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kittehkwrites · 4 years ago

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Cranky

Summary: Erik does not understand the importance of nap-time.

Warnings: Fluff, dad!Erik, Soft!erik

Before your son was born you thought you’d be the mother of a momma’s boy or somethin... Boy were you wrong.

From in the womb, your baby boy would only calm down at the sound of his father’s timber voice.

“Aye lil man, yo momma’s tired right now and you doin all that kickin is keeping her up.” He’d say all serious but you couldn't help but smile at how he was acting and he followed on with “i’m gonna need you to bring it down a few notches” At that, your son would kick back at his father’s hand and the look on Erik’s face was too funny.

it had your stomach shaking and the little boy inside you pushing his hands and feet inside of you so that you could both feel and see his clear displeasure at being told to relax.

“Don’t get fresh lil boy.” You had to let a little ‘oop’ out when his voice got deeper and your thighs clenched up since it’s been a while. Ain’t his fault, the doctor just said to lay off it since the last time you guys went “a bit rough” and they didn’t want to chance an early birth.

The baby relaxed the same way you did when he used his authoritative tone.

“That’s right lil man.” He said after feeling the baby calm down at his command. He was smiling at you when he caught your eyes and you smiled back when he started to caress the bump caring your “future prince” as he’d always call him, since Erik stated he was the King and you’re his Queen so ‘lil man’ is the prince.

“Erik. You better make it up to him before he takes it out on me.”

“You lucky.” He said with a look like ‘what you think this is?’ But he saw your stern face and he remembered the nights of discomfort increasing since the baby was getting closer and he didn’t like you being in pain or uncomfortable during what was supposed to be a beautiful moment so he did what he could in hopes it’d pacify the baby for the night.

“Aye baby boy”- you always thought it was cute when he said that-” you know daddy loves you, right?” He pulled back from the close proximity to your stomach, waiting for the little hand or footprint to press against his large hand.

“Right?” He would look to you and you’d rub your underbelly to get the baby to respond to his now pouting father. You're convinced your baby inherited his attitude from, which would mean he’d be bratty from time to time because they can’t handle restrictions to their freedom.

“Come on baby boy. Daddy’s out here pouting”- He shoved you a bit and you just let out a bit of a scoff before continuing- “and momma can’t sleep with y’all fighting at each other” A little more rubbing and your little boy was pushing out his foot to meet the spot in which both you and your husbands hands were sat on your underbelly.

“I love you lil man. Can’t wait to meet you when you get here.” And with that, he’d put a little kiss on your belly before coming up to you, hands still on your stomach and fingers still brushing against the stretch marks that laid on the sides of your belly, and give you a soft kiss that gave you the same sparks as the first time you both kissed.

“I love you too baby.” He said before pecking your lips “don't forget it.” He said before turning off the bedside lamp and then laying behind you before letting sleep take over the both of you.

That was approximately 8 months ago.

The baby is now 6 months and your husband was a damn hog.

“Erik! Give me my baby!”

You and your husband have been playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with you son, Erik initiating the game after you wanted to put the baby down for a nap before heading to your parents house for family day.

“He’s mines too” He’d call out quickly before turning back to your son in his hands, continuing to make faces at the little boy and getting squeals of joy from the little body.

“Not for long you shit!” You huffed out as you started to make your way up the stairs, following the baby laughs. You were just tired and your husband wanted to annoy you, as you were convinced no man would keep the baby up for this long and not want to pass off their child to the mother.

“He needs to sleep or else he’ll be cranky and I already have to deal with you! I don’t need to be dealing with the both of y’all at once, plus my family members coming up to me afraid to ask you what’s wrong or tell me how to raise my baby!” You continued, finally approaching the two bodies located in your husbands office.

He gave you a look as he saw your slightly angered and annoyed expression, but he didn’t care.

He had has lil man and his momma could stay mad, he thought.

“Babe. It’ll be alright. He don’t give no trouble, right lil man? Tell yo momma to go lay down before she pops a vessel.” He said in that ‘baby’ voice that annoyed the crap out of you but you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow up at the nonsense spewing from your husbands mouth.

So you nodded your head, went over to the baby and checked his diaper before kissing him on the forehead and making your way out of the room.

He don’t even know.

Just as you said, so it happened.

You guys reached your family gathering and guess what happened within the first 20 minutes of greetings from aunts, uncles, grandparents and such?

If you guessed a cranky baby, then you were very right.

“Baby?” You ignored your husband who now had his signature stoic expression placed on his face, but it slowly formed into a confused scowl at the jerky limbs and loud hollering coming from the sleepy child who, may I remind you, ‘don’t give no trouble.’, according to your big headed husband.

“Baby? Your so-”

“-oh now he's my son? i thought you had that covered? Correct me if i'm wrong but didn't you say he didn't give any trouble?” You were making sure he’d hear the judgement in your voice at his foolish comments made earlier.

“Yea bu-”

“-but nothin. Handle it before he ‘pops a vessel’” You said before seeing one of your favourite cousins and going to them, leaving your husband in a state of confusion while your son just wanted to sleep.

This went on for another 15 mins before your cousin and a couple other relatives came over and asked what erik did to the baby.

You simple said “He wouldn’t let me put the baby down for a nap.” which resulted in a few head shakes and inhales from the surrounding bodies, knowing that a nap could be the best thing for the baby and the parent.

“Girl go help that man. He probably over there trying to give the baby commands like some drill sergeant.”

“Don’t do my man like that” You couldn’t help but laugh at the way they all saw erik as this military man but to you he would always be your big softie, especially after the birth of your son. He just showed his love differently than others and you didn’t fault him for it.

You waited another two minutes before gulping down the rest of the juice in your cup before heading to your husband and distressed baby.

“Alright papa. Momma’s hear. I know, i know. Daddy doesn’t have the magic touch huh? Maybe he’ll listen to me won't he? wont he? That’s right. Come on papa, nap time.” You said, taking him out the grasp of your husband after washing your hands in the kitchen sink and drying them off once you reached to the two inside.

You checked his diaper and it was dry, probably changed before you got here since your husband probably thought he had a soiled diaper. You also saw the half empty bottle of milk in the baby bag near where you were seated on the couch and chalked it up to your husband attempting to silence the cries of the infant.

You had placed him on your legs once you got comfortable on the couch. Fingers running over his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose and back up to his forehead and ears in the soothing motion. Within 5 minutes he was sleeping and your husband couldn’t be happier.

“Baby”

“Yes mr know-it-all” You responded smartly, not taking your eyes off the small body in your lap.

“Don’t get smart now.” You had to refrain from clenching your thighs together and looked at your husband with challenging eyes.

You saw him deflate slightly once he remembered he was in the wrong.

“I’ll listen next time.” You let out a little hum and turned back to your son in your lap.

You just sat in awe at the life you created with the man next to you. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realise your husband had grabbed your chin softly before turning your face to his, placing the sweetest, most gentle kiss on your lips that left you weak once he pulled back.

“I love you” He said. That glint in his deep eyes made you swoon like it had when you first met him at the black owned coffee shop near the outreach centre.

“I love you too” You said softly before smiling at the grin that broke out on his face after knowing you weren’t so mad with him.

Hey y’all!

Hope your week started off alright and that you’ve enjoyed your weekend😊

This is the main account that i’ll be posting on in regards to my written work because i couldn’t interact as i wanted to on my side-blog.

But I won’t be deleting anything on that blog, im just moving over to this one.

Let me know what you thought of this soft imagine and who you’d like me to write for or just ask me anything😁

Remember to like, share and/or comment and be safe!

Love y’all and thanks for the support.

-K💜

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Afternoon Calls

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Sparkling Embers Series Part Two

Pairing: Hellhound!Javi G x Half-Pixie f!Reader Series Rating: M Warnings: Mentions of delivery complications

Word Count: 2.8K

[AO3]

You couldn’t help but smile as you sat nestled in the branches of your sun-pearl tree with Ellemire laying against your chest, today Kirial had a healer’s appointment and Iggy had asked for you to watch over the infant, you knew that Cage and the others would’ve been fine to watch her but the baby had been in a cranky mood recently so nobody wanted to take any chances. One hand on her back kept her close and secure, rubbing casually as you had a book levitating in front of you, and your other hand was mostly behind your head to prevent the bark from digging into your hair and scalp.

There was one week to go before the next shipment would come up from Ezra but you knew Javi had been in touch with the dark elf about making sure there were no problems with the shipment getting flagged at customs, in just a month the council would be meeting with several ambassadors of the lesser demons that lived in Se’Kvia to hear them out about needing access to the outlawed ingredients for medicinal purposes.

Even if the amounts were regulated it would prevent so much pain and suffering, the lesser demons moving out of Iocrethran to Yeonnran were susceptible to a strange variety of illnesses that they had no working vaccines for and those spell ingredients were necessary until the healers and apothecarians were able to come up with a more permanent solution.

Someone said your name and you glanced down to see Gabriela smiling up at you, the personal assistant to Javi was a sweet woman and one of the first friends you had made here at the villa, she had a prepared bottle and a tray of fruit skewers with your favorite yogurt dip.

“Oh, you didn’t have to bring this out Gabriela.” The tray levitated with a twitch of your fingers and Ellemire’s little nose twitched before she stirred from sleep at the scent of warm milk and fruit, a few pieces of banana were set aside for her specifically.

“You looked comfortable so I figured I’d save you the trouble, I have to get back inside but Javier asked me to remind you about tonight’s film night.” Weekly the villa would all get together in the yard, the projector set up to play against one of the smooth white walls after the sun went down, and everyone would just sit together outside if the weather was good and watch some movie together. Recently it had been children’s films, due to Ellemire’s presence, but you hardly minded the way everyone was quick to accept and welcome the infant into the fold.

It was kind of cute and just another quirky thing about the people you worked with.

“Thanks Brie, you’d think he wouldn’t feel the need to remind me every week.” The two of you shared a soft laugh.

“Señor Gutierrez just wants to make sure you’re there, he favors your company most.” A rush of heat flooded your face and Ellemire let out a needy squeal as she woke from her nap fully, your lips twisting slightly at the wording of that statement, and Gabriela disappeared before you could try to ask her what she meant by it or accuse her of teasing you.

As you fed Ellemire her bottle you enchanted the skewers so that you could eat too, the baby eagerly drinking down her milk, so you made sure a cloth was handy even with her fancy bib on. Today Kirial had put the baby into the one of many onesies that Javi had purchased for the little one, it made you smile knowing he’d been that quick to help Iggy and his wife, and you adjusted the fancy bib as a bit of formula dribbled down the baby’s face. The red and white striped pattern had little corn kernels on the front and one single piece of popcorn and said ‘the one that popped’ in some cutesy script.

“I can’t believe he got this for you, Elle.” The baby didn’t know, or care, but Iggy had gone redder than a chili pepper while Kirial howled with laughter when she’d seen it; just another reminder that for all his smiles, cheer, and genuinely polite nature Javi wasn’t some naive person with a tame sense of humor. It made your face warm again but you shook that away before any thoughts could really take root.

You weren't ashamed of the budding crush you had on the hellhound at all, if anything Javi had proven to be a good man with each passing day, but that didn't mean you were going to make a move on him either. He was stubborn and until the council made it legal for him to transport specific materials he wasn't ever going to put you, or anyone else, at risk of being locked up for nearly as long as his exile.

Right now you knew that asking him for anything would result in a gentle refusal and you wanted to make sure that you were entirely sure he’d accept before putting your heart out there for him. But looking down at Ellemire with her button nose, wiry dark hair tipped in rusty red, you did let your mind run free with daydreams.

A cry of yours and the baby’s name had you smiling some time later, Kirial's eyes were bright as she took the baby from you with Iggy close by her side, and you smiled at the pair as they fawned over Ellemire and coddled their little one with apologies for being gone.

"Good news at the healer, I hope?" Kirial nodded and you relaxed more as you smiled with relief flooding your heart, the prognosis had been hovering too long in between good and bad for her recovery but having access to the best healers in the city and on Ostrea in general certainly helped matters. Javi had thrown his money around the second he found out that Kirial wasn’t doing well following the birth.

"Stitches are out and the internal tears are not scar tissue like we feared, but they did insist on a C-Section if I choose to have another baby.” You nodded and watched her adjust her hold on the baby as Iggy smiled at the pair of them so softly, it was sweet and you truly hoped that eventually they wouldn’t have to worry at all about the risks involved with Javi’s work.

“I think tonight Javier wants to watch Paddington 2.” Iggy’s remark made you giggle behind your hand, it was a favorite and had become very frequently played since Ellemire’s birth, the man truly just wanted everyone to be able to spend time together as often as possible without it being for work or something business related. Choosing quieter and calmer movies had been an unexpected move, things that were gentler with less bloodshed and gore or implied sex, but now that you knew Javi better it just made sense.

As you watched them go, so that Kirial could nap with the baby and Iggy could finish up the house work before movie time, it was the chime of your phone that made you pause and glance at the device. The very specific ring tone selected sending a shiver down the length of your spine as you unlocked the device, feeling like your blood turned to ice at the name of the text sender. Your teeth sank into your lip nervously before you were tucking your phone away, a wave of your hand had the trash and dishes levitating to the kitchen on their own, and you felt bad for ignoring Cage’s greeting as you rushed to your room.

Once the door was closed behind you the phone was back out, translating the Uhi language that it had been sent in, your heart hammering in your chest as you sat on the end of your bed and swallowed the sudden tightness in your throat. You couldn’t tell Javi anything, he’d probably fire you faster than you could even remotely try to explain yourself, but finding a valid reason to just disappear off to Aestoran for a month around the holiday was… it was going to need some finessing.

Citing a family emergency would only make him worry and ask for daily updates, if you opted the route of a vacation he would definitely try to weasel his way into joining you for at least a week and then reduce your already light workload because he would assume you requesting a month of time away meant you were feeling overworked -and he was a darling for it but you already felt guilty since being the villa house fey was one of the easiest things you’d done in your life- so those options were out.

But coming clean? He would understand your need to make a name and life of your own without any shadow of a doubt, inheriting his father’s entire operation and transforming it had been no easy effort on his part after all, but you were just scared. You loved being casual and friendly and close with everyone here, the nicknames and rough housing and teasing, so having it all change was something you wanted to avoid.

“Libélula? Are you alright? Cage said you looked upset.” Javi’s voice rang through the door and your eyes jerked up as you stared at the ornate barrier, tongue rubbing against the back of your teeth before turning your phone over and opening the door for him with your magic as you leaned back on your hands.

“Ah, I’m okay, just got news that my family wants to have a reunion at the Yule Festival on Uhica. My- I’ve got a grandmother in El’Anasaar, they want to spend the month together and I was trying to psych myself up to ask for that long away without you trying to reduce my workload.” Half-truths, you decided, would be the best way to go about it. He was getting almost everything so the guilt wasn’t nearly as bad. It was still there but you were trying to buy yourself time.

Javi’s eyes practically began to glow with excitement as he nodded rapidly, while it was true he and his family had a complex relationship the hellhound hardly tried to stand in the way of you or the other staff members when it came to your families, but his open care was what made him so quick to become invested so quickly.

“You never have to fear me refusing you, Libélula, if you wish to spend the holiday with your family I would move the sky to make sure you could. You are certain we do not ask too much of you?” It was easy to understand his hesitance since you’d never really planned to get involved in the smuggling, you’d found out on accident, but by that point you were so happy here that you were willing to ignore the immediate instinct to go to the SIEA and instead listen.

Javi’s eyes were bright with nerves and you could only nod before patting the bed beside you, the man hesitating still but choosing to sit instead of stare down at you, and Javi chuckled when you reached up to brush a loose curl from his forehead. His crooked smile softened a little as he nudged you gently, a tease.

“I’m your boss, Libélula, but I am also your friend. I will always have your pack.” When you snorted softly and shook your head, quietly correcting him with a soft “back” whispered in the space between you both, the hellhound shrugged and you couldn’t help but nudge him back. It was comfortable the way you and him could just be, this was the thing you didn’t want to lose.

“I’m going to go talk movie snacks with Dahlia, I think I want popcorn drizzled with hot honey and cinnamon.” You got up and Javi was quick to follow, the demon was always quick to respect the space of everyone here and you being out of your room meant he wasn’t going to be there when you got back.

After a five minute chat with Dahlia you tucked yourself away into the theater room since everything was being set up for an outdoor movie tonight, the large seats and dim lighting made it easier to stay hidden away from prying eyes as you typed out the reply to the message that had basically ripped the rug out from under your feet.

