#baby girl we all know about the child napping on your head

[fearlesshades]

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Oh my god oh my god this is my fic! cosmosstars this is so amazing! He’s so sleepy from working hard keeping people safe he deserves a little nap on his dad’s head 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

I dont normally draw fanart from fics but I feel like I had to with this one!

Its called Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away by Fearlesshades (@fearlesshades) I ABSOLUTELY ADORE this fic with my WHOLE heart!!!

[eccentricwritingbaby]

cooking up some fun with the sainz’

dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader

summary - y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl. 

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“mi amor, i am about to go live while cooking dinner,” you nod over from behind the kitchen counter, towards your husband whos sitting on the couch. he sets down his phone and turns to face you while you continue, “if you could just keep up with santana while i’m doing so, you know i still don’t want her face all over the media, porfa,”

“por supuesto, cariño. but you do know you don’t have to ask me to watch our child,” he lets out a chuckle as he stands, sauntering over to the kitchen where you are finishing wiping down the counters and adding extra tidiness to your lived-in kitchen. he slowly grabs both of your hands from the counter, removing the cleaning spray and rag, and intertwining your fingers. you inched closer to him and rested your head against his chest. carlos plants a soft kiss onto the top of your head as you begin your reply, “i know, carlos, but i just don’t want her running around the kitchen which is dangerous or having her face pop up more onto my screen than it already has. she’s four, she doesn’t deserve to be subjected to our lifestyle just yet,” you let out your vulnerable admission as carlos lets your left hand go and steadily strokes the back of your head instead.

“i know, i’ll keep a close eye on her,” your husband looks down at you with a quick smile before he eases you more, ”you have nothing to worry about,” with his last word he begins to bend down in order to place a kiss onto your lips.

“EWW!” your four year old yells out from the bottom of the stairs. she had very obviously just woken up from her nap with her dark hair flying in all different directions, her favorite meerkat plushie hanging from her grasp, and most importantly, a very happy piñon trailing behind her. ever since she was born, the dog followed santana absolutely everywhere. call it protection or just puppy love, it was still the cutest part of your little family. 

“and when did you wake up, señora?” you pull apart from your husband with a laugh in order to look at your daughter properly, but don’t miss carlos’ pleading gaze to ignore your daughters wishes and give him a kiss. you took one more glance back at him and kissed his cheek to meet in the middle as he released his signature smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“ahora,” she responds while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and slowly beginning to trudge over to the couch. 

“mama is about to begin dinner, mija. why don’t you and i find a game to play while she does?” your husband proposes.

“okay, papi,” she says quietly before she gains some energy, “but only if we get to play hide and seek!” she squeals out in excitement. carlos laughs as you move around his hold to set up your phone and put away your cleaning supplies. 

his voice graces a higher octave, one saved particularly for your pride and joy, while matching her adorable enthusiasm, “hide and seek! santana, that is a great idea! how could i not have thought of it?” he laughs along with her as she pulls herself to stand up on the couch, legs bouncing underneath her.

“no se, papi! but i thought of it! so we do it?” she asks, looking up at him with her big, brown, wide eyes inherited from the man himself as he strolls over to her place. your husband easily scoops her up into a fit of giggles as he runs her into his office in order to plan out their game. you take this brief moment of quiet to begin the live, and continue to pull out your necessary ingredients as people begin to join. 

once enough people had joined, you share a bright smile and begin your discussion, “hola, everyone! today we are venturing over to italy for our dinner, and making some homemade pizza,” you begin to take out tomatoes and slice them as you carry on, “it sounds very simple, yet you can make it anything you want with toppings, which is the magic of cooking,” you glance up at the camera to notice the brief display of comments and continue to explain, “everything is going to be homemade here, the sauce, the dough, and the cheese! it’s a great meal especially when you have a little one who is just now becoming a bit picky,” you let out a chuckle as you think on to the many ‘no’s’ that came from your four year old as you presented her with different cuisines. one that never misses will always be pizza. 

“okay! i already made my dough last night since i knew i’d be pretty busy today, but i do have a video on how to make that if you want to know, it’s on my story in the highlights of my 'how to's',” you finished chopping up all your tomatoes and threw them into the pan with a bit of oil, “now we’re working on the sauce, so i just chopped up maybe a cup and half - ‘measure with your heart’ - as my abuela always told me, of tomatoes and toss it into a low/medium heated pan with some olive oil to cook it down,” you were about to continue, but instead were interrupted by a little giggle at your feet. you looked down at your smiling daughter as she reached a finger up to her lips in order for you to keep her location a secret. you shot her a wink and then pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key. your peripheral caught your husband sneaking around and looking near and far for the little fit of laughs that was sitting on your feet. 

“next up that i’ll work on is the cheese, we’re making mozzarella so im just going to start by putting some milk on heat using m-” 

“psst” carlos cuts you off from behind the camera, attempting, attempting, to not interrupt. once you give him a confused look he begins to mouth out ‘donde?” while confusion etches his face as well. you stifle a laugh and give him an obvious glance down to your feet in order to hint. his head falls back with a smile and he rounds the corner of the counter to catch his daughter. you view the scene playout and begin to stir around the wilted tomatoes on the stove, santana screeching in joy as carlos comes onto the screen of your live, picking up his daughter while reciting the chant, ‘i’ve found you, mija!’ ‘i’ve found you!’ and you just look on in awe. 

the comments begin to fly by at lightning speed due to the domestic bliss your family carried onto the screen. carlos, still holding a giggly santana, checks you over while looking between you and your phone, “lo siento, amor,” he stretches his puppy dog eyes towards you and you can’t help but swoon, “it’s okay, enjoy hiding from this little detective next, baby,” before carlos could even respond, a resounding sound of disgust is let out from the four year old and she squeaks out, “i your baby mama! not papi,” she holds onto her pout and crosses her arms tightly as she looks between you two. you turn the heat low on the stove for both your projects and head over to where your husband and baby are, slowly repeating back to her, “you are my baby, princesa,” bringing your hands up to her tummy you begin to make her emit her loud and infectious laughter to you and carlos. 

the comments poured over on your phone as you left your love-bubble to take a look at them, one stuck out and you replied, still holding a slight laugh in your voice, “yes, we are very happy,” and you went back to smiling at your beautiful family. 

[ellecdc]

Hey gorg!!!

I saw the post about wanting pregnant reader/ dad marauders prompts and I literally ran here.

I’ve got two ideas, so whichever gives you the most inspiration/ whatever you like best 😂

1- pregnant!reader who just hits her limit for the day- overwhelmed and overstimulated with everything to the point she jsut wants to sit and cry- all because of something silly

Or!!

2- reader on their first day away from baby with the girls- leaving dad!marauders to it, coming back to a baby who’s very excited to be free from the chaos of the boys.

Lots of love!!

-🥟

eeeeeeeek I went with #2!!! thank you my love <3

dad!marauders x mum!reader who saves their daughter from the boys' tyranny [522 words]

CW: kid fic, fem!reader, you have a daughter but I avoided assigning her a name (let me know how ya'll prefer that: do you want me to name the kid? or do you want me to leave it ambiguous? I feel like it would probably read easier/more naturally with an assigned name, but I understand if you like making that up yourself)

“Oh thank gods you’re home.” Sirius pushed out all in one breath as he hastily stood from the couch with your daughter in hand. 

You clicked the door shut behind you as you took your shoes off, furrowing your brows at a frazzled looking Sirius and an equally frazzled looking baby in his arms. 

“You have to help us.” He begged quickly. “They’re driving us mad.”

“What?” You laughed carefully, though you had to admit that your child had a nearly identical pout on her lips as her papa, and you were quite sure babies her age didn’t have the ability to conspire. 

Though, you were sure if any baby could conspire, it would be a baby Marauder. 

“They haven’t stopped all day.” Sirius enunciated, whispering at you and looking over his shoulder as if some invisible threat was going to attack at any given moment. “Jamie got up this morning on a warpath; first we went on a family walk to feed the ducks some corn. Fine, I’ll let it slide. We no sooner got home, and Moony set up the sandbox in the yard. Great. But then, James insisted we go to the park! Which - okay, that was fun, because I got to run around as Padfoot. But then after a mere 20 minute nap, Remus had us out at the stream catching and releasing frogs!”

You awed in sympathy as you brushed some fine hair away from your baby girl’s forehead who was using her two pudgy hands to rub at her eyes.

“You tired, lovie?” You asked the child, but they both whined a yes in response. 

“Okay.” You murmured as you accepted the sleepy child’s grabby hands, only for her to immediately rest her head on your shoulder and melt into your embrace.

“Pads? Where’d you guys run off to?” James called from the other room, and Sirius’ paled. “We’ve got the water table set up.”

“Oh gods,” Sirius whimpered, “they’re coming.”

“Sirius,” you started to chide, but he simply turned and started pushing you towards the hall that led to the bedrooms.

“Go, save yourselves. I’ll hold them off.” He whispered theatrically.

“Sirius!” You squealed, laughing as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head - taking a deep breath as if he was trying to memorise your scent like he may never get the chance to do it again - and pat at your hip. 

“Make sure our baby girl grows up knowing the sacrifices her brave, brave papa made for her.” He offered solemnly, walking backwards as he held your gaze. “Go! Nap! Rest! Waste the day away in ways many of us only dream!” 

You giggled at him as he disappeared around the corner, hearing Remus murmur “what the hell was all that about?” only to hear a grunt, a chuckle, and a theatric “I won’t let you tyrannise our sweet girls any longer!”

“What do you say, sweetheart? Time for a nap?” You murmured as you made your way towards your bedroom; a nap did sound appealing, now that you thought about it. 

An answer never came, however; she was already fast asleep.

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[12:11 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child)

Dad!Jaehyun was moody which was odd. It had been an unusually easy morning. There was good breakfast, nice morning with cartoons that hadn’t been as annoying as usual. The little, sister dogs had actually even been kind of cute. You were curled up at his side on the couch playing with his hair and being very loving- which he loved.

His daughter was calm, ate all her breakfast, and had been extra cuddly and adorable. She had gone down for her first nap with no fussing and didn’t whine when you got her ready. This was also odd for the almost one year old, it was like hitting the jackpot with her this morning. She was in a cute little dress Jaehyun had proudly picked out himself and little sandals that he loved because her tiny toes scrunched up every time she wore them.

But, all the pleasantness of the morning wasn’t why he was moody. Obviously not, it had been a beyond ideal morning. He was moody because you, his wife, had been teasingly poking fun at your daughter about Uncle Johnny.

Stupid Johnny. Johnny who made his daughter get shy and hide and lean toward the obnoxiously tall man. Seriously, who even needed to be that tall? She planted her cute, wet kisses on Johnny’s cheek instead of her own dad, made her cling to Johnny instead of him. He hated it.

You parked outside Johnny's house, unbuckling your daughter from her car seat. You tickled her side, cooing, "are we going to go see your favorite? Are you excited to see Uncle Johnny, princess?"

Jaehyun's face fell into a grimace, following behind his girls with the diaper bag on his shoulder. Suddenly he was wondering why he accepted the invitation for this impromptu barbecue. Maybe he should lie and say he had a stomachache so you all had to go back home, or say that he just saw his daughter have a diaper blow out and there was no extra clothes. Then it was too late, you'd already rung the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal the smiling giant, "Is that my favorite girl?!"

Your daughter hid her face in your neck, smiling shyly but also not objecting to Johnny taking her from your hold. Johnny held her like a total pro, he was the favorite uncle after all, and greeted you and Jaehyun with hugs while ushering you in.

"Look at you, princess! Are you so happy to see Uncle Johnny?" You smiled brightly at your daughter while snapping a quick picture.

Your daughter simple babbled and cuddled closer to Johnny, making her dad's face fall into a deeper frown. You turned to Jaehyun with a knowing, teasing glint in your eye, "she loves him so much."

He grumbled, "she loves me more though."

You wiggled your fingers at your daughter while Johnny toted her around, "I don't know... she's obsessed with Johnny."

Jaehyun glared at you, "it's like you're trying to hurt my feelings right now. A baby can't be obsessed with anyone anyway."

"She's obsessed with me," you shrug.

"You're her mom, duh."

You snort out a laugh, "Try it out then. Try to get her to leave Johnny."

Jaehyun smugly walks over and tries to coax his daughter to him. She furrows her little eyebrows at him and turns back to Johnny, patting his cheek with a look of wonder. Jaehyun scowls, trying again, even going as far as shaking her favorite toy in her eye sight. But nothing, his daughter lays her head on Johnny's shoulder and whines.

"Dude, you're bothering her," Johnny pouts, rubbing his free hand up and down the baby girl's back comfortingly.

Jaehyun pouts and trudges over to you and embraces you while burying his head in your neck, very reminiscent of what his daughter had just done to Johnny, "she hates me."

"Maybe the next one will love you more than Johnny."

His head snaps up, "next one?"

You smile nervously, "surprise?"

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley loved settling in to a new routine with Rose at home. Taking care of you and the baby felt natural. If the most stressful thing he has to deal with was her godfather, then he counted it as a win.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, swearing, DILF Roo

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"Here are your books," Bradley said softly as he carried his daughter around her nursery to her bookshelf. "And here is your crib." She blinked up at him and yawned, and he broke out into a smile. "And here's the chair from your grandparents where Mommy is going to feed you so you can take a nap."

You were standing in the doorway with both hands on Tramp's collar while he whimpered nonstop. "He's not going to rest until he gets to sniff her again," you said, fighting to hang onto him. "And lick her, and roll around on the floor next to her."

"Fine," Bradley said with a sigh. Tramp just spent twenty minutes losing his mind over the baby, but apparently that wasn't enough. Bradley sank down onto the floor with Rose in his arms, and she stretched her fists up toward his face and gave a soft cry. She looked adorable in the outfit your parents bought for her, and his heart clenched like always when he imagined how his own mom and dad would have reacted to being grandparents.

"Here he comes," you said, releasing the collar, and Tramp bounded the rest of the way into the nursery, whimpering and shaking with excitement. He licked the top of Rose's head, making her cry in the process before he started sniffing her hands.

"For fuck's sake," Bradley grunted, trying to coax Tramp to sit down while Rose curled up against his chest. "He's more excited about the baby than I am."

