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[topgun-imagines]

yesss please tag me in part 2 !! (my fic blog @babyreads if possible ◡̈)

Of course!

[sebsxphia]

ahh i’m so pleased to hear you enjoyed it my love! tysm! 💗

ok i was half asleep having my nightly thoughts lol and i had to wake up to send you this so i didn’t forget.. so imagine jake is taking care of you on his own for the first time and you’re crying because you want your stuffy named ducky, right? and jake is freaking out because he can’t find a ducky anywhere ! but it turns out the stuffy is a bunny that you named ducky, which he doesn’t figure out till bobby gets home😭

bunny. | ducky.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin

￫ description: jake tries to find your beloved stuffed animal, “ducky” but it quickly turns to tears when jake can’t find them.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i hope you enjoy this little fic my love! @uhmellamoanna <3

￫ this is part of my ‘woodland creatures’ series here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You reach up and sheepishly paw at Jake, tugging on his shirt as he closes the story book, “one more, ‘lease, Dada.”

You try your very best to make your voice sound as sickly sweet as you can to convince Jake to read you one more story before he tucks you into bed. He chuckles at your convincing proposition, but places the book on his bedside table and gives your nose a little tap which makes you stifle a giggle.

“I’m sorry, Bluebell. It’s ni’ night time.”

You pout in dissatisfaction and try him one more time, pleading for only one more story, but Jake is clear with his instructions. Tonight was the first time he’d be taking care of you on his own and he wanted to assert himself as your caregiver who could have fun, but also wouldn’t be as lenient as you thought. Jake held just as much of a responsibility as Bob did to take care of you.

The deal is done and Jake is tucking you in, that’s that. However, there is one condition that Jake will tuck you in with as many of your stuffed animals as you request. You list them off one by one and Jake collects them up and tucks them safely in next to you. There will be limited space once Bob gets home and curls up next to you, but you’ll be too deep asleep to notice.

“Mm, one more please, Daddy. Ducky!”

Jake frowns in confusion at your request and scratches the back of his neck, scanning his eyes around your bedroom.

“I, uh… I don’t think there’s a Ducky here, Bluebell.”

You mirror Jake and frown yourself with another small pout forming. “B- but, Ducky, Dada. I need ‘im to sleep.”

“I know, lil’ one, I know, but I can’t find him.”

You protest again, but as Jake turns your bedroom upside down and comes back from your playroom downstairs empty handed, your protests turn into wails and eventually shrieks of tears. Jake is quick to come to your side and soothe your hiccups, swiping his thumb over your cheeks to dry your constant flow of tears. Jake felt an immense of guilt that the first time he was here to take care of you, he had you in tears.

His own words catch in his throat and all he can do to console you is rock you steadily in his arms, shushing and cooing at you quietly. “Daddy Bobby will be home tonight and we’ll look for them, I promise.”

You nod meekly and settle for your beloved stuffed animals that you do have. Although your heartstrings still tug and pull knowing that Ducky was out there somewhere and not safely tucked up next to you. Jake does the best he can to stop your hiccuped tears and suggests reading you the bedtime story you never got.

An hour later and two more stories after, you’re deep in the throws of sleep. Your chest is rising and falling rhythmically and Jake can hear your soft snores. He lets out a hushed, yet contained, sigh of relief that you’re finally sleeping peacefully. As stealthily as he can muster, Jake slips out from under your tight hold around his torso to clean up downstairs before Bob came home.

“J? Honey?” Bob’s voice is a gentle beacon of light guiding Jake back to him and he falls into Bob’s embrace with the dish towel slung over his shoulder. Bob always had a knack for reading people and his favorite pastime was people watching, therefore he could tell with Jake’s slumped shoulders and head buried into the crook of his neck, that something was horribly wrong. “What is it, honey?”

“Bunny,” Jake pulls away from Bob’s reassuring embrace with a look of guilt etched onto his face. “They wanted, ‘Ducky’ but I couldn’t find ‘em anywhere. I don’t remember there being a duck and they couldn’t stop crying. It took them forever to fall asleep and this is my first time looking after them, and-”

“Jake, Jake,” Bob interrupted his flurry of rambling and squeezed at his shoulders. “Don’t worry, honey. They get tearful all the time with me, it’s not you. In that headspace it can be really hard for ‘em…” Jake relaxed under Bob’s touch and his shoulders shifted. “…and, ‘Ducky’ is a stuffed rabbit.”

