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teddybeartoji · 8 months

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彡 GUARDIANS OF THE TINY SEA URCHIN BOY

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff!!!, non-curse au, idk what this timeline is but both reader and satoru are adults and gumi is tiny + reader is his kindergarten teacher wc: 3k

you love you job.

you love taking care of the kids, teaching them, caring for them. and that of course applies for megumi, too. he's a pretty quiet kid, very straightforward and doesn't seem too affected by his guardian being away on a work trip when you ask him about it. you've never met the guy but it always makes you snicker whenever megumi's nose scrunches when he's brought up. or the little pout that tugs on his lips – the grumpiest and the fakest one to ever be conjured in the history of the world. you know it's fake; you've seen the care and devotion the little boy puts into the cards and the art he makes, always promising to show them to his keeper in a hushed voice.

but then one day... he's a quieter than usual, stares at you a little more than usual (he's so sure you don't see him)(or the way he's fiddling with the hem of his shirt). it's playtime and you're comfortably sitting in a bean bag, laughing with some other kids, eyeing the little sea urchin from the corner of your eye. after giving the other kids an impossible mission to complete outside, you usher the boy closer.

"gumi, come here."

and he does the cutest little eye roll known to mankind but nevertheless makes his way over to you. not pressuring him, you let him stand while you ask about the new comic book that came out (you heard him mention it once or twice) and oh, how his eyes widen. you surpress a giggle at the boy, and when you see his eyes flick between you and the bean bag you're sitting on, you finally motion for him to take a seat next to you. and he does.

he still feels a little unsure; like he wants to keep the information threathing to spill inside, despite the want to tell you all about it. seeing this, you decide to start talking about your own little hobby, doing big gestures as to try and crack a smile (it works)(he tries to hide it but you know better). and in the end he does relax and subconciously leans toward you when he starts introducing the comic.

digging out your phone, you let him show you the characters, the powers they have and how cool they all are. the smile on your face is making your cheeks hurt; glad that the boy feels secure and safe around you to tell you all this. some other kids bump in a few times, showing you the worms they dug up or beg for a napkin to wipe their face after they sneezed so hard that snot flew out. megumi's little scrunched up face only made you laugh more.

after a while you can feel him melt into you, his talk almost slurring, his eyes growing heavy. deciding to put away the phone, you move in your spot but a pair of hands clutch onto your arm. "'m not going anywhere." you assure him with a gentle smile as your hand finds its way into his hair, pushing through the unruly strands. he doesn't look at you, hiding his face into your shoulder.

"if i tell you something, do you promise you won't tell anyone?"

it's a ghost of a whisper, buried into the sleeve of your shirt. vulnerable.

"never. i would never."

it takes him another second to gather up the last pieces of confidence. the last pieces of strenght to open up his little tiny heart.

"i-i miss him." his little hands stay clutching onto your sleeve, not enough to stretch the material but just enough to let you know how hard this is for him. how he's taking the big step, how he's inviting you in with a shaky voice.

the hand in his dark hair never stops its movements, staying combing through it, feeling him nuzzle deeper into you. "oh, sweetheart. i'm sure you do." you hum quietly. "he's gonna be back really soon though. i promise."

you feel him nod against you. when another kid emerges from the outside, you quietly ask for her to whisper and swallow another giggle when she starts dramatically tiptoeing closer to you, ready to tie a newly made bracelet over your wrist. it's beautiful.

you stay like that for almost two hours – sitting in the bean bag with your arm locked securely in megumi's hold as he's letting out small little snores. you don't mind. you don't mind at all.

most of the kids have already left, their parents having come after them. they always greet you with a smile and thank you for keeping their kids happy and safe and it always warms your heart. there's nothing else you'd love more than this. and how the kids say bye... some of them hug you, some of them land a fat smooch on your cheek, one of them always shakes your hand (very firmly)(a lot of people could learn a thing from him). and all of them always wave with the brightest smiles on their faces.

you're eyeing the warm late afternoon sun from your spot on the bean bag when you hear the door open and close, a pair of loud footsteps approaching. megumi's guardian, surely.

tearing your eyes from the sun, you turn to meet the man and oh... his mouth is ajar as if he was about to yell out for megumi in the most dramatic way possible (he was). his crystal blue eyes shine in the very same light you were just basking in, taking in the sight before him. his lips close and reform into the warmest smile before he's whispers a small hi.

"hi." you answer with a smile of your own. nobody told you that he was gonna like that. sure, you've seen megumi's drawings but no offense to the boy – they do not do him justice. this has to be to most handsome guy you've ever seen. and he's your age, too. "you're here for megumi, right?"

he nods, leaning on the doorframe. "satoru."

after you introduce yourself, he repeats your name, tasting it on his tongue - and you're now stuck with the memory of one of the older faculty members saying something about how it's always very unprofessional to have crushes on the parents and whatnot. and whatnot.

he makes his way over – keeping his eyes on his beloved boy, sleeping oh, so comfortably in your arms. the way his chest is rising and falling steadyly, his fingers digging into your shirt. his heart swells.

kneeling in front of you, he smiles at the boy before turning his focus to his keeper. the golden sunlight is making your eyes shine and when you give him a shy little smile, he knows megumi is in safe hands.

"you're new?" he whispers.

"mhmm. and you don't actually have to whisper." satoru's eyes flick to megumi and you understand his question without him asking it. "oh, he's out. like a light. we've been sitting here for what?" you look at the clock before continuing. "two hours?"

satoru's smile widens at that. "he's kept you locked up for two hours?"

raising your hand from megumi's hair, you cover your mouth, hiding a grin. "he's cute, no harm done."

satoru hums. "he is. pretty sure you're the first teacher to see him like this."

"yeah." lowering your hand back down, you brush a few strands from his eyes, making his nose scrunch up and making the two of you swoon over the pouty kid. "i'm very honored."

satoru's eyes flick back to you. there's a certain softness in them, despite the deep dark purple peeking out from underneath the skin under them. you don't know what kind of a job he has but you know it sometimes requires him to be away for a while. it must be hard for him too; hard to leave his boy in some stranger's hands. but satoru is already convinced that you're no stranger.

"i'm glad he has you."

you feel a tint of blush making its way over your cheeks because of the sincerity in his tone. he really means it.