Carefully you sat next to him on the soft rug that looked like a cloud in the airplane nursery, kissing his cheek before you said, "Don't swear in front of the child."

He rolled his eyes. "She can't understand it yet."

You gave him a pointed look. "Don't make me take away your privileges."

Bradley opened his mouth to ask what you meant, but he was immediately silenced as you pulled your shirt over your head and got ready to feed Rose. "Shit," he muttered, wondering how the fuck he was going to last six weeks with your tits in his face and zero chance at intercourse. "I'll behave."

"While Rose eats, I think we should talk about a few things," you whispered, taking her into your arms with a smile and kissing her cheek before getting her situated.

Bradley pulled Tramp onto his lap, doing his best to keep him from loudly sniffing his human sister and making her cry again. Bradley watched you fidget with your leggings around your waist. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" he asked while you fed Rose.

"No," you muttered, not looking at him. "My body is like a deflated balloon."

"Baby Girl," he whispered, leaning in to kiss your ear softly. "You're only a few days postpartum. You birthed an entire person. And you look beautiful. You always will."

He gave up his quest to keep Tramp at bay and let the dog lick the baby's foot as you started crying. "I think my hormones are going insane again," you sobbed, and he wrapped one arm around your shoulders and helped you hold Rose with the other. "And I'm really tired."

"I know," he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. "That's why I'm sending you and the Nugget both for nap time as soon as she's done. Now let's talk about what you want to talk about."

"Right," you said with a sob, like you had forgotten all about it. "My parents aren't going to stop bugging until I tell them when they can come visit."

Now that the attic was available, Bradley didn't mind having them in the house all that much. "Since I'm taking the next week off, why don't you tell them to come out the week after that? So you can have some help when I'm on base?"

"That's a good idea," you said as you carefully maneuvered Rose to your other breast. "We also need to give Rose a godfather." Bradley closed his eyes and pictured literally anybody but Jake. "And I was thinking Jake."

He heaved a weary sigh. "Of course you were," he grouched as Tramp finally calmed down and curled up on the floor. You looked at Bradley without saying a word, and he rubbed his eyes with his fingers. Hard. Jake was a fucking pain in the ass. He always has been, and he always will be. But... he took care of you when Josh tried to assault you while Bradley was deployed. And Jake was the one he turned to when he had a panic attack about getting himself killed before he got to meet his daughter. Jake even graciously promised he would look after you and Rosie and finish building the playset if something happened to him. And he never gave Bradley a hard time for any of it.

"Fuck. How the fuck is this my life?" Bradley groaned, sprawling out on the floor with Tramp and staring at the ceiling.

"What did I say about all the swearing, Roo?" you scolded, but when Bradley focused his gaze on your face, you were smiling. "Does that mean you're okay with Jake?"

Bradley looked at Rose and then back at you. "Yeah," he rasped while wincing.

"Perfect. We can tell him when he stops over tomorrow."

"He's coming over tomorrow?"

"Yes. With Cat and Jeremiah," you said, wiping Rose's lips with a burp cloth as Bradley sat up again.

"Let me hold my Nugget to help ease my pain and suffering."

"You're so dramatic. It's not like you'll suddenly be related to Jake," you said with a laugh, literally flaunting your tits as you stood up. "I'm going to call my parents and then take a little nap as long as you've got her?"

Bradley looked at his daughter as she curled up in his arms. "Yeah. I've got her," he promised, and you kissed him before you left the nursery. 

"We're going to take a little walk," he whispered, picking up the burp cloth that you left on the chair. Bradley carried Rose through the house, marveling once again at how tiny she was in his hands as he tried to burp her. Then he slipped out the sliding glass door to the backyard as he said, "This Jake thing wasn't my idea. You heard your mother. She's got some weird ideas sometimes, but I love her too much to tell her no. So let's set some rules. Under no circumstances are you ever allowed to think your godfather is funnier than your old man, okay?"

Rose simply yawned as Bradley sat down on one of the swings, cradling her.

"Exactly. He's a snoozefest. I totally get the yawning." He pressed his lips to her cheek. "And when you're old enough to talk, I need you to tell him that your godmother is way cooler than your godfather. If you agree, then don't say a word."

Bradley moved the swing slowly as she snuggled against him and silently closed her eyes. "That's my girl," he whispered, keeping her warm against his body in the early spring sunlight.

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When you woke up, your body was sore, and your stomach was growling. You didn't know what time it was, but your breasts hurt enough that you thought perhaps it was time to feed Rose again. You climbed out of bed and froze as you reached for your glasses. Something smelled good. Familiar. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you whispered, "Surely not."

Rose's door was closed when you walked down the hallway, and you found your husband in the kitchen, working in front of the stove.

"You're cooking Marry Me Rooster!"

He looked up at you with a bewildered expression on his face, like a deer caught in headlights. "I am," he replied, voice hoarse. "I've been training over facetime with your mom for months, but this is my first time actually trying it."

Your heart swelled with love as you took a step closer to him and your grandmother's recipe sheet, but he held up a hand and shook his head.

"I think it's best if I give this my full attention," he said, eyes wild as he turned back to the stove. "But maybe you should have the fire extinguisher handy just in case."

You backed slowly away from him, hand covering your mouth to try to keep your laughter in. Excitement bubbled inside you knowing you'd get to eat one of your favorite dinners tonight. Bradley was pretty good at cooking now. He could pull it off. Probably.

Your daughter's cries started ramping up in her nursery, and you had a visceral reaction to it. "I'm coming," you called out, already pulling your shirt over your head as you walked inside. The fact that she even looked adorable when her face was all scrunched up in tears was concerning to you; Bradley would be unstoppable with spoiling her.

As soon as you scooped her up into your arms, she quieted down. Her weight against your body was calming as you rocked her in the chair while you fed her, and you weren't surprised at all that Tramp was sitting at your feet with his eyes glued on the baby.

"Just wait until she can walk," you told him. "The two of you will be besties, terrorizing everyone else."

You heard some loud noises in the kitchen followed by Bradley's voice. "It's fine! It's all fine!"

"I'm kind of concerned," you whispered to Rose, running your fingers along her little bit of fuzzy hair. "But Daddy learned how to cook just for you and me. We are already spoiled."

To your surprise, dinner was mostly good. The kitchen was completely trashed, and Bradley looked like he just ran a marathon, but the food was edible. It even tasted good, if not a little bit on the salty side.

"I am so impressed, Roo," you said with a smile. He was holding Rose to his chest with one hand and inhaling the pasta and chicken.

"I wanted you to have something special. It's nowhere near as good as yours though," he mumbled with a shrug around some bites. "But it's okay. I'm kind of hoping Cat will bring food with them when they stop by tomorrow. She knows how to cook like you do. Jake and I would have probably starved to death by now."

He set his fork down to run his knuckle along Rose's cheek as you started to clean up the dishes. "I thought it was wonderful," you whispered. "Nobody else ever cooked just for me before."

That made him smile. 

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Bradley intended to write in the Nugget notebook while the events from the hospital were still fresh in his mind, but he passed out in bed as soon as you did. Rose cried three times overnight when she was hungry, and he realized he was actually quite useless when it came to that scenario. All he could really do to help was burp her. By the time he was making breakfast, you looked absolutely exhausted.

"That was kind of a rough night," he said while trying so hard not to burn the toast.

"I think that's just how nights are going to be for a while," you replied with a yawn as you carried the baby around.

Bradley spread some of the avocado concoction he whipped up onto the perfectly toasted slice of overpriced bread that you liked, and he took Rose from you so you could have a break.

"Thanks," you muttered before biting into your breakfast. "It's still so strange that you're the one cooking now."

"Oh shit," he said in delight as he kissed his daughter. "I almost forgot."

"Stop swearing!" you called as he walked outside to the garage where that fancy baby carrier thing was. 

He'd been using it to lift weights, training for this very occasion. He snatched it up and took it back in the house where he set Rose down on the couch to fasten the straps around himself. "Look at this!" he said, slipping the baby in against his chest. You were shaking your head and finishing your toast as he paraded around wearing Rose.

"You're so adorable, Roo."

"It's not me. It's the baby." He looked down at her cute face where her cheek was squished against his chest. "Can't get enough."

You wrapped your arms carefully around him, turning Rose into a sandwich as you ran your fingers through the hair along his temples. "You are such a DILF, Bradley. Gray hairs and heart eyes for your daughter."

"Stop," he groaned, turning to kiss your wrist. "Do you have any idea how hard it's going to be for me to not fuck you right now?" Someone knocked on the front door and he gave you a look. "What time did you tell Jake and Cat to stop by?"

"Tonight," you replied, heading across the living room. "It couldn't be them."

Bradley was relieved to see Maverick when you opened the door. "I'm not staying," he said as you invited him inside with bags in his hands. "I just wanted to see this little one for myself and drop some things off." He shook Bradley's hand and then just stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Rose slowly fall asleep in her carrier. "My god," he whispered, eyes shining with tears. "A brand new Bradshaw."

"Do you want to hold her?" you asked him, already reaching for the carrier. But Maverick shook his head.

"No, let her sleep. I'll come back one day with Penny and Amelia. We'll bring pizza. Just let us know which night is good." He looked up at Bradley, cuffing him on the shoulder as he said, "I wanted to be one of the first to say congratulations. Your mom and dad would have been overjoyed."

"Thanks, Mav," Bradley whispered, tears in his own eyes now. "I'm kind of obsessed with her, so I know my mom would have been as well."

Maverick shook his head, still giving Bradley's bicep a squeeze. "Your dad would have never shut up about having a granddaughter. That's a fact."

Bradley pulled his godfather in for a hug before he left with the promise to return later in the week when he was invited. Then he kissed the top of Rose's head as you rummaged around in the bags that had been left behind.

"Penny seems to have gone a bit overboard with groceries," you muttered, pulling lunch meat, bread and some chicken breasts from one of the bags. "Oh! A bottle of pink champagne!"

"Put it in the fridge," Bradley said. "I'm going to need a drink after you tell Jake he'll be the Nugget's godfather."

You rolled your eyes and dug around in a gift bag that was overflowing with tissue paper, and you gasped as you pulled out two stuffed animals. They simply looked like birds, but when Bradley took a step closer, he laughed. 

"Mav really bought Rosie a plush goose and a plush rooster."

You had a bright smile on your beautiful face as you examined them. "He's quite the joker, but these are so cute. I'm going to put them in her nursery."

"After that, you should go take a nap," Bradley said, swaying slowly from side to side with his hand resting on the back of his daughter's head while she napped. "This little girl is sound asleep, and I can do a few chores with her in the carrier."

You gave him a look that would usually mean he was getting lucky later, but that was off the table right now. When you walked past, you kissed Rose's hand and then his cheek before you said, "Make sure you chill the champagne. We can have fun later."

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Jake, Cat and Jeremiah arrived with balloons, boxes of diapers, meals in tupperware containers, and a lot of excitement. 

"You didn't have to bring all of this," you said as Jake stacked things up inside the front door.

"Yes, they did," Bradley muttered, taking a peek in the food containers. "There's a casserole and a lasagna."

"You literally just ate dinner," you told him, handing Rose over to Cat who was practically vibrating with excitement. But Bradley wasn't listening as he followed the very inquisitive two year old boy around the living, making sure he didn't get hurt chasing Tramp.

"Why do babies smell so good?" Cat asked as Rose squirmed a bit in her arms. "So fresh and clean."

You didn't even get to respond before Jake squeezed you tight and said, "Congratulations, Angel. You mated with Bradshaw, and somehow the baby turned out cute."

"I would say something," Bradley retorted from next to the couch, "but I'm not allowed to swear in front of children."

Jake snorted. "I'm just messing around."

"Hey, I'm going to take him outside to play on the swings for a bit," Bradley said, scooping Jeremiah up before he could yank on Tramp's tail.

You gave him a pointed look and nodded toward Jake. "Don't we have something we'd like to ask him first?"

Bradley's smile turned into a bit of a frown. "No. I don't think we do."

"Bradley!" you scolded, and he tipped his head back with a groan.

"Fine. But I'm not saying it."

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you turned toward Jake. "Bradley and I would very much like for you to be Rose's godfather. If you're interested."

The words were barely out of your mouth before Jake had you flush against him in a bone crushing hug. "Wooo, boy. Godfather to a Bradshaw? We do live in some wild times, don't we, Rooster?"

Bradley muttered something incoherent while you asked, "Does that mean you're interested?"

He released you and turned toward Cat. "Please pass the godchild to the godfather. I'm about to make this baby an offer she can't refuse."

"She's a burrito! Not a cannoli!" Bradley called out from the sliding glass door before heading outside with Jeremiah.

"Is Phoenix her godmother?" Jake asked softly while holding Rose and supporting her head.

"Yes," you replied, in awe over how careful he was being.

"You realize that spells complete disaster, right?"

"Sure," you agreed. But you'd never seen anyone hold someone else's baby with quite as much respect as Nat and Jake held Rose.

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Bradley played with Rose on the couch with an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey on in the background. "You see what happens when you marry for money?" he asked his daughter as she wrapped her fingers around his pinky. "Sure, you get a Lamborghini out of the deal, but you also get arrested for tax fraud and embezzlement." He kissed her forehead. "Don't do that, okay?"

She cooed softly, and he took that as a sound of agreement.

"I'm ready."

Bradley glanced up to see you fresh out of the shower wearing the robe that Nat gave you. "I'll bring her right in," he replied.

"Grab the champagne, too."

He did exactly as he was told and handed the baby to you where you sat in the glider chair in the nursery before he carefully opened the bottle. The sound startled Rose, and she started crying hysterically. Bradley was on his knees in front of the chair instantly, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Nugget. That was way too loud."

"I think she's getting hangry, too," you mused, loosening the sash of your robe so you could feed her. And once again, Bradley was just captivated by all of it and so in love. He took a long sip of the pink champagne before offering you the bottle. "I can only have a little bit."

"I know Sweetheart, but it's your favorite." You had milk beading on your nipple while you fed Rose, and Bradley watched you lick your lips before handing the bottle back to him. He groaned softly, dizzy from all of it. 

"This is so fascinating," he whispered, taking another sip before setting the bottle down. When he reached out to touch your breast, you let him. You felt warm and heavy, and he took your milk onto his thumb and licked it clean.