Jake had a look of defeat and he sighed in exasperation.

“What?”

“Sorry, I should’ve said before I left. We picked ‘em up when we had a play date at a duck pond one time.”

Jake counted his lucky stars that Ducky wasn’t completely made up and he’d be able to console you now. Both of them snorted with hushed laughter and finished up downstairs, listening to Bob tell Jake about his catch up with Natasha. On the way up to their bedroom, Bob collected Ducky.

With a feather light touch, Bob traced his fingertip along your forehead and swiped a stray strand of your hair out from your closed eyes. He bent down carefully and pressed a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your flesh so you could just about hear his sweet call. “I’m home, Bunny. Missed you.”

You stirred from your slumber and blinked open your bleary eyes upwards at Bob. Your arms tightly got ahold around his neck and launched him down to the mattress. Bob made an, “omph” sound at the impact and directed you to look over to your side. Jake was sat on the edge of your bed with Ducky safely in his hands. You let out a dry squeal, your voice still laced with sleep, and reached out to Jake handing you your beloved stuffed animal.

“Ducky! Thank ‘ou, Daddy Jakey. Lo’ you.”

“You’re welcome, Bluebell. We love you too.”

By this time, half of the original stuffed animals Jake had given you had fallen out of the bed as he thought would happen. Bob neatly placed them together at the foot of the bed before sliding in under the duvet with you both, tucking you close to his chest. You slept soundly that night. Wrapped up in between your two lovers and Ducky clutched safely to your own chest.

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tagging those who may be interested: @lt-bradshaw @bradshawsbitch @mangokitkats

[screampied]

ALRIGHT SO BOOM.

!olderbfgojo & sugar babyreader spend like more time together, going on little cute dates & getting to know eachother PERSONALLY outside of being sexual. & THIS resulting into both of them developing feelings for eachother, but either of them really show it because of their morals right!!?????

BUT then the wife suddenly pops back up in the picture & catching her beloved hubsand spending his money on his sugarbaby!! so she makes him (gojo) chooses because she WONT leave him because without him she’s nothing right.. but GOJO chooses the wife because he can’t believe that he’s fallen for his sugarbaby right *he told himself it was a relationship only and STRICTLY for sex* so he ends up choosing his wife right..

BUT couple weeks past and he ends up having to go on a trip so he’s flying first class, & then HE sees sugarbaby! reader AGAIN. & all those “feelings” he has been ignoring comes back. so he begs reader for one last talk & but the reader is taken aback and is like *not finna fall into his little scheme of trying to win her back because him is his wife are going through & he want sex* (WHAT THE READER THINKS) so the reader is like hell Nah like straight COLD turkey on his ass.

BUT gojo is like deadass serious like he pulls her into his seat and is like PLEADING them with like RAW emotions & feelings so the reader agrees on a “TALK” and during the talk………

NO KEEP GOING

wait this could rly tie in with the sugardaddy gojo au actually 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. this is true, eventually the more time they spend the more time they end up developing some ones of feelings for each other

PLSSS THE WIFE. i literally have that in one of my synopsis for future sd gojo fics 😓😓😓. wait this is messy, SHIT. coming back to seeing him spend money on a sugar baby omg ur kinda cookin. awww fallin for the sugar baby :((

imagine he chooses the wife but he’s still in love w the sugar baby (us)

COLD TURKEY HELPPPPP

omg this is getting angsty 🌚🌚 AND DHEING THE TALK WHAT ??? no way you just edged me

[sarahsmi13s]

|| Duckie and Nicky ||

“He’s a Valentine's baby,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but it held so much adoration.  

Kendall had given you one last valentine…

The Duckie Universe Collection

my ducklings <33: @roosterscockpit @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue @caitsymichelle13 @classycolorpeach @mamachasesmayhem @bobby-r2d2-floyd @twsssmlmaa​ @horseshoegirl​ @startrekfangirl2233 @babyreads​ @amatswimming @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo @hangmansgbaby​ @callsignwidow @kmc1989​ @goodstuff28​ @pjngpp3501​ @lunamoonbby @joyfulpandamiracle​ @craftyinfluencersandwich @averyhotchner​ @emily-roberts​ @teenwolf01 @sunderland-6​ @bethabear12 @coldmuffinbanditshoe​ @dempy​ @djs8891​ @ingoaliesitrust @novavida @tigerfan24 @lynnestra44​​ @lilmonstrjedi @yourlocalloser-core @adventures4ever @onlyheretowastetime @mygyn @buckysvinyl @allyyssaa @clockworksficstoread @elisha-chloe @abaker74

