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ryuusea · 1 year
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i just think lilia would
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willowser · 6 months
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really what prompted my double boy dad bakugou post was the idea of his older son — who is six, nearing seven — coming out of his room with messy, sleep-mussed hair and wandering into the kitchen on an early morning when katsuki's getting ready for work.
and your youngest is a little terror. spoiled rotten, katsuki thinks, was too babied and that's why he doesn't listen and has temper tantrums in the middle of the floor and is already throwing punches at three. katsuki's old witch of a mother thinks he'll be bulkier than his older son and twice as mean, prone to pinning his brother to the ground until he's declared the greatest.
(katsuki feels both horror and pride, at the very thought.)
it hasn't always been easy for your oldest; becoming a big brother never is. not that katsuki would know what that's like, but he hated to even share a playground with deku, much less share his one and only mommy, so he can only imagine what his own son went through when his brother arrived.
but he's been great about it, which comes as no surprise because his oldest has always been great about everything. gets his little brother out of bed and reminds him of his manners—even as he's getting whacked—gives up his toys just so the baby won't cry. he's too smart for his own good, acting like a big boy now—and it makes katsuki nostalgic in a way that hurts.
there hasn't been a lot of time for just the two of them. not like there used to be.
so when his firstborn comes to stand beside him in the kitchen, to lean his head against his dad's hip and rub at his sleepy eyes—katsuki just ruffles his already messy hair, before giving his ear a little tug.
"should be asleep," he grumbles to him, "sun's not even up yet."
his son only shrugs, yawns hard; despite this, he says, "'m not tired."
katsuki snorts and continues with his routine: finishes his protein shake, gives the kid a sip when he thinks he wants one (he doesn't really, though he tries not to make a face at the taste as he nods, as if he likes it), makes sure he's got all his work shit in his bag for patrol later. and his son is mostly quiet, content to share in the morning just between the two of them after katsuki sits him on the counter.
and then he asks, "can i come to work with you?"
on instinct, katsuki glances at his shut bedroom door, where you're still fast asleep, on the other side, and then down the hallway to where his youngest is sleeping, too.
technically, the kid probably could because you're off work today, and you could come pick him up later before katsuki has to head out, but—
"your brother won't be happy if i take you and not him."
and your oldest is a good big brother. has more patience than katsuki ever did, knows how to share—but on this morning that the two of them are indulging in, he only shrugs.
"well," he sighs—and he sounds so grown up, sounds like you when you're leveling with katsuki. "if he wanted to go then he should have got up, too."
"that why you're awake?" katsuki frowns, though his son only shrugs again. the idea that he's gotten up way too early, at the ass-crack of dawn just to have some extra time with his dad is too—
"yeah," katsuki murmurs, nodding at him to hop off the counter. "get your socks on so we can go."
there won't be anything for him to do in the agency office, besides get an endless amount of cups of water from the dispenser and all the candy in the receptionist's bowl and attention from the older ladies that thinks he's just so stinking cute.
but at least they'll be together, just the two of them. like old times.
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yingxtkm · 2 months
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I don’t know why but I still have this old shitty photoshop edit I made in my server awhile back in my camera roll. So I’m blessing y’all with it :^)) yw
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vilochkaaa · 8 months
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the sillies :p
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darktecno · 1 year
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Here's my contribution for short soft dad Bruce and (kinda) gruff tank Jason Todd.
This isn't Gotham Knights Jason, but still inspired by @bruciemilf 's tags
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angelsdean · 4 months
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Jack: Yeah, he-he wasn't all bad, my dad. Uh, that's what makes our parents loom so large in our heads, I think. They're… a million things to us all at once.
And even after they're long gone, we're stuck with them. Can't help it. They're inside of us. You know, my whole life, I promised myself I'd be nothing like him, but…I ended up just like him.
Kevin: No, Dad. You're way better than him.
Jack: Thank you, my son. And you're gonna be way better than me.
— 5x07, This Is Us
#this is us watch#gonna rb this in a sec to say exactly this but. scenes that could've been dean and jack. scenes that ARE dean and jack. 2 me.#the father son relationships on this show are soo good and rich and they GET the complexity of the dynamic between fathers and sons#and it's the exact same complexity dean has for john. that ability to hold both love and hate for a parent#and neither feeling cancels the other out. they both just. co-exist#and that's what jack (this is us) is getting at here. that your parents can be a million things to you all at once#that you can love them for the good times and hate them for the bad and you'll carry them with you forever#you imagine them to be one way all your life then you grow up and realize oh. they were just a flawed person like anyone else.#or you become a parent and you worry you're becoming like them. and at the same time u realize how hard it is to be a parent#how easy it is to mess up without even trying#and you'll talk to your son about it. and you'll fear you're doing everything wrong#and your son will look at you and say 'no dad. you're way better than him'#and you'll hope that your son turns out to be an even better person#because you just want the best for your kids.#and just. this is a scene dean and jack could've had. another time they go fishing and john comes up#and dean tells him how bad it was sometimes. but how it wasn't all bad. because it wasn't.#and he'll worry he isn't doing things right with jack. and jack will look at him like he's his hero#because he is. because jack loves dean so much. loves the quality time they spend together. it's their love language#and he'll tell him 'no you're way better than your dad'#and dean will do the ol' face pat. like he's done before. like bobby used to do with him. and draw him in for a hug#anyways. i feel fine abt it.#fathers and sons !!!!!!!!!!!!
