes falling asleep with your head on the couch as you yawned “maus why don’t you let me talk to your momma?” Nico’s voice combined with Rosie tugging on your shirt it made you look up “hi Nico.” You forced a smile onto your lips.

Being with him for years though Nico knew that you were hiding something “think we should talk about Glasgow.” The Scottish city was in fact where you guys learnt that you were pregnant with Rosie. It was a reminder of the joyous memory, that you now both now used as a code word. Rosie was beginning to want to listen to every single conversation that you guys had, and now used it when you needed to talk about something in private. 

He watched you sit there as you tried to ignore his gaze “schatzi please.” He pleaded as he grew worried for what was going on with you in that moment “play with your toys and I’ll be right back.” You kissed Rosies head as she now seemed content with her practical popsicle.

You made the short walk back to the kitchen wanting to keep Rosie in your sights “how are you?” Nico wanted to drop the team and all of his responsibilities to be with you, as guilt consumed him that he wasn’t with you “and don’t lie to me because I will get my mother to move in there if you do.” The offer was something you then responded with being met with a break up. You did love his parents, but you weren’t going to lose your independence. 

Now though you were a fraction of that strong woman “I miss my sleep.” You began gripping your hand on your stomach as you let out a grunt “schatzi what is it?” Nico was ready to get out soon the next flight to see you.

You raised your hand to wave off his concern “Rosie can’t sleep and my body is killing me.” Your boobs throbbed under your touch as you groaned “you missing our favorite cure for that?” The captain teased, only to quickly realize that you weren’t in the right mood to hear him joke around. 

It was the glare that made him go quiet, opting to regret his sex offer. When you were close to having Rosie you only wanted to climb him like a tree and Nico wasn’t going to stop you as it made you feel comfortable. You groaned again as you were too tired to stay mad at him “I just need this baby out.” Your confession had two meanings, you were done with being pregnant and on top of that you needed your boyfriend back.

Rosie’s rattle echoed as she hit it on the floor “let me talk to my coach.” He could see how drained you looked with the stains on your (his) shirt “absolutely not.” You shook your head refusing to be the reason why he would leave his team “we can survive for the next month without you.” It was clear you were lying and it took Nico everything to keep his mouth shut as he sent you a look of concern.

He wanted to argue but knew that you’d just hang up “there is no harm in wanting a bit of help y/n.” He felt horrible that he couldn’t be there for you, but with your boy coming at the end of the season you both agreed it was best for you to be in Bern. His words made your gaze sharpen “I’m fine.” You snapped making him run his fingers through his hair as he let out a sigh.

The captain hated it when you got all closed up and refused to let him help “just let me in.” Nico pleaded as he watched you shake your head “it is hard to do that when you aren’t here!” You grumbled reminding him of the fact that you were practically alone. Your tone made Rosie cry, causing your head to snap in her direction.

Your fingers rubbed your temples as you groaned “look I need to go get that.” It was the last thing either of you needed as you hung up letting Nico see his reflection in the screen “fuck!” He groaned throwing his phone across his room in frustration.

This time you were lucky that all Rosie wanted was company “papa!” She cried gripping her hands out to hold you “I know honey.” You sighed pulling her into your arms as you began to rock her trying to soothe your upset toddler “I miss him too.” Yelling at him was the first time you felt like you had any kind of control over something in days and now here you were feeling like an ass.

On the other side of the world after sleeping on it Nico was shoving his things back into his suitcase “what are you doing?” Timo furrowed his eyebrows as he walked in to see a disheveled Nico rummaging around his room “I need m-my passport and I can’t.” Nico sat on his bed not knowing much of what to do.

He was grateful that you made him bring it all of his roadies now in case you gave birth when he was gone “but can you breathe for me?” Timo crouched in front of his captain wondering what could have pushed him to this as Nico nodded “then I’m pretty sure you need this if you want to meet your baby boy.” The blonde fiddled with the passport in his hand as he waved it in front of his teammate.

Nico felt his eyes go wide seeing the book he tried so hard to find “it was on the table when I walked in.” Timo explained as he watched the captain get up “my girls need me.” Nico reminded himself of the reason why he was leaving this team “go get ‘em then.” Timo sent the boy a salute as he watched him run out of his room. 

After an argument you and Nico usually didn’t talk until you both calmed down, but now you were sat staring at your phone as you reread the headline Nico Hischier will be taking a leave of absence for personal reasons. Nina sensed your worry as she handed you a cup of tea “I’m sure he is coming here because he wants to check on you both.” You called his sister in tears when you realized you had gone too far in getting mad at him.

You nodded hoping she was right “but what if he just goes back to his apartment instead?” You asked watching Rosie smile at Nina “and it seems like I am the only person she cries around.” You mumbled pushing your head into the pillow behind you.

Nina pulled her niece onto her lap “Nico is in love with you and Rosie loves you too.” She reminded you as she placed her hand on your knee “you are a great mom and don’t forget it.” As you stared at the garden in front of you Nina knew you had every worst case scenario run through your mind as you were a mess. The calmest girl she had ever met was now focused on everything that wasn’t her.

You forced a smile onto your lips as you tried to act receptive to the compliment “look I have to get to work but don’t forget you call if you need anything.” Nina kissed Rosie’s head as she didn’t want to leave you two alone “I will.’ You nodded watching her leave.

After she left you couldn’t shake the fact that you were failing, as a partner, a mother, and even a pregnant woman. So as Rosie went down for a nap you opted for a shower, forcing yourself out of your clothes as you went to shower. As the warm water hit your skin you forgot how great it felt to let the lavender scent of your shower gel invade your nostrils. But not even that soothing scent could calm you down from the pain you felt in your stomach “ahhh.” You moaned running your hand under your belly as something felt off, the water turned a shade of crimson red only making you panic.

Each moment faded into the next as you got out of the shower and grabbed whatever clothing you could find rushing to the door as you picked up Rosie and your delivery bag from the front door. Tears clouded your eyes as you drove yourself to the hospital feeling as alone as ever.

Nico was surprised to see Nina stood at the airport waiting for him, but when he saw the fear in her eyes he knew something was wrong “the baby is coming.” His mom had come to the hospital after she was called with Rosie needing supervision “no we still have over a month.” Nico felt his mouth go dry as he shook his head

Nina nodded as she shrugged “I know but he is coming and has been for two hours now so hurry up.” She clasped her hands together taking his duffle as the siblings pushed out of the airport running to get to you.

The hospital room was quiet as you felt numb, by the time you had woken up again you were no longer pregnant and couldn’t even hold him as he was in ICU “schatzi.” Nico gasped seeing you look up at him “I’m so sorry.” You apologized feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shook your head thinking about how the last thing you did was yell at him.

Nico couldn’t let you continue as he wrapped his arms around you “no baby don’t say that.” He kissed your head as his thumb wiped away your tears from your cheek “I didn’t even get to see him.” All you got was a nurses description of your baby.

It killed him hearing the pain in your voice “been told he is okay and strong.” Nico squeezed your shoulders as he watched you nod trying to calm down “really?” It made you feel like you really did get to see him.

He moved to sit in front of you taking up the side of your bed as he nodded “I really am sorry for everything I said though.” You reached out for his hand honestly glad to see that he really was there “can we agree to never fight over the phone again.”He announced making you quickly nod “it’s far more enjoyable making you sleep on the couch when I see it happen.” Your joke made him suck at his teeth only causing your grin to grow wider.

There was a moment where the two of you were able to just enjoy each others company “I really have missed you.” You mumbled watching him move closer to you “then it is a good thing I have the next three weeks off.” Nico kissed your lips as you furrowed your eyebrow.

As you cocked your head you wanted to point out that he only had two weeks nobody needs to know that you are no longer pregnant.” He shrugged resting his forehead against yours “I love you so much.” You mumbled kissing his lips once more.

Hours had passed and you had taken a nap and were now clear and ready to see your boy “you better not crash me Hischier.” You warned placing your feet on your footrests “would be a funny way to end this date.” He teased making you giggle before you winced “don’t make me laugh you ass.” You groaned gripping at your stomach trying to avoid the stitches from the c-section wound.

He squeezed your shoulder as an apology “you ready to see our boy?” There was a hopefulness in his voice as he looked to the room number in the NICU “you know it.” You nodded failing to hide the grin on your face as he pushed you into the room.

You let out a gasp seeing him laying in his crib “he’s so sweet.”  You pressed your hand against your chest as you cooed “c’mon mama let’s see him.” Nico held his hand out to yours.

The captain helped you up looking around to make sure you guys weren’t caught by any nurses “he is perfect.” You felt your voice break as you smiled “little Elias is all ours too.” Nico watched how your eyes couldn’t leave him.

It was the happiest he had seen you in weeks “so how long until you’re clear for our favorite activity?” Nico smirked as he ran his fingers along your back “I just got the last one out, you are celibate for the foreseeable.” You warned sending him a glare as he laughed kissing your temple.

“There’s my girl.”

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Bonding

Summary: You and Javi just brought your daughter Lucy home from the hospital. While the two of you couldn't be more in love and excited at the addition of your newest family member, it doesn't mean that you both aren't feeling some of the nerves of being first time parents.

Word Count: 2.4K (She's reasonable, your honor)

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: This is honestly just pure, sweet, sickening, fluff, mentions of body insecurity postpartum, worry/anxiety about being a first time parent, Javi snuggling a newborn baby skin on skin (it needs a warning fr), Javi being the cutest dad ever to exist, Javi is in full on dad mode, ladies and gents (gn) 🫡

A/N: This was inspired after reading @kteague adorable post about Frankie carrying his daughter in a baby sling, and I couldn't help but picture sweet Javi as a first time dad cuddling with his baby girl 😭🥺 and to @endlessthxxghts for being a bad influence 💀Y ou know for a fact that Lucy's got Javi wrapped around her finger from the moment she's born, and picturing the adorable bond these two have makes me want to melt into a puddle 🫠 also I have a raging case of baby fever, but let's pretend that wasn't entirely the motive to write this or that I'm not projecting at all WHOOPS

Part of the Forever and Always Series!!

From the moment you had found out you were pregnant, you had no doubt that Javi was going to be nothing short of the best dad you could have ever hoped for. Before your daughter was even born, Javi had completely flipped the switch into full Dad Mode, spending the past 9 months coming with you to every single doctor’s appointment, baby proofing every square inch of your home, and checking out (and re-checking out) every parenting book he could get his hands on at the library. 

So it was safe to say, that once you brought Lucy home from the hospital to start your life together as a family of 3, if Javi hadn’t already been full force into Dad Mode, he sure as hell was now, and was going to do anything and everything he could to make sure that the two most important girls in his life were showered with every ounce of love and affection he had. 

It was also safe to say that even though he wouldn’t admit it, Javi was also an absolute nervous wreck at the reality that he was now actually a dad to a tiny newborn daughter that had been brought into the world. 

“You think that her diaper is snug enough? Should I get a bottle ready just in case she gets hungry? Different pajamas to sleep in before we put her down?” Javi asked, carefully cradling Lucy against his chest as you passed her off to him, planting a soft kiss on her head, gently bouncing her up and down. 

