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Domestic Headcanons W/ Toji, Megumi, Tsumiki, and Mama!Reader

TW/Warnings: Profanity, Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Pregnancy, Mention of Sperm but not sexual, unhinged crack, too long(LMK if anything else needs to be tagged)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her (Usage of Mama, Wife, Mom, Mother)

Word Count: 10k words

This headcanon is paired with this one right here. This can be stand alone for general/modern au. But this one mostly revolves around my Toji Lives AU.

Also, I'll be posting either my Toji/Megumi/Reader mini series or Suguru/Satoru/Reader series this week. Here's the form if you wanted to be tagged in my works. Please let me know if something's up with it.

[!!Edited and Proofread! 3/27/2024 11:48 pm CST!!]

The married life with Toji isn’t any different from prior to marriage. You two live in a fairly spacious apartment for Tokyo Standards and well furnished on top of that.

The basic routine of you and Toji as followed: Toji wakes up and gets ready in 10 minutes, gets the coffee going or anything you drink/eat for breakfast, you wake and get ready for work, you and Toji eat breakfast together for a bit, Toji gives you your work bag and lunch, gives you a kiss and sends you out the door on time, cleans the dishes and table once you leave, looks to see if there’s anything you’re low on or out of and makes a list for it, Toji does some house chores before leaving to go run errands, goes to run said errands and buy some groceries, comes home starts meal prepping, you come home as soon as he’s finished cooking, both of you eat together, then chilling on the couch together after cleaning up, Toji forces you to go to bed, does your nightly care routine with you while brushing your teeth, then pulls you into bed where both of you are knocked out instantly.

House Husband Toji and Working Wife (Y/N) dynamic, I don’t make the damn rules. Well it makes sense as you have a sustainable and consistent job that pays comfortably for minimal work. Honestly, Toji doesn’t mind it at all but you both established your roles in the relationship but help out whenever possible. In fact, he loves being a stay-at-home husband. He gets to do his hobbies and chores without distraction, having a piece of mind, cooking food with you, etc. Highkey loves being domesticated.

While yes, he does get an occasional high paying job/bounty from Shui, they happen a couple times a month. But even then it’s few and far in between. You don’t mind working, your job pays you enough to not take any overtime and you never work the weekends. Plus you get a raise and bonus once in a while so you’re not scrambling to find a second job. Also, it’s worth it since Toji takes care of your shared apartment and you.

Both of you are financially stable to the point of comfort. Like only paying utilities because you and Toji own the apartment. Not having to worry about buying food or paying on time. Not taking up extra hours or shifts to just live. It’s a comfortable and stress-free environment you and Toji have created for yourselves.

Doesn’t understand the fuss about men not being stay at home material and it’s a woman’s job. He just thinks those guys can’t take care of themselves and will force someone to baby them under the guise of tRadItIonAlIsm or some bullshit. He understands if both have their jobs and work to split the house chores. It’s not a luxury everyone has and he knows he’s in the small percentage of people who get to stay home while their spouse works. If it works in the relationship, it works, Toji says. It might not work for some people but you working and Toji staying home works for your relationship. If not, it has made it healthy because there aren’t severe or frustrating arguments about house chores, errand runs, cooking, maintenance, home management.

You do anything in order to help out Toji because that’s your home too. Therefore, your living space you share and it’s your responsibility to at least take care of it. After work, you text Toji if there is anything you need to pick up or do for him while you’re out. 75% of the time he says there’s nothing you have to do, but the 25% is Toji asking you to pick up the dry cleaners, some food items he forgot to get while out, check if there’s a sale going on, or buying detergent and stain remover. Also text with a:

‘Doll, can you actually grab a few things from the supermarket? I’ll send the list to you.’

‘Hon, would you be able to pick up my jacket from the dry cleaners? Thank you’

When you say yes or of course, he’s hitting you with the:

‘Thank you, Sweet Girl. I appreciate all you do.’

‘Stay safe, (Y/N). Call me if anything happens. Love you, Baby’

Talks about buying a house and having a family happen a lot more frequently since the two of you got married. You always wanted to have a family of your own but wanted to wait for a good man to be a good father because you can choose a husband but your children can’t choose their father. But you knew Toji would step up when it happened. Toji didn’t think too far into his future but he knows he wants to have a family with you and grow old together. You changed his mind that he was okay with having a family and doing all that it takes to be a loving father and husband. As if he doesn’t do that already.

That and you two talked about how your genetics would make the most beautiful and good looking babies. Toji would say he wants your kids to have your smile and personality while you told him you want them to have his eyes and nose. This is one of those late night talks you have with him that you absolutely love.

You have an ungodly amount of money saved up to pay the house off in full or less than two years. You decided on one where it was a mix of modern and traditional. It was within walking distance of multiple subway and train stations while not being near the busy parts of the city. It’s in a more quiet suburb with good schools and nature. It’s a big home with the exterior of a traditional home but the interior is a little more modern. The main building is two stories and is the actual house, the building connecting to it is for guests, training/workout room/and a meeting room. The walls that surround the property are tall and sturdy. It looks like a mansion but feels more homey as you two start to make it your own.

So when you tell Toji you’re ready to have a baby, the man goes all in. Trying to watch your cycle and listens to the doctor in increasing his chances of getting you pregnant. Man looks up recipes that increase your fertility rate and balance out your hormones. Thinks about checking his sperm count but you declined saying Toji hasn’t done anything to decrease his numbers.

He definitely got good aim because it didn’t take long to get pregnant. After like 2-3 months of trying, it happened. You missed your period by a week and you decided to get a pregnancy test. You got the double lines and were excited to show Toji. He went to drop off your jacket to get it fixed and came home to find you sitting at the table with a napkin. You tell him to sit and he complies with a bit of concern. You gesture to the napkin and he picks up to see the positive text in front of him. He asks are you for real and you just nod. He pulls you into his laps and holds you while saying thank you and I’m going to be a dad.

Becomes protective of you instantly. Having morning sickness? He gets you a towel and some medicine. Sensitive to certain foods or smells? He will change them to your liking. Need him to do something for you? He’s already a flight of stairs ahead of you. He doesn’t want to stress you and the baby out so he’s doing everything.

As trimesters progress, the more protective and conscious he comes. Once you start showing, say goodbye to carrying items, doing some household chores, running errands, or fucking walking because this man will NOT let you do them. Is at your beck and call for anything and will become scary if people give you a hard time or look at you funny. Toji told you if your boss gives you a hard time, call him and he’ll talk to your boss with no fear or hesitation whatsoever. Once almost killed a man because he accidentally bumped into you. Toji had this look of death in his eyes as he grabbed the guy by the collar and forced him to apologize to you. Make sure the guy actually apologizes too. Walking? Who is she? You are only walking a couple of feet before he says ‘nah’ and picks you up to carry you. You tell him you can walk but it falls on deaf ears. Then you get concerned about being heavy for Toji. The man has never been more offended in his life. He looks at you, dead in the eyes, and says: “What kind of husband am I for not being able to comfortably carry my beautiful and pretty pregnant wife? If I can’t carry you, I need you to kill me, (Y/N).” You just get used to him carrying you around.

Always find a seat for you on a bus or the train. Will scare a guy who isn’t tired from work to give you the seat. Always hold your hand during the rides.

Talk to your bump every night. Hands on your stomach, face unbearably close to it, kneels on the floor or lies in bed to talk to it as you run your fingers through his hair. He’ll say some things that make you laugh but he mostly say sweet and warm things to your baby as he just wants to love and protect them. Definitely says:

“You know your mama is the prettiest and most beautiful woman out there? You’re so lucky to have her because you will be unconditionally loved and cared for. How do I know this? Because your mama loves me too, Kiddo.”

“Hey, be nice to mama. She’s not having the best time so I need you to go easy on her. Please, little one.”

“Hi, this is your old man speaking to you. I don’t care whether you’re a boy or girl. I will always love you no matter what. I wanna meet you soon.”

Does the thing where he lifts up your bumps to alleviate some of the weight for a bit and smiles when you relax into him.

When he touches your bump and feels a kick, he is so happy that his head is glued to your bump so he can feel it.

Buys your cravings whenever and whatever it is. It could be late at night and you’re asking him to get you your egregious food combo. He doesn’t understand your cravings but will not complain to you until it’s a straight up abomination. THEN, he just cooks you anything you want because he’s lowkey scared about your cravings affecting your health.

Daily/Hourly reminders of how beautiful and gorgeous you are. Body worshiping and praising, especially since you are carrying his child. The amount of reassurance and sincerity that comes from his words makes you cry a lot, and it’s not because of your hormones. He’s so sweet and loving with his words towards you, it makes you fall in love with him all over again.

Goes to every appointment with you and never fucking misses one. Actually, he is the one to remind you about them. Has this soft look in his eyes as he looks at the ultrasound seeing your baby. Asks for at least two copies so he can frame one of them and hang it somewhere in the house.

Doesn’t care if it’s a boy or girl, as long it’s half of you that’s all that matters.

You always tell him your love and appreciation for all that he has done for you and the baby since he has a tendency to push himself a lot more than he has to. A kiss and a hug will do the trick because he goes all soft for you every time. It’s amusing to you how your huge, seemingly intimidating, husband can become a warm melted putty at the snap of your fingers. But then again, you have him wrapped around your finger completely.

Grows more cautious and protected once you go on maternity leave in your final months of the final trimester. Constantly asking how you are feeling that day or hour, grabs everything within arms reach if there is anything you need or could get you, if you need help with everything in general. It’s not the point of overbearing or suffocating, it gets a bit annoying but you know Toji means well. You assume he’s concerned and worried for you and the baby because he is afraid you will have complications during the birth. It’s terrifying to him to know there’s a slight chance you could die while giving birth to your baby and he couldn’t do anything to help you.

So when you DO go into labor, man’s is a bit scared but also prepared with your bag ready in hand. Drives you to the hospital, checks you in, and makes you feel comfortable while giving birth.

Is holding your hand during the whole thing while wiping away the sweat off your forehead and face.

Says encouraging and calming words to keep you focused and at ease. Guides you through deep breaths and keeps you grounded:

“Take a deep breath for me, Honey.”

“You’re doing so good, Mama. So amazing.”

“I’m here with you, Sweet Girl. Keep squeezing my hand. Trust me, it doesn’t hurt. Hold onto me, (Y/N).”

Sheds a few tears when your daughter comes out and starts crying. Kisses your cheek and forehead while praising you for doing a phenomenal job.

Cuts the cord while you’re coming down from your intense birthing process.

Lets you sleep and relax while he cuddles and holds your daughter with his shirt off for skinship.

Once you wake up, he buys you any food you want since you’re not pregnant anymore. Spoon feeds you while saying you did a wonderful job and asking how you feel.

Once you hold your daughter, he’s over the moon. You look so perfect and ethereal the man thanks the gods for blessing him with you as his wife and your daughter, the proof of your love.

Lets you name her since she is a girl and the first-born. You name her Tsumiki because it’s a cute name for a pretty girl. She gets most of her traits from you besides her hair texture. Toji comments that a pretty girl deserves a pretty name because she was birthed by an elegant and demure woman. You chuckle at him and his sappiness but it brings you a certain type of happiness that Toji was expressing this side of himself more comfortably.

Once discharged, gets the car to bring you and your daughter to your new home where she’ll and her sibling(s) grow up.

Lets you have your bonding time with Tsumiki while you’re on your six months maternity leave. He lives to see you hold and carry your daughter around the house.

Takes care of everything in the house and helps you out during your postpartum. Reminds you of your beauty, that he still loves you and your body, how grateful he is for everything you’ve done for giving him this life.

Gets the hang of parenting faster than you did. Toji already knows how to burp, change, feed, and bathe your daughter.

Lets you sleep and rest more when Tsumiki cries at night by getting up to calm her down himself. Ends up sleeping in the rocking chair with her on his chest.

Tries to play and entertain her as much as he can. Toji is more of a stuffed animal guy than dolls because they’re more inclusive and genderless. But he will buy dolls for Tsumiki when she asks for them once she's old enough.

Tears up when she takes her first steps as she tries to walk towards both of you.

Her first words were Papa for sure but then Mama two weeks later.

Tsumiki is a fairly calm and happy baby. Moves around but isn’t super hyper and energetic. Very smiley and giggly baby that brights up the room she’s in. Always puts you and Toji in a good mood.

Toji is the type of guy to wait for you to give him the green light for another child. Even though the doctor says you’ve made a good recovery, he ain’t pouncing on you until you tell him so. Your doctor asked if she needed to write a note that you weren’t ready for another baby for some time but you told her you’ll be fine because Toji isn’t THAT TYPE OF GUY. On top of respecting you and your body, Toji highkey wants to have age gaps with your children. Like at least a year and a half or so they can be close in age and grow up together, but also give time for you and him to adjust to being first-time parents.

It was after Tsumiki’s first birthday that you said you wouldn’t mind having another kid. Then Toji and you tried for another kid. Happened fast per usual with minimal effort once again. Toji’s goo is pretty strong lol.

He was there with you when you took the pregnancy test and it had the fable two lines. Hugs you close and is excited to give Tsumiki another sibling.

Unfortunately, your second pregnancy wasn’t as forgiving as your first. In fact, your second child was pretty brutal on you. You were more sensitive to everything and your symptoms multiplied by three. It was a struggle but you managed to pull through but barely.

Hurts Toji a lot because you’re in a lot of discomfort compared to being pregnant with Tsumiki. Steps up tenfold to help out and make things better for you.

Tsumiki just plays on the floor in her pen as you watch her while dealing with her younger sibling and Toji's making food in the background.

When you both found out it was a boy after a couple of months, you told Toji he can name the baby this time since you did with your first-born. It threw you off a bit when he said Megumi, a name that means blessing. You talked about names before but this was a new one both of you haven’t brought up yet. Perhaps it was a name Toji wanted but forgot to mention

Man, Megumi was a hard pregnancy. He was an energetic one in your womb. Always makes you lose sleep, loss of appetite, or straight up moody. Toji always talked to Megumi, lowkey begging him to be more gentle on you and not be so rough.

Once Megumi was born, you knew that’s Toji kid because he barely took anything from you. The nose, the eyes, the hair, even his small pout, it was all Toji. Toji was crying once again that your son is born but he takes after his old man. Tsumiki was just happy to see the little baby that is her younger brother.

After Megumi, you and Toji decide that this is ENOUGH children for now. Especially since you have two children under the age of three.

Megumi, however, was an interesting baby. Tsumiki likes being held by both you and Toji, she never picked favorites. Megumi, on the other hand, was attached to you like glue. Technically, all babies are but Megumi never liked being away from you. Megumi was very clingy when it came to you, his mama. You have to hold him or be in his line of sight if you’re not.

Megumi is a certified mama’s boy. He’s all sweet to you, with his gummy smile and bright big eyes as he laughs when you hold.

His first and only words were Mama for a while until he said Papa.

Megumi becomes fussy and cranky if you’re not in the room. He wants you there when he wakes up, to feed him, change him, bathe him, everything. If Toji has to do it, it will take double the time because Megumi is all uncooperative and resistant to his father’s attempts to care for him. It helps if you’re in the room or nearby then Megumi will behave but if that's because he knows you’re there.

Baby Megumi glares at Toji over your shoulder when you’re making his and Tsumiki’s food. Toji glares at his son's back. As he gets older and can walk, Megumi always runs towards you. Place himself on the couch, floor, chair, any surface he can sit on so he is seated next to you. One time, Toji’s head was in your lap as you watched the news in front of you. Megumi was mad because he was supposed to sit next to you. But Toji was faster than him and sat himself where he’s currently positioned. Tsumiki was in front of the couch playing with her stuffed animals on the floor. Megumi decided to grab his doggy plushie and started hitting Toji’s face with it. Toji yelped while you grabbed Megumi and placed him in your lap. Megumi holds onto you while you and your husband exchange shocked looks.

Megumi purposefully and accidentally cock blocks Toji. It’s explained more in this headcanon here.

It’s exhausting to take care of Megumi because he always wants you and never Toji. It kind of sucks because you want Megumi to bond with Toji more as you also don’t want to neglect Tsumiki as well.