"but seriously, though? you've been sitting in the same spot for two hours? you're telling me your feet aren't dead?" he deadpans with a smirk.

lowering your head, you confess: "i have to go to the bathroom so badly."

he almost doubles over, holding a palm over his mouth, hiding the laughter ready to burst out. you try to glare at him but it's useless – you're holding your laughter with him a second after.

your body shakes with the giddyness, making megumi stir and you still. caressing his cheek, you try to make sure he ignores the two giggling adults next to him and stays asleep.

"and yes, my arm is dead but c'mon, how was i supposed to say no to this?" as if on cue, megumi lets out a content breath, his lips molding into his usual little pout, which in return makes the two of you look at him fondly. again.

"no, don't worry. i understand – he's a real charmer." he whispered. "what got him in this mood, anyway? nothing happened, right?" his eyes widen as the words leave his mouth, concern painting his face in a second.

trying to soothe his worry, you immediately shake your head. "no, no. he's okay. nothing happened." satoru exhales deeply, hand covering his heart. you don't think he even knows how worried he looked just now.

"but?" his voice breaks the small silence. "i feel like there's a 'but' here."

giving him a smile, you look the sleeping boy locked onto your arm. "i promised i wouldn't tell, though..."

"wha-?" the grown man's lip pull into a pout and you realize that the boy really does take after him. "but i need to know..."

deciding to make sure that megumi is still in fact, sleeping, you check his breathing – steady as ever, so you beckon the man a little closer.

"he missed you that's all."

it's so quiet. not even a whisper but satoru hears the words loud and clear. his eyes fall to his boy once more, something so tender in them – making your own heart beat a little louder. "but don't tell him i told you. i promised i wouldn't."

"never. i'd never take this from you." he rests his one hand beside your thigh on the bean bag, while the other goes to smooth over his cheek. the poor boy would die of embarrassment if he were to witness all this affection bestowed upon him. "thank you for telling me."

your gazes meet again, the love in them mixing together into a warm goo, filling the room and connecting the three of you forever.

"of course."

there's a comfortable silence between you and the man. a man you met mere minutes ago but when he bends over to pick up the bracelet made out of red string and continues to tie it back on your wrist without a word, you're certain you know him. or maybe knew him in another life; whatever the case, you were meant to meet again.

you thank him but he casually brushes it off as if it wasn't a big deal, as if he did it on instict, his fingers already itching to do things for you.

"is your bladder about to explode, by the way?" teasing. his tone is teasing and you can't help but reward him with another smile. his favourite pay.

"yes– yes, it fucking is." it takes you a second to realize what just slipped from between your lips. eyes growing twice their size as you stare back at satoru, who's, of course, already silently laughing, the corners of his lips reaching his ears. "you heard nothing."

"this is who's been taking care of the kids? wow, does the faculty know of the foul mouth you're sporting?"

"hey!" you whisper shout at him and before you can even register your own movements, your free hand lands a soft punch against his strong chest. it's always very unprofessional to have crushes on the parents. this time real heat paints your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

"sorry– i'm sorry." the only thing you can do is to mutter a quick apology - you're embarrassing yourself and you can't even run from it, the sleeping boy keeping you in your place and you're honestly ready to spiral because you just kind of hit (punched, even) him - this is definitely you crossing a line. and what if he really gets mad now and actually tells the faculty—

another wave of laughter breaks you from your thoughts. and then his own hand makes contact – landing firmly on your thigh; not to far up to make it like that but it's there to reassure that he's not a snitch of any kind and that's he's truly happy to have you as megumi's teacher. nothing better than having a real person looking after your boy.

but it is satoru gojo – it wouldn't be him if he didn't tease you properly at least once. "you're so cute like this. curses and hits being thrown here and there, whew! a great rolemodel for the kids, for sure."

you're burning up, almost afraid that you'll wake gumi with the heat emitting from your body. satisfied with the result, satoru gives your thigh a squeeze. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. no harm done, right?"

he's gazing at you, borderline burning his eyes into yours with a sly smirk and now you also understand why megumi keeps calling his guardian very annoying every chance he gets.

"yeah." you quirp. "anyway, my ass is getting really sore now, so i think it's best to-" in attempt to escape the stealth attack on your heart, you try to change the topic, even when the weight of satoru's eyes stays on you for a second longer.

you shift your gaze to megumi, raising your hand to his face, gently tracing down his nose and booping it. you brush more of his hair from his face, trying to pull him from his dreamland as softly as you can. "megumi, look, who's here...."

his lips press into another pout as you land a second boop on his nose, finally making him stir. his eyes open ever so slowly, gazing up at you as he raises his fist to rub out the sleep.

"hey, gumi."

satoru's voice stills the boy. his body doesn't move, his eyes alone turning from you to the source of the voice. and the second his green eyes meet the blue ones – he's burying his face into the crook of satoru's neck. you observe their little reunion; megumi's hands are so tight around his neck, most certainly choking the man but he doesn't mind. he doesn't mind at all. satoru's arms wrap around the boy, holding him safe and sound right to his chest, to his heartbeat.

"missed me?"

megumi grumbles something into him, something unintelligible but most definitely something that resembles a kid's insult. satoru's mischievous eyes meet yours and you bite your lip, trying to look as stern as possible when the both of you know that you're just holding back another beautiful smile.

"let's go home, yeah?"

megumi nods as satoru stands with the boy in his arms. when you start pushing yourself up, he lends you a hand - his warm fingers easily engulfing yours in a quick motion. the touch lingers, skin on skin longer than needed. neither of you say comment on it – the butterflies in your stomach would gladly do all of the talking for you. you walk them to the door, staring at the sleepy little megumi, who's glancing at you over satoru's shoulder every two seconds.

you hand satoru megumi's pack and then gently place his jacket over his shoulders before giving one final rub on his back. "be good, yeah?"

he hums back, green eyes finding safe haven in yours. another smile is threathing to show when you wink at him, so he buries himself back into satoru's neck, making the man laugh loudly. this is the first time you hear it for real. it ripples through his whole body, his chest –shaking megumi as it does, it bounces off the walls of the room and finds its way to you and your ears. it's irresistible – you can't not respond with the same when he does it, the current just pulling you along. and it'll keep you for a long time.

"it was nice to meet you. finally."

"oh, you've been waiting for this?"