“Javi,” You laughed leaning in to give your sleepy daughter a kiss on the messy tufts of hair ruffled on her head before looking back up at your husband, “I’m going to take a shower, not leaving for war. I’ll be quick, so that way if she needs me then I’ll-” 

“Hermosa,” he paused, raising an eyebrow at you as he smiled, “take as long as you need, okay? I’m just asking to make sure so I don’t have to bother you. Take an hour, hell, take 3 hours for all I care, you deserve it, Momma. I can’t imagine how exhausted you are. Me and Lucy Goosey will be just fine, won’t we, mi amor (my love)?” 

The two of you smiled as Lucy quietly cooed, your grin spreading even wider watching Javi’s face light up with joy as he looked down at his daughter, your heart practically bursting at the seams with how in love he was with her. But even through the pure bliss in Javi’s eyes, you couldn’t help but sense a nervous twinge in his voice, knowing that in the short day and a half that you’d been home from the hospital, even though you were only a room away, this was the first time that Javi was in charge of Lucy all by himself. And because you knew your husband better than you knew yourself, you knew that despite the fact Javi was probably better prepared for parenting than you were, he was secretly terrified he was going to do something that would hurt his precious baby girl, and the thought of that? That scared the shit out of him. 

“Javi?” You said again, gently rubbing your hand against his arm, forcing his gaze to shift on to you and your tired smile. “Honey, you know you’re an amazing dad right? But, I can guarantee that even though we would do anything and everything for this stinker, we’re gonna mess up at some point. You love her so much, and that’s all that matters, okay? I love you, Jav.” 

You could feel some of the tension begin to ease from Javi’s body, looking back down at Lucy before back to you, taking in a deep breath, and softly nodding his head to himself. 

“I know, it’s just- She’s so perfect. I wanna give her everything. I just, I just wanna be a good dad. I just want her to know that I love her so much.” 

As if you weren’t already an emotional mess, watching the tears well in Javi’s eyes as he gazed down at Lucy, looking at her like she was the only thing the world that existed, had your hormonal heart bursting into a million pieces, now trying to wipe your own wetness streaming down your cheeks. 

“Javi, I don’t think it’s possible for you to love that little girl anymore than you already do.” You sighed, stepping in to press a kiss onto Javi’s lips before another onto Lucy’s head. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower before I become even more of a hot mess than I already am. You sure you’re gonna be okay?” 

“Thanks, Osita. We’ll be just fine. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jav.” 

“And hey, you’re not a hot mess, just hot.” Javi smirked, making you roll your eyes as you gestured to yourself and the undeniably disheveled state you were in. 

“Javi, I look like I just rolled out of a dumpster. I am literally wearing an adult sized diaper.” 

“And no one’s ever made an adult sized diaper look hotter, Hermosa.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a snort, shaking your head at your husband as you finally turned to head out of the nursery, giving Javi and Lucy one last wave before disappearing out of the door frame and into the bathroom for a much needed shower. 

“Alright, it’s just you and me, pollita (little chicken).” Javi smiled, rocking Lucy against your chest, taking a deep breath of reassuring confidence, feeling more self-assured about his time alone. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, huh?” With another kiss on Lucy’s head, Javi carefully laid her down on her changing table, reaching into one of the drawers to pull out a tiny onesie covered in pink flowers and strawberries. 

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself at how absolutely tiny the pair of pajamas felt in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that all of this was real- for so long, Javi had been convinced a family of his own would never be in the cards for him, and for as much as it hurt, he’d come to accept it. But when you had come into his life and given him the second chance that he had so desperately longed for, he still couldn’t quite believe how he had deserved to find himself here with a beautiful family, a wife and daughter he loved more than life itself, and how he couldn’t have been happier to be dressing his newborn baby girl into a pair of tiny pink pajamas. 

Checking Lucy’s diaper and tossing her clothes into the hamper, Javi zipped her up into her pajamas, noticing that she was starting to get squirmy and fussy, he quickly picked her back up, pressed against his chest as he made his way over to the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. 

Despite the steady movement back and forth and the gentle rocking, Lucy’s cries only started to become louder, Javi trying his best to keep calm despite the fact his heart was racing, thinking he had already done something wrong to upset his daughter in the few short minutes they had been together. 

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhhhh, it’s okay bebita, it’s okay.” Javi cooed, gently patting Lucy’s back to try and soothe her. “What’s wrong, huh? It’s not your diaper, Momma fed you before she got in the shower, I wonder if it’s-” 

Before Javi could finish the rest of his mental checklist outloud, he was looking down at his shoulder to see the little dribbles of spit-up drooling from Lucy’s mouth onto his shirt, quietly laughing to himself at the mystery that had seemed to solve itself. 

“Alright, well that was easy. Let’s get you cleaned up, messy miss.” 

Standing up to bring Lucy back to the changing table, he laid her down to reach into another drawer to grab one of the many burp cloths that had been stored away to wipe up Lucy’s little face before he was back to the pajama drawer, pulling out another pair to change her into. But as he tossed Lucy’s second outfit in 10 minutes into the laundry, he couldn’t help but notice the giant spit stain drenching his own shoulder. Not wanting to have to lay Lucy back into his damp shirt, he stared down at his daughter in nothing but her diaper, thinking back to the advice from the plethora of parenting books he had consumed and a few days ago after Lucy’s birth, where the nurses had been adamant about making sure both you and Javi spent plenty of skin on skin time with the baby. 

Trying to fight off any self-doubt or need for reassurance, Javi took a deep breath as he stared down at Lucy, still restless and crying on her changing table before stripping his own shirt and tossing it in with the other tiny items of laundry that had quickly accumulated throughout the day. 

“Okay, c’mere mi amorcita (my little love), it’s okay, I’ve got you. Shhhhhh, I’ve got you, baby girl.” Javi cooed, carefully cradling his daughter to his bare chest, feeling the heat of her tiny body pressed against his as he sat back down in the rocking chair, resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t cry, pollita, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

After a few seconds of whispered reassurances and gentle rocks back and forth, Javi let out a quiet sigh of relief as Lucy’s cries began to lessen, slowly fading from wails to muffled tears against Javi’s chest. 

“That’s it, see, it’s okay, baby girl.” Javi softly smiled, pressing a tender kiss into Lucy’s soft hair before reaching over to the small bookshelf next to the rocking chair, pulling a well loved copy of “Goodnight Moon” into his lap, trying his best to maneuver it open to the first page with his one free hand. “You never got to meet your Grandma Lucia, but that’s who you’re named after. A long time ago, this was Daddy’s favorite book to listen to her read. This is his book when he was a little boy, and now I’m so happy it gets to be yours.” Almost as if little Lucy knew, her crying began to calm even more to listen to her dad as he began to read. 

“In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon and a picture of…” 

As Javi began to read each page, Lucy became quieter and quieter, and by the time they had said goodnight to kittens and mittens, and clocks and socks, Little Lucy was sound asleep on Javi’s chest, her soft snores rumbling on his skin. 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere. And goodnight my sweet Lucy Goosey. Daddy loves you so much.” Javi cooed, gently rubbing his thumb in circles along Lucy’s back as he tilted his head against the back of the rocking chair, the back and forth and weight of his sleeping daughter on his chest slowly just enough to the weight of his eyelids droop to a close right along side Lucy’s. 

After a long, hot, and much needed shower, you had changed into some new pajamas, throwing your still damp hair into a towel as you headed down the hallway towards the nursery, surprised and slightly concerned by the lack of noise coming from the room. 

“Hey baby, I’m all done with the shower if you want me too- Oh my god.” Before you could even make it all the way through the door, you were stopped in your tracks, covering your mouth with your hand to try and cope with the cuteness overload that was in front of you. 

There, in the corner of the room sat Javi and Lucy in the rocking chair, the pair sound asleep and snoring as Lucy lay against his bare chest, “Goodnight Moon”  half open and slipping out of Javi’s lap from what you assumed had to have been the book he was reading to her before they clonked out. 

Your footsteps down the hallway must have been enough to wake Javi to the point that his eyes began to blink open, scrunching his face in a half awake yawn as he recognized your frame in the doorway, quickly shaking his head to bring himself back to full consciousness, immediately looking down at his chest to make sure Lucy was still there before looking back at you and the lovestruck grin spread between your cheeks. 

“You two having a good nap?” You giggled quietly, making your way over to stand next to the rocking chair, gently running your hand through the dark curls of Javi’s messy, sleep ridden hair, kissing his forehead, admiring your tiny daughter perched on your husband’s chest. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, hermosa. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.” Javi whispered, steadying his grip around Lucy as he sat up straighter. 

“Javi, don’t apologize, baby. I’m glad that you were able to get her to sleep for you. Did you read her “Goodnight Moon”? Glad to know it still works like a charm. I think she must already have it memorized at this point.” You smiled, picking the book up off of Javi’s lap, turning through the well worn pages, knowing how excited Javi had been to finally read it to her as he held her, despite all of the times he had read it to your belly while you were pregnant when it was the only ways to bring you some relief from the constant kicking in your last trimester. 

“Yeah we did, didn’t we, sleepy girl? Although I didn’t realize that “Goodnight Dad” was the last page of the book I must have been missing all this time.” Javi laughed, readjusting Lucy as she let out a tiny yawn, stretching her little body against Javi’s. 

“Well, if every time you read “Goodnight Moon” to this little cutie, you end up shirtless with Lucy asleep on your chest, I don’t think that I’ll have anything to ever complain about again, except for the fact I’m gonna die of cuteness. God, you two are so adorable. You have a good time with your Daddy, baby girl? I hope you know that you’ve got him wrapped around your little tiny finger, Little Miss. He loves you so much.” 

“God, you’ve got that right. Have you ever seen anything so perfect? She’s perfect, Osita. I love her more than anything. I love our family so much. Thank you.” Javi whispered, trying to fight back the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Thank me for what, Javi?” 

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

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[dyeher]

Warnings: dad! mitsuya, husband! mitsuya, possible breeding [fic ends before spicy shit].

Notes: mitsuya fluff inspired by my baby fever. unedited read at your own risk.

Notes: someone @audrinui <- said “tag Cass” so @s4no ❤️💋

It’s ten years later and Mitsuya is scowling at a tiny version of himself who has just managed to unravel an entire spool of red fabric onto the floor of his home workshop.

He takes a deep breath, crouching so he’s eye level with the little boy.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come in here?”

The little boy nods.

“So why are you in here?”

The boy blinks rapidly and Mitsuya bites his tongue to stifle a sigh. He can feel the oncoming tantrum as it simmers in his son’s face.

“Hey,” Mitsuya tries to calm him before he even starts. “I’m not mad,” he puts his hands up in a motion of surrender. “I just want to know what you were looking for, little monster.”

The little boy frowns at the nickname, his fingers twining nervously in front of him as he debates whether or not his father is being honest.

“C’mon tell me,” Mitsuya encourages. “Maybe daddy can help you?”

His son cocks his head in a way that reminds him so much of himself that Takashi can’t hide his smile fast enough. The answering grin that splits his son’s face knocks the wind out of his lungs. His son might be a carbon copy of him but his smile was all you.

Mitsuya reaches for him, plucking him up into his arms and propping him on his hip. “Gonna tell me what you were looking for in here kid?”

“‘s looking for my surprise,” he answers, head ducking into Mitsuya’s neck.

Mitsuya heaves a defeated sigh. “Kid, we talked about this. You’ll ruin your own surprise if you find the present before your birthday.”