By the time you managed to shake your funk it was almost time to meet outside, you managed to hide your turmoil fairly well if the fact that neither Kirial or Dahlia picked up on it was an indicator, and as you sat down on the outdoor couch you found yourself laughing when Cage raced out with bags upon bags of licorice and Javi stormed after him growling. No doubt he’d sent Cage for toffees and caramels, it was no secret that the man was weak for a rich soft caramel candy, and Javi took his place beside you as Dahlia handed you the honey and cinnamon coated popcorn you asked for.

Javi turned on the film, Paddington 2 was a villa favorite since Ellemire didn’t immediately start screaming and crying from noise or flashy lights, and the baby gurgled as Iggy held her against his chest while Kirial leaned against her husband. It was so domestic you were almost jealous, they were a good pair and apparently childhood sweethearts, but they were another reason you tried so hard to protect Javi from the SIEA at all costs.

Losing Javi would be devastating enough, the idea of him being banished back to Iocrethran and forced to earn his way back to Yeonnran made your heart wrench, but everyone here would be heavily questioned and likely slapped with a punishment since the Se’Kvia governing bodies were still heavily prejudiced toward lesser demons and dark elves and necromancers.

“Libélula, may I?” Javi gestured to your popcorn and you tilted the bucket, grinning as his eyes began to glow from the hint of heat and sweet and warm cinnamon and you nodded when he looked back at you. Sharing popcorn or snacks with him wasn’t uncommon but when he took a few kernels and held them in front of your mouth you felt the warmth creep up your face before parting your lips and making sure avoid your tongue touching his fingers at all.

But he pulled his hand back slow, your lips catching around the tips of his fingers, and you felt him shiver beside you. The two of you locked gazes briefly but the slow heat in your veins was becoming a simmer at the way his eyes held yours, only looking away when Ellemire squealed and your heart raced in your chest. But you couldn’t let your heart win here, you had to make sure the next shipment went through customs with no problems and that the SIEA didn’t try to raid the contents before you or Cage could get the illegal stuff out of the boxes.

After the movie ended you retreated to your room, before they could notice you were not okay, and you stared at your phone with as it lit up to indicate an incoming call. You checked your door carefully and locked it after a moment’s hesitation before answering the incoming call.

“Plenaire, is there something the matter?”

“We have your paperwork completed and an escort will be waiting at the portal for your arrival.”

“Why must I have an escort if I’m portaling directly to Uhica?”

“You know better than to ask that, Princess. The Queen wishes me to extend her gratitude for accepting the invitation to this year’s Yule celebrations.”

“Oh yes, my great-grandmother was so very kind to do so.”

“You have been missed among the Court, Princess, many Lords and Ladies look forward to your return.”

“My visit will last the month and then I’m coming back to Ostrea, Plenaire, I am not returning to live in Uhica.”

“We are- I do not understand why you’d choose to live amidst that world but that is not my choice to make for you Princess. I shall inform the Ambassador to be waiting at the portal for your return to Se’Kvia when the celebrations have concluded.”

You exhaled and relented, the call ending very shortly after, and your eyes took in the dark shadows around your room.

They wouldn’t ever understand that you fell in love with a lesser demon, that you were happy away from the court and family that had always treated you as less, and all you could do was try to make sure that you didn’t cause a political scandal in El’Anasaar that would prevent you from coming home.

But first you had to survive the next shipment of goods and you didn’t hesitate to activate your mirror link to talk with Ezra, all parties would need to be prepared for the SIEA’s possible interference.

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specialmindz · 4 years ago

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“Mmm *POMP!* this some good milk, Snas,” said Papyrus, shuffling around in his brother’s makeshift backpack. It wasn’t very comfortable, but as long as he didn’t have to crawl…

“eh, i prefer hot chocolate myself,” replied Sans. “glad you like your milk baby bro, i was worried about how it’d do in the microwave cause’ of all the chemicals, but you’re not dead yet so…”

“Daddy say is okay to put mah super milk in da’ mikeywave…or is I baby guinea pig?” Papyrus narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“guinea pigs are cute pap!”

“…”

Sans blew on his hot chocolate for what seemed like the sixth time. He didn’t put his drink in the microwave like Papyrus’s, he preferred to use boiled water as the cold weather of Snowdin usually cooled it off without him having to do anything.

Today though, they weren’t going to Snowdin, plans had changed.

Alphys had always had a messy workspace, but the Nursery, according to her, was in worse shape. FAR worse shape. She didn’t mind the broken toys scattered everywhere seeing as it wasn’t her room, but the fact that the toys came from the Dump meant they smelled terrible. Sans and the rest of the family were either nose-blind to it, or simply didn’t care, but Alphys couldn’t stand it. She complained weekly about the stench, claiming it was getting worse and worse, seeping from underneath the Nursery door and distracting her from work, but no one would do anything about it.

Today, SHE took the initiative and decided to spray the Nursery with every air freshener they had, making it impossible and even dangerous to sleep in the room; that meant that not only did they have to find a new place to sleep, but Baby Papyrus also missed his nap.

Not good.

“You an idiot,” mumbled the cranky infant, unhappy to be a baby guinea pig.

“whatever.”

“Lazy idiot stink head with stupid broke gloves…”

“heh ha! they’re not broke pappy, that’s how they’re SUPPOSED to look. these are fingerless gloves,” explained Sans, hoping to laugh away his irritation. Papyrus wasn’t having it though.

“Your gloves dumb like you.”

“they’re not dumb! i think they make me look cool…”

“They make you look homeless. I half aspect you to be shaking a tin can around, asking for monies.”

“Screw you, Papyrus.”

“Is I your bindle, big Buther? You’s supposed to carry me on a stick…”

“SHUT UP, PAPYRUS.”

“Can you do da’ har-mon-ica? Pay a song for the baby.”

The young comedian quickened his pace towards the Resort Area. “i’ll pay you a beating, you keep mouthing off,” mumbled Sans under his breath.

“Ooooh, Buther think he tough now cause’ he gots biker gloves! Nyeh heh heh, what gang you from, Snas? Pussies of Anarchy? Renegade Rejects?”

San didn’t reply, he merely pushed open the doors of the Resort and went inside, not wanting to travel all the way to Snowdin’s hotel or teleport whilst carrying his brother in a bag rather than his arms. He knew for a fact that anything touching his body would travel with him, but what about the things that weren’t? Or the things he wasn’t holding on to purposely?

It’s not like I’ve ever lost anything in my pockets when I take my shortcuts, but I still don’t feel comfortable with something so precious in such a flimsy bag…

“Harlem’s Asshats?”

Hm…maybe “precious” isn’t the right word to use for Pap.

Sans grimaced as Papyrus continued to complain and come up with more insulting gang names. He himself was a complainer when HE didn’t get enough sleep, but Papyrus?

“Big-butted Bums of Bloomington!”

His brother REALLY sucked when he missed his nap. He was loud, angry, and mean. Babies weren’t supposed to miss their daily naps and baby bones already had hot tempers to begin with…

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

The Receptionist, a monster with a giant hand in place of her head, tapped her red painted nails on the counter impatiently, a strange sight for those who weren’t used to seeing it. “Do you need a room you two?”

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

“No, I needs a doctor cause’ Snas give me irradiated milk!” Papyrus tried to point his finger accusingly at his brother, but found it next to impossible in his current position, so instead he threw his bottle on the ground.

“NYEH!”

CAP, CAP!

It bounced along the tile floor, empty despite his whining, and rolled to a stop before a janitor, who kindly picked it up. “Ah-hawww, looks like you’ve got a fussy baby on your hands!” chuckled the employee, returning the bottle.

CAP, CAP, CAP!

“HAHAHAHA!”

“PAPYRUS! i’m so sorry sir-”

“Oh, don’t be, it’s what I get paid for after all! It’s best you get that little guy to bed though…”

“NOT TIRED!”

Sans took the bottle from the janitor and put it in his pocket. Even if his brother were telling the truth, he knew the Lying Font was still going to ACT tired, and a tired baby was a cranky baby. For Papyrus, a missed nap was all the excuse in the world to be a douche, and Sans would rather fork over 400g then listen to his crap.

Lucky for us, children get discounts.

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

“STOP HEADBUTTING DA’ TABLE NAIL LADY! IF AZZY NOT ALLOWED TO, YOU NOT ALLOWED TO!”

“E-excuse me?”

“just ignore him, miss-”

“When Azzy be small like me, he used to headbutt the desk. You not remember Nail-Lady? You was all like, ‘STOP ATTACKING THE DESK GOAT-BABY!’ and Moo-Mom say, ‘HOW DARE YOU YELL AT MAH BABY LIKE DAT!?’ and then Fluffy Buns say ‘settle down now ladies, is not that serious,” said Papyrus, voice acting each line. He’d been doing that a lot as of late, trying to “perfect his mimicry for when he got big” and by extension, he ended up disturbing those unfortunate enough to hear him. Asgore’s loud booming voice coming from such a small baby was…eerie…and it was even worse when he decided to imitate Sans...

The receptionist doesn’t have a face, but I bet she’s as uncomfortable as I am right now.

…

How do I get bro to stop talking though?

“…Then you got all mad Nail-Lady and say ‘HE DO DIS ERYTIME HE HERE! WHY YOU CAN’T CONTROL YO’ KID? ERYBODY ELSE CONTROL THEIR KID! YOU THINK JUST CAUSE’ YOU THE KING YOU CAN DESTROY? NOT ERYBODY WICH LIKE YOU!”

“…I actually DO remember,” said the receptionist. “Someone, who used to do that. Yes…there was a small child with an entitled mother who used to headbutt and jump atop the furniture…”

Who was that?

“Yep! I’s there too with Chara, so I knows! You and the Moo Lady used to argue about discounts-”

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” the woman suddenly remembered. “There was a woman who claimed she should only have to pay the regular 400g because you weren’t her child and THEN she got upset when I AGREED and asked you for 200g-”

“HOW YOU GONNA ASK A BABY FOR MONIES? BABIES SHOULD GET IN FREE! YOU DOESN’T EVEN GOTS CWIBS!”

“That’s EXACTLY how it went, every single time. It was always the same argument.” The monster, who prided herself on her professionalism, could feel herself getting angry all over again, her old forgotten hatred bubbling to the surface. She couldn’t stand the Royal Family. The Entitled Mother, the Spinless Husband, the Destructive Child…and if she recalled, the human they adopted was an actual thief…

“Yep, and Chara was all like ‘don’t be a bitch, bitch’ and da’ Cow Lady say ‘I agwees, but I doesn’t ah-pea-ciate yo’ language my child,’ and Chara go ‘I was talking to youuuu-”

“hey pap-”

“Fluffy Buns smacked them right on the butt! It was funny.”

“Yes…Chara was their name…the thieving human who kept getting in trouble with security. They would go into other people’s rooms and take their things like it was okay and the mother-”

“She say, ‘Oh Chara just curious, you should be more patient wit yo’ customers! Da’ world of monsters be new to them ya’ know? They just a child…!”

“…”

Sans didn’t know how she was doing it, but he could have sworn he heard growling coming from the woman’s direction.

“ha ha…hey uh, bro? let’s just get us a room already, yeah? i’m sure the receptionist here is busy-”

“TWO WOOMS PEAS!” yelled the infant. “One for the baby and one for the Pussy of Anarchy.”

“damnit pap…!”

“Very well, that’ll be 400g then.”

Glaring over his shoulder, Sans forked over the money and headed to their room. “now bro, there are other people in this resort so try not to be a dick, alright? we need to be quiet-”

“WAIT SNAS!” the baby bones picked himself up out of the bag with his wingdings. “I gots to visit the fountain real quick.”

“Oh uh, please don’t urinate in the fountain,” said the receptionist raising a finger. “The rooms have toilets in them.”

“I’s not a gross peepee-baby Nail-Lady, don’t you know a cute widdle skelly when you sees one? I’s looking for coins-”

“Absolutely not!” cried the woman, her tone taking a sudden turn. “This fountain is a memorial to…someone. It is strictly forbidden to gather the coins within, read the sign!” The monster pointed at a sign that said “Stay Out of the Fountain.” Apparently, people were so desperate, they were stealing G from the memorial…

“I NEEDS EM’ TO PAY SNAS BACK!” yelled Papyrus, wondering how much 200g was.

“READ. THE. SIGN. THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!” she replied, shouting just as loud. Clearly theft was a daily problem for her.

“heh heh, you don’t need to pay me back lil’ bro, thanks though.”

That was…unexpectedly sweet.

“I’s not a deadbeat big Buther…also, I can’t reads so dat sign don’t apply to me.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS!”

“you do too know how to read, quit your lying pap,” said Sans chuckling.

“I’s not lying, I’s a baby and babies don’t read. Erybody knows that! Isn’t that right Nail- Lady?”

“I just told you what it said, get away from that fountain!”

“Babies also have poor memor-ies. I doesn’t remember what you said,” Papyrus used his wingdings to scoop up a handful of coins and deposited them into his onesie to count later. “I’s very sorry for da’ inco-venience.”

“PUT THOSE BACK OR I’LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TWO TO LEAVE!”

“uh, okay pappy this is getting serious, let’s just put the pretty coins back like the nice lady said…”

“Is serious? THEN WE SERIOUSLY WANT OUR MONIES BACK,” said Papyrus, angrily. Here he was being a good bae, paying back his big brother, (something babies did NOT have to do) and this big person wanted to yell at him?

CLEARLY, she was a baby-hater and didn’t deserve to have such cute guests staying at her gaudy hotel.

“We take back our monies and we go somewhere that ah-pea-ciates sweet babies such as ourselves. Your hotel ugly anyway…too bright, right Snas? We leave.”

“no no no, we don’t need to do that!” said Sans quickly in a panic.

“FINE, TAKE IT AND GO!”

WHAP!

The receptionist slammed the money down on the counter.

I’m so sick of serving thieves…

“wha-ho, lady! let’s just calm down alright? *sigh* geeze…” Sans scratched behind his skull. “why don’t we come to a compromise? that sound good?”

I CAN’T take Pappy to that inn in Snowdin again, I didn’t sleep at all last time!

The comedian winced, remembering the night he spent there with Papyrus. The infant didn’t like the snoring from the other guests in the room.

“Nyeh? Com-per-mize…? Waz dat?”

“it’s a negotiation,” explained Sans. “where arguing people get a little bit of what they want, so everyone’s happy…ish.”

TA-TAP! TA-TAP!

“Okay Snas, I do da’ com-per-mize cause’ I’s a good bae,” said Papyrus sweetly. Seemed he was done acting cranky for the day…or so Sans hoped.

“good boy, pappy! GOOD babies compromise allll the time.”

“No they don’t, but Imma make an ah-ception cause’ I doesn’t like the snoring baes in Snowdin. Remember them Snas? The snoring bunny baes?”

“heh heh, yep, iiiii remember.”

“You can’t tell a sweepy baby to shut the fuk up, cause’ they just babies, so we get no sweep and the Inn lady get all our monies for fee! Is a scam, I KNOWS it!”

“Put the coins back please,” said the receptionist, no longer interested in Papyrus’s stories.

“Kay’. Papyrus picked himself up out of the fountain and waddled over to the counter, his onesie jiggling with coins and leaving a wet trail behind him. I gots a good idea for a com-per-mize Nail-Lady.”

“I thought you were going to put the coins back?”

“Slow yo’ roll woman, we makes a commerize first-”

“compromise’ bro.”

Papyrus ignored him. “I’ll put the coins back like you say…and in return for being a good baby bones, I gets a fee room, kay’? Dat sound like a good commercialize?”

“…No.”

“*pfft!* papyrus-”

“Why not Nail-Lady? It solve both our problems, yes? Why you so unreason-able?”

The receptionist sighed and hung her head, her energy for the day having been completely drained.

I forgot how terrible this infant was, all he does is talk and make things worse. Why is he even here? Doesn’t he have a mother and father to go home to?

Ugh, he’s still going...

“…Good babies get rewards Nail-Lady, is the law. Dat’s how we learns to be good people’s ya’ know? I do something good…then I gets a reward, then I be good again to get another reward. You see where I’s going with dis?”

“There’s a difference between a reward and a bribe, child-”

“I’s not a child, I’s a baby! How you gonna learn if you no listen? BIG people’s get bribes, BABIES get rewards-”

“bro, stop, it’s okay,” said Sans picking up his brother. “i’ll pay your way and if you really want to return the debt, you can pay me back with your OWN mon-”

“Except ugly babies like Snas, they get nothing.”

“…you know what? nevermind, you can sleep out here like the bum you’re destined to be." He put Papyrus back down.

“I can join your gang…?”