"You know..." you whispered, switching Rose to your other side. "After having alcohol, it's probably a good idea to pump some of my milk to make sure she doesn't get any of it."

Bradley sat up a little straighter, willing to get you anything you needed. "Want me to set up the pump?"

"Nah," you replied, shaking your head. "I haven't gotten the hang of it yet, but I'm sure there's another way you can help me." Your graceful fingers stroked Rose's cheek as the milk drunk baby started slowing down. "When she's finished, it's your turn."

Bradley jumped to his feet as soon as Rose started to drift to sleep. "I'll get cleaned up and meet you in bed," you whispered as he took the baby from your arms. He deftly changed her diaper and got her zipped back into her sleeper before setting her in her crib.

"How about you sleep more tonight?" he asked. "Give me a chance to play with Mommy before she's too tired? I like her tits, too."

He could hear you laughing down the hallway. "I can hear you through the baby monitor!" you called out, but Bradley had no shame. He kissed his daughter one last time before turning on the night light and the ceiling fan, and then he was on his way to you.

When he stood in the doorway, you were sitting in bed with your robe open. Soft light from your lamp was making every curve of your body look irresistible to him, and now that he had you alone, he knew he was going to struggle.

He made a desperate sound as he ran his hand over his face. "Baby Girl," he whined. "I want you so bad."

"Come here," you coaxed, rubbing the spot on the bed next to you. He was there in an instant, sitting with his back against the headboard as you crawled into his lap. As soon as you nudged his shorts with your knee, he swallowed hard, saliva pooling on his tongue at the sight of your milk dripping from you and onto his shirt.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, letting you get yourself comfortable before he wrapped his arms around you. "It's my turn?"

You ran your fingers along his scarred cheek and back through his hair. "Your turn," you whispered, lips ghosting against his as he throbbed for you.

Bradley took your breasts gently in his hands, ran his thumbs along your nipples and rubbed his nose between your tits. Then he let himself taste you to his heart's content.

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Roo is living his very best life, other than potentially seeing Jake more frequently. Hopefully Nat will balance that out for him. Grandparents are coming to visit soon! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 18

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[kayhi808]

First Crush -12

It was an epic battle of wills, Abigail Rose vs Mama. Abby needed to go down for her nap, but she didn't want to. You understood. Today was so much fun. So many new things to see and do, but you also knew what a grump she could be when she's tired and fussy. You also knew she'd be staying up late with the fireworks and you didn't want your exhausted baby ruining it for anyone.

"Pleeease, Mama! I don't wants to. I don't wike it." Your baby's eyes fill will large tears.

"You take naps after lunch everyday. Today is no different," brushing her hair off her forehead.

"No, Mama."

You had walked off further into the picnic area, pulling a blanket out of her backpack, so she could nap outdoors and still be at the fair. "It's your choice, do you want to nap here, back at Bucky's place, or we can go straight home." Abby stomps her foot. "When you wake up from your nap, we'll go back to playing. We can do face painting. How would you like that?" Abby shakes her head & her tears start to fall. "You can be a bunny and I can be a piggy."

"NO!"

"Hey, don't yell at me Abby."

"I don't wike you!" Bucky sees you flinch at her words. She pulls away from you and runs to Bucky, "I don't wants to nap. I's not tired. Please Bucky." Her little hands swiping the tears from her chubby cheeks. Bucky looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

Sternly but quietly, "Abigail, come here. Now." Abby doesn't leave Bucky's side. "I said, now."

She cries louder, but waddles back to you. You hold her hands & tilt her chin up so she's looking at you. "I'm your Mama. Not Bucky. You listen to me. You want to get Bucky into trouble??" Bucky gives you a mischievous smile. You squint a glare back at him.

"N...no, Mama."

"If I tell you no, you don't go to someone else and ask them. I already said no. Doing that is bad."

"I's not bad girl."

You gather her onto your lap, "No, you're not a bad girl. You made a mistake, but now you know that's not a good thing to do." She sticks her thumb in her mouth & nods.

"I sowwy," she mumbles around her thumb.

Bucky walks over and lays at the edge of the blanket, "Maybe we should all take a nap." Abby gets up and lays next to Bucky on her tummy. You settle next to her, rubbing & patting her back. She's facing Bucky but after a few minutes you look at him and mouth "Is she sleeping?" He nods.

"I'm sorry she came to you like that."

"It's ok." He rolls over onto his back, looking up at the sky.

"You were going to be a sucker and cave."

Bucky chuckles, rubbing his chest, "I would have. I'd give anything for her not to look at me like that."

"My baby isn't stupid. She knew who the weakest link was," you quietly laugh. Bucky grabs a handful of grass and tossed it at you.

"You're a good mom. It doesn't look easy, but you make it look effortless." Bucky sees a tear slip from the corner of you eye, disappearing into your hairline. "Doll?"

You turn, giving him a sad smile. "Thank you. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing. I'm so scared of messing up with her and having her grow up to hate me."

Bucky jumps up & pulls you to your feet so he can hold you. "You know she didn't mean what she said. She was angry." Music from the stage is playing and he sways back & forth with you. You get in a good little cry, disguised as dancing. "She's so lucky to have you as her mom. And she adores you! You've raised a happy child."

"Except at nap time."

"Today is a one off."

Raising on tip-toe, you kiss his cheek, "Thanks, Buck."

*******

While Abby sleeps, you and Bucky enjoy a couple dances. He runs away to grab you ice cream sandwiches, saying you earned it. You both finish quickly in case Abby wakes up. It's your little secret. Natasha and Steve drop by saying they'll stay with Abby if you and Bucky wanted to enjoy the fairgrounds together. You're unsure about leaving Abby. "Doll, she's safer than anyone here. She's got Captain America and Black Widow watching over her. 30 minutes and we'll come back." Bucky grabs your hand and you let him lead you away.

You return to the midway games and challenge each other to, basketball, water guns, bean bag toss, shooting gallery, and anything you could find to compete against him. You collected your tickets so you could return with Abby to redeem them later.

Bucky picks out a pair of fairy wings for Abby. "Are you serious?"

"Does she already have a pair of wings?"

"No, but..."

"Think of how cute she'll look when she rides her unicorn later. Oh, were you going to get her wings?"

Laughing, "I didn't win that many tickets. I was going to let her choose new story books."

He wraps his arm around your neck bringing you in for a kiss. "See, perfect."

*****

Abby woke up from her nap so excited to see everyone there. Steve had gotten her some "banoons" which she loves so much. And then Bucky showed her her fairy wings and she went crazy. She had to put it on immediately! Poor Steve got one-upped again.

Throughout the afternoon, their picnic got bigger. Clint and his family joined in. Tony, Pepper and Morgan visited. Abby and Morgan became fast friends. They played in the jumper house, and rode the mini train together. They sat through getting their face painted, turning them into 2 little kittens.

After dinner, Abby wanted a dance party so you danced with your baby. Thankful this time she didn't give you instructions on how to "shake it" like before. Your little ringleader got everyone dancing. One of her favorite songs comes on and she tries to get Bucky to sing it with her but he doesn't know it . She only likes singing the chorus.

Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm the only one of me

Baby, that's the fun of me

Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You're the only one of you

Baby, that's the fun of you

And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e

You shake your head at your 3 year old Swifty shaking her bottom so her dress swishes. She smiles up at you with so much joy. No one is going to love her like you do. She's your world.

The fireworks are about to start. Abby has only seen them on videos and TV. Pepper gave you an extra pair of earplugs for Abby. She oohs and ahhhs along with everybody else. Bucky puts her on his shoulders so she could be closer to them. She wanted to catch the sparkles in her hands.

You make you way back the the Residence. Abby is chatting non-stop about everything that happened today. It was a struggle to get her to wash the face paint off. You blamed it on Bucky. You told her that if she got his pillows all dirty he might not invite them back. She quickly consented to scrubbing her face.

Bucky offered to read her a story while you showered. When you got out of the bathroom, Abby was sound asleep. "She didn't even make it 5 pages in." You trade spots while he cleans up.

He leaves the bathroom with his wet hair, flopped over his forehead still looking handsome as ever. He sits on the couch, pulling you to straddle his lap. Your lips immediately seek his. His hands on your hips bringing you flushed against him. A soft moan escapes you both. His tongue glides across your lower lip seeking entrance. Which you eagerly grant. Your fingers threading through his hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue teases his and his fingers creep under your shirt palming your breasts.

"Mama?!"

Bucky tosses you off him and into the corner of the couch. You laugh at his panicked expression and surprised at his strength. "Yes, baby?" You get up and go to Bucky's room. Abby's sitting up in the middle of the bed.

"This not my bed."

"We're spending the night a Bucky's house, remember?"

"Can yous sleeps wit me?" Reaching out with grabby hands. Sighing, "Of course."

Bucky tucks you both in, and drops kisses on you. "We'll figure something out," he whispers in your ear. You smile and nod, pulling Abby against you as she tries to sleep.

Uncle Steve

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[superluver]

What was in the bag? G.S.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Wife!Reader

wc: 1516 | cw: Gojo is annoying, fem!Reader, Married, Pre established couple, mentions of bounty&death, FLUFF

Description: Gojo's students meet his wife without knowing it's his wife. Spoiler alert, they think you're his mom.

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You weren’t really a secret per se.. more of underwraps.

Married to Satoru Gojo, strongest man alive in modern times, you were kind of on the radar for multiple things. Bounty’s on your head reaching over 600 million yen, though they’ve never actually gotten you.

And your daughter, it’s even worse. The highest you’ve heard of was 1 Billion yen, but as Satoru always tells you, he wouldn’t have married someone unable to take care of themselves. You were strong on your own, sure, not a special grade, but a high Grade 1.

You were more than capable of taking care of your family.

“Sora, ready to go?” You coo at her, looking down at her. She babbles in responde, kicking her legs and thrusting them up and down. It’s quite funny.

You are wearing a big hat, large sunglasses and a mask, your 5 month old daughter only wearing the hat and glasses. Her body facing your chest.

A large, garbage bag sits at the door. You recall Satoru texting you to bring it to the school because he forgot it, so with a sigh, you take it in your hand.

It’s heavy, but not unbearably so.

You embark on your journey to the school, which was only about two miles away if you walked, so it was nothing. The only thing concerning you at the moment would be the summer heat beating down on the two of you, wondering if it would be too hot for the small child, but you push on.

“Okay Sora, you have to be good.” You tell her, her big blue eyes staring into yours as you slip on her small glasses. Her hands go up to her face, trying to take them off, but you stop her. That’s when she begins to whine.

“Sora,” you sigh, pressing the hat further down your head. You want to chuckle at her pouty face, her white hair curling over the rim of her small sun hat. You step out of the house into the sun, the large trash bag in your hand. “We’re going to see Papa, but you need to be a good girl.” You tell her, your free hand patting her back, her front pressed onto you from the carrier she’s strapped to that brings you two together.

Immediately, her small whines stop. She looks up at you, her mouth slightly open. “Yes, your papa is at work, and we will visit him.” You tell her in a higher pitch, and she begins to babble out of happiness once more.

It’s been about thirty minutes, Sora taking a nap and you still holding the trash bag. You gain many stares, but you don’t seem to care.

Behind you, someone creeps up. You can feel an immense amount of cursed energy from him, causing you to tense up, and you’re sure Sora can feel it too as she begins to whine again.

“Excuse me?” The person begins, and you assume the person behind you is male from their tone. To turn around, eyebrows furrowed and free hand to your baby's head, pressing her further into you.

“You seemed to be struggling with the bag, so I—” he stammers, and you really look at him. No evil intentions, but that dangerous cursed energy coming from him alarms you.

He’s got pink hair, and a very child-like face. His hand is at the back of his head, scratching awkwardly. You take notice of his uniform, and all that tenseness dissipates. “Are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You ask him, and his eyes go wide.

He shakes his head, hands thrown up. “No-! No, no! I’m— a student! From Sendai, I’m on my way to school!”

You deadpan, he’s clearly lying. Raising an eyebrow, you scoff, “Sendai? What are you doing here in Tokyo. And anyway,” you glance at his uniform, the head holding Sora’s head presses on one of the gold buttons, “I know a Jujutsu Sorcerer’s uniform when I see one. No need to lie, I’m one too.” You confess, finger to your lips(though they’re covered by the mask) like you just told him a secret.

“O-oh! I feel a little embarrassed now..” he tells you bashfully.

“Are you a first year?”

He blinks, nodding slow. “Yeah, I am.”

“Great! Where is Satoru Gojo?” You ask him, and again, he blinks. “I think… he went to get some dessert.”

You groan, readjusting your hat further down.

He leans down, taking the bag from you before stumbling from its weight.

‘She was carrying this!?’

He smiles, re-adjusting it in his hold, then thanking God for his strength.

“If it’s too heavy you can leave it on the ground.” You grumble, sitting under a tree on the stone ledge that surrounds it. The two of you sit under the shade, and Sora, now fully awake, is kicking her legs out. You pull her from the carrier, still facing you, you bounce her on your knee.

The two of you still adorned in your heavy disguises as another person comes by. A girl, wearing a Jujutsu Uniform, brown hair— though clearly dyed— cut into a cute bob. You chuckle, it reminds you of Shoko.

“What’s taking you so long— OHMYGOD!?” She shouts, staring at you. You probably scared her.. you think, but when she steps to you, kneeling to you and asking if you were a celebrity, sweat drops.

“Hm?”

“I'm asking if you’re a celebrity. A model? Maybe an actress.”

You find yourself laughing, shaking your head at her antics. “No, I’m afraid not.”

“A singer! See you have a very nice voice.”

Your head tilts, confused with a hint of embarrassment— though you end up laughing it off— it seems they don’t know who you are.

Sora, still in your arms, is again pressing her hands to her face, knocking her glasses off.

The girl, which you still haven't learned her name, bends down, picking up her glasses and when she leans back up, she sees Sora, looking down at her. Her big blue eyes staring back into the sorceress’ brown ones.

“Holy shit.” She murmurs, wordlessly giving you back her glasses. You stare puzzled, watching as she stands up and walks back to the other boy.