Mitsuya feels the pout against his neck. “But- but I want to know now.”

Mitsuya can sympathize. The waiting game is a hard game to play as an adult, he might not remember what it was like as a kid but he can imagine it must be hell. He casts a longing glance at the fabric on the floor before leaving the room and heading into the kitchen. “How about we do something else?”

His son pulls away from his neck. Eyes narrowing at his father. “Like what?”

Sometimes Mitsuya has to remind himself that his kid is seven years old. That he’s growing. Soon he’ll be ten and then eighteen and then he’ll be bringing a girl home, and then he’ll be moving out and the house will be back to peaceful. And his threads and fabrics will stay on their spools.

He frowns. He’s not sure he likes how fast his son is growing. There’s nothing appealing about an empty house anymore. He places his son on the counter and braces his hands on either side of him.

“Wanna bake cookies for your momma, little monster?”

His son’s eyes light up, widening as he nods enthusiastically. “Chocolate chip!” he yells and Mitsuya realizes with a sudden jolt of awareness that he wants another one.

Another kid.

He goes through the motions of baking with a seven-year-old, even indulging his son in a minor flour spat, and then cleans them both up. By the time you get home they’ve retired to the couch and your son tackles you down next to him.

Mitsuya is distracted. His earlier realization sitting heavy on his mind as he watches you get your son ready for bed. He listens and inputs dutifully during story time and then presses a kiss on his son’s head before following you to your shared room.

“Takashi?”

He jolts when you wrap your arms around his waist in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?”

He knows better than to try to tell you nothing at this point. If he’s so distracted you can sneak up at him he knows you’ll know he’s lying.

“I want another little monster,” he blurts, eyes closing when he feels you stiffen behind him.

“Are you sure?”

He meets your eyes in the mirror. “Positive.”

“And this isn’t just your desire to stuff me with cum?”

Mitsuya goes rigid, images flashing across his memory in rapid succession at your words. But- “No. I want another one,” he repeats. “Maybe a little girl this time.”

You squint at him. “Okay.”

He smiles. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow I know you’re tire—”

“Shut up and fuck me Takashi,” you chuckle, already backing away toward your bed. “Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

[onismdaydream]

can't get the thought out of my head of leon having baby fever with you. he already loves and adores you so much but one day, it hits him out of nowhere - he could start a family with you. he could have a family. and it just keeps snowballing from there.

he tries to be subtle at first, to be calm about it, but he just can't. he needs to get you pregnant asap or else he swears he's gonna explode.

(mdni. 18+. soft dom leon. fem reader. breeding kink. unprotected sex. pet names. oral (f receiving). slight size kink.)

so after a few weeks of trying to hint about it and not getting a solid answer from you, he wakes up to an empty bed (which is pretty rare, he's usually the one awake first) and he slowly makes his way out of the bedroom to find you in the kitchen, making some simple breakfast. the morning light bathing you in this golden glow and an old t-shirt of his hanging off your smaller frame, it sends him over the edge.

he immediately walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and nuzzling his face in your neck, his slight stubble making you giggle as you tell him good morning. instead of responding, leon starts kissing along your neck and jaw, featherlight at first before they begin to become more needy and incessant.

"leon," you gasp out, not expecting his teeth to graze along your skin - a promise for more. he groans and presses his body closer to yours, grinding against you in slow rolls of his hips as he continues to pepper you in wet kisses and faint marks.

"love you s'much, darling," his breath would ghost across your ear, the smallest shiver running through your body. "can't wait to make you a momma. my perfect little mommy." you call out his name again, his words making your cunt ache with need and your legs weak. his arms loosen around you, but only so his hands can rub at your stomach. "you'd look so pretty."

one of his hands dips down to slip under your panties, finding your arousal already coating the delicate fabric. he starts teasing your clit, his expertise in your body making you a whining mess in a matter or moments.

"c'mon, baby... what d'ya say?" one of your hands goes up to grab onto his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as his middle finger catches on your dripping hole. "let me put a baby in you."

the word 'yes' barely leaves your mouth before he picks you up and brings you back to bed. he's gentle as he strips off what little clothing you have on, leaving soft kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. he might be desperate for this moment, but you are his entire world and he'll be damned if he doesn't shower you in love every chance he gets.

he takes his time taking you apart, his lips and tongue working on your clit as two fingers slide in and out of you. leon can't help but watch your expressions in awe as you come undone. even though it's a sight he's seen countless times, he never gets used to it - the way your brows furrow and mouth parts, the light flush that coats your cheeks and chest, the way your body shakes as you let go - it's beautiful every time.

sliding his sweats down, he strokes his weeping cock while he gives you some time to come down from your climax. he leans over you, holding himself up with one hand, and kisses your jaw, whispering praises and compliments.

"always so pretty, my gorgeous baby. 'm so lucky." you grab the sides of his face, forcing him to look back up at you and capturing his mouth with your own.

once you both part for air, he rolls his hips against yours, his dick sliding across your wet folds. "please, baby. lemme fill you up." another desperate grind, the tip bumping your clit and making you buck against him. "can i? can i fill you up? please, want to s'bad."

nodding, leon slowly begins thrusting his cock inside you, giving you time to adjust as each inch sinks deeper. he feels your walls flutter around him, making him groan, his face buried in your neck yet again. "thank you, thank you, thank you."

his pace eventually gains speed and his dick brushes against your g-spot repeatedly, making both of you moan. you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles to drive him deeper inside you. the combination of your sensitivity from your earlier orgasm and his desperation lead to both of you approaching your climax quickly.

"'m so close, leon." you whine out, your hips grinding against his own as you try to push yourself over the edge. he carefully lowers himself to be held up by one arm and snakes a hand between your bodies, his thumb rubbing against your slippery clit.

"me too, angel." he grunts roughly, his breath becoming more erratic as his thrusts get sloppier. the dual stimulation makes the tight coil in your stomach snap and you feel your pussy spasm around his shaft. leon groans softly, his eyes shutting tight as he follows you after a handful of shallow thrusts. his dick twitches inside you, warm and sticky cum filling you up, and a whisper of an 'i love you' leaving his mouth.

leon stays inside you for a moment longer, the both of you catching your breath, before he pulls out, a bit of his jizz now beginning to seep out. he presses a sweet kiss to the side of your face and grabs some tissues from the night stand, gently cleaning you before wiping himself off. after discarding them, he carefully maneuvers you on your side so he can cuddle you, his hands rubbing random patterns on your skin as he holds you close.

"you're gonna be such a good mom," leon mumbles into your hair as sleep overtakes you.

[delopsia]

Thinking about all the things Rhett had to deal with while growing up on the Abbott ranch and how his world tips on its head when you come into his life.

He's forever conscious of how Perry was born out of love, and he was born because Royal realized that it would be cheaper to have his kids working than it was to hire help. Poor Cecelia was so blindsided by her baby fever that she didn't realize why Royal went back on his "I only want one kid" statement until after Royal hauled five-year-old Rhett out to work on the ranch for the third day in a row. An entire two years younger than Perry had been when he started working.

And the problem with Royal, is that arguing with him only makes him dig his heels into the dirt, refusing to sway on his decision.

Most of the kids in his school worked and had their responsibilities to help keep the household running, but Rhett was the only one who had to do his homework on the bus because otherwise, he wouldn't have time to do it until he went to bed. Just like he was the only kid to miss every single field trip, because why should he go to the zoo with his class when he could be working with Royal?

He doesn't understand why his dad snaps at him for crying over his injuries but soon comes a time when he doesn't care about the bruises littering his arms. Gets annoyed when Perry cries about crushing his hand. Nothing's broken; there's no reason to get worked up over it.

That exact thinking keeps him quiet the first time he gets hurt bullriding. So focused on chasing the same small-town glory as his father that he doesn't mind the sprained ankle. Getting on again and again because, for a few fleeting seconds, the crowd cheers his name, and the sound of their applause is the thing he's grown to crave.

There was some point when the workload in the house started shifting. When Perry was starting to reach the end of his high school days, started to fight a little harder against Royal's iron fist. And with an explosive temper that nearly dulls Royal's, it only made sense that he started getting his way. Enjoying days off, weekends spent touring colleges, and venturing out into the real world, because of how his explosive demeanor always devolved into threats that shook his momma to her core.

But one less pair of hands on the ranch meant that the others had to take on more work, and with Royal's old bull riding injuries coming back to bite him, Rhett was the only one capable of taking it on. But just because you can doesn't mean you should.

Hiring just one ranch hand would have made all the difference, but the prospect of losing money is something Royal's always disagreed with. Slowly, Rhett's work days grow longer. Dinner time no longer makes the end of his work, having to go back out to finish up while everyone else showers and settles in for the night. Waking up before school to get a head start on chores, hoping he'll be done early tonight.

It never happens. Where he finds free time, Royal finds things he could be doing, and Rhett starts learning that lying about needing to do store runs is the only way he'll get a break.

The way Royal refused to let him and Perry have cellphones until they turned eighteen and could buy them with their own money. The result of a privilege revoked after a thirteen-year-old Perry got caught on his phone at two in the morning ended with a smashed phone and a brutal reminder of where the eldest son gets his anger from.

A rule that was forced to be overturned when Rhett was sixteen. All because something in the west pasture spooked his horse; she'd run him clean over in her attempt to get away from it, and he never saw her coming. He still doesn't remember hitting the ground, but he does recall the splitting ache in his skull when his eyes finally reopened.

With no cell phone, he had no way to call for help, forced to limp home on foot. He didn't get home until after dusk because Royal had written his absence off as teenage rebellion. A hospital visit later, Cecelia went behind her husband's back to buy new phones for both of her boys, but even the justification of keeping her boys safe wasn't enough for Royal. Because Rhett had made it home and was fine at the end of the day.

Then Rhett's eighteen, and he's just barely maintained his grades to graduate. He's got it in his head that he's going to move out, get out of this stuffy old town, and pave his own way, doing something, anything. But now Perry and Rebecca are moving into the house with their daughter, and Rhett's being asked to put off his plans until they get settled in.

He's nineteen when he gives up on trying to leave because something always needs him to stay home a little longer. He's twenty when he figures out why Royal drinks so much beer, gets hooked on the way the bitter liquid makes the ache in his shoulders disappear, and for the first time in a while, he's happy. Because you can't remember your sorrows when you're drunk.

Rhett's twenty-one when he can start wandering into bars, and he's twenty-one when he learns that there's a group of girls who come to rodeos, hoping to catch a steamy night with a bull rider, no strings attached. It's strange to kiss a girl you don't know the name of, waking up alone in a hotel bed with hardly any memory of what happened the night before. But for a few splitting seconds, he doesn't feel so alone in this big world, and he's clinging to it with every fiber of his being.

Until that's not enough, either. The scream of the crowd, the electric touch of those pretty girls that cheer his name, no longer make his days easier. Beer quits chasing away the pain in his joints, the prescription painkiller for an old injury in his wrist had might as well be candy, and he can only escape it by blacking out. He doesn't remember getting that DUI, but Officer Joy tells him that he was muttering about how Royal wanted him to chase down a cow that broke through the fence. He's in such rough shape that she intentionally forgets to discharge him, hoping the day of rest will do something to get rid of the bags under his eyes.