“no, we’re full.”

“Bums of Bloomington full?”

“yyyep.”

“Kick someone out.”

CA-CLACK!

The receptionist pressed the security button underneath her desk.

“why should i? you don’t have biker gloves and you’re mean.”

“Baby not mean! Also, I’s family and family comes first. Kick someone out.”

“no.”

CLANK, CLANK, CLANK!

The two boys stopped fighting and grew silent as a giant knight in black armor approached the counter.

“*Yawn* ………Is there a problem ma’am?”

“Yes, there is,” replied the receptionist. “That baby is stealing from the fountain…and apparently the other one is in a gang-”

“what? no i’m not! papyrus is lying!”

“Nope, is true all right. My big Buther a rebel! He drive his motorcycle around at night when is bedtime.”

“no i don’t, shut up papyrus!”

“……...Is this true?”

Sans gave the knight an irritated look, “why don’t you tell me? why don’t you tell me where i can ride a motorbike without filling the underground with carbon dioxide? why don’t you tell me where i can get one whose pedals i can even reach? where i can get one PERIOD-”

“……...You don’t need to be a smartass.”

“…”

“………Please return the coins.”

“…”

“Why you gots so many ellipses in yo’ text Knight-Lady? You sweepy too?” The baby bones crawled over to the sleepy giant and gave her the coins in his onesie. “Here you go Heavy-Lady, now you can affords to sweep like us!”

“that’s very sweet, pappy-”

Papyrus turned to the receptionist, “NOW baby gets a fee room?”

“*sigh*”

Damnit bro…

“…No.”

“Nyeh? Why not? I WAS GOOD, GOD DAMNS IT!”

“Get out.”

“NYEHHHHAAAAHHHH!!”

“papyrus, you don’t need to scream-”

KA-CHUR-GERGERGER!

Taking out a coin pouch, the knight poured some G onto the receptionist’s counter, “…400g right?”

“You don’t have to do that Knight Knight-”

“Yes, I do,” replied the armored monster, handing over the coins Papyrus gave her. “It’s a knight’s duty to help those in need…and we live in times where money is scarce…” She looked down at the skeletal children. “…Remember these words well…following the rules may make others happy and keep the peace, but if it comes at the cost of your or another person’s survival…ignore them.”

“…”

And with that, Knight Knight walked back to her post, leaving the receptionist alone with the two brothers.

The hand monster wasn’t angry anymore, in fact, she felt a bit guilty and embarrassed over her previous behavior. It was true that the coins in the fountain were people’s wishes…and it was part of her job to make sure people treated those wishes and the memorial with respect, but when looking at the big picture and thinking about WHY so many thieves were running about, well, it was clear who the bad guy was.

“I apologize for my previous behavior,” said the receptionist bowing low. “I’d forgotten that rules were made to help others, not act as bait for the desperate. There’s no point in a memorial if there’s no one left to honor it.”

How many people have starved to death for my job?

She winced and shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of such thoughts. What was done was done, all she could do now was change so it never happened again.

“Is okay Nail-Lady!” said Papyrus petting her back with his wingdings, “It’s your intentions dat count, not what you do.”

“that’s true. as long as you’re at least TRYING to do the right thing, you’re still a good person. mistakes are mistakes, ya’ know? you shouldn’t be punished for something you didn’t MEAN to do, ain’t that right pap?”

“Daz right big Buther! Now give us da’ key.”

“say please.”

“No.”

The woman handed the baby bones, who had taken the liberty of climbing onto the counter, the key to their room. “Please enjoy your stay.”

“YAAAASS! C’MON SNAS, IS TIME FOR YO’ NAP!”

“you mean it’s time for OUR nap, pappy.”

“NOT TIRED!”

As the boys headed to their room, the receptionist left her post and walked towards the fountain, removing the sign.

It was never put up again.

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #undertale fanart #Undertale #undertale au #Papyrus #Sans #Baby Papyrus #Kid sans #Undertale fanfiction

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rogerslovesstark · 5 years ago

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Don’t Love You Anymore

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff

Words: 3k

“What are you trying to say, Steve?”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t love you anymore,”

Your mind was reeling, was this really happening? Was he really leaving you when you needed him most? You had found out you were pregnant only a couple of hours ago. You wanted to surprise Steve with a little joke you had found online. It wouldn’t even matter now, he doesn’t love you anymore.

Your hands were shaking while tears built up in your eyes, the sobs in your throat ready to flow out. You wanted to know what had happened? What changed from last week as he had told you that he would never leave you, and it would always be you two.

“What changed?” You whispered, if you tried to speak any louder, you would be crying loudly.

Steve sucked in a harsh breath, “I don’t know Y/n, I just don’t anymore,”

You nodded your head, and went into your bedroom and packed your bag. While throwing in clothes into your bag, you started to cry quietly. It hurt to leave, you had just passed your third anniversary. You had moved in with Steve a year ago, on your second anniversary. Guess it didn’t matter anymore, he didn’t love you anymore.

You swiftly got your bag ready, you walked out of your bedroom, over to the door, leaving your keys on the catch-all tray. You couldn’t bear to stay in the apartment any longer. Steve’s head shot up when he heard your keys hit the tray.

“Where are you going?” He asked without thinking, it was a habit for him to ask where you were going, constantly worrying for you and where you were going. You didn’t look over at him, he didn’t need to know anymore. You shrugged and left without a single word.

Steve sat back on the couch, head in his hands, feeling hollow and a shell of a person. The apartment had already felt colder without you in it, you were normally humming a tune softly, but it was silent, only the hum of electricity to be heard.

8 months later

Steve had landed from a mission, it was only supposed to a few week recon mission, turned into a full-blown undercover stakeout. He went back to his apartment, opening the door to a cold apartment. A shiver ran up his spine, subconsciously looking at the gleam of your keys on the tray. Steve felt his chest caved in at the reminder of what had happened before he left.

Where were you know? What were you doing? Were you doing alright? Steve went over to his desktop, searching your name up in the search engine.

There were no results about you, not even a social media link. You had loved social media, were always on it. The cute pictures of you were constantly posted between the two of you. He pulled out his phone to open his Instagram, looking up your name, to not find anything.

Did you delete your Instagram? He had looked through his own feed, the last picture of you sitting at a fancy restaurant table, smiling brightly at his phone. You looked so lovely that night, a pretty white dress and you looked like an angel. Steve was sure that he swooned every time you had smiled at him.

Steve put everything down and walked towards the bathroom which was connected to the bedroom. It hit Steve like a truck when he walked in and didn’t see your socks on the floor. You always left your socks on the floor because your feet were always cold and you wouldn’t take your socks off until you were about to go to sleep.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked around the bedroom and he couldn’t even smell your scent on the sheets anymore. A choked sob left his throat, you were really gone. You had left and didn’t come back. What else was he to expect, he told you to leave, he told you that he didn’t love you anymore.

Steve did love you, he truly did, breaking your heart like that was one of his biggest regrets, the basis of the mission was for a man who had threatened you and Steve, and he wanted to investigate. It would do more harm if you were together than if you were separated, so Steve broke up with you, what a mistake that was.

Steve walked to the bathroom, tears streaming down his face, and noticed the garbage was overflowing. He forgot to take out the trash before he left. Trying to get all the trash out, he noticed a pregnancy test, his heart dropped to his ass. No, you couldn’t have been pregnant. You would have told him.

It was positive. You were pregnant when he told you he didn’t love you. Steve needed to find you, where were you? Steve forgot about the shower, he grabbed his keys and got onto his bike, rushing to the tower to get FRIDAY to locate you and make sure you were okay.

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Steve stared at the computer screen in the lab. There was no trace of you at all, it was like you never existed. FRIDAY had said that there was no record of a Y/n L/n in their database, which was ridiculous because Steve had granted you security access to the building. Steve felt a cold sweat break out across the back of his neck. Tears pooled into his eyes, you couldn’t have disappeared like this without help.

Steve ran to Tony’s lab, hoping he would have an idea of where you were. Without even knocking, he barged into Tony’s lab, seeing his friend on the phone with someone.

++++

“Tony, the baby and I are fine, thank you for calling again for the third time today, but I promise if I need anything, I’ll call you,” You told Tony through the phone.

“Actually got to go, we’ll talk later,” Tony snappishly said before he disconnected the call, you rolled your eyes at his tone, smiling knowing he was annoyed that you denied his help yet again.

After you left Steve, you called Tony sobbing and he took you in. Tony was your closest friend besides Steve. He had picked you up and brought you to a small home close to Lake Erie. It wasn’t much, just a two-bedroom home 15 minutes from the lake.

You had given birth to Tobias Joseph Rogers last month, and it was like he was a photocopy of Steve. He had come out screaming and wailing at 7 lbs, 13oz and 21 inches, on July 4, 20XX. Just like his father. You cried for the majority of your pregnancy and the only reason you took care of yourself was for the safety of the baby.

Postpartum depression was also a concern for you because you were depressed during your pregnancy and you feared that you would still be depressed while raising your sweet little boy. He never cried, only fussed when he was hungry or soiled his diaper. Toby was sleeping right now, and he wouldn’t wake up for another 40 minutes so you began to clean up around the small house.

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“Who you on the phone with?” Steve asked, hoping he would say you. Tony looked at him shocked.

“When did you get back Cap?” Tony asked monotonously, secretly fuming inside, Steve had broken your heart and left you for dead, and here he was without a scratch on him.

“Couple of hours ago, was that Y/n? Do you know where she is?” Steve asked, a hopeful look in his eyes, Tony wanted to crush that hope out, Steve didn’t deserve you, you were too perfect for him.

“No, a business partner,” Tony knew you didn’t want to see the Captain, you specifically asked for all information about you to be erased from the system and the internet. You knew that Steve didn’t want to be in your lives anymore so it would be better to just disappear.

All hope Steve had was completely put out, you had disappeared. His heart was breaking so quickly, he was surprised that he didn’t collapse to the floor due to all the heartbreak. Tears began streaming down his face, his breath shaking at the thought of losing you, and your child.

Tony watched Steve shake and cry in the middle of his lab, awkwardly he went over and put his hand on the super-soldiers shoulder. He sympathizes with Steve, he really did, he knew what it was like to lose the woman you love.

“Please Tony, do you know where she is, I miss her so much, I had to go on a mission, they threatened her. They wanted to kill her because of me, please you gotta believe me!” Steve sobbed, wanting nothing more than to just hold you and beg for your forgiveness.

“Who threatened her?”Tony asked, his hands clenching at the thought of someone hurting you and that cute baby of yours. That little boy had stolen Tony's heart the moment he was born.

“Hydra, where the hell do you think I’ve been these past 8 months?” Steve shouted.

“Why the fucked didn’t you anything before you dumb fuck, that poor woman spent so long crying over you, thinking that you didn’t love her anymore.” Tony shoved Steve, and Steve took a step back, knowing Tony was protective of you.

“They would have killed her if anyone knew, it was for the best if we weren’t together while I looked for the person who threatened her,” Steve said exasperated, tired from fighting and not having you home to comfort him.

“Follow me, you stupid shit”

++++

You heard the jet before you saw anything, the noise had startled and he woke up whining, annoyed to be woken up from his afternoon nap. You quickly scooped the baby into your arms hoping to settle him and get him back to sleep, because if he didn’t finish his nap, he would be cranky until bedtime.

After numerous attempts of trying to put him down, he wouldn’t stop whining, only when you took him into your arms and held him.

“You such a mamas boy Toby,” You said softly to the infant, his eyes open and staring at you in wonder. You heard knocking on your door, you just knew it was Tony, he had called earlier and he always came by when he called.

“Let’s go see Uncle Tony baby,”

As you walked down the stairs, you heard two voices arguing softly behind the door, this worried you because you knew Tony always came alone, it might be the neighbors, they would stop by once in a while to check on you and see if you needed any help.

When you open the door, you felt your heart stop momentarily. There he was, in all his American glory, Captain America, Steve Rogers at your door, Tony standing next to him, a sheepish smile on his face. You glared at Tony, how could he do this to you.

Steve stared at the small bundle in your arms, that was your baby, the baby that you had grown without Steve there to help you. Steve looked up at you, you looked as beautiful as ever, skin glowing and your hair looked better than ever. It was like Steve was in a trance while staring at you.

Tony was the first one to break the awkward silence, “Sweetheart, you got to let him explain,”

“Like hell, I will, what the hell do you two want?” You said hostilely, holding Toby tighter to your body.

“Doll, let me explain, please,” Steve begged, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and hug and kiss you till dawn. To hold his baby and kiss, hold, cuddle him.

You looked reluctantly at Tony and then at Steve, you handed the baby over to Tony where he quickly gathered him and bolted to the nursery room.

“Come in,” You quietly said, leading Steve to your cozy living room. It was minimally decorated, not much inside besides a sectional and a coffee table, a small flat screen tv mounted on the wall. It wasn’t much but it was enough for you and the baby, to keep you from your thoughts when the baby was down and you didn’t want to go to sleep yet.

Steve walked in the house, it had the same aura as the apartment when you both lived there. It was small and it felt like home. Steve started tearing up, he felt out of place, exiled from your heart. But he was the one who told you that he wasn’t in yours anymore. Watching you walk through the corridor, made him feel so left out.

You both sat on the couch, you never made eye contact with Steve, you feared if you did you would end up forgiving him.

“Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, water?” You ask softly, nervous to even be talking, what if he came to take away Toby? Your hands cliché at that idea, nobody was taking your baby away from you.

Steve noticed your hands and just stared at you, “Doll, let's just talk, please,” He said desperately, he picked up on the fact that you flinched when he had called you doll, his heart cracking. All Steve wanted to do was to reach out and hold you, just have you in his lap and breathe in your scent.

“Okay, what happened? I thought you didn’t love me anymore?” You whispered, bring up those words practically tore your heart.

“Y/n, I lied okay? I loved you and I still do. So much. Hydra threatened to kill you, the both of us, that's why I told you that, I thought it would be safer for the both of us if we weren’t together, they most likely had our apartment bugged, so I had to make it believable, please you have to believe me.” Steve pleaded.

You looked at the blond in shock, they had bugged the apartment, how, when? Did they know where she was right now? You stiffened up, worried that they knew where you were and they would come hurt Toby.

“Do they know where we are?” You whispered

“No, I took them all out.”

“By yourself?”

“I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love,” Steve said while taking your hand in his.

“Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Doll they bugged the apartment if I told you they would have for sure killed us, I needed to make sure that we would both be safe and then take them down,” Steve explained, you seemed to be understanding the idea now. “When did you have him?” Steve asked you, dying to meet the baby.

“Last month, he was born on July 4th, like his father,” You told him, watching as his eyes filled with tears and his heart broke even more.

“are you alright?” Steve asked you, concerned that the pregnancy had caused any damage to your body. You had to go through that all alone, the hormones, the cravings, he missed watching you grow with his child.

“I’m fine, it was quick labor and delivery, only took 2 hours, eager like his father,” You said while smiling, thinking about your cute baby boy. “so what happens now?” You asked.

“Can I meet our baby?” Steve asked quietly, desperate to hold his son. You nod your head and lead him up the stairs, to the nursery where Tony and the baby were. Opening the door to see Tony laying on the floor with the baby on his chest. Toby was gurgling and making a face that you recognized, you quickly grabbed the baby and a towel, throwing it over your shoulder and burping him.

“Did he throw up on me?” Tony asked Steve, Steve couldn’t even pay attention to anything that Tony had said, too entranced by his son trying to burp. Hearing the small noise of him passing gas, Steve smiled and walked over to you two. Tony quickly stood up and left the room silently, not wanting to have to face the upcoming drama.

You feel Steve standing behind you, you turn towards him, his eyes silently asking you to hold the baby. You help Steve maneuver the baby into his arms. Steve starts to break down at the feeling of his son in his arms.

“What's his name?” Steve asked you.

“Tobias Joseph Rogers, Toby for short”

“You named him after my dad?” Steve asked, teary-eyed. You nodded, Steve was touched you named the baby with intention, even if you didn’t know if Steve was coming back.

“Doll, I know that I hurt you, but please, let me back in, I swear on my life that I’ll protect you two,” Steve begged you, wanting nothing more than to hold you and the baby and to call you a family.

“I don’t know Steve, you broke my heart, I can’t do it again,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to protect yourself from him. You wanted to try again, but you were scared, what if he left again?

“You won't have to, I will never leave you, please just let me try,” He begged you, hoping that you missed him as he misses you.

“Okay, one more chance, but your doing diapers for the next 6 months,” You said sternly.

Steve felt his heart swell, he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards him with a searing kiss, he had missed your kisses and your touch.