[heavyhitterheaux]

Hi I want to know if will you do a masterlist about BabyReader x BabyJack when they were in high school 🤔

Hello 👋🏽

I didn't think to put that on a separate masterlist since I already have everything on the main ones but it tells you at the beginning if it's Baby Jack and Baby Reader or not

Everything can be found here:

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist 2

First Lady of Private Garden Concepts

For now, I'll keep it like this but if I end up writing more for that era, I'll make a separate one 🥰

[delicatebarness]

also im reblogging chapters onto my fic account (babyreads) i don’t want you to think im only interacting via ask lol😗

no please don’t worry about that, i completely understand!! i do all my liking and following on @justabarnesgirlie 🤭

[babyhatesreality]

@babyreads​ thank you for the reblog, love! <3

Can you please write a stucky x little!reader? Where reader sneaks her game into bed, stays up all night but the daddies don’t know and then is cranky and tired all day? The daddies found out of course and help put her down for a nap with jellybean? And you can as a small punishment if you want

Absolutely, my darling @youre-amazing-say-it. Thank you for being so supportive and patient. I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to find words again, and I thank you for your kindness while I made you wait.

Level Up

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, pet names, stern Daddy/Papa, affection and teasing between married couple, stubborn/cranky/bratty baby, small tantrum, tired baby, soft punishment, fluffity fluff fluff fluff. Also I have no idea about video games so I'm going off what I know from y'all, sorry if it's wrong.

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"I told you so."

"Yeah, but-"

"I TOLD you this was a bad idea."

Bucky rolled his eyes at his husband. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You don't have to keep reminding me."

"Well, apparently I do, because this kind of stuff keeps happening."

"Can we just fry the big fish right now and argue about whose fault it is later?"

"There's no arguing, because it's your fault."

"Fine. It's my fault. There, you happy? Can you PLEASE help me now?"

"Yup."

Steve immediately got up from his desk and made his way to the office door where Bucky was standing, exasperated. Bucky looked at him incredulously. "Seriously?" he said as Steve approached him. "All I had to do was say it was my fault, and I could have saved myself all the hassle of arguing with you?"

"Should've listened to your commanding officer in the first place, soldier," Steve teased him, before kissing him gently to show that he was over his frustration. He laughed as Bucky groaned into his mouth. The pair made their way to your room.

"Alright, kiddo, time to turn off the game," Steve said, going in with all guns blazing from the moment he stepped through your door. He knew he couldn't play this one soft- he had to lay it all on the table immediately. You'd been hyper-fixated on your new game for three days now, somehow convincing Bucky to turn your original one-hour-of-play-a-day into at least 4. Steve knew this would happen, but decided to let the chips fall and maybe teach Bucky a little lesson about overindulging you in the process.

You were hunched over your game on your bed, your little tired eyes scanning and your thumbs flying like your life depended on it. You didn't like what Papa was saying, and so in a wild act of rebellion, you chose to ignore it. Until you felt Papa walk right up next to your bed, standing tall and firm. He said in his low Papa voice, "I know you heard me, Katie." You knew better than to play dumb now. You gulped and looked up.

"But Papa, I almost done wif dis part," you whined, holding your game up just a bit. "Five more minutes? Pweeeeeease?"

"You said that five minutes ago, Trouble," Bucky cut in. "It's time for bed. You heard me, you heard Papa. Turn it off, now." Instead of obeying immediately, like you usually did, you let out an angry squawk and kicked your feet onto the top of your bed. Normally, you weren't such a little brat, but when you were frustrated and tired, you could be a little monster.

"Alright, that's it," Steve said sternly. "Give me the game, right now."

"But Papa!"

"No. No more 'but Papa's. Give me the game or you're in big trouble, little girl." He held his hand out, with that don't-push-it look on his face. With a pout and a huff, you saved your progress and turned off the game, slapping it into your Papa's hand, before crossing your arms tightly and looking away to the wall.