She isn't quite sure what to think when she learns that he's practically been running the Abbott ranch for the past few years. Royal always fails to mention his youngest son when he brags about his ranch.

Then you come along.

A fresh new face, one of the only people to move into Wabang rather than out of it because your new job led you all the way out here. It was Sherrif Joy who suggested you visit the Amelia County rodeo once or twice, and you'd only gone because there was nothing else to do. Rhett didn't notice you until Joy came to congratulate him on his ride, with you glued to her side. He hasn't stumbled through a hello in years, but he can hardly get it out of his mouth.

Your face sticks in his head while he works, and God, he doesn't even know your name, but his heart is jumping in his chest when you run into him at the store, time and time again. Until he finally cracks and starts a conversation with you while waiting in line, and somehow that ends in the two of you standing in the parking lot, talking until the store closes. An invitation to get drinks turns into dinner dates, and he's got something to look forward to again.

All of a sudden, you're massaging his overworked hands and cradling his scruffy face like he's made of glass. Whispering about how he needs rest and deserves all the love you shower him with, and he's not sure what to make of that. Can never figure out why his eyes water that first time he lays his head on your chest, listening to the pitter-patter of your heart while you play with his hair.

His momma is the only one whose ever done that; she stopped when he was fourteen.

He doesn't know how to tell you that he loves you. Those words choke in his throat every time he tries to utter them, stifling him into a painful silence that he can't escape. Instead, he does the only thing he knows how to do.

He works.

Replaces the busted locks in your doors, changes the oil in your car, he builds the porch you say you wanted, and he tinkers away at the little household annoyances. You want a fence? He's got it; he just needs to get up earlier to have time to build it. You're telling him that he doesn't have to do all these things for you, but work is the only thing he knows how to do. If he stops, then what else can he give you?

He doesn't understand what you see in him; he's not as energetic and fun as those other rodeo guys who eye you up every time they see you. They have more money, they're stronger, don't have the aches and pains of an old man, and they haven't got the reputation of being the town casanova.

He doesn't understand how you look at him like he's something precious—some priceless thing that deserves the world and more. There will come a day when you realize you deserve better, more than he could ever hope to give you, and he knows it'll break him, but he lets you love on him anyway. Because a few months spent with you is the best thing he could ever ask for, even if you walk away in the end.

But you're not walking away. Fuck, he's probably given you more opportunities than the Lord can count, but for some reason, you stay. And you're spending your first Christmas together, he's buying you too many sweets for Valentine's Day and he's spoiling you on your birthday, only to get confused when you surprise him with cake on his own birthday. Can't remember the last time he blew out candles, only realizes he was supposed to make a wish three days later.

Selfishly, he wishes that you'll be with him forever.

You're taking him to the zoo for one of your dates, and for the first time in his life, he's looking back at a tiger, and it's so, so different from the pictures. There are otters, bears, cheetahs, and wait, wait! Why are there goats in a zoo? Hasn't everyone met a goat before? What's so special about these ones? And how the fuck are giraffes so tall?

Royal says the red-panda plush Rhett hauls home is a waste of money. He could have saved that money to invest in land or a future, but all Rhett can think of is how, when he squeezes it to his chest at night, he can almost deceive himself into thinking it's you instead.

But then comes that big argument; he forgets what its about midway through, because he's realized that this is it. This is when you realize that he can't give you what you deserve. He can't blame you, but that still doesn't stop him from breaking when you walk out to your car.

He doesn't know what the hell to think when he realizes you're in the room with him. Couldn't hear the squeal of the door over the choked noises coming from his own mouth, eyes so clouded with tears that he can't even see you. But he can feel your arms around him, and he doesn't want to hug you out of fear of this being a dream. Yet you're still there, and you're not promising you're never leaving him, and he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand. And it scares him so bad that he shakes with it.

You don't know if you'll ever be able to let go of him because he clings to you with this fear that you've never seen before. Words aren't enough to convince his broken heart that you're not going anywhere, and for the first time since you met him, he talks. Spills every fear and thought he's ever had through his hiccups, confirms your suspicions of how much he hurts, and unveils the sources of his insecurities.

Your big cowboy falls asleep with his face buried in your neck, and he's still there when you wake up. It's the third time he's stayed in bed and didn't go to work, but it's the first time he's chosen to stay. Usually, it's a physical injury that forces him to stay down, but this is an injury you can't see. A fracture in who he is, broken after a lifetime of increasing pressure that he never stood a chance against.

He follows you into the kitchen, no longer trying to conceal the limp in his left foot as he tries his best to help you cook breakfast. You don't know where his appetite came from, but you've never seen him meekly ask if he can make himself more fried eggs.

It's only after that he remembers the argument about how you got a job offer that would take you a few states away. Out of Wyoming and away from him. But it's your dream job, and it hurts to see Rhett's bottom lip wobble as he weakly tells you to go for it. Dreams come first, after all.

Like many things, he doesn't know what to think when you tell him your dream has changed. You want him to come with you. Leave this flyover town, find a job that doesn't ask the world of him, and share a cute little house with you somewhere in the countryside. He doesn't get why you'd want it with him, but fuck if that isn't the one thing he's always wanted.

Royal thinks that Rhett's lighter attitude is because of his recent decision to move in with you. Cecelia already knows what Rhett's up to without needing to be told.

It takes a year for you to move. Just after you lock your front door for the last time, Cecelia's car appears in the driveway. Neither of you can figure out how she knew you two were moving out today, but she's brought a box of things that her youngest deserves to have. Pictures, his first belt buckle, that first cellphone that got drowned in the kitchen sink, and a freshly knitted blanket. A housewarming gift. She says it's good luck for a couple to have one and to not hesitate to call if you need anything.

That blanket sits on the back of the couch in your new living room. Rhett only curls up with it when he's feeling homesick, which had might as well be the entirety of the first six months in this new house. He finds a job at a local ranch, is lucky enough to have his beloved horse shipped out to stay there, and slowly, his true colors start to bleed through.

Or maybe they were always there, simply dulled by the exhaustion that once seemed to permanently sit in his weary bones.

Because his smile reaches his eyes more often, and his prescription painkillers have long since expired. His body a touch softer, the result of a rediscovered appetite, and he reaches for you more than he does a can of beer. Gripings about his father are replaced by laughter that echoes down the hall. He's still got that limp, but he chases you up the stairs quicker than he used to. Those gaudy belt buckles never leave, and never do you. Always there when he comes home from work, ready to meet him for his favorite welcome-home kiss.

Rhett will never be the son Royal asked for, but he will always be the man you've dreamed of.

And he's more than enough.

[darthgloris]

hello to my beautiful mutual! first of all, congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it! your writing is literally everything to me.

i’m more than happy to participate in your event, so i was thinking the letter “k” (nsfw alphabet) for the arranged marriage au would be so fun.

- max :)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - suitless!Vader, arranged marriage AU

A/N: hi @antxlss :DDD tysm for participating, I love the arranged marriage trope!!! I'm gonna presume u mean suitless!Vader, otherwise send me another ask and I'll write that for u too 🥰 btw I accidentally wrote a little about the letter I (= intimacy) of NFSW alphabet so I hope that's okay :)

When the Emperor told him he'd be marrying a woman he barely knew, Vader was certainly hesitant: the memory of his deceased wife Padmè, however remote, still lived in the back of his mind, and the grief that had grown to hatred was gradually taking over his heart, making his ability to love scarce.

He didn't know how to go about in this relationship, the patented blend of touch starvation and lack of experience with romantic intimacy had affected his attitude in the past decade. He refused to berate or beat the woman, no, that is beneath him, but he couldn't force himself to fall for her, and he didn't want to: as proven by his previous relationships, it was going to end at one point, and he'd once again find himself abandoned by the very person he loved.

He was, however, well aware that the purpose of the marriage was to give the Emperor an heir to fulfill the Rule of Two, and the thought of a woman giving him a child was somewhat enticing to him, but without intimacy, it seemed pointless to him. A simple way to describe it would be that he was expecting for things to be awkward.

After the two of you get married, they are, in fact, awkward.

You don't know exactly what to say to each other, every form of affection feels forced, the meetings with the Emperor were draining. But slowly, little by little, you start to see him for who he really is. He's no Sith, no stoic and unfeeling man: he's affectionate and loving and would very well die for those he loves. So when one day you choose to call him "Anakin" instead of "Vader", his vulnerable side peeks through for the first time in your relationship.

Over time, you begin to grow comfortable with each other, and whenever you have sex, he'd get more and more passionate every time. He'd usually focus almost only on your pleasure, eating you out until you cry, fingering just the right spot to make you scream, holding your hand while he fucked you, peppering your face with kisses when you were both done, then pulling out of you and cleaning you up. 'The treatment angels should get', he says. But when the baby fever comes, any trace of rational thought was out the window. Of course, the thought of filling you with his children makes the blood rush to his cock in an instant.

He can't wait to stuff you full of his cum and wake up next to you every morning and seeing your belly swelling and growing within the next nine months. He loves it when you ride him, he wants to be buried into you as deep as he can to increase the chance of conception. The mere idea of your round, swollen stomach and breasts heavy from maternal milk makes him grip your hips and fuck his cock deeper into you, slamming his hips up into your loose, begging hole. He swears he could cum from hearing your screams and sobs of pleasure alone.

"That's my girl, good momma."

"You handled those kids so well, maybe I should try and fuck one into you."

"There you go, angel, there you go. Full of my cock, full of my cum... can't wait till you're full of my babies."

[tteokdoroki]

Just curious babe but are you in a baby fever mood? Loving all the things you’re posting and sharing but my own baby fever is raging from just imaging Katsuki as the soft and nearly perfect dad-even better if he’s a girl dad and is always down to throw on a tutu for his little princesses.

yes how did you know i have bakubaby-itis.

ok so my thing is, is that yourself and bakugou’s first kid is a baby girl and she’s the most spoiled little thing in the entire world :(

like he can never ever say no to her, it’s practically impossible because— she’s his first kid, he’s got a stable career, he can afford to take care of his family so of course that means bakugou is gonna do whatever he can to make his angel baby smile.

so you like come home from work one day, the agency having made you stay late to fill out damage request forms from your latest patrol or something and you cannot find your husband or your two year old anywhere.

there’s evidence of their activity all over the house — glitter in the living room that’ll be hard to remove, flour and sugar grains strewn across the kitchen where you think bakugou’s attempted to bake sugar cookies with your daughter (it smells like burning too), there’s crayon marks along some of the walls which you’ll have to have a word with him about later.

but the deeper you go into your home, the less evidence of them you find and your heart rate picks up— what if there’s been a break in? someone’s hurt? you know that your husband can handle himself, but katsuki using his quirk around your baby has always been a touchy subject, maybe something… maybe something has happened.

then you catch a glimpse of your daughter’s bedroom door open; and with your heart in your stomach you venture in, only to find your husband— the great and most feared dynamight passed out on the floor, drool on his bottom lip and stickers on his cheeks. there’s red glitter on the tips of bakugou’s hair and smeared across his eyelids, a pretty pink tutu snug on his slender hips and a plastic pink ‘alien queen’ themed tea cup hanging loose from his right hand ( courtesy of Aunty mimi or mina ).

you smoke and step further into your daughter’s room, hands on your hips when you catch her attempting to hold a tea cup to her red riot stuffie ( thank you uncle riot and bless her hand eye coordination ), still quite wide awake and babbling happily to herself. “c’mon sweetheart,” bed time,” you coo fondly, picking up your curly haired baby, lips smooshed into her chubby cheek as you hold her close despite the tutu she has on that matches her daddy’s. “it’s so late baby, must’ve worn daddy out s’much, huh?”