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wantonlywindswept · 1 year
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Good Dad Paz ficbit pt 2
bc apparently i am doing a writing now, part one here
what is tone? what is pacing? what is the star wars timeline and how the fuck does the tribe fit into it???
don’t look at me, i don’t know her! watch me handwave everything about paz’s backstory instead
also it’s canon that mandalorians monologue at babies now, i don’t make the rules
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Mandalore was inhabitable.
Well, Mandalore was either inhabitable or Din had seriously fucked up, because almost as soon as Paz landed, he was nearly bowled over by a full-grown Alamite flying at his face. The Alamite was followed by a hoverpram carrying Din's child, who wore a distressed expression and no environmental protection whatsoever.
The N-1 was nearby but Din himself was nowhere to be seen, which meant that he probably had, in fact, fucked up.
Paz quickly stepped over the body, no longer quite so concerned with his helmet's pressurization as the pram bumped against his knees. He crouched down and reached out to cradle the foundling's head in his palm, feeling downturned ears trembling against his hand. 
"It's okay, little one," he said gently. "Where is your father?"
A tiny hand curled around one of his fingers. The other hand pointed toward the cave entrance Paz had originally been going toward, the child looking there before turning back to Paz with expectant hope. 
"You know the way?"
"Leh!"
"Alright then."
Paz scooped the foundling up in one arm, settling him in the crook of his elbow as he pulled out the heavy-duty blaster that hung from his hip. His assault cannon was still slung over his back, and he would put the kid back into the pram if he needed to, but it was hard to offer comfort from a distance. 
Small claws tapped against his cuirass and the child cooed softly, laying his head against the beskar. He seemed settled by the familiar sound, so Paz made sure he was secure against his chest before heading in the direction the little hand was pointing. The cave was less a cave and more just a jagged opening between chunks of trinitite, which followed a path down toward the ruins of Sundari.
Paz remembered - very distantly - traveling to the city when he was a child. It was long before the Night of a Thousand Tears, and nearly a year before the civil war that would fracture their people better than the Empire ever could. 
He'd been just old enough to notice, even then, how different his group was from the other Mandalorians they encountered. Only guards and soldiers - of which they saw many, followed suspiciously as they were from touchdown to takeoff - donned armor. The rest of the population in Sundari wore soft clothes and no helmets at all, extraordinarily scandalous but also apparently so normal to them that it was Paz's group that was being stared at.
It had been his first foray off of Concordia; he hadn't enjoyed it. Neither had the other children, all recently sworn to the Creed and taken to proudly record their names in the Registers. By the end of the trip, they'd all trudged back aboard the transport quiet and huddled together, eager to leave Mandalore and return to the proper, familiar ways of the Tribe.
"You know," he mused as they descended into the city, "I was once a foundling, too."
"Brr?"
"Yes, like you and your father," he agreed. "But I was found at a younger age, and adopted into one of the lesser branches of Clan Vizsla."
It wasn't as though Paz had expected Sundari to be in good condition, but the city was even less than a wreck. Only the vaguest sense of civilization could be found in the ruins, in the rusting panes of durasteel and the beskar skeletons of buildings. If - when - he retrieved his sorry excuse of a brother, they would have to see if any of the scraps were good enough to bring back to the Armorer.
His adoptive parents would probably have called the idea of picking through the city's beskar bones sacrilegious, but Paz always had found himself to be more of a practical sort.
"Bah!"
"Yes, alright."
Paz obediently headed in the direction the child pointed, absently bouncing him in his arm as the hoverpram followed behind them. If his memory of Sundari's map was correct, they were definitely not going in the direction of the Civic Center - which was on par for Din's navigation skills, really. 
Paz tilted his head down to look into big brown eyes.
"Do not," he ordered, "Turn out like your dad."
The child cooed. 
Then he smacked Paz in the face and giggled.
Clearly, a lost cause.
They made their way down a large tunnel that might once have been part of the sewer system, an irony that was not lost on Paz in the least, and had to deal with a few more Alamites. The glimpses of sunlight visible through the collapsed dome disappeared into darkness as they went deeper. When the tunnel began lightening up again with the warm flickers of lamp and firelight, he slowed to a halt, the child a knot of tension in his arm.
"Brr," the child whined, insistent but quiet, pointing to the curve in the tunnel ahead. Paz knelt down and helped him clamber back into the pram.
"I'll go get your father," he said softly, wrapping the blankets around the kid's small body, pulling them over his head. "You stay here where it's safe, alright? Stay in there and don't come out until one of us comes to get you."
The child whined again, sinking down into the blankets with his ears lowered unhappily. Paz ran a gentle hand over his head before standing back up, waiting for the pram's shell to snap shut before holstering his heavy pistol and pulling the assault cannon from his back.
He pushed the pram behind an outcropping of rock and strode forward with a sharp grin.
It was a good day for someone else to die.
[pt 3]
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bugsmoocher · 8 months
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hmgnbb :333
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inkribbon796 · 1 year
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Egotober 2022 Day 3: Magical Ink
Summary: Author figuring out he has powers and doesn’t want the other kids getting them too.
Prompt: Ink
Characters: Author, Wilford
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
~::~ Ten Years Ago ~::~
The Author wasn’t too sure when it started. But it started small. He’d write things and they would happen.
Dark knew first and then the rest of their little family all learned what he was capable of. He spent years trying to figure out what he could do with his powers. The Author could indefinitely keep someone trapped in one of his stories. They didn’t need to eat, or breathe, or go to the bathroom unless he decided that they needed to.
