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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 30

A/N: Oof. This one has all the feels 🥺 Our lil babies are going through it.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Infertility struggles, angsty

Negative

I purse my lips in frustration at the word I see on the pregnancy test in my hands. Beyond the bathroom door of our master suite, I can hear Luca squealing at CoComelon as Kevin, presumably, tries to drown out the madness of the toddler TV show for a few more moments of shut eye. It’s an off day, but his return flight from Arizona was late taking off after last night’s win. I glance at the white door, then focus back on the test.

Shit. I really thought this was it.

Kevin and I have been actively trying to conceive for the last three months. We decided to start trying on his birthday. His celebration in Switzerland included way too much wine, sweetness, and wandering hands from my husband to resist. But so far, we haven’t been successful. It all seemed like it would be so easy. Luca was conceived in one cycle. It never crossed my mind that it wouldn’t be the same with the second. After the first negative test, I shook it off- no big deal. The second negative made me angry. And now this third one just feels like the beginning of a black hole opening up beneath my feet. I don’t know how I’m going to go out there and tell Kevin it’s a no… again.

I gently rest the test back onto the counter and sit on the closed toilet lid. Maybe the test is faulty? I grab the directions, looking for what I should see if the test was inconclusive or defective. After a quick re-read, I know it's not. I grip my hands together and lean forward to stretch out my lower back. While I hang in the stretch, I think about all the things we have been trying. We have been having sex every other day. I’ve lightened my work outs. I’ve tracked ovulation down to the hour with every app and test I can find. This last month, I stopped drinking completely, even while my toddler has descended deeply into the terrible twos.

What gives?

As I sit back up, I feel the frustrated tears building in my eyes. This sucks. I stand, grabbing the test and chucking it into the garbage under the sink. It lands face up so that damn word mocks me and my empty womb. So I reach in and flip it over, then wash my hands. I look at myself in the mirror while I dry off. I look and feel perfectly healthy- glowing skin, bright eyes, and shiny hair from the extra vitamins. Why isn’t any of this working?

I open the bathroom door, causing both my boys to look at me. Luca because he is looking for the snack I promised him before I went in there and Kevin because he wants to know the results. My husband’s eyes are hopeful and expectant on me. I just shake my head in the negative at him and focus on our son.

“Are you ready for some yogurt!?” I ask Luca as I swoop him up into my arms and onto my hip.

“Yuh!” He squeals, bouncing excitedly and reaching towards the door that leads out of our bedroom.

“Sam.” Kevin calls to me from the bed as he sits up. His chest is bare as he scratches at the dark hairs there. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft as he picks up on my obvious mood change.

“Yep!” I exclaim, smooching our son’s soft cheek loudly. I turn and head out of the bedroom without another word to my husband. I don’t have to see Kevin to know his face is dripping with concern.

Luca and I enter the kitchen, feet quietly padding across the wood floor. I place him in his high chair then go to the fridge to grab his yogurt.

“Mmm!” He says, bringing his fingers to his lips to indicate his hunger.

“Yes, I know you’re hungry.” I say to him, watching as he fidgets in the chair. His impatience is growing by the second. So I go to the pantry and grab a few Gerber puffs, shaking them onto his tray to occupy him while I get the rest of his snack ready.

I carefully spoon out the vanilla yogurt into his green, plastic bowl. As I do so, I make a mental note to add yogurt to the list of groceries I am going to order for today. I didn’t get to the store yesterday because Luca was having a rough day. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t reach a stage 5 freak out having to sit in the cart while I shopped. As I reach for the small spoon for our son, Kevin’s hands come to my hips. I resist the urge to pull away, recognizing he’s trying to help.

“Can you talk to me?” He holds me in place against the counter, hips pressing into my butt in a gentle pin.

“No.” I respond immediately.

“Babe, I know you’re disappointed-" He begins. I whirl around, tugging myself out of his grip.

“What did I just say?” I snap. My eyes are filled with fire as I stare back at him. His shoulders deflate in defeat as he grabs Luca’s bowl to bring him the snack. I watch with my fierce gaze fixed on his broad shoulders.

“Mama hat Joghurt für dich gemacht.” Kevin says to Luca in German. “Fressen.” He sets the bowl in front of him, then turns back to look at me across the kitchen. Our eyes meet but I look away, trying to mask my shame with anger.

“When it’s the right time for us… it will happen.” He finally says to me.

I chomp down on my bottom lip. My tears betray me, falling over my lashes and down my cheeks. Kevin hesitantly walks over to me. Our son watches our exchange curiously as he smears white yogurt across his lips. I stare at Luca as Kevin wraps me into his arms, holding me to his bare chest. My tears fall against his warm skin as he runs his fingers though my pony tail.

“I’m not disappointed.” I finally whisper, voice wavering with my tears. “I’m devastated.” The last word comes out as a squeak.

“We haven’t been trying that long, bubba.”

“Compared to Luca we have.”

“Well.. maybe that’s the first lesson here. Our kids won’t be the same and now neither are their creations.”

“Damn, that’s insightful.” I murmur with a slight laugh. Between the tears and speaking my feelings out loud to him, I already feel a bit lighter.

“Please look at me.” I shyly tilt my face up to his. His hands come to my cheeks, wiping at my tears in the way only he is good at. Each swipe of his thumbs soothes the ache in my chest.

“I just want to do this for us.”

“Baby, you already have. And you will again. I feel it. But you gotta relax.” His eyes widen a bit at the way his words come out. He knows that’s risky but he continues. “You being this stressed and having it all down to a science… it’s not working. You need to be loose.”

I know he is right. The last few times we have had sex, it’s been difficult for me to enjoy it. I’ve been so focused on flipping to my back immediately and holding all of him in me that I can’t let go enough to be in the moment. Last time, Kevin actually asked me if I came. I did, but it wasn’t anything earth shattering. I’m not sure that he believed me in the end. When I tried to initiate sex with him the next night, he gripped my wrist to stop my stroking and pushed me away, claiming he was exhausted from practice.

“Mama.” Luca calls to me as he lifts his bowl and begins to tilt it over his head.

“Ah, Luca!” Kevin and I sputter out at the same time to try and stop him. It’s way too late. The goopy, white yogurt drips down from his dark hair as he giggles. “Oops!” I close my eyes, chest shaking with quiet laughter.

“You sure you want more of this?” Kevin jokes as we go closer to our son. Both of us stare at him, not sure how to proceed with cleaning up this mess. Luca reaches his hands up, scraping some of the yogurt from his hair and eating it. “Ew.” Kevin grimaces, picking him up and bringing him to the kitchen sink.

We work together to rinse the yogurt from his hair with the sprayer. Luca hates every second of it, fighting Kevin’s grip with all the strength he can muster. It’s not a match for his professional athlete father.

“Tatínek.” He moans at Kevin in Czech. I know that means dad.

“Yaya. Jen trochu déle. máma je skoro hotová. Buď dobrý, prosím.” I watch as Luca completely comprehends the Czech and relaxes.

“What did you say?” I ask Kevin.

“Just a little longer. Mama is almost done and please be good.” He translates as I turn the faucet off and place the sprayer back in the holder. I shake my head.

“One day he’s going to speak to me in Czech or German and I’m going to just stare at him slack jawed while he’s telling me to F off.” I grab a fresh, fluffy towel from the kitchen drawer and work it over our son’s wet hair. Luca closes his eyes and waits patiently.

“No.” Kevin shakes his head at me. “He knows only to speak English with you.”

“He’s not even two. What do you mean he knows?”

“He just does.” Kevin insists. “Plus I won’t teach him any bad words.” Kevin smirks at the end, completely full of shit. He works our baby’s now wet t-shirt over his head. “I’ll go get a new one.” I grab Luca from his hands as he walks to the stairs.

“Who am I?” I wonder to our son.

“Mama!” He grins at me.

“Who is that?” I ask, pointing to where Kevin is walking back into the room.

“Tatínek.” He looks at Kevin, who nods in encouragement.

“Dobrá práce kamaráde.” Good job, buddy.

“What even is my life..” I laugh, handing our baby to Kevin.

“It’s just normal to me. I’ve always spoken multiple languages at home. It’s great. More ways to say I love you.” My husband reminds me. He easily slips Luca’s new shirt on. It’s a Minnesota Wild shirt we got early on in my pregnancy. Seeing it fit now makes my heart ache a bit more in my chest.

“Tell me in all of them.” I murmur, winding my hands around his hips, remembering his vows, wanting to hear it all from his lips again. Kevin smiles, squeezing me tighter as he settles Luca to the other side of his chest. Luca pats at my face as Kevin begins to speak. “Miluji tě. Ich liebe dich. Je’taime. Jag älskar dig. I love you.”

Luca, who recognizes several of those words, squeals in delight and leans down for a wet smooch on my lips.

I close my eyes as Kevin sways the three of us together.

He is right. This is enough. For now. Until it’s our time again.

_ _ _

The consistent pattering of the water against the shower glass is a soothing noise as I swipe the finishing touches of mascara onto my lashes. I lean back from the mirror, taking in the full look of my dark, event make up. I look like a star player’s wife, which is good as tonight is the annual Wild About Children gala. It’s important for me to look the part that is expected of me. But more so than that, I’m looking to tease my husband all night. It’s rare for us to have a night this fancy and I’m ready to take full advantage of it.

My make up is almost there. I just need to fix a smudge of eyeliner then I’m ready for setting spray. I open the closet in the bathroom, rummaging around for a Q-tip. I reach around the pregnancy tests, a slight smile tilting at my lips.

I’ll be using one of those tomorrow. My tracking app has been warning me of my lateness the last couple of days. But, truthfully, fear has been holding me back. I’ve already been playing the part of a pregnant woman the last few months. I’ve forgone drinking, been taking vitamins, and avoiding foods known to be hazardous. Yet, I’ve been struggling to get the courage to take the test. The devastation has been choking each time I haven’t seen the answer we want. Plus, with Kevin being on the road earlier this week, it felt too daunting to do alone.

The shower stops as I shut the door. I wet the Q- tip and carefully swipe off the excess black. My eyes drift beyond my face in the mirror to my husband. Water runs down the sculpted ridges of his body. The view is goosebump inducing. If my parents weren’t already here for Luca, I’d be bending over this counter, ass in the air, begging for him to fill me. Kevin’s eyes meet mine in the mirror where he gives me a knowing grin. We’ve been here before after all. He doesn’t provoke me, awareness of our guests and the time holding his thoughts in.

“Later.” He promises instead. I nod my head in agreement.

“Sure, but just so you know…” I tell him as he towels off his hair. “I’m late.”

“Yeah?” He grins at me in the mirror.

“Yeah.” I reciprocate his grin.

“You gonna take a test?”

“I will, but not tonight. It can wait until tomorrow.” Kevin nods because he understands the disappointment from the previous times. This is our first night out together in awhile and with it being a team and fan event, we both need to be on.

“I love you.” He says to me as he puts the used towel back on his hook. He leans forward and kisses the side of my head, careful of the make up I have been diligently working on for a half hour.

“Love you.” I murmur back to him, eyes trailing generously over his body as he walks to the closet. His firm ass bounces with each of his steps. “Is this what you’re wearing?” He asks, holding up my long, emerald dress.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He nods. “I have to wear black.” He murmurs mostly to himself, beginning to grab the pieces of his outfit together.