“mm!! mama!” she squeals in response, big red eyes full of love as you tuck her in and kiss her forehead goodnight. clean up will have to wait until tomorrow, you have to worry about getting katsuki into bed too now.

when you’ve woken him up ( embarrassed and almost as red as the glitter in his hair ), katsuki let’s you sit him down on the bed— swiping your makeup wipes over his stained cheeks while you sit in his lap, cleaning him up, you say. “you’ve spoiled her too much kats, s’nearly nine and a two year old has no business being up at that time.” you tell him, barely scolding him and smiling softly to yourself as the older bakugou starts to unbutton your hero costume from behind to help you out of it.

you still haven’t changed.

“where d’ya think she gets it from, hah? her momma’s a spoiled princess too,” bakugou tells you gruffly, voice laced with sleep, as you brush back his hair to remove stray glitter from his forehead. “b’sides, we wanted to wait up f’ya…” his warm fingers dig into the tense spot in your lower back, vermillion eyes looking up at you full of love and adoration. “can’t say no to her when she’s not the only one missin’ mummy.”

katsuki steals a kiss from you then, hot and a little sloppy like when you were teenagers and before you both became responsible parents— and you indulge him even though he oddly tastes like burnt sugar cookies and plastic, because you love katsuki, and sometimes it’s okay to spoil him back.

[siampie]

Get Off the Highway || Chapter 8

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.9 k 

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: Events take place between Pac-Man Fever (8.20) and The Great Escapist (8.21) continues into the next chapter.

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“Garth, call me back please,” you said on the phone. “I need to know that you’re okay. Just call me, okay?”

You shut your trunk after dropping your duffel bag in. You were starting to get worried about Garth. You received a call from a hunter, two towns over, he couldn’t reach Garth but the latter had given him your number a few months ago just in case.

The last you’d heard of him or even spoken to him, was during that werewolf case, outside of Portland. And ever since, he went radio silent. You had no other way to reach him. You reached out to the Winchesters, questioning them about Garth. But they hadn’t heard from him, either.

Unfortunately, you had to put your worries regarding Garth at the back of your mind. The job never stopped.

“Anybody home?” You called, walking down the stairs that led you into the underground bunker.

“Hey, what brings you to our necks of the woods, Princess?” Dean greeted you at the foot of the stairs.

“I just finished up a hunt two towns over,” you explained. “Thought I’d make a quick stop. If that’s okay with you?”

“And if it’s not?”

“Too bad, I’m already here.” You moved past him as he rolled his eyes, stepping into the war room. “Woah. You look a little worse for wear,” you commented when you saw Sam.

He looked sickly sitting at the table, with a blanket around his shoulders, “good to see you too.” He let out a low ghost of a laugh.

You gave him a quick hug, “you got a terrible fever, my dude.” You placed your hand on his forehead, and brushed his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Sam assured you. But you weren’t convinced.

“Yeah, well, you need to take something for that fever,” you stepped around him towards the bedrooms area. “Like some paracetamol or something.”

“Hey, you’ve heard anything from Garth?” Dean followed you.

You shook your head, “nothing. I keep trying but he’s not returning my calls.” You stepped into your assigned bedroom, with Dean on your heels, “and my contacts haven’t heard of him either. I don’t like that.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it, anyway,” he retorted, you dropped your bag on the bed.

“I know—but I’m worried. I know he’s capable and all, but—he’s off the grid. And no one’s go off the grid unless—you know.”

“I know,” he sighed. “But it’s Garth. He’s a tough one.”

“Yeah,” you crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a deep breath. “I guess I’m just worried about him.”

“Yeah,” he turned around to leave your room.

“Hey, is everything okay with Sam?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you. “I’m handling it.”

And without a word, he walked out, pulling the door behind him.

“Noted.”

Although, you and Dean had grown somewhat friendly within the last few months. He was still guarded around you. Certain subjects, such as his brother’s conditions, were topics he’d rather not discuss with you. You were a little miffed about it. It was a little unfair, you thought, that he would shut you down. Not that you were much of an open book either.

Barefooted, dressed in dark spandex and tie dye crop top, you made your way into the kitchen. You dropped the empty laundry basket on the kitchen table. It was a lazy day at the bunker for you, the brothers were working on their own thing. You didn’t pry but you were curious, wondering whether or not it had anything to do with Sam’s declining health. Dean had made it clear that it wasn’t any of your business.

“Someone’s getting comfortable around here,” Dean quipped from behind you, startling you.

“How do you keep on doing this?” You hissed, clutching your chest. You looked down at his boots, “it’s not like you’re really quiet.”

“You should get your ears checked,” Dean walked up to the fridge.

“You’re right, I might have hearing problems,” you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “At least, it would explain all the nonsense coming out of your mouth.”

He scoffed, opening his beer bottle. Sam stumbled into the kitchen, looking worse than he had the morning you arrived. Dark circles under his eyes, pale skin, clammy with sweat because of his high fever.

“Can I get you anything, Sam?” You asked gently.

“No, I’m good,” Sam shook his head, with a strained smile. “Thanks,” he poured himself a glass of water.

The tension grew instantly when your eyes caught Dean’s while Sam walked out of the kitchen.

“Not so fast, Bucko,” you rushed to step in front of him, blocking his exit out of the kitchen. “I’ve been here a total of three days and he’s not getting better. So, what’s really going on?”

“That’s crazy,” you commented. “Shutting the gates of hell for good that sounds—unreal.”

“Locking away those sons of bitches, halve our workload,” Dean agreed. “Promised Land.”

“Just forgot to read the fine print, that’s all,” you said sardonically. “He’s gonna be okay, you know that, right?”

Dean’s eyes locked onto yours, “yeah, Sam’s a tough son of a bitch but I don’t know, man. Those trials are messing with him in ways even Cass can’t heal.”

“I still can’t believe you have an Angel on speed dial,” you shook your head.

“He’s not answering much these days,” he said dryly.

“So, there’s one trial left, right? And you haven’t figured out what it is, yet?”

“Still working on that,” Dean leaned against the wall.

You didn’t know exactly what to answer to that. So, you remained quiet. Frankly, you were trying to wrap your mind around the fact that the Winchesters were friends with an Angel of the Lord. Also, that prophets were real. This was a lot to take in.

And yes, the prospect of demons no longer being able to roam the earth was amazing. Was it worth the sacrifice? Sam and Dean thought it was and took on the challenge, still, this seemed unreal and unfeasible.

“You know he’ll pull through, right?” You tried, “you said it yourself; he’s a tough nut to crack. He’ll make it through.”

“Should’ve been me,” he said, his expression hardening to stone.

“Maybe it worked out this way because Sam needs to go through the trials more than you do?” You suggested very tentatively.

“I don’t want to hear that,” he growled, pushing away from the wall.

You watched as he stalked away from you, coming to the realization that the thought had probably crossed his mind already. The trials were messing with Sam in a very bad way, and Dean couldn’t fix it. It must be frustrating for him to see his little brother be in pain and not be able to do anything about it. And as a big sister, yourself, you understood the feeling more than he knew.

“Hey, stupid!” You greeted your brother, folding your clean and dry clothes, in your bedroom.

“Hey,” your brother, Matt, greeted back. “Are you on a hunt, right now?”

“Nah, having some R&R here in Kansas, why?” You asked curiously, pausing the folding.

“I think there’s a case here for you,” he breathed out.

“A case? How do you mean?”

“Well, some weird stuff had been happening lately at my workplace,” Matt started to explain, you could hear people talking in the distance, behind him.

“Weird how?”

“Look, a few weeks ago, one of my good buddy completely lost it and walked right into traffic,” he explained.

“And is he okay?”

“He’ll survive but it’s gonna take a while for him to recover fully,” Matt sighed. “There’s more.”

“Tell me,” you encouraged him to continue.

“A few days after that, another coworker thought drinking hot boiling water was a good idea.”

“What the hell?” You stood up from your bed, fishing for clothes. “Did something weird happen before it all started?”

“That’s the thing. Nothing changed,” your brother told you. “Does that sound like your kind of weird?”

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed. “I’m gonna hit the road as soon as I can. Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Don’t touch anything until I get there.”

Once you changed into fresh clothes, you walked into the war room, clutching your duffel bag in one hand.

“You’re leaving already?” Dean questioned; his bows scrunched up.

Your eyebrows went up, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound pretty sad that I’m leaving.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, princess,” he rolled his eyes. “Just curious.”

“Whatever you say, bucko,” you snorted. “And to answer your question, yes, I’m leaving. My brother found me a case back home. I’m gonna go check it out.”

“I thought he wasn’t a hunter?” Sam asked you.

“He isn’t,” you shook your head. “It’s just that some weird things have been happening and he thought I could do something about it.”

“What kind of weird things?” Dean questioned.

“One colleague of his walked directly into traffic. And another one drank boiling water. I was thinking along the lines of cursed object or maybe some sort of mind control. But I’ll know more when I get there,” you shrugged.

“Do you want help?” Sam offered.

“I’m sure you guys have bigger fish to fry,” you shook your head quickly. Ready to bolt out of there. “I’ll call if I need anything.”

“Afraid of us meeting your family or something?” Dean stood up and walked up to you.

You glared up at him, “look, if you just want to come with, you can just say it.”

His lips tugged up at the corner, “come on, Sammy, grab your stuff.”

You puffed out a deep breath, “this ought to be fun.”

The impala parked next to your beat-up truck; you fished out your keys as you made your way to your building. Sam and Dean walked up behind you. You were still annoyed at their being there with you. It wasn’t so much; you didn’t want them to meet your brother. But more of your not wanting your brother to be part of the hunting world. It was your way of protection him. Sure, Matt had met Andy and Garth but no one else. And now, you were bringing the Winchesters to your door. You weren’t sure, it was a great idea.

You unlocked your door, Dean and Sam followed you inside. You dropped the keys on the table near the door, and you moved to your brother’s side. He was sleeping on your couch. Meanwhile, Dean and Sam took a look around your apartment. Up on your wall, next to your television, was a picture of four kids. Three out of four kids were sitting down, while the one he recognized as you, stood behind all three, with your arms around their shoulders. Looked like a school picture.

Your apartment looked lived in, it was neat, with some green plants here and there. There was a bookshelf in the small space near the couch, with some collectibles placed on it. A real nerd. He shook his head, turning back to you, your brother sitting up, slightly coming back to the land of the living.

“Go wash up your face, stupid,” you slapped his leg. “I’ll get some coffee ready for you.”

“Who are the lumberjacks?” Matt yawned.

“I’m Sam,” Sam was the first to introduce himself. “And that’s my brother, Dean. We’re friends of your sister.”

“Barely,” Dean mumbled, and you glared at him.

“So, you weren’t lying, you do have friends.” Matt teased you.

You stood up, before slapping his shoulder, “get going already.”

“So, we’re friends, now?” Dean said with a smug smile on his lips.

