#sits in the corner rocking back and forth

[onlyquinns]

https://www.tumblr.com/onlyquinns/783571336627961856/oh-my-days-i-actually-love-you-jack-hughes-ideas?source=share

This is the first time I've really seen my self in a fic! That's the kind of shy awkward I am and I've never seen it reflected back. May I please make a request of Jack trying to woo the same kind of shy, awkward girl who's brushing it off and avoiding his attention because to her Jack either isn't flirting at all and she's making things up, doesn't mean it and just wants her for fun, or will eventually get tired of how she is and leave?

you stand still as some guy talks to you at the bar. your hands are laced together around a whiskey glass, and your lips are pursed in a straight line. the dude reeks of cheap beer and bad news as he talks to you, something about how the hockey boys in the corner of the room are awful people. which you know isn’t the case.

jack watches you from the corner, lips pulled into a scowl as the dude in front of you blocks your body from his view. he pushes himself off the booth he’s at with some of the guys and makes his way to you, throwing casual elbows at people who dance in his way.

“hey, pretty,” jack says as he circles you, wrapping an easy arm around you. he shoots a quick glare at the guy who’s forced you into a conversation. “how’s my favorite girl doing?”

your eyes flick to jack, filled with uncertainty at what he’s plotting, but a slight glimmer of urgency catches his attention and jack moves to remove you from the conversation.

he pretends to whisper in your ear, leaning in and saying, “just go along with my plan,” and then turning to the drunk. “thanks for keeping my girl company, man—she’s gorgeous, huh?” jack gives the guy a friendly smile, a flash of teeth catching in the dim bar light, and an unmistakeable look in his eye that challenges the dude. the drunk guy backs away, leaving with hands up.

your body relaxes as the guy vanishes from sight, a relieved sigh leaving your lips. your fingertips ache from how tightly you were pressing into the whiskey glass, knuckles turning back to their normal color rather than the unusual white.

“you okay?” jack asks, and you body stiffens once more.

you give a curt nod. “uh huh… thanks… for that.” you clamp your mouth shut again, rocking back and forth on your heels. “i’m gonna… go.” as you move to walk away, jack grabs your elbow and redirects you to his table.

“c’mon,” he says softly, tone more than what you’re used to for a platonic or professional relationship. “sit with me; let me buy you a drink.” he smiles at you, far too soft, and your cheeks feel hotter at the implication.

but you shake it away. no way in hell is jack hughes flirting with you.

as you sit down next to luke, you awkwardly scoot away so that his leg doesn’t brush yours. he gives you a funny look but doesn’t push, letting you position yourself at the edge of the booth, half of your body hanging off the seat as if you’re about to flee. jack excuses himself quickly and goes to get you a drink, something he promised you’d like.

“so, you’re the media girl, right?” someone asks, arms lazily draped on the back of his seat. “we rarely see you at the arena, so i figured i’d ask.”

you shake your head and glance at jack as he makes his way back. his steps are slow and thoughtful as he carries back two mystery drinks, one for him and the other for you.

“no… i…” you gesture vaguely in front of you, unsure of what to say. “i’m just normal staff. i only work when there’s a game or other event going on at prudential.” you place your hands in your lap, curling your fingers tightly. you give a nod as if approving of what you said.

jack laughs a little and pulls a chair up beside you, sitting with it placed backward so his arms can rest on the back. “makes killer nachos when she does concessions,” he says, looking at you fondly.

the guys laugh, and you figure you don’t have to tell them that the nachos are just normal corn chips with over-processed cheese on top.

after the laughter lulls, you fidget in your seat uncomfortably. you’re not sure what to say—if you even have to say anything.

“uh…” you start, glancing at people around the table as they sip beers. “i’m gonna leave.”

you stand from the table and raise your hand in a quiet wave. jack jumps up beside you.

“i’ll take you home,” he says, grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder. before you can say no, jack ushers you through the bar and toward the front door, a gentle hand ghosting over your lower back.