I fluff my hair briefly then join him in the closet. I undress before working the zipper of the dress down. My arms glide into the long sleeves then I pull the fabric up my body. I turn my back towards Kevin and he pauses from buckling his belt to zip me up. The dress exposes my skin with a V that goes to my mid-back. Kevin places his lips along that bare skin before allowing my hair to fall back down my shoulders.

I move from the closet and re-enter the bathroom to fasten my earrings and necklace on. I re-adjust my wedding rings to be centered on my finger, then give an approving nod at my reflection.

“Are you almost ready?” Kevin asks as he tightens his tie. I walk back into the closet, searching for my black, strappy heals. I grab them in my hands, tossing them into our bedroom by my clutch.

“Yes, I just need to use the bathroom then we are out the door.” I press my lips to his in a quick peck before starting to dash out of the closet.

“Hey.” He murmurs to me, grabbing my hand to stop me for a moment.

“Hm?” My green eyes find his. My lips break into a huge grin at the look he’s giving me.

“You look so damn sexy.” His eyes trail along all his favorite places, perfectly accented by the velvet fabric. He lingers at the slit going up my left thigh. I can already imagine the sinister thoughts he has involving that slice of my skin. “I can’t wait to walk in tonight with your hand in mine… everyone knowing who you belong to.” The possessiveness in his voice and touch has a shiver of pleasure rolling through my body.

“If you don’t let me go, we might not make it.” I tease him, dropping his fingers and returning to my quest for the bathroom.

“Not sure that would be a bad thing.” He calls to me. My light laughter echos in the bathroom as I shut the door.

I carefully move my dress around and sit. Once I’m finished, I stand, then go to push down on the lever. I pause when I look down at the surprise that awaits me. I have my period. I place my hand over my lower stomach, recognizing the dull cramping beneath. I was so rushed getting ready that I didn’t notice anything until now.

An overwhelming sadness descends on my body. I grab a tampon, putting it in place. I press my palms flat against the cool counter of the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I look beautiful, perfectly put together, dark make up accenting my winter skin and chocolate brown hair. But the pain in my green eyes radiates obviously over the rest of my figure. My lips begin to crumple into a sob, but I press them hard together to stop the impending tears.

I don’t have time to do this right now. We need to leave.

I reach into the drawer, grabbing a handful of tampons and heading back into the bedroom. Kevin is sitting on our bed, finishing sliding into dress shoes. My small clutch is next to his thigh, heels next to his feet. He greets me with a smile briefly before it slides off when he sees what’s in my hand. His eyes go to my face, but I can’t return his gaze. I stuff the tampons in my clutch and snap it shut decidedly.

“I guess we don’t need a test. It’s a no.” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “I want to be done trying.” I blurt, tears evident in my voice with each word dropping from my lips. The words are surprising to me when they hit the air but after they are out, I’m glad. I know this is the right decision. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Okay.” He answers, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. He looks like he wants to say more, but the misery on my face stops him.

“Let’s go say goodnight to our baby.”

Kevin and I walk silently downstairs to where my parents are sitting with Luca in the kitchen. He is happily snacking on a piece of pizza and a cheese stick. My eyes blur for a brief moment when I look at him. I love this kid so damn much. I love being a mom. I love having Kevin as my co-parent. I want to add to our family so badly. Why isn’t it in our cards right now?

“Bye sweet boy.” I gently press my nose into Luca’s hair, not kissing him to avoid transferring my dark lipstick to his face. “Thank you for taking care of him tonight.” I say to my parents as Kevin says goodbye next.

“Of course.” My mom murmurs. Her eyes are inquisitive as she studies me. “That green is the perfect color for you, honey.” I smile politely at her, not able to respond. Kevin’s hand on the small of my back saves me from further scrutiny.

“We should be back by 10:30.” Kevin says to them.

“No worries. Take your time.” She waves us off. “We will have plenty of fun here.”

Kevin and I wave goodbye then head out to the garage to get into the car. The Porsche roars to life under Kevin’s foot as we pull out of the driveway and head west to the city. It’s a quick ten miles down Interstate 94 before Kevin is pulling off and beginning the twists and turns to the venue. He rubs at the skin of his jaw as he drives, eyes focused on the road but mind obviously elsewhere.

“Maybe it’s me?” Kevin breaks the silence as we wait for a red light. “Maybe something is wrong with my part?” I shrug my shoulders, shaking my head.

“At this point, it doesn’t really matter, Kev. I just can’t keep feeling this way every month.”

“Babe, we have options. We can go to a specialist and see what might be the issue.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Are you sure?” His hand releases from the wheel and he laces our fingers together. “We might get answers or suggestions.”

“I’m sure.” My tone is final as Kevin drives forward, continuing to bring us deeper into St. Paul.

The silence descends on us again. Once we reach the venue, we pull into the valet line. The attendant tells us we need to wait for a minute as the next valet is dashing back from the parking ramp. Kevin’s hand is still in mine as the music from my Spotify wraps around us. I fidget with the clip on my YSL clutch. I can feel his gaze on me as we wait. I have nothing left to say or do or convey about this decision. Only the knowing that I can’t keep subjecting myself to this heartbreak month after month.

“I love you, baby.” His tender tone is instantly soothing to me. It wraps around my heart, easing into the cracks and chips there from this entire experience. In this moment, where I struggle to love me, my husband shows up unconditionally. Kevin’s voice is holding me up while the hurtful thoughts want to consume me until I don’t resurface. My green eyes meet his in a glance that speaks a million words all at once. All I can speak to him is four:

“I love you too.”

Yet, in the end it’s enough because what else is there to say but that?

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lokitu · 2 years ago

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Fast Food Rep, part 4

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

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Brat: Mommy mommy look, a hippo!

Mom: Oh Robert hush up!

John: Hey! Show that kid some manners will ya lady!!!

Scram kid before I tell my hungry hungry hubby to eat you up.

Mom: Well I never!

John: Trust me kid he hasn’t eaten in well over 15 minutes. Now scram!

Steve: John!

John: What? It’s true you haven’t eaten in 15 minutes.

Steve: I swear you are such an immature dork sometimes, but I do appreciate you scaring that little punk. You are so cute when you get defensive over me.

John: All in a day’s work my little cute hippo…well not quite little anymore these days huh?

Steve: Please don’t make hippo a thing.

John: Too late!

Steve: hmm frazzle razzle dazzle.

John: Awwww come here cutie. Let me give ya a big smooch.

***bump***

Oh right, there seems to be too much tummy between the two of us for a proper kiss.

Steve: Hehehe well you are lugging about the cutest lil dad belly there baby. I’m amazed how much you’ve gained in such little time. Keep this up and you’ll be filling out my fat hand me downs.

John: What, this? Oh this is just a bit of dirty bulk. Just a few extra days of cardio and I’ll be your beefed up muscle daddy again.

***Squeeze***

H-hey what was that for?

Steve: I don’t recall your last bulk leaving you with such plush love handles John.

John: Well, in case you haven’t noticed there buddy boy, between the two of us you are the one with supple tits and stretched out nipples. And that massive overhang paired with the loaves of love handles…muah! Absolute heaven on my lips as I kiss every square inch of you. Anywho, don’t get used to it. It’ll soon be gone.

**God I hope I can drop the added weight. All this stress eating from making sure Steve makes weight is wreaking havoc on my waistline. Deep down it feels right. It feels erotic having all this extra weight. I feel even more manlier than before. Do I really have to lose it?**

Steve: You don’t have to lose it. For what’s it worth I love the added weight on you baby. You are such a hot Papi. Plus, I’ve seen how turned on you get when you stuff me, and deep down I know gaining weight has flipped a switch inside of you. I know because I felt the same switch flip in me around your current size. I know that you want me fatter. And I know that you want to get just as fat…hmmm maybe fatter by the look of your groin. Plus, your booty is rounding out quite nicely, it must be all the muscle underneath the new padding.

Ohhh is someone blushing over there? Did I strike a nerve or two?

John: ummm…errr…well.

Steve: Hehe thought so.

Tailor: That does it for the back sir. Now, if you do not mind my asking, may I have you turn around for the final measurements?

Steve: Not at all my good man. Hey John, get ready for cake overload!

John: Whaaaa? Oh you dork! I am going to get…you…ba…ba…ba…bacon bites.

Steve: Hey John, my eyes are here! Well, through the mirror, but you know what I meant. Please excuse my husband over there. He always gets that dumb awestruck look on his face when he gets too much cake. Though I think he has been having too much cake as of late. Do you mind measuring him for new work shirts? As you can see, his belly is breaking out and those buttons are hanging on for dear life.

Tailor: Yes, of course!

John: Say, son, do you happen to know where your manager is? I have a bit of a proposition for him. My hubby here is the perfect model to represent the Elegant Hippo’s Evening Wear Big & Tall Shoppe.

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arroelin · 4 years ago

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Hi shawty *lipbite*, could you write some f!reader scenario abt boys planning a suprise for mothers day with their kids. With Tsukishima, Sakusa, Kita, Suga and Atsumu? Thanks *big smooch*

— planning a surprise with their kids for mother’s day

characters: (dad!) tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, kita shinsuke, sugawara koushi, miya atsumu (x f!reader)

genre: fluff

wc: 1300+

<*lipbites back* *wink* you’re hawt ;) thanks for requesting!!>

TSUKISHIMA’s legs were twisted uncomfortably as he sat on one of the colourful children’s chairs at his son’s small craft table.

“what are you making?” he asks, turning to face the child.

“i wanna make a card!!” his son exclaims, leaning over the table to tug a large package of construction paper from under the pile of coloured markers- successfully pushing them off the table.

tsukishima chuckles before bending over to fix the mess on the floor, “do you need my help?”

“you have to make one too!” his son frowns, shoving the pack of construction paper under his nose.

“ok, ok, we’ll make two cards, then”

for the next hour, the room is silent- save for the soft shuffling sound of markers on paper.

“do you think mommy will like it?” the small child asks, gazing at his dad with hopeful eyes.

“of course she will,” tsukishima replies quickly, giving his son a pat on the head before lowering his voice, “now we have to be quiet, so we can surprise her.”

“happy mother’s day!!!” you walk into the room to see your son holding out a big card in front of him.

a smile stretches across your face, “awww baby, thank you so much! it looks so good!”

you bend down to give the small child a hug before glancing at your husband. he looks away, cheeks tinted pink, as he hands you his own card, “looks like i have a gift for you too.”

you snort, scanning it quickly before you quirk an eyebrow at him jokingly, “i think your son’s looks much better.”

it’s the week before mother’s day and SAKUSA did not want to face the rush of people at the mall, so sitting in front of the computer screen, he holds his daughter on his lap as he browses through the catalogue of gifts.

“what should we get mommy?” he asks, tilting his head to look at his daughter.

“this one!” she exclaims as she bounces excitedly on his lap, pointing towards a pink tiara.

sakusa frowns, “that’s something you want, we need to get something that mommy wants.”

“why won’t mommy want this?”

sakusa’s eyes widen in panic at he watches his daughter’s eyes fill with tears. “we can get that for you, but you need to pick out something else for mommy,” he says quickly, patting her curls reassuringly.

she nods, beaming happily, and sakusa sighs. he was never good at saying no to his daughter.

“what about this one?” he asks, pointing towards a necklace.