“That— that woman is Gojo’s MOM! She must've been hit by a curse that takes her to the future, because the baby she’s holding is a literal baby Gojo!” Nobara informs Yuuji in whisper, who shakes his head at her.

“No way,” he glances back at you and Sora, who is now tearing off her head revealing her snow white hair. She blinks at him, showcasing her beautiful eyes— identical to his teacher's— and he gapes.

“See! I told you!” She whispers back.

What they don’t realize is that their teacher is looming over them. “What’re you two whispering about?” He asks with a teasing grin, his hands in his pockets, around his arm is a paper bag of Kikufuku.

“Your mom!” Yuuji and Nobara tell him, pointing to the disguised woman. They still haven’t seen her face, but the baby was enough evidence for them.

Megumi stares at them like their idiots, even worse when he watches what his teacher and caretaker does next.

He glances at the woman, then smiling. “Mommy!” He shouts, walking up to her with a wave.

You look up and frown. His students stare at the supposed reunion with him and his mother, his hands to your face pulling off your glasses, then your hat, then ripping your mask off. The three are unable to see your face, though Megumi already knows what you look like.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then one to the top of the Sora’s head. Still, his students can’t see your face, but their faces are disgusted. “What the hell do you do with your mom?” They asked, Megumi glancing at them like they were stupid.

Satoru laughs, “That’s the beautiful Mommy of my child,” he tells them, watching them go from relaxed to pure shock.

“WHAT YOU DIDN’T TELL US?! AND YOU HAVE A KID?!"

“NO ONE KNEW?!”

“Megumi knew!” Satoru chirps, and the boy’s friends turned to him. “You knew he was married and didn’t say anything.”

“That guy has nothing to do with me.” Megumi tells them, rolling his eyes at his friends interrogating him.

They’re extremely loud, loud wnough to the poiny where tou’re getting embarrassed.

“Excuse me?” You speak up, and they all turn to you. Your face on full display, and this causes them to gape further. “Could you guys be just a little bit more—”

“HOW DID YOU BAG THAT GOJO-SENSEI?!” Nobara asks, pointing at you them him.

He laughs, throwing his head back at the chaos.

Megumi shakes his head, and you stand up, Sora back in the carrier. You take Megumi and walk off with a sigh, still able to hear their screams in the distance along with Satoru’s laughter.

“What was in the bag?” Megumi asks in a disinterested tone.

You, looking ahead, think about it before shrugging.

“No clue.”

[frannyzooey]

Short Days, Long Nights: 17

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Mature (mentions of child loss and grief, aka we go through Joel's past one more time as he says goodbye)

A/N: We are at the end ❤ I am insanely nervous since the whole story was built around this final chapter...I really hope you like it. I am going to make a separate post with all my thank you notes, but for now: @the-scandalorian I literally could not have done this without your guidance and reassurance and constant support. I owe you everything, and I love you. @mrsmando thank you for looking this over for me, for being such an amazingly emotional ride or die and for inspiring me since day one of this fic with your massive brain. I adore you. finally, @bageldaddy thank you for yelling at me in the doc when I needed it, and for your constant Joel advice. You make me better. ❤

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“That’s it, honey. You’re doin’ so good.”

 “Yea?” Straightening your back, you let your hips roll with the movement under you. The inside of your thighs burning with overuse, your voice is slightly breathless. “Like this?”

“It’s like you’re a natural,” he muses, giving you a wink. 

“I don’t know about that.”

A trampled path guides the horse more than you do, a circle carved into the grass in front of the cabin and you let out a breath, feeling yourself relax for the first time since you first climbed on. 

He didn’t believe you when you’d said you’d never been on a horse until you stood next to it, terrified. He had helped you up that day, climbing into the saddle behind you. When he noticed that you were paying more attention to the way his broad body encased yours from behind, he cut the lesson short with a teasing scold. 

Only to continue it in the bedroom later that night. 

He’s silent for a moment as he walks next to you, until June’s babble from the edge of the field calls out across the space. 

“See?” he says. “She thinks so too.”

She starts to crawl towards the two of you, and Joel is quick to stride over, picking her up. 

“I feel like I got the hang of it,” you say tentatively. “I’m not sure what to do if I have to take off on it though.” You look at him, the scenario only now occurring to you. “Hang on. What if I’m holding her and we have to run? How will I hang onto her and the horse? How –”

His hand comes to rest reassuringly on your thigh with a squeeze, stopping you.

“Don’ focus on that right now.” He shifts June in the crook of his elbow so that her outstretched hands can touch the horse. “Just focus on learnin’ the basics. When she’s down for her nap, I’ll get on with you and we can practice goin’ faster. Okay?”

He holds your gaze for a moment, sunlight catching the brown in his irises and curls. He raises his eyebrows in question, and you nod. 

“Okay. Yea, okay.”

Giving the horse a pat on its neck, you let June brush her hands over its coat. Her tiny fingers dig in, pinching the animal in exploration. 

“Easy, baby girl. Easy,” Joel murmurs. “You gotta be gentle. Like this.”

He takes her hand in his, petting the horse. Having no patience for the slow movement, she tugs her hand free to make a quick grab for the animal, and he chuckles, stepping back - only for her to erupt into a wail. 

“Aw come on. Don’ gimme those crocodile tears, baby.” 

Lifting her into the air, he holds her above his head and looks up at her scrunched face. His biceps strain the sleeves of his t-shirt, his curls fluttering in the breeze as he suspends her until her cries turn into whimpers, then giggles. Only then does he bring her down, kissing her on the cheek. 

“I knew you were fakin’.”

–

The plan was to leave tomorrow, at first light. 

Weathering weeks of up and down emotions, you’ve been constantly wavering between wanting to follow the others in hopes of finding somewhere safer for June and being terrified that you’re making the wrong decision. A silent war within yourself, always waging as you prepared. 

When it was just you and Joel, there were times that you had been afraid. You had eventually made peace with the idea that something might happen to you, even though you would have fought with everything you had to prevent it. The fear you feel now, however, is on a whole other level. Something more base, coming from deep within you. 

 It’s so much harder with June. So much more left to lose, so much more at stake. 

A bone-deep type of fear that took root in you the moment you realized you were pregnant, it only grew until it was something overwhelming. Something that choked you with nerves the day she came into this world. Something that reached down into the heart of you and grabbed hold of reserves you never knew you had. Something that turned you into another person entirely when you thought about anything happening to her - a very real possibility given the unknown you were willingly venturing into. 

In comparison, Joel seemed…calm. Always the case when he had a clear direction and a purpose, you couldn’t tell if it was because he truly believed this was the right thing or just because he was so caught up in the planning of it all.

Plants harvested and then pulled up to save the root system, seeds meticulously dried and saved in scraps of paper, everything protected with as much safe keeping as you could provide it. Stores of food organized and packed in makeshift saddle bags, clothing and rags for diapers and two sleeping bags and medicine and first aid supplies and knives and anything else you could think of that might be useful, already accounted for and packed away. 

All of it placed by the front door, waiting. 

You run down the mental list one more time while rocking June, eventually placing her in the crib after cradling the soft, warm weight of her sleeping body for a moment. 

“She go down okay?” Joel looks up from his place on the bed, the lantern glowing warm edges around the curve of his shoulders. The light splays across his skin, and he sets his book to the side. 

“Yea, she was just a little fussy.” Yawning, you crawl into bed next to him. “I think she can feel something in the air. Our nerves or something.”

“Probably,” he agrees. 

Sliding down under the quilt, you watch the shift of his muscles as he stretches to turn out the light. Joining you, he rolls on his side so you’re face to face.

Getting comfortable, you scoot closer. “So. Our last night.”

“Looks like it,” he replies, grasping your hand. He runs your knuckles over the  seam of his lips, giving them a kiss.

“Are you nervous?” 

He considers for a moment. “Yea. I know it’s time, but I can’t say I’m ready for what’s waiting out there.”

You nod.

Content silence rests between you, a cricket chirping right outside the window, the  gentle current joining the rustle of leaves as they stir in the warm night air. Your fingers play idly with the sparse hair that covers his chest, and he watches you in the darkness. 

“Are we doing the right thing?” you ask, your voice almost a whisper. 

“It’s a little late for that, honey,” he teases, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. When you don’t reply, his tone softens and he continues. “Hey now. We are. I know it.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure. I don’t know if anyone is with any decision they make, honey. ‘Specially not parents. You can only hope, ya know?”

You draw your lip between your teeth, and he gently plucks it out with his thumb. Guiding your face to his in the darkness, he runs his touch across your cheek, stroking the soft curve. 

“Look at me.”

He’s right there, holding your gaze. Brown irises turned black in the dark room, holding you steady. There, like he’s always been. 

“This is the right thing. I know just as well as you that there is plenty out there to be afraid of, but I got you. I got you both. I ain’t gonna let anything happen.”

A tear slips from the corner of your eye, dampening the pillow case. Your fears getting the best of you, words come pouring out. 

“What if she crawls away while we are sleeping, or what if she gets sick? What if someone tracks us, and tries to take what we have?” You swallow hard, taking a deep breath. “If something happens to either of you, I –”

You can’t even bring yourself to finish the sentence, and he’s gathering you in his arms, pulling you close. The steady thump of his heartbeat underneath your cheek greets you, and you bury your face in the soft crook of his neck. 

“I know we have to, but I don’t want to leave. This is our home.”

He softly shushes you. “We’ll make a new one. Together.”

Cradling your head in his hand, he lets you cry, his fingers stroking over the crown of your hair. Wrapped in his hold, you let it all pour out: not deep, shuddering cries of despair but rather the silent cries of mourning, of nerves strung too tight for weeks. 

His hand slips down to rub between your shoulder blades and you close your eyes for a moment, trying to commit everything about this moment to memory: the mattress underneath you, the heat of his body, the husky rumble of his voice. The soft sheets and the worn blankets that have held the heat of your naked bodies countless times. His side of the bed that smells like him, his things on the nightstand, the feel of him in the middle of the night when it’s too dark to see. The scratch of his beard against your palm when you sling your arm over him in the night, just to find the bare patch along his jaw with your fingertips. 

You think about everything that’s ever happened in this bed: his confession about Sarah, the intimacies you’ve shared with each other under the safe veil of darkness. Sounds that these walls have absorbed night after night: his low chuckles and his murmured praises and his endless, reassuring love. 

When you’re done, Joel guides you back down into the mattress, using his hold on you to close the distance between your mouths. A gentle kiss for your lips, then your nose, then each one of your tear damp eyelids before finding your mouth again. 

You shift up, giving him access to deepen it as his tongue slides against yours, your body arching into the familiar taste and path of his kisses. Your fingers thread through his hair, slip down the breadth of his back, and curl around the back of his arms.

Your thighs hug his hips, his head dipping to find more of your skin. Laving the edge of your jaw, he gives your throat an open mouthed kiss as his hand pushes your sleep shirt up. Up, up, exposing the bare skin over your sternum and when his lips find your nipple, he draws into his mouth with a reverential suck. He laves his tongue over and around it, playing with the stiff bud as he rocks his hips into yours and when his teeth gently scrape, a moan catches in the back of your throat. 

The last time you’re ever going to feel him in this bed, you savor it. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groans softly when his fingers find your slick warmth. 

“So do you,” you breathe, reaching down to guide his fingers inside you. They slip in with a slick, snug stretch, and he rests his forehead along the plane of your chest, watching your hand move with his. Crooking his touch to reach a spot that makes you keen, he rubs against it and you muffle your sounds against the firm round of his shoulder. 

Quiet. You have to be quiet. 

“Fuck me,” you plead against his skin, and he works his fingers faster, pulling back to watch your face. 

“I wanna make you come like this first. Gonna be awhile before I can take my time with you again.”

You say nothing, the air seizing in your lungs as you arch into the tight, syrupy warmth he’s building inside you. Clenching around his fingers, you’re tipped over the edge by the heft of his stiff cock rocking against your thigh.

“There’s my girl,” he praises. 

His words wash over your heated skin, his eyes flashing in the dark. Slipping his fingers from you to drag damp over your skin, he pushes your legs open to make room for himself.

–

Leaving you sated and asleep, he slips from bed as quietly as he can, stepping out into the inky night. Tugging a sweatshirt over his head, his feet are bare, the hem of his pajama pants skimming the grass as he walks down to the shore. 

A simple handmade cross made from the leftover wood from June’s cradle is gripped in his hand.

He kneels and taking his time, begins to delicately smooth out a patch of sandy earth. His fingers pluck away wayward strands of grass and toss out tiny pebbles until it’s cleared. A stack of stones he’s been gathering for the last few weeks rests in a pile nearby, waiting. 

Satisfied, he rests back on his heels.

“Hey, baby girl.”

Silence greets him, and content with that response, he continues.

“We’re leavin’ tomorrow.”

Reaching for the biggest stone, he turns and sets it just at the edge of the lapping water. He then balances the next one on top, slightly smaller than the one underneath it. 

“I’m not sure when we’ll be back, if we’ll ever be. But I’m gonna mark a spot for you just in case. My favorite spot.”

He adjusts a third stone on top of the others, his hand lingering to make sure it stays put. 

“I never got to –” he starts, steadying himself. “I never had a spot for you. Just kept you in my head, and in my heart.” He holds the fourth stone in his hand, looking at it. “I always wanted a place to visit you. A place to come to when I missed you, a place to talk to you.” 

He sniffles, using his knuckle to wipe at a tear that slips free and then places the stone on top of the others.

“Now I know that you’re always listenin’.”

The water washes over the base of the stones, the ripples sparkling in the moonlight and he finishes the cairn in silence, listening to the sounds around him. When he’s done, he looks up, and stares at the expanse of stars above him. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers. His voice wavers, and he swallows hard. “For everything. I know you know this, but I’ll – I’m always thinkin’ about you. I’ll always be here when you need me, okay? I will never stop bein’ your dad.”

A few more tears roll down his face, and he lets them go. The corner of his mouth eventually lifting, he clears his throat. 

“Maybe you could watch over your sister for me, make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble on this trip? Sometimes she gets this smile on her face and it’s just like the one you used to get.” A low chuckle slips free, and he hangs his head with a shake. “It's like I know she’s about to do somethin’ that she ain’t supposed to do, and all…'' 

The rueful smile on his face softens, his voice lowering with a rasp. 