It was incredible. He felt powerful, but he knew his siblings might have powers as well and Author always tried to repeatedly write in his journals that they wouldn’t. All he could feel was fear about that.
That they would get powers and those powers would be better than his.
While he was writing in his journal on a couch on the backyard’s balcony, he missed Wilford walking over to him. “What you have there, Artie my boy?”
“Don’t look!” Author shielded the notebook with his body.
“Calm down, my boy,” Wilford sat down next to him. “Your draft is your own.”
The Author didn’t look at Wilford directly, becoming very twitchy.
“Are you okay, my boy?” Wilford asked.
Author hid his notebook from him, fearful.
“Did something happen, Artie?” Wilford asked.
“No,” Author looked away.
“Alright,” Wilford said and just watched Author for a bit.
“Did you get into a fight again, my dear boy?” Wilford asked. “I know you and Illy aren’t the best at getting along.”
“Fuck Illy,” Author told his adoptive father and turned back to writing in his notebook. The ink of his pen digging into the page.
“You’re very good at that,” Wilford told him. When Author was just staring at him, he added, “At the writing, it was never my strong suit. I was always better at acting a scene over writing it.”
“It’s my journal.” Author’s pen dug a bit harder into the paper as he kept writing.
“And you do a good job with it,” Wilford told him. “I’m certain when you have a draft of something ready, you’ll show it. It’s not like you have a boss commissioning a project.”
Author paused, hands tightening around his notebook.
“I make things,” Author said.
Wilford just smiled at him. “Don’t all creators?”
Author took his pen and jotted down the phrase: “Wilford is wearing a pink shirt.”
It took a second for a change to come over Wilford, his shirt slowly changing color.
“Well, well, isn’t that special,” Wilford smiled as he watched it happen. “That’s quite the gift you have.”
“I don’t want the others to get any,” Author said as he watched Wilford’s old shirt color going back to normal. “Dark likes my power.”
Wilford just watched him for a little bit before speaking up. “I think you and your siblings are very special and your father and I love you very much.”
Author looked away from Wilford. “I want to be special.”
“You are, my boy, I assure you, you are,” Wilford said.
“I don’t want Illy to get a power, he’ll be more special,” Author looked back up at him.
“You and I don’t control that, Artie,” Wilford said. “We’ll just have to see what happens.”
Author didn’t like that but he and Wilford sat on the balcony for a bit before going back inside for an afternoon snack.
The next day it wasn’t Illinois who got a specialized power. It was Yan. It started small, making her teddy bear appear out of thin air. It would take another day for them to realize what she was doing, and by then Illinois and Yancy had developed their own special abilities.
Author would be upset and throw a fit but he had to admit. His gift was still the most powerful. And he would have to take some consolation in that.
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mskrysta-art · 1 year
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dad & son quality time
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soraphic · 4 months
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this isn't proofread at allllllll i rlly couldn't be fucked i'm sorry. (babydaddy)plug!connie (with abt a paragraph of eren🙈),smut,dirty talk,connie has a breeding kink,unprotected sex,creampie.. that's it?
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𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 — 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢 (𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝)
you were being practically folded in half atop the crisp,white sheets of an uncomfortably sanitised hotel room as your phone rang.
a loud groan was let out from the man above you,but he allowed you a slither of space to pick up the facetime as you argued - "what if something's happened?"
you had entrusted your son with his daddy for the long weekend as your new,although not inherently a stranger,boyfriend pampered you with a trip from philly to new york.
he had coerced you into a sex-filled getaway with the notion that,as a 'single mother',you deserved some time off and that your son would adore some quality time with his dad.
you agreed on the promise that your baby would be out of all that 'gang shit',to which connie swore on his life he would keep.
that now left you and your son in different states and a slightly uneasy feeling in your stomach for the majority of the day. however,as if connie telepathically knew when his presence would be most annoying,he decided to call you just as things were progressing with you and your new beau.
you picked up the facetime,watching connie's face light up the screen with a shit eating grin. "hey,mami."
he had the dark hood of his custom all-black clothing pulled over his head,the slight peak of a ski mask able to be seen framing his face,highlighting the small cross decorating his cheekbone,as well as your name in cursive bending just above his eyebrow.
immediately conscious of the lack of the noise on his end of the line,you asked,"where's my son at,connie?"
"relax,ma,he sleepin' right next to me." he shuffled the camera to display your baby's sleeping figure,lips pursed and long lashes touching the fat of his cheeks as he slept. so serious,just like his daddy.
the phone was then brought back to connie,his jawline sharp as he pushed his tongue into his cheek,reaching over to adjust your son's blankets with the end of a pacifier hanging out of his mouth,phone resting against his chest.
after sorting your son,he looked back toward you,readjusting in his seat against the cream-coloured couch to take in the sight of you.
your hair was strewn out all over the pillows,your dark lip liner smeared down your chin and a content expression on your face having seen your child. although he had the joys of being blissfully unaware,seeing connie beside your own state through the facetime had you slightly reconsidering. you looked nothing like how you usually did after a fuck with connie,your makeup and lashes usually cried off with smears of drool down your chin simply from the delicious feeling of him pounding you. you shook off the thought almost as quickly as it came,not allowing yourself to indulge in it until you were at least back home.
"you been feedin' my baby?" the way you said it held a warning to it,but it never really worked with connie.