Both of you take turns caring for your two kids. It’s so cute to see Megumi bonding with Toji as Megumi smiles a bit more when he’s with his dad. Tsumiki just likes hugging you and so you hold her ever so dearly.

Tsumiki and Megumi never really fight, which you find odd since it’s common for siblings to fight with each other. That’s when you keep observing and notice Tsumiki will let Megumi have his way even though she didn’t have to. Though you appreciate her being an older sibling, you have to remind her she can say no to Megumi if she doesn’t want to. Also reminding her to tell you or Toji if anything happens and not feel scared or ashamed for asking for help.

But Tsumiki is such a sweet child, she says she doesn’t mind at all when it comes to Megumi. But you brought it up to Toji because you don’t want Megumi to become very spoiled nor do you want Tsumiki to feel it’s okay to disregard her needs. Toji understands your concerns and tries to reassure you that he won’t let that happen as they get older.

While you were away from work, Megumi snatched Tsumiki’s pillow pet dolphin from her hands and Toji saw all of it. Toji put Megumi in time-out while he comforted Tsumiki. She wasn’t crying but he could tell she would have if he didn’t step in. Toji refrains from yelling and acting out because you told him that’ll strain his relationship with the kids. It’s easier and effective but it has long-term effects that negatively affect the parent-child relationship and the child themselves, something you knew all too well. So Toji is patient with Megumi, telling him it’s not nice to take things that aren’t his, especially when it’s his older sister’s stuff. That he should understand that Tsumiki doesn’t like it when he does and only lets him have them so he wouldn’t get upset. Toji makes Megumi apologize to Tsumiki but Tsumiki already forgave Megumi.

Toji being patient with his kids is hard and always tests him as a parent. Then he remembers how you told him having a family with him isn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world. But children deserve parents who will love and care for them unconditionally, who will be patient and understanding no matter what, to not make them wish they were someone else in order to please their parents. You didn’t want your children to experience what you did growing up and you believe Toji is someone who will help you make that dream come true. So he continues with his gentle/patient parenting method because he knows it will pay off in the end.

Since you’re going to work most of the day, he’s always the one to take care of them. Toji always takes them to the park or outside so they can run around and be kids. Forces them to go with him to run errands so they can get used to it. Megumi hates this while Tsumiki loves it. After some time, they get used to it and ask Toji to take them on the errand runs. Like going to the local butcher for meat then to the supermarket for everything else. Toji makes this a learning experience for the two by teaching them how to pick and order what they want. He teaches them what each ingredient is and explains why he buys it. Because of this, Megumi and Tsumiki know how to do errands by themselves and get things on the way home from school if Toji texts them to get something.

Megumi doesn’t admit it but he always follows Tsumiki’s lead. Especially when they start going to the same school together. When Tsumiki gets a fever/cold and can’t go to school, Megumi is a little nervous because he’s going by himself. So Toji had to comfort Megumi that he will be okay and Tsumiki will be proud of him for being able to go by himself.

Tsumiki is a quiet extrovert but Megumi is a raging introvert. Megumi, due to his aloof nature, doesn’t have many friends. You became worried because maybe there was something you weren’t noticing with Megumi. So you went to get Megumi checked out and the doctor ruled it out due to his personality and high intelligence. The doctor says it’s common for some children to prefer their own personal space rather than making friends. Though it does encourage you to have Megumi expose himself to kids around his age so he’s not socially distant.

This is where you and Toji butted heads for a bit. You don’t want to force Megumi into something that he doesn’t want. But Toji wants Megumi to interact with other kids that’s not Tsumiki so he can make friends. Megumi just doesn’t like people who are not his family. That’s the conclusion you both draw in the end.

Jungle gym Toji. Ever since they could crawl, Megumi and Tsumiki have been climbing on Toji like a rock wall. They hang off his arms, hold onto neck, climb onto his back, they’re all over him. Well, Toji is built like a mountain so it feels like they’re climbing Mt. Fuji. Toji isn’t bothered by this at all. In fact, he likes it when his kids are playing with him.

When Toji works out, whether it’s outside in the courtyard or in the workout room, he has the kids nearby playing somewhere. Would definitely ask Megumi and Tsumiki to sit on his back while he does push ups.

Hides his old weapons in the shed outside the house, he makes the excuse it’s for gardening tools and snow shovels so the kids aren’t curious.

Doesn’t do baby/kiddie talk to his kids. Obviously he’s gentle when he speaks to his kids but he also isn’t going to dumb things down for them. He’ll speak to them like a regular person but has a soft tenderness for children. It’s actually pretty sweet to see it.

The type of man to say to his children, “Isn’t Mama pretty? She is pretty, right?” Saying positive things about you to Megumi and Tsumiki. Then the two will say those lovely words back. You do this with Toji too. Telling the kids “Papa’s strong, right? He’s so cool.” “Papa made us this lovely dinner. Isn’t Papa amazing, you two?” Shit it so cute, I swear.

Speaking of food, Toji makes their lunches. From preschool to high school, he makes Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches. It’s a challenge as they get older because both have different food preferences but he takes up on it. Just like with your lunch, everyone is in awe and jealous of their food. It’s always something good every time and it always smells good. Yuuji and Nobara ask Megumi if his dad could make them one and the next day Megumi brings two extra bentos for the both of them. Courtesy from Toji himself.

The type of man to make the kids their character bentos and eat the scraps/leftovers. Like the picture where the kid has a cute breakfast while the parent eats the cut out bread and fruit left over.

Family nap time! This is quite common in the Fushiguro household. You come home from work, sometimes earlier than scheduled, to see them laid out on the floor with a blanket underneath them. Sometimes, if the weather is enjoyable, they would nap outside. Toji is holding both kids in his burly arms while Tsumiki and Megumi hold each other’s hands. It’s so adorable that you have multiple pictures saved in an album in the house. You would join them as well. A family napping pile.

Speaking of which, you have many albums from over the years as a family. Up until the present day, you have so many pictures of your children and your husband having their little family moments. Some wholesome, some embarrassing, others are cool photos or stolen shots. I don’t know if this fits Toji but I’m projecting here: he’ll have photos of your family throughout the years on the walls and tables of your home. But mainly, the ones he loves the most are the portraits of the family. They’re five of them. The first one is of you and Toji, the second one is you two with baby Tsumiki, the third is you holding baby Megumi as Tsumiki is standing with Toji, the fourth is the four of you with the kids who are six and seven, then the fifth one is taken from present day where the kids are teenagers while you and Toji haven’t aged at all. All of them have you wearing formal wear/Kimonos. He gets these personally commissioned and they’re 17 inches(43.18 cm) by 14 inches(35.56 cm), which is fairly large.

Since you work 6 hours of the day, Toji always takes the kids to and from school. It’s not a problem for him nor the kids as they know you are working and making mula for them. The problem is, a lot of parents believe he’s a single dad. More so, the moms of the other students. Toji wears his wedding band on his LEFT FINGER that’s SHINING when the sun hits it and people still couldn’t take a hint. As he picks up the kiddos, a lot of moms go up to talk to him to pass time. He knows most of them are trying to flirt with him, very few only genuinely talk to him. Toji doesn’t play games when it comes to his status and is very blunt if the woman can’t get the message.

“I have a wife.”

“I’m married.”

“The love of my life and the mother of my children is working right now.”

Bro, some of these moms are jumping hurdles just to get a chance with Toji. Toji would keep on flashing his wedding band and they are fucking delusional to think they still got a shot. Someone thought he was a widower even though you were ALIVE AND WELL. Toji felt his eyes twitch as he scowled at the accusation. Toji legit wanted to push her but can’t because he’s a big guy and all. ‘Fuck, I can’t put my hands on a woman. I’ll have (Y/N) do it instead.’ Toji tells you about this and he is more mad than you are about it, which you don’t blame him for. On Friday afternoon, school’s out and the parents are picking up the kids. Tsumiki waits for Megumi outside his classroom door as they always walk out together to get picked up by Toji. As they walked out, they were surprised to see you with Toji in your work clothes. They went into a full on sprint in your direction and you crouched down to hug them both. After giving each other a good squeeze, they hugged Toji. The look on the woman’s face when she saw you was priceless. Tsumiki was hugging Toji while Megumi was reaching for you and you took him in your arms. You turn around and feign a friendly smile her way with such an elegant but dominant introduction.

“Oh hi! I’m (Y/N). You never saw me here since I work as a (occupation). Toji takes care of the kids when I’m away working. But I come every now and then when I get off early. Thanks for keeping my husband company! Though, you shouldn’t press on a married man when he refuses your advances. I mean, it’s not like his wife and the mother of his children has resources when most of the population doesn't. So, try to refrain yourself from stepping into the deep end, Dear. It was nice knowing you!”

Toji thought that was hot af. Tsumiki was hugging Toji’s neck because she was tired while Megumi glared at the woman. After that, no woman ever approached Toji after that.

FAMILY OUTINGS!!! Ugh, you always have one every weekend with your family. The favorites are the zoo and the park. Megumi on Toji’s shoulders while Tsumiki holds both you and Toji’s hands, she swings in-between the two of you. You go to all the exhibits your children want to go to. Tsumiki likes the marine enclosures while Megumi prefers more of the forest and savanna ones. You never could forget the way your son slightly bounces on his dad’s shoulders when he sees an elephant. He lets out a gasp of awe while calling out to you, “Mama mama, look! Look at the elephant!” “I can see it, Baby. You like elephants, Gumi?” “Yeah!” “What about you, Tsumiki-dear?” “I think they’re cool, Mama.” Toji tries to feed the animals but the animals are so scared of him like he is the most dangerous one which is true. This also goes for festivals as well, wandering the stalls and food stands. Toji winning every game you stop by and getting prizes his kids want, if his kids want it he’ll get it. The whole day is fun but exhausting once you come home. Toji carries the kids home along with the family bag. The kids are knocked out and easy to tuck in as you and Toji decompress.

As the kids get older and mature, it’s easier to go places like Kyoto. Megumi and Tsumiki are more of exploring and sight-seeing individuals, which makes it easy on you and Toji so you don’t have to spend a lot of money to do those extravagant things. They just want to experience the surroundings and life without sticking out too much. They like the trips when you all stay at a Ryokan Onsen, it’s relaxing. Especially for Megumi since he’s away from Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki. He loves his teacher and classmates but they can be a handful to deal with. Once they get older, they have school and you and Megumi have missions so these family outings happen less. But if everyone’s home, you four go out and do whatever depending on the weather. Spring and early summer are good times of the year because the cherry blossoms are in bloom and the weather is pleasant. You usually go out and have a picnic when the trees are blossoming. It’s simple but sweet to get together so your kids will have some memories they can look back on fondly.

There is this scenario that I can’t stop thinking about but it’s Toji coded: After a day of family bonding, Toji is standing in the train while you and your kids are sitting. It was full but not crowded. During one of the stops, Tsumiki ends up giving her seat to a pregnant woman who’s around her late stages of the 2nd trimester. Toji pets her head as she stands next to him, holding onto his pants as you send a sweet approving smile her way. She sends one back as she grips onto Toji to steady herself. Megumi is in our lap, completely gone into the world of dream as he clutches closer to you. The stop before the one you all get off, Tsumiki helps the pregnant lady up and walk her towards the door. The lovely lady thanks her, gives her a piece of paper to her family bakery which your family become regulars later on, before waving at her and you two. Mouthing ‘You have a wonderful daughter.' You and Toji glance at each other and smile. As your stop approaches, Tsumiki asks Toji if she can carry Megumi. He asks why and she replies, “Because Mama’s tired and I can carry Megumi for her.” Toji glances down at you and see the droopiness as they flutter to keep themselves open. He crouches down, pets Tsumiki on the head, saying she is a kind and sweet kid but he will take care of it. He asks her to give him your bag while he exchanges it for his jacket. Tsumiki places his jacket around you and Toji tells her to get into your lap. She does and you wrap your free arm around her. The next thing she knows, he’s carrying you in both of his arms while you hold your children. Once the train doors open, the incoming passengers are met with a towering man holding his sleeping wife and kids in his arms. They part to make way for him and he WALKS the whole way home. His arms never tired or aching. Tsumiki smiles up at him and comments how cool and strong he is, “You’re always strong and cool, Papa.” He just chuckles in his whole deep, simp-worthy, DILF voice before crouching down to let her stand since she grabbed the house keys. She unlocks the door and holds it open for him. They take off their shoes as Toji places you and Megumi on the couch while Tsumiki gets her Sanrio blanket to place it over you and her brother. You wake up an hour later to Toji cooking dinner as Tsumiki uses her color pencils on her coloring book. You wake up Megumi and have dinner together as a family.

Has no problem carrying you and his children in his arms. Like he can carry a 8 year old Tsumiki and a 7 year old Megumi like it’s nothing. He can carry you, Tsumiki and Megumi around without getting tired. You do the trend where Toji is holding you, Megumi and Tsumiki as kids then you retake the same picture but when the two are in their late teens. The point of those pictures were meant to show Toji is still strong; if not, stronger after becoming a father. If the kids fall asleep on the couch while watching a movie, he’s carrying them to their beds. They did their homework late at night on the kitchen table and are too tired to go to their rooms, he will take them to their beds no problem. You fell asleep on the couch because you came home extremely late from work or a mission. Toji is getting you to bed with him using his oversized shirt as your PJs. When Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara are out cold from their sleepover, Toji covers them with a huge blanket and gives them each a pillow.

I discuss this a little bit in this but I’ll expand upon it here. Megumi and Tsumiki are way less traumatized. Megumi has sass and is aloof but that’s his personality. The reality is, Megumi isn’t as withdrawn or quick to make assumptions about people. He seems reserved but his walls aren’t thick or tall. He’s not going to summon Mahoraga in every death situation but just sometimes uses it as a last resort because he hasn't pushed himself to his limits. It’s more of the lack of knowledge behind his technique since you and Toji can only know so much. Plus you and Toji, specifically Toji, aren’t letting the Zen’in clan be near your children. Tsumiki also isn’t inclined to act more mature and take on adult responsibilities. She is allowed to be a kid and have a childhood, same goes with Megumi. Plus, the two are raised in a loving household. Is it a traditional one? Nope, not in the slightest. Their mom works while their dad stays at home. But it's a functional, healthy, content family. You and Toji have tried to set good examples for your children on love, relationships, and the process of communicating. There are some pitfalls every now and then. Yet Megumi and Tsumiki have seen honesty, patiences, and openness when you and Toji talk things out.

Plus they know the rule you and Toji have: never fight in front of the kids. Matters between you and your husbands are between you two only. You never wanted to drag your children into the argument themselves. Obviously, when they are younger, you have to explain to them that you and Toji weren’t on the same page and are mad at each other. As they get older, you explain what the argument/conversation was about transparently. Megumi and Tsumiki also notice how after you and Toji clear up things the both of you never made snide remarks about each other in the slightest. This helps the kids out a lot because they never felt like walking on eggshells. That’s why Tsumiki and Megumi never really worried about you and Toji splitting over bad blood. They know you and Toji aren’t going to stay stubborn for long and make up no matter the circumstances. But there was an argument that both of them never can forget. They didn’t witness it themselves but they knew it was the worst argument you both had, and this happened when Tsumiki and Megumi were TEENAGERS. It lasted for a WHOLE DAY, the longest you two have been in the waters of the aftermath. The two of them wanted to say something but they knew better when you and Toji told them to not involve your affairs. It was worrying them to the point Megumi asked Tsumiki if this would create a rift. However, being the older sister she is, says the both of you will work through it. And she was right when the two of them came home to see you and Toji on the engawa wrapped up in each other’s arms with a blanket over you both.

Tsumiki loves the flowers and plants in your garden beyond the courtyard. When you take her outside and show her the pretty flowers and plants, she has this sparkle in her eyes as you touch and hold the flowers up to her. As she gets older, she spends most of her time in the garden as you are sitting under the tree with your blanket keeping the dirt away from you. When you mentioned to Toji the garden would look better if there were more plant diversity, the man is handing you a list of your favorite plants and flowers you want. The next few days to weeks, the plants you wanted are already in your garden and blending in well with your home. He is also doing this legally, and doesn't want to be a bio-terrorist by accident.

