#and domestic/slice of life fluff

[raccoonfallsharder]

new rocket raccoon smut just dropped ♡

sidenote: i fuckin love this community. thank you all for being absolute babes. have some smut for your monday

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (The Ninth Visit)

Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 8/21] Sequel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl [domestic fluff, dirty talk, oral sex - mind the ao3 tags. you can read this without reading Sweatshirt Girl but some of the throwaway lines will make more sense if you do.] Summary: Study Night. or - why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself.

[comics-inspired, though i'm fucking around with timelines/continuity and you really don't need any comics-context to ride this ride]

up next: expect Date Night (The Fourteenth Visit) in mid/late September

[aventurineswife]

Hi! I had this idea a few days ago so I was wondering if you could.

The hsr characters (Aventurine, Sampo, Childe and Scar) have a child with the reader, the detail is that their child is quite attached to them both, so they cry if not both with him or he will grab his manga with teary eyes so he doesn't leave. Is this a funny scenario? I created it, take your time for this request!

{💤🩵} anon

“I want my Daddy!”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Childe x Reader, Scar x Reader, Family Bonding, Fluff, Domestic Life, Parental Love, Comfort, Reunion, Emotional Scenes, Tender Moments, Father-Child Relationship, Slice of Life.

Warnings: Light Angst, Mentions of Separation, Child's Fear of Abandonment, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: BRO WHY AM I GETTING SO MANY DAD AVENTURINE REQS ALL OF A SUDDEN?! LIKE I JUST FINISHED WRITING THE DAD AVENTURINE FIC!! 😭 I guess, time to cry fr 😕💔 Also, I changed it a bit since I had hard time understanding the req(I'm dumb sorry) so I hope you don't mind!

The soft light of your shared apartment filtered through the blinds, casting golden streaks over the plush carpet where your child, a tiny bundle of energy and love, sat cross-legged. Their favorite manga rested in their small hands, though the pages were blurred by the teardrops welling in their wide eyes mirroring Aventurine’s. They hiccupped, looking at you pleadingly.

“When’s Daddy coming home?” they asked, voice trembling. You crouched down, smoothing their hair, identical to their father’s, and offered a warm smile.

“Soon, sweetheart. He’s just working hard to bring us something special.” You knew Aventurine’s job often meant long hours and the occasional high-stakes gamble, but he always made time for family.

As if summoned by your words, the door clicked open, and Aventurine’s charismatic presence filled the room. His coat swayed dramatically as he stepped in, eyes lighting up when he saw your child launch toward him, manga forgotten on the floor. “Daddy!”

He caught them mid-leap, twirling them before placing a soft kiss on their forehead. “Did you miss me already, darling? You’re going to make me think I should quit the IPC and stay home all day.” His teasing tone belied the genuine warmth in his voice. He shot you a wink, and together, the three of you melted into a laughter-filled embrace.

The marketplace bustled outside, but the cheery noises of haggling merchants were drowned out by the soft sniffles of your little one. They sat curled up on the couch, clutching their manga as though it could conjure Sampo back from wherever his latest “business deal” had taken him. Their eyes peeked up at you tearfully.

“I know Daddy promised to be back,” they murmured, burying their face further into the book. “But what if he got lost? Or—”

“Hey now,” you interrupted gently, brushing their dark blue bangs aside. “You know your dad’s the slipperiest guy in the entire Belobog. No one’s catching him—he’ll be home soon.”

Right on cue, the door creaked open, and in waltzed Sampo, his jacket swinging. “Did I hear someone missing their old man?” He grinned, arms wide as your child bolted toward him. “Ah, there’s my little business partner!”

He spun them around before collapsing dramatically onto the couch with them in his lap. “What’s this? Reading manga without me? Betrayal!” he cried, only to be silenced by their joyful giggles.

You watched from afar as the two reunited, your heart full at the sight of Sampo’s humor and charm seamlessly calming your little one’s worries.

(Header credits)

Your child’s muffled sobs echoed through the quiet of the living room. The little one, with hair that matched Childe’s, sat curled into a ball on the couch, clutching their favorite manga against their chest. Tears rolled down their cheeks, but they were trying to be brave, just like their father always taught them.

“Mommy/Papa, when’s Daddy coming back?” they asked between hiccups, their eyes wide and glistening with tears. You crouched beside them, pulling them close and wiping their tears away.

“Soon, my little warrior,” you promised. “Daddy’s out doing important work, but he’ll be back before you know it.”

As if on cue, the front door opened with a creak. Childe’s tall frame filled the doorway, his bow slung casually over his back. His eyes softened instantly at the sight of your tearful child.

“Daddy!” They leapt from the couch, manga forgotten, and ran into his waiting arms. He scooped them up effortlessly, holding them close.

“Hey there, my little fighter. Have you been holding down the fort for me?” he teased gently, ruffling their hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

They nodded furiously, their tiny arms clinging tightly to his neck. “Don’t go away again, Daddy.”

Childe chuckled, shooting you a warm smile over their shoulder. “I’ll always come back to you, I promise.”

The quiet hum of the room was broken only by the soft sniffles of your little one, their small hands clutching a manga as though it could summon Scar back. They sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, their mismatched eyes—just like his—glistening with unshed tears. They looked up at you, their lips trembling.

“When’s Daddy coming back?” they asked, their voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too quiet without him.”

You knelt beside them, brushing their hair back gently. “Soon, my love,” you murmured, your tone soothing. “Daddy’s never gone for long. He’s just working on something very important, you know how he is.”

They hiccupped, clutching the manga tighter. “But what if he gets hurt again? What if he doesn’t come back this time?” Their wide-eyed gaze pierced you, filled with an innocent fear that only Scar’s reassurances could truly soothe.

Before you could respond, the door creaked open, and Scar’s voice filled the room, low and melodic. “Hurt? Me? Never. You know your old man is indestructible.”

Your child’s head snapped up, their tears momentarily forgotten as they bolted toward the door. “Daddy!” they cried, dropping the manga to the floor as they threw themselves into his waiting arms.

Scar knelt to catch them, his dramatic flair shining even in this tender moment. He twirled them once before cradling them close, his mismatched eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to their forehead. “Did you think I’d stay away from my two favorite people for long?” he teased, his usual wide smile gentler now. “I told you, didn’t I? No force in this world can keep me away.”

Their tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck as they sobbed into his shoulder. “Don’t leave again, Daddy. Please.”

He glanced at you over their head, his gaze meeting yours with an unspoken promise. “I’ll always come back,” he said softly, more to you than the child. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[tusswrites]

The Scarlet Dress Debacle

Pairing: Seungcheol (Scoups) x Female Reader (Established Relationship) Genre: Angsty Fluff. Purely Domestic. Dad Cheol. SFW. Borderline suggestive so MDNI

Warnings: Slight description of breastfeeding. If you are uncomfortable, please don't read it.

Word Count: 3.4k (Drabble go awimbawe)

Master List is here

Part 1 is heeeere Part 3 here

Summary: In which you brought a scarlet dress without Cheol's knowledge, causing a dip in your savings but a leap in your heart. This is slightly heavy ngl. There were many moments I had to stop writing just to take a breather. There were many scenes I cut out cause of how raw it was. Please be mindful in the comments. What inspired me for this fic

"Ma-maaa " Your baby was squealing, shrieking all in one. Her grubby eyes kept reaching out for you, wanting to be carried. Although your heart ached to just stoop down and carry her and receive some 'Hana cuddles', you couldn't just leave your task at hand. You were rolling dough to make bread. The stove had bulgogi on it, a luxury in your house and you found yourself  pacing back and forth between the grinder, the stove and the island trying to multitask.

You bent down to give her a small spoon and bowl, to appease her whines. Thankfully, she was satisfied for now, choosing to play with her toys. She was a Seungcheol carbon copy, pouty lips and a sulky nature when she wasn't given enough attention.

You had  protested at the uncanny resemblance too, nine months in your belly and the audacity to come out looking like her dad?

However they died down when she ended up being a 'mama's girl' to Cheol's chagrin. She needed your attention on her at all times, happy even just to be in your presence.

You had tied the end of her ankle to the table leg. For a baby, she sure was a rapid crawler. In the blink of an eye she could be seen yeeting herself out of the room in the most hilarious ways. Not able to catch up with her, you had come up with a scheme to let her crawl away as long as she remained within eye range. She didn't mind it anymore, you were at peace now. A win-win situation.

The timer beeped. You put down your dough and went to the corner of the room where Sollie was in timeout. 

"Sollie, time out's done bub, can you turn around for Eomma?."

No sooner were you finished speaking than you had an armful of a teary eyed Hansol in your arms. You cradled his head and scooped him up, trying to reassure his whines.

Although you didn't pick him up till you were done asking him some questions, you supposed today you could let it pass. After the customary five minute walk around the kitchen, holding a now sniffling Hansol, you turned off the two burners, transferring Hana's lunch from the grinder to a bowl and set Sollie  on the island.

Although he kept shaking his head, still wanting to be carried, you knew he needed this.

"Hansol, can you tell eomma what you did wrong?"

His eyes looked at everything except for you, opting to avoid your stern eyes. When you still didn't relent, be brought out that pouty lip.

"I push Hana eomma ."

"And?"

"And an- I hit her."

"And what do we say about pushing and hitting in this house Hansollie?"

He was beginning to get distracted, choosing to fiddle with dough you were rolling a minute ago.

"Hansol, please look at eomma ."

He turned back at you, bottom lip still not set back.

"What did we say about pushing a baby? We use our...?

"Hands!"

You had to maintain your giggle else you'd break character. Kids came up with the  darndest things.

"No bub, we don't use our hands we use our ..?

" Words eomma "

"Good job baby! Did you learn your lesson baby?"

A nod.

"Sorry eomma."

"You are okay baby. You should be apologizing to Hana baby. She could have gotten an owie. Do you wanna give Hana a hug too?"

Another nod.

"Ppo ppo?"

Giving him a long kiss, one he was beginning to wriggle away from, you set him down, sending him away to Hana. 

You watched as he ran to Hana, who was ignoring the both of you happily slobbering away licking her toys. How babies got happy licking things was a mystery to you.