“no, it’s ugly.”

his eyebrows knit and he pouts slightly at his daughter’s harsh rejection- so she inherited his bluntness.

sakusa’s eyes dart up from the computer when he hears your footsteps approaching. he turns to his daughter and explains quickly, “princess, remember- this is a surprise, so we can’t tell mommy anything.”

you knock on the door before walking into the room they were both in, “what are you two up to?”

shaking your head slightly, you chuckle as you watch the both of them look away, refusing to meet your eyes.

the surprise is safe for now (hopefully), but sakusa would have to make sure to get his daughter’s approval on a gift another day.

KITA was prepared for mother’s day- after all, he’s had the date circled on his calendar for a while.

he had gotten out of bed extra early- carefully, as not to wake you- to make sure the entire house was clean, and when the kids woke up as well, they also started preparing right away.

his daughter had volunteered to go out into the fields in the backyard to gather flowers, and his son is inside- helping him prepare breakfast.

“daddy! i found so many pretty ones!” his daughter runs into the living room, clutching a basket filled with different coloured wild flowers- eyes twinkling with pride.

kita bends down to look at the flowers, and he smiles, “they look beautiful, i’m sure mommy will like them very much.”

“dad! i need help.”

his son’s voice from the kitchen interrupts him and kita rushes over. “here, i got it,” he assures. “why don’t you help me set up the tray?”

and the small boy nods enthusiastically before running out of the kitchen.

kita has everything under control so that when you wake up, you are greeted with your son- who is carefully holding up a tray with your breakfast, and your daughter- who is clutching a large bouquet of flowers.

you rub the sleep out of your eyes and beam brightly, “this is perfect, thank you so much!”

seeing you smile, kita couldn’t be any happier.

he walks over to the bed and places a soft kiss on your forehead before nuzzling your hair affectionately, “thank you for being the best mom in the world.”

SUGAWARA had woken up early on the morning of mother’s day to bring his daughter to the flower shop to find a gift.

and right now, he can only throw the florist an apologetic look as he chases after his daughter who was running excitedly down the aisles.

“sweetheart, wait for me,” he calls out, catching up to the small girl and grasping her hands tightly with a sigh of relief.

“it’s so pretty!” the child marvels, eyes twinkling with amazement.

sugawara chuckles at his daughter’s enthusiasm before crouching down to face her, “we have to choose some flowers for mommy.”

his daughter nods her head dramatically, “for mother’s day!”

“that’s right, for mother’s day,” he smiles, returning her nod with an exaggerated one of his own. “which one do you want to get?”

the small girl swivels her head to look at the flowers surrounding her. “this one!” she exclaims, pointing at a large bouquet of bright pink flowers.

on the car ride home, his daughter sits in the back, hugging the bouquet tightly.

you had just walked out of your bedroom when you heard the front door open, followed by the sound of your daughter’s excited chatter.

“happy mother’s day!!!” your daughter screams, running towards you with a large bouquet of pink flowers.

“sweetie, this looks beautiful!! thank you so much!!” you exclaim happily as you pick up your daughter- who was still holding the flowers- peppering her face with kisses.

you feel a hand snaking over your shoulders and you turn your head to see your husband. sugawara grins before pressing his lips onto yours, murmuring a soft, “happy mother’s day.”

ATSUMU’s son had told him he wanted to surprise mommy with pancakes for mother’s day, and he is determined to make that happen.

“you look like uncle osamu!” the small boy giggles when he sees atsumu in one of your aprons.

atsumu freezes before turning to his son with an offended expression, placing his hands over his heart. “how could ya insult yer daddy like that,” he exclaims dramatically.

narrowing his eyes, he saunters towards the child and tackles him with tickles- smirking when his son begs him to stop.

“ok, now let me focus.”

“i wanna help!” his son yells, jumping up excitedly.

atsumu purses his lips, thinking of something to give the small boy to do. “ok, hold this, and move yer arm in circles,” he says, handing his son the bowl of pancake batter and a large spoon.

atsumu is sweating by the stove- trying his best to make each pancake look perfect- that he had forgotten all about his son.

turning around, atsumu’s eyes widen when he sees the pancake batter splattered all over the counter and dripping onto the floor.

he gulps, before plastering a smile on his face, “good job, buddy.”

his son smiles brightly, “can i cook pancakes now?”

atsumu gives him a sheepish smile, “let me handle that, alright?”

“we did it,” atsumu sighs proudly, collapsing on the dining room chair as he admires the plate of pancakes on the table.

the small boy jumps up and down in excitement, “let’s go get mommy!”

atsumu suddenly remembers the mess in the kitchen- the pancake batter on the floor and the collection of dirty bowls on the counter.

“u-uh, how about we surprise her with breakfast in bed instead.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Blade is just like his father🤣 and i oove it, but I can totally see him being protective over his sisters and lowkey threatens james and aster's bf in future😁

Blade may look like his dad, but he’s going to be a bit softer like his mom. That boy will definitely be protective, of his sisters, especially Story, but he’s also not a physical person. Blade is much more mild mannered, and dare I say a bit of Jake Jensen sprinkled in. He’s ridiculously smart and doesn’t even realize how attractive he is.

No Jumping on the Bed

Summary: Blade confuses Ransom. Aster and Iris ask questions

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Cute curious kids fluff

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY for the AU this is in

Word Count: 449

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Ransom cocks his head to the side listening to Blade tell him some computer nonsense his son had been working on. Ransom’s eyes constantly roam around looking for you, confused by what his eight year old is telling him.

You walk in, giving your baby boy a kiss on his head, ruffling his hair for good measure. Story carries in plates of food for them for lunch and sits in between Ransom and Blade as he continues. “Story book, you mind listening to your brother. Daddy needs to ask your mom something,” she gives him a nod and leans her head on his shoulder and he takes a bite of his sandwich. With a deep breath he starts all over again.

“Is he confusing you?” you ask with a giggle, standing up on your tiptoes to give him a quick smooch.

“Yeah,” Ransom rubs the back of his neck glancing back at his youngest children. “So I have two theories of my own.”

“Oh yeah, Captain? What are those?”

“Don’t start with that name unless you want me to haul your ass in the bedroom,” he takes a deep breath and looks at you with all sincerity. “Either he spends too much time at the Jensen’s. Or…”

“Or what, babe?”

“That’s really Jake’s son,” you give him a belly laugh holding on to your stomach. “I’m serious kitten. The kid isn’t like me at all.”

“Ran, he looks just like you.”

“And he acts like Jake Jensen.”

“He does spend a lot of time there.”

“You know. I said I would settle for five kids. You owe me another,” you shake your head at him. “Oh yes you do, kitten. I hear you purring.”

He stalks closer to you and you playfully push him away. “You better stop.”

“Kitten…” he stops his motions when Aster opens the fridge to get a Babybel out. Stopping to stare at the two of you. “What is it Az?”

“Are you two about to go jump on the bed?” She asks tapping her foot.

“Yep.” “Nope.” the two of you answer at the same time.

“I’m guessing daddy is going to win. He always does,” she takes a bite of her cheese still staring at you. “How come you two get to jump on the bed, but we don’t?”

“You’re not old enough,” you answer.

“You’re never jumping on the bed until the day I die. And if you do, I’ll come and haunt you.”

Iris comes in the kitchen to grab her own snack. “But..” she starts as she pours granola in her yogurt. “What if I jumped on the bed at James’ house.”

“No jumping on the bed! Kitten, we’re moving far away.”

“But what about Carter?” Aster asks and you can’t help but snicker.

“Far away from James Rogers and Carter Baizen!”

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#desperate lives au #desperate affiars au #desperate affairs #desperate love #ransom Drysdale #ransom Drysdale x reader #ransom Drysdale Fanfiction #Drysdale kids

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thatsarcasticgemini · 4 years ago

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Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have?

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure.

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light.

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car.

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.”

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement.

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off.

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.”

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom.

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom.

Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

#ash lynx x reader #ash lynx #shorter wong #eiji okumura #banana fish

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waitineedaname · 3 years ago

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8- gordon at Benry

“I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

“Huh? You didn’t say no, though.”

The moms of Joshua’s soccer team were an impenetrable clique. Gordon had no idea why, but for whatever fucking reason, they’d decided they hated him. Maybe he had brought the wrong snacks to practice, maybe they didn’t appreciate Joshua teaching all their sons swear words, maybe he cheered a little too loud at games. Whatever, he could deal with a little pettiness and false politeness from a bunch of housewives. He’d dealt with worse.

It was one of the first games of the season, and it was Gordon’s turn to bring drinks for the team. He was almost at the soccer field, hoping his pack of mini Gatorades would appease Joshua’s teammates, when he realized he was bringing an additional unknown variable: Benrey. The former security guard tagging along to all his outings had become such an expected occurrence at this point that he’d completely forgotten that Benrey had never gone to one of Joshua’s games before. He grimaced to himself as he pulled into the parking lot. Benrey had gotten a lot better about not doing blatant alien shit in public over time, but he was still a rogue element. Gordon could only hope he was in a chill enough mood to not make a scene on the soccer field.

Joshua had taken off running in the direction of his friends the moment the car parked, and Gordon and Benrey followed a distance behind, Gatorade packs in hand.

“Gordon, you made it!” One of the soccer moms waved at them as they walked over. “We were worried you might be late again.”

Gordon tried to turn gritted teeth into a smile. “Just because I was late one time, Katie, doesn’t mean I’m always going to be late.”

Katie gave him an equally fake smile and turned her gaze on Benrey, who was setting his pack of Gatorades down next to the cooler. “And who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met!”

“Hm?” Benrey glanced up at her, then reached out for a handshake, his hand still damp with condensation. “Yo. Benrey.”

“Katie,” She said, shaking his hand for as short a time as possible. She glanced between him and Gordon, trying to make some kind of connection between them. “Are you Joshua’s… uncle?”

“What?” Benrey squinted at her from under the rim of his baseball cap. “Nah, I’m Gordon’s fiancé.”

Gordon promptly choked on air.

Katie’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “I didn’t know Gordon was engaged!”

“Aw bro, you didn’t tell them?” Benrey turned his version of puppy dog eyes on Gordon, which was really just an intense stare since he’d never quite figured out how puppy eyes worked. Gordon thought he could see mischief behind the stare.

“Man, can you blame me? It happened pretty recently.” Gordon tried to convey ‘what the fuck are you doing?!’ without giving them away to Katie. Benrey just grinned and grabbed Gordon’s hand, doubling down.

“Well! I’m glad Joshua’s new stepdad could make it to one of his games!” Katie said, clasping her hands together.

“Yeah, I’m excited. Joshie’s gonna kick your kid’s ass, gonna make all the touchdowns.”

“Um.” Katie faltered, and it took all of Gordon’s strength not to snort. Never had he been so pleased by Benrey’s ability to throw anybody off their rhythm. “Well, our boys are on the same team, and it’s soccer, not f-”

“Huh? What? Sucker? What’re you calling me?”

“Okay! Well! We better go get our chairs set up!” Gordon yelled, dragging Benrey away before he could make it worse. Which led them to where they were now, sitting in lawn chairs on the side of the field, Gordon struggling not to completely break down into laughter. Benrey looked impossibly smug, slouched beside him.

“What was I supposed to say, man?” Gordon continued to protest. “I panicked! God, I’m so fucked. How am I supposed to explain that we aren’t engaged without sounding like a lunatic?”