“Shut up.”

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hey lovely,

Back again from stalking your fics, and I wanna leave the paring up to you. Either wandanat xx or maybe platonic Larissa x r ?

But basically r is really sick, and that makes them clingy as hell. But they feel embarrassed and the pairing you choose, doesn’t know what to do but just babies them which results in r either calling larissa momma or if it’s wandanat confessing there love

~🕯️

A home in your heart

Pairings: Weems x R (platonic)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you get sick and yoko goes to fetch you some help.

TW: flu symptoms, fever, body aches, headache,

A/n this reminds me I need to renew my CPR qualifications lol (I think they expired already).

Waking up feeling awful wasn’t how you wanted to start your day off. Yoko had already left for classes based off the fact her bed was disheveled and empty. Her Pjs were on the floor, and she was nowhere in sight.

Rolling onto your side you heaved a groan at the aching pain in your muscles. There was no way you were making it to classes today. Your nose was running, your muscles aching and your head pounding. You were undeniably sick and defiantly miserable.

Pulling the blanket up over your eyes and wriggling further into the sheets you thanked whatever higher power listening that yoko hadn’t opened the windows today in her rush to leave. You peaked out of the sheets and through your blurry and squinted vision you were able to make out the time on the clock by your bed. Nine thirty, even if you were going to class today you were already running very late. Well, that settled that decision. You wriggled back into your cocoon and tried to fall asleep again.

The pervasive tiredness in your body made it rather easy. In no time at all you were fast asleep again, a thin sheen of sweat starting to form on your skin. Your hair was growing damp, and the sheets were making things worse. Still asleep you managed to flail around enough to toss the bedding to the floor and curl up into a ball. Your fever only worsening. You wanted someone to come save you from it all, but the idea of anyone seeing you like this was awful.

Your friends were great but more than anything you wanted an adult who cared. You missed the mothering you had used to receive at home when sick and now you missed it even more. The acts of kindness amidst the sickness always made you feel loved when you were most vulnerable. You turned over and cried into your pillow, dampening the sobs into the sheets. You were sick, lonely, vulnerable and embarrassed but most of all, you were sad.

When the seat next to yoko in her first two classes remained empty she began to grow more and more worried about her roommate. Sure, you were sleeping when she left but she had assumed you would still get up for classes on time. Looking at the clock again she only had a few minutes left of class and there was no sign of you. She made a decision; she would go to your dorm between classes and see if you were ok. If you were, she would drag you out of bed herself. If you weren’t well… she’d figure it out. She had a test in outcast history after lunch so if you were unwell she would defer your care to a teacher.

The end of class sounded as her classmates packed up and stood, she was quick to follow. Grabbing her stuff and hightailing it out of there she would need to be fast if she wanted to make it to her next class without being late.

She flew up the steps and through the halls until she reached her dorm. Opening the door, she first noticed it was still dark with the windows drawn. Surely you weren’t still asleep… right? Walking over to your bed she pulled off her sunglasses to get a better picture of what was going on. You were curled into a ball shivering slightly.

The young vampire frowned and rolled you onto your back. You were freakishly pale and sweaty. Yoko laid the back of her hand against your d forehead and sucked a breath between her fangs. You were far too hot for a human or just about any outcast. Even with her abnormally cold body temperature, vampire perks i guess, you were far warmer than she had ever felt you to be. Warmer than enid even and she ran at a wolfs temperature which was quite warm.

Yoko checked the clock and looked back at you again before moving to leave when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Turning and looking back at the bed you looked up at her with half lidded eyes and a sad little watery frown that bordered on a pout.

“Stay.” You said in a gravely and hoarse voice.

“Shh babes I’m going to get you some real help.” Yoko said prying your clammy fingers from her wrist and setting your hand back down on the bed with a brief pat.

She whispered some more reassurances and encouraged you to go back to sleep for a bit before your eyes shut again and she slipped out.

Principal weems office wasn’t far and she would surely know who was spare to help. Rounding the corner, she knocked twice on the wood and waited for the invite to enter. Despite whatever corny myths about vampires not being able to enter without permission, she still waited for the invite. Not due to some obscene biological imperative but more because her mother had raised her right and to be polite.

The door opened and principal weems stood with one brow raised as she looked down at the vampire.

“Ms Tanaka what are you doing out of class?” She asked.

“Firstly, i need to know if any of the staff is available for the day, Y/n is sick, and I have a test i can't miss and she needs someone to stay with her. And second i kind of need a note in order to not get yelled at when I go back to class.” Yoko said and adjusted the sunglasses on her face with her thumb.

“Right well come in and i can write you that note. Meanwhile i have some time today off and i assume i can look after her myself. Most of the staff is in classes right now anyway and the nurse went to do refresher course on CPR to keep her qualifications up to date.” Weems said stepping aside and motioning for Yoko to follow.

Weems crossed the office and reached into her draw, pulling out a small purple notepad and pen she quickly wrote a note and tore it off to hand to yoko.

“You best return to class now and i will go check on Ms L/n.” Weems said before grabbing a first aid kit off the shelf in her office and moving to follow yoko outside.

The two said goodbye and yoko headed to class while the principal made haste to get to your dorm.

She knocked twice before deciding to enter. The room was still dark, but she could make out your form on the bed. Coming over she sat beside you and brushed the hair from your face. Your eyes cracked open, and you looked up at her through the haze of your fevered mind, eyes glossy and barely lucid.

“Hello darling.” Larissa said softly. “How are you feeling Y/n?” She asked and you let out a small whine.

“Everything hurts.” You whimpered and weems clicked her tongue and laid the back of her hand against your cheek before moving to feel your forehead.

“You're a bit warm darling. How about we check you for a fever?” She asked softly and moved to get the thermometer from the first aid kit. She pulled out the small stick and turned it on with a beep. She tapped your cheek with her thumb.

“Open.” She instructed and she carefully put it under your tongue, moving and closing your mouth by shutting your jaw with her finger on the underside of your chin.

“Now what else hurts sweetie?” She asked softly.

“My head.” It was hard to talk around the thermometer, but you managed, “And my whole-body aches.” You whispered not trusting your voice to talk normally.

“Alright once we have a temperature back on that thermometer, well get some medicine into you and then it’s time for another nap darling.” She spoke with nothing but care and concern in her tone.

At that moment the sick beeped and she gently took it from your lips and let out a discontent hum of concern.

“A little high sweetheart.” She said looking at the reading. “101.7 isn’t great now, is it?” She asked and you let out a sad hum of agreement and snuggled closer into her side.

The principal was mildly surprised at how affectionate you were being due to your usually stoic and slightly reserved nature. She ruffled your hair softly and smiled down at where you were resting your head on her arm.

“You're really not feeling good are you honey?” She asked and you let out a sad noise of genuine pain. “Alright, alright. Let’s get to work on making you feel a bit better, ok?” She asked and you nodded tersely. “Alright.” She chuckled.

Pulling out two paracetamol which were both fever reducers and pain killers she grabbed the waterbottle from your bedside smiling at the stickers on it. You had a ‘I <3 art’ sticker and a ‘support small artists’ sticker that she found particularly cute along with you own little paintings on the metal bottle. She also took note of the small Marvel stickers of wanda and Natasha.

She screwed off the lid and tenderly guided you by a hand on the back of your head to drink some water before giving you the medicine which you took without debate.

After that she rooted around in the first aid kit and found a stick-on fever patch. She broke it open and activated it before sticking it on your sweaty forehead. You let out a soft discontent mewl which bordered on a whine and larissa shushed you.

“Hush now darling this will help you feel a bit better, ok?” She asked and guided you back into the pillows. You curled up around her, now lying down on your bed properly and out a soft yes.

“Good. Now get some sleep. I’ll be right here doing some work ok?” She asked and thanked the gods she had the foresight to bring her laptop. She might have lied about it being her day off, but her students always came first. The board would just have to wait another day for that annual income, earnings and tax report for the end of financial year. She rested herself up against the headboard of the bed and you curled into her lap resting your head on the expanse of her thigh.

“G’night mama.” You said with a yawn and Larissa’s heart melted. You were so soft and innocent in that moment she never wanted it to end.

“Goodnight darling.” She drawled and stroked a hand through your hair as you fell asleep. Work could wait another few minutes, right now she just wanted to absorb the moment. After all she may never be a mother, but her students were giving her more than enough experience and emotions, that they might as well be her kids. And it was moments like these she remembered why she did it all. For the students who needed a home because they would always find one in her heart.

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[masterofengene]

&TEAM reaction to you catching a cold.

Warnings: none mild cursing but nothing crazy.

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K

This poor man. He's so worried. He knows he has to balance his responsibility with being an idol, but he is ready to cancel his schedules at a moments notice.

Brings you hot tea and calls his mom to ask for home remedies.

If you're running a fever, it's over. He's staying with you. Cancel all his plans. He is gotta have a cool wet rag pressed to your forehead at all times.

He will help you out with anything and everything.

He tries to give you space not wanting to overwhelm you. But the moment he notices you sniffling he is at your side.

"I'm on my way."

Fuma

He is gonna be smiling through the pain.

He wants to help you out any way he can, and he knows that if you are sick the last thing you would want is for someone to be putting a damper on your attitude.

He's gonna try and kep your spirits lifted, while taking care of you. He's gonna sing to you while giving you medicine.

Putting on your favorite movies are a must.

He is gonna massage your sore muscles while telling you stories.

He will carry you everywhere, you don't even have to ask.

He does /not/ want you to over exert yourself.

He will bring you your favorite food.

He's gonna make you take so many naps.

"Nap time, movie time."

Nicholas

If you are sick, he is too. It was probably his fault to start with.

You guys are attached at the hip. So if one of you starts sneezing, it's GAME OVER.

It's like both of your colds feed off of eachother.

Both of you are whining and complaining like babies.

You guys are hot and cold at the same time, struggling to find that happy medium.

The rest of &Team can't help but laugh out loud at the two of you.

Both of you bickering because "I can't believe both of us are sick."

Buying a thing of tissues to keep on the bed at all times. Calling it the "emergency stash"

EJ

He is gonna buy you all of your comfort foods. He is more worried about your emotional well being, he knows you're gonna be fine in a day or two.

Ice cream. Bubble tea. Whatever you like he is gonna give it to you. All you have to do is mention it and he is gonna order it right away.

He let's you control the thermostat, so it soothes your fever even if he is sweating or freezing.

He is gonna be so worried about you. If he can't be with you he is gonna be texting you every 20 minutes to check in and make sure you are okay.

Please he worries so much. Especially about you.

He's gonna kiss your cheek ever so often. But he claims he is checking your temperature. (He just wants to love you)

Yuma

Since he is very into herbal tea and things like that, be prepared to have so much hot tea.

He's gonna make it every way that he knows how. Just for you, so feel special

When he walked into your apartment and only saw you on your bed under a mass of blankets, he felt it in his soul.

He didn't say anything at all and just went straight to your kitchen and started to work his magic.

You felt better the next day.

When he came back he pulled you into him (like a baby) and was very insistent on you finishing the cup of tea he had made for you.

Makes sure that you do get up every once in a while and walk around.

Plenty of hot water and tea.

Jo

He has no idea what he is doing pt. 1

Please, he loves you, but don't come near him. He does not wanna get sick.