"Kaitlyn," Bucky said in that dangerous tone. Uh-oh. When your full name came out, you were teetering on the verge of MAJOR trouble. You sighed and dropped your arms, looking forlornly at your blankets. "That's better. I'm not happy about all this attitude that you've had, ever since you got this game. Maybe you should spend some time without it, little girl."

Your head shot up, panic in your eyes. "No, no Daddy! Pwease! I sowwy." You didn't want your precious new toy taken away so soon, and you knew that you really had been pretty naughty today. "Won't be bad no more, okay? I be good," you pleaded with him, looking at Papa for support. They both sighed heavily, then looked back at you.

"Alright, princess, you can have your game back tomorrow morning, but it's bedtime now. Any more arguments and no game tomorrow. Understood?" Steve said, laying down the law as he put your game up on your highest shelf. You nodded vigorously.

"Understood, Papa!"

"Good girl. Let's get you ready for bed."

About twenty minutes later, you were snuggled into your own bed, Jellybean at your side, as Daddy finished off his story. Your eyelids were heavy and you let them shut as both Daddy and Papa kissed your forehead, tucked the blankets gently around you, and tiptoed out. You were nearly in dreamland...

Except you kept seeing your game played out behind your eyelids. If you just walked there...and moved that....then that would mean...YES! Your eyes flew open. You knew how to get past the part you had just been on! Your mischievous eyes slunk over to the top shelf where your game was....just one more level and then you'd totally go right to sleep....Petey had shown you how to crawl up the walls and all these shelves made for great hand holds....

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The next morning, Steve slipped in to your room. He began gently carding his fingers through your hair to calmly wake you up, but you didn't move. Surprised, he began rubbing circles on your back. "Good morning baby," he said in a soft sing-song voice. "Time for little girls to get up so they can play."

You groggily came to, and instead of the usual burst of energy that accompanied most mornings, you grumbled and rolled away from him, tucking your head underneath the blanket. He let out a soft laugh that was more shock than anything else- this wasn't like you at all.

"Looks like the baby bunny is not ready to wake up, huh?" You mumbled something unintelligible in response. "I'll let you sleep for a few more minutes, but then it's time to get up, okay?" You didn't answer as you were already asleep again.

Twenty minutes later, Steve was back, trying not to have a panic attack. He had the no-touch thermometer ready, convinced that you were sick; which he did not deal well with. He gently woke you up again, and when you whined and rolled over, he took your temperature. His guts all returned to their original locations in relief, and he gently scooped you out of bed. You yowled your protests, but Steve just cuddled you into his arms and carried you to the breakfast table.

"Morning, Sunshine!" Bucky said as Steve brought you in. But you simply growled at him, refusing to open your eyes.

"Yeah, this 'sunshine' is a little rainy this morning," Steve joked, sitting down at the table and keeping you cradled in his lap. "She doesn't have a fever-"

"I told you she didn't."

"- SO I'm not sure what's wrong."

"Well," Bucky said, sauntering into the adjoining dining area and kissing the top of your head. "If my world-famous fruit and yogurt breakfast doesn't chase the clouds away, then nothing will." Bucky set the bowl down in front of you and Steve.

Normally, you loved when Bucky made you a fruit and yogurt bowl. He drizzled honey and granola on it, and made the blueberries into a smiley face for you. But you fussed and turned your face away, desperately trying to fall back asleep in Steve's arms.

"C'mon baby, time for breakfast," Steve said, jostling you a bit to try to wake you up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you whined as loud as you could, squirming to get out of his grasp. He, of course, wasn't letting you down anywhere.

"Is your tummy hurting?" Steve asked, trying to keep calm and figure out what the hell was going on with you. You just kept whimpering and pushing away from him, using the precious little energy you had left.

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances, having a silent conversation to determine what was happening, or what was upsetting you. Finally realizing that you weren't able to get out of Papa's clutches, you gave up and began with the crocodile tears, going completely limp in an effort to just get him to put you down so you could crawl under the table and go back to sleep.

Steve, however, stood up, keeping you snuggled in his strong arms, and began walking around the living room, gently patting you, trying so hard to get you to calm down.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky muttered, following the two of you into the living room anxiously.

"I don't know," Steve murmured back, grateful that Bucky had super soldier hearing to make out his words over your theatrical sobbing. "It's like she's throwing a tantrum- but leveled up."