“you don’t have to do this,” you say as he holds the door open. you step out onto the sidewalk, hands behind your back as you rock back and forth a little. “i’m capable of getting home myself.”

jack shrugs and starts walking to a car parked on the side of the road, its headlights flashing twice as he unlocks the car. he holds the passenger door open for you, nodding his head toward the leather seat. you shuffle forward, rubbing at your arms in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“thanks,” you mumble, hauling your body into the seat and buckling yourself in. jack watches you diligently, waiting to hear the telltale click of the belt buckle before shutting your door and rounding the car.

when he slides in next to you, he turns and smiles. he gestures to the radio, “want aux?” he asks, reaching for the dingy phone cable. you shake your head no and jack shrugs, smirk pulling at his lips. “suit yourself,” he says, plugging his phone in and pulling up spotify.

jack shuffles through his playlists, scrolling through endless playlists with goofy names until he finally settles in one. you glance over as he chucks his phone into the cup holder and stiffen at the name typed at the top of the playlist.

songs for the pretty assistant.

jack whistles along to the song that plays while your mind spirals. you’re certain it’s just a random playlist that he picked—that you’re not actually the pretty assistant—but he glances over at you as cheesy lyrics ooze from the car speakers. you turn away and stare out the window, listening as jack chuckles and begins driving.

he doesn’t attempt conversation as he goes, content with sitting in silence and tapping along to the soft romance songs that play. you sit with your hands curled on your knees, back pressed harshly into the seat. jack doesn’t say anything about how stiff your posture is, he’s known you long enough to know you. but when he finally pulls up outside your apartment complex, he finally decides to bite.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, looking right at you with gentle eyes and furrowed brows. the automatic light in the parking lot shines down on his face, making the concerned glint in his eyes more apparent.

you gnaw on your lip. “nothing,” you lie, anxiously bringing your hand to your mouth to chew on your fingernails.

you turn your head so you’re staring out the window and jack leans over the middle console to gently grab your chin. your heart feels like it might combust at the sensation of his fingers on your skin, at how rough they are compared to the softness of your face. you swallow thickly.

“c’mon,” jack murmurs. “what’s going on inside your pretty head?”

you want the ground to open up and eat you whole, to take you away. your feet fidget, the sole of your sneaker pressing on your other shoe. you don’t want to admit it, but you like jack—he’s sweet and kind and understanding of your personality. but you know hockey players, and you know that love is a game to them.

so, you say, “why are you messing with me?” it’s the boldest thing you’ve said in the history of your relationship with him, and it shows.

jack stares at you, caught off guard. his eyes are wide and a frown pulls at his pink lips. “what? i’m not messing with you at all.” you want to call him out, but jack doesn’t let you. “i really like you, like, a lot. i thought i made it pretty obvious.” his eyes flutter over your face, ghosting over your eyes and your cheeks and settling on your lips. “just… just wasn’t sure you like me back, or at all.” he lets out a pained chuckle and you feel guilt rise in your throat.

without thinking, you fist the front of his shirt. the action is unpracticed and messy, but you make do. you surge forward and screw your eyes shut, slamming your lips to jack’s without another thought. for a second, he doesn’t reciprocate and you think you’ve made a mistake. you’re about to pull away, but jack wraps tight arms around your waist, hauling himself up just to be closer to you—as if he’ll die if he isn’t as close as he can be.

jack kisses with everything in him, all pining and yearning. he tilts his head and has a hand on the back of your neck, pressing you so close you can feel his chest rise and fall against you. you savor the moment, all of your nerves gone and your mind filled with just jack.

when you pull away, you’re breathless and light headed. you push open the car door and turn to jack, kiss-swollen lips pulled into a mind-blowing smile. “i hope that answers your question.”

[apostase]

just btw

[haveihitanerve]

Okay oka ok- guys im back on my bullshit- (not that i was ever off it, thats like prescription drugs thank you very much-)

But civil war. Lets talk about civil war again. (The Avengers one not like a historical- although its plenty historic) 

No i am not done talking about Civil War- even though they’re fighting each other its one of the only movies besides Age of Ultron(my fav) that is purely centered around the avengers as a family group. 

Anywho i've talked about that enough before- but rn we’re gonna focus on the compound members in the film that are literally proven to live together (in both cw and in Spiderman homecoming or wtv)

Anyway- those who live in the compound: Vision, Sam, Steve, Tony, Rhodey, Wanda, and Natasha (they all at least have a permanent residency there, even if they're not always there all at once)

Guys. guys. 