"you think 'ion know how to look after my son? he been eatin' good,ma,none of that formula shit."
you hesitated to praise him,not wanting to irritate your boyfriend further with any ex-to-ex pet names.
there was a few moments of content silence,but it was short-lived as it always is with connie,"so you not out with all your lil' girlfriends tonight?"
you had almost forgotten you had told him it was a 'girls vaca' to blow off some steam,mikasa and sasha covering for you while cosied up in their own homes.
eren scoffed beside you,dropping his head to laugh into his chest. you slapped his arm,demanding him to be quiet with your eyes alone,hoping to god connie hadn't heard the deep grumble of a painfully obviously male laugh.
"yo,you got someone else in there wit' you?"
the immediate reaction probably should've been to deny,deny,deny,but instead your instinct was to clap back at him just as hard.
"'n what if i did? we not dating,connie,you just the dick that impregnated me."
"no puedo creer," he mutters with a hand to his forehead,"who the fuck is it?"
"why do you care?" you knew you were being defensive,but who was he to stop you seeing other people?
"estupida,you on some fuckin' bae-cation with this mámon?"
"leave him alone,connie!"
"oh,so he there 'n he not gon' speak?coño."
you began to formulate an argument to fire back at him,as well as eren opening his mouth to speak,but the 3 of you were cut off by the shrieking sounds of a baby crying as your shouting had awoken your son.
connie was quick to place his phone down,carefully taking your son into his arms. he then leaned down to pick you up,bouncing your son on his hip as he pointed toward the camera,"look,you want your mami? say hi to mami,chico."
your son almost immediately settled,nuzzling into his daddy as connie pressed his lips to the swell of your son's cheek,giving a few kisses before moving to place one against his forehead.
you stopped your cooing at the screen to snap at connie once your son with settled. "look at you,now you done woke him up!"
he didn't reply,just continued to rock your son,now hyper aware of the fact that there was some guy balls deep in his baby mom listening in on your conversation.
"so you not gon' answer me now?"
"watchu want me to say?"
you were almost speechless. it wasn't like connie to ever avoid an argument like this,usually by this point having severely lost his shit. did he not care anymore?
you huffed,shifting around in the bed uncomfortably,pursing your lips,"'kay,i'll call you tomorrow morning before my drive."
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your bags made an awful screech across the hard wood floors of connie's home,one the two of you previously shared. it had been up to you to design the interior,and not a day went by that you didn't severely regret your choice of flooring.
you quickly rid yourself of your scarf and jacket,hanging them neatly beside an array of both yours and connie's coats. even after moving all your important shit out,there was still bits and pieces of you filling connie's home,one that he still considered to be just as much yours as it was his. you were left in the knitted two piece you travelled in,paired with the chestnut uggs connie had gotten you last year,a fact about most of your outfits eren wasn't privy to. the beige tracksuit was one connie had always appreciated you in,which maybe contributed to your decision on the outfit this morning,although you'd never admit to it. it really did look good on you,but whether you mostly believed that because of his words and inability to keep his wandering hands off you you weren't exactly sure.
you practically skipped into the sitting room,having missed your two favourite boys for 3 days. the cheesy grin you were wearing grew ten fold when you were greeted with the sight of your son cuddled up on the couch in your baby daddy's arms,both almost completely immersed in connie's phone.
his eyes flickered up to meet yours for just a second,before breaking the contact and staring back at the screen. you couldn't help but frown slightly,almost dragging your feet over to him as you bend down to pick up your son,his eyes growing when he recognised your face. connie almost felt smug when he noticed your long nails curling around your son's chubby torso,ones he had paid for with his initial tattooed into your ring finger.
"you gon' stay silent the whole time,connie?"
his gaze snapped up to your face,feeling almost caught out by the cat-like grin spread across your face as you cuddled into your son.
"nah,jus' thinkin'." he shrugged.
"about?"
"-how good you gon' look wit' another one of my babies in you."
he leaned back with one arm spread across the headrest of the couch,a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he eyed you watching him,jaw dropped and spluttering for words.
"that's! no,connie.. i told you,that's not gon' happen again."
"what's not gon' happen? you lettin' me fuck you or gettin' you pregnant?" his grin only grew,head cocked at you with narrowed eyes,taking deep pleasure in catching every bit of your reaction.
"enough,connie!"
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"gon' put another baby in you,yeah?"
you shook your head desperately,hot tears wetting your fresh lashes and cascading down your red cheeks. "no,,no—" he clamped a hand down over your mouth to stop your wailing,shushing you as he leaned down to press his lips to the back of his knuckles. the fog clouding your brain and the bruising snap of his hips had you convinced you could feel his plump lips brushing against your own as he spoke.
"shh,ma,you gon' wake him up."
your heavy-lidded eyes drifted to the sleeping figure of your son,wrapped up next to the two of you in the portable bassinet you insisted connie bought to transport your son between houses when the two of you split for the third - or fourth - time. shallow breaths were leaving his full,parted lips. you couldn't help but feel shame bubble inside you at the feeling of your wetness spread embarrassingly over connie's thighs while he drilled you.
you opted to close your eyes,leaning your head back with connie's hand muffling your cries. the bastard laughed at you,leaning back to readjust the angle at which he ploughed you,now using the hand against your jaw as leverage to his thrusts.
"you wan' a lil' girl this time,ma?"
you whined in response,pushing against his hips in a feeble attempt to get him to let up on your abused pussy.