“I promise, I will never leave you again, baby, never again,” Steve whispered against your lips.

You pecked his lips and took the baby from his arms, putting him down in his crib, seeing he was already falling asleep in his father's arms. Once the baby was down, Steve grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, pacing to the bedroom.

“Steve!” You squealed, he slapped your ass and growled out, “Let’s work on getting another baby inside you,”

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Tony heard the bed frame smacking the wall and rolled his eyes and let out a quiet “Nasty fucking idiots”

#Steve Rogers #angst #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #captain america #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america angst #captain america fluff #steve rogers fluff #captain rogers angst #captain rogers fluff #tony stark #ironman

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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this might be on the heavier side, but I was thinking about a drabble where Renji is consoling Rukia after she’s had a breakdown about feeling like a shitty mother.

Why would you do this to me??? Ugh, I admit I took the cop-out route, and went for “feeling like a shitty mom” rather than “being a shitty mom.” I think Rukia is a great mom, tbh, but we all screw up now and again. I can def see her and Ichika going full-bastard-Kuchiki against each other in Ichika’s teen years, but also, like, this is a drabble. So, uh, here’s a drabble about postpartum depression instead, good memories, good times.

Trigger warnings: Postpartum depression, the absolute horror of having a small infant on a bad day, feeling like a shitty mom.

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

The house was quiet when Renji got home, which had him worried, just a tiny bit. As he was shaking the snow off his hanten before hanging it up, Rukia clattered down into the entryway, her face drawn and wild-eyed, and then he was worried a lot.

“You didn’t need to come home,” she informed him urgently.

“You texted me,” he replied softly.

“I… I’m sorry. I texted you again. Maybe you didn’t get it. I told you to stay at work. Everything’s fine. She finally fell asleep. She’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine. You can go back.”

“Don’t really want to,” Renji replied, putting a hand on his wife’s back and leading her back into the house. “It’s snowin’ out, getting worse by the minute.” He thought about mentioning that it would be more trouble trying to explain to Byakuya what he was doing back at work, but his gut told him that mentioning Byakuya’s clucking wasn’t gonna make things any better. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Rukia twisted her wedding ring on her finger. “I don’t know. Ichika was so cheerful this morning before you left.”

“She got up pretty early,” Renji reminded Rukia. “And she was up three times in the night?”

“Four,” Rukia admitted. “You slept through one of them.”

Renji frowned. That was unusual. He was usually the lighter sleeper of the two of them.

“I never got back to sleep after time number two,” Rukia replied guiltily, as if reading his mind. “She didn’t want to nap this morning, and every time I tried to feed her, she’d nurse for less than five minutes, but then she’d want to nurse again ten minutes later…”

“Hey, you want me to make you a hot cocoa?” Renji offered.

Rukia checked her watch. “It’s time for me to have my tea, again.”

“The one that’s ‘sposed to help with making milk? You said you didn’t like it. You said it was gross.”

“That doesn’t really matter.”

“It does matter. I’m making cocoa.”

Rukia chewed a hangnail nervously. “Maybe my supply is low. Maybe that’s why she was so cranky. I’m probably not drinking enough water.”

Renji watched her carefully while he dug through saucepans. She chewed on her fingers occasionally when back in Inuzuri, and a lot when they were in school, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her do it. “Maybe she’s growing. Maybe she’s growing a tooth. Maybe she’s a fuckin’ baby. Don’t sweat it.” He made a decision. “Let’s go sit down, I’ll do this in a minute.”

Her shoulders were stiff as he practically steered her over to the couch and maneuvered her into sitting down beside him.

“I yelled at her,” Rukia mumbled, her words barely audible.

“Hmm?” Renji asked, pulling her into his side, and rubbing her arm.

“She had been screaming and screaming and I… I screamed back.” Rukia swallowed. “And I put her down in bed and walked around outside and made myself really cold until I was calm again, and then I came back in, and got her again. She didn’t like it, that I was cold, but it’s all I could do. I could be cold or I could be mad, I don’t have anything in between. That’s when I texted you. Eventually, she cried herself out and fell asleep and I put her back in bed.”

Renji scratched his head. “I mean, it’s not great, but I think you did the best you could.”

“I yelled at my baby, Renji,” Rukia repeated, her voice thick with self-loathing. “I don’t know why I thought I could do this. I’m all ice and sharp edges. I don’t even know what mothers are like but they’re not like me.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what mothers are like, either, who cares?” Renji grunted. “There’s you and there’s me and we love our kid and we’re doing our best. And it sounds to me like you’re the one that isn’t getting what they need.” He thought. “When’s the last time you went out? For a while there, you were takin’ Ichika on little trips out to visit Hanatarou and Kiyone?”

“The weather’s been bad,” Rukia excused. “I dunno. We went over Brother’s last week?”

Renji scowled. “That doesn’t count, there were Aunts there.” The Aunts had spent a great deal of time commenting on how slim Rukia looked and how nice it must be to get one’s body back in shape so easily. There was no one like a Kuchiki Aunt for handing out compliments with razor blades baked inside.

“You should invite someone over,” Renji suggested, but nearly all their friends were at work during the day, he realized as he said it. He could take more time off, but he’d suggested that before and it just made her feel like she couldn’t handle things.

“The house is always a mess,” Rukia replied glumly. This was also true, but it’s not like he himself had ever been put off by gross dishes that piled up when Kira’s brain turned on him.

A tiny cloud gave off a tiny bolt of lightning in Renji’s brain. “Hey, what happened to your old maid, the cute one, with the freckles?”

“Mikan?”

“Yeah, she still work for Byakuya?”

“Mm-hmm, she got promoted. She’s Chiyo’s assistant now, does a lot of the household management and event planning.”

Renji smoothed Rukia’s hair with his fingers. “I know we’ve always turned down Byakuya when he tries to send people over… but what if Mikan came by a few hours a week? She doesn’t even have to do anything, just keep you company and hold the baby for a bit?”

“She would fuss at me and make me take a nap,” Rukia dismissed.

“Would y’take one?” Renji asked hopefully.

Something cracked behind Rukia’s eyes, and Renji pressed a kiss into her hair. “You’re workin’ so hard, babe, and I know you always want to do these things on your own, but there ain’t nothing wrong with having some help to rely on. I’m a career vice-captain. I know these things.”

Rukia was silent for a long time. “Mikan really likes Ichika.”

“I thought she did.”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it, okay?”

Renji nodded, and squeezed her. “You are the strongest person I know, and letting someone help you takes more strength than most people wanna admit. I’m gonna make you your hot cocoa now, okay? Unless you’d feel better to have your gross tea? I’ll make it for you if that’s what you really want.”

“I think,” said Rukia, “that I’d rather have the hot cocoa.”

#happy birthday renji!#sort of? i guess?#i hope this was okay anon!#you probably wanted it to be more breakdown-y but this was the best i could do

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broadwayyaddict · 4 years ago

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Jasmine heard footsteps coming up the stairs and she knew that Anthony was finally home. As soon as he walked into the living room, Jasmine put her finger to her lips. Anthony nodded, noticing the sleeping infant in her arms. Jasmine had just gotten Star to fall asleep and if she heard Anthony's voice she would wake right back up.

He quietly unpacked his bag and Jasmine swayed for a little bit longer before Jasmine knew she was fast asleep. She quietly started to go upstairs and paused halfway up, beckoning Anthony to follow her. He silently followed her and leaned against the doorway of the nursery. Jasmine gently kissed her forehead, whispering something to her and carefully laid her down in the crib.

She crept out of the room and shut the door, leaning back against it and breathing a sigh of relief. Anthony laughed quietly and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"One of the easier nights," she whispered to him when they had broken away.

Anthony smiled, wrapping her up in a tight hug and kissing her cheek. Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.

"How was your day?" he asked when she pulled away from him.

"Long day, kinda hard too," she responded.

The look on his face became worried and he asked, "Do you need help? I can stay home sometime this week if you need me too."

"No, I got this," she told him, cupping his cheek. "Besides you have that thing on Friday and I don't want you to miss out on preparation for it."

"Actually, I was kinda hoping I could use you guys as an excuse to get out of it..." he mumbled and Jasmine got confused. "I don't really wanna go an' I miss spending time with you two."

Jasmine felt her face soften and she nodded. "Yeah, that's okay," she responded, kissing his cheek. "You really don't want to go?"

"No, my agent thinks it'll be good for me, but it doesn't sound fun at all," he told her.

"That's okay baby, I won't tell anyone," she said, laughing quietly.

He came home the next day while Jasmine was cooking dinner, wrapping her up in a hug. "My agent said I could stay home on Friday," he said excitedly.

"That's great bub!" she exclaimed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"I was thinking about an old fashioned date night, like one from when we first started dating when we didn't have any money," he told her. "Order in and watch a movie on the couch, then cuddle."

"That sounds amazing," she responded.

Anthony went over to where Star was laying in her rocker and picked her up. "Guess what bubba, I get to spend Friday night with the two of you!" he said. Star cooed, grabbing onto his shirt and snuggling closer to him. Jasmine felt her heart melt as she watched them interact. She had heard of relationships falling apart when one person lied about taking off work to spend time with the other, but they ended up coming home and and barely spending any time together. She knew that wasn't who Anthony was though as she watched him play with their daughter.

When he got home, Jasmine was laying their bed, snuggling with Star. She had just woken up from her nap and was still a little cranky.

Anthony came into their room and laid down on their bed, snuggling up with her.

"Hi baby," he said, kissing her cheek and stroking his thumb over Star's cheek. "Is someone still waking up?"

Star babbled, grabbing onto his finger. Jasmine laughed, looking down at her, then back up at him, kissing him.

"This is the perfect way to start the weekend," he said.

"Baby the weekend has barely started," she responded, giggling.

He shrugged, leaning down and kissing Star's forehead. "It's still the perfect way," he told her.

They cuddled and ordered some food, waiting until it had arrived to get up. Anthony took Star from Jasmine while she went downstairs to get the food and laid her in her rocker. She reached up, playing with the little toys that were dangling down. Anthony sat down next to her, playing with the toys and making her laugh. He smiled at her laughter, letting her grab onto his finger.

Jasmine came upstairs, smiling at the two of them. "Looks like you made the right decision to lie to your agent and stay home," she told him.

"Any decision to spend more time with my family is always gonna be the right decision," he responded.

Jasmine smiled even more, getting out the food and asking, "Should we sit at the table or on the couch?"

"Couch, definitely," he responded. "If we're having an old fashioned date, then we need to make it as similar as possible."

She laughed and said, "Very similar except with a little girl."

Jasmine came over with the food and set it down on the coffee table, sitting down and Anthony moved the rocker closer, sitting down next to Jasmine. They put a movie on and started to eat, the dogs hovering under them, hoping to catch some food that they might drop.

Star started to get hungry which made her fussy as they finished up and Anthony picked her up, getting a bottle from the fridge. He sat down and started the feed her. Jasmine smiled at his lovingness and leaned her head against his shoulder. Star closed her eyes, nuzzling against him.

"She loves you," she mumbled.

"Yeah..." he responded and Jasmine looked up at him. He has a soft look on his face which made Jasmine's heart swell. He always looked so loving and caring whenever he took care of her. Jasmine cleaned up their dinner as he finished taking care of her. Once she was finished Jasmine took the bottle from him and cleaned it out. She snuggled up next to him, kissing his cheek.

They shifted to lay down on the couch and Jasmine tucked herself between him and the couch. Anthony laid Star on his chest and Jasmine rested her hand on her back, brushing her thumb over her back. Star yawned, slowing closing her eyes.

"Are you tired again bubba?" she asked, giggling.

Star quietly babbled and wrapped her hand around Jasmine's thumb. They snuggled up together, half focusing on the movie and half focusing on soothing Star to sleep. Shortly after Star fell asleep, Anthony looked down to see Jasmine fast asleep against him.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He let her sleep until the movie was over and then he leaned down, pressing kisses to her forehead and rubbing her back. "Baby, the movie's over, it's time to go up to bed and I can't carry both of you."

"I know how you can," she mumbled, pushing herself up and taking Star from him. She cradled her against her chest, making sure she didn't wake up.

Anthony chuckled, picking her up bridal style. Jasmine laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes again. He laid her down on their bed, picking Star up and laying her in her crib and getting in bed with Jasmine.

"I'm so glad I decided to make up an excuse to stay home," he mumbled, rubbing her back.

"Me too," she responded, sighing softly and burying her face in his neck.

"I love you baby girl," he told her.

"I love you too bub," she said.

#janthony #oneshots #fanfiction #fluff #janthonywithkids

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cela-astral-projection · 5 years ago

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And though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary hiding under your bed, I'm gonna stand guard...'Til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head.

Asra sat in the nursery, by the window, soaking in the moonlight. His tiny daughter in his arms, nestled against his bare chest as he rocked her. It had been a long day. They had been at the palace for their daughters' naming ceremony.

It was supposed to have been a joyful celebration. They were finally getting to bring their children to meet their friends and family. And it was joyous. Initially. They were able to give their children names. Sohelia and Selyavira. It was lovely and sweet.

Then, at the reception, things, for him, had soured. At first, it had warmed his heart to see his parents passing the girls back and forth, gushing love and adoration over them. Then, the wistfulness started to creep in. His parents, holding a tiny, blonde baby in their arms.

There were some offhand, flippant comments. About 'never letting them go,' how they'd always be 'loved and protected.' And, while Asra knew that they meant it, it still stung severely.

Celeste, sensing his tension, had held his hand tightly, trying to keep him calm. For the sake of those who had come to see their beautiful children, at very least.

All of that, he could have tolerated if his mother hadn't started questioning their daily routine. Wanting information about every waking moment of their days for the past few months. Offering commentary and advice. That had put him over the edge. Worse, when he tried to take Sohelia from Salim and was met with disappointment, and, worse, protest.

He was able to, politely, but firmly, inform his father that he would, in fact, be taking his child. And had been reluctant to relinquish her again for the rest of the day.

It was different, seeing them in Nadia's arms. Portia's arms. Julian's arms. He knew that they would do anything for those children. And, if he was thinking rationally, he knew that his parents weren't lying. Of course, they'd do anything for them. Of course, they loved them.

But, his heart lashed out against reason. They had made promises to him, too. And he knew that it wasn't their fault that they hadn't been able to keep them. The reality was that he had kept himself safe. He had Muriel. They had each other. And now, they had Celeste. They didn't need anyone else.

Looking into Sohelia's tiny face, her dark eyes reflecting the moonlight, he couldn't imagine anything that would part him from her.

But then, he hadn't thought anything could part him from their mother, either. A sobering thought.

He heard rustling from the other side of the house. Muriel and Celeste were up.

It was maybe one or two in the morning. Hours until daybreak. But he wasn't tired. He wanted to be here, with his girls.

"You two keep the same hours," Celeste said, leaning in the doorframe, eyes still half-lidded. "Cat naps."

Asra looked to her, the corner of his mouth turned up. "Oh, yes. She's all mine," he whispered, turning his face back to Helia. He stroked a finger along the top of her head. The translucent white fuss that covered her scalp.

They looked so lovely together. It made Celeste's heart swell. Both Asra and Muriel had taken to parenthood and exceeded her wildest expectations. She knew they would be good at it, of course. There was never any question, but seeing how they simply dove in every day, unflinching at every mess and screaming fit. Helping Celeste convalesce after giving birth. They didn't always understand what was happening, and there had more than a few panicked moments over nothing, but that had only been endearing.

Celeste crossed the room, looking into Vira's bassinet. Sound asleep, breathing steadily. She'd have to wake her up, which was never pleasant. Her hand went to her chest, massaging the skin above her breast.

"Well, since Helia's already up...seems like the path of least resistance," she said, turning to Asra.

He nodded and bent his head to kiss her forehead before passing her into Celeste's arms and relinquishing the rocking chair to her. When they were settled, he stroked his hand over Celeste's hair, watching her put the babe to her breast.

After a moment, Asra made to leave, and she reached out to catch his hand, squeezing his fingers. She looked up at him, imploring.

He sighed and nodded his head. "I'm fine. Its just...it was more than I was ready to process, I think."

"I think we all have hang-ups about parents, Asra. I understand. We'll take your lead on this." she said, sympathetic. "Your parents are lovely people, but...you're my priority."

Mulling her words over. "I just...I want to be the one. Do you understand? I don't want them to feel like they have to intervene. You're my family. They're my kids. I want them to respect the decisions I make for my family."

She made a quiet noise of affirmation. "You are the one, Asra. Nobody is questioning you. They're just...in love. They're just invested."