“Just don’t? Easy.” Benrey shrugged.

“No, you don’t get it. She’s gonna be watching us like a hawk to see if we actually act like a couple.”

“Okay. Guess we gotta act like a couple now.” Benrey raised an eyebrow at him. “Unless you’re chicken? Baby chickenshit? Too afraid to act like he wants to smooch his best friend Benrey?”

“I’m not afraid, asshole.”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

Oh, a challenge, huh? Well, when he put it like that, there was no way Gordon could back down. Gordon leaned over and put his hand on Benrey’s shoulder. “You’re on,” He said, rubbing his thumb affectionately on the side of Benrey’s neck for good measure.

Pretending to flirt was way more fun than it should’ve been. It felt like second nature to lean in a little closer to talk than they would normally or to throw around obnoxious pet names to make each other laugh or to initiate extra physical affection. It felt so natural, in fact, that Gordon almost forgot why he was doing it as he got more distracted by Joshua’s game. Joshua’s team only needed one more point to win, and Joshua had control of the ball, and Benrey and Gordon were absolutely riveted. They were holding hands, but both of them weren’t even paying attention to that, far more concerned with being the loudest people cheering from the sidelines for Joshua’s success. When Joshua kicked as hard as he could and the soccer ball shot to the back of the goal, Gordon shouted “yes!” at the top of his lungs. Giddy with excitement, he turned, grabbed Benrey’s face, and planted a kiss directly on his mouth.

He hadn’t even realized what he’d done until he was already on the field, hugging and congratulating his son. Mortification shot through him like a spike. Oh shit. It was only a dumb competition, he definitely took it way too far, Benrey was never going to let him live this down-

Benrey’s head bonked heavily against his shoulder, an established form of affection Gordon had gotten used to over the past several months. Gordon leaned away from Joshua to give Benrey room to ruffle the kid’s hair and give him congrats of his own. If he hadn’t been so focused on the two of them, Gordon might have missed the sidelong look Benrey sent him and the slight smile that accompanied it.

Joshua was momentarily distracted by one of his friends running over and talking about something a mile a minute, which gave Benrey the chance to nudge Gordon in the side. “Hey,” He said. Gordon looked over at him just in time to receive a kiss on the cheek. Benrey grinned at Gordon’s dumbstruck expression, then scooped Joshua up onto his shoulders like nothing had happened. “Yo, Joshua! Your dad is gonna buy us ice cream!”

“Wh- I never said that!” Gordon protested, following them as Benrey and Joshua chanted ‘ice cream!’ over and over the whole way to the car. He laughed and shook his head. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the soccer mom clique on his own anymore.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this was a lot of fun lol #it's VERY tropey but I'm allowed a few tropes. as a treat.

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justwonder113 · 4 years ago

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Hey hey hey, its me. So I can't stop thinking about your triplets scenario, then suddenly had the urge to request one more time 😂 If that's okay. Since I can't get rid of this baby fever, I wish to see some adorable scenarios with 3 mini toddlers with their parents. Like them, barging into their father’s workplace or just being adorable yet troublesome at the same time XD

The way i adore your asks already, I feel you and I are going to have a good partnership lol. I'm terribly sorry I haven't written anything yet, I have been too caught up with work and stuff, I really hope you'll enjoy it tho. I really wanted to write it since it's father's day and all.

part one of the boys finding out you're gonna have triplets

Bokuto Koutaro

No one can convince me this man isn't absolutely best dad, pleasee I love him so much!!!

If I said that he was a really supportive husband and stood next to you and supported you however he could all pregnancy, he's even more supportive and hyper as a dad.

DEFINITELY CRIED WHEN HE SAW THE TRIPLETS!!!

As I said, he's literally the best dad any kid can ask for. He's so energetic and caring, and would definitely do anything for his kiddos, he spoils them a bit more than needed but how can he say no to those puppy eyes? He's literally weak against them.

Also no matter how tired he is he always has time for is babies, if he came home with his hands almost falling off from harsh and tiring training he will still pick them up and play with them even more, how can he say no to them, he missed them so much too.

When he first had to leave for away game you couldn't tell who cried more him or the kids.

Let's make one thing straight, kids love him more, you can't even argue with that fact, he's basically their enabler, always the one with the snacks and toys and let's be real you have to play the role of a bad cop.

But he never crosses the line, he always supports you and if your kids are being stubborn, he always tells them that you only want the best for them and in the end kids always come apologizing to you, telling you how much they love you.

You always have this adventures too, he loves nothing more to show you off and spoil you as much as he can, he always takes you four wherever he can, and makes these trips as memorable as he can. Like there's nothing he won't do for you.

So naturally you wanted to return the favor to him.

Unfortunately for him he had to be away for a game on the father's day and it was evident how much it broke his heart. So you and kids came up with the plan to surprise him. Bby worked so hard he really deserved it and you really missed each other too.

You have been planning this for a while and you couldn't wait to see his reaction. You even helped kids with the banner and everything.

The game was about to start now, the players including your husband were getting ready. You snickered and led the kids through the crowd. His team helped you a lot when you told them your plan and got you one of the best seats in the front.

You took out the banner and helped kids to stand on the seats so that they could hold it higher. You couldn't be more proud, the kids really worked hard for their father and wanted to make him happy. You held up the sign what said with brightest colors "Happy father's day daddy!!"

Thankfully Atsumu noticed you quite quickly and nudged your husband, who looked almost like a sad puppy and in a second your eyes met.

Bokuto literally froze on the place and rubbed his eyes to see if you were really there, which made you giggle. Kids started cheering for him and in the millisecond the biggest grin was adoring his face and he ran towards you. Kids also ran leaving banner to you and jumped on their dad making everyone coo at the sight.

You smiled at the sight, Bokuto looked like a whole different person than he was seconds ago, he kept chatting with kids and smooching their cheeks from time to time, he then ran to you and gave you one of the most passionate kisses ever, thanking you for everything, while kids made barfing sounds. Yup you wouldn't change it for anything.

Atsumu Miya

Another one who I think would be a best dad but would spoil their kids, espesially your daughter, he had a really soft spot for her.

you had two boys and the youngest was a girl, thing is she was really frail at first and almost didn't survive but she was a fighter and even thought she pulled through and was healthy as ever you and Atsumu still had a soft spot for her,but not only you, boys were actually really protective of her and would always try to cheer her up however you could. But in the end she was daddy's girl.

In fact Atsumu and Osamu really liked to mess with kids, and make them guess who was who, it really confused boys and made you all laugh but you couldn't fool her that easy, she always knew when she was in the wrong hands and cried for daddy. (Cue to Atsumu calling his sons traitors and the daughter his sweet little princess.) (Gosh I have to keep my babyfever at bay)

You gently shushed the kids as they struggled to keep their excitement at bay, they came to you with the idea that they wanted to surprise their dad on the father's day and how could you say no to that?

You tried to help them but they wanted to do everything on their own, you were basically just for the mental support and for snacks for the little hardworkers. They looked so cute and proud too for their work. Boys worked with the decorations and cards and your daughter asked you to bring her to Osamu so that she could make an onigiri with his help.

You were beyond proud that they wanted to please their dad so much! Atsumu would really appreciate it, he was working so hard too these days, he would be beyond thrilled.

You smiled at the thought and opened the door, the kids walked in on their tippy toes, eventually giggling to themselves, thankfully Atsumu was still out cold. You readied the camera and sat it on the bedside table so you could record the precious memory. You carefully helped the kids get on both his sides as they readied their presents.

you gave them a thumbs up as you got slightly closer to Atsumu and started humming his name, making him stir a little. When you noticed that you were getting nowhere you asked the kids to help, and they started to nudge him with their tiny hands while you presed kisses on his cheek.

In the end Atsumu opened his eyes. "If I died and this is heaven then I don't want to return to life." He mummbled half dazed but still stood up.

"Happy father's day!" The kids cheered making a huge grin appear on his face. He stretched his hands and brought all three of them in a bone crushing hug, kissing their heads affectionately. The kids giggled and tried to escape as you awed at the sight.

They showed him everything they worked hard for, and Atsumu even got to taste the onigiri his daughter made for him, which made him tear up from happiness as you expected. He looked so giddy and happy it was really adorable.

Kids soon left the room to call their uncle and tell him how everything worked out, Your daughter was especially hyped cuz he liked the onigiris, she really looked up to Osamu too and said that she wanted to be a chef like him. You couldn't be more proud of her.

You were about to head downstairs too to make sure those rasckled didn't mess up everything, but Atsumu's hand stopped you. He bought you in closer and gave you a really passionate kiss, you hummed as you pressed couple of more on his cheeks.

"What was that for love?" You hummed against his lips, a bit dazed.

"For making me the happiest men ever and giving me a perfect family, I love you so much!" He mused as he snuggled against you.

He was right tho, everything was just perfect.

Sorry love it's only two characters, I will try to update about Ushijima and Osamu too. Hope you like it^^

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x OC) Chapter 7

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“I love this...” I whispered, arms wrapped around his neck, staring up into Jungkooks face as he rocked his hips against mine , hands stroking my hips gently as the hard length of him dragged inside me , almost gentle as he placed soft kisses on my brow.

“What? “ he smiled.

“You inside me... it feels.. i feel complete somehow..”

He smiled sweetly, kissing the corner of my lips.

“You’re so warm and wet and I think you’re perfect.” He breathed against my cheeks, pillow soft lips pressing smooches down my jaw and up to my lobe.

“I liked ...tonight. “I said shyly and he grimaced.

“I may have gone a little overboard..” He said sheepishly, grunting as he thrust a little harder and I closed my eyes , savoring the feeling of him inside me.

“But I liked it. Liked that I couldn’t even watch the fireworks because of ...well another kind of fireworks..” I laughed.

He grinned.

“ I aim to please.”

“Good. Then why dont you hurry up and fuck me like you mean it.” I said with a wink and his eyes narrowed, flashing red.

“You never learn, do you angel?”

I laughed as he pulled out and flipped me over, fingers sinking into hair, hand gripping my waist as he rove straight into me with a force that shook the bed.

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“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would your siblings be if you don’t go back to your bed tonight?” Jungkook whispered, burying his face in the slightly damp strands of my hair, breathing deeply before going back to running a small fluffy towel through the strands.

I stared up at the ceiling , eyes at half mast because I was so sleepy, still pleasantly warm from the hot bath I’d just had . I was dressed in one of Jungkook’s big white t shirts , lying sideways on his bed with my head hanging over the edge because y hair was still wet. Jungkook being the perfect man that he was , was towel drying my wet locks for me.

“Probably a twenty?” I grimaced. “ I need to be up early to go down to the kitchen. We’re taking the kids out to the park remember?”

Jungkook groaned.

“Minae needs to be kept away from the sugar ... I am not going to piggy back her for two straight hours like yesterday.” He swore.

i laughed, rolling over and smiling at him.

“ She has a crush on you.” I grinned, waggling my eyebrows at him.

He shook his head laughing.

“I’m too old to be dealing with four year olds that have a crush on me., “He shuddered. I smiled, shaking my head because , Jungkook was the one who had begun helping out with the children and he was often the first to offer a piggyback ride to the kids.