You sighed as he engulfed Hana in a hug, one she was not too happy to receive beginning to push back. You chuckled and went back to your work, choosing to avoid the heaviness in your stomach.

Today was just not your day. Hansol getting a timeout was the final straw before he got punished.

It seems his terrible two's had descended into terrible threes too. Ever since you had joined work after your maternity leave was up, you had to send him and Hana to daycare, not able to juggle both at the same time.

The other alternative was for you and Cheol to take shifts around the clock but he had put a foot down, pouting his way out. "I married you to see you too, you know. What's the point of having kids if they only see one parent at a time, shifting shifts?"

You had dug into your savings and invested in day care, it's a small bump in the road.

Today was your team outing, a two day trip to go on a tour with your colleagues. However you took these two days to spend some extra time with the kids, the mom guilt eating you up. Hansol basked in your attention, choosing to whir out all his personalities today.

You loved your little boy but he was Jekyll and Hyde personified. 

Sometimes, he was the best boy, always giving out hugs and kisses, to anyone who needed it (his parents all the time) and dancing around the house singing the odd rhyme and limerick.

Other times, like today, everything triggered his temper. He refused to go for naps, wanting you to keep carrying him everywhere, and this led to his crankiness, destroying everything in his path.

He broke a plate when you didn't give him attention fast enough and although you did excuse him because his sorry eyes resembled his father's and had you melting, this led up to even more chaos, pulling out Hana's hair and even slapping her head, causing him to be sent to time out.

You knew he was jealous of Hana and you were trying your hardest to pay him extra attention because you never wanted him to experience middle child syndrome. But sometimes he took that attention for granted.

Arin was reading her book in the bedroom. "Bless the child" you thought.

Arin was just like her dad, a quiet soul who never took her nose out of her books, never the one to fight over toys while her younger siblings fought tooth and nail over toys. she was your little helper. But everyone has days, you suppose. She was an extremely picky eater and had refused to eat anything except for bread, choosing to spit out everything else.

You had to inevitably force feed her leading to her break out and call you an 'idjit and ninny' (you had to admit it was hard to maintain a straight face after being called that by a seven year old but you knew one slip up and she would continue using that up, ultimately leading to her time out too.

After her time was up, she had refused to play with Hansol, choosing instead to read her books, and you didn't want to argue. Though you had a sneaking suspicion she was learning more words to store in her memory and call you when the best of her temper arrives.

Hana was at her teething stage, fussy and irritable over anything.

Battling between three kids fighting for attention from you and throwing tantrums, you wonder 'did I give birth to monsters?'

It was evening, and you were longing to have Cheol home to take some load off your shoulders.

You finally did end up putting Hana and Hansol for a nap, choosing to spend some time with your eldest child, reading 'Heidi' for the seventh time this week. 

Taking a small break to check on the Sundubu Jjigae, you walked your way to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

Your heart was in your throat, tiptoeing your way to the front door. Peeping through the soul, you were met with the delivery man. Ahh crap the dress you had ordered online was coming today.  Just your luck.

Thanking the man, you lay your body on the door holding the box to your chest. Cheol hadn't known you went behind his back to buy this.

You and Cheol had made a vow three years back that you wouldn't buy gifts for each other except for necessities, choosing instead to save up that money and buy something nice for your children. After all, didn't they deserve some happiness? 

However your team was hosting its annual dinner and you were out of nice things. None of your old dresses fit you anymore, your body had changed after Hana and you wanted to wear something nice. Something that wasn't your typical office wear, something that made you look pretty.

You were embarrassed to tell your husband any of this which was why you had made your purchase from the work computer, using your salary account to pay.

Donning on the scarlet dress you gasped at your reflection. It fit you like a glove, choosing to highlight your curves, curves that you had begun to start loving thanks to your husband who found every part of you sexy.

Your boobs didn't look droopy in this, choosing to stay perky and well snug under the fabric. And your tummy? The soft pooch you had grown just gave an extra dimension adding on to the character. You did a small twirl, appreciating yourself in the mirror, loving every moment in the dress.

Now the guilt began. You knew the choice to buy this dress came in a haste decision, wishing for something pretty. Although you and Cheol had made that decision to be rid of nice things at the choice of sacrificing for your kids, a selfish part of you had rationalized that he was never without gifts.

He still had his rich friends who showered him with luxurious gifts.

Despite having been kicked out by his 'parents', his mom would come to see him on the rare occasion that his dad was out of town. After all, she couldn't bear not seeing her baby for too long. He was indeed a 'mama's boy'.

Your mother in law was a kind and generous lady to those who she loved and despite making it very obvious she did not like you, she loves her son and grandkids. You had learned to cope with it. She would always come packed with gifts, showering them with everything they wanted. 

Outfits for years to come: iPads, a whole kitchen set for Hana, a race car collection for Hansol, a library of books for Anna, a whole wardrobe of clothes for Hana (a pity, she outgrew most of them)  and a drum set for Hansol. And she never forgot her son, making sure to gift him his favorite branded shirts and pants and an endless supply of wallets now.

Initially your mother in law had opted to forget about Arin, not wanting to buy anything for a child that was not biologically her sons but your husband had put his foot down, gifts for all three children equally or no visitation rights. You suppose she loves her son too much to lose him to a seven year old's gifting choices which was why she had begun to start gifting Arin too.

You were happy for your husband and children. You were. But sometimes you crave nice things too.

At her son's warning she had begun to buy you kitchen sets - ceramic pans and copper pots- but you knew they were more to make sure her son was well fed than for you. You never protested. You were happy. But going online and coming to work, seeing all these beautiful dresses and gorgeous women made you feel self conscious of your drab wardrobe and out of season fits .

You didn't want to tell Cheol about your worries. Didn't want him to fight with his mom and cause more tension between the two of them, didn't want to feel silly for wanting such trivial things and most importantly didn't want to hurt his pride that he couldn't afford whatever you wanted. 

This dress seemed to be the perfect outfit that you could wear for dinner next week. It'd been almost a year since you last ventured into  a gown and put on extra makeup. But with the kids asleep, Arin mesmerized in her book and still some time left before Cheol came home, you had gotten bold.

Letting down your hair, you applied some makeup and before you could look at your reflection, you heard a cry.

"Hana."

You had to get to her before she woke Hansol up too. Running to the kids room still in your dress you were met with a mess. Hansol had woken up too crying louder than his sister, who seeing competition had resorted to shrieking out. 

Lifting up both your crying children, you carried them to the living room where Arin sat, still unbothered and buried in her book. You started pacing around the room, humming every lullaby you could think of, hoping to pacify your children. The microwave was beeping incessantly adding to the mix of loud sounds and you needed Arin's help.

"Arin baby could you please switch off the microwave? Just click on the "Stop' button once." Ever the obliging child, Arin walked over to the microwave.

It all happened so fast.

One minute she was walking back, the next moment her eyes- still fixed on the book , glanced away from her surroundings slipping on the fabric you had tied to the leg of the table causing the table to jerk and you watched in slow motion as the candle you lit a few moments ago, to celebrate a good day, tumbled down.

With Godspeed, you ran to Arin, pushing her away milliseconds before the flames could touch her. Not expecting the push, the book went flying right into the candle, effectively burning up a page. Not so gently you placed your still crying babies down, rushing to stop the flames before they got big. Not able to locate anything in the near vicinity, you began to fan it down with your bare hands effectively adding more fuel to the fire. Just as you began to panic, a stream of water was thrown at the candle killing the fire.

You watched in amazement as Cheol's stricken face came into your view. When did he arrive?

Right. The now three screaming children and smoke alarm blaring in the background had probably silenced his coming in.

How had a small candle caused the smoke alarm to roar? A burning smell infiltrated your senses. Oh. There goes your welcome meal you had planned to surprise your husband with, the evidence of which was burning on the stove.

You wanted to put everything down and just walk away from the utter chaos that was your house and three screaming kids racing to be the loudest.

But you couldn't. You couldn't even give him a welcome kiss. Divide and conquer was the only way to diffuse the situation.

Cheol hoisted up Arin and Hansol who were now much calmer after having seen their Appa comforting hem and you picked up Hana who was now gnawing at your boob.

Ahh, she was probably hungry. Unzipping your side zipper, you placed her under, quietening her cries. Running to the kitchen to switch off the stove which you see has already been switched off. Ahh he must have been quicker than you thought.

"Ahh eomma was playing dress up I see? Is that why she couldn't play tag with you?"

You froze in place.

You knew he didn't mean anything by that, even going so far as to send you a flirty wink after having given you a once over when picking up the kids.

But in this expensive dress you had brought without consulting him, adorning yourself in makeup on your day off and inadvertently setting Arin up by leaving that cloth on the corner, the guilt eating you alive, his offhand comment seemed to be the icing on the bitter cake. 

Cheol was in bed, fully showered, having eaten his dinner and ensured that all three kids had been tucked tight.

But you were distant. He didn't know what caused that. He had made sure not to feed your guilt by commenting on the fire. He was in the right place at the right time and being a father to toddlers, he knew accidents were prone to happen anytime. He didn't blame you at all.

So why were you upset?. Thinking hard, the only probable explanation came to mind.

Ahh. He hadn't commented enough on your outfit. He didn't have it in him to spare more than a second glance, you had run into change back to pajamas while feeding Hana.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder, turning you toward him. You were not asleep , he knew that. On tiring days like this you snored. Not that he would ever admit that to you for fear of losing his family jewels.

"You looked gorgeous in that dress babe. Stunning. Should have clicked a picture with you on it ."

A rather long pause. In hindsight, he should have dwelled on that pause.

"Really?"

"Really darling. Red is totally your color."

You might have trained your husband to compliment you beyond the usual "sexy' and classic "ooh lala ' with a sleazy wink. Not that they never made you week in the knees.

"Sorry I didn't come with you to the store to choose for Nana."

Silence. What?

"Nana?"

"Yeah, it's her birthday next week right, didn't you buy this dress for her? It's alright I won't tell her you tried it out. Your secret's safe with me baby. The kids are not coming so you are extra safe. No snitches" Another soft kiss.

You didn't buy this dress for Nana. You brought this for you. But Nana's birthday was coming up next week and you had forgotten to get her a gift. Not this dress though. But he didn't know that.

"Wouldn't it be too loose on her?"