"she gon' look jus' like you.. dios mio.. all pretty n' shit.."
he started to pant,pushing his thumb against your lips. you opened your mouth to him,too fucked out to deny him any longer. he pushed the digit flat against your tongue,allowing your lips to close around him while he tipped his head back,letting a loud groan out into the room.
you hummed around his thumb,pulling him toward you with a tight hand around the bone of his hip,tits almost smacking you in the face with the force of their bouncing as he sped up.
he brought his unoccupied hand from your waist to rub at your overstimulated clit,pouting his lips at the pure horror that wash over your face,"one more so i can fill you up n' i'm done,baby."
you felt your next climax crash through you almost immediately after he came in contact with your sore nub,too overstimulated to hold out against his teasing. he spilled inside you soon after,fucking his cum into you as he kissed at the fat of your cheek,doting on you after such aggressive sex.
his eyes moved to the side of his head to quietly check on your son,still soundly sleeping,while you fought against passing out and staying the night.
though,you eventually woke up to connie's aggravating snoring right in your ear and a heavy,tattooed arm slung over your waist.
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soraphic 2k23 — please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms: i do not tolerate them at all.
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sunshinesteviee · 5 months
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quality time - s.h.
summary: steve has some quality time with his newborn wc: 1.1k warnings: descriptions of steve's scars, dad!steve & mom!reader a/n: so i'm pretty sure this was originally a request from an anon literally forever ago, but i cannot for the life of me find the ask, i'm so so sorry! it's been a while since i've posted, so just a lil something for y'all. hope you enjoy! <3
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“You wanna hold him again, love?” you ask your husband in a murmur, barely able to pull your gaze up from your newborn. He’s tiny and perfect, and you just can’t get enough of him, even after a couple of hours. 
Steve’s perched next to you on the bed, one strong arm around your body. His thumb traces short, gentle lines over the hill of your shoulder, nose pressing against your temple as he gazes down at your son, “Mhm, yeah, if—“
“You better not be saying ‘if it’s okay with me’, he’s your son, too, Steve. Here, you take him,” you elbow him gently, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. It’s adorable, but totally not necessary. 
His cheeks flame red as he carefully takes the bundle of blankets from you, sheepish as he mumbles, “That’s not what I was gonna say—“
“Save it, baby, I know you better than that.”
He huffs but doesn’t say anything, immediately drawn to his baby boy in his arms instead. He looks like a mini version of you, your nose and eyes that he loves so much; it makes his heart grow ten times bigger. He does have a full head of hair that’s definitely the Harrington gene, though. And maybe he has Steve’s lips, too. 
Steve pulls his arms up, pressing a kiss to his head gently before he moves towards the chair in the corner of the room that he’s claimed as his. Just as he’s about to settle into the chair, a nurse enters the room to check on everyone. She smiles at the sight of your baby boy in Steve’s arms and says, “You know, there’s a lot of benefits of doing skin-to-skin with your newborn. Especially for dad and baby. Helps to regulate baby, and is great for bonding with your baby. Wanna give it a try?”
You expect Steve to say no. Not that he doesn’t care or doesn’t want to, but you can count the number of times you’ve seen him with his shirt off in public on one hand. After his time in the upside down, he’s marred with scars. Deep ones that eat into his sides and pucker his skin, that are rough and not pleasant to look at. The first time he’d gotten up the courage to take off his shirt at the pool, scars still fresh and pink, he’d gotten incredulous looks and nasty stares. He’d quickly learned that it was better to keep his clothes on to keep the questions to a minimum. He wasn’t ashamed, it was just easier that way. The only times Steve took his shirt off in public was if it was around people who knew what had happened, and even then, sometimes he didn’t want to. The scars were a reminder of all the shit they’d been through, and sometimes it was easier to pretend they didn’t exist. 
So, to say you’re surprised when Steve immediately agrees is an understatement. You watch in shock — and admiration — as Steve hands your son back to you for a moment so he can pull his shirt over his head. In fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him remove his shirt so quickly, even after all your years together. The bite-shaped scars, though not as prominent as they once were, are on full display, still slightly pink and raised against his tan skin. If the nurse notices, she doesn’t say anything; she only smiles, suppressing a laugh as Steve trades you his shirt for your son. 
He takes him carefully, as if your son is made of glass and could break at any moment. He handles him so delicately it makes your heart burst, and you cradle Steve’s shirt to your own chest. Steve finally sits down, placing his little boy in his lap so he can unwrap the blankets and get him out of his tiny onesie. It’s so small that it nearly makes you cry, even more so as you watch your husband lift your son back up and lay him against his chest once the onesie has been set aside. 
He pauses for a moment, not quite comfortable in the chair yet, eyes flicking to the nurse in the corner of the room as he asks, “It’s not— he’s not gonna be too cold, right?”
“Not at all! Skin to skin is actually great for regulating a baby’s body temperature. He’ll be just fine.”
Steve considers what she’s saying and then nods, finally leaning back into his chair, holding your boy to his chest, “Yeah. Okay, yeah, that’s good.” For someone who had been almost as terrified about being a dad as he was excited, he’s taking to it quickly, just like you knew he would. You knew his insecurities had more to do with his parents than his own ability to be a parent, and so far, he’s already proving himself wrong. 
The newborn scrunch is in full effect, your son’s tiny limbs tucked mostly underneath his body against Steve’s chest. He looks content, and you honestly can’t blame him — Steve’s chest is also one of your favorite places to be. Your husband looks just as content; one hand covering the entirety of your son’s back, fingers behind his head for support, the other hand on his small, diaper-covered bum to keep him in place. Steve’s eyes flutter closed after a few moments, settling back into the chair comfortably.