Being a single father, I knew he had experience with kids, of course. But still it was quite something watching him handle them with confident hands and a ridiculously kind disposition. And he didn’t shy away from anything. Changing toddlers out of nappies, cleaning spit up off my office desk , even offering his nails for the smitten Minae to color with her markers.

And it felt good to have him around, his presence somehow grounding me even during the most hectic of times. Story time with Mr. Jeon, was fast becoming a thing, with Jungkook gathering all the younglings around him in a circle and regaling them with tales from his life ( a toned down, child friendly version of it of course ) while I set up the beds in the nap room, every afternoon.

The kids slept for about an hour every afternoon and that was the time we ate our lunch, the workers heading off to the kitchen while Jungkook and I shared a meal cook sent up for us. The small stone bench on the yard was right outside the window of the nap room, and leaving the window open helped us keep an eye on the kids while we ate.

Not too mention the effect it had on Joo Won.

Although he spent most of his time with Somi and Jimin in the other cottage , learning his number work and language skills, he occasionally ran up to his father, eager to show off his work. Jungkook always dropped whatever he was doing to shower praises on his son and the boy thrived under the attention.

The idea that I could do this with him for the rest of my life, was impossible to push out of my head.

But i wouldn’t bring it up.

I would enjoy this , now while I had it and I would wait for him of course but I wasn’t going to play games with him.

“I’m not meeting anyone else anymore.” I said quietly.

He gave me a look.

“anyone as in?..”

“Any vampires. potential suitors” I said with a shrug. “ I’m not going to. I’m going to tell my father I’m... not interested in it anymore.”

Jungkook stopped his ministrations and gave me a guilty laden look.

“Sera, about tonight-”

“Don’t you dare apologize.” I glared at him. “ I loved it. I love you , as I’ve told you often enough and I also understand that you’re not there yet. and I can wait.”

Jungkook looked away.

“That’s not fair to you.” He said hoarsely.

“Maybe. But it’s still my choice. And My life. And if I choose to spend that life pining over you for the rest of eternity , that’s upto me.” I shrugged.

He merely stared at me, lips turned down in a frown.

“You’re too young to understand what you’re asking for Sera. You don’t realize how powerful you are. I’m not... I’m not good enough for you.” He shook his head. “ Far from it.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What does that even mean? You’re a vampire. There’s literally nothing that stops us from being together than your twisted belief that you aren’t good enough. Which is so baseless I could laugh. ”

Jungkook stared at me.

“It’s not just about me. What about the kind of power you would have with the right vampire? not to mention the people in my life that would want me fucking dead sera? You think everyone would just let it go? Me , a fucking nobody marrying the most adored girl in our kind??? ” he laughed in disbelief.

i frowned.

“What do you mean ?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to elaborate but the door to his bedroom slammed open at that exact same moment and I jumped, terrified. Scrambling to my knees, I crawled back to the headboard just as Jungkook swore, moving to the door , bodychecking the figure that crashed through.

“JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!!!!”

I felt my eyes widen in horror as my brother in law launched himself across the room, fingers closing right around Jungkook’s neck as he rammed into him, the two of them skidding across the floor and crashing into the ornate fireplace with a noise loud enough to wake the dead.

I stared, my brain unable to process what I was seeing.

My sister appeared, eyes wild and panicked.

“Oh God... Sera I’m so sorry...he came to your room and saw you were gone...” she began but then stopped.

Her eyes fell on the pandemonium in the corner and she yelped.

“jIMIN!!!!” She screamed, rushing to the corner where the two vampires were locked together in a scuffle and the only thing I could think about was the fact that I was naked underneath his t shirt and if anyone else walked in-

“What is this ruckus?” The loud booming noise was familiar and terrifying and i squeaked, diving for the covers and crawling in as I stared horrified. The figure that appeared in the doorway was so imposing that all of us went still. Even Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took in the gargantuan man framed in the entryway.

Hwang Jaebum was seven feet tall, 1800 years old and the scariest Vampire i had ever seen in my entire life. His skin was shriveled , his eyes permanently red and he stared at the two fighting vampires , now frozen and gawking at the towering vampire and he scrunched his nose in disgust before his red eyes flashed and landed on me.

“There you are.” He said softly. “Sweet Seraphina.”

The name, God.

My uncle had named me and no one called me that but him.

I swallowed, clutching the covers as sheer unadulterated terror coursed through my veins. I knew my uncle wouldn’t hurt me but still, power radiated off him in waves and I did not want to be on the receiving end of his displeasure.

“Come here , child. Let me look at you.”

I winced.

Before I could react though, Jungkook was climbing on the bed, scrabbling to kneel right in front of me, arms stretched out to keep me from the vampire’s view.

“Who the fuck are you?” He snarled and I gasped, stunned. God, Uncle Jae had killed people for less.

I grabbed Jungkook quickly, pulling him back into my arms and away from the vampire who now looked suitably furious.

“That’s my uncle. Shut up.” I hissed quickly. Jungkook didn’t show any sign of backing down, still crouched in front of me, muscles locked in a fighting stance and I clutched his shoulders, burying my face in his back.

“Jungkook relax...” I begged but he merely grabbed my hand where it lay wrapped on his waist, squeezing gently.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here.” He was still glaring at my uncle who peered over him to lock eyes with me.

“Who is this? Why are you in his bed, Seraphina? “ My Uncles’ voice rumbled through the room, echoing off the rafters and Jimin and Somi scrambled to their feet.

“Sire.... We didn’t know you were here already..” Jimin began, moving to stand in front of him but Jaebum ignored him, moving closer to the bed.

“Who are you? Tell me now.” He snarled.

I stared at the anger flashing in my uncle’s eyes and I swallowed.

“He is her intended, brother.” My father’s voice came from the doorway and i jumped a bit, staring over at the door.

My father came floating in, face calm but eyes narrowed in annoyance as he stared at me. I found myself wilting under the glare. He was upset, Rightfully so.

My uncle frowned, glancing at my father in disbelief.

“She is betrothed?” He frowned. “ Why was I not informed of this?”

My father gave him a reassuring smile.

“It is fairly new, this courtship. Jungkook and Sera are very fond of each other and they have my blessing.”

Next to me Jungkook had gone as pale as parchment. He moved up and away from me and my entire body went cold.

I reached for his hand, flinching when he yanked it away.

Fuck.

“I need to speak to the boy. What is your name boy?” My uncle growled at Jungkook.

“Jeon Jungkook , sire.:”

He frowned.

“What clan are you from?”

I flinched.

My father looked a little uncomfortable.

“Surely we can talk about this-”

“I was bitten , Sire.It’s just me and my son, now.” Jungkook’s voice was deep and steady and he stared right at my uncle.

Uncle Jae’s eyes widened and then he stared at me.

“That is what you will settle for , Seraphina? A mongrel with tainted blood?”

The sharp sound of hurt that came from Jungkook shattered my heart.

But it was my father who growled, affronted.

“That is enough. You are a guest , Jaebum and I will not have you insulting my daughter’s betrothed. Leave him be.”

My uncle laughed.

“It is not an insult. It is a fact...is it not, boy? Look at him... he knows his place. And it not by her side.”

“Jungkook, don’t listen to him ...” i whispered feverishly , reaching for him again not letting him pull away and gripping his fingers hard. His fingers felt icy cold to the touch and there was no mistaking the sheer hurt radiating off his features.

“Unless the girl is in trouble, I think you should sever the connection, Jaehyun.” My uncle snapped at my father .

“We shall talk about this later. For now, I want you to remember your place, Jaebum. You have duties to attend to and my daughter’s choice is her own. I will not have you interfering in things that you aren’t responsible for.” My father’s voice was just as loud, radiated just as much authority and i had never loved him more.

Jaebum scoffed once again before turning on his heel and leaving . I sagged in relief and Jungkook, got off the bed, moving away from me so quickly I felt like someone had stuck a knife in my gut.

“Jimin and Somi, come. Jungkook , Sera. I want the two of you to come to my office after you fix yourself up.” My father said coldly.

“Yes, Sir.” Jungkook bowed.

“Yes, father.”

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“Father....I...”

“You slept with him. “ My father said thoughtfully and I stared at my feet. There was no point denying it.

“Has he agreed to court you?” He said sharply.

I looked up at him, biting my lips.

“No.” I whispered.

My father’s eyes widened and he shot me a glare that could melt gold.

“He fed from you during the act?” He demanded. I felt the phantom throb in my thighs at the memory.

“Yes, father. “ I admitted.

“Then I must ask. Was it consensual? Did you influence him in any way Seraphina.”

My heart turned over, tears springing at the accusation.

“No... No .. I didn’t.. he doesn’t know.. he doesn’t even know I can do that.” I whispered.

“Could you have done it unconsciously? If Jungkook fed from you and you were near him you could have convinced him to do anything. He wouldn’t have been able to consent. You know this, Sera. I don’t understand how you could be so reckless. We are not monsters. We know our limits and we stick to them for fuck’s sake.”

“He... we... I... It’s my fault. He didn’t.. He didn’t want to court me so I convinced him we could just...fool around. That was all it was. He loves his son father. He’s only here to give him a better life. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry for being so selfish and ..Please just don’t send him away. I’ll never meet him again if that’s what you want but please....don’t send him away. .” I stared at my father, feeling the tears sting.

My father’s gaze softened but he sighed, shaking his head as he held his arm out. I walked into his embrace, letting the tears fall as I clutched his robe.

“You have not been selfish, dearest. . But, no matter who are, we cannot covet what we are never meant to have . Jungkook is not for you.” He whispered into my hair and I felt my insides clench in rebellion, every part of me screaming in protest at the phrase.

No.. No... he was mine.. he had to be mine....

I was his and he was mine.

“ I’m going to offer him the position as head of the security team.” My father aid gently and I shuddered.

“Father..”

“It will pay well. He will be working from the administrative building close to me. . There’s no reason for your paths to cross. Namjoon will take over as your bodyguard from tomorrow.”

i nodded.

“I want you to remember who you are. What you are capable of. I raised you to be kind and gentle but that does not change who you are, Sera. It doesn’t change what you are.” he said gently, eyes firm.

I swallowed.

“You may leave.”

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Jungkook stared at the whiskey decanter on the table. watching Sera’s father pour him a drink. His eyes focused on the golden liquid, the way it caught the light and danced with all the colors of autumn.

“I’m going to ask you one thing. I want you to answer me, as truth fully as you would your own father.”

Jungkook was a father, himself. He knew the anger and trepidation in the man’s gaze was real. He knew exactly what it felt like, that desperate clawing need to keep your child safe. To destroy anything that dare hurt them.

“Do you love my daughter?” The man’s voice shook a little.

“I cannot court her.” He whispered. “ I’m not... I can’t. “

“That is not what i asked .” The older man said gently.

He shook his head.

“I don’t have the right to feel anything but respect for her, sir.” Jungkook said softly.

The vampire shook his head laughing.

“Your eyes tell me all you refuse to say, Jungkook ah. You care deeply for her, do you not? it is obvious in the tremble of your hand. it was obvious in the way you stood up to my brother, when surely everything in your blood must’ve screamed to back away from a Vampire of such a high ranking. ”

Jungkook clenched his fists.

Sera’s father went on.

“I know you love her and honestly, If you didn’t.... you wouldn’t be alive right now.”

Jungkook winced.

“Yes , sir.” He croaked.