"Nah she will alter it. She can afford that. It's fine babe."

He didn't get your hesitance.

"It's just that-"

A snore startled you. You felt terrible, wanting to argue with him over a dress when he was bone tired after a long day at work.

But you couldn't sleep. The dress kept popping off in your head. It had felt right on you, just you. You missed the feel of it, soft on your skin and the hue matching your complexion. Red really was your color.

Monday, after work you walk over to the study he had set up for himself in your bedroom. A pair of glasses perched on his nose, the table lamp casting a warm glow on his shiny lip, he looked extremely hot for lack of a better word. Oh. What a man. All he was doing was licking his lip poring over a stack of papers and yet you were weak in the knees.

Feeling an extra presence, he turned to catch you ogling at him shamelessly. Smirking, he beckoned you over.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you sauntered over to him and sat in your destined seat- his thighs. Picking you up and placing you in a position more comfortable to him he kissed the top of your head returning to his task at hand. You didn't mind the silence. You needed peace and quiet to continue drooling over your husband.

You never bothered with the finances anymore. Your whole life you had burdened yourself with financial choices for your family and after months of training Cheol how to file taxes, he had eased that burden from you. He was good with numbers after all. 

"Come back to me baby".

You were drawn away from your admiration for your man by a rude nudge.

"Hmm?"

"Now you choose to respond? I have been calling you for some time now."

Oh you hadn't noticed that. Time flies slowly in dream land.

As if to prove a point, his thumb came to wipe out the bottom corner of your chin, wiping your drool condescendingly. 

You turned to glare at him, his comical eyebrow wag making you giggle.

"I wasn't even-"

"Sure you were not drooling over me baby. Flattery's nice and all but not today horn dog." A long kiss on your lips leaving you breathless

How you quickly changed from that couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other to the ones who needed to schedule their sexy times was truly comical.

He kissed your droopy shoulders and resumed writing down the expenditure for the month. For a man who resented his father, he did carry an uncanny resemblance to him.

Perhaps now was the best time to approach your topic. The one you had been pushing away for far too long. 

"Cheollie?"

"Yes jagi?"

"I want to talk to you about something."

Instantly he placed his pen down and lifted you up, maneuvering you to turn and meet his gaze. He never declined the opportunity to give you attention, when the topic was serious. Knowing you, you must have killed yourself by overthinking before making the move to approach him.

Now that you had his full attention you were blushing under his scrutinizing gaze feeling rather stupid for having this conversation in the first place. But you were in too deep and your husband wouldn't leave you till you told him so tell him you will.

After a quick change in the topic that is.

"Arin is pretty upset that a page got flamed, we need to buy a new book for her."

"You are doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"That thing where you change the topic, according to how you fit the mix. Like right now, you were not coming over here to talk about Arin."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Is he implying you never talk about your children unless you need something from him?

"Oh my Y/n! I meant nothing wrong, please . stop . overthinking. love."

To prove his point he kissed your forehead with every word. Well, too late for that.

Shaking you to get you out of your downward spiral, he- "look it's late and I am hammered. I can't go to sleep without you next to me asleep. Please tell me love. No judgments."

Right.

"It's just that-"

"Mhmm? "

He gestured for you to continue talking , his full focused attention on you.

"The dress? The scarlet one?"

A small nod.

"I want that. "

Furrowed eyebrow.

"-please."

" Didn't you buy this for Nana though?"

"I lied. I brought it for myself." There was an angry tick on his face. He abhorred being lied to.

"I--." Fuck your palms were sweating. Why was this harder than you thought?

"I wanted to buy something for my office dinner this weekend."

"I thought you were not going for that."

Now when did you say that?

"I was called in for work, remember? I have to take over Soonyoung's shift."

Oh yeah. You had completely forgotten about that.

"Can we send them to daycare though? I already missed out on the team retreat, Juria keeps insisting that I make it for this at least and I- I just want to go , client relations and what not."

You both knew you were lying. You just wanted one night from the kids and husband all dolled up, in a nice hotel eating good food for free. That's all you wanted.

He couldn't figure that out. 

"Well if that's what you want to do, go for it love. We'll call in Nana to watch the kids."  It was that easy?

He continued, "She'll be happy with the dress you bought for her. Works just as well, for both of us." Or not.

You took a deep breath. " I want to wear the dress Cheol."

He stared at you puzzled. "What's so special about this dress, love?"

"It's beautiful and you told me too."

You had resorted to stare at him petulantly. He was very confused now. Was he not giving you enough attention?

"You have all these outfits- it's all branded and in excellent quality."

He began to laugh sardonically.

"They were all gifts, baby. I didn't buy any of them."

"I know, that's the point Cheolie, you have all this nice selection and I have nothing nice to wear to a party."

"That's not true. Remember the dress Eomma bought for you? You never wore it once, it's still brand new"

How could you ever forget. The infamous red and green outfit your mother in law had 'gifted' you after many not so subtle insisting from her son. It was shimmery, extremely ill fitting around your boobs and overly tight around the stomach.

The sleeves had flairs on them and worst of all, the dress was mix patterned- polka dots on top and stripes at the hem. It was hideous. For a woman as well put together as she was in terms of fashion, you knew this was a choice. 

But you didn't want to complain about that to her son. You couldn't add more grievances and create more fissure between the one parent who still reaches out. 

"But this looks better on me and I want to wear this." You were not above acting out like a child. You had plenty of inspiration to draw from.

Cheol was laughing but you knew this was a way to mask his irritation at your behavior. 

"Don't you think you are being a little greedy?"

No sooner had the word escaped his mouth than he regretted it. Your rigid stance on his lap proved that was quite the triggering word. You folded like you had been slapped, staring at him with huge eyes.

'Greedy?' One night away from kids and a husband for a team dinner that was mandated by the office, in a dress that you wished to have and now you were suddenly greedy?

Before he could redeem himself, you were out of his lap, patting down your cramped up legs agreeing to it all.

"You are right, I am being greedy. I'll just call off the whole thing. I'll stay home with the kids. Hansol has been acting out recently, he does need me, I can tell and Arin- she keeps asking me for a Roald Dahl book, I could just buy that for her instead of whatever this is. How greedy of me indeed."

"Oh come on Y/n that's not what I meant. Please let's talk about this through love."

"Y/nie."

"Y/n"?"

But you had  already settled down in bed storming off, not giving him the satisfaction to see your teary eyes. Swallowing down the weight in your throat, you stared at the wall in defiance. One more  sleepless night. Still dreaming about the dress. You decided it's time to let it go now. After all, you could agree that it was indeed greed.

Park Juria was a woman of little words and several actions. A whirlwind to those around her, she kept up her facade of a ferocious young lady, choosing to revel in that reputation so as not let anyone walk all over her and the business she's built up from scratch.

But some people did get in, choosing to bring down those walls and penetrating those defenses. You were one such person. Extremely soft spoken, like a little lamb not given to any one's business but your own. 

She had taken you under her wing after seeing her team taking advantage of your kindness and your inability to say no. Had whisked you away from under all those papers weighing you down and forced you to a cafe. Your eyes had skittishly darted around the place, feeling out of place, eyes bulging out at the atrocious prices for a small latte. Not wanting to make you even more uncomfortable, she had brought you what she assumed would be a good enough order. 

Your cute smile and enlightened eyes after the first sip proved her theory right. Wanting to see more of that smile, she had ordered in two extra cheesecakes, a parfait and five more of their couture doughnuts.

You looked pleadingly at her and asked if she would think less of her if she could pack all these treats for her children at home.

Her heart squeezed at your softness. always thinking about your children and made up her mind that as long as she was physically able to, no one was going to take advantage of you and your warmheartedness ever again. Not on her watch.

Which explained why bile rose in her throat seeing you wipe your tears furiously instead of finishing the day's work. She was going to get to the bottom of this. Employee Harassment was a real offense, you had risen up in your ranks, you couldn't be taking in others shit again. Who'd be so dehumanizing to add more extra work to a mother of three kids?

"Choi Y/n, the boss wants to see you in her office right now please."

Shit, was your unproductivity that obvious? It was just a bad day all in all.

"I-I can explain."

"Sit down Choi."

Before you  began your string of apologies, she gave you a tissue to blow out your nose and thrusted a glass of water your way to hydrate you. Your red nose was a giveaway you had cried for far too long.

It's not everyday Choi Seungcheol gets called to the reception lounge  and it's hell as not everyday, he gets to see Park Juria, or someone who he could assume was Park Juria, your boss looking down at him with absolute spite. If he was in her company, he'd know for sure that he was getting fired with all the daggers he was throwing his way.

"Choi Seungcheol you fucker."

Needless to say he left the office room with his tail between his legs looking like a scolded puppy.

Despite multiple protests, your boss, worming her way to be your best friend, had dropped you home and you were eternally grateful for that. You hadn't felt like using the public transport anyway.

Torn between using beef or chicken as the protein for dinner, you had failed to notice the silence upon entering the door. There was no usual shove of hands reaching out to you. No book thrusted into your face and no winded Cheollie behind it all.

"Welcome home, my love."

You were instead greeted by a  small flicker of light from the passage. An array of candle lights, and a Choi Seungcheol standing there with a single rose, taking your breath away with a heart stopping smile.

"D-did I forget something? Was it our anniversary? I am so sorry bab-"

"No no, you forgot nothing love" in saying so, he pulled you closer to him wrapping his arm around the small of your back kissing your questions away.

One single kiss left you out of breath as you blinked up at him, your mind blank. Chuckling, he removed the bag from around your shoulder and chose the exact moment to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around him. He set you down after a long make-out session. No words were exchanged, but you both needed air.

Unlike you, he didn't look so disheveled, still looking dapper in the red suit his Eomma had gotten him for Christmas last year. There was a twinkle in his eyes, his pearly whites shining down at you.

"W-what's happening?"

"Remember that scarlet dress?"

"Oh here we go again! Cheol I am giving that outfit to Nana, period. you were right."

"Hear me out love, I wasn't done." He was pouting at you, a finger around your lips.

"Well you said you didn't get to take any pictures of you in that, and I was thinking, let's have an indoor date. Just you and me. The kids are at Hannie's for the day and before you start, Mingyu is there watching Hannie. 