Toji does this with Tsumiki too. She had this book about flowers from her school’s library and told him that those flowers were pretty and nice. She kept drawing them, saying they would look good in the garden. The next week, there was a bush of them in her favorite spot. Your garden becomes the Garden of Eden with the amount of plant life you and Tsumiki bring in. You do basic gardening but Tsumiki and Toji have the green thumbs in the family. They’re the ones doing maintenance on the garden. Mostly Toji since Tsumiki goes to school and isn’t always home.

Toji does all the planting, replotting, mulching, everything a garden needs. The type to cut the hedges into a perfect shape because it fills his ego and makes him productive. Like one time, Megumi brings over Yuuji and Nobara to hangout and they see Toji cutting the hedges into a cool dragon. Toji wipes the sweat off his forehead to see the fruits of his labor, smirking to himself saying, “I’m so fucking good at this. I’m literally the best.”

Megumi lets his Shikigami out into the garden because they like to hang out outside. The only ones allowed in the house are his divine dogs because Toji doesn't want to see a huge owl or elephant in the living room.

Come to think of it, you and Tsumiki are the main ones who decide what goes in and out of the house. The flowers and the garden were just an example. Furniture, appliances, the color of the blinds and curtains, the interior and exterior, hell everything at this point. If you and Tsumiki made a comment about the appearance of something and it started with the words if, what, wonder, he’s already pulling the catalog for ideas. It’s mostly curiosity but if both you and Tsumiki bring it up, he’s changing it to your liking. Megumi never understands this because he’s the “it is what it is” or “I’m fine with it.” Megumi would be visiting home from school and sees Toji rearranging some of the furniture or building something from scratch in the backyard and he doesn’t question it.

Speaking of which, besides the appliances/photos/silverware/complicated items, almost everything in the house is made by him or customized by him. Tsumiki and Megumi’s rooms? Toji made them into their liking. The main bedroom? All Toji’s work. Not one spot in this house hasn’t been adjusted or changed by Toji. That’s why you credited your house to being the perfect home, all because of Toji. You always remind him that his work is much appreciated around this house. He’ll just smirk but you can see the way his ears fade into a pink rose color. He loves it when you say stuff like that to him. IF the kids say it to him, his grin is stuck on his face for a whole 24 hours.

THE HANGOUT HOUSE! You know how there’s always that one friend where almost every hangout occurs at their home? That’s Megumi, it’s literally him. Technically since Yuuji permanently lives in the dorms and Kugisaki used to live in the countryside, Megumi is the only person in the trio to have an official home. They pass by it a lot when they go exploring or hanging out. Megumi never said anything but the two notice how he stares at it for some time. Then some shenanigans happen and they had to take cover in Megumi’s home. Mind you, Yuuji and Nobara were looking at Megumi like he committed a war crime when he b-lined to the house. And they know it’s a nice house. They were yelling at Megumi saying they were trespassing and they’ll be in some deep shit if they get caught. But Megumi yells at them to trust him as he opens one of the doors. Then Yuuji and Nobara start begging him to not get them killed because they finally see that the home is a literal MANSION. They think they’re cooked by whomever lives here. But from Megumi’s reaction, they’re wondering if Megumi knows the person that lives here. Then when they go inside the actual home, they slide off their shoes and walk to what’s the common area of the house(kitchen/living room). Then Yuuji notices one of the photos and sees kid Megumi and three other people. Nobara shoves herself to see it and they both turn around to Megumi grabbing a pitcher of some sort of drink out of the fridge. “YOU LIVE HERE, FUSHIGURO!?!?” “Oi, not so loud! My sister isn’t home yet but my parents are so quiet.” They don’t meet Toji here but later on because he was doing something with Shui. But you pop in and the students instantly recognize you. You force Megumi to show them around the house and they are in absolute awe. The moment they see his cool ass room, this house is their default hangout spot.

Sleepovers happen often, Megumi doesn’t want them to but you insist since he could just use one of the bigger guest bedrooms or his own room if he wanted. They stay up watching movies, shows, or watching youtube videos or documentaries just because. They do the laughing challenge to see if Megumi actually laughs. He does but fewer far in between.

Toji embarrasses the hell out of Megumi. You don’t purposefully but by accident. Yuuji and Nobara would see Toji going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, see the color drain from Megumi’s face, then ask Toji about anything relating to Megumi. Then Toji spills the TEA on Megumi, it’s so funny. If Megumi won’t spill then his dad definitely would. Megumi’s face becomes like a tomato when anything about him comes out of his dad’s mouth.

Your house is stocked up on everything. There’s nothing in this house you wouldn’t have. Nobara needed some period products and you literally gave her a basket full of them. If she needs something else, you run to the store to get it for her. Yuuji forgot his toothpaste? You gave him a new tube and another one for his dorm. You tell them to ask you or Toji for anything if they need it. Nobara and Yuuji ask you to adopt them.

After a certain point, they just come over and ask for you instead of Megumi. He gets so annoyed and mad at them for it.

But you always insist on sleepover because Megumi finally has friends that he can call his own. It makes you happy he surrounds himself with good people and Toji agrees.

They know Megumi is balling in money which he always denies. But Yuuji brings up that Megumi has a Gameboy, Gameboy color, a DS lite, 3DS XL, a Switch OLED in his room. They’re all blue with every Pokémon game to have ever been released. He’s not beating the rich allegations.

Megumi is so irritated with Toji, it’s absolutely hilarious. I said it before and I’ll say it again: once Megumi is high school age, he’s an angsty teenager. Dude just gets so annoyed at his dad for existing, he only imagines it’s just you, him, and Tsumiki only. Toji asks him to do something, will do it but will grumble under his breath about it. But if you or Tsumiki ask him to do something, he has no attitude. Megumi is more softer with his sister and you but his dad? Nah, if he inherits everything from his dad, he’ll use them to his disposal against his Pops. He and Toji butt heads a lot but it’s never serious. Tsumiki sometimes wants to stop it but you tell her it’s a father son bonding thing.

Megumi inherited Toji’s grumpiness. Actually Megumi inherited a lot of things from Toji but he doesn’t want to admit it. Physically, Megumi is a mini version of Toji. Personality-wise, fairly similar. It’s just his hair curls up a bit but you believe it’s a recessive gene from a distant relative that decided to come out in a rare time.

Never tell Megumi he looks and acts like his dad. It will temporarily ruin his mood for like an hour or so. He legit got so mad. Put a side by side picture of the two and show it to him and he’ll walk away. If he’s compared to his mom? The saintess who does no wrong? Hell yeah he’ll take up the compliment. But his old man? He has his own personal beef with that. It’s when you or Tsumiki tell him he’s like Toji because you’re his family and know his antics better than anyone. But if it was someone like Gojo-sensei? He’s throwing a roast back. “Man, Megumi-kun. You’re just like old man Toji, grumpy and full of attitude.” “And that’s the same old man who was able to beat you and lived. I don’t wanna hear anything from you, Gojo-sensei.” Gojo cried to you about why your son was so mean to him while Suguru was absolutely done with him.

Tsumiki took a picture of Megumi when his hair was still damp from a shower, he looked so much like Toji. She showed you the picture and you asked her to send it to you. She shows Toji and Toji smirks to himself, knowing he’ll dangle that over Megumi’s head for as long as he lives. Toji gets his and Megumi’s side by side comparison framed in the house lol.

Sometimes Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko babysit younger Megumi and Tsumiki when you and Toji are busy. Tsumiki loves them, tolerating Satoru at best. But Megumi is irked by Satoru’s presence and only hangs out with Shoko and Suguru. Hates Gojo’s constant teasing but from pure annoyance. He and Tsumiki grow up with them and that’s why both of them know the three long before anyone else did.

Megumi gets irritated during Middle and High School because his parents are HOT. He remembers when his classmates from middle school would ask who’s the woman waving at him/man that grins his directions. Megumi grimaces and says “That’s my mom/dad.” Then his peers would start gushing about how gorgeous and demure you are/handsome and attractive Toji is. He wants them to shut up about it. If it’s only one of you, some of his peers would say, “Can your mom/dad fight?” Megumi wanted to punch them so badly, but refrains himself because he doesn’t want to waste his punches on a rando. It doesn’t help when he goes to the same school as Tsumiki, it’s the same THING. He knows people gush about him but he could care less. It just irritates him to no end when others do it on his family members. So when both you and Toji show up to school to take Megumi and Tsumiki out, everyone is just looking at Megumi and his attractive family. They can see where he got his genes from. His gene pool was created by divinity itself. His mom’s attractive, his dad’s attractive, his sister’s attractive, then they look at Megumi and see that he’s attractive. It gets worse with Yuuji and Nobara. They make remarks about it every time, how show stopping your looks are, his dad had people of all sexualities swooning, and his sister made people have hearts in their eyes.

Nobara: “That’s not fair! Fushiguro gets his amazing looks and genes from the two most heavenly beautiful people in the world and he’s not using them! God has favorites for sure.”

Yuuji: “But Fushiguro-kun is using his good-looks though, Kugisaki! He’s just the more silent, mysterious, aloof type of guy that every secretly wants, you'know?”

Megumi: “Can you two just shut it right now!? Stop talking about my parents or appearance! Focus on the damn mission!”

Family dinners are silent but content. Everyone always eats together whenever possible since Toji’s done cooking dinner at 6:30pm. There’s some talking here and there but everyone is more focused on enjoying the meal Toji cooks for them. The kids clean up after themselves and usually fill the sink with hot water to place their dirty dishes inside. They prefer to eat their dad’s cooking any day. Yuuji and Nobara come over to have dinner every now and then. That’s when it’s more lively since they’re always gushing about Toji’s food.

Your children are so protective of you because of their father. Toji tells them there are some people out there that won’t respect you and tells Megumi and Tsumiki it’s their job to tell him if anyone bothered them or you. They mostly tell him about the amount of men who try to hit on you even though you said you’re already married to Toji, flashing your wedding ring, when you pick up Megumi and Tsumiki from school. Toji shows up with you, sizing up every male in the vicinity while puffing his chest. You roll your eyes but silently admit it was hot. It doesn’t change when they get older, they just hide it better. You could be in the grocery store in the produce section and some guy is hitting on you. You don’t have your wedding ring on because your fingers were sore and it hurt to wear jewelry on your hand. But you wore it on in a necklace. The guy wasn’t taking no for an answer until he saw two people behind you, staring down this man. It’s your son and husband. Then your daughter pops up and steals you away to look at a sale of some fruits she wanted. Leaving the poor man in the wrath of Megumi and Toji. They only put their hands on someone if they harass you or down right disrespect in any form. Mostly they’ll give a talk to the individual that’s not so courtesy of you. The best thing about this whole thing? The teens and Toji saw it all happen and made it into a whole operation. Tsumiki was in on it too, bruh. The men collectively agree to stare down any person that looked at you funny. Tsumiki isn’t so serious but she’s more subtle with her warnings and hints. You remembered when Toji was talking to Megumi about dealing with these situations. “Megumi, when you bring your dogs out, I need you to have them bite the guy in the balls if they try something with your mother or snatch their bag if they’re a woman.” “TOJI!” “I was thinking about the same thing, Dad.” “MEGUMI (L/N) FUSHIGURO! PLEASE! I can’t with you two!”

Those family talks. Like when Megumi opens up to you or Toji about something, it could be anything but it’s mostly personal things. You know it’s serious when it’s just him sitting at the kitchen table while you and Toji are doing something in the kitchen. Hitting you with the “Can I ask you two something?” Then you and Toji give Megumi your undivided attention to let him know you’re listening and paying attention. These happen with Tsumiki too but she’s already an open book and isn’t as reserved as Megumi. You both give your commentary and advice when asked, sometimes you let Megumi rant or let out his bottled up feelings. Surprisingly, unsurprisingly, Toji gives out insightful advice that Megumi takes into account every time his dad speaks. This is also how you become closer to your son and daughter, even your own husband.

They are allowed to swear in the house but Toji’s rule is “You can swear but it can’t be towards someone.” But the kids didn’t swear until they were in junior high.

The house doesn’t have much talking but it’s not the uncomfortable kind. It’s the kind where everyone is enjoying each other’s presence with no need for talking. It’s functional in your household, so it works with your family.

Don’t remind Toji that Megumi and Tsumiki will eventually move out and have their own lives because Toji will get all soft and emotional about it.

Toji and you are living the dream life. A nice house and property. A loving family with two wonderful children to ever bless you and your husband. And a healthy life where your family is close. Toji never thought he could’ve had this life but he now he does. This is the greatest middle finger and ‘fuck you’ to the Zen'in clan.

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twstowo · 10 months ago

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Hey, can I ask for the teachers to meet their son (male!reader, that isn't Yuu) boyfriend ? Like, what is the boy they accepted and who they don't ? (And if you write for Yuu, can you add them pls ?)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

♡︎Gender Neutral Terms as always!

♡︎I have turned this into a Rank, help?

♡︎Includes: NRC(No Ortho), RSA and Rollo

⋆⋅☆You are more than free to date them, the teachers fully approve of them

I’m having a hard time picking the first place. So I’m simply going to place these two here.

1. Kalim and Silver! Do I even need to explain why? They are the greenest flags ever, they would be so sappy and cute and always treat you well and the teachers are fully aware of that, they can see that they truly care for you. 2. Neige I didn’t place Neige with Kalim and Silver because he is from another school, the teachers would be sceptical of this far-away dating but would still fully approve of it, after all, Neige is extremely kind and considerate of you. 3. Trey Of course, he is here, Trey would be a great boyfriend, male wife material, like c’mon he can cook and he knows how to take care of little kids, the teachers would completely approve of you dating him. 4. Jack Jack is the sweetest boy ever, and there is no way the teachers would ever be against him being your boyfriend. He is ranked a bit lower than the others because the teachers find him a little too shy when it comes to showing affection. They believe you deserve someone who isn't afraid to be open about their love with you. Not that you mind that much. 5. Epel The teachers are aware of his sharp tongue, and the reason why he isn't in the lower group is simply because they believe he won't cause trouble for you enough to keep him under watch. After all, he tends to be quite a great boyfriend.

⋆⋅☆They somewhat approve of them but still keep an eye on them.

6. Riddle They believe he would be way too strict with you, and, of course, they keep an eye on him after his overblot. On the other hand, he is a high-honour student who seems to be purely a gentleman, so they give him the benefit of the doubt. 7. Cater Cater would also make a great boyfriend, and the teachers know that. However, they keep an eye on him since he seems to be so attached to his social media life. They feel that he pays more attention to this virtual network than to you, and you need to reassure them that this isn’t true. 8. Sebek His duties as Malleus's knight are why he is under the teachers' watch. They believe he pays more attention to his responsibilities than to you. With time, you prove them wrong, and they watch as he never seems to utter the word “Malleus” when he is around you. 9. Deuce Deuce is an amazing boyfriend overall, and the only reason they keep an eye on him is because of the past incidents when he first joined the school. 10. Vil Vil is here because the teachers believe he is more focused on himself than on you, and he is always busy with his work. So, he is under watch from the teachers until you prove them wrong. Not that it takes long because as soon as you tell Vil what the teachers think about your relationship, he goes out of his way to prove how wrong they are.

⋆⋅☆They question your love choices, unsure if they approve but will allow it for now, as long as they don’t do anything that makes them change their mind.

11. Ruggie They are aware of Ruggie’s signature spell and the things he gets away with by using it, so they aren't very happy with your love choices. On the other side, they do see that Ruggie seems to care a lot for you, so they reluctantly try to give him a chance. 12. Malleus Malleus is here because he is the heir of Briar Valley, and the teachers are worried about you being with someone as powerful and influential as him. We all know that he would be an amazing boyfriend. 13. Idia Not that Idia would be a bad partner, it’s just that he is always stuck inside his room, the teachers would totally be skeptical of this. They would question how can you date someone like that? Does he even invite you on dates? And you just have to explain that he is an amazing boyfriend and that your dates tend to be in his room. They still don’t understand the fun of it. 14. Jade The only reason Jade is higher than Azul and Floyd is that he actually knows how to behave, and the teachers respect that. However, they are still aware that Jade isn’t exactly the best person around. I’m pretty sure that Jade wouldn’t let the teachers down. Even if he did something to make them think he isn't worthy of you, he will quickly get rid of any evidence. It’s like it never happened.