“I will destroy entire continents for my daughter. You know this. “ He said quietly.

Jungkook nodded. He believed the man .

“Which is why I must ask. Who is after you?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped up, eyes widening in surprise.

“Sir...”

“I’m not the head of the largest clan in the country for nothing. You are protecting your son...but from what? A man of your reputation , choosing to stay inside an estate , helping out with infants and children.... it doesn’t make sense. So tell me. What are you hiding from? And how can I help?”

Jungkook stared at his hands.

“It’s Joowon’s grandfather. The man who’s daughter I killed.”

Sera’s father stiffened.

“Ahh... yes. Gong Tae Kwan. An old nemesis .” He shook his head, sighing. “ You’ve made a powerful enemy , Jungkook.”

Jungkook nodded.

“I know. I’m no match for him. And I know he’s not going to stop until he kills me and my son.”

“You’re right. He’s not going to stop. Now, what so you want to do? Hide out till he finally catches up or confront him like the warrior you are?”

“i can’t do it. I need to be here for Joo Won.... It would be suicidal...”

“ Only if you’re alone. “

“Sir?”

“It would be suicidal , if you were to confront him alone.”

“Are you saying that...”

“I’m going to be there with you. We are going to lure the bastard out , and we are going to end this once and for all.”

“Sir, i can’t ask you to...”

“You’re not asking me damn thing kid. I’m doing this for my daughter’s sake. And you are going to repay me by making her as happy as you possibly can.” He said sternly.

Jungkook flushed

“Sir.. I’m sorry I...”

“When this ends, and it will....you will court her. You will court her, because unlike what you think, you do not get to decide whether you’re worthy of being my daughter’s consort. She does.” He gave him a smile, reaching out and clamping a hand on his shoulder. “ If she chooses you it means you’re worthy. And she has chosen you , Jeon Jungkook . Don’t be the idiot who walks away from the best thing to ever happen to him, son. ”

Jungkook stared at him.

He took a deep breath.

“Yes, father.” He said with a small smile.

The older man laughed out loud.

“Excellent. Now come, we have a murder to plot. “

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achliegh · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe Madness: Day 1

Santa's Kinda Hot…

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

James was chasing everyone around the locker room wearing a headband with mistletoe dangling off a stick right in front of his forehead. He has already snatched a couple cheek kisses from Sirius and Dumo, he was currently working on Logan. He was collecting all the French-Canadians’ first for some reason.

Leo was watching, finding it absolutely hilarious when Logan gave James an extra sloppy smooch on the cheek when an arm is slapped around his shoulders.

“Hey Leo, I have a job for you.” Remus smiles at him and Leo knows exactly what he is going to ask.

“Nope, I won’t do it.”

“Everyone on the team has, except you.” Remus sings at him, reaching up and pinching his cheek moving his hand back and forth so Leo’s head shakes. Slapping his hand away and rubbing his cheek Leo reluctantly agrees but only if Remus promises not to take pictures.

The next week he found himself being giggled at by his boys, Remus and a bunch of kids' mothers as he pretended to be Santa for the baby team Remus still coaches even if he plays now. Kids hopped up in his lap and would always comment on how he didn’t have a beard but when Remus’ had him try it on a few days ago it gave him a terrible rash, so they decided to just say:

“I’m a Santa in training, I’m actually the big man's son and am practicing to take over for him.” All the kids seemed to accept this. Going about telling him their mile long lists of things they want all while he himself was thinking about what to make for a meal later.

He was thinking chicken and rice soup sounded amazing.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Leo asks a relatively large boy who sat on his knee after the fastest talking child he has ever heard ran back to his mom.

“I don’t know… What do you want for Christmas, Santa’s son?” Leo looked at him for a moment, he wasn’t really asking for anything this year. As he got older he realized making gift lists for holidays or even his birthday was getting harder and harder. He didn’t really want material things. His gaze wanders from the young kid on his knee to the two goofballs putting ripped pieces of paper in Remus’ hair hoping he doesn’t notice. He smiled a little at them, his heart thumped a little harder and he could feel his cheeks warming just a bit.

“I have everything I could ever want.” Looking back at the child who was fiddling with his thumb. “A new blender would be nice though.” The child's mom snorts in front of them and both he and the kid smile at each other.

“I think I want to be able to visit my grandma, I haven’t seen her in a long time and she lives very really far away. I miss her.” Leo ruffles the kids floppy blonde hair.

“That's a good gift, but a hard one to deliver.”

“A new remote control car would be nice too.” They laugh together as the kid hops off his lap and goes back with his mom. He was expecting another kid to sit on his sweaty knee but instead he got a Logan on one and a Finn on the other.

“That was the last sticky-fingered gremlin! Ready to go?” Finn kisses his cheek putting his arm around his shoulder.

“You know, this Santa costume makes you look very handsome.” Logan is fixing Leo’s fluffy white collar and cupping his neck once he is happy with the adjustment.

“I agree, Santa is kinda hot. In a weird mystical way. Also in Rise of The Guardians he was sexy as hell.” Finn stands up and snatches Leo’s hat, putting it on his head. “I think you look way better.” He winks before walking over to Remus to ask what they have to do next.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen Rise of the Guardians.”

“Me either, let's get you out of this costume and go home to make some soup or something.” Logan stands up helping Leo up and slapping his ass when he walks past towards the other two delinquents. Winking when Leo turns around to playfully glare at him.

He’d get him back.

#leo knut #finn o'hara #sweater weather #logan tremblay #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #coast to coast

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heyaeolus · 4 years ago

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Hii, are you taking request? If it's not bothersome, that haikyuu as a parent was adorable XD and I would like to request something similar. How about Haikyuu as dads embarrassing their daughter/son, (maybe Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu) who would most likely do this 😂

HQ boys being embarrassing fathers

The length is pretty inconsistent depending on what situation I thought out for the character. I personally think I’m not that good with jokes he he he...

I HOPE U LIKE IT OMG

AND YES I TAKE IN REQUESTSSSS

Bokuto

We all know he is loud and we don’t even have to say it

You were usually the one who drives your daughter to school but today, you end up waking up late because a certain someone decided that you needed the extra sleep (yes he’s sweet but you have a meeting with the executives)

So you’ve now got two wonderful girls with Koutarou, they’re now 6 and 12 years old

“Koutarou don’t do anything weird, okay.” That was a fair warning for him but it goes right off his ear as soon as he zooms off because hE GETS TO DRIVE HIS PRINCESSES TO SCHOOL

Your youngest was the first he dropped off. He sent him off with a big smooch and an “I love you, little owl!” Your youngest shouted back an “I love you too!” to his daddy with a big grin before running off to her classroom.

The challenge came when he dropped off your eldest. Being in her school, your daughter doesn’t want everyone to see how much of a daddy’s girl she is so when Koutarou leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, she dodged

In a second, Koutarou’s hair deflated. Your daughter tried to reason, “Dad, not here. It’s my school!”

“Do you not love me anymore, baby owl? Have you found another guy to replace daddy?

“DAD, NO. You’re overreacting.”

“No, baby owl. You should kiss daddy when he wants one!” then he tries and leans in again but this time your daughter gets off the car and shuts the door on her father’s face leaving Koutarou to his despair

But alas, there’s a solution to it! Koutarou rolls down the window of his car and pops his head out and shouts “I LOVE YOU BABY OWL! HONEY BUNCH! MY SWEET LITTLE PUMPKIN!”

Your daughter is good as dead right then as the children around stared at her father, chuckling. Others even taking a video of what was happening. Your poor daughter is as red as a tomato as she bolted further into her school grounds.

“DADDY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK”

“Mom, save me.”

The video of that incident instantly graced the internet, going viral in under 24 hours. It was safe to say Koutarou is not allowed to drive your daughters to school again. But he’s happy he got his kiss from his eldest now.

Oikawa

Another dude here that is sweet with his daughter. Literally pours his heart to his sweet little angel and gives her everything.

Sometimes, you fade into the background with these two.

One Saturday, your daughter came with company. To your horror, it was a guy named Hiro. Although decent looking, you don’t like the fact that she is engaging in romance as early as her age.

But Tooru thinks otherwise, “Oh? My sweet little angel has inherited my charm!”

Your daughter blushes at her father’s comment and pulls her company into the backyard. Settling on the bench swing in there.

It was fine and everything’s going good with him and her company until Tooru’s voice rang from inside.

“Y/D/N-chan and Hiro-kun sitting on a tree~ K I S S I N G ~”

Your daughter turned and found his dad cruelly comfortable leaning on the ledge of the window overseeing the backyard, toying with a rose that she recognized were the ones you bought to put in the vase at the living room

As if once is not enough, Tooru repeated the verse again. Your daughter felt like bURSTING

She put her face into her palms, furiously blushing. She turned to Hiro who is now awkwardly laughing at the sight of your husband. She tells him, “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry for the existence of my father. Don’t mind his presence.”

“OuCH! Y/N-chan! Why’d you do that?! I was only entertaining our visitor! Come here watch them with me.”

Sawamura

HA you bet Daichi is the model father but yes, you are partially right. He’s pretty tight with some things but is still sweet. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t got some pretty embarrassing moments

You guys are in the mall for the weekend, shopping for new clothes as winter is approaching. You were separated from them when you followed a saleslady to find your size of the shoes you wanted

Your daughter was on her phone while her dad stood by her, shopping bags in his hands. He peeked into her phone a few times, finding her chatting with a guy. When she giggled to herself, it was peak protective father mode for Daichi “Sweetie, who are you talking to?”

“Oh. Just a friend, dad.”

Daichi scoffed to himself, skeptically glaring at the back of his daughter’s head. Thinking, “How could you lie to me, sweetie?”

Moments after, the father and daughter pair turned their heads to a guy’s voice calling out your daughter’s name. Daichi grew rigid as soon as he saw the boy

The boy, completely oblivious of Daichi’s mood, ran up to your daughter with arms spread. It was to Daichi’s horror that his daughter came into the guy’s arms and hugged him back. Daichi let them exchange a few words after but his aura is just hard to shake off with him staring hard at the guy. He soon bids goodbye, bowing at Daichi

But before he could go farther, Daichi talks to your daughter, rather LOUDLY.

“SWEETIE, I DON’T WANT YOU HUGGING RANDOM PEOPLE NEXT TIME” People around were already staring at them as Daichi continues his rant with a straight face

“Dad, geez, he’s a friend!”

“NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT THAT PERSON WILL MEET MY WRATH”

The next time your daughter had that friend over at your house along with some others, he was weirdly sweating and keeping very little space for himself

“Are you okay?” you asked the boy

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Mrs. Sawamura.”

Daichi smiled to himself while your daughter shook her head at the side in pure embarrassment

Atsumu

Atsumu has a big internet fanbase. He also keeps all his accounts active, especially his twitter. Your son blocked him in almost every platform with the exception of Instagram and Facebook for formality.

Atsumu is, rather, a supportive father to your son.

Example number one: once, your son posted a sad quote in Facebook and Atsumu commented with “Let’s have a boys’ talk later, buddy” your son deleted the post

When Atsumu came home that night he went straight to your son’s room knocking at his door. Your son was quick to reject his father, “NO DAD. THANK YOU BUT NO.”

The next one was when your son advertised Osamu’s onigiris with a picturesque post over at IG and the piss-haired twin didn’t think before he commented, “I can make better onigiris than Samu, buddy.”