Celeste had a different perspective on the situation. She had seen so many overbearing grandparents trying to push young parents one way or another. Alisha and Salim were positively saints, comparatively. But, she did understand. She had been there from the time of their reunion. The way they had to navigate each other and reestablish their relationship. It did not astound her that Asra had strong sentiments surrounding his parents, especially where the girls were concerned.

He drew a sharp breath. "Is it...wrong, that I feel..insecure?" he asked. "I remember when they looked at me the way they look at them. And then they were just gone. I thought it would be forever. And now, they're home. And they don't look at me like that anymore. They look at me with remorse. For all the time that was lost."

Celeste nodded. "And you don't look at them the same way you did when you were little. I'm sure they're processing this, too." She offered as a counter. "If you feel insecure, that's how you feel. I don't think that's wrong. Or bad. There's...a lot happening, right now. Even under ideal circumstances, I think this would overwhelm anyone's emotions. And we have never really been under what one would consider ideal circumstances, have we?"

Asra chuckled, then bit his lip, looking down on her, his beloved wife, and his beautiful child. "I don't know, this is pretty ideal, if you ask me."

"That's because you've never had a regular sleep cycle. Two in the morning with a hungry infant latched to your nipple gives you a bit of a different perspective." she teased. "But, I suppose, a little bit of exhaustion is worth it." She said, turning her eyes back on the baby. Helia's white eyelashes fluttering, eyes rolled back, milk drunk. "They really are perfect, aren't they?"

"I certainly think so." Asra knelt at Celeste's side, stroking his finger over the tiny toes. "I thought I heard Muriel up with you?"

Celeste chuckled. "Mm. I think he made it from the bed to the settee. I imagine he's hanging off both ends waiting for someone to take him back to bed."

"You broke him. He used to be able to sleep by himself." Asra chided playfully.

"He broke me. I can't sleep unless he's snoring beside me." Celeste countered. "You, on the other hand, I have seen sleeping on every surface known to man and in every position imaginable."

Asra smiled. "Should I go put him down? You know how cranky he gets when he's tired."

"He's always cranky. But, I'm sure he'd appreciate it. He had a very long day, too." she said.

She had been so proud of Muriel. It was probably the most people he had been around since their wedding, and he had been quite personable...a feat for Muriel. But, it had left him entirely spent. He had fallen asleep, Vira on his chest, within the first half-hour of returning home.

"Are you okay, here?" he asked, straightening.

She looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "Do you think you can take over?" Celeste shot back. "Because if either of you starts lactating, I'm more than willing to start taking turns." Asra actually seemed to be mulling it over. Celeste shook her head and waved him away. "Go to bed. I'll be back soon."

Asra chortled and bent down to kiss her, and then across her to kiss Helia. Before he left, he moved to kiss Vira, and Celeste hissed. "If you wake her up, you're going to have to take her, and she's going to be pissed off and loud."

Asra made a noise of understanding and backed away, out the door.

#fanfiction #fanfic #asra x apprentice #apprentice oc #asra x celeste #apprentice celeste #babies #oc #mc #short #domestic bliss #arcana #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar

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dapper-ships-herself · 5 years ago

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Should you fight my f/os?

Tagged by @megane-shipping @rose-wine-selfships @firebird-inkheart

I have many f/os, so this isn't all of them but I still did a fair number of 'em.

Also the rating system confused me but I did my best.

Dazai: He looks pretty scrawny, and while he is a pretty good fighter fighter through skill he isn't the physically strongest opponent, but you still wouldn't be able to beat him. He'd come up with some sort of plan where you'd probably think you'd won but then you turn around and oop no Dazai won. How does that work? Who fucking knows.

No fighting Dazai. 2/10

Erza Scarlet: She will kick your ass with the power of friendship and her eighteen thousand swords. Are you kidding me? She's queen of the fairies, no way. Beating her up only inspires her to win for the sake of her guild.

No fighting Erza. 1/10

Shinobu Kocho: She will poison you with a smile on her face. Unless your name is Douma, I would not recommend (ouch).

No fighting Shinobu. 4/10

Chuuya Nakahara: if you're looking to get crushed by a manlet in a fancy hat, then go for it. He's quite possibly one of the strongest ability users out there, but tell him Dazai called him a nerd or whatever and he'll fly into a rage that you can either use to your advantage or will result in you being crushed faster.

No fighting Chu-tan. 1/10

Yosano Akiko: Holy shit what? You're going to fight her? She will hack you to pieces, put you back together, and then repeat, repeat, repeat until she has to go and catch a sale.

No fighting Yosano. 4/10

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: You have a chance so long as he continues to give into his tiredness, he may simply lay there while you beat the shit out of him. Make sure you keep him from going all eldritch monstrocity on your ass though.

Not advised to fight Lovecraft. 3/10

Edgar Allen Poe: He's baby, why would you fight him? I know his best friend is a raccoon and he looks like he hadn't been outside since he was a baby, but what would you accomplish by fighting him?

To remain a decent person no fighting Poe. 5/10

Mark Twain: He's allergic to wearing shirts properly and thinks he's all buff and stuff, but you can punch him in the eye and knock him the fuck out. His little doll friends ain't gonna do shit. So long as you get too close for him to snipe you, you've got this.

Fight Mark. 7/10

Margaret Mitchell: I would really rather you not, she's napping. If you did, though, be ready to get caught in your own personal tornado while she rants about restoring her families honor. Unless your name is Akutagawa, be careful.

Not advised to fight Margaret. 5/10

Higuchi Ichiyo: She's certainly not the most formidable opponent, but she would gladly cut a thousand bitches for the sake of getting senpai to notice her.

You could fight Higuchi but it's not advised. 6/10

Gin Akutagawa: You wouldn't even hear her coming. The thought of fighting her would be brand new and then whoops, you've got a knife to the throat. She's not a leader of the black lizards for no reason.

Not advised to fight Gin. 4/10

Beelzebub: There is a chance that he would literally eat you, but for the most part while he is a big, beefy demon, he's also a teddy bear; he'd probably let you punch him over and over with a straight face. Stay away from his food and you should be fine.

Maybe fight Beelzebub. 6/10

Mammon: On one hand, he is the second most powerful of his brothers, he could easily destroy you. On the other hand, boy gets beat up verbally and physically by his brothers every damn day and has a mountain of insecurities, poke at those and you could probably win. Or make him even more mad. It's a gamble with the avatar of greed, my guy.

Maybe fight Mammon but not advised. 5/10

Jae-ha: He's a quick fellow, and his aim with those daggers is pretty spot on, it'd be very difficult and your best chance would be to try and ground him so he can't use his dragon leg. Although, he's a pervert and would probably like getting beat up, so you could win simply by that

Not advised to fight Jae-ha unless he's feeling especially nasty: 5/10

Chain Sumeragi: She can literally make herself completely undetectable and then stick her hand through you to play with your insides, unless you can get past that somehow, you're fucked.

No fighting Chain. 3/10

Steven Alan Starphase: He will Esmeralda Blood Freeze you before you can even blink and the shatter you into ice cubes for his drink. He ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.

No fighting Steven. 3/10

The Happy Huntresses: They're an experienced team of top of their class huntresses; four badasses trained not only to fight people but also giant evil monsters.

No fighting the happy huntresses. 4.5/10

Meis and Gueira: I mean they look decently tough with those bikes and the armor and the fire, but everytime we see them in a fight they get their asses handed to them in like two seconds. Best to be equiped with a fire extinguisher or like some ice cubes to chuck at 'em.

Maybe fight them. 6/10

Aizawa Shouta: Your best bet is to catch him in the middle of a nap, but please be so careful not to wake him up, he's most likely be so cranky that he'd forget he's a hero and snap your neck.

Not advised to fight Aizawa. 5/10

Idia Shroud: His scrawny ass barely ever leaves his room, he hasn't lifted anything heavier than his phone ever, he's a flaming stick basically.

You could fight Idia. 7/10

Sesshomaru: He has very little mercy to spare and has killed a great deal of people and demons.

No fighting Sesshomaru. 2/10

Annie January: She is capable of blinding and throwing you across the room with a beam of light from her hands and can lift like thirty two times her bodyweight. Unless you also have superpowers, would not recommend.

Not advised to fight Annie. 5/10

Byleth: She's a skilled fighter on her own, but she also has an army of feral students ready to beat the shit out of anyone who messes with their proffessor.

No fighting Byleth. 4/10

Shatina: Her greatest joy is beating people up and watching them bleed, she steps on and torments even her closest allies on a near daily basis. She would crush you and the go right back to drinking.

No fighting Shatina. 4/10

Maeve: I'm actually not sure what kind of fighting ability she has, but why would you want to hurt a goddess?

No fighting Maeve. 5/10

Ban: He's a member of one of the strongest groups of fighters in the land, and he's able to almost immediately regenerate after any and all damage. Also, he's like 10 feet tall, what are you going to do? Chew on his ankles until they snap off? They grow right back.

No fighting Ban. 4/10

Joxter: Fucking feral cat man, too lazy to fight back. Kick his ass.

Fight Joxter. 8/10

Shigure Sohma: Please fight Shigure, please. I will put my bet on you and watch.

Please fight Shigure. 9/10

Vodka: She's used to fighting giant fallen angels, she'd have no trouble kicking your ass and looking good while doing it. Also, she could simply send her hawk Andre to peck out your eyes before she even has to do any work.

Not advised to fight Vodka. 5.5/10

Jordan 'JD' Davies: They're the Jersey Devil. Literally, the Jersey Devil. They'd burn you to a crisp with their fire powers. But, your chances of victory aren't zero if you could find a way to deal with that. They're strong, but you could find a way with a fist fight. Fuck knows they deserve to be fought.

You probably shouldn't but fight JD anyways. 7/10

Zoro: You're going to fight a guy who wields three swords? One of which he sticks in his mouth? He's clearly crazy. Also I'm pretty sure he cuts a mountain in half at some point or something like that? So there's that to take into consideration. You're best bet would be to also be amazing with swords.

No fighting Zoro. 3/10

Nami: She's not the most powerful out of all of all of her crew, but if you beat her you will leave afterwards and notice that your wallet and all your valuables that you had on you are missing and she's already sailing away.

You could fight Nami but you will be poor afterwards. 7/10

Mollymauk Tealeaf: Hasn't he been through enough?

No fighting Molly please. 5/10

Zora: She will turn you into a literal baby, how do you plan on beating her up as an infant with your chubby lil baby hands?

No fighting Zora: 4/10

And I wanted to include some familial too

Yukichi Fukuzawa: Have you seen him fight with a sword? You won't even see him draw it.

No fighting Fukuzawa. 2/10

Ogai Mori: He will trick you into thinking he's merely a simple, friendly neighborhood physician, and then the moment your back is turned there will be a scalpel buried deep in it. Also, he has a demon baby at his command.

No fighting Ogai. 2/10

Kouyou Ozaki: You might think you're sneaking up on her, but her Golden Demon will cut you down without her even needing to look away from admiring the flowers and sipping her tea.

No fighting Kouyou. 2/10

Oda Sakunosuke: HASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.

No fighting Oda PLEASE. 4/10

Ranpo Edogawa: While he has eaten nothing but processed sugar since the day he was born, he will eviscerate you with his words and leave you too mentally beaten to lift a finger. Stuff your ears with some cotton and kick his scrawny ass. The rest of the detective agency will come after you, though.

Not advised but go ahead and fight Ranpo. 5/10

Yumeno Kyusaku: So much as look at this child wrong, much less lay a finger on them, and I will be the one fighting you.

NO FIGHTING YUMENO. 0/10

Lio Fotia: I know he looks like a dandy who was abandoned and raised by a biker gang, but he is also the strongest known burnish. The only thing saving you is his code against killing.

Not advised to fight Lio. 4/10

Laxus Dreyar: He's an asshole, and I completely understand wanting to fight him, but he is jacked as shit with the power of lightning at his finger tips.

It's not smart but I would like to watch you do it anyways. 2/10

Noctis Lucis Caelum: He'd rather fish than fight you, but he is capable of taking down giant monsters and mini armies with the ability to teleport. Tell him Hot Topic is going out of business and he'll crumble.

Not advised to fight Noctis but eh maybe you could. 4/10

Pretty sure all the people I would've tagged have already done it? So do this if you want to.

#self ship #self shipping #should you fight my f/os?#selfship #selfshipping #self ship community #dazian #erzian #I'm too lazy right now to tag them all gonna do that later

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violetsmoak · 5 years ago

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Pieces of April [16/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Author’s Note: Here’s your daily dose of JayTim and baby for your quarantine reading pleasure! Stay safe, wash your hands and support your local healthcare, waste management and retail workers!

First Chapter

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The rest of the afternoon is spent on the phone, fielding calls from various departments and sorting out production complications. Interspersed are texts and Facebook messages from friends and family—Dick, wondering if dinner is still happening on Friday, Bruce wanting updates on the mob case, the Titans wanting to know if he’s coming to San Francisco that weekend—

Tim is evasive with all except the last one, informing Bart that there’s some family drama going on that will keep him home for a while. Once the speedster knows, everyone else will know, so it’s about as effective as sending a group text.

He resists the urge to phone Jason and see how he’s doing; he’s rather sure he won’t pick up.

(“I ain’t a damn kid that needs checkin’ up on, Drake.”)

Not that Tim is checking up on him. He just knows that whenever someone in the family is going through a personal crisis, that’s usually the time when Gotham’s rogues decide to act out.

So really, ensuring Jason’s stress levels stay manageable is a public service.

“Because that sounds like logic,” he chides.

Damian shows up around 3 o’clock and spends the next two hours alternatively disparaging everything about Tim from his too-long hair to how he organizes his filing system, to discussing WE resource allocation for an animal shelter he wants to open. The conversational whiplash is enough to make Tim’s head spin, and he makes a note in his phone to talk to Bruce about whatever it is that’s going on between them that’s so bad Damian prefers Tim’s company to his father’s.

Either Bruce put his foot down about another of Damian’s strays, or he still won’t agree that Robin should have a private prison to lock up rogues.

Whatever the reason, Tim is very much out of his depth at the youngest Bat’s newest tactics for taking his frustrations out on Tim.

Though I guess workplace inconveniences are a huge step up from swords to the gut. Could always be worse, I guess.

It turns out he’s not the only one learning new and interesting coping strategies. Upon arriving home at six, he finds Jason tweaking the tech in his gear on the kitchen table, baby carrier three feet away.

His entire body is tense, like a spring ready to snap.

“Was she up all day or something?” Tim asks on the way in, putting his bag on the floor and loosening his tie.

Jason shoots him a baleful look. “She’s been crying all day. And she’s still barely eating. I think she’s starting to look a little yellow—Tim, why is she yellow?”

And Jason sounds—dare he say it—almost frazzled.

Right. Time for more damage control.

“I’ve got her,” Tim says, easing into Jason’s personal space and taking the baby. “You go to sleep. Or shower. Or watch TV or something. You’re starting to go batty.”

That earns a disgusted look, and even Tim winces because that was just bad.

“Did you seriously just say that?” Jason asks.

“No, you’re sleep-deprived and hallucinated it,” he replies.

“I’ll allow it,” Jason says, yawning. “But only because it could be true.”

Jason shuffles off upstairs and Tim heaves himself onto the couch, pulling out his phone to check his usual online haunts for potential cases or clues for his current case. Social media and forums are pretty good sources once you learn how to weed out the sensationalist crap.

After thirty minutes of nothing, he gives it up and wanders over to the dwindling pile of baby items. Jason hasn’t returned yet, so he’s either passed out from exhaustion in the shower or actually made it to bed. Since Tim can’t hear the water running, he supposes it’s the latter.

It won’t kill me to go without the pre-patrol nap today, I guess.

Studying the pile, he notes that the boxes with the crib, changing table and whatever else needed assembly, have all gone missing. Presumably, Jason set those up this morning in a fit of boredom or paranoia.

The only things that haven’t been touched are the blankets, soft toys and garments, other than whatever Isa’s been changed into already.

There are only about twenty different pieces of clothing, and according to his not-so-new best friend the Internet, that’s not going to be nearly enough given infant propensity to upchuck. Especially since it’s not all the same size. Tam had to guess how big Isa was, so at least half the onesies here won’t fit her for another month or two, which isn’t supremely helpful for right now.

Back to fiddling with his phone, Tim goes online to order some more supplies and discovers, to his delight, that there’s an entire line of pop-culture related babywear. Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Superhero logos…

He grins as he orders one of everything for next-day delivery, wondering whether Jason’s more likely to complain or find it funny.