...

yeah, you walked right into that one, you admit your unfortune, but luckily megumi is there to save you by giving him a hard nudge on the back.

"okay, okay, little guy.... can't even hit on his teachers in peace..." he sighs, earning a way stronger hit and a way darker blush on your cheeks. "it was really nice meeting you too. finally."

you give him a small nod, fingers playing with the bracelet. you watch him carry the boy toward the door, ready to go home and calm your heart.

"wait-" satoru turns just as he steps outside into the sunlight. his eyes shine now even more than they did inside, almost blinding you. "how come you're not running to the bathroom? i thought you were dying."

"well, i was trying to be polite and wait until you leave, so you know..." lowering your voice, you tell him: "fuck off already." flashing him one final smile, the one he's gonna think about for the rest of the night (for the rest of many many nights), you motion for him to move along.

a quick little bye is all he gets before you close the door after him, leaving him standing in from of the house with a stupid smitten grin on his face. if it weren't for megumi, he'd probably stay standing there. "they said fuck." the boy whispers.

"fuck yeah." he laughs before he ruffles megumi's hair, finally making their way over to his car. "by the way, you're an awful wingman, buddy..."

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ellecdc · 5 months

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Wolfstar x bookworm!reader

What about reader, Regulus and Barty have their own little chaotic book club and Wolfstar often have to go in search of reader as Barty happens to enjoy switching the location of said meetings.

Wolfstar Sirius, ends up dragging reader away for cuddles and reader ends up reading to them, running her fingers through Sirius's hair as he needs extra affection

Hope this inspires you, I hope you feel better soon, sending all my optimism your way 🫶

you guys really came through with the cutest wolfstar requests - thank you and I owe you my life

poly!wolfstar x bookworm!reader who has a book club with Regulus and Barty...much to Sirius' chagrin

CW: fem!reader, Sirius being a sucky baby, Barty being a shit disturber, Regulus being exhausted, Remus being there for the drama

Remus didn’t bother looking up from his book at the sound of his dorm room door slamming open unceremoniously followed by the sound of Quidditch equipment falling in a heap on the ground because he didn’t need to; it had Sirius written all over it.

Not only would Prongs never treat his equipment with such disrespect and disregard, but he also always came back from practice far too excitedly.

“Fucking hells, Prongs is working us hard.” Sirius grumbled as he fell face first spread-eagle onto his bed.

“Rough.” Remus gruffed back, knowing better than to try to say anything even remotely supportive of James’ coaching methods, but also not feeling particularly sorry for his boyfriend, seeing as he actively chooses to be on the Gryffindor team every year.

“Where’s our dolly?” Sirius mumbled into his bedding.

Remus failed to smother a smirk as he flipped a page in his book. “Reading.”

Sirius’ head popped up at that as he looked at Remus bemusedly. “Then why isn’t she here reading with you?”

“Because she’s reading with her book club.”

Remus’ response was met with a small bout of silence.

A very small bout.

“Why aren’t you in the book club?”

Remus finally let his book fall to his lap in order to consider Sirius. “Because I’m not reading the same book as they are.”

“Who’s they?”

“Sirius.” Remus warned.

“Remus.” Sirius returned without hesitation.

The two boys stared insistently at the other; Remus fighting the urge to laugh at how petulant Sirius looked with his hair still all windswept and falling out of the bun he’d thrown it in for practice.

“Who’s they?” Sirius repeated with faux casualty.

“Regulus and Junior.”

All faux casualty was thrown out the window as Sirius slammed his hands onto his bed and sat up on his knees quickly. “You’re sodding kidding me!”

“‘Fraid not, Pads.” Remus offered as he turned to look back down at his book.

Sirius was having none of that as he accio’d Remus’ book into his hand.

“You let her leave with Regulus and Junior!?”

“What do you mean let, Pads? I’m not her keeper.” Remus scolded. Sirius looked like he really wanted to argue with that point, but also knew better.

“Well…this is just not right at all!”

“What makes it wrong, Sirius? That she’s not here to cuddle you?” Remus asked flatly.

“Yes!” He shouted in exasperation as he headed towards the dorm room door, and whilst Remus found his boyfriend quite exhausting right now, he couldn’t pass up the show this was guaranteed to provide.

Any tension that dissipated from Sirius’ shoulders as he spotted you in the library quickly returned when he also spotted his younger brother and his brother’s best friend sitting along with you.

Regulus rolled his eyes and snapped his book shut abruptly knowing full well that Sirius’ temper tantrum was about to force their book club to a close, but Barty simply smirked at the promise of some drama.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid this book club is closed; we’ve already hit our quota for Black’s.” Barty jeered as Sirius approached your table.

“Sod off, Junior.” He grumbled quietly.

“Hi Siri! How was your practice?” You asked cheerfully; Remus almost laughed at the way most of Sirius’ ire melted away at the question.

“Long.” He pouted, causing you to coo in sympathy.

“James working you too hard?” You asked tenderly, taking his first two fingers into your hand from where his hand was dangling dejectedly beside you.

“Oh cry me a sodding river, Black.” Barty scoffed. “Now would you skedaddle please? We’re trying to have a tantalising discussion on the ins and outs of the literary masterpiece Alice in Wonderland.”

Remus couldn't restrain the laugh that bubbled out of him at that. “Are you guys actually reading Alice in Wonderland?”

“Yes.” Regulus sneered defensively.

“Treasure thought I’d love it.” Barty explained haughtily. “And she was right.”

“I don’t give a thestral’s arse what you’re reading, Junior; I want my girlfriend back!” Sirius barked, earning him shushes from surrounding students.

Barty looked like he was thoroughly enjoying the verbal sparring that was no doubt growing to near physical sparring levels when Regulus rolled his eyes and stood. “Barty, please; I really don’t feel like fielding one of my brother’s meltdowns.”

“Maybe I feel like fielding one of your brother’s meltdowns; did you ever think about that, Regulus? Salazar, you Black’s are so selfish.” He spat with vitriol; and though he continued berating his friend, he did in fact collect his book and his notes and stand from the table, continuing to jeer at Regulus as they exited the library.

“I’m sorry we interrupted your book club, lovebug.” Remus placated as you turned to consider your two boyfriends.