Its not the og avengers by any means- but idc about that rn

Give me Tony, Sam, and Rhodey going out for morning flys instead of runs. Inside jokes. Things that three people of the sky can relate to. Give me them having that easy camaraderie of brothers who have tasted the clouds and lived to tell of it. 

Give me Vision and Sam and Steve having movie nights to educate Steve of the movies and explain common references to Vision because he knows them, but he doesn't get them. 

Give me Wanda and Natasha training

Give me Vision making morning tea for everyone(because hes british) and its good even though he cant taste

Give me Tony teaching Wanda how to aim her powers at certain tech he’s built to see if she can imbue it or something and testing the extent of hers and Vision’s powers without exposing them to the horrible tests that Hydra performed

Give me Steve and Sam and Tony bar nights where they drag him from his lab and force him to go out sometimes

Just give me these characters who honestly don't really interact much, who clearly love and respect each other subtly- (“Hes got a medal of honor sam. Thats one more tha you have.” “I have an equation.” “*sarcastically* oh this’ll clear it up”)

Justttttttttttttttttttttttt

I want more of the debate scene. There. I said it. 

More of Sam rolling his eyes at Vision and his equations, more of them talking it out, more of Steve and Nat being able to read Tony and identify what he’s thinking, more of Sam and Rhodey arguing like kids on a playground, more more more MOREEEEEE

That is all. :)

[thedjokeery]

Stranger things finale is gonna make me sob isn’t it

[willowser]

isn't teenage girlhood the wilderness? isn't it a lawless wasteland? didn't you kill and cannibalize your fellow girls to survive every day?

how could you just drop something so profound in my inbox on monday morning like this

[missbuttons]

hmm, who's this guy I'm following? *checks masterpost* *gets super excited when it turns out you were sleepytello* I was wondering where you'd went! :D

ty. ..........

[sweetiespider]

crazy? i was crazy once. mcc tweeted. mcc tweeted about the new teams. mcc tweeted etho was in a team. and etho makes me crazy.

crazy? i was crazy once. mcc tweeted. mcc tweeted about the new teams. mcc tweeted etho was in a team. and etho makes me crazy.

crazy? i was crazy once. mcc tweeted. mcc tweeted about the new teams. mcc tweeted etho was in a team. and etho makes me crazy.

crazy? i was crazy once. mcc tweeted. mcc tweeted about the new teams. mcc tweeted etho was in a team. and etho makes me crazy.

[maaaxx]

when i was a little undiagnosed autistic kid i used to get SO excited about patterns ™️and greatly overestimated how much everyone else cared. So like I had locker number 123 one year and i was positive that was going to make me the most loved person in my school, like i thought i was the chosen one ,this is the thing that was going to finally make people like me, this is what ive been missing my entire life etc etc. And i was extremely confused when people were not lining up at my locker to see.

my school identification number had the sequence '654'in it and i was certain that my grade was eventually going to hold interrogation sessions that would break the Geneva convention in order to find out who had my id number because it might be one of the best lunch numbers to exist, like not only were the numbers by eachother BUT ALSO there was a 5 in it and two other numbers and 5 + 2 obviously equals seven and that was SO COOL (obviously 7 is one of the best numbers everyone knows that)

SPEAKING OF 7 my great aunts license plate was one of my favorite things as a child, because the letter part of it had 3 numbers that were also in her last name AND they were in the right order AND they were evenly distributed (so like if her last name were smith it would be SIH) and not only that but the letters were 5337 which, again i liked 7's, so like if you took the amount of numbers there are in the sequence that aren't the 5 or 7 (the two 3's) and added it to the 5, you would get the last number in the sequence. But also if you added the 3's together you'd get 6 and if you add that with the amount of numbers left besides the 7 again (the one 5) you would also get 7. And I swore she got that plate custom made because what are the fucking odds that you would get a license plate like that BY CHANCE

[angelnumber27]

fuck

I hate brain zaps I hate crying spells that last all day I hate nausea and stomach pain I hate the awful anxiety I hate the physical issues it causes I hate the ringing ears and the worse nightmares I hate panicking to the point I can’t breathe I hate the dizziness I hate the dissociation I hate the rapid mood swings I hate not being able to control my emotions at all I hate the intense suicidal thoughts I hate it all so much

[waugh-bao]

“But, still, it's impossible to put into words what Charlie meant to us. He was just a fantastic friend and so much more.”