There’s a Polaroid camera sitting on the bedside table next to you, and you reach for it so you can take a picture. You want to remember this. Not only for the sweet moment, but also for Steve’s clear and immediate love for his little boy. The noise of the camera is a lot louder than you anticipated, and Steve cracks one eye open, sending you the best fake glare he can muster with just one eye. It’s ridiculous and it makes you laugh behind your hand, not wanting to wake your sleeping baby. You murmur a half-hearted apology as the picture prints, not really meaning it. 
Steve snorts his own laugh, his chest moving enough for your little boy to grunt quietly in protest, shifting his position against Steve. Quick to soothe, Steve pats at his tiny back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s interrupting our quality time, huh? She had nine whole months with you, and she just has to interrupt us.” 
“Steve,” you giggle, shaking your head as you hold up the now developed picture, “I was trying to capture the moment!”
“Shhh, we’re bonding!”
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after that one video of charles holding chiara, i feel like the baby thing might've gotten to all of us, really.
i was thinking.. charles and reader's first vacation together since the baby was born and they just take a yacht trip (like the one the leclercs did on this year's summer break) and everyone's there! incluiding chiara cuz i feel like charles would make them become bffs LOL. also he's such a girls dad ughhhh
HES SO DAD SHAPED
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You smiled over as Charles turned to face you, holding your baby girl, Juliette in his arms, adjusting the small bucket hat on her head which protected her from the sun. You pulled Charles button up shirt over yourself a bit more, even though Charles had convinced you that you looked beautiful without - Your self confidence had taken quite the hit since being pregnant and giving birth to your daughter, but Charles was working on making sure you felt as beautiful as you looked.
"Jules, look over at your mama," Charles pointed over at you, and Juliette's eyes followed to where was pointing, giving you a toothless grin as she spotted you, her beloved mama. You smiled widely at her, opening your arms for Charles to place her in. "How's my girl doing?" Charles asked you, placing Juliette in your arms, the two of you grinning as she babbled nonsense.
"I'm good, mon amor, just enjoying the sun," You told him, resting your head against his bare shoulder as you sighed contentedly, happy to be spending some quality time with your little family. "I think Jules is sleepy, Charles." You said, running your hand up and down your daughters small back, gently lulling the 10 month old to sleep in your arms.
You knew that the given nickname of your daughter was bittersweet for Charles, but he had asked you at the very start of your pregnancy if you would at least consider naming your child in some way that would honour his late close friend and godfather. Of course you obliged, how could you deny him such a request?
"She's so beautiful, just like her mama," Charles smiled at Juliette and then back at you, and placed a kiss on your cheek as you blushed at his compliment. "My two most beautiful girls," He started, putting his arm around the two of you as you leaned into him, Juliette sleeping peacefully in your arms and on your chest. "Ma belle épouse et ma superbe petite princesse."
my beautiful wife, and my stunning little princess.
You had no clue how you ended up so lucky with a man like Charles, a man who loved you more than life itself, who loved you enough to marry you with the most stunning wedding known to man, and a man who loved you enough to give you the most beautiful baby girl - Who sometimes you thought he loved more than you, but given her cuteness, you would allow it. You loved Charles' family, and they loved you as if you were one of their own, Pascale was especially fond of you, since you had gifted her with her first grandchild to spoil.
She knew of her middle sons tendencies to rush into relationships, but the first time she met you, she told Charles that she knew you were the one for him - that she saw that he was comfortable to be himself truly around you.
He knew she was right.
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kept remembering this retweet from a few weeks ago which also had me like “hey yeah let me check in on that podcast” as one does, as it was a Sensible Chuckle(tm) to me then & now & i’m filing away the [the fun stephen king short story “the jaunt” ending] Bit of “[comparative adjective] than you think!” x2
“They’re more spacious than you think! They’re more spacious than you think!”
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— kevinbiegel (@kbiegel)
August 25, 2022
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radiance1 · 7 months
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Killer Croc and Jack Fenton are brothers.
Killer Croc was the first born, just a about 5 years older than Jack. Their father was a large man, much larger than should be possible considering he never had a meta gene.
But oh boy would it have not surprised them if he did. Because that man was strong, 10 feet tall, and shrugged off things that would injure most people.
Like a brick to the head.
Anyways.
Croc was entranced with his younger brother; he was so small so much tinier than he had any right to be, and cuter than a button. He babbled like most babies do, but Croc wouldn't think twice before calling his baby brother the best baby of them all.
His dad could fit him in the palm of his hand easily! Which was just one of Jack's many great qualities in his opinion!
Croc and Jack's parents weren't really on the best of terms, Croc could tell. He didn't know why, really, but he didn't want his baby bro to feel unloved in any sort of way, and it's not like he really had friends to hang out with, plus his parents were busy with jobs.
So he mostly spent his time taking care of and playing with Jack. Changing diapers, feeding him, lifting him up and down with his tail, just the normal sibling stuff.
He feels kind of bad for his dad though, whatever kind of job he had didn't even let him come home most days, and when he did he could barely even walk upright without falling asleep and jolting awake. He still made time for them, however, when he got those rare few off days.
He's honestly surprised that man managed to drive a car properly in the state he was in.
Their mother was often out of the house, Crocc didn't know what she was doing but he just thought it was like his dad. Unlike his dad, however, she didn't really like him. He didn't really know why, nor did he really care either if he was to be honest.
Around a year later the tension between their parents got so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Then it turned to arguments in the rare times they both were in the house, he didn't even know his parents could make such cutting remarks to each other, and then both of them being in the house less than before.