⋆⋅☆Literally, questioning where they went wrong at this point. They don’t approve of it, and will try to get you away from them.

15. Ace Another troublemaker that they would rather see being as far away as possible from you. Aside from that, his grades are terrible, and they don’t want someone like that to be your boyfriend. The fact that the two of you were friends was already hard enough on them. 16. Lilia They find Lilia to be way too mischievous. Also, isn’t he basically Malleus and Silver’s father? No way that they would want you dating him. They find that you are way too young to deal with someone like that. 17. Che’nya Similar to Neige, he is also from another school, so they don’t understand how that could even work out. The difference is that Che’nya isn’t a lovey-dovey young man like Neige. They aren’t sure if they like Che’nya’s behaviour in general. 18. Jamil They believe he is manipulating you into the relationship, that he is using you for some sort of twisted goal.

⋆⋅☆No! As soon as they see him talking to you it’s over, they don’t even care if it was only a friendly talk.

19. Azul Shady octopus man with shady deals. OF COURSE, THEY DON’T APPROVE OF THIS! They believe that he's got you under a deal, and that's why you are dating him. 20. Floyd The only reason why Floyd is lower than Azul is that at least Azul started trying to behave after his overblot, but Floyd keeps on doing what he desires when he feels like it, and the teachers don’t like that very much. They believe that he might grow bored of you and just leave you, and they can’t stand the thought of someone ever doing that to you. 21. Leona Lazy lion that doesn’t show up to classes, the teachers wouldn’t allow this. You can try to tell them that Leona has money but they won’t budge with that commentary. They probably think he won’t put much effort into your relationship and that you deserve better. 22. Rook You know why he is here!! He would totally be one of those extreme partners, and of course, in the beginning, that is very nice and all, but with time it just slowly turns weird, and the teachers are more than aware of the type of man that he is. They would order a restraining order if you even spoke his name near them. 23. Rollo He tried to KILL Trein and everyone else who came to Fleur City from the Night Raven college, there is no way they would accept this.

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russellsppttemplates · 9 months ago

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I’m assuming that Carlos’ reader teaches like 11-12 year olds so if this isn’t what you imagine feel free to alter it, but a student in your class being a big fan of Carlos and not knowing your his wife and the student tells you about how much Carlos inspires him and writes an essay about him being your hero so you like tell Carlos and he invites the kid to the next race or something similar🥰

Note: I imagine it for primary school, and where I live that goes from 6 to 10, but I can tweak it a little! 🫶

"Today's essay is about your heroes - you're going to write about the people you look up to and why you look up to them", you said as the students gathered the materials they needed, "Can we also make a drawing at the end?", one of the girls asked, "sure! But only after you've written the essay", you stated, smiling as they started working in it.

When you collected all of the essays, you smiled as you took a peek of the people they mentioned: some mentioned family, friends, characters on TV but the drawing of a Formula One car caught your eye. It was your husband's car, the 55 on the side announcing it as much and the essay all about how he was someone the boy looked up to and wished he could meet him.

One perk of teaching children is that they would be curious to ask you all kinds of questions, but they would never bother with titles and names, and since you had kept your maiden name, you were sure none of them knew you were married to a Formula One driver.

You took a picture of it to show Carlos by the time you got home, "he drew me? My car, that is", Carlos said as he zoomed in on the photo, "wow, he's a big fan from what I can see", he smiled, "he should come to the next race here if you wouldn't mind having him for the weekend too", he teased.

A couple of months later, the boy and his parents sat with you in the garage, watching Carlos get ready for qualifying, giving him a high five before he kissed your cheek, "drive safe, we're rooting for you!", you smiled.

"Come with me, we can go and congratulate Carlos on his pole position!", you stretched your hand and ran to Parc Fermé, greeting Carlos and the boy spoke up, "that was amazing! You were so fast, it's unbelievable!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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starstruckmoony · 5 months ago

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so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 578

warnings - language, drinking, smoking

part 1 / part 2

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

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✨D.D. MASTERLIST ✨

[banner and dividers created by @saradika]

[DRABBLES]

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I Miss You, I Miss You Too (0.5k)

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Lost in the Light (1.4k)

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Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)

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That’s Not My Name (632 words)

din djarin x female!reader

Playlist

Older!Grogu Inspo Art

summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!

#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster

#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?

#03: Marshal Daddy

#04: Mayfeld Didn't Mean to Step on Him

✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨

#05: Wife Material

#06: Trikar'la, Buir!

#07: Soran

✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨

#08: You're His Home

#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma

✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨

#10: Show Off

#11: You Didn’t

#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay

#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika

#14: Am I Making You Quiver?

#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck

#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin

#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta

✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨

#18: Talk About a Power Couple

#19: My Boys Needed Me

#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath

#21: Made of the Right Stuff

#22: Like Father, Like Son

#23: It’s a Surprise

✨#23.5: Am I Close to Redemption?✨

#24: Right Between Your Thighs

din djarin x female!reader

summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object

#02: Falling For You

#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck

#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder

#05: Right Person, Wrong Time

#06: Partners in Crime

#07: A Favor For a Friend

#08: But You’re Still a Traitor

[SEVEN DAYS]

Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

AFTER

#the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #din djarin #star wars #din djarin masterlist

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 year ago

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I Didn't Ask For This (part 11)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought

.All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

•○●⛦●○•

Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

•○🌑○•

Azriel's pov.

He squeezed his eyes shut against the glare of the morning sun streaming in through the window.

He always had his windows and blinds shut so no light would disturb his rare slumber. Why weren't the blinds closed?

He turned his head away, trying to turn away, but he froze when he realised there was something heavy on his chest. He blinked his eyes open cautiously. He knew it wouldn't be anything dangerous, because if it was, his shadows would have woken him up a long time ago.

When he realised what– who– it was, his heart skipped a beat.

There, on his chest lay his wife's head, her features incredibly softened. Her hand was gently draped over his abdomen.

He stared at the female. He always knew she was beautiful, but now he could actually see every small detail on her face. He hadn't noticed them till now because he had never been so close to her before, and if he stared for too long, he was afraid he'd offend her in some way or creep her out. And he didn't want that.

He lifted his hand to push back that strand of hair on her face that seemed to have a problem staying in place. He didn't pull his hand back though. He caressed her hair, staring at her closed eyes and her lips. Her nose and cheeks. Azriel was fascinated to say the least.

Y/n's brow furrowed, and Azriel pulled his hand back, holding still as she shifted. She pulled away from him, only to rest her head on his bicep, giving him space to turn onto his side. So he did, still studying her features.

He tried to not touch her, but his hand and mind were not on speaking terms, it seemed. His fingers ghosted over the arch of her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, the dip on her chin.

Now he knew why he had slept so peacefully and deeply for the first time in such a long time.

As he did all that again, his mind wandered.

•○🌑○•

He had reached the camp that he and Y/n had been born in within moments of leaving the House of Wind at dusk, having winnowed there. He had stopped to get some of the supplies he would need before flying the rest of the way.

When he reached the camp, he stashed the supplies he'd bought in his shadows and began the long work of sneaking narrow eyed females and their children out of the camp. He had planned to return before dinner, but convincing the females had been harder than he thought and took longer than anticipated.

But once he was done, he had wrapped his shadows around himself and started the work of drenching the whole place in the flammable material the male from the shop had given him. He flew quietly and swiftly with the huge can in his hands, making sure he wasn't making any sounds.

When he did that too, he started the fire and watched the camp burn down.

He knew the pain. How it burned. How it felt as if death would be a more peaceful option. How skin practically melts of the bones.

So when the screams started, he smiled.

He smiled as the wails and ear splitting shrieks filled the night air.

And then he went in search of the males he hated above all.

He walked through the heat of the fire, cautious of the flames and searched for his childhood home, if it could even be called that.

There they were, trying to get away from the flames that encircled them so that they could spread their wings to fly away.

He stared at the three men, his father and stepbrothers, trying frantically to search for a way out. He stared as one of his brother's hands caught fire and he screeched, the other's wings burning, his father's clothes turning to ash with the flames. Azriel smiled all the while.

And maybe that made him a sadistic bastard, but he was the Spymaster of Night Court. Being sadistic came with the position.

And then, his father looked up and froze, recognition lighting his eyes after a moment.

"Azriel." He whispered, but Azriel heard it clearly, as clearly as if he had spoken in his ear.

"Hello. Father." He added as a second thought. His brothers looked up, stopping mid scream.

"Shit." One of them continued screaming.

"How does it feel?" Azriel asked. He was enjoying this too much.

"You are our brother. Please save us. We were so worried about you when you left." The older one pleaded.

Azriel raised his brows. "Why would I save you and let all my efforts go to waste?"

They blanched even more. "You–you started the fire?"

"Who else would do that?"

"Azriel, son. Please, give us one more chance. I promise we will show you how much we care about you–"

"You can show the Mother that. When–if she blesses you with her presence in the afterlife. I highly doubt that, though." With that, Azriel turned on his heel, going to hunt down Y/n's father.

"Please, stop! Come back! We'll do anything you ask!"

Azriel paused. "Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!"

"Hmm. Tell me where Y/n's father lives."

"Y/n? Who is that?"

"The girl you promised me to."

"Oh that man lives in that house." His father pointed towards a house nearby.

"Alright. Thank you for the assistance." Azriel continued on towards the house his father had indicated.

"Wait! Where are you going?! Help us!"

"Again, why would I do that?"

"You said..."

"I never promised anything, father. You assumed."

He chuckled to himself as he heard profanities and curses being spewed at him.

He kicked open the door to the burning house he had been pointed to, and found Y/n's father lying down, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his face and clothes damp with sweat. "Father in law. How are you doing."

Azriel didn't necessarily want the answer to that. He couldn't care less about it.

"S–son. Save me..."

Azriel smiled. "What do you think I am here for?"

•○🌑○•

He surprised himself with the satisfaction he got by doing that. He never thought that inflicting the same pain he had endured that made him hate his hands on others would be something he could be proud of.

Nonetheless, he was satisfied. Which was very concerning, but as long as it made his wife happy, he would burn down the whole of Prythian.

He ran his fingers through her hair, then realised she was staring at him. He froze.

"How long have you been staring at me?" He asked.

She huffed. "Don't you think I should be the one asking that?"

"Well, I asked first. You must answer."

"Hmm. Since you turned this way. May I ask what you were fantasising about that you didn't notice I was awake?"

He smirked, moving to sit up. "Trust me darling, you'd rather I show it to you." He whispered in her ear before standing. She gaped at him, looking furious. He knew it was all fake.

As soon as he turned away from her, a pillow smacked the back of his head and he chuckled. He picked the clothes he'd worn before his night clothes and waved at her as he walk out the door.

But he paused before closing the door behind him. He poked his head in, opening his mouth. But then he just stared.

There on the bed, she was sitting. Smiling widely at her hands and shaking her head. She looked to the balcony and bit her lip, lost in thought before moving to stand up. He smiled too, before finally interrupting the daydream she was having.

"Hey professional pillow thrower?" She whipped towards him with a gasp. "Lunch today?"

She blinked, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Sure."

"See you soon then. I mean, take your time smiling at the walls. I won't mind." He ducked away and closed the door before the pillow she threw at him again could land its mark.

Grinning, he turned to walk to his room. Then he stopped in his tracks when he found Cassian leaning against a wall nearby, his arms wrapped over his chest, wiggling his brows.

Azriel continued walking, trying to ignore the knowing look on his brother's face. "Shut up." He muttered when he passed by Cass.

"But I said nothing!" Unfortunately, Cassian followed Azriel to his room. "Though I can't help but wonder, are you skills gone or something? I heard nothing last night. No moans and groans and your name being screamed–"

Azriel shoved the bundle of clothes he had in his hands in Cassian's face before slamming the door in his face. He could hear Cassian's boisterous laugh through the door, and honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if the whole of Velaris heard it.

"Take her to a good place brother! For lunch I mean!" Cassian said through the door before his steps retreated.

Azriel huffed, but couldn't stop the smile that made its way onto his face. He leaned his head against the door, grinning before smacking his forehead and making his way to the bathing room.

•○🌑○•

Part 12

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tremendouscreationperson · 4 months ago

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Logan x Reader pt.10

Omg Im so sorry I'm not consistent with posting, it's my nans 70th so I am off this week so I should be able to be a bit better

Also my bestie's bestie and her wife got tickets to the eras tour without me and are going today so I needed Logan to comfort me - hence the posting 🤣🤣🤣

There be hysterectomy talk in this one

<<Part 9 Part 11>> Masterlist

Logan seemed to have fucked most of the anger out of his system. Not all. He was still frosty but he now spoke with you, entertained your small talk.

“You hungry?” He asked, various fast food joints passing you by.

“Yeah.” The nurses had given you food but after certain activities you weren't going to pass anything greasy up.

“What’d’ya want?”

“Literally anything.” You scanned the street and pointed to the McDonalds. “That'll do.” Can't go wrong with a Maccas.

“What you thinking?”

“I dunno, do they still do the big n’ tasty?”

“No.” He pulled into the car park. “You want to go in and look at the menu?”

You did but time was of the essence. “As long as we're quick.”

“We can be quick.” He hummed, reversing into a space.

You both hopped out of the jeep and entered the building. It was fairly dull in here. Wasn't McDonald's colourful? Full of children's characters and clowns? It was grey and brown and sleek and boring.

Logan walked past you and tapped on a screen. It displayed all the different menu categories.

“McDonalds has screens now?” You laughed in disbelief. You tapped the ‘whats new’ option. Everything had gotten bigger. There were larger nugget meals and burgers and wraps.

Garlic cheese dippers, selects and all sorts of tasty goodness.

You chose yourself a triple cheeseburger meal and some nuggets on the side. He picked a chicken box, a Big Mac meal and an array of sides.

“You sure that's all you can eat?” You joked.

“Fast metabolism.”

“Are we going to be able to fit this all in the car?”

“Yeah.” He pulled out his card.

“Oh wait!” You quickly pressed the back button and ordered a strawberry milkshake. “A peace offering.”

Logan's brows pulled an inch but he didn't comment. Laura was yet to have a milkshake, diabolical behaviour on your part.

Your order number was 66. There were a lot of numbers before you so you perched on the back of an unoccupied booth.

Logan stood straight next to you, as though he was standing guard. So you decided to take advantage of that. Of him watching out for you. Your mind wandering to your ‘new’ body. You could heal. That was crazy. You still didn't understand the science behind that. The TVA had painlessly taken blood, spit and plasma samples. They had checked you for any diseases the Void could offer but the illuminati didn't. How did they have your materials to meld with the regenerative ones? Maybe they didn't. Surely they wouldn't just experiment with you though. Hopefully you weren't a guinea pig.

“How fast you reckon it's gonna be?” You questioned looking at your wrists.

“I dunno, twenty minutes max?” Logan turned from the screen to look at you.

“No.” You giggled. “Healing.”

“Oh.” His eyes flickered to where you had exposed your wrist. “I wouldn't know.”

You thrust it towards him. “Will you do the honours?”

“Are you being fucking serious?” He stepped back. “After everything I've said you think I'd just cut you?”

Okay okay, that was maybe a poor move on your part. “I guess?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ain't happening.”

You grumbled but formed a field, manipulating it into a thin disc, making sure one edge was paper thin. Even a paper cut could show you.

The slice you had planned didn't work so you had to try again and yes! Well, maybe don't be too happy.. what would Dave say?!

The cut was teeny. It was about ten centimetres but the little dot of blood told you it wasnt superficial. There was at least an element of actual harm.

“I hate you.” Logan folded his arms.

“No you don't, just watch.”

The cut did nothing.

The two of you just staring, transfixed, at your wrist.

“Maybe it has to be deepe-ahhh.”

You could feel a warmth, it was hot. Red hot. And your skin was stretching. You could feel it tying itself together. None of this was really visible but the line did close. You had imagined healing wouldn't hurt... Yet here you were.