Keith Richards (Guitar Player Magazine, December 2023)

[westerlingwitches]

giddily awaiting aemond going to harrenhal and his fucked up nightmare adventures

[jackobbit]

I have been informed that Solar Flare- not Eclipse in their body- not a flashback either- ACTUAL SOLAR FLARE HAS APPEARED IN AN EPISODE

IM.

IM GONNA EXPLODE. /POS

[mephibon]

something will happen to you

[pandj0ra]

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

CHARACTERS IN MIND: Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Ayato, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Aventurine, Boothill, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, AND YOUR FAVS

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION. DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT. YOU MAY TAKE INSPIRATION BUT MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME.

[ifaggots]

oh nhehsu

[rafayelxsylusho]

LADS and their reaction to their firstborn babies getting vaccines.

I saw a video on tik tok about how fathers reacted and it inspired this.

* 2 month old babies

I really suck at fluff so I hope you like it.

The doctor's office is an environment that Rafayel finds particularly unsettling. The white walls seem to close in around him with each passing second, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. He paces back and forth  in front of the examination table where you sit, cradling your tiny daughter in your arms. His blue and pink eyes are wild, darting from your calm face to the array of syringes and medical tools laid out on the tray beside them. 

He stops his pacing for a moment, leaning over you to brush a strand of hair away from his daughter's tiny face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he traces the curve of her cheek with the pad of his finger. She coos softly and for a moment, Rafayel's worries melt away.

But as he straightens up, the anxiety returns with a vengeance. He starts to pace again, his mind racing with worst case scenarios. What if something goes wrong? What if she has an allergic reaction to the shots? The thought makes his stomach turn, and he feels the urge to scoop her up and run, to take her far away from this place.

As the doctor enters the room, Rafayel feels his heart begin to race. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it's no use. He reaches out and scoops the baby up into his arms, cradling her close to his chest. He can feel her warmth, the softness of her skin, and it calms him in a way that nothing else could. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair, before turning to face the doctor.

"I'll hold her," he says, his voice more commanding than he intended. The doctor nods, not seeming to take offense at Rafayel's tone.

As the doctor approaches with the first shot, Rafayel takes a deep breath and holds it, bracing himself for his daughter's cry. But as the needle pierces her skin, she doesn't make a sound. She just blinks up at Rafayel with her big, innocent eyes, trusting and unafraid. He feels a lump form in his throat, and he has to swallow hard to keep himself from breaking down. He can't cry in front of the doctor, can't show any sign of weakness. But inside, he's falling apart, torn between the desire to protect his daughter and the knowledge that he can't shield her from everything.

The doctor reaches for the second injection and Rafayel feels his daughter start to squirm in his arms. He tightens his grip on her, holding her close as he tries to soothe her with soft words and gentle pats on her back. But as the needle touches her skin, she lets out a soft whimper that turns into a full blown pout, her little rosebud mouth twisting as tears start to well up in her eyes. The sight of her distress is like a knife to Rafayel's heart, and he can't help but mirror her expression.

Rafayel's own lips purse into a perfect match of his daughter's pout, his brows furrowing in a mixture of sympathy and shared discomfort. He makes a soft, comforting noise in the back of his throat rocking his daughter gently as he tries to ease her pain.

"Shh, it's okay, cutie. Daddy's here," he murmurs, pressing his cheek against hers. He can feel the dampness of her tears against his skin, and it makes his heart ache in a way that he's never experienced before.

The doctor finishes writing on the chart, snapping it closed with a soft thud. He looks up, noticing the matching pouts on both Rafayel's and his daughter's faces. A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth, amused by the identical expressions.

"All done," the doctor says, setting the chart down on the counter. "You can head out whenever you're ready."

Rafayel just nods, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking. He's still focused on soothing his daughter, who has started to sniffle softly.