He's gonna try and help you feel better, give you your medicine and things like that.

But cuddles and things like that. No. He will jump away from you.

He cannot stand being sick. He's there for emotional support.

He makes it up to you when you are no longer sick.

Takes you out to eat and gives you all the hugs you could possibly want.

Harua

He gives off momma boy vibes. I can't explain it.

He makes you home made chicken noodle soup. Everything is from scratch.

He even went to the doctor with you. (If you wanted him to)

He googles ways to help you relax and feel better.

He gives you a spoonful of honey as a natural remedy when you mention your throat is sore.

Movie marathon. He will stay in bed with you all day, he is gonna make sure that nothing worries you.

Taki

Has no idea what he is doing pt. 2

He is slightly better than jo though.

He is gonna hold your hand ans kiss your knuckles, but. He will hold his breath when you breath in his direction.

Will give you a whole variety of korean and Japanese cold medicine.

Give him 8 hours and he will have you on your feet. TRUST.

He makes sure you aren't allergic to anything then he's handing you a glass of hot water and boom.

Medicine.

He's very logical though.

Maki

Surprisingly, I think he knows what he's doing

He gives off the vibe that he was the kid who always caught a cold. So he knows alot of remedies and quick fixes.

If none of his own tricks worked he would call his mom or dad.

"OKAY so I just got off the phone with my dad and he said to hold a cold watch to your chin and it will help."

It's the most ridiculous things. But TRUST they work.

Even you in your sleepy state could tell they were ridiculous. You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

You're rather suprised when you're on your feet the next day

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First Ultrasound pairing: Jake Seresin x shy!wife synopsis: Jake sees his baby for the first time word count: 1k (short n sweet) Opposites Attract World | Main Masterlist note: my baby fever is strong and must be stopped. . . but not really. . . send in cute (or angsty) baby requests pls

Jake’s heart was pounding in his chest as he sat next to Y/N in the waiting room. He tried to get his knee to stop bouncing but he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. He was still in his flight suit, coming to the doctor’s office from base. Y/N, of course, paid no mind to her anxious husband as she flipped through the pages of a magazine. 

“If you don’t stop,  you’ll put a hole into the floor,” Y/N said. 

“I’m sorry I’m nervous, Mrs Calm and Collected,” Jake said and Y/N giggled, setting the magazine down, “I’m going to see my baby for the first time ever.” 

“I know, I know, it’s just weird to see you so nervous,” Y/N grabbed his hand. 

“Well, I have missed a lot, I feel like I’m behind,” Jake put his free hand on your growing belly. 

Jake had gotten home about two weeks ago, and Y/N was already six months along. He had been on an extended mission when Y/N found out she was pregnant. He could remember the phone call and how terrified he had been. Jake had done the best he could over the phone to help Y/N calm her nerves as she took a pregnancy test at home by herself. 

“You haven’t, I promise,” Y/N said, right as she felt a kick from within her, “See, even Baby agrees.” 

“You agree with me, pumpkin,” Jake said and leaned down to place a kiss on her belly. When Y/N’s name was called, Jake helped her up and walked behind her. She already had that pregnancy waddle and Jake thought it was the cutest thing ever. Jake helped her settle up on the exam table, listening as she filled in her midwife, Elizabeth on everything that has happened in the past two weeks. 

“How often do you think they kick?” Elizabeth asked, taking Y/N’s vitals. 

“Too often,” Y/N said, “Probably every twenty to thirty minutes. Worse at night. Oh, are they active at night. Jake usually has to talk them down.” 

“Already defying momma,” Elizabeth smiled, “Alright, lay back Y/N and let's take some measurements.” 

Y/N nodded and Jake helped her lay back against the crinkling paper. No matter how many times Jake has seen it, he was always in awe of the bump Y/N was growing. He couldn’t help but brush his fingers over the skin as Y/N lifted her shirt and tucked it up underneath her breasts. Jake’s green eyes were locked on the bump, rubbing it softly. 

“Obsessed?” Elizabeth asked Y/N and she nodded enthusiastically, “So was my husband when he came back. Almost had to start spraying him with a spray bottle to keep his hands back.” 

“Might have to consider that.” 

“Oh hush,” Jake blushed, realizing he had been caught. Y/N giggled and Jake placed a kiss on her forehead. Elizabeth took measurements of Y/N’s belly, pushing down softly on the skin. Jake held his breath as he watched her, but she assured him that it wasn’t hurting the baby. Y/N had watched in the past weeks since Jake’s been home and he started to transition into this papa-bear. Every little thing that Y/N did, Jake was sure to follow after her. It was starting to kind of annoy her, but she knew that Jake was just protective. 

“Alright, I think this is the part dad has been waiting for,” Elizabeth said and Jake nodded. Y/N flinched a bit as the cold jel hit her stomach and Elizabeth moved the transducer around. Jake leaned closer to the screen as a black and white picture filled the screen. The second his green eyes saw the picture of his baby, Jake broke out in tears. 

“Look,” He sniffled and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “That’s our baby.” 

“I know,” Y/N said. Jake looked from the screen to her and kissed her lips, “Can we hear the heartbeat?” 

“Of course,” Elizabeth smiled. The room was silent for a moment before a whooshing sound filled the air. Jake let out a gasp as he looked at the screen seeing the baby move around. It was like magic, and Jake didn’t know that he could fall deeper in love with Y/N and their baby, but he did. Y/N reached up and wiped a tear from Jake’s cheek. 

“I love you, so fucking much.” 

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Jake felt his wife shift for what was probably the fifteenth time that hour. A soft groan left her lips as she turned on her side and fluffed the pillows around her. The baby was keeping her up again, kicking and moving in her belly. Jake was a light sleeper and could feel every time she would move. He opened his eyes and looked over at her, Y/N was still asleep, soft snores leaving her lips. He debated on whether or not he should do this, not wanting to wake her, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

Jake shuffled his way down the bed, until he was eye level with her bump. Y/N quit wearing pajamas to bed about four weeks ago, saying she got too hot and opted for a sports bra and a pair of Jake’s boxers. Jake smiled and gently ran his hands over her belly. She stirred a bit and Jake looked up to see her still asleep. He kissed her belly lightly. 

“You need to not keep your mom up,” Jake said to her belly, “It’s not nice. She needs her rest before you get here, little baby. Gosh, we can’t wait for you to be here, but don’t you come early. You stay right there until it’s time, you hear me. I got to see you today for the first time. You are already so big and I can tell you are going to be just like your momma. The doctor said you’re shy and don’t like to show us your face. But that’s okay, I’ll see your beautiful face soon enough, pumpkin. I love you so much, you will never know how much I love you.” 

He placed another kiss on her belly, before wrapping his arms around her and snuggling into her belly. Y/N, who had woken up hearing his voice, let out a content sigh and ran her hand through Jake’s soft blonde locks a couple of times, before resting her hand on the top of his head and whispering.  

“We love you too.”

[headhedgehog]

Baby Fever (Pro!Mikage ReoxFemOC)

Reo pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes and smiled at the fan holding a jersey out for his signature. His team had just won their league's championship cup. The adrenaline of the win was slowly leaving his body, falling into a gentle buzz. Around him, his teammates' families were starting to find them, small, intimate celebrations breaking out along the sidelines.

He turned to look for his fiancee, Ana, wondering how long it would take her to get to the field from the box where she'd watched the game with other players' guests. A few feet away, Kunigami was lifting his baby boy in the air, his older daughters clinging to both his legs. Behind him, Barou hugged his wife and planted a kiss on his young daughter's hair. Isagi's girlfriend, hand on her new baby bump, was gingerly making her way to meet him.

An unexpected feeling bloomed in Reo's chest. He and his fiancee hadn't talked seriously about children, other than agreeing they were both open to the idea, eventually. But watching his teammates with their families hit him hard. He felt like he might cry.

He wanted what they had so badly.

Ana arrived and wrapped her arms around him, cheering and congratulating him. In a fog, he fought to come back to the present and join the celebrations.

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The drive home was quiet. Reo stared out the window as Ana drove, his mind racing. He wanted a baby. He actually wanted a baby, wanted to hold a tiny person with Ana's eyes and his hair and be their daddy. He wanted to set up playdates with Kunigami and Isagi's kids and ask Barou's daughter to babysit.

He must've been too quiet, because when Ana reached a stoplight, she turned to face him.

"What's wrong, Reo? You just won a championship and you've barely said a word since we left the stadium."

Reo looked at her, anxiety spiking though him. Was this really the time to spring such a bombshell on her?

Better now than after the wedding, he supposed.

"I was watching the other guys with their families and...I want that. I want to have a baby."

Ana blinked at him. Another wave of anxiety washed over him, but then she smiled.

"Really?"

Before Reo could answer, the car behind them honked. The light had turned green. They laughed, and Ana turned back to the road.

"I was panicking a little because I held Kunigami's baby while Suki went to the bathroom and I was totally smitten. Was honestly spiraling because we hadn't talked about kids since before you proposed and I didn't know how to bring it up."

Reo felt tears welling in his eyes but didn't try to stop them. "Did we just decide to try for a baby?"

Ana pulled into their parking garage and engaged the brake. She threw her arms around his neck. "Yeah, I think we did."

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They were supposed to join the rest of the team for a post-win celebration, but they never made it. They'd barely closed the front door to their apartment before they were tearing at each other's clothes, leaving a trail to their bed.

Reo kissed Ana and gently guided her to lay on her back, his knee nudging her knees apart. His fingers found her wet core, coaxed deep moans out of her as he fisted his cock. She hooked her legs around his hips, pulled him closer; he laughed and obliged, settling on the bed between her legs and pushing his cock into her folds. He rested on his elbows, torso against hers, mouth on her nipple, hips thrusting slowly.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked, voice low. "Want me to fill you up? Make you a momma?"

Ana responded by kissing him deeply and wrapping her legs around his waist.

When Reo's climax came, he allowed himself to spill into her, reveling in the feeling of his cum filling her. He rolled off her and pulled a pillow under her hips.

"I know it's going to take a while, but might as well build the habit," he said sheepishly as he lay down next to her. Ana laughed and put her head on his chest. Reo kissed her forehead and rested a hand on her stomach.

"I can't wait to see you pregnant," he said. His voice was thick, his exhaustion catching up with him.

"I can't wait to see you holding our baby," Ana said. "You're going to be such a good dad, Reo."

He hummed. Before long he was asleep with a smile on his face.

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Six months later, Reo was on a flight, headed for an international tournament. Ana never made him feel bad about traveling for work; lately she'd been keeping busy with wedding preparations. Reo's mother, still on shaky ground with her son after spending so much of his childhood trying to dictate his life, had immediately taken to Ana and was planning to take her wedding dress shopping while Reo was away. Reo tried not to worry about it; he was glad his mom was trying to rebuild their relationship, but he was nervous about exposing Ana to his parents' judgement.

Next to him, Kunigami was happily chatting about his son's growth. He showed Reo a video of the little boy taking shaky steps, supported by one of his sisters. Reo melted watching the baby, his throat tight. He'd known Ana wouldn't get pregnant immediately, but it didn't stop his heart from aching a bit when he saw someone else with a little one.

"You okay dude?" Kunigami asked when he caught a glimpse of Reo's shiny eyes.

