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Girl!Dad Billy taking his chubby little baby to the pool, she's strapped to his chest.

The sun in Hawkin's Indiana scorched the pavement, the air thick with chlorine and the sound of splashing kids. But Billy Hargrove wasn’t focused on any of that, not when his little girl was about to be strapped to his chest, adorable in every way. Billy was shirtless in a pair of low-slung black swim trunks, his skin gleaming from sunscreen and sweat, as his messy curls were pulled back loosely at the nape of his neck. A thin gold chain rested on his chest, glinting as he leaned over the shaded stroller to lift his daughter out—his baby girl.

“C’mon, princess,” he murmured low, his voice gravelly with sleep and irritation, “Daddy’s gotcha.��

She was chubby, drowsy, and dressed in a pink ruffled bathing suit with a tiny sun hat that barely stayed on her curly head. Billy gently bounced her against his bare chest, one strong hand supporting her bottom, the other shielding her eyes from the sun as they made their way toward the pool. Her pudgy fist clung to his necklace, tugging with baby strength that made him huff. Droll already coating his neck as she tugged the necklace into her mouth.

A few pool-goers spared curious glances—some at the heavily muscled man with the dangerous edge in his expression, others at the absolute softness with which he cradled the baby girl in his arms.

“Back the fuck up,” he muttered under his breath when a group of older kids splashed too close as he turned his body away to shield her.

He took a seat on the shallow end stairs, dipping just his legs in while keeping her propped up carefully on his lap. She gurgled happily, her toes curling as the cool water touched them. He smiled—just a little. Just enough.

Behind him, stretched out on a lounge chair under a striped umbrella, you slept soundly, arms loosely draped across your stomach, your bikini top tied askew from sunbathing earlier. Billy glanced back at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. He loved you like this—peaceful, relaxed, trusting him enough to watch her while you dozed.

Some teenager whistled nearby.

Billy’s eyes snapped to them with laser precision.

“You look again, and I’m drowning your scrawny ass in the deep end.”

The kid disappeared real fast.

He kissed the crown of his daughter’s head and sighed.

“Mommy’s got the right idea,” he whispered to her. “She gets to nap while I deal with all the little pricks.”

His daughter squealed, kicking happily in the water, her soft tummy wriggling in excitement. Billy grinned, catching her wet feet in his big hands, pretending to nibble on her toes while she shrieked with laughter.

Yeah. He used to rule the pool with cigarettes and swagger.

Now he guarded it like a territorial golden retriever with a baby in one arm and a scowl for anyone who looked twice.

And honestly?

He liked this version of himself a hell of a lot more

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this is the most self indulgently stupid thing i have drawn in a while so y’all can have it

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“How’s life?”

Me:

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Hey. It’s gonna be okay. As a wise man once said we’ve got shared trauma. So what’s a little more, right? 

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i love walking around my house at night wearing a too small tshirt and underwear it makes me feel like the slutty girl who dies first in a horror movie

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im not a huge traditional a/b/o writer so I don't have an entire fic idea for this but my brain keeps getting stuck on the idea of unpresented steve volunteering to take care of an orphaned baby during the quarantine, since there's too many kids and not enough adult omegas

alpha eddie, technically released but tentatively on temporary house arrest, ends up at the harrington house. with nothing much to do, eddie steps in as co parent and moral support for steve, helping the frazzled beta adjust to the reality of parenthood

and one day steve wakes up as an omega. no presentation heat, no desperate need to get bred, even though his new tits ache and leak. a little pain and his period eventually comes, sure, but it's not anywhere approaching typical. eddie watches the baby as steve goes to the fed doctors in a flurry, worried he's, like, dying or something--

stifling a smile, the doctor tells steve that his body accepted that he already had a pup and a mate, and decided no presentation heat was needed. otherwise he's perfectly healthy, and his heats should come back when he's done breastfeeding like any other omega mother's.

steve leaves, embarrassed and horny, having no idea how he's going to tell eddie that steve's hormones have decided he's the father of steve's kids, or why a medical explanation has him so turned on he can barely see straight

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Dacre Montgomery in Tryptophan (2015)

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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 2 ↳ Chapter Four: Will the Wise  

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Favorite mutual didn't like my post. Deleting it and then killing myself.

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nsfw ahead but

can't stop thinking about eddie accidentally finding out steve is a bottom and i dont mean it just comes up in conversation or eddie goes snooping i mean they're making out and steve begs eddie to touch him and eddie teasing, "touch your what, stevie?" because he expects steve to snap back at him, maybe even actually bite him, but instead steve leans into and whines "my hole" and eddie blue screens so hard steve gets confused and sits back with this bitchy little stare like "what is your fucking damage munson. people don't just stop kissing me when i'm giving my best slut, you know." and then eddie's brain reboots and he flips steve over and rims him until he cries.

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I’ll find you

Serena/Mark || The Handmaid’s Tale

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thanks for nothing

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