You smirked up smugly. “It works!”

He huffed but you could see how happy he was. His eyes were lit and his lips had tugged upwards.

“Brilliant, eh?”

“It's pretty good.” He kissed your crown.

You couldn't wait for the lift. Too excited. But taking the stairs wasn't an option so you did in fact wait for the lift.

Gosh it took fucking forever.

Logan hadn't let you out of his sight, barely leaving to collect the food bags. He was really fucking happy.

You were going to be safer than ever.

All he could imagine as you lay in the hospital bed was “what ifs”. He knew it was entirely possible that he could hurt you. He knew he had nightmares and had had to buy a new mattress before due to them. He knew his claws came out when you fucked so what was to stop them when he was scared?

He hated the ideas so he projected them onto the one that had hurt you.

Laura.

Laura was him.

He'd never deny that.

She was a younger version of him.

She was the one that hurt you and I'm a way that spared Logan.

She was to blame.

“Laura!” You called as soon as the elevator doors opened. “Baby?” Jogging towards her door.

You then halted.

“What-ho-how do I approach this?”

Logan didn't know. If he hurt you he'd be fucking distraught. He would kill himself a few times just to feel nothing, to stop the guilt. “Just be yourself?”

You let out a whine but carried on and knocked at the door. It was open. The pressure of your knock opened the door.

“Laura?” Your voice was unsure but you pushed the door the rest of the way and entered the dark home.

The curtains were drawn and the lights were all off making it almost impossible to see her slip through the bedroom door, looking worse for wear, and stick to the corner.

She was still wearing the clothes she had worn that night. Blood covering her hands and splattered across the mateiral. Her hair was unwashed, her eyes hollow, she hugged herself as she watched you move into the room.

“Baby.” You raised the cup. “I finally got you that milkshake. It's strawberry. I think chocolate can sometimes be a bit meh so strawberry is the next best.” Why were you rambling?

Laura's eyes flicked to the cup and then to your ever present shadow: Logan.

“I'm gonna… put it on the table?” You placed the cup in-between the two of you. “It's nice."

She didn't make any movements.

Let's just cut to the chase then. “Laura, I'm fine.” You gestured to yourself. “In fact Tony Stark was able to alter my genes. I heal like you and Logan.”

Her brow twitched.

“Look.” You repeated the field and sliced across your arm. Laura's eyes widened and she gasped at the blood. Ah fuck. Maybe you shouldn't have. “Laura, just watch. It takes a second then it w-orks.”

She watched your skin sew itself back together and her eyes watered.

“Baby,” You weren't going to stand there and let her cry. “I'm coming over.”

She didn't back up, letting you stride to her. You immediately pulled her into a bone crushing hug, and she sobbed into your shoulder.

“I'm fine and I don't blame you.” You repeated over and over again. “I love you.” She clutched onto your back, her body shaking with sorrow. “I don't blame you. You're my baby and I love you.”

Logan took a step forward causing her to tense.

“Lo stay back on this one.” You shushed into her ear, threading fingers through her hair. “It's okay Laura, he's not going to do anything.”

It took a while but she did ease back into the embrace, her tears slowly creasing.

Laura stepped back, looking at you with fat wet eyes. She gave you the tiniest nod and stepped around you to pick up the milkshake.

She handed it to you and you took a drink. “I'd never poison you, love.”

Laura seemed satisfied that you didn't die so took a drink herself.

You could see the thoughts zooming through her mind. It was cold. Thick. Tasted unlike anything she'd had before. But she liked it.

Laura drank silently from the straw and gave you the smallest hint of a smile when she released it.

“I knew you'd like it baby.” You grinned down at her. “Right, we have to get you cleaned up.”

You'd run the bath for her and insist she hop in. Laura removed the crusty clothes and did follow your instructions. Neither of you cared that she was naked. You were past that.

“Is it warm enough?”

She nodded. You'd all become accustomed to cool water due to the Void so we're careful when running baths or turning the shower on. If it was too hot it felt suffocating.

You dunked her sponge into the soapy water and plucked her hands in yours to clean them. The movements were methodical. You cleaned her wrist, then her palms then her knuckles and lastly her nails. She's ripped off the false ones, leaving her natural nails on show.

When the water was a burgundy colour you let it out and refilled the tub. Laura sat and watched. “We're going to do your hair now. Tilt your head back.”

You flicked the tap to connect it to the shower head and turned it on. The water splurged out and you hummed softly to undercut the noise. Laura let you rinse her hair. There were bits of dry blood and a leaf? in it. El had said she had run away. Good on them for finding her and bringing her back. Good on El for replacing the mattress and bedding. You'd have to thank them. You loved them so dearly for looking after her.

Laura's eyes were tired by the time you'd finished. She stood and you wrapped a towel around her shoulders.

She sat on the lip of the bath so you could towel dry her hair with a smaller towel and comb it.

“Someone looks sleepy.” You kissed her nose. “C’mon, let's go to bed.”

She took a shaky breath and frantically shook her head.

“It's okay.” You shushed her. “I'll take you to bed but I won't get in.”

It broke your heart to see her allow that. You wanted nothing more than to tuck her under your chin and sleep soundly with your bubba.

Laura pulled on a night shirt and eased into the bed whilst you quickly ran the spray over the tub, erasing any signs of blood.

You found her in the bed waiting and sat next to her. Your hand smoothed her hair and you found yourself humming a long forgotten tune. It took seconds for her to sleep.

Logan was on you in an instant - the second - you walked through the door. He squeezed you tightly.

“I'm okay.” You reassured him. “She's just-it's weird seeing her like that. She's normally so strong.”

The two of you parted and you let him kiss your forehead. “You're a good mom.”

You chuckled. “It's not easy.”

“No.” His head shook. “But you are.”

You don't know why but the determination in his eyes made yours water. You sniffed and looked away. “She likes milkshakes.”

“Of course she does.” He shrugged. “I do.” You rolled your eyes at his reply but before you could argue he spoke again. “I'm sorry. I've been a dickhead.”

“I can get why.” You placed a hand on his sideburn. “I do. But she's just a kid.”

He nodded and kissed your palm. “You have no idea what would've happened if I lost you again.”

You did know. He would've gone fucking feral. He would've killed Laura, then the others would've gotten involved and they would've fought and killed and not cared for the consequences. “You didn't lose me.”

He smiled and bent his neck to kiss you. You met him halfway on your tiptoes, replicating the same amount of need.

You both knew you were fucked. The world was fucked. Both were damaged goods. The chances of finding each other was next to none yet here you were. Kissing in your shared apartment.

“I love you.” You whispered into the kiss, Logan used that to his advantage and delved his tongue into your mouth. You hummed letting your own dance with his.

His hands cradled your face and spine. His palm was so big against your cheek, it made you feel safe. At home. He would protect you.

You had to break the kiss to breathe, panting against his ear as he kissed his way to your nape. He loved your nape and you loved the way he nipped and sucked it, it was him claiming you. Him owning you. And when he bit down on your neck all your feminism flew out of the window. You would do anything for this man.

The hand on your cheek had travelled down to your chest, cupping a breast and giving it a delicate squeeze. You were still wearing that Deadpool set, with no actual cup, so when his thumb grazed over your nipple you felt everything.

Logan wasn't one for slow. You knew that to be true because of the way he fucked you previously. But here he was taking his time. Savouring each hitch and groan that tumbled from your lips.

You were actually being a bit useless here, letting him kiss and fondle you without doing the same. Quick to remedy that your hands found their way to his belt, fingers grazing the skin under his vest, and you tugged him that bit closer.

Logan crowded you now. He was all you could see, hear, taste, smell and touch. He was all you needed.

“Logan.” You breathed onto his lips, kissing him again. His lips were smooth, a nice juxtaposition to his gruff hair. Oh, but you loved the scratch. He was so manly. So hairy. He was everything rolled into one.

You sensually licked his lips as your fingers unhooked his belt.

Logan's half lidded eyes watched you as you pushed your tongue further out, keeping eye contact as you bent to make your mark on his neck.

He groaned as you sucked, tongue swirling across the marred flesh. It then made its own way to his chest, kissing and sucking where the vest would allow.

You gave him one look and he immediately removed the fabric. “Good boy.” You whispered against his pecs. Kissing them and letting your teeth catch certain areas.

Logan watched with a baited breath and you slowly sunk to your knees. The unbuckled belt sitting at his hips as you unpopped the button, pulling the zipper all the way down.

He let out a shudder when you nuzzled your nose against the visible boxers. Tugging the jeans down so you could kiss him through the fabric. You'd never get over how big he was.

He was long and thick and if you thought his dick looked comically large in your hand you knew it would be difficult to swallow down.

Still though, you teased him through the fabric. Kissing his head and sucking the wet patch. It was gloriously salty.

“Y/N.” He muttered his hand making a home in your hair.

You looked up at him as you pulled him from the boxers. His mouth was permanently set in a small ‘o’ but it widened when you licked a stripe from shaft to tip.

You loved this. This fearsome warrior. This feral beast. The reason to genetically alter you, to ensure he was happy. Was putty in your hands. He would do anything for you.

Maybe it was fucked up at at this precise moment you understood his plight. Why he was so angry. Why he had taken it out on Laura. She was technically to blame - never in your eyes though - and you got why he snapped.

You sucked the head again before delving deeper. Yeah, you were right, it was far too big but you had hands for a reason.

Pumping with your mouth and hand you make sure to be delicate. For some reason you wanted this to be soft. You wanted to treat him. Your Logan hadn't minded a bit of teeth but you tried your hardest to keep them away.

He was trying to suppress his moans, trying to keep cool but he was dying. You were perfect.

How were you this perfect?

How did you know what he needed?

Every fucking day!

It was like you were a mind reader.

Maybe you were.

Maybe they'd altered you that way as well.

Logan's hips urged to jut forward but he didn't want to ruin this. This was something he hadn't really experienced. This was sweet. This was soft.

He was quick to fuck but no this wasn't that. You were being too nice for this to be called ‘fucking’. He hates to say it because you were literally just sucking his dick but this was definitely on the “making love” spectrum.

“You're perfect.” He groaned out. “I fucking love you.”

You hummed in response and he had to quickly pulled himself out. He could've spilt right there and then.

“Bed.” He ordered. “Now.”

He wasn't going to cum in your mouth, no, he was going to fill you up. He was going to fuck you so full of his cum. He wanted you dripping.

You frowned cutely, your lips swollen and pouting was fucking amazing. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were glassy so as he lifted you - pulling you closer - he got to see you. To really see how messy you were. Hair out of place and a line of drool on your chin. Fuck.

He wanted you.

He was going to lock you in the room.

You were his.

No one else's.

“I'm going to fuck you full of my seed.” His lips spoke against yours, not kissing you just touching you. “I'm going to fill you up.” He'd never felt like this before. “Breed you.”

You shuddered and smiled but then your brows pinched.

“Logan,” You pulled back to look him in the eye. “I- I don't have a womb.”

The man stopped in his tracks. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why else do you think we've been fucking the way we have with no consequences?”

He made a noise. It made sense. He hadn't smelt the change in your cycle like he had the girls. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I didn't realise you didn't know.” You looked guilty. “I'm sorry.”

“No.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Don't be sorry.”

You groaned non sensually. “Have I just killed the mood?”

“No.” He shook his head and kissed your nose. You knew he was lying.

“Logan. Don't shut me out, be honest.”

“I'm just surprised.” He was truthful. “My Y/N had hers.”

You bit your lip. “If I tell you what happened the mood will definitely be killed.”

He was curious. “C’mon.” He tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled his jeans back up before leading you to the sofa. You sat down, tucking your legs under your chin. He was sitting facing you, giving you his full attention.

How do you say this in a way that won't set him off? Couldn't you go back to sucking his dick? That was so nice. You sighed. “The scar on my back...”

He lent forward, elbows on his knees. “I'm going to get angry again aren't I?”

“Stryker had this man in his possession. He could make you see whatever he wanted you to see. Logan didn't know it was me.”

It was confusing to wake up in the infirmary. Jean and Beast looking down at you.

“Y/N.” Jean breathed in a sigh of relief. “I was worried.”

“You always fix me up.” You joked, feeling very sore. Your back and stomach were aching. It felt alien to be in this much discomfort.

“We had to perform a procedure on you.” Beast clasped one of your hands. “It's very serious. You will be fine but we had to make a decision.”

“Okay?” You were even more confused, trying to sit yourself up a little. The pain in your stomach didn't allow for that so you flopped back down.

“You were pierced by Logan and flung across the facility. When you landed you hit your front. A piece of piping damaged your womb and we were unable to save the organ.”

As Hank spoke you got flashes of the scene. You didn't recall a pipe but you remembered the agony, calling for an evac. Begging for Logan's help.

“To save my womb..?” You slowly understood. “So I've had a hysterectomy?”

Jean tried to sooth you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “It is a small price to pay, we could've tried to save it and risked infection, risked your health.”

“I'm not upset.” You told her matter of factly. “I'm just trying to figure out what happened.” You weren't upset. It wasn't a thing you'd thought of at this age. You weren't really the mothering type. Yeah, you looked after the students but that role was more ‘wine aunt'. You weren't fit to be a mother. Logan would be a good dad though. Oh, you'd have to tell him.

What would he say?

He'd naturally be upset he hurt you but would he forgive himself just to dislike being with you? What if you being unable to give him children was an issue?

You'd been transferred to your room. It was lovely and cosy. Blankets everywhere, pillows strewn and the wooden accents of Xavier's mansion felt more like home than being with your mother.

You wondered how she was. What would she say about you being barren?

Sitting and sulking was how you spent your days. Food was brought to you - as you couldn't really move - by different members of your family. Scott brought flowers, Ororo made you a gorgeous curry, Jubilee gifted you a teddy.

Each member of the team was welcome but you were waiting for him.

They'd all told you he was taking it hard, drinking more, fighting more, caring less and less about his safety. He felt like shit but you didn't blame him.

You felt guilty for not realising sooner it wasn't Logan. Your fields could stop his claws, they had in training. The two of you were paired up a lot to show the newbies how to fight. You worked well together and it was only a matter of time and rolling about on the floor before he asked you out.

You decided at the end of the first week that if he wanted kids you wouldn't make him stay. You couldn't. You'd push him away, if needs be.

It was day twelve when he knocked at the door. You could move, had showered - careful with your stitches - and dressed yourself for the first time.

“Y/N.” He spoke by the door.

You looked up from the Hobbit, smiling wide. “Logan, hi.”

“I'm so so sorry.” He eased his way in, looking uncomfortable in your room in a way he had never previously.

“Logan, it wasn't you, love.” You closed the book, placing it on your nightstand. “It could've been anyone.”

“But I hurt you.”

“I'm okay.” Wasn't exactly the best argument but it was true.

He shuffled over to your bed and sat delicately at your side, his feet still touching the floor. “I couldn't face you. Couldn't see you bruised because of me.”

The bruising had gone down. You were looking normal again. “Again, babe, I don't blame you.”

“You should.” His eyes left yours and he looked at the floor.

The need to comfort him was so strong but you held back. Remembering yourself. You couldn't get too lost. Not when you were lacking. “Do you want kids?”

The questions surprised both of you. You didn't mean for it to tumble out of your mouth but it had and now it was sitting heavily amongst you.

Logan looked back at you perplexed. His eyebrows met but he stared into your eyes, considering your question.

He'd almost killed you. He could've killed you. His hands harmed you and you were asking if he wanted kids. Yo- he loved you so much. He should stay away. You'd get hurt again he knew you would.

But he loved you. Whenever he imagined a future - and that wasn't often - he saw you with him. And now he saw a little girl and boy. The boy looked like him and the girl looked like you but they acted like the other parent. He could see a soft mummy's boy being coddled far too much and a cute feral girl who was ready to take on the world. He could picture them.

Picture you full with your child. His child. You were glowing.

“I think we'd be great parents.” He hadn't realised his eyes were watering, quickly swatting the tears away. He'd almost destroyed that future, the one you were offering him.

You bit your lip and nodded silently. “I think we should break up.”

Four months later he burst into your bedroom seething.