“All I see is you.”

More tears come, silent paths gliding down his face and he sits alone with his thoughts then, on the edge of the river. 

That night comes back to him: the sheer terror he felt, the despair, the helplessness. The rage that filled him when he woke to find out that her body had been left behind, twisted and broken and all alone in the dirt somewhere. Like no one even cared to bury her, even if he knew that wasn’t the case. 

The blur of black days that followed her death, when he longed to join her. 

The weight of the gun in his grip, the thud it made when he whipped it at the wall with a scream when he missed. 

All the years after, trying to lock the memory of her away. The shadow of a person he became, all the things he did without an ounce of regret. 

A man with nothing to lose, because he’d already lost it all. 

When his tears dry, he looks up at the sky again and finally, he remembers a different memory. 

A warm night sky just like this one, the slippery cushion of a sleeping bag under his back and a petite, squirmy body stretched out next to him. 

“What’s that one, dad?” A swirl of stars above them, her small finger points at the brightest one. 

She sits up, the silhouette of her unruly curls calling to him and he brushes his hand through the soft texture of it, making up a name.

“Dad! Stop it,” she laughs. “For real. What is it?”

He makes up another one, and the girlish peal of her laugh echoes in the dark; the kitchen light from the house glowing behind them. 

Still feeling her curls against his palm, he takes the cross in his hand, and pushes the bottom of it into the dirt. Standing with a soft grunt, he brushes the sand from his knees and looks at it for a moment. 

A tiny thing, shadowed by the protection of a tree. 

Protected and safe, finally. 

“I love you, baby girl.”

With one last look at the cross, he makes his way slowly back up to the cabin. 

–

With June secured to your front, you walk around the inside of the cabin one last time. 

Domestic warmth infused in every room, items you have to leave behind paint a picture of the people that lived here: the westerns he read in his early days of avoiding his want for you stacked next to his side of the bed. The flowered quilt that you tucked yourself under on rainy days spread over the mattress. The bathroom, with its neatly folded yet mismatched hand towels draped over the bar next to the sink. 

The living room, with the dust that once coated everything gone, and the kitchen, with a neat row of washed pots lined up next to the dish rack that holds a mug used this morning. 

The clean windows that would let in the bright sun, save for the tarp along the back that has been secured in place.

Even the strangers that line the hallway live in cleaned frames, and walking past them, you wander into June’s bedroom to take one last look at her cradle. Impossible to bring with you, it hurts the most to leave behind. You’re still looking at it when Joel comes in from outside, calling your name.

“In here,” you call back, and he comes to stand behind you, curling his hands around your hips. You lean back into him, and he rests his chin on the top of your head, reading your mind. 

“I’ll make her a new one, honey. I promise.”

You turn and give him a watery smile, and he presses his lips to your forehead. 

“A big girl bed this time, I think,” he coos down at June, and she reaches for him, fussing when he doesn’t pick her up. 

Cradling her squirming body, you follow Joel outside. 

Next to the porch, the horse shifts under the weight of the saddle bags, stomping her feet and you watch as Joel soothes her, sliding his hand down over her coat. Ropes securing everything, she is weighted with your belongings and with the plan  to walk beside her as much as possible, you start to untie her reins while he closes the front door. 

The original tarp that covered it is dragged back into place, and when everything is as it was on that first day you found it, he gives it one last look.  

Coming to join you with his rifle slung over his shoulder, he takes the reins. 

“You ready?”

At the sound of his voice, June looks at him and smiles, a tiny dimple piercing her chubby cheek. He returns it, reaching out to grasp her foot with a wiggle. 

“Are you?” you ask. Your brow knit with gentle concern, you nudge your chin towards the water. 

“Your spot is beautiful, by the way,” you say softly. “June and I said goodbye this morning. It’s perfect for her.”

He says nothing, gratitude spilling from the depths of his eyes. Looking at you for a long time, he then leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs. 

“I guess time heals all wounds,” you muse, thinking of the man you came here with and he pulls back.

Looking down at you both, his expression turns into a sort of solemn earnestness.

“It wasn’t time that did it.”

Your fingers locked in June’s fist, she pulls them into her mouth for a nibble and his hand reaches up to stroke the curve of her cheek, and then your own before leaning in for a kiss.

Walking away from the cabin, you look back when you reach the far edge of the original path that brought you here: the only visible indication of the structure a slice of muted, dingy blue in a sea of lush green. Leaves crunch underfoot as you walk beside him, the slope of his broad shoulders a map that you’ve always followed without question. With another couple steps, the cabin disappears from view.

Looking forward, you lace your fingers with his and walk.

[storydays]

Clay X Wife! Reader

"We call them meat circles." Clay greeted his brothers dramatically. Their brothers and Poppy greeted him in varying ways before he continued to pinch and baby-talk Branch, ignoring his pleas to call him "Big Branch" or just "Branch."

A voice called out, "Clay, darling, if you want to talk to an actual baby...yours are right here." The group turned to see a light-pink-haired Troll, wearing a dress with a similar design to Clay, walking over with 2 peach color haired Tollings, one sleeping who had mini wrist bands and a diaper and one awake, a yellow pacifier in her mouth, with a couple of flowers placed in her hair and a diaper.

"Melody! Hey, sweetheart, you're finally awake!" Turning to the woman as he took the baby, his eyes softened even more, "Hey (Y/N), how was your nap? You feeling better, baby?"

(Y/N) smiled, adjusting her son slightly. "Yeah, I feel like that fog in my brain is lifted, like I can think clearer. But enough about me, who are the new Trolls?"

"Oh, yeah! Everyone, this is my wonderful wife, (Y/N), and mother of our twins, Melody and Lallo! Baby, these are my brothers, John Dory, Spruce, who goes by Bruce now, and Bit-I mean Branch. That's Poppy, Branch's girlfriend---and wait a second, where's Floyd?" Clay asked, looking for his slightly younger brother.

After explaining why they were there, Bruce spoke up. "Wait, I just realized, you're a dad, too Clay!" He laughed excitedly. Clay grinned from where they were tickling Melody. "Yeah, man! These two are only a few weeks old, but they are amazing! I wouldn't change anything for them."

Melody then started to pull on her father's wild green locks. "Ow! Mel-Mel! Let go! (Y/N), get your demon child!" "Mm-no." snorted (Y/N), as she then gave Clay their son who'd woken up wanting to play with his sister and father. "You traitor!" cried Clay, fighting his grin yelping again when one of the twins grabbed his hair and pulled hard.

Viva and (Y/N) giggled, before finally giving mercy to the CPA. They each took a twin and turned to the group to give Clay a chance to compose themself.

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(Y/N) knew it would bother Clay if he didn't try to help his brothers, but she didn't want them in danger.

Clay gave the sleeping twins a kiss on the head before pressing his forehead against hers, cupping her cheek, and wiping away a few tears. "Promise you'll be safe and come home, okay? These babies are too young to be without their dad. And I don't want to be a widow."

Laughing softly, Clay whispered, "I promise," before pressing a kiss to her lips, and let her rush off to stall Viva.

Bruce pat his brother's shoulder and led them to Rhonda. "Don't worry, buddy. We'll get you back to your wife and kids."

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After freeing Clay and the others freed Floyd, they came to rest at Putt Putt village and picking up (Y/N) and the twins.

Everyone getting along so well, and Bruce offering advice for those first time parent jitters, he could see written all over both of the younger couple's face.

(Y/N) being the most supportive wife,and getting along splendidly with Bruce's wife, Brandi.

The two having a bi monthly moms date, having a monthly girls' night, with Poppy, Viva, Bridget.

Every month, (Y/N) takes her daughter Melody and Brandi brings her daughters for a mommy daughter cousins sisters in law date.

(Y/N) being the Putt-Putt troll preschool teacher, having her kids in class when they're old enough.

Melody and Lallo are both names after music(Melody being the melody of a song, and Lallo means lullaby in Spanish.)

I headcanon that the Putt Putt trolls' two main languages are English and Spanish.

Let me know what you guys think!

@vacayisland

[woso-dreamzzz]

Big Adventures

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You and your Momma finally join your Morsa in England

It wasn't a long flight from Germany to England but you're still exhausted.

You toddle along next to your Momma, hand firmly in hers as she walks you along to baggage claim before hoisting you up onto her suitcase and rolling you the rest of the way.

You hum, eyes darting around like a baby meerkat, head cocked to the side like an owl.

"Hold on tight," Pernille warns you when she notices you leaning back to watch one of the airport dogs sniff at some man's luggage," We don't want you to fall."

You're only half listening to her. She's been trying to speak more English around you, to make this big move a little easier. In Germany, she spoke exclusively Danish to you at home and on the training ground it was almost always German.

"Hmm," You say back, still not totally listening as she tugs the suitcase along.

"Princesse," Pernille says," Are you listening?"

"No."

It's your favourite word - one of the only you know in English.

Pernille is already tired of hearing it.

She sighs, rolling her eyes before her face lights up in a smile when she sees your Morsa waiting outside.

You notice her too and awkwardly clamber down from your perch. You're a bit unsteady on your legs when you run to her but Magda closes the gap and hoists you up onto her hip, raining soft kisses to the top of your head.

You haven't seen your Morsa in person for a while - almost always over the tiny little screen of your Momma's phone. She flies out sometimes, to Germany, to see you and Momma but nothing beats being cuddled up in her arms and breathing in her soft, comforting smell.

Your eyelids drop.

"We should get going." Morsa is also speaking English. You're not really sure that you like it. "She can't seem to keep her eyes open."

●～●～●～●～

Your new house is bigger than the old two-bedroom apartment you shared with Momma.

This one is much bigger.

It even has stairs!

You laugh in pure delight as Morsa chases you up them. She grabs you under your arms and swings you around before dumping you on the sofa next to Momma - who jolts slightly in her droopy, half-nap state.

She tucks you into her side much to your annoyance and Magda throws a blanket over the both of you.

"No!" You repeat your favourite English word even as the exhaustion of today's big adventure catches up to you.

"Yes," Magda replies as Pernille holds you a bit closer, a hand reaching up to smooth out the little crinkle in your brow. "It's nap time."

"No," You slur after a big yawn," No nap." You know that word too. Momma likes to use it to make you have a big girl sleep in the middle of her gym time back in Germany. You dislike it almost as much as Momma dislikes hearing you say no.

"Yes, nap," Magda says.

Pernille is already out like a light next to you - exhausted from the early morning flight and in anticipation of practice later today - but you are stubborn in your want to stay up.

You haven't seen your Morsa in so long and now she wants you to sleep.

"It's nap time for little girls."

Your crinkle deepens and Morsa chuckles.

"Am big girl."

You want to protest more but Momma feels warm at your back and this house smells like Morsa and you'd woken up earlier than needed in your excitement.

●～●～●～●～

This new jersey looks different to your Momma's Wolfsburg one - the one that you wear to all of her games and sometimes to bed.

It's blue instead of green.

(You impressed Morsa by telling as such in English).

It's got Morsa's name on it too - not Momma's like usual.

You had frowned when you woke up from your nap and found Morsa sitting in front of you on the floor with the jersey in her lap. She had plucked you from Momma's grip (who had rolled over on the sofa and murmured about five more minutes) and gotten you changed into it.

She had taken pictures too.

She's strange like that.

Momma never takes pictures of you in her one so it's strange that Morsa is.

You thumb the emblem on your chest as Momma and Morsa walk from the car to the training centre.

"It's Chelsea," Magda says to you with a smile.

"Chelsea," You repeat.

"That's right," Magda says," It's Morsa's Chelsea jersey."

"Not-Not Wolfsburg," You reply, trying to wrap your mind around it.

"Not Wolfsburg," Magda nods," Morsa and Momma play for Chelsea. This one's Morsa's jersey."

You nod, satisfied, before looking around as Morsa walks you to the locker room while Momma peels off to go talk to some people with happy smiles and cameras.

There's people in the locker room and they look up when Morsa enters.

They all look at you.

You feel a bit shy - more than a bit actually but you don't say that - and tuck yourself more firmly into Morsa, head hiding in her neck.

She says her greetings and places you in her cubby, hiding you from her teammates as she strips her shirt off and pulls on a different one. She smiles down at you and clicks her tongue, wiping away a chocolate smudge from your snack in the car.

A head pokes itself around Morsa's body.

You smile when Jonna grins at you.

You know her fairly well. She plays with Morsa for Sweden and she sneaks you sweets at camp when Morsa isn't looking.

"Hey."

You frown. She's speaking English to you. You don't like English.

"It's nice to see that the youngest member of the squad has finally joined us."

"Hi," You parrot back, not fully understanding all her words but she's smiling so it can't be bad.

"That's a pretty looking jersey," Jonna continues," Is it your Morsan's?"

You nod. "Uh-huh." You stand up in Morsa's cubby and turn around - showing off the Eriksson emblazoned on your back.

"It's a good look." Jonna looks at Magda knowingly, a teasing smile on her face. "Would probably be better if it was a Sweden jersey."

Magda laughs. "I have a hard time getting Pernille to acknowledge that I'm Swedish. Let alone letting our daughter wear the national jersey."

Jonna shrugs, slipping a packet of Haribo's into your hand. "Why? It's the jersey she'll wear when she goes professional."

It's bad timing on her part as Pernille comes in - free from media duty. "Don't joke about that," Pernille says as she joins you all," Princesse will be representing Denmark." She runs a hand over your hair and plucks the sweets from your hand. "Don't let them corrupt you."

You frown again. "Don't-Don't know that word."

The three of them laugh as Momma pulls on a similar shirt to Morsa and hoists you onto her hip. "Don't worry about it, Princesse. You have plenty of time to learn."