“I’m not!” Sirius argued quickly. “I wanted my post-practice cuddles.” He pouted, the end of his sentence trailing off as Remus noted the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Your face softened as you looked at Sirius with equal parts love and teasing. “I’m terribly sorry, Siri.”

“Well…thank you.” He mumbled.

“Come on then.” Remus offered with a laugh, patting Sirius on the bum roughly. “Let’s go for our post-practice cuddles then.”

You stood from the table, accepting Remus’ hand as you did.

“No, none for Moony.” Sirius whined petulantly, causing Remus to scoff indignantly.

“Why not!?”

“You have not been sympathetic nor helpful in the slightest to my plight.”

“I came with you to fetch her!” Remus defended.

“No.” Sirius started, throwing him a glare that held little to no malice. “You came to watch me argue with Junior and Reg.”

“Same thing.” Remus muttered quietly, earning him another glare from Sirius.

You squeezed Remus’ hand twice as you bumped your elbow into Sirius’ side, encouraging him to throw an arm over your shoulders. “What book would you like to read, Sirius?” You asked him sweetly.

And that’s how Remus found himself laying on his bed alone as you and Sirius laid in his bed; Sirius’ head propped on your chest as you read from the beginning of Alice in Wonderland and played with his hair the way he liked equally in his human and animagus form. And Remus couldn’t find it in him to be particularly perturbed when the two of you looked so sodding sweet.

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meameagirl · 2 years

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hello, could you write one where Joe gets jealous because one of his nephews has a "crush" on yn? 💜💜

Nephews | Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: Joe and you go to his bother house for a dinner when his nephews keep taking your attention from Joe.

word count: 718

Warning: jealous Joe

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You and Joe were heading over to his brother's house for a dinner that his family invited them to last night. You smiled big. “I can't see your little nephews again. Did you know they both like me a lot?” You smiled even bigger thinking about those boys.

Joe chuckled out. “You tell me that everytime we go see them Y/n” You roll your eyes. “You know it's been ages since we even saw them. You know you miss them too.” He just shakes his head while pulling up to his brother's house. The two cutest boys were outside chasing each other as you got out of the car.

Once they noticed you they ran to you yelling your name. “Y/n you here we miss you so much.” Both of them hug you tight. “Oh my look how much you two have grown up.” Joe walks around the car and pats the boy's head. “Hey to you boys.” He told them. Both of them look at him. “Hi Uncle Joe” before Joe could get another word out the boys grabbed your hand. “Come play with us”

You look over at Joe with a big smile before they pull you in the house. Joe signs. ‘’They act like I'm not here” He goes inside the house too. You sat in the living room playing some game you didn't understand but you were having fun. Joe was watching them when his brother walked to him. “You know mother taught us not to stare and that kind of stare is not good. Why are you watching them?”

He turns to his brother. “I wasn't staring, just watching them.” His brother gave him a look. “That staring is not why I want kids. That stare is jealous. So why are you jealous of my boys? " Joe shakes his head and looks over at the boys and you. “They barely even noticed I was there until I said something. They were more happy to see Y/n” His brother patted his back. “She is still new to them but don't worry once they understand football. They're gonna be bugging you more than her. Plus I believe those two got their first crush feelings.”

Joe looks at him. “With my girl?” His brother laughs. “To them she is pretty, you should be happy they like her. Maybe after all she is a keeper.'' While they were talking you were listening to the boys and teaching you how the game works. You turn to where Joe was and see him and his brother were speaking. You couldn't read their lips but Joe's body language told you what he was feeling.

You turn back to the boys. “Boys, I have an idea , want to have more fun?” They both look at you with the biggest eyes ever. Gosh they are cute. You giggles how they lookin at you like you are their favorite person ever. “Listen, wanna make Uncle Burrow a happy man for a few seconds.” They both nod. You smiled.

“Here is my plan, see him over there right.” They nod again. “Well I think he is having a bad day so why don't you two go tackle him and make his day better’’ you smiled bigger when the boys ran to Joe and tackled him. His brother starts laughing while you watch it all happen. He looks at you and mouths “thank you” to you.

Around two hours later you and Joe were getting ready to leave. Both of yall were outside when he turned to you. “I know it wasn't their idea to come after me like two football players.” You only look at him. “No clue what you are talking about Burrow. Maybe they miss you too.” He gives you a look and you shrug.”They love you, believe me they are happy to have you as their uncle. Who knows maybe they will be like you and be in the NFL” You walk to his car.

“Second, next time you don't want people to know you're jealous, control your body language. Because you suck at that.” He looks at you. “I'm good at doing that on the field , not with my girlfriend.” You open the door, “Let go home. I want kisses and cuddles from my jealous man.”

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This my first time doing a request or writing anything on this app. But I hope y'all enjoy this little story.

#joeburrowxreader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow #joseph lee burrow #cincinnati football #cincinnati #cincinnati bengals #bengals (nfl)#nfl #nfl imagine #quarterback #9 #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you

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lianaloverr · 5 months

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Hi friend :)

I saw that you're requests were open, and i was wondering if you could write a one-shot about Sam, where the reader has a kid from a past relationship and how they (Sam and said child) get along. there isnt a whole lot of just sam on here, and i love you're writing :)

He’s Ours Now

Sam Golbach x Mother!reader

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summary: you were worried about him meeting your son, but it turned out better that you thought..

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Warnings: none really , just fluff:)

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Word count: 903

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I quite literally love this idea so i did it.

(pretend this is a boy)

“So, how did the date go?”

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“It was amazing, he’s such a nice guy I think you’d love him.” you say to your sister, overly excited about your date that just happened. “Ooo. Who bought dinner?” she asks, being all dramatic. “We split why?” you answer, genuinely confused.

“He’s a keeper.” she says and you both start laughing. When the laughter died down, she asked, “So how did he react when he found out you had a son?” then it was dead silent. “Y/n, you told him right?” she questioned. “I didn’t know, it didn’t slip out.” you say, guilty. “Y/n! You know this is the main reason why people don’t go out with you the second time! you don’t tell them!” she lectures you. “I’m sorry! It’s just, he’s a great guy and i didn’t want to mess it up,”

“You have to invite him over and tell him about your son, and show him.” she says firmly. “But-,“ “No but’s,” she interrupts you. “you can’t mess this up again y/n.”

Sam💗

You: Hey, do u wanna come over for a second date?