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled.

You jumped, snapping the Lord of the Rings shut. “Logan?”

He had left when you broke up with him. Becoming a renegade, a fighter, a mercenary. Whatever it took to forget you.

It wasn't until Storm needed assistance - fighting off the brotherhood by the cul-de-sac Logan was passing through - when she told him.

“You ended it because you can't have kids?!” His hands were on his hips and he was pacing back and forth. “I thought I…” He sighed shakily. “I thought I fucked up. I thought the idea of me wanting children with you after almost fucking killing you was terrifying.”

“Lo, I can't have children.” You explain. “I will die and you will live and that's it. If you find someone that can give you kids then you won't be as lonely. You could have a family.”

He stopped pacing and stared at you. “That’s the most stupid argument I've ever fucking heard.”

It was but it was all you had.

“I know but I didn't want you to feel trapped.” You sat up and he suppressed a gasp because you were wearing one of his shirts. After all this time you still wore his clothes, it did something to him. Inside his chest ached. “Down the line when you wanted a child and I couldn't give you one… I didn't want you to resent me.”

“I would never.” He vowed. “I have spent these past months trying to forget that I fucking love you. I could never resent you.”

Tears oozed from your eyes and you wiped them away. “I'm sorry.”

He didn't want to break this easily. Didn't want to give in but you were crying. His girl was crying. Logan scooped you up in a hug and kissed your forehead. “Don't ever lie to me again. I don't care what it's about. We'll handle it together.”

You nodded. “Okay. I promise.”

Logan sat back, resting his spine against the sofa. "It's okay." He decided. "We already have Laura, we don't need any more."

You smiled. "So you forgive her?"

"'course I do." He heaved a sigh. "Just gotta actually apologise to her."

"I love you." You leant over and kissed his brow. "You look so sexy when you're grovelling."

He rolled his eyes and playfully shoved you off.

Part 11

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explosionkatsu · 2 years ago

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"Age doesn't matter" 8

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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"So." Eijiro started as they both exited Y/n's apartment.

Katsuki stayed silent while carrying the sleeping Kazui in his arms along with his things for school.

"She seems nice." Eijiro grinned. "And very helpful." He added as he clicked his car keys unlocking his car.

"Straight to the point," Katsuki mumbled carefully getting in the car.

"Well, you both look close to each other, especially after the news," Eijiro said getting in the driver's seat.

"The news is nothing. They're spouting lies. That's all they fucking do." Katsuki mumbled once again, trying not to wake Kazui.

He's not ready. Not yet. But he sees you fitting to be Kazui's mom knowing how close you were with his son. Of course, he knows him being a single father is fine, but he also knows Kazui will be looking for a mom. Now that he can see other kids being picked up by their mothers.

"What do you think will happen if she saw the news?" Starting the engine, Eijiro slowly drove off of the parking lot.

"The fuck do I care," Katsuki growled lowly. "For all I know she's fucking banging any other guy in every bar she goes to."

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care that they're not officially divorced. He won't accept her back. Not after what she did.

"Hey, that's not how you talk about your-

"She's not my fucking wife. Not ever." Katsuki scowled deepened, but soon disappear when he shifted his eyes to Kazui's peaceful face.

He'll do everything for his son. He'll risk his life if he has to just keep him safe.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Eijiro apologizes.

"Kazui doesn't deserve to know her."

After Eijiro dropped Katsuki at their home, he drove to a secluded area.

His eyes were serious while he focuses on driving. No one knows he's here. Not even Katsuki.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a dark alleyway and roll the passenger seat's window down.

"Get in." He said.

When the person got in, Eijirou started driving once again.

"You'd be surprised by my intel."

"Tell me," Eijiro said quietly while his eyes focuses ahead.

"Didn't I say she's in the city?"

"Yeah."

"Surprisingly. She got her own home."

Eijiro side glances at him after he what he heard. "We're you able to track her house?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me."

“Good morning, class.”

Friday finally arrive. That means tomorrow, Y/n can finally rest.

“Good morning, Miss Y/n.”

But deep inside Y/n, no matter how tiring her job is, she loves children. Maybe it's because of a quirk? Pft. Of course not. Was it? Seeing the children smile after she mends their booboos away makes her feel warm. So maybe it was indeed her quirk.

“Alright everybody, today we’ll do arts!” Miss Y/n smiled cheerfully.

A loud cheer of small voices engulfed the room.

“Be quiet everyone.” Miss Y/n spoke up clapping her hands to settle the children down. “Take out the art materials that I advised you to bring. If someone needs more art materials, come to my table, okay?”

“Yes, Miss Y/n!”

“Okay! Draw your favorite hero and you will show it to everyone.” Miss Y/n said.

She was about to make her way to her table when suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the other side of the room alerting Miss Y/n. The children began crying due to being frightened.

“Everyone, please evacuate the premises. Everyone, please evacuate immediately.”

Y/n’s eyes widen. What is an attack? No. This is not the right time to think about it. She needs to take the children outside. Then another loud crash was heard.

Then a laugh.

Terror and fright were getting ahead of her. She couldn't think straight. Seeing the children crying around her makes her heart clench.

Think.

Y/n let her eyes roam around her classroom. There must’ve been something she can use.

Think.

Her eyes suddenly focused on the windows. So without any reluctance, she rushed towards it opening it wide enough for the children to fit.

“Children. Come to teacher, we need to leave.” Miss Y/n said as gently as she could say. “Everything will be okay. The heroes will arrive. They will save us.”

One by one, she held the children and pass them through the classroom window with another teacher outside waiting for the children. But her eyes went wide when she was missing one.

Kazui.

“Kazui!” She shouted. “Where are you, come here, baby!”

“Miss Y/n. You need to get out!”

“No no! I’m missing one student.”

Y/n was now panicking. Her eyes were scanning the classroom repeatedly. He was nowhere.

“Kazui, baby!”

Then another crash was heard. But this time, it was the classroom door she was in.

She yelped in terror and surprise.

“Miss Y/n.”

Miss Y/n turned her head to her left. There she saw Kazui hiding under her table.

“Kazui!” Instantly she took him in her arms protecting him. “It's okay. Don't cry.” She needs to be strong for him. She needs to protect him. Y/n was frightened as he is but right at this moment, she was willing to give her life to protect Kazui.

“Isn't that the number 2 hero’s son? Well well, ain't I lucky?”

“Ugh. This is so boring!” Eijiro complained as he walk to the pavement with his buddy.

“That just means the crime rate was decreasing, idiot. Be glad.” Katsuki crosses his arms saying this.

“Oh yeah-

Their communicator suddenly started making a buzzing noise. Someone’s trying to communicate.

“Dynamight! The daycare from ***** is under attack!”

“Shit!!”

Not letting the person on the other line finish, Katsuki blasts his way to where the daycare.

Kazui was all he can think of. He can't lose him.

“Back off!” Y/n yelled at the villain while carrying the crying Kazui in her arms.

“Ya know. You can just show me where the money is. Every money in this establishment then will be all over. You’ll save the heroes from work.” the villain smirked.

“As if I’d tell you! Heroes will come here and they will arrest you!”

Where was this courage coming from?

“Suit yourself,” The villain suddenly launched itself into her but Y/n was quick to dodge and move away. Although, that movement made her catch her breath.

“Aha. You’re fast.” The villain smirked evilly as they slowly pull a knife out of where.

Y/n watches in fear. She doesn't know what to do.

“Oy? Where's that brave face you were wearing? Although I have to say, that look suits you more.” After what the villain said, they once again launched themselves at Y/n.

Y/n manages to run away though. Why hasn't she thought of running away before?

“Miss Y/n I’m scared!!” Kazui cried out loud.

“I know baby, but we’ll be safe. Your papa will protect us!” You said between breaths.

“Where do you think you're going, doll!?” The villain suddenly appeared behind her.

“Papa!” Kazui cried.

Her lungs felt like burning. She's starting to lack oxygen due to running. But she needs to keep both of them safe. She needs to protect Kazui.

All of a sudden she felt immense pain in her back and it made her slow down.

“Miss Y/n!!”

Was all she heard when she felt another. But this time, she knelt, still holding Kazui tightly in her arms.

You were now panting. Every breath you take hurts you.

“Miss Y/n, no!” Kazui was still crying. He slightly pulls himself away from you to look at you.

You were hurt.

“Miss Y/n heal yourself like what you did to Papa and Uncle Kiri!” Kazui cried as he held your face with his small hands.

“Not so tough now, aren't you?” the Villain sneered watching them. “If only you gave me what I want-

“You! Villain! Just wait until Papa came here!” Kazui cried staring angrily at the villain.

“So I was right. You are indeed the no. 2 son!” The villain laughed. “Where was he now though?”

Kazui was sobbing. He shifted his eyes back to you when you suddenly tried to stand up.

You were facing the villain now. You kept Kazui behind you as you stare at the villain. “I will n-never give you want you to want.” You manage to say.

“Come on now. Less the hassle. But eh. It's not like you can fight me. I can just end you right here.” With that, knives were thrown and stabbed right at your shoulder, stomach, and legs.

Everything hurts. Y/n couldn't believe her life will end like this. She always thought she’ll grow old and just die peacefully. Her thoughts are slowly slipping away. Her vision was darkening and her body was numb. She couldn't feel anything.

Y/n’s body just fell on the floor.

“Maybe I wouldn't mind touching you while this kid watches us, eh?”

“Don’t fucking touch my wife.”

Took me a while to do part 8. I'm sorry!

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w2soneshots · 10 months ago

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Frogs -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: none.

summary: you go to support Harry at his go cart race.

notes: this is surprisingly accurate since I did a bunch of research😭. Enjoy!

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y/username: come on boys!🐸🤍 @wrotoshaw @theburntchip @calfreezy @willne @chrismd10

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calfreezy: 🐸🐸🐸

user29193406: where's ethan??

-> behzingagram: on the track?😂

y/nfanpage21: she came to support, so cute🩷

user184729454: bought them donuts. wife material👌

Today Harry's participating in a 24 hour go-kart race, at Buckmore park. He left early this morning to arrive at 10:30, they do an hour and a half practice then the race officially begins at 2:30. I took a shower, did my makeup and hair then got dressed into some beige linen pants, a grey tank top and my black converse. I left our apartment at around 2, picked up some glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the way then after a two hour drive I arrived and parked my car. I immediately walked into to building and signed in at the front desk. Then the woman sent me up to the room they were in and I thanked her.

"Hey, I've got doughnuts!" I said as I walked into the room. Harry quickly shot up from his place on the couch, and shot me a blooming smile. I smiled back. I placed the box onto the table in the middle of the room and the boys quickly dug in. While they were busy Harry pulled me into a tight hug "thank you for coming." he said into my ear so only I could hear. I pulled away "wouldn't miss it for the world." I replied. Last year I hadn't been able to attend because I was in another country for a PLT shoot, so I made sure I'd be here this time. Chip was currently on the track and Harry would be up next. His knee shook as he impatiently sat on the couch, I quickly placed my hand on his knee and it stopped shaking. I moved my head so my mouth was right by his ear "you'll be fine." I whispered. He looked to me and nodded lightly. One of Harry's biggest fears has always been letting people down, especially his friends.

After around half and hour Harry was called on. "Good luck!" I said and quickly pecked his lips before he slid his helmet on. I looked down at my watch, 4:52. I watched as Chip got out of the cart, Harry quickly jumped in and he was off. I ran up the stairs and they clanked underneath me. I stood from the view point and watched, took a quick photo as Harry came around a corner then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Calfreezy. "Here," he passed me a the headset he had just had on his head "you can talk to him through this." I smiled, said a quick "thank you." then quickly placed them on my head. "Harry?" I said, checking if he could hear me. I heard a quiet sigh "y/n." he said sounding relieved. "Hey," I said softly "you're doing really good."

I continued to talk to him inside, sat on the sofa. I told him which laps were good and which were bad. Then Freezy took over again. After three and a half hours on the track he was finally finished. Ethan got in. I was already stood by the gate waiting next to Chip and Freezy. He pulled the helmet off his head and a smile spread across my face. "We're fourteenth!" Chip announced cheerfully. A wave of relief washed over Harry's face as he brought me into a hug and when the boys turned he quickly pressed a kiss to my lips. "I told you you'd be fine." I said.

Before I walked back into the room with Harry I took a video of Ethan on the track, for Faith. It was late by the time we sat down and I had to leave, since I had a long drive home. "Good luck, love you." I said quietly to Harry before I left. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back "Love you too." he whispered. I smiled then left.

I got home at around 11, immediately stripped off my clothes and fell into bed. The next morning I woke up to a message from Harry (sent at 1am), it was a picture of him sat completely alone with the headset on. I smiled, I'm glad he didn't leave whoever was on the track alone, while everyone else slept. "How's it going??x" I asked him through text. He replied a few minutes later "not great😂". I face planted.

I was sat watching the official livestream of the event, there's only 20 minutes left. They sent Callux on and it's actually comical. They ended up finishing 16th (at least they aren't last). I immediately got a call from Harry: "we finished 16th!" He shouted through the phone with a laugh. "I know!" I replied also laughing. He was sopping wet since it was poring it down. "I have to go, see you soon!" he said the declined.

He got home a few hours later and practically fell through the door, he looked exhausted. "I'm so proud of you." I said looking up at him with a fond smile.

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aymam22 · 3 months ago

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Hello, I am Ayman Essam Saeed Shata, 24 years old, and I have a family of 11 people. My father, who is 55 years old and suffers from health problems and chronic diseases, and my mother, and my brother Raed, who lost his source of livelihood and became unemployed because of this damned war, and his wife. They have two daughters, Rose, who is 3 years old, and Eileen, who is 10 months old. She was born at the beginning of the war. In light of difficult, tragic circumstances, with the lack of children’s supplies, such as milk, necessary cleaning materials, clothes, and many other things that the child, Eileen, and her sister, Rose, need,My brother Ahmed also lost his job and has no source of income. His wife and their three-year-old daughter Dana are also here. My sister and brother are also here.

From Rafah city in the southern Gaza Strip. I was living a quiet life until October 7th, and our quiet life turned into hell. We fled and came as displaced persons to tents on the shore of Khan Younis, and now we are suffering from everything bad, especially income, as we have no source of income, and my house was completely destroyed by the occupation's bombing, so we have no home or shelter left.

I am Ayman, and I suffer from a health problem due to an accident I was involved in before the war. The accident caused an injury to my right leg, including a platinum device called a laser implanted in my leg due to the fractures resulting from the accident I was involved in. After that,

Medical tests I still need surgery and I need to travel abroad because of the difficulty of the operation and the lack of medical capabilities in Gaza

I cannot get treatment abroad because of the financial cost of the operation; and my condition is getting worse because of the lack of medical services in our hospitals.

I hope you can help me and our life can go on normally and we can be in a safe place.

I hope you will help me with the costs of my leg surgery due to the accident so that I can return to my normal life thanks to you. We need your help to rebuild our house that was completely destroyed by the occupation so that we will not be left without a home.

Your help and support will change the life of an entire family and will help Ayman recover from his injury.

I urge you to join us in this act of compassion and generosity. Your contribution, no matter how small, will have a powerful impact on the life of Ayman, his family, and the lives of those they will influence in the future. Thank you for your kindness and compassion. Let us create a world where everyone has the opportunity to pursue their dreams and live a life of dignity and purpose. Sincerely, Ayman Shata

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#gaza #gofundme #nostalgia #60s #vintage #artists on tumblr #mabel pines #bill cipher #logan howlett #deadpool and wolverine

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lua-magic · 11 months ago

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Intresting Astrology facts (Vedic Astrology)

Twelfth House Venus is exalted, but do you know why?

TWELFTH House is the house of giving and charity.

Ketu is giver, hence, exalted in twelfth house

Venus is known as enemy of ketu then why both these planets exalts in twelfth house?

Because, Venus twelfth house (Untill it is not in sign of Saturn ie, 10 and 11) knows how to give

Venus exaltation in the house of Jupiter that is twelfth house, shows the more you spend your money spiritually ie to help others, your Venus will improve.