He stands up, cradling her close to his chest as he turns to face you. His eyes are still locked on his daughter's face, watching as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

"I'll wait for you in the car". With that, he strides out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. He doesn't wait for your response, knowing that you will understand his urgency. Right now, all that matters is getting his little girl somewhere comfortable and safe, where he can hold her until the pain fades away.

Caleb blinked rapidly, the scent of the doctor's office piercing through the haze of his memories. He clutches his baby boy tighter, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to ground himself in the present. The cry of his little one snapped him out of the dark thoughts that had been consuming him.

"Shh, it's alright, little man," Caleb murmured, his voice low and soothing as he rocked the baby gently in his arms. "Papa's got you."

Hospitals always brought back a flood of painful memories, reminders of the trauma he had endured.

The nurse entered, a kind smile on her face as she prepared the vaccines. Caleb's jaw clenched, his grip on his baby boy tightening instinctively. He hated seeing his little one in any kind of distress, and he knew the shots would likely make him cry.

"Alright, sweetheart, look at me," Caleb said softly, tilting his baby's chin up with his finger to meet his gaze. "Papa's right here with you. You're so strong and brave, and this will be over before you know it."

He knew you could see the slight tremor in his hands, the tension coiled in his broad shoulders. But he also knew you could read the unshakable love and determination burning in his eyes, the silent vow to be the best father he could possibly be.

"Alright, sweetheart, here we go," the nurse said softly, her hand outstretched for the first tiny syringe.

Caleb took another deep breath, holding his little one impossibly closer. He watched as the first prick of the needle broke the skin, and his baby boy let out a startled wail.

"It's okay, it's okay," Caleb cooed, rocking and swaying with his son as the first shot was administered. "You're being so good, so brave. Just a little pinch, and then it's all over. You're doing amazing."

He could feel the anger and fear rising up inside him, the urge to lash out at the nurse, at anyone who dared to cause his child pain. But he pushed it down when he felt your hand on his shoulder, your touch a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. 

As the nurse finished administering the last shot, Caleb held his son close, letting the little baby cry into his broad chest. He stroked his back gently, murmuring words of love and comfort until the wails began to subside into shuddering breaths and soft whimpers.

As the nurse stepped out of the room, he turned his attention back to his son, gently wiping away the remnants of tears from his little face. He noticed the slight tremble in his own hands as he reached for the baby's tiny clothes, and his heart clenched. He knew you had seen it too, could feel your gaze on him, filled with understanding and concern.

"Here, let me help," you said softly, "Why don't you go ahead and fill out the paperwork, and I'll finish getting our little guy dressed?"

"Okay," he said, his voice tight. "Are you sure you don't mind? I don't want to leave you with all the work."

You shook your head "It's fine baby, go"

He stood up slowly, carefully transferring your now calmer son into your waiting arms. As he did, he leaned in close, his forehead resting against yours for a brief, stolen moment.

"Thank you," he whispered, pouring all his gratitude and love into those two simple words. "I'll be right back"

With a final, lingering look at his little family, Caleb turned and headed for the door, his heart heavy but also filled with a profound sense of love and belonging. He knew he was lucky to have you by his side, to have someone who understood him in a way that no one else could.

Zayne paced back and forth in the pediatrician's office, his hazel eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and intensity as he recited the benefits of the upcoming shots for the twins. In his arms, he cradled the tiny, squirming form of the baby girl, while you held your baby boy close to your chest.

He paused, realizing the tension in his shoulders and forcing himself to take a deep breath. This wasn't about Zayne's medical expertise, it was about the fact that the tiny humans in your arms were his children, and the thought of them being in pain, even briefly, made Zayne's stomach churn.

Focus, Zayne, he told himself, pushing down the nervousness threatening to consume him.

Zayne's eyes widened slightly as the nurse entered the room, her hand holding the small needles. Without hesitation, he gently transferred the fussing baby girl into the nurse's arms, his large hands carefully placing the tiny bundle of warmth and soft skin into the woman's arms.

"Here, hold her," Zayne said, his voice only wavering slightly. "I can do this. I'll give them their shots."

The nurse and you both stared at Zayne in stunned disbelief as he reached for the syringe, eyes wide with concern.