Sam: Yea that sounds great! When?

You: I was thinking maybe tmw?

Sam: ofc, that works!

You: But, theirs someone i want u to meet.

Sam: ?

You: You’ll see when u come tmw. See u.

Sam: mkay.

You were rushed with nervousness. Just the thought of tomorrow was sending a burning sensation down your spine. You thought of every possible scenario, and non of them were good. What if he just walks out when he’s sees him? What if he just doesn’t even come? It was all giving you a severe headache. But it had to be done, effective immediately.

The next day…

It was 20 minutes before Sam was supposed to get there. You were running around getting pizza and snacks so you all could chill out. You were still nervous indeed, but you had other things to worry about.

“Mommy, can I have some pizza?” your son, Meteo asked. “Of course baby, come grab a plate.” say as you hand it to him from the kitchen. As you put the piece of pizza on his plate, you can’t help but to stare in awe.

Things have been really tough for you guys. You were barely making enough money for rent with your full-time barista job down the street. And Mateo’s dad not being in his or your life, it’s just all one big blob for you. Your son brings joy to all of your days. And you always swore you would be with him through thick and thin.

An abrupt knock at your door kicks your thoughts out the way. You look at your watch and it reads 4:30. You think, “Damn, that 20 minutes went by fast.”

Once you get in front of the door, you straighten out your clothes making sure there is no wrinkle. You also look around your tiny 1 bedroom apartment to make sure there is no trash. When you do, you open the door to a smiling Sam.

“Omg, hi!!!” you say as you wrap him in a tight hug. “Hey! I’ve missed you.” he says as you let go. “I’ve missed you too.” you say, genuinely.

“Mommy?” your son says out of the blue. All of the sudden your heart drops. What will he think? It was all in the moment. You just had to see.

“Well, who’s this little guy?” Sam says, with an expression you couldn’t quite make-out. “Uh, this is my son, Mateo.” you say with a shaky voice. Sam lowers himself to eye level with your son. “Hey little buddy!” Sam says with joy in his tone. “Hi!!!” Mateo says in the cutest little baby voice. “Oh my goodness he is so cute,” Sam says looking up at you. “how old is he?” he asks. “He’s 3.” you answer. “Oh well this is the custody 3 year old i’ve ever seen!” Sam says, making your son giggle.

“You have blonde hair.” Your son Says. “Well yes I do, do you wanna feel it?” Sam questions. Mateo doesn’t answer, he just touches his hair, laughing uncontrollably. “Thank you mister.” Mateo says as he walks off and Sam gets back to ee level with you. “So, are you gonna invite me in?”

The whole night, you, Sam, and Mateo were goofing around, eating pizza and snacks, enjoying yourselves. Sam and Mateo got along way better than you thought. Sam ran around your apartment with him on his back acting like a rocket-ship. The sight making you want to tear up.

You have never met someone who wanted to be in your son’s life as much as Sam.

All of the sudden, the date was over, and you were waking Sam out the door. “Wait mister,” Mateo says, giving a hug to Sam, who started smiling and hugged back. Mateo suddenly runs off into your room, and it was just you and him. “Thank you so much.” was the first words that came out your mouth. “For What?”

“For not abandoning me when you found out I had a kid.” you say wholeheartedly. “No of course, he’s the best kid i’ve ever good along with.” “You can expect a call back from me.” you say as you and him bust out laughing.

“Yeah, but your son is great.” He says quietly. “No, He’s ours now.”

You guys, I loved this. ty to my mutual @hales-multi-stan for this request! Remember, my request are always open!

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letsgetrowdy43 · 7 months

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I know the little Hughes au and keeper of my heart are two different universes but I was just thinking about little cousins interacting and how cute it would be and Jack and Quinn loving watching their kids play together 😭🤧

A little Hayden and Mei play date would be adorable omg 🤭. Ellen would get them matching dolls and pyjamas and it would literally be the cutest thing ever omg.

I haven't talked much about it, but on the littlest Hughes the kids do have cousins, jack has a son a year before Maeve is born (I believe I named him Weston), and I feel like Luke would have his first around the same time they welcome Maeve into the world!!!

#thelittlesthughesau!!#keeperofmyheartau!!

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doodling-doodle · 1 year

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Under The Water

While shifters were somewhat common, and magic users were even more common, the two mixing was not that common.

Half human and half siren. That in itself wasn’t that common.

There could be at least twenty magic users on the island that village was on, including himself.

Rodolfo Parra was the only shifter. He never hid it, he didn’t have to.

He understood nearly everything about humans at this point.

The one thing he did not understand was the hatred, fear, and mistreatment of Krakens.

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Ever since he was a child, he knew that he was a little unique. The village he grew up in had never seen a shifter, let alone a siren shifter. They were moving around a lot. At the time, Siren’s were on the verge of being endangered. So they were on the run.

Until now. He was an adult. He was in a village on his own, his parents weren’t there with him. It was a small village, but it was nice. The people were nice. The lighthouse keepers were likely the cutest couple he had ever seen, and their son was honestly adorable. He loved it.

He sighed as he went to the well, but smiled when he saw John and Phil, the lighthouse Keepers, walking to the village, towards him.

“John, Phil! I wasn’t expecting you today!” He said, smiling, thought he looked worried when they ran up, concerned.

“Rudy, we hate to be the barers of bad news, but there’s a storm on the way and we need help if you can give it.” Phil said.

He panicked a little, but he nodded, “I’ll let everyone know, go to my scrapyard, get something to reinforce the lighthouse.” He said.

They nodded, running off to his house to get metal that he had collected from the ocean.

He ran to tell the village, quickly getting the word around before he ran back to his house.

He could hear the thunder in the distance. He could sense how bad the storm was going to be.

They spent about two hours trying to get the lighthouse reinforced, and Kyle came out at some point to help. Apparently, the poor kid fell in the water while he was drawing. Lost his sketchbook too. Thankfully, it was a new one, so, it wasn’t a horrible loss. But it was sad. He might’ve hurt his head, too. But he wanted to help, and he seemed alright.

They ended up being able to get quite a bit done in that time. Most of the Lighthouse was renfoced. They just had to get the glass replaced and the top part done.

The storm was probably going to hit overnight.

Rodolfo saw Kyle sneak off to the dock, but didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he had something down there to save.