So, basic rule of universe is what you give more to others you will get it, so if you want to improve your twelfth house, which is house of bed pleasure, foreign travel, investments, sleep, learn to give others, your twelfth house will improve..

Venus Ketu conjunction is always seen as negative combination, but it is one of the most spiritual combination, only if you see money as spiritual wealth and not Material wealth.

Ketu is spiritual planet, and detachment, be detached from money, spend your money first to help, ketu will bless you.

If you have Venus ketu conjunction and you get influenced easily when you see other's money you are triggering your ketu and ketu will become negative. Always be grateful for your money, and see it spiritually, more spiritual you become regards to money matters more ketu bless you, so whenever you spend your money, bless your money.

Arigato” is Japanese for “Thank you”. It describes the inflow and outflow of cash as a necessary circulation in our life.

What is this technique?( This technique is exclusively for Venus ketu conjunction.)

The technique is extremely simple. Whenever you have an inflow of money, you accept with love and gratitude no matter how small or big the amount is. And you do the same while spending money, that is, spending money with an open heart and gratefulness. The appreciation for the outflow and inflow of cash is as simple as saying a “Thank you”.

Ketu is also your past life pending karma, so don't be sad when someone takes your money, he/she is just finishing past life debt that you took.

Venus Rahu conjunction should always keep their Rahu good, then you get good money, Rahu is foreign land, import export, thinking big.

But, if you get into lust, illicit relationship, multiple relationship, you will trigger your Rahu and Rahu will act negative.

Rahu in vedic astrology are cleaning workers, one of the best remedy of Rahu is donate to cleaning workers.

Venus Mars conjunction has super attractive body 👁️ 👅.

Venus-Mars conjunction should invest money on fertile agriculture lands or atleast in real-estate, Venus is Money and also sperm, Mars is land, Venus Mars is fertile lands.

Whichever house Venus sits in you will get money when you do work related to house,

First house Venus - Work on yourself, your personality, your identity.

Second house Venus - Work on speech, work with Family, cooking, Astrology.

Third house Venus - Work with siblings, work on your skills, communication.

In male's chart Venus third house gets you wife who has Martian quality, that is fighting skill, she will fight and protect you

Fourth house venus- When ever Venus is conjucted with moon, one best remedy is change your place, your birth place your Venus will improve, fourth house is house, work related to decoration of house is good.

In male's chart Venus moon conjunction attracts females who are good in decorations and cleaning of house.

(Rest of the house I will continue in my next blog.)

Afflicted Venus or debilitated Venus also shows physical or sexual abuse

Venus eighth house if afflicted gives you sexual traumas..

Second house and eighth house Venus are great with Astrology and occult.

Treat Money as spiritual wealth your Venus will improve.

Twelfth house is always what you give.

Eighth house is what you have to let go.

Sixth house is what you fight for.

#spirituality #vedic astrology #astro community #astro observations #astro notes #astrology

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solstices-dreams · 1 month ago

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𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐠 𝐝𝐫.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚��𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫. ᝰ.ᐟ

— 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟎.

Usually I wake up around 8 am. My neighbor Noah is usually out in his backyard by then practicing with his sword. I’ll head over for a bit and sit with him and talk. He’ll occasionally force me to practice with him, no matter how much I refuse. Afterwards I have breakfast with my family. My sister, Mabel, collects eggs from the chickens and my twin brother, Asher, milks the cow. After breakfast I usually go out and water the plants. We have a few flower pots for decor and then raised garden beds that have genuine crops in them. If it’s the weekend I’ll then go over to Noah’s house and we’ll go to the lake. Sometimes he brings his siblings, sometimes I bring mine or we bring our friends/old schoolmates.

If it’s a weekday my father and I take patients from across d-10 and occasionally d-11. Usually we don’t take money as payment but if people offer food or material items we accept. If it’s a Thursday we go into the town and visit patients as well as stock up on groceries.

After seeing patients we return home and I usually sit down to do some of my hobbies which can be crocheting, embroidery, jewelry making, or pottery. A lot of the stuff around my house is homemade and I also sell some of my stuff at the market.

Next I have dinner which is important to my dad and he dubs it a “family thing.” So Asher’s cutting up vegetables and Mabel’s setting the table as Dad cooks or something. Usually my dad or I cook cuz Mabel’s scared of the stove and Asher can’t be trusted around fire in the house.

Then after dinner I gossip with my sister and brother about their days, about Mabel’s crush or Asher’s latest escapade. (he’s a trouble maker.) After I send my letters to my friends in the other districts, journal, or read from my books. I’m excited to see what Panem literature is like and look in my history books! Sometimes I’m packing after dinner because I travel the districts (with the capitol’s permission) to see Finn or Haymitch. Then I get to curl up with my cat and got to sleep!

— 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟎.

Sometimes I visit my extended family which live in the ranching sector and nowhere near the victor’s village. When we visit we tend to visit for a while, typically around the harvest !! We have a massive family (i will make a post, trust.) and we’re very big on family so we have massive dinners together with all the extended family.

My different cousins drag me around and show me new stuff around the houses. And talk my ear off about everything happening with them. It occasionally gets isolating in the victor village.

On some occasions I visit my mentor Brie. We usually have tea and discuss whatever’s on our minds or what’s going on with the other districts. She also has a kid and a wife so we all interact.

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lillaydee · 27 days ago

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The Arrangement Part 11

Frontier! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 10

WARNING - POSSIBLE NON-SMUTTING SMUT COMING UP.

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Joel stared at you for a while, asking you if you were sure. His breathing immediately changed when you shyly nodded, biting your lower lip. It’s okay, you told him. We can learn together. He lowered his body and hugged you tight, being careful not to squish you.

“I’m terrified that I might hurt you again,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can put you through that again.”

You coaxed him into lifting his head, rubbing your nose to his, telling him that you promised you would tell him if he hurt you this time.

“You promise?”

“I do.”

“I love you, darling.”

“Love you too… please, husband, kiss me. I miss my husband’s lips.”

He kissed you, slow and deliberate, determined to take his time. He wanted to feel you, savour you, make you feel good. His hands began roaming about your body, slowly caressing every inch of you that he could reach. He kept at it until you were writhing for more, leaving your lips, kissing you tenderly all over your face, telling you over and over that he loved you, that he’s sorry, that he couldn’t live without you, whispering how beautiful you were, how lucky he was to have you as his wife. He trailed his kisses to your cheek, onto your ear, tracing it with his tongue, listening to your breathing change, softly smiling, aware that he was already doing better than he did before.

He traced the soft outlines of your jaw with his own, his scruff leaving a delicious trail on your skin, before going lower to your neck, placing open mouthed kisses as he went, feeling your hands caressing his back, your mouth opened, your eyes trying so hard to stay open to watch him go lower down your body.

His hands unbuttoned your dress, where his clumsy, massive fingers had trouble with dealing with some of the more delicate, decorative ones, before he looked at you pleadingly, asking for help. You laughed, undoing the buttons yourself. Your hands were barely finished with the final button when he ripped the front of your dress apart, revealing your camisole and drawers to him. He sat between your legs, taking in what he saw, the materials nowhere near thick enough to hide what was underneath.

You sat up, taking your hands out of the sleeves of your dress, lifting your body slightly to pull the dress out from under you. He had gone still, his eyes roving over your naked shoulders, your neckline, your bare arms, your almost exposed chest… You hesitated at first, but your hands slowly went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. You got closer to him, trailing your fingers over his lips, lightly going lower and lower over his chin, his neck, his strong chest, down to his stomach, where your trail was obstructed by his trousers, where something was tenting it. You made to untie his trousers, your hand brushing against his hard member, and he stopped you, his breath ragged, his eyes closed, shaking his head, telling you not yet.

He toyed with the hem of your camisole, his eyes darting up to yours, seeking permission to take it off. You lowered you gaze, took a deep breath, and lifted it off your head yourself, and you heard his breathing noticeably stopped.

He was openly staring at your chest, eyes wide, pupils black, mouth open, jaw slack, looking like he could salivate at any moment. He was frozen, though. You suddenly got self-conscious, your hand shooting up across your chest. His hands shot up, taking your hand off, placing it at your side, before travelling back up to touch your breasts gently, his breathing had resumed, harder than before. He toyed with the underside, before his thumbs grazed your nipples, causing your eyes to close, your breath hitching.

His eyes shot up to yours, a small smile gracing his lips from your reaction. He leaned over and kissed you, slowly setting you back down on the mattress, one hand on your cheek, the other remaining on your breast, toying with your nipple, and when he accidentally flicked it, you responded with an involuntary moan.

His lips quickly left yours, lowering down to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, and your body surged upwards, your hand going to the back of his head. His left hand toyed with your left breast, plucking at your nipple, while his mouth and tongue worked together, doing unthinkable, delicious things to your right one, before switching over to your left, his right hand immediately taking over what his mouth had just left behind.

He was making you feel so good, oh, so good. But it was still not enough. Your body had trouble staying still, his dalliances left the rest of your body not covered by his warm mouth or hands shivering. His hips began rocking into yours, brushing against your lower region, making you swoon. You rocked your hips back up to him, and the pressure of his hardness between your legs left you light headed.

He groaned, pulling back to crush his lips against yours, hands all over your body, pulling you so close to him you could hardly breathe.

Were you breathing? Did you say something? Did he say something?

Huh?

“I asked if you liked that, darling, but I think I know the answer.”

There was a smirk on his face, looking so happy he made you feel good.

“Please don’t stop. Please…”

He kissed you again, before going lower down your body, licking every inch of your skin all the way down to your belly button, before sitting back up, his hands untying your drawers, before placing them on your waistband, looking up at you, asking you if he could please, please, take it off.

You lifted your hips, and he carefully, slowly, slipped the material off you, his eyes landing immediately between your legs. You closed your legs, earning you a groan from him, his chin fell onto your knees, arms hugging them, his eyes begging, pleading with you to open them back up. Please, darling. Let me see you.

You had no idea what came over you. But you pouted and shook your head, your eyes cheeky. You first, you said, a sly smile on your face. He huffed a small laugh, before getting off the bed, and hesitantly, slowly, lowering his trousers, letting it fall onto the floor. He stepped out of them, his eyes on you, his nerves and insecurity clearly showing.

Oh my.

It’s no wonder you were in so much pain.

You sat up, hands immediately taking his thighs, pulling him closer to you. You stared at this beautiful, magnificent piece of equipment he had been hiding from you, and with much curiosity, you lifted your hand, and lightly traced the length of it with your finger.

His body jerked backwards, hissing at your touch, his eyes closed, his member twitching, as if having a life of its own. Your hands shot out and grabbed his thighs again, eyes pleading at him to come back closer, and he did, albeit with much reluctance. You retraced the strong, visible vein that you saw, his hands going up to clutch his own hair, his chest heaving, his breath sounding like he was in danger of exploding. You kept going, until you reached his balls, at which point he pulled your hand away, his breath sounding as if he had just ran uphill, telling you that you needed to stop.

“Why? Am I hurting you?”

“God, no. It felt too good, darling. I want to make you feel good before I finish.”

“You did.”

“No, darling. I’m not done.”

There was such promise in his eyes, you decided to give in. He kissed you again, pushing you gently back down, before putting his hands on your knees, gently prying it open for him. Please open your legs darling, let me see.

You parted your legs a little bit, and he sat cross legged right up to you, placing your legs above his knees, hanging off his lap. He stared at your lady, seemingly awestruck by what he saw, his rough, calloused, hardworking hands caressing your thighs. He looked at you, realizing that you had your hands bunched up together on your tummy, eyes averted from his own. He took your hands in his, gently prying them apart, asking you to please look at him. Please, Darling, I need to see your beautiful face to know if I’m hurting you, alright?

You nodded, your nerves showing. He asked if he could please touch you. You nodded, prepared to close your legs, too nervous and embarrassed for words. He kissed your hands, telling you that you are beautiful. All of you, Darling. She’s beautiful. Just like you.

And with that, he wet his fingers with his mouth and placed them on your lady.

Oh.

Your legs involuntarily jerked.

His eyes darted towards yours, checking on you, to see of you were alright.

He moved his fingers slightly.

Oh, my.

Your legs seemed to have a habit of jerking today. Perhaps the ailment you had felt before, the one where your legs felt weak when watching him bathe was back?

He moved his fingers lower, and you gasped a little, your hips twitching. He then moved back to where he originally was, moving his fingers gently in small circles, just ghosting off your pleasure point, causing your breath to hitch.

“Am I hurting you darling?”

You could only shake your head, your eyes having trouble staying open.

He continued what he was doing, more pressure this time, and your hands clutched the sheets on his bed. His fingers continued circling, a lazy movement, making you lose all sense of senses and time of day. He kept at it, going lower every few minutes, before continuing, faster, tighter, as your breath got shorter, raspier, harder.

Something was happening. The ailment you felt before, it’s not only back, it’s vengeful… oh no, or dear Lord, oh God, what was happening to you? Your heart was beating far too fast, your breath in short bursts. You must be dying. This was it. You were going to die. You were sure of it. And yet, you were not afraid, looking forward to it, in fact. Something was telling you to bear it, you were climbing, higher, higher, higher. What you were climbing exactly, you didn’t know. But this climb felt so good. Your chest was heaving, your breath loud, your throat dry, your head empty, and suddenly, your body seized, your mouth open, a silent scream that only you could hear filling your ears, your head shot back on your pillow, eyes shut tight, as bursts of pleasure shot through your entire body, beginning at your core, where your husband’s fingers were working their wonders on you, travelling all the way to the ends of your limbs, all over every surface of your skin, before going up to your head, releasing itself through the roots of your hair.

When the world had righted itself again, you opened your eyes, your sight spotty, your ears ringing, to see your husband sitting between your legs, the most elated look on his face, his free hand rubbing your tummy, his dominant hand rubbing your lady lightly, causing you to jerk away from him.

“Joel…”

“Did you like it, darling?”

You couldn’t answer. But he took your wide smile and flushed body as a yes, happiness clearly written all over his face. He looked at his hand, now wet from your lady’s celebration, his smile disappearing, his hand lifted to his mouth, before he slowly tasted your dripping juices off it.

“Joel, no!”

It was like he couldn’t hear you. His eyes were shut, savouring what he was tasting, a moan escaping him, before he opened his eyes, dark with need, and lowered himself between your legs, hugging your thighs tightly to his shoulders.

Oh dear God. What was he doing?

You felt something touching your lady, slowly, tentatively. You got up on your elbows to see. Both his hands were visible to you, tightly holding your thighs in place. His eyes visible to you, from between your legs. But… if his hands were right there… what was doing this delicious…

Oh…

His beautiful face was pressed almost right up to your lady.

Oh, dear Lord. How obscene.

Before you could say anything, he took a deep breath, his eyes closing in ecstasy, before his tongue continued what his fingers started.

He feasted on you, his tongue playing with your pleasure centre, a hungry growl escaping his throat as he devoured your lady, tearing you apart layer by layer, making you cry out, babbling some nonsensical mumbo jumbo that could rival Ellie’s yammering, your legs were shaking, your hips lifting, seeking more from him. You felt yourself begin to climb, when suddenly, you felt his fingers join his mouth, gently, slowly, probing your entrance, before pushing in.

His name, Joel, was a simple name. Four letters. And even then, the E was silent. So really, his name only required three letters to pronounce, one single syllable. Up until now, you had no idea that saying his name, that simple, single-syllabled, three lettered name, would be such an impossibility.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t say his name. Hell, you couldn’t remember your own name. The sounds this man was pulling out of you were those you had never thought you could ever make before. You could feel him moving his fingers in and out of you, his tongue moving faster and faster, before you felt his fingers stretching you, making you scramble for purchase of anything within reach, breathing no longer possible, and before you knew it, you were grasping at his hair, your body lifting, your back arched, as the climb peaked, faster, harder, stronger than before, leaving your body trembling and tingling, your ears ringing, and before you could even make sense of what was going on, he was back on top of you, kissing you with such fervour he left your mind empty except for thoughts of him.

He looked deep into your eyes, asking you if you were ready for him. You pulled him back down for a kiss, your legs opened wide for him, your hand searching, grasping his member, causing him to stiffen and moan into your mouth, before finally, slowly, he breached your entrance.