Something clicked in Bucky's brain at that moment, and without another word, he turned and went into your room. He didn't have to dig under your blankets for long before he found your game. He sighed heavily. Of course you had scaled the shelves on the wall to get your game and stayed up all night playing it. He rolled his eyes. He was never going to hear the end of this one.

He walked back into the room, holding the game out in front of him. Steve got it the second he saw the electronic device, giving his husband a know-it-all look, before turning his attention back to you.

"Katie Cat," he murmured softly. "Are you tired because you played your game late last night after bed time?"

That stopped the crocodile tears in an instant. You were so tired that you just nodded, not caring if you were in trouble, and hoping that this would get you put back in bed. Steve sighed, then chuckled, then carried you back into your room. He tucked you back in, Jellybean in the crook of your arm, while Bucky changed the settings on your windows to block out light. You were out again before they pulled the door shut.

Bucky and Steve walked back into the dining room. Without missing a beat, Bucky put your game up on top of the fridge and went to the pantry to hide your step stool. Steve put your breakfast back into the fridge, and made two cups of coffee. Bucky came back after hiding your step stool to find Steve with the mugs ready and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So when she gets up, we're having a talk with her about staying in bed and doing what she's told, and why it's important to not get obsessed with games," Bucky said, avoiding the thing he knew Steve was grinning about.

"And?" Steve prompted.

"And she's not getting her game back for at least a week. Maybe two."

"And?"

"And when she does get it back, she is only allowed to play for one hour a day, that's it. I won't let her sweet talk me into more."

"And?"

Bucky sighed heavily. "And...you told me so."

"There we go," Steve said, stepping forward and taking his grumpy husband into his arms and giving him a cheeky kiss.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Family Drabbles: When You Cry

Remalda

“Hush hush my little lamb.” She rocks you up and down, kissing your chubby cheeks as your crying dies down. “Sleep, my baby, they'll be back soon.” Your father has taken your siblings off to school and this is your first time being without him in the vicinity. “Shhh shhh,” You were getting fussy again. Instant gratification is the only thing you want and if you don’t have it then crying is your best option. Remalda hums a tune her own mother would sing. Not to her but she still heard it and she’ll sing it to you. And you’ll lull to sleep as she rocking you with the vibrations in her chest.

Should anyone interrupt your precious slumber she’d promptly end their existence. Maybe lure that construction worker away for some food and with gloved hands flip the lever that drops 200 tons of concrete onto their head. No one is allowed to wake her baby.

Spencer

You hardly ever cry only when he tries to leave. It makes sense: rarely does a starved puppy want to leave their savior. This will escalate to him bringing you to work once his wife’s maternity leave is off. And you're a hit. His customers love you; they'll coo and praise your father as he bounces you in his baby harness while handing them their mixture. You only wail a bit when one of the rowdy customers scares a resting crow that squawks alarmed. “Do not worry Dewdrop,” he’ll gently rub your head, “there is nothing to fear (because I am here!).” Said customer, after paying for his vial, is attacked by the observing birds of prey who only listen to Spencer but he says nothing as he tends to his baby.

Michael

You had started crying very early in the morning, around the time Michael prepared the schemes for his middle school bullies and clients. He waited for either one of his parents to get up but they didn't. He spies the melatonin on their nightstand and rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You’d think for as obsessed as she is she might not want to be more selfish. He just barely can look down into the crib to see the squirming you still crying relentlessly, in his wake. He wants to pick you up but he can’t. Not securely at least, thanks to his height. Curse my genes. He remembered how Yulia used to cry just like you, you must also not be a morning person. He heads to his closet in his shared bedroom; Yulia sleeps soundly as he rummages to find his special box where he finds Yulia’s old pacifier. Perfect. He rinses it before presenting it to you, avoiding your grabby hands, you take right to it. Suckling and mulling in the comfort of your pacifier. He takes a picture of your sleeping self. I’ll have to print that later. Now that binky will be twice as special as it was when it was Yulia’s.