"Yeah," Reo said, and glanced around to see if anyone else could hear. "Just in my feelings I guess. Ana and I are trying to get pregnant. Can't help getting a little excited thinking about babies."

"That's amazing, congrats Reo!" Kunigami shoved his shoulder playfully.

"It's only been six months but I'm impatient," Reo laughed. "I didn't realize how badly I wanted a family, but now that I know it's like, all I can think about."

"Yeah, crazy isn't it? It's worth it though. Just wait til you've got your kid in your arms, man, it's the best thing in the world," Kunigami put a hand on Reo's shoulder, squeezed it. "You're gonna love it."

Reo smiled and settled into his seat.

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Back in their apartment, Reo's mother arrived to find Ana in the bathroom staring at a pregnancy test.

"Ana?"

The younger woman turned around, her face wet. "I'm pregnant."

Reo's mother pulled Ana into a tight hug, dress shopping entirely forgotten.

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Reo returned a week later to find a wrapped gift waiting on the dining table.

"What's this?" he asked. Ana smiled and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Birthday present."

"My birthday isn't until next week."

"Your gift came early. Open it."

Reo side-eyed her but unwrapped the box. Inside, he found a tiny jersey with his name and number on the back.

Confused, he turned to see Ana grinning with a hand on her still-flat belly. Reo's eyes widened.

"Are you...?"

She nodded. Before she could say anything, he had her wrapped in his arms, covering her in kisses.

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Ana's pregnancy went smoothly, but no one on Reo's team would have known that based on his behavior. He refused to leave his phone behind when he practiced, and any message or call from her was answered immediately. He spent his time off researching OBGYNs and pediatricians, shopping for baby supplies, and bothering the other dads on his team for information.

When Ana finally went into labor, Reo was beside himself, anxiety spiking through him with each of her contractions. He held her but hand to be reminded to breathe more than Ana did; he only came to his senses when Ana threatened to have him thrown out if he didn't calm down.

Finally, a strong cry broke through the chaos of the delivery room, and time seemed to stand still. A nurse laid the baby on Ana's chest; someone in the room announced it was a girl.

A daughter, Reo thought, all other ideas silenced. We have a daughter.

Eventually Ana handed him the tiny girl, a tuft of purple hair framing her equally purple eyes. As he sat next to Ana and held his daughter, tears falling freely, Reo knew Kunigami was right. This was the best thing in the entire world.

[kiankiwi]

3 for 3: A Family Sickfic...

Summary: A dad!Jacob au fic where your two daughters Amelia and Stella get sick with the stomach flu and then once they get better, they pass it onto Jacob.

CW: vomit

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You woke up to a hand patting your face and you cracked open your eyes to find your eldest daughter crying and sitting on the floor in front of you, her nightgown stained with vomit. "M-mommy I'm sorry." You bolted up and Jacob startled. "What, what's wrong?" Jacob asked as he yawned.

"Squish threw up, can you give her a bath while I go clean her bed?" You asked as you turned on your bedside lamp and inspected your daughter. She was sobbing, sweaty, red in the face and her hair was a mess and her nightgown was ruined. "Oh baby girl... it just snuck up on you didn't it? Here, go with daddy and momma will fix your bed okay?"

Jacob helped Amelia step out of her soiled pajamas and then picked her up and brought her to your jacuzzi tub. "It's alright sweet girl, we'll get you feeling better soon." Jacob sets his daughter on the closed toilet seat and takes a good look at her face. "Can daddy feel your head?" He checks her for a fever. "You're a little warm, not too bad though. We're gonna get you cleaned up and we'll all go back to bed okay? Do you want some bubbles?" Amelia just answered by starting to cry again as Jacob started the faucet. "What honey? Does your tummy hurt again?" In answer, Amelia just coughed hard enough to gag and Jacob raced to cup his hand under her chin just in time for her to spit out a little more vomit.

"Ope, it's okay, let it all up." Jacob said as he pat Amelia's back. "Everything alright?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom, checking on your family. "Just a little more puke," Jacob reported as Amelia whined for you. "You done now honey?" Jacob asked. Amelia nodded before reaching out for you. "MAMA!" You sighed as Jacob set Amelia in the lukewarm water and began washing her up a bit. "I know sweetie, I know." You sat down next to Jacob and reached out to hold your little girls hand which seemed to calm her down a little bit.

"How was her bed?" Jacob asked. "Her bed was clean, she got it on the floor and seemed to step over it before coming for us." Jacob grimaced. "And Stella?" You gave him a thumbs up referring to your youngest daughter. "She's still asleep, I snuck up on her and checked to see if she was warm and she still feels normal." Jacob nodded as he gave Amelia her favorite bath toy. "But you know it's just a matter of time before whatever squish has spreads to Stella right?" You whacked Jacob in his shirtless arm. "Don't jinx it! Let a girl have some hope that this is one and done!" You hoped but you knew this sickness wouldn't be done until you all were down for the count. And you knew it was Stella next and then Jacob. And you had to take care of everyone.

A few minutes later, Jacob lifted your eldest out of the water, wrapping her in her little towel robe and brought her into her room to pick out new pajamas while you prepped to have a sleepover with patient zero. You filled up her Nemo water bottle, set a puke bucket on the nightstand, towels on the floor just in case, a case of crackers and a ginger ale sat on the nightstand too.

You smiled as Jacob carried Amelia back into the room. "This one took her medicine like a champ." You gasped happily. "You did! Good job sweet girl. Can you drink some water for mama and then we can all go back to bed?" You handed it to Jacob because she was clingy to him right now and if he offered it, it was a higher chance she'd actually take it. She took the straw in her mouth with no fussing. "Small sips baby, small sips." She nodded and drank about half of the bottle before she was done. "Alright sickie, time for bed..." You all three got in bed, snuggling your daughter in between you both. "Wake us up if you feel sick again okay baby?" She nodded and clutched onto Jacob's arm, using it as a pillow.

The next morning you woke up to your youngest daughter, Stella sobbing. And this wasn't a "mommy I'm awake cry", it's an "I'm in pain cry" You rolled out of bed, ran for your babies room to find her standing up in her crib, face red and angry, her sheets covered in vomit. "Oh no baby, not you too!" Just as you picked up Stella and she laid her head on your shoulder, you turned around to see a shirtless Jacob rubbing his sleepy eyes in the doorway. "We're two for two..." You sighed as you sat down in Stella's rocking chair with her. "God, all these germs..." Jacob murmured as he stepped forward to check out Stella, rubbing his knuckles over her red cheek. "Is squish okay?" Jacob nodded. "Yeah, yeah, she's still asleep. I just wanted to get some coffee to gear up for today. Since we'll have two sickies now, huh Stells?" Stella whined and reached for her dad. You gratefully handed her over, intrigued by the idea of coffee. You were gonna need a gallon of it today to tackle this sickness.

"Alright girls, I say we take it easy and just cuddle daddy on the couch with some blankies and movies huh? How does that sound?" You asked your daughters as you carried them into the living room. Amelia nodded. "Yeah, Beauty and Beast, daddy?" You smiled, you had looped the movie a thousand times by now but it was still your eldest's favorite. "Yeah, sure baby. We can watch the movie but you gotta let daddy take your temperature again okay?" Jacob asked with a yawn. She nodded as she got comfy on the couch on one side of the couch while her sister sat on the other, her daddy in the middle so Jacob was able to snuggle and cover both the girls at once.

You brought out the thermometer for Amelia and a cup of childrens Tylenol for Stella who was still red and sweaty. She cried as you tried to get her to take it but a promise for some juice after was enough to get her to take it. And the "juice" was just Pedialyte. Just as you got some fluids into Stella, Amelia's thermometer beeped saying her was significantly better, just a small 99.1 now. "Woah, that's so much better, squish! You want to try some toast? Or just have some juice too?" Amelia just snuggled into Jake and requested "juice". "Alright baby, we'll try some toast later." "Movie, daddy, movie!" She requested, getting comfy. "Alright alright squish. The movie's starting!" Jacob said as he finally pressed play.

The girls napped on and off throughout the day, only waking up to get more medicine and drink their sippies full of Pedialyte. And a few days later, when the girls seemed to be on the mend, Jacob woke up feeling terrible. Rolling over, you place your head on Jake's bare chest and immediate notice the unnatural warmth and sweat coming off him. You prop yourself up one an arm and inspect his sleeping face for any sign of pain. He groans in his sleep and you debated waking him to get him some medicine but instead you just ran your hand through his sweaty hair and let him sleep.

You decided to wash out his water bottle and get him a fresh one and you found him awake when you came back into the bedroom after checking on Amelia and Stella who were still vegged out on the couch watching a movie, sweating out the last of their sickness that their daddy has now seemed to catch.

Jacob coughed, reaching for you. "I feel terrible." He rubbed his face groaning. "Oh shit and I have that event tonight!" You smiled and ran your hands through his hair again. "Babe, you clearly have a fever. You're not going anywhere. You'll just have to cancel." Jacob looked at you, his eyes glazed over with sickness. "Are the girls okay?" You nodded, chuckling.

"They're fine, they're on the mend. They're just lazing out on the couch watching a movie. You sir on the other hand need some medicine. Does anything hurt or do you just feel hot?" Jacob stretched out, checking his body for aches and pains. "Ugh, my body hurts. My stomach feels swirly and my head hurts." You nodded. "You gotta have some medicine bub." Jacob grimaced. "No. I'll be fine."

"Jacob." You leveled him with the 'mom' look you used on the girls. "You need it if you want to go to the event later... And I don't want your fever to get worse. You need to stay hydrated and take your medicine. Just like the girls. It's gonna be gross but it'll make you feel better. Cmon, it's either medicine or a cold shower..." Jacob sat up. "Fine, I'll take the medicine." You leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Good choice, baby. I'll be right back. Do you need a bucket for your stomach at all?" He shook his head. "Bathroom's right there, I'll make it if I need to." You nodded. You were gonna bring a bucket just in case.

You came back ten minutes later to find Jacob retching into the sink. "Baby? Oh baby." You came up behind Jacob and rubbed his back as he continued retching. Once there was a break in the sickness, you helped lower him to the floor next to the toilet in case he was sick again. "You feel better now?" You asked, rubbing Jacob's back. Jacob just groaned. "I'm sorry, love. But you're not going to that event tonight. You'll just have to hunker down in bed and sweat this out. Good news is with medicine it should only last a few days." Jacob groaned again.

Just then you heard your eldest calling for you. "MOMMY!!! Stelly wants milk!" You smiled at what Amelia called her little sister. "Alright baby, give me a minute!" You yelled back. You smiled as you stood up. "Okay, baby give me a second!" You smiled as Jacob flushed the toilet and stood to his feet, wetting his toothbrush to brush his teeth.

"Duty calls. Finish brushing your teeth, maybe take a shower and I'll be right back with your medicine okay?" Jake nodded. "Yes ma'am." You smiled and went to find the girls who were now seemed to be back to their regular selves.

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This is an introduction fic to the dad!Jacob AU... a family AU starring you Jake, and your 2 (soon to be 4 girls). Amelia, Stella (Karina and Lucy are yet to be born!) I hope you enjoy it!

@crypticminx thank you for the help with this new AU..

creating AU's is so much fun

@mooodyblue

I hope you enjoyed it! happy reading!