"Dr. Zayne, you can't do that!" the nurse exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. "It's not appropriate for you to administer vaccines to your own family members. I'm a registered nurse, and it's my job to handle this."

Realizing the gravity of his overstep, Zayne quickly but gently took the baby girl from the nurse's arms, cradling her close to his broad chest. He sat down beside you, the warmth of your body a comforting presence as the reality of his actions sank in.

"I... I apologize," Zayne said, his voice uncharacteristically soft and hesitant. "I overstepped. That was not appropriate of me to try and take over like that." Please, continue," he said to the nurse, gesturing for her to continue.

As the nurse gently held the baby girl's thigh, preparing to administer the shot, Zayne blurted out:

"I read that if you do it higher up..."

"Zayne.." you interrupted him, placing a calming hand on Zayne's muscular forearm.

"Please, continue," you said to the nurse, offering her an apologetic smile.

As the first shot was administered and the baby girl let out a heart wrenching cry, Zayne instinctively tightened his grip around her tiny, squirming body. He could feel each hiccup and gasp against his broad chest as he bounced her gently, trying to soothe her.

"It's okay my little jasmine," Zayne murmured, his deep voice rumbling softly in his chest. "You're being so brave. Mommy and Daddy are right here."

He glanced at you "She's okay," he said, more to reassure himself than anything else. "It's just a little pinch, sweetheart."

The second shot was given to the baby girl, and her cries intensified, filling the room with a heart wrenching symphony of pain and distress. Zayne felt his heart clench in his chest, the sound of his daughter's anguish hitting him like a physical blow. He tightened his arms around her, rocking the crying baby gently.

When the nurse turned to administer the shots to the baby boy cradled in your arms, his cries joined, the twins now a duet of distressed wails. Zayne's eyes met yours, and he could see the pain and concern etched on your face.

He leaned in closer to you, his voice low and urgent.

"Swap babies," Zayne said "Let me take him. I can help calm him down, and you can soothe her."

Zayne gently took the crying baby boy from your arms, cradling him close to his broad chest. He began to sway softly, the natural rocking motion seeming to soothe the infant as his cries started to decrease.

"Shhh, it's alright, little man," Zayne murmured, his deep voice a comforting rumble against the baby's ear. "Daddy's got you"

At the same time, you took the now quieter baby girl into your arms, cooing softly to her as you gently bounced her and patted her back.

"You three did so well" Zayne blinked, the nurse's praise only registering once she had left the room. He looked down at the now calm and quiet baby boy nestled in his arms, his hazel eyes widening slightly as the realization dawned on him.

"You know," you said softly, a gentle smile on your face as you cradled the equally settled baby girl, "the nurse is right. We all did well, especially you."

Xavier sat calmly in the doctor's office, cradling his baby girl gently in his muscular arms. She was fast asleep, her tiny face scrunched up slightly as she dreamed. Xavier's eyes were soft as he gazed down at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

He had been nervous about bringing her here today, not wanting her to be poked but knowing it was necessary for her health. Xavier had seen countless advances in medicine throughout the centuries, but the thought of his tiny baby getting shots made his heart ache. His heart raced as he heard the doctor enter the room, the sound of the tiny syringes clinking together making his breath catch in his throat. He watched intently as the doctor approached, his arms instinctively tightening protectively around his baby girl.

When the doctor gently cleaned a small area on his daughter's chubby thigh, she remained completely still, her eyelids not even fluttering as she slept on, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

Xavier's deep blue eyes flicked up to meet the doctor's gaze, silently conveying his unease. "Please, be gentle..." he murmured under his breath, the plea barely audible.

Your grip on Xavier's shoulder tightened reflexively when you saw the needle prick her soft skin. Xavier couldn't help but wince, his grip on her tightened reflexively. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to pull her away from the source of her brief discomfort. As the second needle pierced her tiny thigh and she jumped slightly in her sleep, Xavier's heart ached.

"Shhh, it's okay, my little star. I got you," he cooed softly, rocking her gently. His hand on her back rubbed soothing circles as he pressed a tender kiss to her hair, breathing in her comforting baby scent. 

Despite the small sting she had just experienced, she remained fast asleep in the safety of her father's strong arms.  "She's incredible," he breathed to the doctor, a note of awe and fierce pride in his voice. "Such a brave girl, even at this age."