Alright Minseo is there, keeping an eye out on Mingyu. Let's have dinner in our best outfits and take some photos. We deserve to make some  memories too. And no, you don't have to worry about Nana wearing what you already wore for a few hours, trial rooms exist and people wear what's already worn before."

You suppose you could get behind that. You were also looking forward to wearing that dress again, if just for a few minutes. You loved it too much to let it go.

But also-

"I gave Gyu a rundown of everything the kids would need- Ari's eye drops, the part of Heidi's story they should avoid telling Sollie, all of your milk supplies for Hana and the recording of you singing their favorite lullaby in case they need you.

Ari has 'Elsa' , Sollie has his 'Anna' and Hana has her caterpillar plushie.  Arin has promised to eat dinner, Sollie has promised to give no fuss to his uncles, and I could swear Hana swore to never cry more than once. Point is, kids are safe." 

Everything was said in one breath leaving you no room for interruptions. As if you could say any. 

You were in awe of the man who knew you more than you knew him.

Still looking down at you with a fond expression, he tucked your hair behind your ears, using the other hand to undress you.

He loved you when you were like this, pliant beneath his hands, just blinking at him with your starry eyes letting him have his way with you. After having undressed you down to just your chemise, he brought out that dress from behind him.

"Where-?"

"Shh love, no thoughts." Hushing you again with kisses.

"Step in."

Tentatively you lifted your legs and stepped into the dress, watching him clad it around you. Goosebumps were rising along your body at his tenderness lifting your arms to fit around the sleeve.

Zipping you close , he took a step back and admired your form.

You had never felt more beautiful than right now. His eyes swept over every part of you admiring you in all fullness. 

"Gorgeous. my beautiful wife"

"Says you, my handsome husband."

He preened under your compliment.

"Why don't you fix your hair, and I will set the camera up?

"What's there on the menu?"

"Uhh ramen?"

Fair enough. You can't have it all.

You realize you hadn't seen a camera anywhere in the room , not that you could see much. 

Moving into the room you quickly fixed your hair, all disheveled and frayed apart. He had seen you like this and called you sexy? Blinded by love are we Choi?

Coming back out, you see Cheol wearing your purse around his shoulder? 

The man in question was stunned to silence looking at you.

Accentuated by your curves, highlighted by the rosiness that brought out the best in you , you were definitely the focal point of his vision. Shaking his head as if to get him out of his reverie, he takes your hands and pulls you to the front door kneeling down and tapping against your shin. 

Confusedly you move your leg and he brings out a pair of red heels.

Ohhh they were beautiful! What was going on?

"Shh, love just enjoy the moment."

He strapped on a pair of heels to your feet, giving your knee one fleeting kiss before standing up and taking your right hand, ushering you out the door.  

You had no idea what was going on but you were not complaining. Obviously. You loved dolling up and feeling beautiful.

Whisking you away to a car, he opens the door and pushes you in gently, strapping you in with the seat belt and giving you one more kiss.

Walking back to the other door, he sat in the driver's seat turning to you. 

"Ready, love?"

You had way too many questions but you suppose he will answer them later. For now, you nod.

And into the night you both race.

Through a fancy dinner that had you panicking at the prices but reassured by Cheol, he let you in on the secret. 

The past three weeks of grueling overtime had finally paid off, and he decided to use his extra finances to fund this special date night, even borrowing Hannie’s car. Any protest from you was swiftly silenced by his promise of 'three harsh kisses until you were soft again,' which was enough to make you concede. Never one to argue with a skilled kisser like him, you were eager to enjoy the evening, savoring a dinner and enjoying a moment with your beloved, not worried about fingers grabbing every bite or glass tumblers being toppled down by clumsy hands.

He apologized earnestly for his offhand remarks, and you quickly forgave him--his sorrowful bambi eyes always made you melt. He admitted that the whole thing was a ploy to get you to keep the dress; he loved how it looked on you, and more importantly, you loved it on yourself. Nana could wait for a better dress.

Despite the rule to never talk about the kids, you understood it was nearly impossible to avoid the topic when raising three rambunctious little ones. You hurried through dinner and rushed home to Hannie's, eager to reclaim your gremlins and prevent them from causing any more chaos for your poor friends.

With a haggard Sollie, a sleeping Arin cradled in his arms and a cross eyed Hana who was babbling non stop, possibly scolding you both for leaving her in ''Devil incarnates hands (Cheol's words), you walked hand in hand to the home you had built together.

Five years back, he had vowed that he will never make you unhappy again, and although you had told him it was easier said than done, he relinquished the love and affection you wavered upon him, choosing to never take your love for granted.

Although he was a prodigal son to the nation, fallen from grace, leaning in your arms kept him afloat always.

Big shoutout to @svtiddiess for helping me get my facts straight with this one, thanks love!

Part 3 here Author's Note

A lot of this is puuuure indulgence, a lot of the scenes were cut out because it was too emotional for me to continue lol. Which explains the lack of cohesiveness. I made it slightly fluff. Please don't hate on any of these characters. This is what raw marriage looks like.

My next work I will be exploring the relationship between Cheol and Aria, if you hadn't picked up- he is not her father, if you are coming from the first fic, I have made the changes. Sliiide into my dm's or asks, I'd looove to chat Please read, comment and reblog! They help more than you think. TAGLIST

Tag yourself in the comments for the next work.

@skzbangchanniee I beat you again!

@ateez-atiny380 , @minhui896

[caelanglang]

when they started to fall, it never stopped : skk

[late-nightfalls]

Think about Bruce Wayne trying to do his little girl's hair before she goes to school.

The girl wanted a pretty braid or she wouldn't go to school, no way!

Bruce has no idea how to do this. He's in trouble!

Alfred is not participating! He can't!

Alfred can only watch from afar as Batman faces one of his biggest challenges: Brushing his daughter's hair.

"Boss Bruce, maybe you should ask for help"

"Negative"

He asked for help shortly afterwards.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #5: Way of the House Husband AU

I was struck with inspiration: Way of the House Husband but make it Dead on Main (or any other ship you feel like you can make work). One partner is a highly dangerous and powerful figure and the other is just some guy and they’re in love and living a beautiful domestic life even if past annoyances pop up to bother them. The best part is it works both ways for these two. Like imagine Jason’s at the grocery store and runs into a rouge or a gang member or someone from the BatFam but just ignores them. Or Danny wakes up to find one of his rouges at his doorstep for whatever reason and just closes his door and sends them packing. Their both uninterested in returning to a life of crime/crime fighting and just want to live as a happy, peaceful, “normal” couple.

[wangxianficrecs]

A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked

🔒 A Glimpse of Past Glory

by masked (@hamburgergod)

T, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands. “It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.” “Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds. Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s… Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails. - A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt. Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core. Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds. “Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!” Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful? “I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”

pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life

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[todorokis-girl]

A cozy afternoon for a busy hero - Hawks

@chantelleyy The fanfic you wanted, I hope it's a little sweet and comforting. You didn't really specify what you wanted, so I made it simple

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The city buzzed as the sun set, casting warm hues across the skyline. Y/n stood by the large window in her high-rise apartment, nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling metropolis. Her eyes traced the city lights flickering to life, and she couldn't help but smile as she thought of Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks. To her, he was just Keigo, the man who made her laugh and filled her days with unexpected joy.

The familiar rustle of feathers broke her reverie, and she turned just in time to see Keigo swoop in through the open balcony door, his wings folding neatly behind him. His amber eyes locked onto hers, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hey," he greeted, crossing the room with his usual confident strides. He pulled her into a warm embrace, and Y/n breathed in the comforting scent of him—a mix of his cologne and the crisp air.

"Hey, yourself," she replied, her voice muffled against his chest. Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him with a fond smile. "Rough day?"

Keigo sighed, his expression softening. "Yeah, but being here with you makes it all better."

They stood like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the rare peace. Keigo gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, his touch a silent promise of love and reassurance.

"I'm starving," he declared suddenly, breaking the quiet. "How about we cook something together?"

Y/n's face lit up. "Sounds perfect. What do you have in mind?"

Keigo shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Whatever we can find in the kitchen. Let's get creative."

They moved to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and pantry. Y/n grabbed some vegetables while Keigo found pasta and a few other ingredients. They laughed and chatted as they cooked, Keigo occasionally stealing kisses and making funny faces to keep Y/n entertained.

"You're not helping," she giggled as he snuck a piece of carrot from the chopping board.

"I'm moral support," he retorted, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Once their impromptu meal was ready, they set the table and sat down to eat. The aroma of the homemade pasta filled the room, and they savored each bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of a meal shared together.

"This is really good," Keigo said between bites, looking genuinely impressed.

"Not bad for a couple of amateurs," Y/n replied with a grin. "Maybe we missed our calling as chefs."

Keigo chuckled. "Who knows? We might have a future in it."

After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together, their movements synchronized in the comfortable routine they had established. With the dishes done, they settled on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over their legs.

Keigo grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through channels until they found a movie they both liked. As the film played, Y/n snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her hair.

"I love these moments," Y/n whispered, her voice soft and content.

"Me too," Keigo replied, his voice equally gentle. "It's nice to just be together, without any of the craziness."

They watched the movie in comfortable silence, the warmth of their shared presence making the small apartment feel like the coziest place in the world. When the credits rolled, Keigo glanced down at Y/n, her eyes heavy with sleep.

"Ready for bed?" he asked softly.

She nodded, yawning. "Yeah, I am."

They got up and made their way to the bedroom. Y/n changed into her pajamas while Keigo quickly checked his phone for any urgent messages. Once they were both ready, they climbed into bed, the familiar comfort of the sheets and each other easing them into a state of relaxation.

Keigo pulled Y/n close, his wings draping over them like a protective canopy. "Goodnight, Y/n," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, Keigo," she murmured back, her eyes already closing.

As they drifted off to sleep, the sounds of the city outside faded into the background, leaving only the steady rhythm of their breathing and the quiet assurance of their love. In the simplicity of their home, a feathered hero and his beloved found solace in each other's arms, their hearts forever entwined.

[purpleenma]

Made this sketch for my dear @spongynova that I love so much 💜

Please click for better quality because Tumblr is murdering the poor sketch.

*Some background info under the cut.