[vampiretendencies]

jj accidentally scaring your bub. like one day it’s because he was laughing so loud and it startled them, and another it’s because you guys were fighting and he forgot for a second he isn’t 16 and slammed something out of anger

not proofread

you hadn’t know there was such thing as a contagious laugh until jj belts one out. it’s a partial tune, and if it’s really funny he’ll repeat what happened time and time again. because even if you weren’t laughing before you’d for sure be laughing then.

your head is on the left of his chest and the sweet baby’s head is on the right of his chest, leaving both of you to face each other— only she’s mid nap. her booties writhing as she adjusted in her pure white daisy onesie. curls and twisting angelic like in her sleep, her safe space was against her father, resting there made always made her eyes close in an instant. his radiating body warmth and considerably large muscular figure tied it in togetherness, encapsulating either of his girls in a whirlwind they wouldn’t mind being caught in for hours.

but that’s all interrupted when a particular man falls over past the cement during the current movie displayed— leaving jj to enter a ruckus of laughter. the chuckle is so breathy that it reverberates, sending vibrations grim his bare chest to your cheek. a smile grin creeping it’s way in at his elation, only to turn into a meager frown upon the baby jumping awake from her slumber.

and the entirety of his laughs come to a halt because her rest is a necessity in this house hold. for multiple reasons but the main two were; to stop grouchiness and because jj had to get his one on one time with momma somehow. then the cries ensue, startling her enough for her eyes to burst open with no remnants of sleep in them.

“daddy laughed too loud? m’so sorry sweet girl.”

her whimpers carry, jj pats her back as gently as possible with his large hands. he didn’t know he could have his ever-changing loves fill the void he’d been sauntering hopelessly, now that he has it he does all that he can to keep it in line. being the father he never had was apart of that; so he falls apart on the inside knowing he was the reason for her tears.

“didn’t mean to scare her baby, shit she’s so upset.”

“j it’s alright her eyes are already closing.”

that they were, as they lessened it admittedly felt like a win to jj in even being her dad.

another scare is trapped in the small child’s throat when she grows a few months older. she wants to scream at the top of her lungs because she knows by the raised voices in the kitchen that this isn’t the usually wholehearted moment. she’s sat atop the granite island, in a play seat to earn her entertainment. but how she can play with her toys in a room with this much intense nature.

“all i asked you to do was pay the bill jj how do you fucking forget that! now we have a late fee!”

“then maybe you should’ve gotten off of your ass and did it.”

he speaks beneath his breath. he despised the way he’s acting right now— all clenched jaw and grinding teeth. confrontation makes his skin crawl as it’s all he’s ever known and he can’t stand for it to be wrapped up the life he’s made for himself. he’s blinded by rage and he can’t handle all of this unneeded pressure.

“what?! i do everything, the one thing i ask you to do and you make it impossible!”

“then how about this, you handle your shit and i’ll handle mine alright!”

“what’s that supposed to mean jj?!”

“take it how you want! i don’t need this shit okay?!”

there’s a spatula firm in his grip, he was picking up dishes. fearing that you’d nag him about that as well, and he practically squashed the spatula by slamming it down onto the counter with apparent fury. the room grown ultimately silent, and he silently curses himself. acting on impulse was not the way he’d planned spending his first few months as a father. fucking up once again, the room filling with endless screams.

the realization that both of you were fighting over something that could be easily solved and that you both share a living breathing child came into thought. its lively and it’s practically ringing in your ears. your pout stains his mind, and her yelps for the yelling to stop give way to the fact that he just lost it like how he use to.

“you’re not 16 anymore j, and we really shouldn’t be arguing in front of her.”

“i know baby, i promise i’ll work on it.”

the nape of your neck collided with his ring clad hand, encouraging it further to meet his lips, as he placed a kiss directly to the center of your forehead. it’s a strong kiss, and the shape of his lips are basically imprinted on your skin.

[ashblooddragons]

The Red Queen 1\?

107 ac Kingslanding

Aemma’s pov

I sit in a rocking chair as I watch you stack blocks only to knock them over, and like always you turn to me for approval and when I clap you smile big showing your first tooth. I sigh once you gets back to playing, the lady Alicent has been coming to play with you since you were six moons stating she noticed Rhaenyra doesn’t play with you, but I know she was sent by her father to get in me and Viserys good graces. 

Today you’ve been quite pouty and upset, and I know exactly why. Daemon has been sent to the Vale to be with his wife for at least half moons turn. Viserys was lucky he got Daemon to agree to that much, as Daemon hardly leaves you as it is. It shocks the court how protective he is of you, he doesnt let anyone hold you in his presence besides me, Viserys, or himself. Because of this over protectiveness you’ve grown quite attached to him and his blasted dragon he demands you ride with him on. If the court thinks Daemon is over protective they havent watched that wyrm growl at me, your own mother, because I picked you up. Thankfully Daemon doesn't believe you should sit on the saddle yet, so he straps you to his chest via cloth wraps commeners use. I must admit my heart about jumps out of my chest everytime you fly with him, but when you come back down, and you have that smile on your face it all seems worth it.

As I’m musing someone knocks at the nursery door. “Alicent would you be a dear and see who that might be?” I ask as I stroke my stomach. Me and Viserys found out two moons ago that I’m with child…again. One of us was over joyed, the other wanted a long nap after finishing raspberry and ginger tea for my nausea and sore ankles. 

Alicent nods and gets up off the floor and goes to the door. “It's Princess Rhaenys and her daughter Laena, Your Grace.” she says looking at me to see if she should let them in. “yes please, and would you leave us darling? I need to have a talk with the princess.” I say to which Alicent nods and moves towards you to pick you up, but i stop her with a shake of my head.

Once Alicent has left and Rhaenys, and Laena are in the room I sigh. “The girl always with you?” Rhaenys asks in that cold tone she always has. 

“Yes, but I must admit she is quite helpful.” I respond through another sigh. This one is quite a mover cause I never can quite seem to chase the nausea away. “So I’m assuming you got my raven?” I ask once she sets Laena down on the ground next to you.

“Yes, I did.” Is the only answer I get, so I nod and watch as our daughters play together. We’ve sat in silence for quite a while, the only source of noise coming from you and Laena as you play and babble. This is why I about jump out of my skin when Rhaenys starts to talk again. “Has Rhaenyra truly not come around to her baby sister?” she asks with a amused smirk.

“No, nothing we do has helped as of yet. We’ve tries stories, games, walks, picnics, even going to the Dragon pit so Rhaenyra can show her Syrax, but that only ended in her throwing a tantrum and getting on Syrax, only coming down once we’ve left.” I say disappointedly, and I must sound truly pathetic, cause Rhaenys reaches over and holds my hand.

She hums in understanding and sympathy. Rhaenys has always been a woman of few words, never seeing the point in hiding ones true thoughts in words, preferring to speak plainly or not at all. I quite enjoy this as you always know what she’s saying is the truth, it’s the main reason she’s my favorite out of my cousins. 

“Well, I cannot say Laena will be here all the time, but I suppose the children and I would like to be closer to Corlys.” She says smiling as you and Laena chase each other, her running away laughing and you crawling after her giggling. “Besides a child needs a friend close in age to them.” she says as we both watch chuckling at you two. 

“I feel a life long friendship in their future, don’t you agree?” she says looking at me. All I can do is nod and smile. My little girl will have a friend for life in the little Velaryon.

109 ac Dragonstone

Your pov 

Me and Laena run out of the feast together, it’s my sisters nameday party and she demanded it be held at this place…Dragonpot? My sister doesn’t seem to like me very much, so me and Laena decided to look for dragons. We heard this place has LOTS of them, I mean it’s called Dragonpot for a reason, right?

“Laena it’s raining! Are you sure this is a good idea? I ask as she drags me out of the castle and into the rain. “Oh it’ll be fine! Stop being a worry wart! You want a dragon or not? This is our chance, might be the only we get!” Laena says back, to which I nod and follow after her towards the beach. The wind is so harsh we’re holding onto each other to stay standing, and our hair is perpetually in our faces. Because of these things we don’t notice the two dragons in front of us, well not until we hear the growls. We both push our hair back and look up at the two dragons, one white as snow and the other a slate grey. The white one is eating a pile of fish, while the other has two dead horses in front of it. 

“Um, maybe I was wrong, I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.” Laena says as we stand frozen in front of the dragons. “What are you on about, they won’t hurt us!” I say matter of factly. Caraxes never hurts me, in fact he doesn’t seem to like people around me not even my Kepus. “Watch Laena, you just walk up and pet them and then they make happy clicky sounds.” I say confidently as I walk forward smiling as I reach out to pet the white one. Laena keeps calling my name and the wind must be bad cause I hear other people calling for us too, but that can’t be true cause they’re all inside for my sisters nameday.

The white one growls abit but once i touch it, the growling stops and almost seems shocked. “Whoa that’s it? I’m gonna try.” Laena says as she runs over to the other dragon. Laena reaches out to touch the other one but it snaps at her, she frowns and yells at it. “Stop being a meanie! I will pet you!” which seems to surprise the dragon enough for her to touch it an start petting.

By this point there is no denying people are calling for us. I turn around and see mine and Laenas Mamas, Papas, Laena’s brother, my sister, Ali, and my Kepus. The Only ones who seem to be moving closer though is Laenas Mama and my Kepus. “Kepus I got a dragon!” I yell to him which catches Laenas attention and she yells to her Mama. “look Mommy, I got one too!” 

“Yes, yes we see now get over here right now!” Kepus yells at us which shocks me cause he’s never yelled at me, not once. We look at our dragons sadly before running over to them. “Dont ever scare me like that again! Do you understand!” Kepus yells and I nod trying not to cry.

Once we get in and they have us in our nightdresses and covered in furs our parents and my Kepus sit us by the fire and stare down at us. “What in the seven hells were you two thinking? Running out in a storm like this to hunt down dragons!” Laenas Papa yells as we hang our heads as we cry from their disappointment.

“You guys said this place has lots of dragons, we just wanted ones of our own. So I can be like Mama and she can be like her Kepus.” Laena sobs out and I nod my head in agreement. “Yes well did you two need to be stormchasers as well? Those damned dragons seem to agree with you on this being wonderful weather to be outside!” Laenas Papa keeps going. We hear a silent ‘my love.’ and he just sighs and sits in a chair hanging his head in his hands.    

“We understand you wanted dragons darling, but you scared us greatly running off like that in a storm. Let alone what those dragons are. Laena you claimed Mongrel and you claimed-” But I cut off Laenas Mama. “I claimed Stormchaser.” I say confidently as my Kepus bends down to wipe my tears away. 

“Is that what we’re calling him?” Kepus asks, to which I make a face. “It’s not a boy Kepus, it’s girl!” I say resolutely, which seems to have amused him as he chuckles and ruffles my hair. “How silly of me, sweetling. Of course it’s a girl.” 

That was the day Laena and I became dragon riders, and our friendship solidified.

Special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header!

[storiesofmyhead]

His Little Family

Alastor had kept his family a secret for so long in order to keep them safe.

Cooing at her child as it rests in her arms, its small head resting against her chest. The small antlers poked out of the top of its head though too small that her quickly growing amount of red hair could almost completely cover them.

"Oh, my sweet child. Daddy will be home soon I promise." She says, nuzzling her body back into her shared bed. Her 9-month-old child babbling to herself.

"Dada, wan' dada." Her little lips quiver, a sign that she was going to start crying.

"I know baby, I want dada too. But he will be home very soon. I promise you." She says calmy to her small child, her arms rocking her back and forth.

"Honey!" She hears Alastor's staticky voice call from the living room.

"You hear that sweetie. Dada is home." She smiles at her daughter.

Blair giggles repeating 'dada' over and over again making grabby hands at the door.

"In here my love." Scarlett calls out, continuing to rock Blair gently. The door creaked open, and Alastor's tall figure filled the doorway. His red eyes softened at the sight of his wife and daughter.

"There's my two favorite girls." Alastor said, his voice a mix of excitement and static, as he crossed the room in quick strides. Blair's giggles intensified, her little hands reaching out eagerly.

"Welcome home, darling." Scarlett smiled, lifting Blair slightly so Alastor could take her into his arms.

Alastor leaned down to kiss Scarlett softly before turning his attention to Blair. "How's my little princess?" He cooed, cradling her gently. Blair's tiny hands reached for his face, her giggles filling the room.

"She missed you so much," Scarlett said, her eyes warm as she watched the two of them. "We both did."

Alastor looked back at Scarlett, his expression filled with love and gratitude. "I missed you both too. It's good to be home." He sat on the edge of the bed, holding Blair close while she babbled happily in his arms.

Scarlett rested her head on Alastor's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "How was your day?"

"Busy, as always," Alastor replied, his tone light. "But knowing I get to come home to you two makes it all worth it." He kissed the top of Blair's head, then leaned over to kiss Scarlett once more.

Blair, nestled between her parents, looked up at them with wide, curious eyes. Her small hands reached out, touching Alastor's face and then Scarlett's, as if making sure they were both really there.

"She has your eyes," Alastor murmured, smiling at Scarlett. "And your stubbornness," she added with a chuckle, thinking about how Blair refused to take a nap without her dada.

"She's perfect," Scarlett whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Alastor nodded, his expression softening further as he gazed at his family. "Yes, she is. And so are you." He kissed Scarlett again, a tender, lingering kiss that conveyed all the love and appreciation he felt.

After spending a peaceful evening with Scarlett and Blair, Alastor decided it was time to return to his duties at the Hotel. He kissed his wife and daughter goodbye, promising to be back soon, before stepping through a shadow portal that led him directly to the hotel's lobby.

As he materialized in the lobby, Alastor was greeted by the usual bustling activity of the residents and staff. Mimzy, who had a habit of eavesdropping and gossiping, immediately approached him.

"Alastor, darling!" Mimzy chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? Yes Mimzy?"

Mimzy leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "How is your wife and child. I've been dying to know."

Before Alastor could respond, Charlie entered the lobby, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. "Alastor, is it true? Do you really have a family? You have to introduce us!"

Alastor's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with annoyance and slight amusement. "Well, it seems the cat is out of the bag. Very well, Charlie. I'll bring them here tomorrow. But I expect everyone to be on their best behavior." Annoyed that Mimzy had let his secret slip he knew that he now had to allow everyone to meet his sacred family.

Alastor returned home to retrieve Scarlett and Blair. Scarlett was nervous but excited about meeting Alastor's friends and colleagues. Blair, sensing her mother's emotions, clung to her, wide-eyed and curious.

"Ready, my love?" Alastor asked, taking Scarlett's hand and looking down at Blair with a soft smile.

Scarlett nodded, her hand tightening around his. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Alastor opened a shadow portal, and the family stepped through, emerging in the lobby of the Hotel. The bustling activity ceased immediately as all eyes turned to the newcomers.

