#he's mad because of his husband in this but shh

[demonicsuffrage]

[undercvrfan444]

Crawling back to you

It had been weeks since you’d seen Gojo. He was called away on a mission awhile back and unfortunately you both knew it was going to be a long one. When you decided to marry him it was a big deal to him that you knew what burdens came with his line of work.

“I’m so sorry baby, i’ll come back home to you even if I have to crawl.” Gojo wanted nothing more than to spend his every waking moment of his life with you, but you knew it wasn’t possible. His words are bittersweet when reminiscing on them. you’d been in situations much like this one yet, it never got easier to say bye to him.

Gojo would spend hours holding you before his missions, because he didn’t know if it would be the last one he went on or not.

Yes, your husband is the modern age’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer, but that doesn’t mean he’s immortal.

When he’s away you try your hardest to occupy the lonely time by visiting friends, delving into a fun new tv series, or just simply spend time tidying up the house and doing “wifely” duties so your man would come home to a familiar environment.

After spending another day doing mundane tasks you decided to call it a night. Your phone call with Gojo had lasted only a few minutes but in that time he had told you “I’m sorry sweetheart, it doesn’t look like i’m going to be home any time soon.” To which you replied with your best comforting tone, “It’s okay, I know how much they need you there so just stay safe and come home when you can.”

It was hard staying positive with these difficult circumstances. All you wanted was to feel your husband in bed with you again and take care of him since he’d probably neglected himself to care of the younger sorcerers. It doesn’t matter what anyone said about your husband, he may crack jokes and tease people incessantly but he had a heart of gold underneath it all.

When you got out of the shower it was like any other night. Slipping on one of your husband’s larger shirts, (cliche you know!) pulling on a fresh pair of underwear, drying your hair, filling up your favorite water bottle, and turning on some silly movie for noise. At the beginning of your relationship with Gojo he had honestly found it a little annoying that you’d do so much before bed seeing as all he wanted to do was snuggle into you. But fortunately he came around to your little ritual with ease! Actually he would join you in filling up his water bottle even if he never drank from it, helping you pick a movie, and even brushing your hair for you when you were too tired.

All Satoru wanted so badly was to be a man that could provide for you. He craved to know you had needs that he met and would drive himself mad doing anything and everything you asked him to. It was just his way of showing love aside from teasing you of course.

The moment your head hit the pillow you were sound asleep. So when your husband eventually walks into your shared bedroom it’s a shock to feel a warm and strong body envelope yours. “W-wha-“

Gojo presses his lips into your head as you shift in his arm, confused at the new body in your bed. “Shh baby, it’s me it’s me.” He presses another kiss into you before you’re sitting up quickly, looking down at your husband.

“‘Toru?” You rub your eyes softly to get a better look at him. He’s handsome as ever, worn around the edges from being in a hostile environment but still that striking man you married. “yes ma’am?” is all he responds with before you’re sinking you head into his chest. Both your arms wrap around his waist the best you can in bed while he places both of his large hands on either side of your face, holding your gaze with the same gentleness you fell in love with when you’d met him.

“How are you home!? Y-You told me it wasn’t going to be anytime soon!” Small tears flood down your cheeks at the overwhelming situation. Gojo coos at you and wipes the tears that fall with the rough pads of his thumbs.

He places a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his chest and holding your body. “Oh don’t cry baby, i’m sorry I didn’t call you before I got home. Nanami called and said he would take over on the case since he knew i’d been stationed for so long. From there it’s been a whirlwind of constant moving to get back to you.”

Your head shakes frantically as you mesh closer into his body. “No don’t be sorry! M’ just glad t’have you home, are y’ hungry? Do you need me to do anythin’?” Sleep was etched into every word you spoke, your sentences running together.

Above you Gojo laughs and tightens his grip on you. “All I need is you in this bed with me, tucked against my chest, sleeping safely. We can worry about the rest in the morning.”

Lastly, one of the best parts of Gojo coming home isn’t just the sweet words he whispers to you before falling asleep. One of the best parts is when he seems to always wake up before you just to pull your panties down your bare legs so he can gently place your legs over his shoulders and dive into your cunt. Weeks have gone by without him being able to satisfy you and that’s the first thing on his mind when he sees your sleeping face.

He’s laps away at the slick arousal he pulls from your body like a starved man. You write above him and nothing beats hearing your sleep thick voice moaning his name while your hands pull the silky strands of his hair. “Hush baby. Let your husband do his job and make you feel good. She’s been such a good girl waiting for me to come home and take care of her.”

It doesn’t take an idiot to recognize he’s not talking to you. No. He’s taking to your pussy and fuck if it doesn’t make you want to jump his bones more than you already wanted to.

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[soulaires]

Sweet Dreams | A.W

pairings: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!Reader

synopsis: Aaron loves his daughter, he really do. Hell, he would burn down the world for her but sometimes,, all he wanted was to spend one night alone with you—his beloved pretty wife.

warnings: interrupted sexy times, domestic life, GIRL DAD AARON WARNER LESSGOOO, comfort, nightmares, Aaron Warner is so done, reader and dior are little shits, fluff, married life, light smut obvi, it was interrupted though (literally the whole plot) not proofread …

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🏷 :: @ravisinghs-wife @ab-baybay @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @cosmicswan @nomournersonefuneral @lilyevansstudygroup @arinexeisnotworking

Aaron Warner is a good father.

He really is, he educated himself on the risks, pros and cons, he even bought himself a book on how to take care of his pregnant wife, a beginners guide on being a father and what not.

He would like to pride himself that he knows about everything, knows how to handle when the baby cries, when the baby throws a tantrum, or when his daughter wants something and such.

but…

If there was one fact no one mentioned to Warner about being a father, it was just how quickly his sex life would evaporate.