If you have ever read the official Star Trek cookbook, there's a recipe that's called "Captain Kirk's plomeek soup" and I've always hc that Jim worked on that recipe to adapt it better specifically to Spock's taste.

So I drew the triumvirate here about to try out Jim's version of the recipe, helping out with the chores. Jim is confident in his recipe but Bones likes to jokingly tease him even if the doctor knows full well he'd eat whatever Jim prepares regardless, but he's also thrilled this idea will make Jim eat more vegetables xD Spock is a bit nervous about the changes but deep inside he's also expectant and honoured that Jim took the time to make something thinking of him.

And yes, Jim wears a novelty apron, he has several, some with more femcoded bodies. He chooses which one to wear based on vibes.

I really had a lot of fun sketching this, I might shade it in the future or maybe add some fast colouring, but it will have to wait because I have to keep taking things off my pile of To Dos xD

[secretidentie]

I JUST NEED EARLY 30's CLARK AND BRUCE LIVING THEIR BEST LIFE IN A CONDO TOGETHER 😭😭😭IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Pain in Progress

TCG ficlet-non canon (all ages)

Grace and Tommy go traveling together. Inspired by a prompt from Aeipathy.

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Grace carefully took her time climbing down out of the Caravan. She was mindful of the little wooden stool Tommy had placed on the soft ground for her. He must have told her several times yesterday to be aware that the stool might shift. He didn’t want her spraining her ankle or breaking it. 

It took everything in her to tightly smile and not remind him, again, that she’d been a spy and successfully bested him with months of careful work and gathering intelligence. 

She could handle a wobbly stool.

Since their engagement he’d been treating her with a fragility she’d never possessed. Grace had etiquette and manners, but she’d also been quite the tomboy growing up, gathering her skirts to climb trees and tossing mud balls at recess. 

She knew it was hard for him to see her like that even though she’d proven to him time and time again that she wasn’t just a delicate highborn lady. 

That’s why she’d been surprised when he’d asked to travel and camp with him. 

 They had just mere weeks until their wedding and while both parties were happy to finally bind their lives together, the thought of taking time off to stay connected was almost more stressful to her. She didn’t even know where they were going.

All he’d said was to trust him. It was a special place. She’d been touched deeply that he wanted to take her to someplace special. Polly, Ad and Arthur couldn’t even tell her where they were going because they didn’t know. 

“I can’t believe you kept the fire going all night. I thought you actually got some sleep whenever I was around?” She childed him gently and took her place on a fallen log next to him by the campfire. 

She’d earned a real smile from him. She gathered those and buried them in her heart like little metals pinned to a uniform. She cherished everyone she earned from him. 

“I had to keep us warm, Grace. Let the fire go out, out here and we’d never get a meal.” His voice seemed relaxed but his jaw saw set and his brow had been furrowed when she’d come out. He was thinking. A dangerous pastime for her restless man.

“What are we eating?” She stood and leaned over the black kettle. He’d answered her quickly though as he usually did. He seemed to like being her head of hers, caring for her. She tried to make sure she did little things for him he didn’t think about. Getting whiskey ready before he asked for it, matching her dress or cardigan to his tie or even leaving him little love notes on his desk when she knew he was going to have a stressful day of meetings and business. 

She'd never get what he said to her once out of her mind. It had burned so deeply into the crevasse, it kept her vigilant. She always watched for signs of stress. 

“No one ever thinks of Thomas Shelby. Just what Thomas Shelby can do for them.” she’d never forget that he said that.  

“Oatmeal Grace, it packs easily in the caravan, doesn't take up much space and cooks quickly.” He said off handedly. She leaned forward to make him aware that she was onto him. If he planned something that cooked quickly, he didn't need to be up all night. Something was weighing on him. She wanted him to share. That was the consistent fight between them. He’d never share his thoughts with her until it became an immovable obstacle between them. 

“What's on your mind Tommy? Water boils quickly, and I cook for myself all the time at my apartment. I know that much, it doesn't take keeping a fire going all night to boil water.”  He sighed heavily at her observation. He used a stick to poke at the fire. She watched the fire and cinders pop up and swirl upwards spiraling into the cool morning air. He was stalling. Why was it so hard for him to talk to anyone? Would it always be this way between them? 

“It’s fine Grace. I just….I think differently out here is all.” He seemed relaxed in his body posture. She knew it was his mind then. Something had been stirred up in his head. 

“That’s a shame, you looked relaxed yesterday. I enjoyed seeing you that way.” If she could get him to share his thoughts then she had no problem gently guilting him. He smirked. He knew her tactics too well now. 

“I am a relaxed Grace, this is me being relaxed.” He said gruffly and a bit too loud. She laughed and gently bumped her shoulder into his ear, earning a genuine chuckle. She savored this time alone with him. 

“Hate to see you busy then Tom.” She stood leaving him shaking his head, she still got to him. She dished out the oatmeal as he gathered the brown sugar and molasses. 

She knew the quick boiling meal was also so they could keep moving. 

“I'm out in the countryside, in a caravan with my favorite woman Grace. This is as good as it gets eh?” He kissed her before the mushy spoonful could get between him and her pink lips still swollen from sleep. 

“Thought it was already good. Not that I'm complaining, where are we headed too?” She had almost been careless with her words. She didn’t want to rile him up more. If she could pull him out, he’d eventually talk to her. 

“To a special place my mum used to take us kids.” His admission took her off guard. She placed the spoon down and gazed lovingly at him. 

She’d misread him. He rarely spoke about his mother. She knew it still brought him pain after all these years. The little she’d gathered without trying to pry too much, was that she’d taken her own life in the canal near Charlie Strong yard. An adopted uncle to her fiance. 

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She didn’t mind the preparation to travel, gathering wood or eating small game. It was the joistling in the caravan she wasn’t overly fond of, Tommy however seemed to find it amusing whenever they hit a bump or uneven spot in the road and she’d practically tumble onto his lap. 

He even cracked a few jokes at her expense along the line of..

“While your head is down there Grace… Eager aren't we.” 

She’d told him once they’d park she’d be happy to but she was a lady and not doing that out in the open. 

He chuckled and reminded her ladies don't generally know how to give head. He earned that swift and hard smack as far as she was concerned.  

They finally stopped by a river and large open valley. Tommy looked concerned. His head twisted and contorted as is puzzled by the scene before him. 

The land in front of them was being aggressively developed. Large mounds of dirt and plant debris were piled up, muddy surfaces were being outlined by wood and concrete.

“I’m sorry Tom.” His memories of a safe and happy place with his mum was being turned into a housing development for other family. Progress was taking over the countryside. 

“It's alright Grace. It's just progress. It happens.” He was grabbing the reins tightly. His usually tanned hands are now molting in white and red from intense squeezing. Grace gripped him tightly as if trying to keep the memory wrapped tightly around him from slipping away through his fingers. 

“There is always pain in progress Tommy. It’s okay to be upset about it. Even if the outcome is positive for all involved.” She placed her head gently against his. He leaned into her and took a deep inhale closing his eyes. 

They were a good match. 

“Does Not change the fact that it mars the memory though.“ He said as he gathered her into his arms and hugged her. 

“It wasn’t home, just a pretty place. I’ll always have the memory, eh.” She squeezed him tighter. 

“Yes, the memory.” she nodded numbness settling in. He was going to need extra affection today. 

“You're my home now Grace.” He tilted his head down and captured her into a dep kiss. She’d been surprised when she heard the reins snap and the Caravan lurch forward. Luckily he still had his arms around her tightly. 

“Lets go make some new memories eh posh girl.” He chuckled as she glared at him. She hated that nickname almost as much as when he called her Lady Sarah. 

[raccoonfallsharder]

if you liked "Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl," you might like...

I have been writing like a motherfucker. I think Date Night might be out sooner but I'm not trying to box myself in. be 18+ readers

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (The Tenth Visit) Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [COMPLETE: 8/21] Summary: Study Night. When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself. [comics based, though i'm fucking with timelines/continuity. mind the ao3 tags]

Date Night (The Fourteenth Visit) Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [WIP: oneshot by September 18??] Summary: Date Night. In a gesture of true romance, Rocket takes you to a dive bar. Of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. Not that he'd tell you that. [based loosely on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score Issue #1. fuck the timeline - comics continuity is bad anyway. mind the ao3 tags]

Up next [all rough working titles]: House-Hunting, Kitten Adoption, Caretaking 101

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine's reaction when you call him and tell him that his catcake gave birth (its so silly ikr, just a sudden idea nothing important lol)

Cats are like potato chips; you can’t have just one.

Summary: When you call Aventurine to share the news that one of his beloved catcakes has given birth to a litter of tiny, adorable kittens, you expect a simple reaction. However, Aventurine's response is anything but ordinary.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life, Pets(Catcakes), Domestic Life, Lighthearted Fun, Situational Humor, Silly Situations.

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A SILLY AND CUTE IDEA 🤭 AND BEFORE Y'ALL COME AFTER ME I KNOW CHURIN HAS 3 CATS SO PRETEND TWO OF THEM ARE PARENTS OR SOMETHING!! KEEP THOSE REQUESTS COMING!! 🫶💖

You stood in the middle of your living room, phone in hand, staring at the sight before you with a mix of disbelief and amusement. One of Aventurine's beloved catcakes, a plush-like, mischievous creature with large golden-rimmed eyes and its distinctive trash-can-lid "hat," had just given birth to a litter of tiny, squirming mini-catcakes. Each one looked like a little version of their mom—black and pudgy, with miniature trash can lids that tilted adorably to the side.

You dialed Aventurine’s number, giggling to yourself at how ridiculous this was going to sound. The line picked up almost instantly, Aventurine's rich, confident voice greeting you.

“Darling, I hope this call means you're missing me terribly.” he said, the smooth charm practically radiating through the phone.

“Oh, I am,” you chuckled. “But that’s not why I called. Um...one of your catcakes just gave birth. You’re a...catcake dad now!”

There was a brief, stunned silence on the other end. You could picture him, his eyes widening in a rare moment of surprise, his usual air of confidence momentarily thrown off balance.

“Wait…my catcake did what?” He sounded somewhere between bewilderment and amusement, a laugh bubbling up in his voice.