It stung, but it was nothing like before. You welcomed the sting. He kept asking you if he was hurting you, and you kept kissing him, pulling his hips closer and closer to you every single time he pulled back. When he was finally fully in, he asked you again if you were alright, his body stiff from trying to control himself. You pulled him down to you again, asking him to just hold you close, relax, husband, I’m alright. You made me feel so good. I love you so much.

He immediately relaxed, telling you he loved you too, before kissing you again, slowly moving in and out of you, his moans turning into whimpers, telling you that you felt so good, you make me feel so good darling, I love you so much. His movements didn’t last long, he was much too overwhelmed, and before long, he stiffened on top of you, kissing you like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do, hugging you close, whimpering and whining and grunting into your mouth, before rolling over, taking you with him.

The two of you just laid there, silence in the room, except for your heavy breathing.

When the heavy breathing stopped, it was as if he had been in a trance before, and now he was woken up. He quickly sat up, checking your body for any signs that might have suggested he had caused you pain, panic in his eyes.

You had to assure him that he did not, in fact hurt you that day. That he did make you feel so good, twice. That you were so in love with him. That you did forgive him, that you never want to go for weeks without touching or kissing him again.

You pulled him back down, letting him rest his head on your chest, kissing the top of his head, playing with his hair, until you heard a soft snore escaping him, and you fell asleep with him, a huge smile on your face.

You belonged to the first group of ladies, after all.

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Joel woke up not an hour later feeling lazy, sated and comforted. He carefully extracted himself from your arms, laid himself next to you, facing you, and watched you sleep.

He did it. He made you feel good and he didn’t hurt you. His chest puffed up a bit at the thought. The sounds you were making, the way your body moved, was so much better than anything he had ever imagined. He knew he helped you finish. Twice. He only wished he could’ve given you another.

The way he felt, knowing you felt that good because of him, made him feel like he was on top of the world. And the way he felt when he was inside you… he didn’t think anything could top the feeling he felt that frightful night, a feeling that, despite the pain it caused you, was so good his brain left his body. But today… this was different. Your moans and whimpers, your soft lips, your body moulded onto his, oh… this must be heaven. A heaven that he intended to revisit again and again.

He watched your sleeping face, unable to imagine waking up to an empty bed ever again. His heart felt so full he wanted to scream with joy, let everyone know how lucky he was to have you in his life. He was so in love with you the thought of not having you around anymore made his heart ache, like it wanted to give up. He meant what he said to you. His heart beat for you.

He couldn’t help himself from caressing your soft cheek. You moaned a little, and slowly opened your eyes, immediately blessing him with a shy smile at the memory of what just happened.

He was contemplating something in his mind, and like the wizard that you were, you could see it. You asked him what he was thinking about. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple.

“I’m thinking… I like having you here in my bed. I’m thinking… maybe it’s time Ellie has her own room… so I can hold her Mama close when I sleep.”

You laughed, calling him a greedy man. He has to share you with Ellie, she needed you. He responded by holding you tighter, telling you he needed you too. And if that made him a greedy man, so be it.

His tummy rumbled. You gave him a kiss and immediately got up, taking your dress off the floor to go make him something to eat. It’s almost dinner time, you told him, as he held your hand, not wanting you to go. And maybe we should go get Ellie.

“Nope,” he said, getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you close, pressing his face to your naked tummy, breathing your scent in deeply, hugging you tight as if you would float away if he let go. “She’ll be fine with Liv and Will. I’m having you all to myself tonight.”

You had to pry yourself off him when his tummy rumbled again, telling him he needed to let you go so you could make him something to eat. You needed to wash before that. You’re all sticky. So was he.

He followed you into the living room, where he proceeded to wash you right there in the kitchen, immediately kissing every single part he had just wiped clean. When he got to washing your lady, he gave up on the cleaning altogether and proceeded to carry you back into bed, telling you he could just eat bread tonight, before taking you again and again, making up for lost time.

The two of you ended up eating in bed, your body hugging his, your legs across his lap, feeding plain ol’ bread and cheese to one another, kissing each other in between bites.

Unfortunately, story time was cancelled for the night. But you definitely did not hear him complain.

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You and the ladies were headed to town the next day, Ellie strapped to your chest. You sent Joel two jars of water, telling him you might be a bit late back, urgent business in town. He nodded, pulling you in for a kiss, which lingered a bit too long, earning him some cheeky remarks from his brothers. He let you go with a blush on his neck, his hand immediately rising up to rub it off. He kissed Ellie on the cheeks, before giving you another one for good measure, telling you he loved you, standing where he was until you and the ladies disappeared from his sight.

Just as Joel got teased for the happenings of yesterday, you were not immune either. The ladies had heard what happened from their husbands, and you had to endure your sisters’ teasing too. They were happy for you, telling you that there was nothing you couldn’t come to them for, should you face any problems. We are sisters now, Liv said, family, we look out for one another. And, you know, they say that if you have knowledge, you should impart it to your sisters, Diana said, winking at you. Sharing is caring after all.

That got everyone laughing like crazy, even Ellie was laughing. Clever girl.

It was then you realized, you have a family here. You were not alone. Not anymore.

The five Miller ladies arrived in town to what could only be described as a stand-off. A dishevelled looking Esther was standing in the middle of the street, two very angry looking ladies facing her, throwing profanities so bad her way that you had to put your hands over Ellie’s ears. Much as the Miller ladies wanted to mind your own business, all of you couldn’t help but watch. Hell, the entire town was, why shouldn’t you?

Tess waved all of you over, even she was standing there, watching her mother be confronted by these ladies.

“The wives of the registrar and the bank officer,” Tess told all of you. “Apparently, my mother has been very busy.”

Ah… that’s how she found out Ellie wasn’t yours, and that’s why she called Joel well-off. She had inside information.

How ironic, the way she kept badmouthing Rose, only for her to do it herself.

A band of men rode into town from the far end of the street. Esther’s attention was distracted, and upon seeing the men, she panicked, and immediately ran off, leaving the two angry ladies screaming at her fast-disappearing figure. Tess looked at the approaching men, took a deep breath, and asked if you ladies had time for a quick snack with her? No worries, she said, she had a feeling her mother won’t be bothering you ever again.

All of you entered the tavern, where Max was bartending, just as the men rode past, chasing after Esther. He quickly greeted everyone, Tess introducing him to Liv and Diana, who very excitedly said hello to this man who made Tess so happy.

Turned out, Esther had a gambling problem. Those men, who passed by the town every now and again, had won big against her, and she promised them she would pay the next time they were in town, which happened to be today. The income from the tavern used to go missing, Tess said, and when she figured out what was happening, Tess opened a bank account in her own name, depositing the daily earnings in it to stop Esther from gambling it all away. Tess basically took over, paying her mother a stipend for working there. It was her father’s tavern, after all.

Tess figured that Esther started sleeping with the bank officer to gain access to her account, but the man, as horny as he was, didn’t actually have the authority to do that. She figured that’s why Esther was so persistent on marrying Tess off to Joel. It had always been money oriented. At first, he was just some good-looking man with seed money for building a new house, but when she found out he was married, she was going to give that dream up. Until she found out about the money he had deposited into his and his new wife’s bank account. She was just looking for someone to give her the money to pay off her debts.

“But… the way those men rode after her just then, I have a feeling we won’t be seeing much of her any time soon,” Tess said.

And Tess turned out to be right. She woke up the next day to her mother’s possessions gone from her room. Rumour had it she was last seen leaving Jackson on a wagon train, off to bring her contemptuous heart and less than charming personality to become someone else’s problem.

Tess then asked if everything was alright with Joel. The ladies began snickering, and Tess quickly sent Max away, leaning on the table to hear more, a sly, teasing smile on her face. She was happy for you and Joel and was even happier when Maria told her that the Miller men had agreed to help Max on his build.

Tess then said she’s feeling generous today, come back after your shopping and she will send you home with a delicious meal. Tommy’s birthday dinner was about to have some delicious food on the table.

**********

Rose was sitting at her desk in her foyer of the establishment, looking at receipts from the night before, when the front doors slammed shut, followed by the sounds of the bolts being locked in. She looked up, panic filling her chest when she saw who it was, standing just on the inside of the now locked front door, a basket in hand, a stern look on her face.

You.

Your eyes locked on hers as you took steady, confident steps towards her.

“Elena,” she stuttered, standing up, “You need to know your husband did nothing wrong. He never touched me, nor I, him. Please, you have to believe me.”

“Do I look stupid to you?”

“Elena, I swear on my life, on my girls’ lives, he never touched me.”

“But you touched him.”

For someone so soft spoken and average sized, you could definitely command the room and make Rose feel like a child.

“What? No, I didn’t! He sat right there,” her panicked, flailing hand pointing at the chair opposite her desk, “and I sat right here,” placing her hand on the chair she had just vacated, patting it unnecessarily several times, trying to convince you. “Look, look,” she took a piece of paper from under her desk, placing it face side up so you could see. “I drew him the female parts, showed him where things were, told him how he could… make things feel good… that’s all. Our clothes stayed on. No touching!”

You glanced at the paper and did a double take. Oh wow. That’s… wow… huh… Rose could draw. There was no question in your mind that she knew the lady part on a very intimate level.

Wait, snap out of it. You came here for a reason.

“You kissed him, Rose, out on the streets, for everyone to see.”

Realization dawned on Rose’s face.

“Oh… that… right. I’m sorry about that, Elena. I didn’t mean to, exactly. It’s just, he was so flustered and shy and nervous, he was shaking the entire time I spoke to him. He could hardly look at the drawing without blushing. I guess, I did that to calm him down. It was just a quick peck on his cheek. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

You advanced on her, your steps slow, deliberate. You could see her visibly swallow, torn between running away or surrendering herself to her fate, quite aware that she had crossed a line, albeit without meaning any harm. You stopped two inches from her, staring her right in the eyes. She didn’t have the courage to look away, nervousness clear on her beautiful face.

“If you ever place your lips anywhere near my husband’s person again, Rose, I will rip all your skin off and use it to make purses, do you understand?”

She was stunned. Fear clearly written across her face.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes! Yes, yes. Of course. Yes.”

“Good. Now, stand here,” you pointed to the open space just behind you, placing your basket on her desk.

“Elena, what are you going to do to me?”

Your eyes snapped at her so fast she immediately took her place at the spot you pointed at.

“Stand straight, arms out.”

“Why…”

“JUST. DO IT!”

Her body immediately went straight, arms shot out to her sides. You went to your basket, your hand reached in and with much drama, pulled out… a measuring rope.

Rose flinched, her hands covering her face, her body rolled back to avoid whatever imaginary thing she had thought you were going to throw at her. But when nothing came, she peeked through her fingers, looking at you questioningly.

“Stand straight, as you did just now. I need to measure you,” your face now relaxed, a small teasing smile on your lips, walking towards her, all intimidation a thing of the past.

“Why?”

“I’m making you a dress, as a… thank you. You know, for… imparting your… expertise... to my husband.” There was honesty and earnestness in your eyes.

She visibly relaxed, releasing a long-held breath. “You don’t have to do this, he fixed some things around here for free as payment.”

“I want to. Please hold your hands out.”

She crossed her arms instead. “So… did he… perform well?”

You failed miserably at hiding your blushing smile. “You are a very good teacher.”

She laughed with joy, clasping her hands together, a small jump accompanying it, her face looking proud and touched at the same time. “Good to know.” She genuinely looked happy for you. “You know, as badly as people want to see women like me, I have never actually deliberately wrecked a marriage. I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“I know.”

“And your husband is so in love with you. He wouldn’t have asked me if he wasn’t. He’s the first man to actually ask me to teach him something, made me feel as if my profession has its benefits after all. In my books, Joel Miller is an honourable, upstanding man, you’re lucky to have him as your husband.”

“I know.”

She looked at you for a while, contemplating, “You’re really making me a dress? I wanted to order one, but I heard the waiting list is months long.”

“I’m really making you a dress. Right away. No waiting. We go to the material store right after I take your measurements. My treat.”

“You know,” she said, a cheeky smile on her face, “If you throw in a bonnet to go with that dress, I may have something to teach you, as well.”

You didn’t have to think. Your hands immediately wrapped the measuring rope around her head to get its circumference.

“Deal.”

And that was how Joel Miller found himself losing his mind, pressed up against his front door that night, trousers down around his shaking legs, breath ragged, one of his hands scrambling for purchase on the wooden surface so hard he was in danger of losing a couple of nails, his other one knuckled up, his teeth biting hard into it, worried that he might wake his BabyGirl with the screams that were threatening to escape him, his beautiful, devoted, beloved wife down on her knees in front of him, showing him what she learnt that day.

If he dies today, Joel Miller will die a happy man.

After she milked him dry, he stood there, weak in the knees, face disbelieving, breath heavy, looking down at his wife’s proud, elated face.

“Did you like it?” she asked him shyly.

Did he like it? Dear Lord, this woman was insane to even ask that question.

He responded by picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, carrying a squealing wife into their now shared bedroom, placing her on the bed, telling her it was his turn.

**********

Two years later, Ellie was toddling along, her Uncle Benny holding her hand on one side, her cousin Marcus on the other. Her Uncle Will was trying to keep her cousins Daniel and Lucy from scaring the chickens. Uncle Tommy was sitting with her Papa.

Joel had his head in his hands, fingers grasping his own hair. He was scared, which, in retrospect, was extremely silly. He was in a war. He watched his buddies get shot, and died right in front of him, heard bullets whizzing past his head, and still, this was the most scared he had ever been in his life.

Your piercing scream filled the air. Joel stood up, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to go to you. Tommy stopped him, telling him there was nothing he could do. Let the ladies do their job, the midwife was here, you would be fine.

Joel paced pack and forth in front of his house, his heart beating fast. His wife was hurting. He had promised you he would never cause you pain again, and here you were, in so much pain, probably the worst pain known to men, giving birth to his child. His child with you. He couldn’t shake the guilty feeling out of his head. He did this to you.

He stood by and watched as you carried his baby in your belly, getting so sick at the beginning, hardly able to keep anything down, while still trying to take care of him and Ellie. You were stubborn, he had discovered, insisting on doing the work as usual. He had to go to work, he had a job to do, you had told him one morning when he was reluctant to go to another build since you were so sick. The ladies will come help, you told him. Go, husband, I will be fine.

He always came home to a clean house, his daughter healthy, happy, looked after and fed, his meals cooked, his laundry washed, hung and dried, folded neatly and stashed away in the armoire he had built for you. And still, you kept him company, read to him at night, letting him rest his head on your belly, treating him in ways he didn’t think he deserved.

And now, you were trying to push a baby out of your person. His baby. And you had to endure so much pain to do it. If he could take the pain away from you, he would do so in a heartbeat. But right now, he felt helpless, useless.

When you screamed again, he ran into the house, ignoring his brothers’ calls, going straight into the bedroom. The ladies yelled at him, telling him to leave, but he didn’t care. He went to you, got behind you and held you safely in his arms, letting you squeeze the bones out of his fingers, kissing your head over and over, telling you that you were doing so well, you were doing good, you were so strong, he loved you so much.

After what felt like a lifetime of pain, you and your husband were rewarded by the cries of your new baby daughter. Ellie has a sister. Joel never thought he could cry this much from happiness.

That night, after everyone left, you laid in bed with your husband, daughter and newborn, Joel asking Ellie to choose a name for her sister. The two of you were planning to list a few of your favourite girl names for her to choose from. You started with your mother’s name, which, by happenstance, was also Joel’s mother’s name, only spelled differently.

Ellie immediately kissed her baby sister.

“Hi Sarah.”

**********

After Joel had tucked Ellie in, he laid next to you, careful not to hurt you while he held you in his arms, thanking you over and over for Sarah, for Ellie, for all of it. He told you he was sorry you had to go through so much pain, promising you that this would be the only time you would have to go through that, his heart couldn’t take you going through it again.

That was the only promise to you he had ever broken.

Not two years later, he was making the same promise one more time, your son Jake in his arms, kissing you over and over, thanking you for blessing him like this.

Thankfully for you, he never broke that promise again.

Epilogue

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