Under normal circumstances, he’d probably find it funny. For someone else’s kid.

There’s still no sign of Jason after sunset, so Tim feeds and burps the baby, then sets up his laptop and tablet in the kitchen to check some of his surveillance feeds for the mob case. However, Isa protests every time he tries to put her down.

“What’s wrong with you now?” he asks. “You’re warm, you’re fed—” He takes a pause to check and change her diaper, during which time she continues to mewl at him, “—and you’re dry. Which means now’s the time you got to sleep, okay? New babies are supposed to do three things: eat, poop and sleep. So get on that.”

Once again he attempts to wrap her up and place her in her carrier, but the whimpering becomes flat-out crying, her tiny face becoming purple with rage and her eyes pinching shut.

“Okay, okay—putting you down is a no,” he sighs, tucking her back in his arms to rock her gently. He watches his computer monitor balefully, knowing if he’s holding the baby, there’s not going to be any hacking of Gotham’s CCTV tonight.

Could text Babs and ask her to do it. Except then she’ll want to know why.

Which is also a no.

One-handed, he searches out his phone again, looking up possible reasons for Isa’s current temper and potential solutions online. One thing jumps out at him and he brightens. A quick trip to the Nest and back, and he has what he was looking for.

Which is how Jason finds him when he finally comes back downstairs around eight o’clock, showered, rested and altogether more human-looking than what Tim came home to. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, squinting at Tim. “Is that your cape?”

“My cape is made out of state-of-the-art piezoelectric fabric substrates that can become a weapon with the right electrical frequency,” Tim retorts, trying not to feel entirely self-conscious from his seat at the kitchen table, wrapped in a makeshift mei-tai with Jason’s daughter drooling into his chest. “Also, that thing’s filthy.”

“And this is…?”

“My old cape,” Tim replies, going back to his computer. “Sometimes newborns just need to hear a heartbeat to calm them down. The best way is skin to skin, but I’m kind of in the middle of something, so this is the next best thing.”

Jason tilts his head to one side in consideration. “That’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, I looked it up online.”

“Of course you did,” Jason groans, rubbing his temple. “Because that’s what normal people do. I didn’t even think of it, I was too busy trying to get her to stop crying.” He huffs, almost rueful. “Why the hell am I surprised that you’re good at this? You’re good at friggen everything.”

Huh. A compliment. Those are almost as rare coming from Jason as they are from Damian. He must really be out of his comfort zone.

“Maybe it’s just because I have a certain measure of distance from it all,” Tim suggests, standing up to leave his temporary workstation. “If I suddenly found out I had a kid, I don’t know how I’d react.”

“Bull. You’re just like B. You’d just stick it in the back of your mind and forget about how to feel about it until you’re ready to deal.”

Tim feels a sudden flare of anger. “Is that actually how you think I am?”

“You going to tell me you’re not?” Jason challenges.

Tim opens his mouth to do exactly that, only to wrinkle his nose at the sudden stench arising from the lump of baby tucked against his chest.

“Ugh. Someone needs a change.”

Again. Guess I wasn’t so far off about the ‘eat, poop and sleep’ thing.

Jason snorts. “As far as conversation enders, that’s a pretty good one.”

Tim carefully unwinds the fabric from around his body and deposits the slowly waking baby into her father’s arms. “Tag.”

“You suck.”

“Serves you right for being a dick.”

He feels almost no guilt leaving Jason to deal with the soiled diaper and cranky baby this time, still smarting a bit about the resentful accusation that was lobbed at him.

Just because I can compartmentalize doesn’t mean I forget about things. Or that I don’t feel them.

He’s just not like Jason, or Dick, or Damian, who get angry and lash out as loudly and as viciously as they can. And he’s not like Bruce, either, since Bruce really can flip a switch and put something difficult out of his mind if it interferes with the all-important Mission.

Tim’s tried doing that, and as successful as he was in his quest to locate Batman when he was lost in the time stream, that period of Tim’s life was the most desperate and hopeless he’s ever felt. It was painful in a way that was different from losing his father, or Connor, or Bart—mostly because he was forced to bottle everything up to get the job done.

It was months after Bruce returned before Tim started processing things normally again.

Not that I should expect Jason to know that, he muses as he grapples through the rooftops of Gotham. He might know about me from my files and when we occasionally work together, but he’s never stuck around long enough to get to know anyone who came after him.

The night is at its darkest, cut through only by the Bat-signal in the distance. He won’t be running into Bruce tonight then unless the GCPD is bringing him in on the Gazzo case. It’s unlikely since there hasn’t been any retaliation yet. GCPD protocol dictates they’ll pass it off to Homicide until orders from on high turn it over to Major Crimes.

Red Robin ends up stopping two muggings and a drug deal before making his way to Gazzo territory to take some surveillance photos of his own. Security images are helpful in general, but he has camera tech that will let him focus on details the CCTV won’t pick up.

It’s another relatively early night for him, returning home just after midnight to upload his findings to the servers and shower off the grit and grime of the city.

The apartment is silent, and he expects Jason and Isa to be upstairs in the newly built nursery, but upon closing the secret door again, he notices the faint sound of breathing. Creeping over to the sitting room, he finds Jason passed out on the couch beside Isa’s carrier. The television is on but not showing any channel, instead casting a solid blue light across the room.

Tim can’t help noticing how Jason’s habitual frown has eased in slumber. There’s no trace of a sneer or growl on his lips right now, his mouth parted only to breathe.

He has never seen the older man like this.

There are pictures of him at the manor, of course, most of them hidden away in dusty boxes. It’s only recently they’ve started cropping up at the manor again, though Tim isn’t sure whether it’s Dick or Alfred that’s been putting them there.

Hell, maybe it is Bruce. It’s the exact kind of gesture he’d make to try to tell Jason he wants him around more, without actually having to tell him directly.

Whoever’s responsible for them, Tim’s memorized all of those photos. The boy in those is always grinning or making silly faces or not paying attention to the photographer because he’s busy doing something he shouldn’t be.

If there’s a picture of Jason looking so calm and peaceful, it’s hidden away in Bruce’s personal files where no one can find them.

Tim can sort of see why given how vulnerable his predecessor looks right now. This is the Jason that Bruce remembers, the one he’s built up in his memory that’s different from the Jason once enshrined in the much-maligned class case in the Cave. This is the Jason Bruce is trying to find whenever he squares off with Red Hood and mourns as lost when he can’t find him.

Which is stupid since he’s still right here. I wonder if anyone else will ever realize that?

Tim decides not to wake Jason; he might have been a jerk before, but he should sleep while he can.

Instead, he settles in on the other couch with his laptop to review the surveillance shots he took himself and from the security feeds. If he can figure out just which of these mobster muscle heads is the easiest to break, he can get a better idea of what might have happened to the teenager in concrete.

I’ll just do a quick scan tonight, and study them in more detail tomorrow.

Of course, as usual, he gets invested in his work and doesn’t look up again until about four o’clock, when Isa’s sharp cry pieces the silence. Tim jumps, having completely forgotten her presence, but that’s nothing on Jason, who vaults upward from his spot on the couch, body tense and prepared to react to whatever caused the noise, friend or foe.

His hand is already reaching for a gun—one that Tim is thankful to see is no longer there.

“It’s okay, it’s just time for the next feeding,” he says quietly, trying to sound both casual and soothing at the same time. Based on the bleary look he’s getting from Jason, he’s less than successful.

Jason glares at his empty hand, clenched as if to hold onto something, and Tim must be on the verge of falling asleep himself because for a moment he imagines he can see the outline of a sword.

Great. Hallucinations. Tomorrow’s going to be a triple-shot of espresso day, I can tell.

And it’s suddenly occurring to him that babies and their sudden loud noise-making skills might not be the best thing for someone that’s suffered the kinds of trauma Jason has.

He makes up a mental note to look up some strategies for that. He’s not quite sure how he’ll bring up the subject with Jason. While Jason is adamant that Tim’s the most like Bruce, when it comes to avoiding problems, he’s the one that has more in common with the man.

For now, he decides to just act as normal.

“You know there’s a perfectly good bed upstairs?” he quips. “Thousand thread count, fluffy pillows, solid mattress…”

“Shut up. I was watching something. Guess I fell asleep.” Jason swings around and makes a move toward the baby, but Tim makes a motion to stop him.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.”

“You already took her when you got back.”

“How do you know? You were sleeping?”

“I was resting my eyes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Go to sleep or you’ll be face-planting in your coffee tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine, I—"

“This isn’t your responsibility, Replacement. Go to bed—I’ll handle this.”

Jason is clearly not someone to be reasoned with when sleep-deprived; Tim always suspected that, of course, but he’s never had the up-close-and-personal experience. It doesn’t make him any less frustrated.

“The whole point of you staying here is for me to help,” he reminds him. “So would you just accept it already?”

“You’re also the one with a nine-to-five job and actually need the friggen sleep.”

Tim grimaces. “Fine. But I’m going to make up a schedule for us tomorrow so we can divide the babysitting more equitably.”

“You do that, boy scout. Why don’t you make a chore-wheel while you’re at it?” Jason jeers, taking the baby and heading for the kitchen. “This isn’t kindergarten.”

“Are you sure about that?” Tim shoots back, scowling in frustration.

Just for that, I will make one. See if I don’t.

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crazy4dragons · 7 years ago

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Drabble: Cry It Out

"For the love of Thor, tell me what you want!" Astrid exclaimed as she cradled a crying baby Stoick to her chest. He'd been fussing for the past two hours, and nothing would calm him down -- not nursing, not a diaper change, not being cuddled. And while Astrid loved little Stoick, she couldn't take the crying any longer. "Hiccup, I swear to all things sacred, if you just keep sitting there drawing, I'm gonna knock you over the head with my axe," the blonde said, glaring at her distracted husband. Hiccup looked up from his work. "Well, there's nothing we can do. He's just a little cranky. And eventually, he'll be in a better mood and we can have some peace." "So, you don't care that your son is driving me crazy, that I'm at the end of my patience, and that I'm exhausted from waking up to feed him last night." "I do, milady, and I'm sorry. If I could, I'd get up at night and feed him myself, but I don't have the equipment to do that." Astrid's eyes narrowed. "This isn't the time for jokes, Hiccup." "I never said I was joking." The blonde groaned and, approaching her too-calm-for-her-liking husband, held out baby Stoick. "Here. Take him." Putting down his charcoal, Hiccup gathered the baby in his arms. "Shh. It's okay, bud. You're just a little cranky. You get that from your Mama. But you'll be okay soon. Let's just go outside and look at the dragons. You like dragons, right?" He stood up and, grabbing a blanket for the infant, headed out the door. Stoick's cries slowly softened as his father showed him the different dragons. Toothless and Stormfly were playing in the front yard, Cloudjumper was napping in Valka's stables, Hookfang was chasing Barf and Belch around a tree, and Meatlug was enjoying a sandstone dinner. "See, bud? Dragons make everything better." Stoick let out a sleepy sigh. "And now you're ready for bed." The young chief carried his son back inside, and called Toothless and Stormfly in after them. He couldn't wait to tell Astrid that he'd gotten their little son to stop crying, but when he reached the bedroom, he noticed that she was already sound asleep. Grinning, Hiccup placed Stoick in his cradle and kissed his head. After changing into nightclothes, he slipped onto the mattress beside his wife and, wrapping an arm around her, drifted off to sleep with the rest of his family.

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heathergoffrier · 4 years ago

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Every Mom Whose Baby Naps Well Knows These 15 Newborn Sleep Cues

Does your new baby fight nap time and get cranky easily? You might be missing these 15 super important newborn sleep cues! Learn them here plus get a free printable guide "How To Start An Infant Sleep Schedule." Click here to download:

It’s the middle of the afternoon and you’ve worked for 45 minutes to get your baby to nap, but she still won’t do it. Yup, I've been there. If you're like me, you've tried every trick for getting newborn to sleep. Now you feel like a failure and are even tempted to nap with your baby, even though you know it's not recommended. But let's face it, you're exhausted! Your baby never seems tired, she doesn't like her crib... what gives?!

What Are You Missing?

Every baby has cranky moments and bad days every once in a while, but if your newborn is always fighting nap time, it’s possible you're missing some subtle but important sleep cues. Newborn sleep cues help you know right when to put baby down for a nap. Like, the exact moment to head for the nursery. And when you get her down in time, she’ll fall asleep much easier, with less fussing and more peaceful relax time for you. But when you miss that window, you'll have an overtired, cranky and hard-to-get-down baby. No thanks. With a newborn sleep schedule, it's much easier to figure out when your baby might be getting tired. I created a step-by-step guide on "How To Start An Infant Sleep Schedule." Click here to download.

What Are Newborn Sleep Cues?

Newborn sleep cues are the signals every baby sends that show they’re getting tired. Even though she can’t call out, “Mommy I’m tired,” your baby communicates exactly that with her body language. Don’t believe me? Start to watch your infant like an anteater on an ant hill: Are his hands flopping around more wildly than usual? Is he turning his face away from others? Maybe she rubs her ears or starts to stare off into space. Each of those subtle actions are baby sleep cues that you can use, if you’re on their trail, to get your kiddo to bed faster than a hound dog after a squirrel. RELATED: 17 INSANELY POWERFUL TIPS FOR GETTING NEWBORN TO SLEEP AT NIGHT

How Do Newborn Sleep Cues Help?

Newborn sleep cues help moms in the following ways: 1- You’ll know when to put your baby down for a nap. It’s likely that your baby will show sleep cues way before you expect him to. But when you see that he's signaling “I’m tired,” you can know with confidence that it’s time for him to zonk out. 2- Using sleep cues makes it easier for baby to fall asleep. When you use newborn sleep cues, you'll be able to catch your baby in her perfect “sleep window.” A baby's sleep window is when she's most primed to go to sleep easily. Miss that window, and you’ll have a fussy, worked up and overtired baby on your hands. So much harder to put down! But if you capitalize on the signals your baby gives, you can swoop her up and sneak her back to her cozy crib for some sweet dreaming. By getting her tucked into bed, you'll be helping her give in to her own body clock that's saying it's time to rest. 3- Less stress for mom What mom wouldn’t love spending less time getting their newborn down for a nap, while needing to use less soothing and less shushing? All that equals more time for eating an actual meal, catching up on cleaning, or folding tiny adorable baby laundry while watching Fixer Upper reruns. Yassss! 4- WOW others with your baby whispering abilities Since not everyone knows these tips to get baby to sleep, some might object to you taking baby away. For example, when you scoop baby up and declare “it’s bedtime,” Great Aunt Wanda who’s visiting might protest and question whether her little sweetie pie is ready for a nap. But you’ll be able to return with a smile and a wink (without baby) after successfully getting your little one down for a peaceful siesta.

How Long Should I Expect Baby To Be Awake Before Showing Sleep Cues?

When you first get baby home from the hospital, you’ll have a great opportunity to start studying your newborn. You'll notice right away how long he stays awake after eating. For brand new tykes, it's usually just a few minutes, or sometimes not at all! With all the snuggles and sleeping day and night, you’ll be hyper aware of his awake time. Use those times to watch carefully for any signs that he's getting tired (see the list of newborn sleep cues below!) A good rule of thumb for baby’s awake time during the first two months is between 0-60 minutes, with the minutes lengthening out by age. It depends of course on whether he was born early or late, how much he weighs, and personality factors too. But in general, your baby should be back down for a nap after one hour of being up. That includes feeding time! (And yes, I know that sometimes early nursing periods can be 45+ minutes. My oldest was a slow eater, almost drove me bananas!) RELATED: WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START AN INFANT SLEEP SCHEDULE? Logging Baby's Sleep And Activities Helps You Become Aware Of Sleep Cues For help in knowing when to expect baby to start acting tired, it’s a good idea to log your baby’s routine, at least for the first few weeks. If yesterday he was awake for 30 minutes after lunch, you know to pay closer attention to any sleep cues he starts dishing out today around that time. You'll be amazed at how a gentle and flexible newborn baby schedule can help you predict what baby wants and needs next. By logging their activities, you'll be able to work with your baby's current habits to help them get regular naps and even lengthen out night sleep! Talk about way less stress! I break down exactly how to start a sleep schedule in my step-by-step guide of the same name. Click here to download.