“Yep! A litter of tiny catcakes! They’re like little carbon copies of the original but with even tinier trash can hats.” You tried to stifle your laugh but failed miserably, imagining how Aventurine must look processing this news.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Little risk-takers already multiplying without my knowledge…” he murmured to himself, though you could hear the faint trace of excitement creeping into his tone. “Tell me, darling—how do they look? Are they as devilishly charming as their old man?”

“Oh, absolutely! Little round black puffballs with the cutest, most intense eyes.” you said, leaning down to gently pet one of them as it squeaked. “And they’re already wiggling around, so I think they inherited your, uh, energy.”

“Mini me’s, indeed.” Aventurine’s laugh was low and surprisingly affectionate. “I suppose I’ll need to come over and meet the little scoundrels. And...maybe celebrate with you, seeing as you’ve helped bring my legacy forward. How does dinner sound?”

You grinned, heart fluttering a bit at his charm. “Dinner sounds perfect. But be prepared—they’re already trying to climb out of the box I put them in.”

“Oh, they’ll fit right into the family, then.” He let out an indulgent sigh. “Well, be a dear and keep them from getting too rowdy. I’ll be over shortly.”

As you hung up, you could still hear Aventurine's amusement lingering in his voice. You smiled to yourself, turning back to the tiny creatures that had somehow managed to turn a perfectly normal day into something absolutely unforgettable. Only Aventurine’s pets would come with this level of drama.

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The Appa, The Piglet and The Tanghulu

“Seungcheol stays home with the kids and begins his descent into madness. One kid hates him, one kid dreams about confectionaries and one kid cannot stop licking their toes. One thought reigns supreme- he needs you and he needs you now. Could you perhaps buy ‘tanglooloos’ on the way back?”

🍭Seungcheol (S.Coups) x Female Reader (Est. Relationship)

🍭word count-5k

🍭master list is here Part 1 is here . Part 2 is here

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"Appa I am done." His daughter tried.

'No you are not. Here, last bite."

"That's what you said the last time too." She tries again.

"Oh so you do know the drill. Come on, open up."

Vigorous shake of the head comes from a little mini you.

"Choi Arin. You are not leaving the table till you are done. Or at least halfway done."

"Stop feeding me. I can feed myself.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice , final moments before she has a full on meltdown. He’s bracing for it.

"Then why is the plate still full?"

And cue her tear filled eyes blinking at him furiously.

"I am a big girl. I don't need you". She screams with all the ferocity a little child can muster.

Okay that stings. But his fathering experience has taught him to pick and choose his battles. Some war fares are better left alone

"Alright kid." He leaves the table and comes back with a small clock.

"Arin look up."

Her defiant eyes stare back.

"When the big needle reaches here, I want you to finish your food. Do we have a deal?"

"Can it wait till the big needle reaches seven?"

"I suppose that's alright. At 1:35 I will be back. I better see an empty plate."

"Oh Appa how about eight then? Eight is my lucky number."

"No bub. You were supposed to be finished when the clock reached 8 an hour ago."

"B-but-"

"Arin." His voice was wagering on warning tone.

"Fiiinnne." She reluctantly agrees. A little too whiny and a little too on the verge of crying.

There's nothing worse than a child crying over a plate of food. One would think she was being denied her basic rights. How someone could refuse your kimchi fried rice was beyond him. He would never admit it, but your cooking did play a small part in him falling for you. Who wouldn't. Your skill was blessed by the gods indeed! Why your own kids don't acknowledge that never ceased to amaze him.

As if to diffuse the impending tantrum, he gives her a kiss on the forehead, brushing back the bangs from her forehead. She needs a haircut. Hopefully not from her mother whose last experimentation ended with a bowl cut Hansol. Thank God he outgrew that.

"Appa just wants you to be strong and healthy okay? Please eat at least a little. "

A shaky nod from her.

He goes back to the room, to check on his youngest. He worries these days he's not spending enough time with her. It doesn't help that she is a mama's girl, always clinging on to you and needs you to carry her around all the time. But on days like this, when he doesn't have competition he supposes he can finally get her to say "Appa". Hansol and Arin had said ‘Mama’ as their first word and he was beyond indignant both times. All that love and for what?

He enters the room and watches little Hana, unbothered by her loud brother, fiddling with her thumbs and sucking on her toes.

"What an odd child." He muses.

Well if the kids are at peace and not in need of attention from him, who was he to bother them? Your advice to him was always "Don't trouble trouble." He supposed he could leave them alone for a minute to check on his socials.

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He knows he's five minutes earlier than said time to check up on Arin but he can be sly about it. He could pretend to do something in the kitchen. Peripheral vision should assist with his snooping on the children agenda.

What greets him at the dining table however, makes his blood boil. He grits his teeth in annoyance. Arin was feeding Hansol her food. After she had skipped her breakfast and eaten only an apple?

"Choi Arin." The suspect in question jerks and looks at him in absolute shock. His son looks unphased, still opening his mouth awaiting the next feed.

"Sollie was hungry, Appa." Arin was quick to blurt out. He knew that was a lie. For one, Sol just finished not less than half an hour back, citing he was 'full'. Two, her voice was high pitched and reeked of lies.Three, Hansol's stomach was a dead giveaway that he was more than just full. He was bursting.

A lying child, a starving child and now a child who decided to change the time because he could swear it was 1:30 on his phone, when did it go back to 1:20? A glance over at the cuckoo clock by the wall proved she had changed the hands on the clock. Smart move.

Too many offenses to not be dealt with right now. He's got to solve this step by step.

"Hansol, are you hungry bud?"

Sollie looks at him with his large eyes blinking owlishly.

"No Appa." he says promptly.

He saw that pinch. As subtle as Arin was trying to keep it, it was unmistakably a tweak of her fingers against her brother’s hand.

"I am hungry Appa." said Hansol pronto.

Great now he's got two lying kids. 'Are you lying to Appa bud?'

Hans looked torn.

"No Appa, he came to me asking for a bite. That's why I offered him my kimchi." That was Arin, a spokesperson even when she wasn't asked to be one.

Lying was fine, but lying to cover up more lies? He stared down at his son. He was weak, he'll break quickly.

"Hansol tell the truth. You know what happens when you lie."

Like clockwork, Sollie confessed while his elder sister furiously started scarfing down on her food. Well, too late for that. Even before he could confront her, the tears came out followed by the hysterical denying. He's been a parent far too long to tell apart crocodile tears from real ones.

 Give it a break Arin.

He couldn't fake the disappointed look even if he tried. He was beyond mad, provoking someone else to lie was a grave offense in his books. Thankfully she had managed to eat half her portions. He didn't want to push her, instead ordered her to wash her mouth and come back to talk to him in her room.

Finishing up the rest of her meal, wiping down the counter, he contemplated how to deal with this. They had dealt with her tantrums over being a picky eater for several years now, but this was new. Adding her brother to the mix. Is this the first time or was this going behind their backs for a long time?

Arin was such an extremely slow eater that after the first twenty minutes, they'd have let her eat at her own pace and come up to them once she was done. Having three young children denied them the luxury of sitting down with her till she was done with her food. Is that why she was mad? Because she needed attention? But wasn't she the one who told him she didn't need to be fed? Didn't that insinuate he leave?

He wants you right now. He had the day off and you had gone for work leaving him alone with the kids. Ten minutes later, and he knew she was stalling the inevitable, a teary Arin came and sat in front of him on the floor, right near the bed where he was at. Most of his anger had dissipated. Which was good, he didn't want to deal with her in a state of rage.

She looked upset and even if he wanted to get this over with, he decided to hug her. There was no parental book that advised him against a hug for your child. Lord knows how he would have fared had he been hugged by his parents once in a while instead of being dealt with a belt for every small offense.

Gently cradling her, he rocked her back and forth on his knees. Then set her opposite him, fixing her awry spectacles. She was a little cutie pie with her big glasses and the string tied around them to keep them from being lost. His little angel. That needed discipline.

"Arin". Full names come out when the punishments are coming. He let out an invisible  shudder remembering how he knew was in trouble with you when you called him by his full name. But the kids need stability. They can't always be coddled.

All his train of thoughts completely vanishes from his head when he hears those dreaded three words from Arin’s mouth.  He had in fact decided to cut the punishment to ten minutes once he had wrung out a confession from her for lying. Then why did his small reprimand get her screaming an "I Hate You"? 

It felt like a bucket of cold water had splashed onto his face, freezing his stance. Where had she learned those awful words from? Hate was a no - no word in this household. Dislike at best. It took everything in him not to break down having a seven year old scream at his face, with a vengeful tone, that she hates him. Was he a bad father?

It was an agreement between you both to never mask feelings when the kids said mean things to their face. Showing hurt when they said rude things, not hiding the pain when they were hit by tiny fingers. The goal was to show the kids that their words and actions mattered and they could hurt others.Except right now, he wanted to sit on the floor and bawl his eyes out. 

Because Arin kept going! She repeatedly kept chanting that she hates him and he didn't want to be here anymore. He needs to leave before actual tears fall out and he distresses her even more.

Kids were capable of such spite sometimes. Looking around, he takes note of Hana who had fallen asleep mid tumble and Hansol who was quietly playing with his helicopter. He was perceptive enough to recognize the mood. Picking up Hana from the floor, he places her in the bassinet shushing her distressed wail. Arin was sniffling now, the cries had died down.

He blew her nose, wiped her face dry, ensuring once again that all the kids were safe and sound, and left the room.

He will leave the disciplining to you later.

For now, he goes to your shared room, sits on the bed , muffling his anguish beneath his wet palm.

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(Six Years Back)

Arin and he go way back, to six years ago when he first met her. A quiet baby, never one to fuss or throw tantrums, never hesitant to go to any stranger's arms, in which case he was fine because he was a stranger back then.Except, he was skeptical about holding any babies at all. He grew up as the baby in his house, even amongst all his cousins, he was one of the youngest. He had an irrational fear of being peed at or puked at, which, when confiding in you, was met with rolled eyes.

It was a wonder you loved him at all because how would anyone else excuse his sorry ass for how he was six years back? He had been disowned by his parents, his dad on the lookout for him- which was hilarious - he lived right next to the goons that were in charge of bringing him back to them, dead or alive.