Then when he turned 10, and Jack 5. They got divorced. Croc was left with his mother and Jack got taken by his father. His mother didn't take the divorce well, really, probably because at the same time she got fired from whatever the hell she was doing and was left jobless.
Then she dropped the bomb on his that his dad wasn't even his actual dad and Jack is only his half-sibling and then promptly abandoned him in the sewers with the rats and what was most likely very poisoned water due to it being the sewers and Gotham.
Well. Fuck.
Croc thinks that Jack doesn't even remember him due to how young he was, nor did he ever see his dad again cause, y'know, being abandoned in the sewers and all.
Then multiple years later he ran into his brother again and got DAMN was he tall. Not taller than him, but it was basically the equivalent of a gut punch to Croc, because he remembers his baby bro being so tiny, so baby.
He blames his father's genes for him being 8 feet taller now. A head shorter than him, sure. But he wants back his small baby bro alright.
Then he finds out his baby bro has a family.
And fuck did he not want to involve himself anymore in fear of being a catalyst for tearing said family apart due to being, well, him and all. Then he was promptly (quite literally) dragged over to meet said family despite his stance on the matter.
Then he finds out he's just treated like a normal person with zero amount of fear. His wife? She had to have a giant in her family too because she was 7 feet tall and was smart enough to kick his ass.
His daughter? 6 feet tall and their first meeting she accidently became his therapist. Also, he was sure she was a meta of some kind, probably something to do with wolves.
Then finally, their son.
It felt like he was thrown back to his childhood when he saw him, he looked so much like Jack did, and he was so, so tiny just like his baby bro was. He had to physically hold himself back from doing anything with the kid because he feared he would accidentally break him or something.
Then he found out that apparently his nephew was half-dead and that his brother and his wife hated ghosts with a passion, built a portal to the other side, had their city attack by the ghost king and then promptly found out about their son's half-dead status and had to do a major revamp of basically everything they knew and acted upon.
Which they're still working on.
Oh and also their daughter is a werewolf, she had a meta gene from someone of his dad's side and only recently activated it.
All of that which was a lot to take in for old Killer Croc, also he knew his niece had something to do with wolves.
So, Killer Croc in all of his life from the point of being abandoned at up to now, decided to go screw the bats and whatever they're attempts of figuring out what the fuck's going on with him (look at you Red Hood.) and decided to try and integrate himself into this family and brother's life again as best he can.
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WHEN THEY'RE DADS
a guide to their children personalities, looks and more
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characters: dad & husband! alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kaedehara kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley
intro: some says children are the mirrors of their parents, reflecting their images and absorbing their surroundings. perhaps this is true as your child shows so much of your husband. nevertheless, they’re their own person too, with their own personalities and likes - but never less loved for that.
cw: kids are described as toddlers and middle-childhood
reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡
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Hakim
Birthday: May, 7th
Appearance: Hakim has all the looks from his father including his blank expression, although he's nothing but a sweet boy. Hakim has a lot of respect for his parents, and not surprisingly, he’s a very kind and noble kid. For some reason, he doesn't like to start talks but to observe people which it is, perhaps, another trait he took after his father. He loves drawing and reading books with pictures what makes you and Alhaitham buy him a lot of art materials and encyclopedias. Even when he becomes a bit old for his age, Hakim likes to listen his father or you reading for him before he goes to bed.
Nicknames: Kim, Love (you), Son (Alhaitham).
Trivia: He likes cats but he's allergic to them.
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Aryan & Isaar
Birthday: November, 26th
Appearance: They’re very identical twins which till this day it causes a lot of trouble for people to identify them. The twins are a mix from both parents, though Cyno’s genes are favored a little bit more as they share the same skin tone, the red-orange eyes and not unironically the stoic face. Aryan is the quiet one while Isaar can be more social what makes the perfect balance between brothers. They’re respectful, kind and honest, but not so easily to trick. Aryan can be more judging than Isaar, if he doesn’t like someone he won’t hide it. They’re good friends with Hakim and Zahra. Both of them are very affectionate towards you, but they enjoy to spend their time with their dad as well.
Aryan’s nicknames: Ary (mostly you), Yan (only Isaar), Son, Kid (Cyno)
Isaar’s nicknames: Isa (mostly you), Izz (only Aryan), Son, Kid (Cyno)
Trivia: They hate sweets but love sour fruits. They created their own language which they use to communicate with each other when they are around strangers. Aryan is 7 minutes older than Isaar.
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Kaedehara Kazumi
Birthday: March, 3rd 
Appearance: Kazumi is nothing more than a perfect replica of his father, Kazuha. The boy received all the samurai's characteristics, barely leaving anything for your own genes. What differentiates them is the charming mole under your son's left eye, because even the calm and easygoing personality they share. Kazumi, however, tends to be mischievous and presumptuous which brings him troubles sometimes. Nonetheless, he's a loving and gentle kid; looking after his younger siblings, and listening and admiring you and Kazuha. 
Nicknames: Zumi, Son, Kazu, Zuzu (mostly Kiyomi when she wants to annoy him)
Trivia: He’s ambidextrous.
Kaedehara Kiyomi
Birthday: October, 17th 
Appearance: She definitely looks more like you, though Kazuha' characteristic features such as his crimson eyes and the red streak weren't left behind. However, your daughter is her own person as she is a very extroverted, charismatic and confident girl. She's pretty mischievous and she loves to play with Kazumi, but she can be very girly too as she adores quality times with you. She is a smart and strong type, not taking well to things she judges wrong. She deeply loves you and Kazuha, and cares for her brothers very well, mainly the youngest one. 