Don't you love it when they're so tiny and sleepy they'll zonk out pretty much anywhere? If only it could last! And here's the moment we've all been waiting for! Introducing,

The 15 Most Common Newborn Sleep Cues

Blank stares, eyes glazingBeing less wigglySlowing down, more calmStopping making noises, being quieterLess interactiveSucking is weaker or slowerDisengaging or avoiding eye contactPulling away from othersRed around the eyesYawningRubbing eyesHas a Sleepy lookStarts to get fussy, hard to keep happyCryingWaving and jerking limbs around We hope you enjoy the products we recommend! This post may contain affiliate links. That means we get a portion of the commission if you click through and make a purchase, but you don't pay a cent more. Thank you for supporting our small business as we strive to help you rock mom life! What To Do After Seeing A Sleep Cue According to Tracy Hogg who wrote, "Secrets Of The Baby Whisperer," it's vital to get your baby into bed "by the third yawn." That's the advice I've always followed, and it's never let me down. Once I started seeing sleep cues, I would dance her back to her private retreat center in her pack n play or crib. Then I'd change her diaper, get her all tucked into a swaddle or sleep sack (or Baby Merlin's Sleep Suit-- don't knock it till you've tried it!) and she would conk out.

Isn't this the cutest little puffball you've ever seen? (I know, I'm biased!) Cues That Baby is Overtired As you get to know your baby's sleep cues, you'll also become familiar with her cues for being overtired. Because while we all have the best intentions for getting them down by the third yawn, sometimes it's not possible. Maybe you're at a social gathering and you can't get away. (Not likely during these strange times, but someday maybe that will be a reality!) Or you just don't want to pause your show quite yet, or you're finally getting the chance to talk to your spouse and catch up. Whatever the reason, overtired happens. Here's how you can recognize it: wailing, intense cryingClenched fistsArching back Dropping off to sleep rapidly with barely any wake time (unless brand spankin' new) After these "wonderful" actions from your baby, you'll be more likely to capitalize on those early sleep cues and get baby down for a nap pronto the next time! RELATED: 7 NEWBORN BABY SCHEDULE MISTAKES TO AVOID

In The Heat Of The Moment

So when you've tried every trick in the book, and you're tempted to feel like failure, STOP for a sec and think: I'm NOT a failure, I'm learning and I will get through this!What sleep cues might I have missed?Remember to look for sleep cues after the next feeding cycle (put a sticky note next to your nursing chair)Look back over this list to refresh your memory-- just take a screen shot or pin this post! You can do this mama! Be patient-- as you learn your baby's language and cues, you'll start to recognize her sleep window. Spotting it will make it that much easier to help her fall asleep, and in the meantime, you'll be able to enjoy getting to know your sweet little one!

For my exact steps for starting a newborn baby routine, you can get my free printable guide "How To Start An Infant Sleep Schedule." Click here to download.

The "Newborn Sleep" Series

This is the fifth post in my "Newborn Sleep" Series. Be sure to check out the other posts in the series and stay tuned for new additions! When Is The Best Time To Start An Infant Sleep Schedule? How To Start A 3-Week-Old Baby Sleep Routine 7 Newborn Baby Schedule Mistakes To Avoid 17 Insanely Powerful Tips For Getting Newborn To Sleep At Night Every Mom Whose Baby Naps Well Knows These 15 Newborn Sleep Cues (this post) Read the full article

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hawkland · 7 years ago

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Flower Power (Munch/Fin mini-case fic)

This was written for @svucharacterappreciation for John Munch, for “Past and Other Characters” week. It was inspired, firstly, by a comment from someone on Tumblr who thought my Munch icon there should be wearing a flower crown, and conversation that followed with @thedoctorishereguys. There’s also a bit of a tip of the hat to her story “Singing”, as far as John’s musical tastes are concerned.

It fits into the fic-verse of my Spaces In Between Series, which you can find at AO3. Rated PG for some adult language.

John hummed a cheerful song as he reveled in this fine Spring morning outdoors. He hummed instead of sang the words he knew by heart, for Caleb—wide awake in his stroller, also taking in the world surrounding him—was far too young yet to understand them.

That, and John didn’t want to get odd looks (or worse) for singing “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park” out loud…while in Fort Tryon Park, of all places. Tom Lehrer’s lyrical genius was not always well-appreciated by those not in on the joke, or lacking a sophisticated taste for satire.

So, he stuck to humming.

He’d volunteered for baby-sitting duties today to help out Ken and Alejandro, for it was as good a reason as any to get out and enjoy the change of seasons. And he wasn’t playing hooky, despite it being a weekday; he’d cut his hours at the DA’s office to only part-time since the boy’s birth last November. The job had been more to keep himself mentally occupied than anything else after retiring from SVU. But after four years as a Special Investigator, dealing with cranky ADAs and the sort of messy police paperwork he used to hand in himself, he found it more important now to spend time fussing over his and Fin’s grandchild. The novelty of being a grandparent brought him new challenges and delights—something which didn’t happen often when you were approaching the end of your seventh decade on this planet.

John followed a turn along the tree-lined path that took him down a gentle slope, where spring flowers presented a cascade of blooms and colors in a garden overlooking the Hudson River. He no longer lived in this neighborhood—hadn’t for years, not since he and Fin had finally found a place they could agree upon sharing—but it was still his favorite park in the city. He liked the dramatic views, the relative peace and quiet, and the Cloisters to visit if he wanted to reflect on some art and history. He looked forward to sharing these things with the young boy as he grew old enough to appreciate them.

“What do you think, Caleb? Good place to sit and take a rest?” After close to an hour of walking, John could use a few minutes off his feet.

The infant had no answer for him, save gurgling noises and flailing arms. “I’ll take that to mean you have no objections.” John steered them toward the benches up ahead that looked out over the garden.

Perhaps because there was still a slight chill in the air, the park was even quieter than he recalled it usually being. Few other parents or nannies were out with strollers and only the occasional joggers rushed past, earbuds in place as they tuned in to their private little worlds.

Maybe that was why no one had noticed the small child sitting on the edge of the flower garden until John did. The girl sang to herself and seemed content and unafraid, contemplating the cascading bells of a grape hyacinth between her fingertips.

It would have made for a picture-perfect scene, save for the fact that the child appeared to be completely alone, with no one nearby watching over her.

This can’t be right, John knew, his mind instantly switching into detective-mode.

He surveyed the surrounding area with eyes long practiced to observe detail—and risk. He saw nothing. Most worryingly, he saw no sign of a parent or guardian in the area paying any attention to the girl. So he wheeled Caleb over to where she was sitting, bent down on knees that didn’t particularly appreciate the effort, and greeted her with a gentle, “Hi there.”

The girl peered up at him, curious, then responded with a shy, “Hello.” John gauged her to be no more than four or five years old. She wore clean clothes and looked well-cared for, not dirty or malnourished, her dark hair neatly swept back from her face with a colorful headband.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She hesitated. He almost wanted her to say she wasn’t supposed to tell that to or talk to strangers. But instead she said, “Sofie,” and then went back to fussing with the flowers.

“Sofie. That’s a nice name. My name’s Munch.” She gave him a funny look, as he’d hoped she would. He’d learned long ago that kids got a kick out of his last name, and a smile or a little laughter could go a long way in getting a child to open up. “What are you doing out here today, Sofie? Are you with someone? Is your mother or father nearby?”

“Mommy left me here. She told me to stay by the flowers. I like flowers.”

“I like them too. Especially these.” John pointed toward a group of tall red tulips. He looked around again, alert for any trouble, particularly as he had Caleb with him and didn’t want to put either child at risk. He remembered Fin telling him about Liv being in the park with Noah last year, how a boy discovered by himself in a sandbox had pulled a gun on them both. That wasn’t a predicament he cared to stumble onto, so he remained cautious.

But Sofie had no belongings with her that he could see, nowhere she could be hiding an unexpected weapon. “Do you remember how long ago your mommy left you here?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I hope he comes soon. I’m hungry.”

“‘He’?” John repeated. “Who’s that?”

“The prince. Mommy said if I stayed here and was a good girl, I might meet him. Then he would take me to his castle and make me his princess. And we’d have a dog and two cats and eat pizza and ice cream every night.”

John smiled. “That sounds really nice. So…what does this prince look like?”

“I don’t know!” Sofie blurted out, impatient and as if he were stupid to ask such a thing. “I haven’t met him yet!” She frowned and focused her large, dark eyes on John’s. “You’re not the prince, are you?”

“I don’t know, Sofie. Do you think I might be?”

“I think…I think you’re too old to be the prince. And you don’t have a crown.”

“A crown?”

“Like on tv, or in the fairy tales. A prince should wear fancy clothes. And have a big gold crown.”

Well, he didn’t think his present casual attire was that shabby, but she did have a point. “You’re right, Sofie. I don’t have a crown,” John said sadly, spinning a story in his mind to keep the girl’s attention. “I lost it. I was taking a nap earlier, under the trees back there, and the squirrels stole it. Ever since then I’ve been looking all over the park for it with my young friend Caleb here.”

“I’d help you look for it,” she said, “but I’m s’posed to stay here.”

“I understand. What if you helped me make a new one instead?”

Sofie giggled. “How do I do that?”

John’s thoughts went to what was right in front of them. “How about with these flowers? They’re pretty. Not as fancy as gold, to be sure, but I bet they’d make a real nice crown.”

“Hmm…” she contemplated, and then brightly said, “Okay!”

“Why don’t you pick out some flowers that you like the best. Not too many, though, just what you can hold in your hands. Then we can sit on the bench over there and work on it together.” His knees wouldn’t abide this crouching on the ground for much longer.

She nodded and sprung to her feet, excited to have a mission—and permission from an adult to charge into the flowerbed.

He hoped he wouldn’t get busted for vandalism, but he did have his identification from the DA’s office on him. That should get him out of any potential hot water. And if he stayed with Sofie here by the flowers, he could watch if anyone was planning on coming soon to collect her—either her mother, or whomever else was potentially going to take her. John would love to have a word with this so-called “prince”, if he was more than a figment of the child’s imagination.

But in the meantime, while Sofie gathered up her flowers, John sent a fast text to Fin about what was going on. This situation had SVU written all over it and he knew his husband would agree.

Indeed, Fin wasted no time heading to the park as soon as he received John’s message. Liv had offered to come with, since Rollins and Carisi were busy with a case of their own, but he’d insisted he could handle this solo. He was sergeant now; he could manage a lost or abandoned child without Liv holding his hand. Especially with John on the scene, who would be a lot better than the typical reporting witness when it came to describing what had happened.

Fin knew exactly where John meant when he’d said he was at the flower garden in Fort Tryon Park. They’d walked this path many times on relaxing Sundays past. A number of times on cases, too, which hadn’t been nearly as relaxing. John was no doubt doing a good job of keeping the child calm and entertained until he arrived—at least, Fin figured as much given John’s natural talent for handling kids. And he hadn’t heard back from John since acknowledging Fin’s message that he was on the way.

So yes, Fin expected to find a scene that was well under control. What he didn’t expect was to come upon a scene which left him struggling to contain his laughter—and reaching for his phone to take several photos, even shoot some video, before his husband noticed.

That might not be the most professional conduct for a sergeant, but these were unique circumstances.

For John was seated on a park bench with the girl on one side, Caleb’s stroller on the other. The girl was singing and trying to get John to join her, to teach him the words to the song. At least it wasn’t the other way around, Fin thought, John and those nutty songs of his he’d tried teaching Noah until ’Liv had found out.

But none of that was the remarkable part.

No, that honor was reserved for the crown of flowers encircling John’s head, woven together by what appeared to be dried tall grass and twigs. If Fin had ever seen a more ridiculous sight, he couldn’t think of it—certainly not while caught off-guard like this. The girl had several matching blooms tucked into her headband, and even Caleb’s stroller was now decorated with a small bouquet of daffodils wrapped around the handle.

Rollins is gonna scream when I send her this. Fin chuckled quietly as he saved the video and messaged it to her. Someone needed to retain proof of this moment, in case John caught him filming and immediately demanded Fin delete the pictures.

John eventually turned his attention away from the girl, noticed Fin, and smiled. That set off another wave of laughter from Fin, and the girl asked, “Who’s that? Is he the prince?”

“That’s my prince, Sofie. And now he’s here to help us get you home.”

“Hi, Sofie, I’m Fin,” he said, still grinning. He looked to John and asked, “Who are you now, Cinderella?”

“I always fancied myself more of a Jiminy Cricket.”

“In a flower crown?”

“Just roll with it.”

“I gotta, to put up with you every day.”

“You won’t believe how the rest of today went down.” Fin hung up his coat and started to get comfortable, glad to be home from work at last. “And what ended up being the story with Sofie.”

“Oh?” John came out of the kitchen to greet him with a quick kiss hello. He carried a plate of spaghetti and said, “There’s plenty more on the stove if you’re hungry.”

“Yeah, in a few.” Fin followed John into the living room and sat down at the dining table with him. “Took a little while to find out Sofie’s home address and locate her parents—Maria and Chris Delgado. Sofie couldn’t tell us where she lived, but she knew the name of her preschool. We were able to get the information from them.”

“So why wasn’t Sofie in school this morning?”

“See, that’s what started this mess. School was closed for teacher training and staff meetings. That was gonna put a cramp in Maria’s plans for the day. Turns out, she’s been havin’ an affair with this other dude for a while. Guy who works overnight in a bakery in her neighborhood. He comes over to see Maria and get nasty every day after the husband leaves for work and Sofie’s dropped off for school.”

“Getting it on with the baker? He must be quite the stud muffin.” John waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna ignore you just said that. Anyway. Maria somehow got it in her fool head that Sofie would be fine for a couple hours if she left her in the park, since she likes the flowers so much. That way she could keep her ‘play date’ with bakery boy.”

“You’re kidding.”

“C’mon, man, you worked the job how many years? It’s far from the weirdest or stupidest shit we’ve seen.”

“True. But what was up with that whole ‘prince’ story Sofie was telling me?”

“That’s what Maria told her to make her stay in one place instead of wanderin’ around the park. That she had to stay right there if she wanted the prince to find her. So she’d run back to the park after having her morning rendezvous, pick Sofie up, and act like everything was business as usual.”

John let out a sigh. “Well, I suppose that is, at least, less sinister than some of the scenarios I’d been imagining.”

“Yeah.” Fin’s mind had been full of possibilities, too—child trafficking, some kind of fucked-up pedophilia ring…they’d seen and investigated it all before. Pure human stupidity hadn’t been high on his list. “Still, it could have turned a lot uglier if someone else had come across Sofie. Someone other than you.”

“So where is she now?”

“In foster care, for the night and until DCS can investigate the home situation. Sofie’s mother’s under arrest for child endangerment. The father’s already talkin’ divorce and kicking her out, but they want to make sure he can take care of Sofie first, and that there’s no other abuse goin’ on.”

“What a mess.”

“I swear they oughta make people pass a test, get a license before they’re allowed to breed—and yeah, I know, personal freedom and reproductive rights and all that shit. I don’t need the lecture tonight,” Fin warned. John closed his mouth and shrugged, going back to picking at his pasta.

Fin’s phone vibrated, so he pulled it out of his pocket, read the message from Amanda, and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Rollins says hi.”

“Is that all.”

“And she wants to know if you’ll wear that flower crown for Jesse next time you babysit for her.”

“Of course. You know, I always wanted to be a detective with flowers in my hair.”

Fin shook his head and with teasing affection told him, “Babe, you always were.”

#svucharacterappreciation #my fic #john munch #odafin tutuola #munchfin

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rantingwriter · 7 years ago

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Can you do thing with goms+kagami, kasamatsu, takao, and miyaji where they walk in to find their s/o singing to their kids to help them fall asleep?

Kuroko: After a long, drawn out, meeting with the school board. He wasmore than ready for a relaxing weekend. Walking into the house, he is surprisedby the silence that greets him. He looks around a moment before heading for hisdaughters room. As he approaches the room, he can hear you singing. Peeringinto the room, he finds you rocking your daughter. Singing a lullaby yourmother sang to you when you had problems sleeping as a child. A soft smilegraces his face as the little girl in your arms slowly drifts off to sleep. Youlook up at him with a knowing smile. “You should’ve said something,” hewalks in to help you tuck the young one into bed.

“I was going to, but I was enjoying your lovely voice.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “Can I convince you to sing for me?” The two of you leave the child’s room to continue speaking.

“Well…eat some dinner and clean up, then we can talk about a private session.” You were half joking, but he was a hundred percent serious about hearing you sing again. Moving with purpose to fulfill the requirements you listed. “Better start warming up those vocal chords then.”

“Wait, what? You were serious?” He stops for a moment to look at you. “Yes, I don’t joke, remember?”

Kise: A small handshakes you awake from your slumber. “M-Mommy I had a nightmare.” You yawn and look towards the source of the voice. Your six year old standing there on the verge of tears.