It was a scandal that had his father losing millions, in wealth and face- the young ambitious Choi settling for a widowed mother? Atrocious! Your parents had stayed with you for a while, which is where he was offered shelter. 

While your dad and you toiled away for long hours, your mother, who was also working two jobs (the poor just works he realized. No retirement savings awaiting them) had to quit to take care of her granddaughter. He did feel guilty, he was staying in your apartment being an absolute slob of a person unable to find any job.But your family had grown to love him, your dad's dream about having a son finally came true, even if it was through someone like him. Someone to watch football with or share in some drinks. He might have missed out on a lot of family wealth, but your mothers cooking made up for all that, he warrants. No more cold pizzas or takeaways or empty dining tables. He loved family times like this.

He was loved and cherished and under your parents and your care, he thrived.

Except for one toddler. He could swear Arin hated him. He was terrified of her judgmental stare that never left her face when he stepped into the room. Which was why he had begged you to not let him be a babysitter. While your mother did the cooking, she would place Arin next to him in your room where he was supposed to rot away. If not for a judgy baby.

Under her scrutinizing gaze he sent out applications, started picking up the clothes he'd left around and thought twice before chucking a paper onto the floor.He knows deep down, you were conspiring with your daughter to keep an eye out on him.

One woeful day, bored out of his mind, the phone placed for charging, he sprawled on the bed, with no idea where to go from here. Reaching for the first object his outstretched arm caught on the nightstand, he retrieves a book- "The Three Little Pigs". Well he supposes he can always read a little something with pictures.

He feels the bed dip and looks on as your mother places an Arin on it, stating that the onion she was chopping was causing Arin to tear up. Makes sense, her little fingers were rubbing her eyes. He’d offer to take her hand and soothe the ache if he could get over his fear of a one year old baby.

He watches with bated breath as Arin, abandoning her stuffed toy, crawls across to him. This is the closest he's ever been with her without you in the room. Not that he didn't love her but he was a little scared okay.She leans against him and he's bewildered. She never comes this close to him voluntarily. Not wanting to scare her away, but unsure about how else to entertain her he begins to hold the book higher, reading the words aloud. 

He tries to turn the page and he sees a tiny, pudgy palm crossing over his much bigger hand, preventing him from changing the page. Is that her sign to get him to read again? He turns to see her sit criss-cross applesauce, expectantly waiting for him. What does she want? He sits a little higher , reading aloud, adding more feels to the words.

"So he HUFFED, and he PUFFED,-" He comes to an abrupt pause.

In a delicate breath, he hears it float across his ears. Baby giggles. Arin was giggling because of him! He wanted to scoop her up kissing those cherubic cheeks, tickling her, never wanting to stop hearing that musical giggling. She was squealing, hands on her chubby legs.

Not wanting this moment to ever end, he kept reading, this time with more fervor , more animations, fueled by her louder giggled followed by baby claps.

He didn't have to worry about this moment never reaching you because behind the closed door was his now mother in law, recording the whole thing with a proud smile on her face.

Baby steps indeed.

Despite having established that he was now officially the storyteller to Arin, their relationship hadn't progressed beyond that. He was slightly less scared but still unnerved by her judgmental stares. Why couldn't she just smile?

Except for one cold night, you had called him up from work  tearfully explaining that the rains were too bad, public transport was canceled and you had to lodge in with one of your friends for the night.

He began to panic. Your mother had gone out with your father to visit some relatives, leaving him to babysit Arin for a few minutes. Minutes that rolled into hours because the log that fell on the side of the road had blocked all traffic causing them to stay at said relatives for the night. His first babysitting stint and it was a huge disaster.

Well it's getting worse because Arin has woken up now ,crying. He supposes it's the thunderstorm that took her out. He's never held a crying baby before, what does he do? He can't do this, what were you all thinking leaving him alone with a baby. A baby whose cries were growing louder and alarming him further. He runs to the room in a state of panic and picks her up, by pure instinct. He has no idea what to do!

Arin, wailing the loudest he's ever seen, finally rests her eyes on him and he waits with suspenseful breath expecting a bigger storm, only to have his heart squeezed watching as her face relaxes immediately on registering that it was indeed him holding her. Immediately, the tears stop and she takes a deep sigh of relief, causing his heart to contract painfully again. He did that? A toddler looked at him and stopped crying?

She puts her head on the crook of his neck, at peace with herself now, her tiny finger tips silently thrumming his back, calming him down. "It's just you and me bud." Holding her tighter than ever, he takes her to the window, hoping the sound of the rain will calm her down. Imitating the actions he's seen you do, he walks around the room with her cradled to him.

In a few minutes she's fallen asleep and he holds her horizontally, in an infant stance, observing her peaceful features.This tiny bean, a fatherless child, had no idea how she had brought peace to a man who was unsure of where he should be in life. Her accepting his presence to hold and bring her comfort, entrusting her tiny life to his was promise enough that life can only get better from here.  And on that rainy day, Choi Seungcheol made the decision to step up to be her father.

 He had not chosen to be one, but she chose him and that's enough.

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You decided to take a half day, already missing your little family. Plus your husband was home, Lord knows how much you craved being in his arms except for the obligatory good night kisses you share.

Something felt off in the air upon entering the Choi Residence today. Only a wild Hansol came to meet you, running under your legs to hug you. Arin didn't even bother acknowledging you which was fine, you were used to her being too engrossed in her books to miss anyone's presence, a bad habit you were trying to break her out of. But where was Cheol? Where was your husband who was always sweeping you up and giving you a loud kiss right in front of the kids, rousing up their groans , and thanking you several times for having blessed him with you?

Walking over to Hana's room, you  see that she is asleep. Good.  "Not troubling trouble."

Your pout deepened on entering your shared bedroom door and seeing Cheol hunched up over the study desk doom scrolling through his phone. Was that more important than you?

A not so quiet scratching of the throat emanates from your soul. He looks up and startles on seeing you. Clearly he was not expecting you this late. Seeing his face , you are taken aback at the puffiness and red rimmed eyes. Had he been crying?

You run off to where he was seated and he shies away from your curious fingers. You however, have a strong grip tilting his face to look up. You see him fight back the tears from his bambi eyes, giving you a watery smile and kissing your stomach, the closest place he can reach. Naturally , you take a deep breath.

"Baby?"

"Nothing happened"

"Did I say something happened?" You smirked down at him.

"Don't be mean to me."

"Well then, what happened bubby?"

He shrugged dismissively.

Stroking his hair, you pulled his head to look back up at you once again. He was looking everywhere but at your face. 

'Cheollie."

"Hmm?"

"Are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to ask Arin?"

Seeing his drawn out shoulders, it was obvious you had hit a sore spot. You couldn't place a finger on what exactly.

It was nearly impossible to believe that Arin and Cheol would ever have a falling out. Although not related by blood, they were closer than you and Arin were, something that had upset you before but you were slowly working over. It made complete sense with time. He was stuck at home all the time initially and even when he did get a job, he could afford staying indoors.

Arin followed him around the house like a little duckling, mimicking his every move. Your texts during those days were spammed with selfies of the two loves of your life, in different poses- Arin in a onesie, Arin in a romper, her walking first time, her spitting , her gurgling, her laughing at a cockroach while Cheol shrieked and hid behind your mother(that was from your dad). Eventually when your parents did move out, deeming Cheol capable of taking good care of Arin ,you saw no reluctance from his side, no begging you to come home quick before 'your demon child finishes him'.

There was a time when they both wouldn't fall asleep till they were in their right positions- him flopped out with her on his chest,a hand over her head  whilst she happily sucked on her thumb- a habit you had to gently break them out of.

He held her hand and cried into your arms for her first day of school, her first accident from the bike he taught her to ride and gushed with pride at every 'Parent Teachers Meet' when the teacher acknowledged that Choi Arin was indeed the topper in the class and well ahead of most of the kids. You both knew those genes came from her father.

So why did this man who loved her far more than her own father could ever have , flinch on hearing Arin's name? You choose to let the topic rest for now. He seemed reluctant to talk. You can wring it out of him later.

"Bub?"

"Mhmm?"

'It was Juria's birthday today". He flinched again and you smirked. Choi Seungcheol feared no person like he feared Park Juria. Except for maybe your mother. She was extra protective of you. Just like Juria. Thankfully his mother in law has fallen for his good charms but there was poor prognosis of a friendship being mend by Juria and him. You weren’t complaining. He was stealing all your people anyway.

"She bought doughnuts for everyone and sent me over with the extras."

His eyes lightened up. Juria had money that she never shied to use on her best friends. Case in point, you. Couture doughnuts were his weakness before life screwed up but by some mercy granted to him, your best friend loved them and never failed to gift you extras. His pride was never going to come with such luxuries.

"The Crème Brûlée ones?"

"Yeah, and a Strawberry Crumble "

He shot up from his chair running to the kitchen. He has to get a hand on them before his little gremlins take it away. Yes, sometimes food means war.

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Dinner today was a quiet occasion, save for Hana burning her fingers by dipping them into a hot bowl of soup. In her frustration, she hurled the bowl with surprising strength, breaking it and spilling the soup all over the floor. Baby strength was no joke. You were both accustomed to this. What did surprise you was Arin finishing her bowl with no complaints whatsoever.

No whines , no tantrums , no tears. And no praises from her daddy except for a fake smile and a pat on the head. Somebody needs to start talking and if no one was going to, you were going to use the ultimate weapon.

A loudmouthed Hansol. 

No amount of pacifying could get Arin to sleep, who was still blinking guiltily at you from up her bed. You sit down to intervene and finally ask her what happened. But she refused to talk. Hansol had run away, seizing the opportunity, scampering to hug his dad goodbye. His dad who had refused to come say goodbyes stating he had some laundry to fold. Liar, he would never willingly agree to do chores unless nagged by you, pouting his eyes away from it.

"Sollie, come back to bed you rascal!" You run behind a pair of feet padding across the hallway, giggling cause this was fun to him.

"Sollie!"

You rush into the room to see your son giving your husband a bear hug, and Cheol tightly squeezing him right back.  "I wuv you Appa!"

The dam had burst. You could see your husband visibly hold back his sobs, shaking in your son's hold. Quickly, you run up to take Sollie, not wanting to let his son see him have a breakdown. Taking Hansol to the kid's room, gently setting him down, you ask what had happened. Everything came spilling down in terms of baby talk.