He got some metal from a scrapyard while Phil found some glass

"Do you think it'll hold?" Kyle asked once the glass was put up.

"We'll see." John replied, "we can't do much more unless we get stronger metal or get more to just try and reinforce it."

Phil sighed, "we got everything we could take from the scrapyard… anything on the ship?"

"I'll check." Kyle said, running down to the dock.

He wanted to follow to see if there was something down there. But he didn't. He did hear Kyle jump up on the ship and doors opening. So he knew he was there.

He came back a few minutes later with a few more pieces of metal. They could use it to get the weak parts better reinforced. It was… well, it wouldn’t be fine, but it’d be better then not helping it at all.

They didn’t need to panic.

“That should do it.” John said, sighing, “Rudy, you need to take care of your own house.”

“Are you sure this will be okay?” He asked.

“Yes. Go, you need to make sure your house will survive.” Phil said.

He nodded, running back to his house in the village, seeing the other townsfolk scrabbling to get their windows and doors boarded.

He was doing the exact same.

He managed to get it done just as the sky turned dark and grey.

The next day…

He stayed up all night, not able to sleep through the night due to the storm.

“Oh, god…” He whispered when he got outside, seeing the damage. The windows and doors were all boarded up, so, it seemed like it was okay… mostly.

He went to the lighthouse to check on them, and saw that it was…

“Oh… oh my god…”

The tower of the lighthouse was gone. Knocked over.

Phil was outside, crying on his own.

He ran over to hug him, hugging him tight while he fell to his knees.

“It’s okay, Phil, it’s alright.” He whispered, holding him tight.

“It’s gone… It’s all gone…”

“We can rebuild it, make it stronger.”

He sighed, looking at it.

They could use some of the metal from it. Rebuild it from that.

John sighed as he walked out, seeing what was left of the tower.

He went up to Phil, holding him tight, looking at what was left.

“We’ll fix this, Phil… I promise.”

Five days later…

Rodolfo sighed as he got back in the water. He was helping John and Phil with the Lighthouse. It was… bad. But, the whole village came to help. They got the tower built, got the light put back up. It was okay.

But he finally got back in the water, shifting as he did

He smiled as he started swimming around for a bit, going out to the open ocean.

He loved this. He loved swimming round like this. It was comforting in a way. Not worrying about needing air. Just being able to do something he loved.

Something felt… wrong, this time.

He brushed it off, thinking it was just from the storm…

… Until he got caught in a net, that was.

He was screaming for help as he was brought out of the water, trying to break the net as he just barely got out of the water.

But he saw jet black tentacles coming out of the water, going to the ship and snapping it in half while snapping the rope on the net, dropping him back in the water

Or, almost, before he was caught by the same tentacles

He was gently brought back under water, and he looked at the Kraken that saved him

"Are you okay?!" The Kraken asked

He slowly nodded, "shaken... but I'm alright."

"Good... my name is Alejandro."

"Rodolfo."

He found himself melting in the gentle touch, and he sighed.

"Your... your a shifter." Alejandro said, looking at the sigil on his tail, towards his hip

"Human and siren..." He said

"How... unique. I've never seen that."

"It's not common..."

"Shall I take you back to shore?"

He nodded, and Ale gently led him to the shore, and he sighed

"Thank you, Alejandro." He said

"No problem. I'm glad your okay."

"Can I... meet back up with you?"

"I'll come back here for you."

He nodded, smiling, "thank you so much..."

Alejandro smiled, “See you soon.” he swam away, leaving Rodofo stunned, but happy.

Kraken’s were mostly harmless. They only did harmful things if provoked… as he just saw.

He was excited to see him again.

He hoped it was soon.

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@lvndr-swtr

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #john price #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #aledolfo #alejandro x rodolfo #Under The Water AU

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wallcrawlparker · 1 year

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— character info sheet.

(repost, don’t reblog)

name: Peter Benjamin Parker

name meaning: Peter (Greek) Meaning: Rock; Stone Benjamin (Hebrew) Meaning: Son of the South Parker (Old English) Meaning: Park Keeper

nicknames: Pete, Petey-Pie (Thanks Deadpool), Spidey, Underoos/Kid (Mister Stark, I swear), Penis Parker (Flash is very penis-obsessed..), Queens (Steve)

nicknames meaning: Pete - Shortened version of Peter Petey-Pie - Deadpool thinks Peter's adorable Spidey - Nickname for Spider Spoods - The mun is weird and likes to go with that Underoos / Kid - Tony Stark will never get over Peter's first suit being 'a onesie', and his age Penis Parker - Flash is a jealous brat with 0 creativity Queens - During his fight with Steve Rogers, he mentioned he was from Queens

alias/es: Spider-Man

Gender/Sexual identity: Cis Male, Panromantic and Demisexual

ethnicity: American with Irish Heritage from his mother one (i do what i want) pictures you like best of your muse:

The 'please say sike' pic

The hungriest of Spider Boys

The cutest of babies

three h/cs you never told anyone:

Peter's always been really skilled with science and tech... as well as stubborn. The fake Iron Man mask and gauntlet he is seen wearing at the Stark Expo when he was 5 were made by him - using the LEDs and bits from electronic parts of a toy ambulance he'd been gifted - having hated the sound it made anyway, he destroyed it and made himself something he actually liked. He was very proud.

Peter is convinced and insists that KAREN, FRIDAY and DUM-E can, in fact, feel emotions and have their own preferences like anyone else. He's working on discovering their favourite song, colour, and movie. Yes, he puts on a movie for them to 'watch' from time to time, and has Karen play music on patrols so she can get acquainted with various kinds.

Peter doesn't want people to ever feel unwelcome or uncomfortable and will go out of his way to make them feel safe and wanted - as he has struggled with feeling abandoned himself. For example, he always subtly adds Loki-friendly items around the compound when the God is around to help lessen tension; green blanket on the couch, extra chair at the table, etc. He doesn't take credit, he wants it to seem natural.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Reading on the ceiling, it feels grounding (HAH, get it?)