You came home that night with about two days’ worth of rice on the kitchen and Atsumu wildly rapping at your son’s door. “YOU HAVE TO TASTE THIS BUDDY THIS IS BETTER”

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu dads #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #bokuto #Miya Atsumu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #aeolus answers #aeolus breeze

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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While I'm writing Dad!Bod Hotch with babies... 🥺

...Here's a very baby excerpt from one of my other works (modified a little so it can be read as reader.) It's pretty cute if I do say so myself! Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow job + Pregnant sex The next child abduction case they get happens a year later, and it takes them to Seattle; rain beats down on the Sullivan house while she and JJ sit with the family and try to keep them informed of what’s going on in terms of the investigation. The mother stares out the window at the rain, and she brings over the cup of tea she’d offered to make, sets it down on the table beside her, takes her trembling hands.

“I promise you, Mrs. Sullivan, our team is doing absolutely everything they can to locate your son safely. They are the best in the world at what we do; we just need to let them do their jobs.”

Mrs. Sullivan frowns, takes a sobbing breath, and then wraps her arms around her; she’s a little startled by it, but rubs her back, trying to provide comfort.

After a couple minutes, Mrs. Sullivan pulls back, and she offers her a tissue.

“Do you have any children?” she asks, wiping her eyes.

“Yes. He’s seven years old, and his name is Jack.”

They find the boy five hours later. Alive.

She and Aaron have celebration sex on every available surface.

“Hey. So, I got three or four calls from my doctor’s office a couple weeks ago, but I was preoccupied with the Sullivan case and I kept forgetting to call her back,” she says later from Aaron’s lap. He sits up, holding her hips while he shifts his weight.

“Okay. Is everything alright? Why was she calling so often?”

“Apparently, my IUD expired a month ago. I have to get it taken out.” He looks cautiously over her face, like he’s not sure what reaction she wants from him. She’s fairly certain she knows what his first instinct is. “Well, Jack and I were at the grocery store when I spoke to her—and you know I’ve been feeling a little off…” She wets her lips, reaches over the arm of the couch and pulls a little cardboard box off the console table. She can see his breath hitch.

“Have you taken it?” She nods quickly, presses her lips together.

“Just waiting now.” Carefully, he reaches for the box, takes it out of her hand, and sets it back down on the table. He pulls her close for a tight hug.

“Whatever happens, I love you so much,” he murmurs in her ear, and they just hold each other until the timer on her phone goes off. She brushes her hand through his hair, and his eyes are wet; she knows hers are too.

She climbs out of his lap, and he follows her down the hall, clinging to her back like he can’t physically let her go. When they make it to the bathroom, she picks up the test, squeezes her eyes briefly shut, and holds it up so he can read the word on the screen.

The word.

She spins in his arms, wraps hers around him, and jumps up and down, the grin splitting her face nothing compared to the gorgeous smile that lights up his.

“I’m going to see if Dr. Rose can fit me in tomorrow,” she says, leaning up to smooch him several times in a row. “Just to be sure.”

“Let me know, I’ll come.” She nods, kisses him a few more times, takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“I love you so much.” He holds her, repeats it, kisses her forehead, her eyes. Then he starts kissing her for real, reverent and steamy, and they walk gracelessly toward the bedroom, tugging articles of clothing off as they go.

She is kneeling over him on the bed, giving him a very good, messy, ‘Congrats, you’re probably going to be a daddy again!’ blow job when she pulls back suddenly, an overwhelming thought crossing her mind; she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“You know my brother has two sets of twins, right?” “A package came from your brother today,” Aaron says a couple months later as he’s leafing through the mail; he holds it out to her, and she opens it up, excited, then covers her mouth, can’t help but aww. “What is it?” he asks, not looking up from the stack of envelopes, and she puts her hand on his arm to get his attention.

“‘For the Hotchner siblings’—that’s what the card says,” she explains when he looks up, and then she holds up the largest t-shirt: it’s brown, with a cartoon bear cub, white letters spelling out Brother Bear. She holds up a smaller shirt: Sister Bear #1. Then another small shirt: Sister Bear #2. He smiles.

“Okay, that’s cute. We have to FaceTime him and thank him.”

“Definitely. He’s not going to believe how big this belly is,” she says, reaching up on her toes for a kiss; he comes at her from the side, because it’s easier to reach her lips that way. “Uh, Hotch, we need you down in the bullpen. She's crying and we can’t get her to stop,” Spencer says into the phone, looking a little freaked. Aaron must agree to come down, because he hangs up the receiver wordlessly; JJ rubs her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

“It’s okay, I completely understand. It’s normal to feel like that at this stage of the pregnancy,” she explains, and it’s all sounding very rational, but she just covers her eyes and keeps crying.

When Aaron crouches down beside her, he takes her hands carefully off of her face, wipes her tears with his sleeve, peers up at her with soft eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I want…” She gulps, sniffles, and Prentiss hands her a tissue over the desk partition. “Thank you. I want these babies out of me,” she sobs, and she knows she’s making a huge scene, but she doesn’t even care. “I want your babies out of me, Aaron!” He sighs; she knows he’s heard it all before.

“I know, honey, but you have to be patient. It will happen when it’s meant to.” She sobs, then hiccups, and that’s just great.

“But I’m—I’m drinking the stupid tea, I’m eating the dates. I got the, the acupuncture—do you know how weird it is to see those needles sticking out of your body? It’s unsettling!”

Morgan returns from Garcia’s office, takes one look at them, and abruptly pivots on his heel to head back.

“Oh sure,” she calls, and then hiccups, “everyone sees a crying pregnant woman and they just run away!”

“Noo, he just texted me!” Spencer lies, waving his phone that he never even looked at. “He said he forgot something and he’ll be right back.”

“Spencer, tell me what else can induce labor, please,” is all she says, doesn’t call him out because it’s sweet that he even tried. He counts off with his fingers as he recites the list.

“Raspberry leaf tea, dates, castor oil—” she grimaces, because that shit’s the worst “—acupressure, acupuncture, exercise.” He hesitates, looks a little uncomfortable, and she hiccups, gets pissed, takes a deep breath.

“Sweetie, honey,” she says, reaching out a hand for him, and he takes it, pats it awkwardly. Bless his heart. “You’re my partner, and I love you, but please spit it out.”

“Okay, uh. Nipple stimulation, and uh. Well. Sex.” Oh, yeah, the nipple thing they tried, but it felt like a restless cat trying to get comfortable on her chest, wasn’t sexy at all, so they didn’t try the rest. She snaps her fingers at Aaron like a douchebag asking for the waitress, wipes her face, hiccups again.

“Okay, we’re doing it, we’re doing that one. Sex me up.” Prentiss barks a laugh, and Spencer looks deeply disturbed. “Please can we go home now?”

“Uh, yes, we can,” Aaron begins, “but I’m not sure we should—” Nope, she’s not gonna listen to that bullshit. He hasn’t been pregnant for 42 fucking weeks.

“I love you, but shut up. Your dick put these things inside me, and your dick’s gonna get them out.” She moves to stand, and so does he, arms out like he’ll catch her if she starts to wobble. “I know I’m not sexy anymore with this gigantic stomach, but please please please just fuck me.” He closes his eyes, sighs like he regrets so much in life, and then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth. It makes her, like, instantly horny; she’d initiate sex right here if she thought she could get her pants off.

“You are as sexy as you’ve ever been,” he murmurs, hovering over her lips, “and I’m going to fuck you.” Sex this big sucks. Missionary is hilarious, doggy is uncomfortable, side by side seems okay but is actually kind of impractical. She feels betrayed.

Aaron helps her get on top of him—his dick is so hard it makes her feel really, really good about herself—and she’s more than okay with bouncing on him, but her belly bounces too, and it feels weird.

“Can you hold it?” she pants, and she takes the hair tie off her wrist and sweeps her hair into a ponytail because she’s sweating from all the position-shifting. “Just like, hold it.” She takes his hands and rests them on her enormous beach ball belly, sighs because it feels nice. “Good, yeah, thank you, let me try again.”

She braces herself against his thighs, rides him quickly, bucking hard—after about 15 years of wishing she had bigger breasts, she now despises hers, and therefore avoids them at costs, but she does manage to reach her clit, and she rubs it furiously as she moves atop him.

Aaron—who is so great, and sweet, who she loves so much—is all but useless, just holds her belly still and groans like he’s getting the best pussy of his lifetime, which she guesses maybe he is, because she wants these babies out and she’s well and truly desperate. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he grinds out, and his hands move to her thighs, squeezing hard, and she whines.

“No, no, do not come, don’t come.”

He comes.

An hour later, they try again, with her propped up on a pillow, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. The internet said this would work, and if it doesn’t, she’s prepared to let BoyMom282 fucking have it.

“Oh my god, yes, yes,” she moans, clutching at the sheets above her head, and Aaron’s hands feel so good on what remains of her waist as he pounds into her. “Fuck, yes, fuck me until your babies are ready, Aaron. Such a fucking man, knocking me up with two babies at once—you can help me get them out, can’t you, daddy?”

He groans long and loud, and she puts a hand on his, squeezes hard.

“Don’t. Come. I swear to god if you come inside me right now, it will be the last time you ever do it.”

He comes, but luckily for him, she comes first. “So, tell us which is which,” Garcia leads, visibly excited, and she leans back against Aaron’s body, looks at the sweet baby girl in his arms.

“This one is Camila,” she says, touching her teeny tiny little foot, “and Spencer’s holding Mia. Mia Clarita Hotchner Cortes—Clarita after my mother—and Camila Marie Hotchner Cortes.”

“Marie after my mother,” Aaron explains, and he puts an arm around her, which she snuggles happily against. “We’re just waiting for Jack—he should be here any minute.” Spencer hands Mia back to her, and she kisses her forehead.

“This is the best day of your mama’s life,” she coos, touching her soft, dark, fuzzy baby hair. Her heart swells. “I was going to become daddy’s next unsub if you little cuties didn’t vacate my uterus in a timely fashion.”

She can hear the squeak of Jack's shoes coming through the door, and she looks up at Aaron with a grin. When Jack comes around the bed and sees the girls, his eyes get big. “Whoa, are these my sisters?” Haley pops in behind him, and she smiles at them.

“Yeah, buddy, come here,” she says, gesturing for him with her free arm. “This is Mia, and this is Camila.”

“Gentle like we practiced,” Aaron reminds him when he reaches out to touch Camila’s face, and she and Haley both roll their eyes, then laugh.

“He knows, sweetie.” She watches their interaction with so much love, then brushes her fingers over Jack’s hair. “You’re going to be the best brother bear ever, aren’t you?” He looks up at her, grins; he’s missing a tooth just to the left of the front ones, and she’s obsessed with that little gap.

“Yep, I’m going to read them stories and share my toys and play with them at the park.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” Aaron says, leaning down to look into his eyes. “And so are we, buddy.” “And do you, Aaron Hotchner—”

“Da-ah-addy!” someone sobs—Mia, she mouths to Aaron across from her—and she sees JJ step out from behind her, trying to soothe her so they can proceed, but she’s not having any luck. Mia is a daddy’s girl, and the fact that she can see him, but she’s not in his arms, is like a mortal sin to her.

She gets it, she really does. She felt that way every day for two years.