"And she is beautiful, just like her mother" you heard the doctor say.

Xavier glanced at you, a hint of jealousy flickering in his deep blue eyes as the doctor's words echoed in the room. Beautiful, just like her mother...He cleared his throat, a slight frown tugging at his soft lips.

As the doctor left you both alone in the room Xavier's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable for a long moment. Then, he spoke in a low, slightly gruff tone tinged with possessiveness.

"We may need to consider changing pediatricians," he murmured  "A professional, not a admirer." With a soft sigh, he adjusted the baby's blanket, his focus back on his daughter's comfort, even as his thoughts lingered on the doctor's words.

Sylus cradles his baby close to his chest, one large, veiny hand supporting his tiny back while the other gently pats and soothes. The little boy is a miniature version of him, his crimson eyes seem to hold the same enigmatic depth Sylus possesses. The only feature the baby inherited from you is the soft hair that peeks out from beneath the striped knit cap.

The baby squirms slightly in his arms, his tiny lips parting as he lets out a soft coo. Sylus smiles down at him, a rare sight of genuine tenderness softening his sharp features. "Shh, little one," Sylus murmurs, "We'll get through this together. You and me, we're a team now."

The door to the exam room opens, and the nurse enters with a tray of syringes. Sylus' eyes narrow, his instincts screaming at him to protect his son from any pain. But he forces himself to relax, knowing it's a necessary evil.

"Alright, sweetie," the nurse says with a warm smile. "We'll need to give him two shots today. Are you guys ready?"

Sylus nods, he holds himself with his usual air of calm, unflappable composure, his broad shoulders squared and his chin held high. To the outside world, he looks every inch the picture of a confident, even arrogant man who fears nothing.

But you know better. You can see the subtle tension in the line of his jaw, the way his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around your son's small, warm body. You recognizes the flash of fear that flickers briefly in his eyes before he tamps it down.

Sylus feels his heart lurch as the nurse approaches, her hand outstretched with a small alcohol wipe. He watches, his eyes intense and unwavering, as she gently cleans the top of the baby's thigh, preparing it for the shots. The baby, sensing the unfamiliar touch, pulls his chubby leg back, his face scrunching up as he starts to fuss.

Instinctively, Sylus tightens his hold on the baby, his arms cradling him protectively. He can feel the baby's small body stiffen and squirm against his chest, and it takes every ounce of his self control not to snatch his son away from the nurse's reach.

"Easy, little one" you whisper "It will be over quickly, and then you'll be brave and strong, just like your father" Sylus knows it's not just his son who needs the reassurance. He needs it too.

Sylus feels his heart shatter as he watches his son's face contort in agony, a high pitched, wailing cry tearing from the baby's lungs. He can feel the tiny body in his arms thrashing and shuddering, small fists clenched and tiny feet kicking.

When the second shot is administered Sylus clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking furiously in his cheek as he fights the urge to roar at the nurse to stop, to take the needles away, to make the pain cease. His arms tighten even more around his son, crushing him against his broad chest as if he could absorb the pain into himself, could take it away.

You sign the paperwork with a shaky hand, the pen trembling slightly as you initial each line. As you turn to face Sylus, you take in the sight of him, his normally composed and confident demeanor utterly shattered, replaced by a man consumed by desperation. Your heart clenches at the sight of a single tear tracking down Sylus' cheek. He quickly brushes away the tear, not wanting you to see the raw vulnerability he feels in this moment. 

He stands slowly, the baby's screams now morphing into hiccupping sobs and then into soft, shuddering breaths. He turns to you, his expression softening slightly as he reaches out to take your hand in his. He laces your fingers together, squeezing gently as if seeking comfort and strength from your touch.

You gently take your son from his arms, cradling the baby close to your chest. You can feel the tiny body still trembling slightly, the soft breaths coming in shuddering puffs against your neck. "Let's go home, little guy" you coo softly, rocking the baby gently as you take a step towards the door. "It's all over now. Mommy's got you"

"Come on, let's take him home", you say softly, glancing up at Sylus with a tender smile. You can see the way his eyes soften as he looks at your son, the love and devotion written plainly across his handsome face.