"I saw dream of tangloolo, Appa said noona to eat, buut noona said me to eat, I eat but Appa got angry, I play with helicopter, Hana lick her toes, Appa said no eww Hana , I saw dream of tangoolo, noona said I hate you Appa and Hana broke my toy car, Eomma can I have tangoolo please?"

You couldn't make head or tails off his wild collection of tales. When did your toddler ever have a tangoolo tanghulu?

And most importantly, did your daughter tell her father she hates him? Where did she hear that word from? Cheol was always warning you her advanced books were speed running her vocabulary. You looked over at Arin, staring guiltily at you, a woeful expression sporting her face. Patting your son down, promising him an extra story tomorrow, you look back up at your daughter.

"Come here baby, I am not mad, I just want to talk."

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Cheol was angry cleaning or as you teasingly called it- 'sulky cleaning', rapidly folding baby clothes, throwing the odd sock together into a ball, calling them a pair, haggardly buttoning up the buttons to onesies when he was met with the voice of his baby girl, tearfully calling him.

"Appa?"

Immediately, he stopped,dropping the sleepsuit , turning back to look at his daughter. Glasses too large for her small face lay askew on her nose, her fingers clenching and unclenching - a nervous habit he knew from years of experience. She had a wobbling lip on her remorseful face. You stood behind her ,arms tied up and watching the reunion with a gentle smile.

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You proceed to clean up the kitchen and close it down for the night, shooing away Cheol when he offered to help. He needed this moment with his daughter. Besides washing the dishes with a pair of headphones, listening to music was therapy enough.

You come back to see a sight you were so used to seeing till up to three years ago. A sleeping Arin on her dad sucking her little thumb, whilst her dad rubbed her back, the old and torn book, well loved and stuck together "Three Little Pigs" strewn across the bed.Perhaps this is why she had acted out, maybe somewhere she was feeling neglected. You both tried to ensure each child received equal amounts of attention but kids- they can be unpredictable. Sometimes your best is never good enough for them.

But as Cheol and you had once said, as long as your kids were well fed, no tummy aches or snotty noses and well and truly in one piece, you guys were doing a decent job. This was no competition to being the perfect parent.

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Coming out of the shower, leaving behind a foggy bathroom, you are greeted by Cheol expectantly waiting for you.

"Hey hot stuff!"  you call out.

"Hey pretty mama." he says with a cheeky grin

"There are more layers to me than just being a cow you know."

"Yes babe, continue twisting my words like that. I compliment you and you turn it over into an insult, the farthest thing from my mind by the way."

You chuckle and go over to peck him on the cheek, unable to turn because his hold on you had tightened. You groan exaggeratedly seeing his faux glare.

 "What?"

"What dry ass kiss was that? I want the real deal. Minimum six minutes, and that's without the tongue."

"Six minutes? Aren't you , I don't know, being a little greedy love”?

"Don't be mean to me, I have had a long day with your hooligans. Devil's little ones they are"

"Oh so they are your kids when they are angels and mine when they act out?"

"Glad we are both on the same page. Come sit. I will dry your hair, I know you've had a long day. Sorry I didn't greet you at the door."

You ask the question that's been burning in the back of your mind for some time while you await a towel on your hair.

"Has Sollie ever had tanghulu?"

"Funny you should ask because this morning when I went to wake him, he kept talking about 'tangloolo' in his sleep."

"So we literally did wish sweet dreams on our children didn't we"?

"Manifestation powers right there.We’re killing it as parents"

He was now patting down your head, fluffing up your hair causing several tangles.

"Stop." You warned.

Who were you kidding, this is the biggest baby you have ever known.

"Seungcheol stop, I am gonna get knots in my hair with the way you are-.

"Did you just call me Seungcheol? Take that you-" And before you could stop, his hands descended on you, messing your hair and when you went to stop him, resorted to tickling you, ultimately sending you into a spiral of giggles.

"Alright cut cut CUT!"

"You surrender?"

"Yes?"

"You apologize?"

"For what?"

"You know what you did."

"I called you by your name?"

"Correction, my name is Cheol or baby. Who's Seungcheol, your side chick?"

You gasp- "How did you find out- no no no wait- I take that back- cease fire , CEASE FIRE-"

But it's too late, Cheol had thrown you onto the bed, rolling on top of you, tickling you everywhere.

Your peeled laughter had him in a chokehold, his twinkling eyes winking down at you. You see a tiny dimple pop out. You bite the urge to poke it. 

Hovering down, he placed your hands to the nape of his neck, wanting you to hold on to his curls while he ravishes you in an exhilarating kiss. You couldn't let go even if he tried, he had pinned you down with his full weight.

"Baby-

"Five more minutes please" he said , pecking you all over giving you some time to recuperate.

"You are still onto that?"

"Yeah, and I didn't hear a no from you so , good luck trying to resist these kisses bub" and in saying so, he dived right in making good on his promises.

"I'd like the ability to breathe, you know?"

Seriously, the man was at it for three long minutes. How can he keep up?

"You're the air that I breathe honey".

You begin to gag showing your disgust.

"Baby no", he pouted at you."I want to love you. I love you for three beautiful children, for this family we've build together, for this life we've started, for believing in me-"

"Where's this coming from Cheol?"

"Well, I was thinking about the the Three Little Pigs"

"The kids story book." You deadpan.

"Hey I'll have you know I've learned a good deal of lessons from there. I believe we are the third little piglet, we built our house with bricks and straw-"

"I am sorry I can't take you seriously after you just called me a pig."

"What's with you and taking everything out of context"?

"What's contextual about a children's fable and our lives.?"

"Yaaah, you take that back! This is a kid's world and we are living in it."

"Pray tell, what other kid tales do you associate with our lives?"

"Well for starters, we could be ummm-" he starts to scratch his throat.

"Shrek and Fiona?"

"Did you just call me an ogre?"

"The same way you called me a pig!"

"I said we are all piglets. They are cute. Ogres are not."

"But that's contextual is it not?" You were batting your lashes at him innocently.

"Fine then I will be Fiona, you be Lord Farquaad." Cheol exclaimed triumphantly.

"How come I am not the princess?"

"Alright stop whining. I will be Lord Farquaad. You are Shrek. You fit the part well"

"I know you are doing this to get a rise out of me."

"Alright if you want to be a princess, you can be Rapunzel."

"You think you are badass enough to be Eugene?" You smirked up at him.

"How are you allowed to bully me? '. His eyebrows were furrowed , lips jutted out.

You grin mischievously ."Because my love, I am your bully. A bully for life. Plus I love watching your cute face every time you pout. Makes me wanna smush your wittle face in my hands and just-"

Your cuteness aggression was getting the best of you, you topple over him biting his cheek with as much softness as you could muster.

A small flush was blooming on his face.

"Stooop" He whines.

You stop.

"No, why did you stop?" He whines cutely pouting up at you.

"I thought consent was sexy."

He gapes at you, eyes wide. “I—okay, fine. You want sexy? I’ll show you sexy.”

And in saying so, he flips you,  taking back the control that he had granted you for a few moments.

You have no choice but to humbly submit.

Fallen from grace, into your arms- his arms were now outstretched, cradling three young ones, who'd entrusted their lives into his, the man who stepped up to be a father.

A.N: All of this, just because I remembered me as a 7 year old kid furiously tell my dad I hate him and him hugging me and telling me that he is hurt, straight to my face. Never played with the man's feelings so bluntly like that again.

What inspired me for this fic

Please don't hate on any of the characters, this is what parenting looks like, trust me this is the good part.

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Wake From a Dream by duplicity (@duplicitywrites) Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle Rating: T Word Count: 2k When Tom sleeps, he is at peace. It is, perhaps, the only time Tom ever looks at peace. In slumber, his carefully constructed mask of absolute composure is only that—a mask. In the unconscious compress of Tom’s embrace, Harry hears how much he is wanted, how much he is needed. The words that Tom does not say, these actions say for him.

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Make Yourself at Home by happyaspie

No Archive Warning Apply | Rated G | chapter 5/6 | Irondad. May Parker and Tony Stark Friendship | Platonic Relationships | Found Family | Reverse Trope

Summary: In most stories, Peter tends to make himself at home in Tony's penthouse. They have sleepovers and movie nights, and Peter has everything he needs right there.

Instead, I present to you: Tony gradually finding a second home within the walls of the Parkers' apartment.

[5 Times Tony made an excuse to visit the Parkers' home. And one time the Parkers made an excuse to visit Tony's]

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

The first time Tony showed up at the Parkers’ apartment, it was an impulsive decision. The formally rogue, semi-forgiven Avengers had moved back into the tower and within a week he’d needed a reprieve. Upon that realization, Peter and May’s faces had popped into his head. He didn't oppose it. He simply took off without so much as a text to announce his pending arrival. Although he did have the foresight to buy a bottle of wine before showing up on their doorstep. It was no Romanée-Conti, but he supposed the tiny corner store could only offer so much. With little debate, he’d snagged the priciest moscato off the shelf, paid a whopping twelve dollars and trekked his way up to the Parkers’ front door.

May cracked the door open, just wide enough to see into the hall. “Tony?” she questioned, then rapidly shut the door. The sound of the security chain being released could be heard on the other side. Less than a second later, the door reopened. May stood there for a moment, her eyebrows bunched together in a way that made it look like she was mentally assessing the situation. “Peter left for patrol about an hour ago. Was he- did he forget you two had plans?”

With his hands tucked neatly behind his back, Tony rocked casually onto his heels. “Nope. Just thought I’d stop by.” He brought the bottle of wine to his front, held up forward and smiled. “I bought wine.”

May’s expression shifted as she accepted the bottle of cheap wine. She still looked thoroughly bewildered, but amusement was starting to shine through. “I- Okay.” She blinked, took a few steps back, and held the door wide open. “I’ll grab some cups.”

Tony took that as an invitation and entered the quaint entryway. May led him though the small open living area. He glanced around, debating where to sit. There is a round wooden table with mismatched chairs on one side of the room and a well-loved brown couch on the other. “Table?” he asked, as May disappeared into the narrow galley kitchen.

“Sure! I'll be right there.”

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