Charlie, standing near the reception desk, gasped. "Oh my gosh, they're beautiful!"

The residents and staff gathered around, murmuring in astonishment. Scarlett, with her delicate doe-like features and soft brown eyes, and Blair, with her small antlers poking out of her head and a growing amount of red hair, were a sight to behold.

"This is my wife, Scarlett, and our daughter, Blair," Alastor announced proudly, his arm around Scarlett's waist. "Scarlett, Blair, this is Charlie, the owner of the hotel, and the rest of the lovely sinner residents."

Charlie stepped forward, her eyes shining with excitement. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! We're so glad to meet you both."

Scarlett smiled warmly, though she still held Blair close. "Thank you, Charlie. It's nice to meet you all."

The residents took turns introducing themselves, each one expressing their amazement and curiosity about Alastor's family. Vaggie, standing next to Charlie, gave Scarlett a respectful nod, while Angel Dust couldn't help but comment on how cute Blair was.

"She's adorable, Al. Never thought I'd see the day you'd have a kid," Angel Dust teased, winking at Blair, who giggled in response.

Alastor chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Life is full of surprises. Now, everyone, let's make them feel at home, or there will be consequences."

As the day went on, Scarlett and Blair began to relax, enjoying the warm welcome from the hotel's residents. Charlie spent most of the time talking with Scarlett, fascinated by her story and eager to make her feel comfortable.

By evening, Blair had charmed everyone, her laughter and innocence bringing a rare sense of joy to the often-chaotic hotel. Alastor watched with a contented smile, his heart full as he saw his family accepted and embraced by the people he considered friends.

As the night drew to a close, Alastor took Scarlett and Blair to a room Charlie had prepared for Alastor whenever he would stay the night. "Thank you, Alastor," Scarlett whispered, leaning into him. "Today was wonderful."

"It was, indeed," Alastor replied softly, kissing her forehead. "Welcome to our new home, my dear."

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Overdue

YN and Tommy have been married for 2 years and are currently expecting their first child together. The baby is overdue causing YN to be uncomfortable, cranky and in pain. She wants baby out! Thankfully Tommy is being amazing, trying to help YN feel more comfortable.

YN waddles out of the bathroom and sits down next her her husband with a huff

"I want you out" she says poking her stomach to which the baby kicks her back in response

"Everything ok?"

"That's the 3rd time I've had to go for a wee in the last hour. I just want our baby to be here"

"I know. Me to. Francis suggested pineapples, you want me to cut one?"

"Yes please" tommy places a kiss on his wife's head before getting up and walking into the kitchen. He chops up a whole pineapple up putting it in a bowl and bringing it over to YN who hasn't moved at all from the sofa

"Here you go"

"Thanks" YN takes the bowl from his hands and plops a cube in her mouth moaning at the taste. Tommy chuckles at the interaction "what?"

"Nothing" Tommy shakes his head smiling "baby will come soon"

"I hope so. My ankles hurt, my back hurts, in fact everything hurts"

"Come here" Tommy pulls YNs legs on to his lap and starts massaging her ankles. YN sighs with relief.

The following day Tommy takes YN on a small walk

"You know, I heard that sex helps to induce labour"

"I am not having sex Tommy" YN says blankly

"Why not?"

"I'm 42 weeks pregnant, I'm as huge as a whale right now and in a load of pain all the time. So no"

"Ok fine. What about caster oil? I heard that helps or something spicy"

"Ok we can try a curry, but at this point I swear this child wants to stay in here. Definitely your child, stubborn"

YN and Tommy make their way back home slowly since YN can't walk very fast.

Tommy helps YN on the sofa, getting her comfortable before heading to the kitchen to grab more pineapple for his wife. While Tommy is in the kitchen YN starts to feel some small pains in her stomach, kinda like cramping. Tommy walks back to his wife with a bowl. She groans rubbing her stomach a little

"Are you ok?" he asks

"Yeah just got some cramping, guess it's my body getting ready"

"Maybe the pineapple and walking is working"

"That or my body is forcing this little one to leave" YN chuckles

"Eat the rest of your pineapple and then take a nap"

Over the next day YNs pains get worse and worse until her waters finally break and her labour progresses. Tommy stays by her side the whole time she is in labour and even for the birth of his little girl who they name Alice.

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you and Bradley babysit Cat's son for the evening, you get a preview of what life could be like. You have to watch as your husband has the time of his life, and the ache inside you feels like it will never go away. Bradley starts to wonder why Jake is being singled out at work as he counts down the days to his deployment. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

"We need to come back here," you said as Bradley opened the passenger door of the Bronco for you and buckled you in. "Promise me, Roo. I loved it here too much. Promise we can come back."

Le Chateau California with all its quirky colors and weirdness was so much fun that you didn't even want to leave at noon the next day to go home. But Bob had stayed with Tramp for the night, and you needed to get back in time to babysit Jeremiah for Cat.

"We can come back, Baby Girl." Bradley looked exhausted, and you definitely felt exhausted in your glasses and yoga pants. You and he had gone at it half the night after the dream come true that was the hot sauce vending machine. Your husband was top tier, always finding something silly you'd like and indulging you.

You listened to his Motown playlist as he drove back toward San Diego, looking out the window at the ocean. When you reached across the seat, his hand was there, his fingers warm and ready. "I love you, Roo," you whispered, leaning against the window and dozing off.

When Bradley wrapped his arms around you and carried you inside, you were only semi awake. You registered that he put you in bed and kissed your forehead, and then you napped for another hour or so. You woke up still drowsy but feeling delicious, wondering if you had time to take a bath before Jeremiah got dropped off.

When you went into your bathroom because your bladder was about to burst, tears filled your eyes as soon as you sat down on the toilet. Blood. Your period had started. You knew it was going to. You had the cramps and the moodiness leading up to the weekend to prove it, but until you saw it for yourself, that same delusional feeling of hope had been residing in the back of your mind.

You cried on the toilet for a few minutes. You swore you were going to be done with the tears soon, and grab a tampon and move on with your day. But you were still crying hot, hateful tears when Bradley walked in looking for you.

He must have known what was wrong right away, because he came to kneel in front of you without uttering a word. Then he held both of your hands in his while you ugly cried on his shoulder.

"It's me and you," he whispered. "We're a team, and I love you. We got time."

But you could hear the undertone of sadness in his deep voice. You took a deep breath and said, "I fucking hate the way this feels. It hurts so much."

"I know," he promised. And once again, you felt like you were letting both of you down. "And I hate that you're in tears right now. Do you want me to get your phone and call Cat? Tell her we can't watch her kid?"

You shook your head. You didn't want to cancel now. Cat and Cam could go on their stupid date. They'd probably fall in love and have a million more kids that you'd keep agreeing to watch for them when they went out on more dates. "No, it's fine."

But when Cat arrived a few hours later looking like a smokeshow while you were still in your yoga pants and glasses, you felt even more ridiculous. You opened your front door for them, freezing in place at the sight of the sweet child in her arms. He turned to look at you with a little grin that told you he was probably a bit of a trouble maker. He had the same dark eyes as Cat, and when you greeted him by name, he giggled.

"He likes you," Cat said, stepping inside, and then Bradley was walking out of the kitchen. His face absolutely lit up when he saw Jeremiah, and you had to swallow against more tears. Pleading with yourself would only get you so far when your husband reached out to take Jeremiah into his arms, only to be greeted by little hands reaching up to his mustache.

"Hey, little guy," Bradley laughed, letting Jeremiah touch his face and hair. "We're about to have so much fun. You wanna hear a story about a Super Hornet?"

"Wow," Cat said, handing you a bag while she watched Bradley walk into the living room with Jeremiah in his arms. "The two of you should have kids. Your husband looks like a dad already."

The words felt like a physical punch to your gut, so much so that you staggered back a step. You knew she didn't mean to hurt you, but she had, and now the tears were right there as you desperately tried to blink them away. "Your ex husband wasn't like that?" you asked softly.

Cat looked at you with soft eyes now, and her lips parted a few seconds before she spoke. "He never met Jeremiah," she whispered. You wanted to know more, your curiosity getting the better of you in spite of yourself. But then Cat asked, "Are you okay?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yep, just perfect. You should go before you're late." You peeked into the bag to find some toys and a few snacks while you listened to her directions. But you could hear Bradley laughing while Jeremiah giggled, and you were distracted.

When you opened the door for Cat to leave, your eyes settled on an older SUV parked behind your car. It was so familiar looking with the scratch on the hood and the bent antenna. As she climbed in, you were sure you'd seen it on base before, but you knew she didn't own a car. Maybe it belonged to her uncle? You watched her pull away, certain you had parked next to that SUV at work on Friday.

"Hey, Roo," you called out, walking into the living room. "Do you know anyone at work who drives an older, green Chevy SUV?"

But he wasn't listening. He was laying on his stomach while Jeremiah lined up blocks on his back and giggled. "Look how cute this is," he crooned. "I get to be Godzilla and destroy the city after he builds it." Bradley did indeed growl and crawl around the room with Tramp, knocking the blocks onto the floor while Jeremiah clapped.

Then they did it all over again. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen. A few minutes later, you crashed the party with a sippy cup and a pouch of applesauce, and Jeremiah sat in your lap. He looked up at you as you helped him squeeze the pouch. Tramp kept trying to lick his hands, hoping for a little treat himself.

"He's so sweet," Bradley said softly.

"Yeah," you agreed, enjoying the feel of his warm little body settled back against you while he ate. When he smiled with his few teeth, you smiled back. And when he got applesauce on your area rug, it didn't really matter, because Bradley got a paper towel right away. Even changing his diaper wasn't bad. And then Bradley changed it later, and he did a great job of it. You got Jeremiah into his tiny pajamas with soccer balls all over them, and he just looked so adorable.

When it started to get late, you pulled some books out of the bag, and Jeremiah walked over to where Bradley was sitting on the couch. "You might as well settle in, little guy," Bradley told him. "Her voice is so sweet, she's going to put you right to sleep."

The child curled up against Bradley's chest and looked at you as you started to read a book about rhyming animals. He made it halfway through a second book about eating healthy foods when his eyes started to close. "I tried to warn you," Bradley whispered, wrapping one big arm around Jeremiah's small body as you closed the book. "Her voice is lethal when she uses it like that." He looked at you for a beat and added, "It's lethal when she whines my name, too. But that's a different kind of lethal."

"Don't say that in front of the baby!" you scolded, crawling across the floor to them.

"He can't understand. And look, he's already asleep anyway." You sat at Bradley's feet with your chin on his knee and watched Jeremiah's little body move as he inhaled and exhaled. He was so perfect, you let your heart ache. If you had actually gotten pregnant last June when you went into a panic over your late period, you'd be eight months along right now.

When Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek, you realized you were crying. "It'll happen, Sweetheart."

He looked so content with Jeremiah on him, and he'd clearly had so much fun tonight. He should be a dad. He wanted it, and he'd be excellent at it. Cat was right.

"What if it doesn't?" you asked as he wiped your tears. "I can see how much you want this, Bradley. Looking at you around kids makes me ache."

Then he carefully slid to the floor next to you, holding Jeremiah tight while he slept on. He kissed you softly and wrapped his other hand around you. "I wasn't lying when I told you that I never thought about this stuff before I met you. You are everything I need. Anything else, like a kid, would just be a bonus. But I still think it'll happen."

You nodded as you cried. "I want it to."

"So do I, Baby Girl. You make me feel like I can have everything. Just... give it some more time, okay? We'll get there."

When Cat knocked softly on your front door, you and Jeremiah were both asleep on Bradley. You let Bradley kiss your cheek where you could still feel the tracks of your tears. As you walked over to get the door, you tried to wipe at your face.

"Well? How was your date?" you asked her, but she just sighed as she stepped inside.

"How is it possible that I have zero chemistry with a guy that sweet and cute?"

You immediately perked up. Maybe Jake wasn't completely out of the running. You'd overheard them flirting, and it sounded a little spicy. There was definitely some chemistry there. "Are you going out with Cam again?" you asked cautiously.

"Probably not," she told you with a little frown. "He said he's not a big fan of kids. So I'm not going to ask him out again, and I highly doubt he'll ask me. Which is fine. I don't want to make anything weird at work by trying to force something that just isn't there. You know, since his lab is down the hall from ours."

"Right," you agreed with a nod as Bradley carried a still sleeping Jeremiah over. "Don't want things to get awkward."

You watched Bradley slip his shoes on and whisper, "Want me to just put him in his car seat?"

"Sure," she replied with a smile. "If you don't mind." Once he was out of earshot, Cat turned to you. "Looks like Bradley had a fun time?"

You nodded, swallowing, afraid your voice was going to shake. "We both did. Jeremiah was so sweet."

She smiled and nodded. "I can't thank you enough."

You kind of wanted to tell her that you and Bradley would be more than willing to watch her son again if she decided to change her mind about going out with Jake. But you didn't, because she was already turning to leave.

When Bradley walked inside, he wrapped you up in his arms. "Do your cramps hurt?"

"A little," you replied against his chest.

"Get ready for bed," he whispered. "I'll get your heating pad ready."

"Will you come to bed, too?"

"As soon as I let Tramp out, I'll be in."

You fell asleep with a hopeful heart even though you had your period as you curled up on Bradley's chest.

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First thing on Monday morning, Jake was on your tail as you walked inside from the parking garage. "I heard Cam took Cat out this weekend," he told you in an accusatory voice. "Did you set them up? Is that why you didn't call me back last night?"

"No, Jake," you sighed. "I didn't set them up. Why would I do that?"

"Because you've known Cam longer than me and you love him more?"

You snorted as you made your way to the elevators. You knew he needed to be in the locker room right now, but he wasn't leaving. "Jake, I went to the movies with Bradley last night. I didn't call you back, because it was late when we got home. And from what I heard, Cat and Cam won't be going out again. Neither of them had a great time, okay?"

"Oh," he said, a bit of a smile making its way to his lips. "Sounds great. See you later."

He walked away and just left you standing there muttering, "What the fuck?" as you pushed the elevator button. Cat was already in the lab when you got there. "How are you always here so early?" you asked her, checking the time.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Have to ride in with Bernie, and he doesn't tolerate being late," she said with a yawn. But then her eyes went wide like she suddenly realized what she had said.