“Aw I’m sorry, would you like to sleep with us?” He nods and climbs into your bed, snuggling between you and your husband, who was faking sleep at the moment. “Better?”

“C-Can you sing to me please?” You smile softly and start quietly singing a lullaby you hear when you were young. Your voice soothing the child to sleep.

“And here I thought you didn’t like singing in front of people.” Kise states with a teasing tone in his voice. You start feeling flustered that he had heard you. “I should start asking you to sing me to sleep if it means I get to hear that voice of yours.”

Kagami: He didn’t mean to stay out so late. His old high school buddies were in town so he had gone out for a few drinks. He kept to the promise he made to you about keeping the drinking to a minimum, but he lost track of time talking to the guys. Walking through the front door he was expecting a lecture, instead he is greeted by a melodic tune. You were singing to your fussy toddler, trying to get him to sleep for the night. The sound of your voice lulling the bundle of joy to sleep. “Wow,” he sighs out, the song bringing a warm feeling to his chest. You look up with a mix of surprise and relief.

“You scared me, where have you been?”

“Did you learn that from my mom? It sounds very familiar…” Your question going right over his head.

“Yea, last time we visited she sang it to her.” You sigh, a small smile making it’s way onto your lips. “It works wonders when she gets fussy. Especially when daddy isn’t home to tell her a bed time story.”

“Sorry, I lost track of time, also had to drive a couple of the guys back to their hotels.” You nod, “Okay, I will let it slide this time…” You got worried easily, due to his line of work. “I’m sorry, how about I make it up to you after I put her to bed.” You nod again, standing to hand the baby off to him. “And then you can sing me to sleep,” He was joking, but he really wanted to hear that voice of yours again.

Kasamatsu: “Stupid Kise, I told him I needed to get home before 10…” The grumbling continued as he unlocked the front door. Said model had invited him to a party and wouldn’t let him leave. He stops his muttering when he hears you. You are laying on the couch singing into a microphone that is hooked up to a couple of small speakers. Said speakers placed on either side of your swelling stomach. You didn’t sing very often, so it was quite a surprise. “What are you doing?” You gasp, turning your head to look at him.

“I was wondering when you would get back.” You chuckle and sit up, with a little help from him. “I read online that singing to your baby helps development. Want to try?” He smiles and shakes his head no.

“I would rather listen to you,” a small blush forms on your cheeks.

“Then, can you play your guitar?” He thinks a few moments before nodding. Grabbing the old instrument to play for you. He was very rusty, but if it made you happy. He would gladly relearn it.

Midorima: His job was prone to calling him in at odd hours of the night. So when he got back home at 3 in the morning. He is rather startled by the sound of you singing voice. Finding you with the twins, calming them after getting spooked by the sounds of your husband leaving and coming home. Peering in to find the three of you on the floor, the two boys snoozing away in your lap. You stop mid lyric when the floor creaks under his weight. “Emergency call again?” He nods, helping you to tuck the boys back into bed.

“Yes, I’m sorry if I disturbed you three.” He puts an arm around your back guiding you back to the master bedroom. “You shouldn’t be up anyways, a good nights rest is important for growing babies.” You roll your eyes feeling his other hand caress your still flat stomach.

“This coming from you who never gets a full night’s sleep?” He turns red out of habit, helping you into bed. “I’m teasing, hurry up and get ready for bed. I need my heater.” You couldn’t help messing with him. Watching as he hurries to get ready for bed again. He really wanted to listen to you sing more, but he was also very tired. Maybe tomorrow he could catch you singing to the twins again.

Murasakibara: Napping on the couch, he was trying to catch some Z’s while his infant slept. Losing quite a bit of sleep lately, taking care of the extremely loud baby. Since you worked the night shift, that meant he was in charge of caring for the little guy. He was half expecting to wake up after about five minutes of shut eye, but to his surprise he got a good two hours in. “How did that happen?” His question barely audible with how drowsy he was even after the long nap. A soft melody reaching his ears from the nursery. He lumbers over to figure out what the source is. Finding you singing to the sniffling child. A lazy smile graces his face as you calm the cranky baby. Once it stops fussing he speaks up, “you will have to teach me that one.” You turn and grin at him.

“Gladly, you look more tired than I do half the time.” The small one babbles something at the two of you.

“Worth it,” he yawns walking back towards the kitchen. “I’ll get her bottle, then you can start teaching me.” You chuckle, letting the little one play with your fingers. Even if it was a lesson, he would gladly sit and listen if it meant hearing you sing again.

Miyaji: Practice today pissed him off more than usual. The neighborhood team wasn’t a serious team, but he was never one to take the sport lightly. Knowing he was probably walking home to chaos was not helping his mood either. Walking through the door he braces himself for the tackle of four small children. Instead he is met by something so soothing his anger dissipates within seconds. Shutting the door quietly, he traces the sound back to you in the living room. All four of your children sleeping soundly. “How?” He asks, keeping his voice down enough to not disturb the young ones.

“Tried a new method for nap time. How was practice?” You tiptoe away from the nappers and move to the other room to keep talking.

“Awful, I wish they would take things more seriously.” He frowns, gladly accepting the hug from you.

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do?”

“You can sing again, for starters.” He smiles at the flush on your cheeks. Just being with you helping his mood already. “And if the little noise makers stay asleep. We can do something else.” His smirk makes your face heat up. Rustling in the other room, telling you both the answer to that second idea. “Guess it’s just a mini concert for me.”

Takao: Running errands isn’t the funnest thing in the world, but if it meant you could relax for a bit. He was happy to help. You had stayed up extremely late with your daughter last night. The poor girl had gotten sick and barely slept the whole night. He returned home to find you on the couch singing softly to the dozing pale girl. She looked better than last night at least. The soothing sounds of your voice is very pleasant. “How is she feeling?” He whispers, brushing a few stray strands from his daughters face.

“She has been better, but at least she stopped vomiting.” You yawn, still looking exhausted.

“At least your lovely singing voice got her to sleep today.” You smile at the compliment, “I’m glad you like it. Want to hear more?” You were joking, but he sits down next to you anyways. “Yes please!~”

Aomine: After going through mountains of paper work. He is more than ready to flop into bed. Walking into the house, he is a little surprised to find the house quiet and intact. Walking towards his room, he is even more surprised to hear you singing. You had all three boys in bed and asleep for the night. Staying quiet, he listens to you and waits for you to leave the boys room. Your voice gradually getting quieter and quieter as you leave the room. “You never told me you could sing.” You jump not realizing he was even home.

“Y-Yea I don’t really like singing in front of people.” He drapes his arm around your shoulders. Dipping his head down to your ear he whispers, “maybe I could make you sing sometime.” The teasing tone in his voice sending chills down your spine.

“What are you insinuating?” He grins at you, nipping your ear a little before kissing the side of your head. “I’m kidding, lets get to bed I’m exhausted.”

Akashi: He was held up in his study all day. You had to bring him food to make sure he ate anything. After finishing up the last of the paperwork he finally gets up from his desk. His joints cracking from siting in the same position for too long. Leaving the stuffy room, he is greeted by a pleasant sound. Walking over to the source, he finds you rocking his son to sleep. Singing the lullaby he heard you play on a music box many times in the past. Waiting patiently for you to put the little boy to bed. He waits until you close the door to speak, “You sound as lovely as ever.” You smile at him, more happy to see him out of his office than you are about the compliment.

“Thanks, I just figured the sound would help him sleep.” You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“You should do it more often, we both like the sound of your voice.”

#kuroko #kise #kasamatsu #kagami #midorima #murasakibara #miyaji #takao #aomine #akashi

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gotbangvixx · 8 years ago

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EXO M when you are singing a lullaby to your baby

Minseok

It had been a long hard day for Minseok but everything seemed to just float away the minute he stepped into the house. Finally he was home and he could relax with you. It was late so chances of the baby being awake were actually slim. Unless his teething was keeping him up again which was likely. You had called Minseok during his lunch break as was your tradition. It started when you two were just dating and kept on through your marriage. Now has become a video call because Minseok wants to be able to see you and the baby. You had told him that the little one was being cranky all day and was most likely teething because he was chewing on everything. Minseok made his way up the stairs carefully because he didn’t want to wake up the baby accidentally. He opened the door the nursery slowly so it didn’t creak. However when he heard you singing softly his heart fluttered like it had when you first met. He leaned against the doorway watching as you slowly rocked back and forth the baby breathing softly but his arm was waving in the air slightly meaning that he had JUST fallen asleep and it was quite time to put him in the bed. Minseok felt love for you both fill him and when you finally put the baby down in his crib he pulled you into his arms holding you close.

“Hey. I love you.”

Lay

You two were visiting your parents who were spoiling your daughter like crazy. Lay tried to argue that she was only two months old and didn’t even recognize them yet! Your mother though just grinned at started to talk to the baby who then smiled. Lay groaned and conceded the point that okay the baby does recognize them but she certainly won’t remember the presents! Besides where the hell is he going to put a giant bear anyway? Your mother just waved him away knowing that he is just teasing. It was a busy day but it also gave him the opportunity to sneak away with you and get some cuddle time in. A year ago he never would of thought that he would sneak away to just cuddle but after two months of taking care of an infant who wakes up ever few hours cuddling is all you two have strength for. Of course cuddling turned into a spontaneous nap. When he woke up about 45 mins later he was alone and a bit miffed you didn’t wake him up. He went in search of you and found you in your childhood bedroom the three of you were sleeping in for the night. You were laying on the bed with your baby laying beside you surrounded by pillows so she doesn’t roll away. You were singing softly to her and rubbing her stomach softly. Lay could feel his heart melt and he moved to kneel on the bed too and smiled softly.

“You really are an amazing parent. Even if you did leave me to wake up alone... “ You roll your eyes and throw a pillow at his face.

Jongdae

You had gotten your wish. You three month old son takes after Jongdae almost entirely and you couldn’t be happier. However your son unfortunately takes after you and gets sick easily. You had hoped this wouldn’t happen but after his second cold this month it seemed to be fate. He was fussy and does not want to go down for his nap. You tried everything you knew to try and get him to fall asleep. In his swing he was content for a few moments but the second the neighbors dog started barking he woke up. When you wiped him down with a warm cloth it seemed to ease him but when you tried to put him back into in his onesie he grew restless again. You rocked him in the rocking chair which seemed to do the most in helping but he was still refusing to sleep and was now starting to cry because he was so tired. You remembered how Jongdae always managed to get him asleep with a lullaby something you never quite did because you couldn’t sing very well. But hey it was worth a shot. So you started singing to him softly still rocking back and forth. It worked your son settled and soon feel asleep. You kept singing just in case when suddenly the much sweeter and certainly better sounding voice chimed in. You looked up to see Jongdae standing beside you singing along. You both sang together even though your voice kept cracking and was not matching his pitch but it was okay. Jongdae smiled at you and you gently handed off your son to him so he can cuddle him for a moment before depositing him into his crib.

“It’s a good thing I can sing otherwise our poor son will grow up to be tone deaf..” “Oh shut up Jongdae!”

Kris

Someone please save this poor boi from dying of cuteness overload. Today had been a great day. Every thing was going great from his morning of rolling over and kisisng you awake (and a little bit of other things too *wink wink*) and then collecting your baby from the crib to morning traffic actually being non existant that morning. His afternoon had gone amazing as well because he opened his lunch box to see the lovingly prepared lunch you had prepared for him along with a note saying you love him and hope he has a great day and even had a little hand print from your son on it. When he got home he had full intentions on taking you out to dinner as a thank you for the wonderful lunch but you were no where to be found downstairs. You car was still in the driveway and you prefer not to walk with the baby on windy days. That must mean you are upstairs in the nursery. He was already mentally adjusting his plans of taking you to just ordering in dinner from your favorite take out place when he could hear your voice drifting from the nursery. A smile spread over his face and he listened outside the cracked door because he knew the second he opened it you would stop singing. You claimed you had a horrible singing voice and no matter what Kris did he could not convince you that it was beautiful. He should know because he is the entertainment business, but you insist he is wrong. He must have been sitting outside the door for at least twenty minutes before he realized that you were rustling the babies blankets signaling you putting your son in his crib. He opened the door as you reached and it and pretended he wasn’t listening through the door. He didn’t want to embarrass you.

“Oh hey baby! Did you put the baby to sleep already? How bout we order in tonight. You deserve to be spoiled.”

Luhan

Luhan was normally the one to put your son to sleep at night. He just had this touch that always calmed him and he drifted off into sleep no mater what. But this was not always possible because of Luhan’s schedule. He was a busy busy man so you would step up and take the reigns so to speak. Unfortunately that meant taking a full hour of trying to put him to sleep. It was never an easy feat and it didn’t help he was running a low fever. He seemed to getting in a front tooth so you anticipated sleepless nights for the next few months. Teething sucked so bad for babies and you were nearly crying because you could tell your little baby was hurting. You were pacing the nursery bouncing the baby in your arms rhythmically. You started out humming at first but you could never just hum and it always turns into singing which is what happened now. You started singing softly the lullaby you had heard Luhan sing at night. You knew it was nothing like Luhan singing it but you tried your best. The baby seemed to appreciate this because soon drifted off into sleep. Not wanting to wake him up you kept singing softly for a few more minutes and then gently placed him in this crib. You turned to see Luhan in the door watching you with a soft expression on his face. He was holding a plastic bag and held it out for you. You could see some teething medicine for the baby as well as the hard biscuits babies chew on to help ease the pain and best of all a new teething toy that you could freeze which would really help the poor little guy. You threw your arms around Luhan and kissed him in thanks. He pulled you out into the hallway and deepened the kiss as he pressed you against the closed door. You could feel his... appreciation for you growing as he held you close. You laughed and pushed him aside telling him to go put away the stuff he brought and to wait ten minutes then join you in your bedroom.

“But Baobei I want to show my love to you NOW not later.” “Lulu I promise you will want to see what you will get for waiting”

Tao

Colic. Colic has to be the worst thing on the planet. It is something babies get when they get gas in their tummies and it hurts. They cry and flail and will not stop until the pain goes away. Do you know what is worse than colic? TWO babies with colic. Yep twins. Your beloved Tao and you had been blessed with twins. Not exactly what you had expected when you two decided to look into adoption but hey who could say no to two beautiful newborn girls. Now a month and half later you are questioning your sanity. Tao on the other hand was beside himself with worry when your beautiful daughters were inconsolable in their cribs. You recognized the symptoms and had Tao call the babies doctor for advice. The doctor suggested a heating pad and set the babies on the their stomach with the heating pad on the lowest setting and if that doesn’t work to try gas drops. Tao immediately left to go get both the heating pads (yours had an unfortunate accident with a puppy who liked to chew things) and the gas drops. The girls were still crying no matter what you did so you called your mother in tears yourself. She calmed you down saying that this happens sometimes especially to babies when they are small and it is okay you are not horrible parents. She suggested the same things the doctor did and when you told her Tao went out to get them she said your father used to lay you on his chest and talk to you when you had colic as a baby. You thanked your mother and did exactly what she suggested. You stripped the babies to their diapers, discarded your own shirt and laid the babies on your chest with a blanket covering all three of you. It took a little of rearranging but the girls were still just small enough to fit nestled together on your chest. You rocked back and forth in the rocking chair and began to talk to them softly which then turned into singing because that is what soothed the girls the best. Miraculously it worked. You held the girls close with a secure arm around them and kept singing. You heard Tao nearly running up the stairs with the bag and watched as he stopped and stared at the sight. You smiled at him and kept singing softly the girls now falling asleep. He walked over to the two of you and ran a careful hand over their backs before kissing the top of your head softly.

“I love you so much Baobei you take care of our babies so well. I could not of asked for a better soul mate.”

Okay so this gif doesn’t exactly match but think of it as Tao in a few years when one of the twins comes to see him perform

The plot addiction strikes again! So I tried to keep this gender neutral as possible and I also didn’t name the babies because I am not familiar enough with Korean or Chinese names to be confident in naming them. Both cultures have wonderful traditions and that extends to baby names. So I decided to let the reader think of a name themselves. Also in the name of being gender neutral I also had the reader and Tao adopt. I hope these things I did was okay and if you actually wanted a specific gender for the reader please let me know and I can do another one. Also I got a little smutty on Luhan’s part but it isn’t quite NSFW. I will let the reader think further on what happened next. *WINK WINK*

Do you crave something? Send us an ask and we will try our best to deliver! We do reacts, fake snaps/texts, drabbles, and imagines!

BTW I adore babies like you would not believe which is why working with Prussia is so perfect! She doesn’t like something and I love it or vice versa! Lol

-Starfish

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