Playing videogames with other heroes

building and repairing tech in the labs

eight people your character likes / loves:

May Parker

Ben Parker

Ned Leads

Michelle Jones

Tony Stark

Happy

The Avengers

two things your character regrets:

Not being able to protect Tony

Messing with the first spell from Strange... it would have been easier to deal with Spiderman being forgotten than himself entirely

two phobias your character has:

Claustrophobia

Disappointing others

Abandonment

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tagging: any of my bb's, y'all feel free to tag me

#Aesthetics || Peter Parker #Aesthetics || Spider Man #Peter Parker RP #Spider Man RP #Marvel RP #Spiderman RP

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ihaveacorgi · 1 year

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Sirius finds his way to the astronomy tower sometime in seventh year. He and Remus fought, and he thinks it might be over this time.

He screams into the night and throws a bottle of Fire Whiskey over the edge. He doesn’t hear it shatter. He starts to cry then. Blacks don’t cry! He hears in a voice that sounds like his mother’s. The black family madness is finally catching up, he thinks as silent tears keep running down his cheeks. He wasn’t a loud crier. He could never afford to be.

He sits down on the edge with his feet dangling over and pats all of his pockets for a cigarette. He had loaned them to Remus. Sirius lets out a harsh laugh and instead begins twisting one of the rings on his finger, watching as the tears drip onto his jeans.

He looks up as he feels a presence next to him. It’s Reggie. “Fuck off, Reg.” His heart isn’t in it.

Regulus says nothing as he holds out a pack of smokes, no filter and definitely muggle.

Sirius takes one and lights it with a snap of his fingers. It was a wandless magic trick he’d perfected in fourth year, partly to impress Remus and partly to show off for girls. “What would mother dearest say if she knew her perfect little Regulus was smoking muggle cigs?”

Reggie shrugs. “I don’t give a shit about the politics.”

“Why, then?”

“You know why, Sirius,” he says, lighting his own cigarette and taking a drag.

Sirius has so much he wants to ask his brother, so many questions running through his head that he may never have the chance to ask again. “Can I see it?” he asks instead. He knows, on some deep level that Regulus had taken the Mark. He can’t bring himself to believe it, not unless he sees it.

“You don’t want to,” Reggie replies. Sirius looks over at him, his vision still blurry from the tears, and he looks young again. He looks like he did when they were both kids, before Hogwarts and before the threat of the war loomed so closely overhead, like a executioner’s axe. The tears fall, and his vision clears enough, and the boy before him is Regulus Arcturus Black, heir to the House of Black. He looks more tired than he should, at only sixteen. He looks worn out and exhausted.

“They could protect you, Reg. I could—”

Reg scoffs. “It’s too late for me, Sirius. I’m going to die, and it’s going to be for nothing.” Regulus blinks, then, and seems to realize what he’s said. “Goodnight, Sirius.” He walks away. Sirius wants to call him back. To make him stop, wait, stay, but he stays quiet. He gets the feeling that this is the last conversation he’ll ever have with Reggie, but he ignores it. He stays out until sunrise, and, as he turns to leave in the early morning light, Sirius sees a pack of cigarettes, left for him by his brother.

He puts them in his jacket pocket and forgets about them.

* * *

Sirius sits at the top of the astronomy tower, a bottle of Fire Whiskey in hand. School’s out for the summer. Lily and James are in hiding, and Sirius isn’t the secret keeper. It’s Peter. It should be Remus, but he doesn’t know if they can trust Remus. He doesn’t know who he can trust, other than James. He doesn’t even trust Dumbledore, and isn’t that something.

He’s wearing the old leather jacket that he’d forgotten in the castle sometime at the end of seventh year. He absentmindedly pulls out a pack of smokes and lights one, inhaling the unfamiliar brand and coughing a bit at the taste. He looks down at the carton. They’re Reggie’s cigarettes.

He looks up at the sky and finds him up there, the heart of the lion. “It’s you and me again, isn’t it. I guess I can trust you, huh? You’re dead. You can’t tell anyone about James and Lily. I know you always hated him. Hell you might’ve liked him, if you gave him a chance. They had a kid, you know? He’s almost one. Cutest little fucker. Looks just like his dad, expect for the eyes. I bet he could even make you smile. Right little seeker there in the making, you’d think it was so cute. Or maybe you’d just murder him because of Lily’s parents. Or just because your ‘lord’ said so. Cause that’s what you did, right? He said jump and you asked how fucking high.”

Sirius takes a drink and a few more drags of the cigarette. He’s quiet for a while, and it feels like he’s waiting for something that will never come.

“Did it mean anything?” he finally asks. “You said it wouldn’t mean anything, so why’d you let it happen? You know what, fuck you, Reggie. Fuck you! Fuck you for staying in that place and fuck you for dying! Fuck you for being just like them! Fuck you for letting them do that! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Sirius was screaming by the end, just like Mother, says a voice that sounds a lot like Regulus. Sirius doesn’t throw the bottle, this time, but it’s a near thing. “Why, Reggie? Why’d you let them kill you?” Sirius whispers, Why’d I let them kill you? he doesn’t.

He watches as Regulus disappears behind the horizon. “I’m sorry, Reggie,” he whispers to the night sky, hoping that somewhere Regulus can hear him and praying at the same time that he can’t. He puts the cigarettes back in his pocket, and, later, when he’s the only soul left awake, he takes the passage to Hogsmeade and Apparating first to London, then to the English coast, then as to near the small Black cottage on the coast of France as he could get without tripping any alarms. It was a place where he and Reg had been allowed to spend summers sometimes, away from Orion and Walburga. It was Reggie’s favorite place when they were kids, and he used to love splashing in the waves. He’d always been a good swimmer. Sirius tosses the pack of cigarettes into the waves. There’d never been a body they could bury, so this is the best he can do, to lay Reggie to rest. The family had a funeral, but Sirius doubted Reggie would’ve liked it. He wouldn’t want to be stuck in the Black Family Mausoleum, no matter what he’d done for the Dark Lord. Sirius hopes Reggie’s free. He watches the cigarettes sink and thinks about staying in France. Leaving the war behind. Taking Lily and James and Remus and running far away from the Dark Lord. Instead, he takes one last look at the ocean and whispers “goodbye, Reggie,” as he Apparates away.

#my post #wolfstar #sirius orion black #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus x sirius #remus lupin #james potter #the noble house of black #the noble and most ancient house of black #black family #black brothers #marauders #marauders era #padfoot

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aaami · 2 years

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Not sure if you've answered this before but seeing your art of Faurin (the cutest btw) made me wonder how the disaster duo handle becoming parents? It seems like a baby/little kid would complicate the bloody shenanigans they get up to. Do they just bring her along in a baby carrier? If so who wears it?