[nerdfighter-steffie]

QOTD: what is a book you would recommend, no matter the genre? ⁣ ⁣ Emmy loves to copy what we do. So she I was setting up to take some pictures, I couldn’t resist getting a shot of her. She is the cutest!! Saying she’s reading to. I love her so much, I hope she likes to read. I can share si Mx n’y stories with her. ⁣ ⁣ #babyreader #toddlersofinstagram #toddlerlife #toddlermomlife #alwaysreading #readersofig #livetoread #bookphotography #ofquietmoments #bookishlove #cozyvibes #bookblogger #booksofinstagram #bibliophile #booklove #avidreader #booksforlife #bookreviewer #Bloggerstribe #Bloglife #smallblogger #bookreview #bibliofeature #biblio_feature #slowandsimpledays #seeksimplicity #rusticpages #christinaschronicles (at New Brunswick) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDZb_3ogTGu/?igshid=1h77uy1vqbj6t

[infantcaresg]

A child that is read to with joy, excitement and closeness associates books with happiness - A reader is in the making #reader #babyreader #childreading #childcuriosity #infantreading #camelot (at Camelot International Infant Care) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-mhHVfnEky/?igshid=1smj05qjyei10

[poetryfreak38]

Today Molly devoured two books during story time. 😂😂😂 #mollywilhelmina #raisingareaderagain #boardbooks #babyreader https://www.instagram.com/p/B7tz_H1AjX1/?igshid=1lkb3rjzr4zcj

[stellalandeo-blog]

Reading stories together is so much fun! You love to ask questions, point things out, you spell words and you find shapes and objects in books... You have amazed me with the ease with which you learn new words and make me wonder if you will love writing love letters like your momma... If you will be the kind of person who remembers lyrics to most songs... if you will write your own! 🎵... How amazing all the possibilities! How exciting you are to me! 🇵🇪 ⠀ ¡Leer historias juntos es muy divertido! Te encanta hacer preguntas, señalar cosas, deletrear palabras y encontrar formas y objetos en los libros ... Me ha sorprendido la facilidad con la que aprendes nuevas palabras y me pregunto si te encantará escribir cartas de amor como a tu mamá ...💛 Si serás el tipo de persona que recuerda las letras de la mayoría de las canciones ... Si escribirás una! 🎵 ... ¡Qué asombrosas todas las posibilidades! ¡Qué emocionante eres para mí! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . . . #babiesreading #betweenthelines #tuckingin #bedtimestories #toddlerbedtimestories #loveofreading #toddlerloveofreading #toddlerlovesbooks #youngreaders #babyreader #babiesandbooks #kidsandbooks #literacystartsearly #literacyininfancy #aprendiendoaleer #amaloslibros #lecturadeniños #leyendolibrosconniños #perumates #stellalandeo #mamaperuana #mommyhood #raisingchildren #loveofreading #amoralalectura #helovesletters #nowiknowmyabcs (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwsjoYGAVBB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h8v611kf9xl6

[andreyanus]

1 year and 5 months old baby reads the Michael Kors letter in the mall

https://youtu.be/MZ9lXncAPcc

[sarahsmi13s]

duckie chapter 9 sneak peek

it's be a long while since i've done something for duckie, so i'd like to give you all this!

He chuckled and crossed his arms as he watched you repeat your process, his eyes drawn to your lips as your tongue once again pokes out. 

You managed to throw the dart just as the lights flickered out. 

“Are you fucking serious? The weather really doesn’t want me to hit this board,” you grumbled as you pulled your phone out to use your flashlight. 

Jake did the same, him immediately shining it at the dart board.

“Look at what we have here, you actually hit the board,” he teased as he walked up to the board. “Not a bullseye, but you hit it.” You flipped your hair, “Look at me go. Mama’s still got it.” 

Jake gave you a look, his face deadpanned and his brow low. You held his eyes, yours playfully squinting. 

It was a standoff for about 20 seconds before you both started laughing.

“C’mon Mother Goose, let’s go to the bar,” he chuckled as he grabbed your hand gently.

You froze for a second, confused as to where he got that nickname from – forgetting it was just a nursery rhyme at that moment.

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[coco-chasing-adventures]

#tbt Today is Baby Mac’s 4th Birthday! I love this little guy, and he is the true inspiration behind me creating this platform. I pray that he chases his dreams, lives out every fantasy and reads tons of books! * * * Fun Fact: Donald McAfee Coulter III is named after Walter S. McAfee, a black scientist and major contributor to Project Diana (lunar signal echoing project). * Mac loves numbers and books, so it’s a perfect fit! * * * #babyreader #blackboysread #bookstagram #happybirthday (at Harford County, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsdPMuTH07r/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14lb11p6v2aum

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

can you pretty please add babyreads to the tag list for being a stark?🥰

sure can!