When it’s obvious she’s not calming down, the officiant clears her throat and tries again, but Mia’s wailing just gets louder. Aaron smiles, shrugs.

“Sorry. It’s okay—here, Mia, daddy’s right here,” he assures, reaching out to take her from JJ, and he wipes her eyes, her red nose, and bounces her on his hip for a moment until she settles. She shoots them what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet glance and then turns around and asks for Camila; Emily hands her off with a big smile.

Aaron grins when she puts her on her hip, and he reaches behind him for his best man, Jack, encourages him to come forward so he’s standing between them. She smiles at him, touches his face, and nods at the officiant, who takes a deep breath and proceeds.

“Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” They opted not to write their own vows, because their vows are living, breathing things between them, three perfect little heartbeats. Anything more felt unnecessary.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” He does, so well she thinks she might get pregnant again, and then they each kiss their three babies, and she silently marvels over the fact that all it took was being clobbered over the head with a fire extinguisher for her life to end up this perfect. “Did you know that your chance of having a second set of fraternal twins jumps to 12% after you’ve had the first?” Spencer asks as they’re gathered in the briefing room one morning. She and Aaron are standing up front, pressed close together, nodding patiently. “And considering they run in your family, and that your brother has two sets of fraternal twins, I’d say that statistically the odds are more likely doubled.”

She looks over at Aaron, whose eyes are filled with love and awe and also some pretty sexy other things, and then pulls the ultrasound image out from the little envelope, holds it out for the team to see.

In unison, they answer, “We know.”

They get a package in the mail later that week: One Jack-sized t-shirt—Brother Bear #1—and two tiny t-shirts—Sister Bear #3 and Brother Bear #2. She and Aaron stop by the hospital to visit a friend after surgery and she can't resist walking past the maternity ward. Something about seeing all of those brand new, healthy, happy babies rejuvenates her after a tough case, and the one they'd finished up earlier in the week had been one of the toughest.

A woman comes to stand beside her as she looks at the babies, wearing sweatpants and a hospital gown—she's maybe 30, so just a few years younger—and she smiles brightly at the woman. "New mom?"

"Yeah, she's the one right there," the woman says with a grin, pointing to a sweetly sleeping little girl. "Isn't she perfect?"

"They're all perfect," she sighs, "but she is very beautiful. Congratulations." The woman's smile turns warmer, softer.

"Thank you. Do you have any children?" She's so wrapped up in the dreamy haze of little babies wiggling their toes that she almost doesn't hear the question.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, five of them: Adrian, Isabella, Mia, Camila, and Jack." The woman's eyes go extremely wide, and she laughs, because she's so very used to that. Aaron steps up on her other side, wraps an arm around her waist.

"Thought I might find you here," he says, and he smiles politely at the woman, who's looking like she may never open her legs again. "Can't resist looking at the babies."

"I just love babies," she says sweetly, and she stretches up for a kiss. "Do you ever think we should have another, just to even it out?"

"Hmm. Yes, but knowing us, they'll be twins again, so it's probably best we stick with five." He bends for another kiss, and she pulls him close; when she remembers where they are, she pulls back, to shoot the new mom a sheepish smile, but she's already gone. She sighs.

"Fair enough. But do you want to go home and practice anyway?"

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader #dad bod hotch #something stupid #third time's the charm... kept messing this post up

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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Good morning from rainy old England again! 💙 First of all, I’m so excited for all the up coming pieces of work that are going to come from your sweet Husbands birthday session! Thank you so much for doing this for us 💙🥰 You’ve given us work like this before; but what would happen if one day Flip came home after a bad day of work and just needed some love from his wife? Nothing crazy, maybe just her asking if he needs and hug and him swan diving into her arms or something? Doesn’t have to be heavy or angsty, just our sweet old Mr and Mrs Zimmerman showing each other some love 🥺

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this is! I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

1k, cw: mention of baby zimmerman, mostly just flip being a grouch lol

You smell him, before you see him. The moment he opens the door, an unfamiliar waft of tobacco hits your nose, and for a split second, you panic that it might not be your husband at all, until you hear the familiar curse under his breath as he drops his keys, and you smile.

“Honey? I’m home.” Flip calls from the foyer in the way that he does every day when he arrives at a decent hour, but even still, right away you can sense something’s off.

And you’re right, because as you round the corner to greet your lumberjack, he looks more surly than usual. He’s got a scowl set deep into his forehead, his lips tugged down into a firm frown. With a soft smile, you extend a hand for him and he takes it happily, lets himself be tugged into the kitchen where something hot and fresh is waiting for him.

“Rough day?” You ask even though you know the answer is yes, “You look like you’re going to kill something.”

“I fuckin’ feel like I want to.” Flip groans a little, sees his son sitting happily in his high chair playing with cheerios on the little tray in front of him, and gets over himself. “Just a lot of bullshit, one stupid fuckin’ thing after another.”

Picking the baby up, the boy’s bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he bursts into happy giggles, the kind that Flip’s never sure whether or not the baby is making fun of him, or just glad to see him. You always tease that it’s both, but either way, he smooches the boy right on his dimples in greeting, and sets him back down on his chair.

“Want to tell me about it?” You watch the interaction fondly from the fridge where you hand him a beer, one that he takes gratefully.

Flip wasn’t much of a talker around other people, he was observant more than anything, preferred to sit and watch from the sidelines, absorbing information like a sponge. It’s what made him such a great detective – he was stoic, and composed, and more or less a fly on the wall.

Except for when he’s just around you, in which case you’d be hard pressed to get him to shut up.

“Well first of fuckin’ all, someone parked in my goddamn spot. I’ve had the same parking spot for seven years at this fuckin’ station and someone decided to park there. New kid, Jones? Rookie didn’t know any better so I let it go. But then, the guy used my mug – you know the one I keep in the rec room? So now the kid’s officially on my shit list.”

Flip rambles on and on, listing off the things that he can remember in the moment.

“I had a meeting with Trapp where he basically told me and Ron we’ve got to push harder with the case because the FBI is going to get involved which is always such a fucking pain in the ass and we need to finish our work before they take over and have jurisdiction. And on top of all of that, I’m out of fuckin’ cigarettes at the office.”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought you some.” Eyes widening, you feel for him. You knew Flip has been a smoker since he was thirteen and had no plans to start quitting anytime soon, and you also knew how big of a bitch he could be when he has to go without them.

Flip scrubs a hand over his face and shrugs, “I didn’t want to bother you, I bummed a couple off of Jimmy but he smokes Marlboro and you know how much I fuckin’ hate Marlboro.”

“I did think you smelled off.” You tease then, wanting to try and get him in a lighter mood. “I got worried for a sec, thought you might be sneakin’ off to another woman.”

“As if you’re not too much to handle as it is!” Flip scoffs, before rounding the kitchen table and pulling you into a tight hug, attacking your throat with bites that have you squirming out of his grip with a grin.

“Bullshit, you like that I’m high maintenance.” You wink at him, dancing just out of his reach, making him hunt after you, long legs making that job easier.

“Yeah I do.” He catches you, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You get the hint, and loop your arms over his strong shoulders, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and twirling it between your fingers as he calms down, asking, “Kiss me a little?”

Flip hopes that his son is still working on those cheerios as he tips your chin up and captures your mouth with his. Almost at once you can feel the tension slip out of his body, he sighs out a long held breath of relief, finally back in your arms. It really was the best place for him to be, for everyone’s sake.

As your tongues slide against one another, eyes closed, lashes brushing against your cheek as your noses bump together, somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for Flip’s coworkers – you can only imagine the state he had been in all day.

“Next time call me, I’ll bring you smokes.” You pat at his chest when the kiss ends, and Flip nods appreciatively.

“God what the fuck would I do without you?” Flip asks dreamily, pinching at your ass as you step away from him.

Flip follows you, because Flip doesn’t really do much else when he’s home other than follow you around and bug you all day long.

“Die probably.” You throw over your shoulder as you check to make sure the baby is okay.

“Yeah, probably.” He agrees with a knowing nod, which makes you laugh, which in turn makes the baby laughs, and Flip can’t help but think how fuckin’ glad he is to be home.

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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reader and Ransom babysitting all their grandchildren? DA AU ?

We won't do ALL their grandchildren, but the ones that have been mentioned. So the ones you know about are Posie, Otto, and Aster's daughter, Eliana. I also add their last names in the tags 😉

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Calm Your Tits

Summary: You and Ransom babysit your 3 grandbabies

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: None just mild talk about jumping on the bed, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 550

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Papa & Mimi’s Grandbabies

Ransom huffs out air, flopping down on a lounge chair outside. He doesn't remember his kids being so...active. Never stopping or slowing down. He's also not sure how the two of you got roped into watching all three grandchildren.

Posie, the mother hen, is calm enough, although a bit bossy with her two younger cousins. Only seven months separate Otto and Eliana. Posie, snaps her finger and demands that the two sit down. "You two need to stop. Look at papa, he's tired," their eyes trail over to Ransom who is trying not to laugh.

"Mimi is making lunch, but you need to just..."

"Calm your tits," Ransom's gruff voice tells them. Otto gasps, but Ellie's hand covers her mouth as she giggles. "Was I not supposed to say that?" you walk out, carrying the bento boxes of lunch for the kids.

"You cussing in front of the babies?"

"Papa said me and Ellie need to cawm ouw tits. What does...what does that mean?" Otto's large round eyes stare up at you, blinking wide, and you just pick up that little boy to give him a big smooch. So much of him reminds you of your little Bladey. Even his speech impediment is so much like your sons. "Mimi! Daddy and mommy said they got to make me a sister. How do you make a sister?"

Ransom snorts, while you set the three kids down at the table. "Well..."

"Dis...is dis a jumping on the bed thing, Papa?" Ellie is the one that looks at Ransom. "My mommy and Beck they want a baby," Ransom shakes his head no at the little girl but she nods yes giggling. "Beck needs a baby."

Otto's face turns up at Eliana, "Why you call him dat? Why don't you call him daddy?"

"Because he's not my dad and...and him and mommy aren't married. Mimi should I call Beck daddy?"

"You call Beck whatever you want to Ellie Belly. Posie, come here baby," Posie had been giving a bit of a pout. "What's wrong?"

"They want babies, and mom is about to have two, and I don't want two babies."

"Your mom was a twin," Ransom tells his oldest grandbaby, as she crawls into his lap. She quickly blows air out of her nose, and leans into to bite his sandwich. "Uh huh. I see. Twins aren't so bad. There's just two."

"Good advice papa. I know what twins are."

"All your parents are going to keep jumping on the bed, and we're going to have babies everywhere," Ransom leans to give Posie a kiss to her temple, and you just can't stop your tongue.

"Next is Blade. And Lucy," his face turns so fast to you.

"Nope. Lucy is never leaving the estate. Plus I don't know of anyone that could put up with Little Lucifer. Not long enough to have a baby."

He's so ridiculous sometimes, "Ran. It takes one time."

"What about Bladey?"

"Bwade can't have a baby, because I'm his buddy."

"That's right little man. Bladey doesn't need a baby, because he has all the babies he could want right here," you give your husband a smug smirk.

"If you only knew, woman. You would prefer him to have the one woman."

"Do not. Talk about my baby."

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mefiman · 3 years ago

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Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne��s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #my art #ocs #baronjitsu #a teeny bit mentioned

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