I have briefly talked about this before, I think, but I don't mind doing so again!!

First of all, they are really nervous when they find out that thy are going to become parents. It wasn't planned, they had barely even talked about do they ever want kids or not (since it didn't feel realistic to them), so it's a lot to take in. But they decide that heck, if it's meant to happen, then so be it, they'll do their best! It's a new, different kind of adventure! Of course, fitting a child into their very hectic and bloody lives is really difficult, plus admittedly people around them are especially worried about Cicero, since he is certainly doesn't appear to be the best parent material (he does recognize this as well and it does worry him too at times).

But, surprisingly, things work out just fine! Against all odds, they end up being surprisingly good parents, although can be a bit weird. But they love Faurin and want nothing but the best for her, so that's really all that matters. (Funnily, Faurin has very happy and fun childhood, despite being raised in a DB sanctuary... She never feels weird about it nor scared, the DB is her family and all the things part of it are also part of her.)

For a while all contracts are given to other members, since Kajo wants to spend time with baby Faurin, but eventually she starts taking them herself again as well. She never brings little Faurin along when she's out on a contract, it's simply just too dangerous and too scary. Sometimes Cicero stays at the Sanctuary with Faurin, but Babette is a great babysitter and gladly looks after her when the Listener and Keeper go out on a contract. (Serana also offers her help quite often, she is Faurin's godmother after all and has sworn to help her friends with anything.)

But to answer the baby carrier question... Kajo is usually the one carrying baby Faurin around when they are travelling somewhere and Cicero is a bit jealous, because he wants to carry his child too! (Kajo will let him, ofc)

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xokaus · 5 months

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ramble on, sweetheart

— ౨ৎ kid, monkey man female intended. light! nsfw content. black reader in mind but anyone can read. talks of trauma (his mothers death). kissing. him coded things. some modern au while others are set in the movie

⊹ having kid as a boyfriend . . . would be so fulfilling but deathly worrying. he’s so attentive (just as you are to him), kind, giving, gentle, and heartfelt.

worships the ground you walk on. full hands and knees type worships.

he definitely uses those big eyes to his advantage whether he knows it or not. feel like you’ve told him about it but he continues to deny it.

saves up his money from the tournaments to not only get a gun but get you something. like a bracelet or something memorable.

greets you bloody, dripping with sweat and dirt with a closed mouth, tired smile on his face every time he comes home to you.

even comes home with small groceries that you said you needed to pick up the day after, just cause it was “on his route,” quoted him, even though he most definitely had to cross some streets and walk a little longer to get it.

doesn’t sleep a lot so listens to you breath most nights (no matter how weird it sounds). enjoys it though, makes him feel comfortable.

definitely the type to kiss your hand and wrist. goes along with the worshipping part.

doesn’t really talk much. you know he has so much to say but he doesn’t say much of it. especially when it comes down to his feelings towards certain things.

he’s easy to read though. since you’ve been in a relationship you’ve realized how important it is to just let him be quiet and watch his eyes and behavior.

makes little jokes here and there, once he’s comfortable. especially if you’re already the playful type, yeah he’s make some sarcastic jokes.

feels embarrassed about his hands at first. he most definitely felt ashamed of them and lied about what happened for the first couple weeks of your relationship.

ends it telling you the truth late at night when he can’t sleep once he realizes that he’s comfortable enough w you and he’s iinnn looovvveee.

likes to lay on your chest and let you play with his hair. side note: i just know his hair is sooo soft but is almost all the time sticky and sweaty.

thinking about how he’d love hugging you after having a panic attack. like he’s breathing heavy, arms around you tight.

feel like if you ever gave him something for like luck or just a small gift he’d take it everywhere and/or wear it everyday.

also something that’s soo him coded is having a picture of you in his wallet. like the cutest picture ever on earth, taken by him of course.

thinks you're the best thing that has happen to him in a long time and he adores you.

will just stare at you without you knowing (while you’re focusing on something else) and go “you’re gorgeous.”

there’s no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t look at another woman like he looks at you. he wouldn’t dare even share a glance to them.

⊹ during his missions, he wouldn’t get you involved unless you wanted to be.

he would consider it for a little, just because you want to but deep down he’s just wants to say no and that be the end of it.

losing you scares him and to put you in the position where he would lose you is the last thing he wants to do.

when he leaves and doesn’t know if he coming back he says, “i’ll be with you forever soon.” before kissing your lips.

adding on to the gift one, he��d even carry it during his extreme antics. can’t help but think about him waking up after being shot, at the temple, and looking around for it (if it’s not on his person).

“the picture… that was in my pocket.” he’d ask quietly to the keeper. they point to the small bed side table, kid hadn’t taken note of before. he lets out almost a sigh once he finds the picture, but can’t help but worry about how you’re feeling. a frown slightly shadowing his face. “she’s beautiful,” the keeper comments.

when they put him on the news as a wanted terrorist, and even after, he stayed away, trying to keep you safe.

⊹ in his community, he’s seen the small kids grow up and older adults have seen him do so, so he’s very particular with who he introduces them to.

and let’s say he doesn’t hesitate all that much to do so with you.

i feel like the kids would warm up to you somewhat quickly.

feel like they would give you little trinkets or flowers they found, just cause.

if you play with them and kid witnesses?? he’s not gonna say it, he swears up and down it’s the cutest thing he’s seen in his life (gets baby fever).

⊹ in the sheets, he prefers sex to be passionate and loving. feel like he fucks you like it’s the last he’ll ever see you, every time.

feel like he’d like to rough with you sometimes. maybe if he’s stressed and he always asks if you want it rougher.

he talks you through it. like my god. but like really sweetly.

he’s a tit man! just feel like he’s too shy to look at your ass but definitely not shy enough to look down your top.

#ৎ੭ canons .#. ( kid )#little to no smut on this one cause i’m soo fluffy when thinking about this cutie!#monkey man #monkey man 2024 #monkey man movie #monkey man imagine #monkey man x reader #monkey man fanfiction #kid monkey man #kid x reader #monkey man kid x reader #dev patel #dev patel x reader #dev patel monkey man #dev patel imagine #dev patel fanfiction

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