Nicknames: Kiki, Sweetie girl (mostly Kazuha), Yomi, Kiyo
Trivia: She loves dresses, kimonos, yukatas.
Kaedehara Haruki
Birthday: September, 21th
Appearance: Haruki is a beautiful mix of you and Kazuha. He has the same pale skin tone as his father, but his eyes shine like two jewels just like yours. As he was born sick, he is smaller than children of his age. Haruki is also very close to you and Kazuha as he rarely leaves the house, but he also likes to be included in his older siblings’ games. He’s a very shy and quiet boy, but he has a sweet and cute side that he shows to his family and some familiar faces. Haruki has a boxy smile that you and your family love very much, certainly his main charm.
Nicknames: Baby (mostly you), Buddy, Son, Haru
Trivia: He’s asthmatic. 
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Zahra
Birthday: August, 13th
Appearance: Zahra definitely looks more like her father, although her goldenish eyes remind her grandmother of her late husband. She’s a sweet, cheerful and a very friendly girl, being the extroverted one from all her friends. She’s curious and smart, preferring to play with puzzles and bricks over dolls. She absolutely loves her father and not surprisingly Kaveh is her favorite parent, although she loves you equally. Zahra has natural chubby and rosy cheeks and outsiders cannot help themselves but want to squeeze them — which it makes Kaveh go all overprotective. Overall, Zahra is a good girl and barely throw tantrums even being so pampered by her father or her rich aunt. 
Nicknames: Zaza, Babygirl, Sunshine, Sweet girl, Princess (mostly Kaveh)
Trivia: She’s afraid of insects, mainly butterflies.
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Corinne & Quentin
Birthday: December, 30th
Appearance: It's slightly noticeable their cat shaped eyes since they look so much like you. Even though Corinne and Quentin are identical twins, they've some physical differences if you take a close look, like Quentin being a inch taller than his sister or Corinne's cheeks being chubbier. Just like their father and aunt Lynette, the twins share the same personality’ difference as well. Although Quentin isn't as energetic as Lyney, he's the friendly and talkative twin while his sister is calm and reserved. They don't have a favorite parent, they love you and Lyney equally. The twins grew up surrounded by magic tricks and they absolutely adore when Lyney comes up with a new one. 
Corinne's nicknames: Rin, Anne (only Quentin), Dear (mostly you), Doll, Sweet girl (Lyney)
Quentin's nicknames: Quenn, Quinn (only Corinne), Junior, Love (mostly you), Buddy (Lyney)
Trivia: Corinne is allergic to shrimps and Quentin hates onions. They’ve only fought once. Quentin is five minutes older.
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Éveline
Birthday: February, 4th
Appearance: She’s a very beautiful girl with the same white hair, draconian blue eyes and pointy ears as her father, but her facial features came from you. Éveline is a timid and soft-spoken girl and she tends to get easily nervous around unknown faces, hiding behind you or Neuvillette. She absolutely adores the Melusines and she gets along very well with Corinne. She's a little bit emotional but she knows she can run to you or her father if she gets overwhelmed by her own feelings. Éveline loves to cuddle with Neuvillette. As time pass by, she starts to be outdoors by herself a little bit more, whether enjoying nature or playing with animals.
Nicknames: Line, Angel (you), Child, Darling (mostly Neuvillette), Eve
Trivia: She loves Mondstadt' water and she wants to be an "animal healer" when she gets older.
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Cameron
Birthday: June, 26th
Appearance: Cameron is a carbon copy of his father, not only in his looks but their likes and mannerisms are exactly the same. He’s more collected and quiet than Wriothesley. However, his personality easily changes under your caring and affection being more blushy and shy. He’s incredibly well-educated and respectful for his age, and he treats everyone the same regardless of their background or crimes. He’s very intelligent and he loves to play puzzles or create things. For a long time Cameron was the only child but neither you nor Wriothesley had doubts about how he’d react with a new family addition as he had shown to be a loving big brother already.
Nicknames: Sweetheart, Love, Baby boy, Cam, Buddy, Son (Wriothesley), Cammy (Marie)
Trivia: He loves tea but not without sugar.
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Marie
Birthday: October, 9th
Appearance: She’s 14 years younger than Cameron and she’s the cutest girl in the world, according to her father and big brother. She looks more like you, but her icy blue eyes are a gift from her father. Marie is very innocent, sweet and empathetic. For some reason she's very small for her age, though she's a healthy and energetic girl. Marie is too precious and friendly for her own good so Wriothesley and Cameron feel like they cannot take their eyes off of her. You and your husband weren't trying to have a second kid, she came as a blessing that your family embraced with much joy.
Nicknames: Angel, Love (you), Mae (mostly Cameron), Princess (mostly Wriothesley), Sunshine, Baby girl
Trivia: Her first word was “Cam” and her favorite drink is almond milk.
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author fun facts: marie is entirely based off on maria from anime film "Koe no Katachi", and zahra' insects fear are sort of personal since i'm truly terrified of them. mainly butterflies.
a/n: since it seems i'm committed to keep writing and giving life to this series, i'm bringing this character profile list for those who are interested to follow it updates or just take a look on it to get a broader look and have a detailed reference when you go to picture/imagine their kids. in my drafts, i've write and described them as teenagers/young adults. so if you want to know more just reach me in my askbox :)
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