You were absolutely right when you thought that green SUV was familiar. "So your uncle works on base?" you asked with a smirk. "He's in the navy?"

Cat grimaced at you. "Would it absolutely kill you to keep that to yourself?"

"I'll do it for a small fee," you replied.

"Name your price."

"Next time you go on a date, you let us watch Jeremiah again."

She laughed. "I'm not going on another date anytime soon," she swore. "But sure, you can watch Jeremiah in about seventeen years when I date again."

After that you got to work, but when you went downstairs for lunch, you found Bradley at a table with two trays and some of the green hot sauce you loved. "Are you even real?" you asked as you sat down across from him. You were bloated, and you still needed to lose some weight so your uniform fit better, but you were also starving. You inhaled the burrito bowl after you doused it in hot sauce.

"Look," Bradley said, nudging your leg with his foot. When you turned, you saw Cat and Jake both holding trays of food. Neither of them seemed to be making a move to actually sit and eat; they were too busy gazing longingly into each other's eyes as they chatted.

"She should just go out with him," you said with an eye roll. "Like he's good enough to flirt with but not to get dinner with?"

Bradley grunted while he ate. "He's really into her. Apparently he's not sleeping around anymore."

You looked at your husband as he chewed. His cheeks were tinged with a little pink, and he wasn't meeting your eyes. "Sounds like you, Roo."

"You know," he started, shaking his head, "I kind of wish I had changed for myself. But it wasn't until I met you that I knew it was time."

You basked in his words. "Do you even understand how flattering that is?"

He just looked at you, his gaze dipping down to your lips. But then Jake was setting his tray on the table next to you.

"Could you two stop eye fucking each other while I eat?"

You turned to him and glared. "Could you be less of a dick?"

"Absolutely not," he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I asked Cat out again."

Your jaw dropped open. "What did she say?"

"No, of course," he replied, completely unfazed. "I knew she would. But I've changed my tactics. I'll just keep asking until she says yes."

"What if she never says yes?" Bradley asked, lacing his fingers with yours across the table.

"She will," Jake replied, watching Cat as she walked out of the cafeteria. You wanted to bonk their heads together. You also kind of wanted to tell him about Jeremiah and give him a heads up.

But instead you told them both, "Guess who will be working in the tower later this week?"

"Seriously?" Bradley asked with a smile as he leaned across to kiss you.

"Yep. Cat, too."

And now Jake looked pleased as well.

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Bradley rushed back to base on Thursday morning after his appointment. It took less time than he anticipated, and now he just needed to wait for some results to come in.

"You're up next along with Hangman," Maverick told him as he zipped up his flight suit.

Bradley knew you and Cat were sitting in the tower today, testing out some new software interface signal response thing that made very little sense to him. Honestly, he was just happy you'd be on the receiving end of his communications again today. You'd been there since Tuesday, and Bradley loved it when you moaned softly in his ear after work and said, "I love listening to your voice when you're flying. I always have. So sexy, Roo."

"Fuck," he grunted, ready to get in the air once again. But Hondo had Jake cornered on the tarmac, and he didn't look too happy. He couldn't hear them, but Hondo had his finger pointing at Jake's face. To Jake's credit, he just stood there and took whatever Hondo was dishing out, but Bradley was sure this would mean some push ups were coming their way.

"What did you do to piss him off?" Bradley asked when Jake joined him, and they walked to their aircrafts together.

"Honestly? I'm not even sure," Jake replied, running his hand through his hair before putting his helmet on. "Ol' Hondo and I are usually square."

"That's what I thought. Don't antagonize him. I wanna look cool in front of my wife."

Jake snorted. "Joke's on you, Rooster. Angel, for some bizarre reason, always thinks you look cool."

He watched Jake take off, and then he started to taxi as well. When they were both in the air, they actually worked really well together. Bradley wasn't sure if it was because he knew you were listening in or not, but he communicated great with Jake, and some of the maneuvers they pulled off against Maverick were pretty impressive.

But as soon as they were back on the ground and climbing down their ladders, Bradley heard Hondo laying into Jake again.

"You wanna fly like shit? You're going to do push ups for me all afternoon. Two hundred. Start counting them off, Hangman."

Bradley watched Jake quickly remove his helmet, and for a second it looked like he was going to question Hondo. Bradley knew that was a terrible idea, and yet he didn't understand what they had done to earn the punishment.

Bradley took his helmet off as well and dropped down next to Jake, getting himself in the perfect stance.

"What are you doing, Rooster?" Hondo asked hardhly.

Bradley looked up at him, brow creased in confusion. "Two hundred push ups, sir." Jake was already ten deep by this point.

"I wasn't talking to you when I assigned them, Lieutenant Commander. Get your ass inside."

Bradley looked from Hondo to Jake one more time before he got to his feet and made his way into the rec room, completely unsure about what had just happened. He dropped down on the couch next to Nat who was sound asleep and waited for Jake to finish his punishment.

When he eventually came storming inside, Jake tossed his helmet onto a chair and ran the back of his hand across his sweaty brow.

"What the hell happened?" Bradley asked, getting to his feet.

"Fuck. I have no idea!

"It's always a team effort," Bradley replied, completely baffled. "Your two hundred push ups are my two hundred push ups. But we didn't even fuck up in the air."

Jake wrenched the zipper down on his flight suit. "He made me do three hundred. And it's a million degrees in the sun today.

"Three hundred? What the fuck?"

"If you figure out why Hondo suddenly hates me, please let me know." Jake threw his hands in the air before he downed a bottle of water.

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You ran down the tower stairs anxious to get to Bradley. You were a little worked up from listening to him flying. It had been so long since you'd been treated to that. You briefly thought about bootlegging an illegal recording of him in the air so you could listen to it when he was deployed in a few weeks when you were needy.

"Baby Girl."

You spun when you heard his raspy voice, and then you were in his arms. He pulled you behind the bottom of the stairwell. It wasn't the most private place, but you had your fingers in his hair immediately, and he was rutting up against you as he dirty kissed you.

"Bradley," you moaned when his lips found your neck. "We can't do this here. And I still have my period." But his fingers were on your buttons anyway, and then one hand was dipping inside your bra.

He stroked your nipple into a tight peak, and you felt yourself clench. "You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you as soon as we get home?"

His mouth moved to the swell of your breast as you whispered, "Yes. Whatever you want."

"My favorite words," he murmured, and you had to forcefully remove his hands from your body. Your breasts were a little sore from your period, but his rough hand somehow made you want more.

"I'll meet you at home?" he asked. "After I hit the locker room?"

"Yes," you agreed. "I still need to carry my equipment back to my office, but I'll see you at home."

Bradley grunted and left you there with your shirt unbuttoned. You quickly fixed yourself up and then started the trek back to the main building. When you passed the aviators' lounge and saw through the small window that it was empty except for Jake, you started to reach for the door handle. But then you froze. When Jake turned a little bit, you saw that he was with Cat, her small form had been eclipsed by his larger one.

"Oh, shit," you whispered. Because Cat was running her fingers through Jake's hair, and then he leaned down to kiss her. And there was no way this was a first kiss or even a second or third. While it was more sweet than sexual, they looked pretty familiar with each other. The way Jake's hand trailed down her arm before settling high on her waist was telling. As was the way Cat smiled against his lips.

You ducked out of the way, afraid of being caught by them. You didn't know what was going on this week. It was like the Twilight Zone or something. Jake kept getting in trouble. And Cat insisted she wouldn't go out with him when clearly she was really, really into him. And you wanted answers that you didn't feel like you were allowed to have. And you were keeping too many secrets.

When you pulled your little car into the driveway, Bradley was already home. You walked inside, intending to tell him about Cat and Jake, but as soon as you set down your bag, your husband was eyeing you up and down.

"You want to finish what we started in the stairwell, don't you, Roo?" you asked, looking up at him with an innocent expression.

He groaned, rubbing himself through his gym shorts. "I've been rock hard for the past hour, Sweetheart."

"You poor thing," you crooned, reaching for him and stroking his cheek softly like he was something to be pitied. "Do you need some help? Anything I could do for you?"

His lips crashed against yours as you slipped your hand down the front of his shorts. He wasn't even wearing any boxer briefs, and he groaned when you palmed his balls. "Fuck, Baby Girl."

"Mmm," you hummed against his lips as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock the best that you could and started to stroke him slowly. "Why don't you tell me what you want?" you whispered against his mustache. "I'll give you a little reward for taking me to that hot sauce vending machine."

Bradley bucked into your hand, and you giggled. But his cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes looked a little but guarded. You tilted your head, questioning his gaze, and he finally asked, "Will you go put your glasses on?"

"Sure?" you asked, stroking him one last time before you withdrew your hand from his shorts.

Bradley watched you lick his precum from your hands, and he swallowed hard and added, "Any chance you'd give me a blowjob and let me cum on your glasses?"

You were kind of shocked. The two of you had been together for a while, and you would absolutely do that for him. If he wanted it, he could have asked for it before now. God, it sounded fucking hot!

"Only if you take some pictures when you're finished," you told him, wanting to know how that would look.

He swiped his tongue between your lips before smacking you lightly on your butt and pushing you toward the bathroom. "Hurry, Baby Girl."

You quickly removed your contacts and pushed your glasses into place, and when you returned to your bedroom, Bradley was standing there naked, stroking himself slowly. His tip was red and swollen, and he was groaning as he looked at you.

"Oh, you really need me," you acknowledged, dropping to your knees in front of him. "I'll take care of you."

As you parted your lips and let your tongue peek out to swirl around his tip, he gasped. Bradley reached out to adjust your glasses on your face as his cock jumped in anticipation.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you on the drive home," he grunted as you opened wider to take him deeper. "Needed you."

You moaned your approval around him as Bradley thrust and hit the back of your throat. When he placed one hand softly at the back of your head, you let him get a little rough, pushing you where he wanted you.

Gagging over and over again, your eyes started to water. "You look so pretty," he growled. "You're my little slut with your mouth full of my cock."

Oh, he was on a roll at the moment, because you were gagging and nearly crying, but you were also clenching your thighs together, unbelievably turned on by his words. You sucked on him hard, withdrawing him inch by slow inch as his head tipped back.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned. "So good."

You were drooling down the front of your uniform shirt as you took his tip between your lips again. He was so silky smooth against your tongue. It was like a treat that you didn't want to release. You took him a bit deeper, still circling the tip of him with your tongue while you hummed in satisfaction.

"Baby Girl," he snarled. "My wife is so fucking hot."

And then you let him fuck your face hard, gasping for air when you could. You were reaching for him, trying to pull him closer, but suddenly he had your chin in one hand while he stroked himself with the other.

"Roo?" you asked as he jerked your chin a little bit.

"I'm gonna paint you up," he panted, and the first ribbon of his cum hit your glasses making you squeal in delight.

"Keep going," you encouraged. "I want more."

His groan filled your ears, letting you know how much he was enjoying himself. Your glasses were completely coated now, and you couldn't see him very well. He came on your forehead, and it dripped along your nose. He came in your mouth, and you swallowed him down.

"Here," he gasped, running his spent cock along your lips so you'd part them for him. You sucked gently on his softening length while he told you he was taking some pictures. You let him rest on your tongue. "So pretty. Gonna get off to these when I'm deployed."

Soon his fingers were dipping into the mess, and you cleaned them off for him as he knelt down on the floor with you. "That was fun," you told him when you were mostly cleaned up and he was removing your glasses.

"Thank you," he rasped, kissing your cheek softly. "I figured it didn't matter if I came in your pussy today since you're not fertile right now."

His words hit you, making you frown as he stood up and pulled you to your feet. So fucking you and giving you a creampie was only imperative if you were ovulating and trying for a baby? You tried not to think about his words as you walked back into the bathroom and washed your face and glasses. He probably hadn't meant to send that prickly feeling of annoyance along your skin. But he looked sated and happy now while you were...not.

"How do you feel about pizza for dinner?" he asked, scrolling through the photos he had taken. "Jesus, look at you. In your uniform, too," he muttered.

You looked at the photos with him. He wasn't wrong. You looked hot covered in his cum like that. It was a rank kink fantasy. "I like that one the best," you told him, pointing to one where you had his cock cushioned on your tongue. "And pizza sounds fine."

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Bradley was starting to feel anxious about his deployment. It wasn't helping that he had to keep watching Jake get roasted by Hondo day after day. But to his surprise, Jake really held it together, showing only the highest level of respect.

"Yes, sir," Jake told Hondo, promptly unzipping the top of his flight suit and starting the five mile run which he had been assigned as a punishment.

When Bradley asked if he should join Jake, Hondo once again told him to get his ass inside. Still baffled, Bradley made his way back home for the evening. He beat you there, and it was a good thing, too. His results had arrived in the mail. He tossed all the other mail aside and ripped into the envelope, but as soon as he scanned through it, he heard your car in the driveway.

"Thank goodness that piece of shit is so loud," he groaned about your car, quickly shuffling all of the mail into a neat stack and pushing it to the side. He'd sort it out later. But when you came in, he was writing up a harmless list of things he needed from Amazon on the whiteboard that hung on the refrigerator. A ten foot phone charger, earplugs in case he didn't get to bunk with Bob, a silicone ring, and some protein bars.

"Hi, Roo," you called from the living room. You had apparently picked up your dress whites from the dry cleaner in preparation of your promotion banquet. He, and everyone else, had already taken to calling you Lieutenant Commander. And he loved calling you Bradshaw as well. Your promotion ceremony would just be a formality, just as his had been. But he couldn't wait to pin your new insignia on your uniform for the first time.

He kissed you and held you close, before he whispered, "Don't forget, it's Hard Deck night," just to annoy you.

"Oh, my god!" you groaned dramatically as you laughed and pushed him away. "You're as annoying as Jake."

"Fucking ouch," he shouted after you as you went into the bedroom. Your laughter filled him up. "Hey, you need anything from Amazon?" he called out.

"No, I'm good," you replied, and he tried to do a better job of hiding the mail. But then you added, "I'd be better if you were in here... helping me get undressed," and he dropped everything.

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Hey, Uncle Bernie. Hey Roo, hiding the mail. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

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