He loves dior, he really does. She is his most beloved daughter, baby girl, light of his life, his princess, his Achilles heel (plus you, of course.) and unfortunately the bane of his existence.

he’s kidding.

but of course there are some times that he just wants an alone time with you, his beautiful wife without being interrupted by a certain little princess.

All because you drove him to madness, igniting an insatiable desire within him, awakening the hidden beast that eagerly salivated and panted in response to your lustful glances, strategically unleashed whenever the mood struck.

He would be a fool to lie and pretend you didn’t stir something inside of him, some wretched version of himself rattled the bars of its cage, akin to a hurricane relentlessly tearing through barriers to reach you whenever you allowed your sugar-sweet voice to caress his sensitive ears.

He was a slave for the love you easily gave him as if it’s the easiest thing you can ever do. How can you easily love someone like him? a hopeless man yearning for thirst and begging for a single drink, a solitary taste, as if dying of thirst and pleading at your feet.

You were his goddess, and the privilege of sharing your bed, your throne, surpassed all his wildest dreams. Simply being by your side was more than he believed he deserved, and he vividly recalled the day he first encountered you—the day you convinced him that he was truly worth something.

—

The room is awash with the silvery glow of the moon, you notice, setting a tranquil atmosphere that amusingly contradicts the feverish warmth of Aaron's caresses. His kisses trace a journey from the curve of your neck to the hollow of your navel. However, any sense of composure shatters when your husband playfully bites your right nipple, sending all rational thoughts scattering out the window.

“Ah, Aaron,” you groan after a sharp nip against your collarbone. “fuck! baby…I—we can’t—!”

“Shh, we can, love. Dior is asleep” he whispers against your ear, “just let me take care of my wife, yeah?” He said as he caressed your hair, admiring your beauty under him. “It’s just us…” he said as he chuckled and that made you shiver.

“Pretty, momma…look at you, my pretty wife.” Aaron shifts to readjust himself as he hurriedly vanishes the remaining clothes and attacks your lips and kisses you passionately and hungrily as if he has been starved for years.

“Gods—look at you, ma, pretty as life and poison, want me to put another baby on you, hm?” he said as he dragged his teeth against your chest to taste your beating heart and he then placed soft and slow kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb.

You draw him closer, intending for a light and sweet kiss to allow your husband to continue his gentle touches. Yet, it’s not your fault that you find yourself getting lost in the sheer perfection that is Warner.

He, in turn, envelops both of you with his hand, stirring a gentle desire for more within you and oh, dear god, you need more.

Just as you are about to open your mouth to voice out your desires for a little more, a soft, almost inaudible knock interrupts the intimate moment.

The unmistakable soft voice of your three-year-old daughter pierces through the room, calling out, “momma..? dada..?” Panic flashes between you and Aaron, and hastily, you both scramble to locate your discarded clothes.

“mommy! daddy!” yelled dior through the door as she started knocking continuously that makes you and your husband panic more. “‘s da door broken..?!”

“just a second, princess,” Aaron softly calls out, panicking when his hard-on doesn’t seem to go away. Hell.

He glances up at his wife and stares at you, baffled when he realizes that you had already put on your night gown and on your way to open the door.

“Wha—how?” he asks in disbelief. “You were literally just—”

“Don’t underestimate me.” You joked.

Aaron dismissively shakes his head, muttering under his breath, and takes a seat on the bed, discreetly covering his arousal with the white comforter just as Dior bursts into the room and enthusiastically throws herself into your arms.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper, gently rubbing comforting circles on her back. “Nightmare, love?”

"Uh-huh," Dior nods against your neck, her tears leaving your nightgown slightly damp.

you picked her up and went to the bed as dior hugged her dad, sniffing as she softly cried, “oh, darling. What happened, princess? hm?” Asked Warner as he hugged his crying daughter to his arms.

“I—hiccup t-thought monsters got you,” said dior, her green eyes filled with tears. you then pulled her into a hug.

“aw, baby, we are fine,” you said, patting her back. you brush the blonde curls out of your daughter’s eyes. “yeah, sweetheart, no monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” you replied, assuringly as you stood up to rock her to calm her down.

“We promised, sweet princess. And if there is, daddy will scare the ugly monsters away,” your husband assured her from the bed as dior starting to calm down,

“really?” she said with a shaky voice and a glassy doe eyes and you almost cried seeing her state.

Poor baby.

“I promise, Di, daddy will protect you and momma.” Aaron said sincerely as you rocked her back and forth in your arms, running your fingers through her wild curls.

Dior sniffles start to quiet down. ��Mhm…,” she says. “Can I stay here?” She looks at you with puppy eyes that is impossible for you to say no so you nodded.

“Of course, princess ,” Aaron responds, quietly mourning the loss of one night with his wife, alone.

As you continue rocking Dior in your arms, attempting to lull her into a peaceful slumber, your efforts are momentarily interrupted by her sweet voice, breaking the silence of the room.

“Mommy?” Dior queries after a few minutes, perched on your lap with a wide-eyed expression. “What's wrong with daddy?”

Your gaze shifts toward Aaron, who remains sprawled face-down on the bed, emitting occasional groans and muffled whines in his attempt to compose himself for the sake of your toddler. Suppressing a grin, you find amusement in his comical efforts.

“Well, Di,” you murmur, showering light kisses on your daughter’s chubby cheeks to conceal your amusement. “I think your daddy is having a nightmare, much like the one you just experienced.”

Dior gasps in innocent concern. ”Oh no! Mommy, give daddy kisses to scare the monsters away!”

Smiling at her pure-hearted suggestion, you gently explain, “I don’t think that will help, sweet thing.” Observing Dior's face scrunch up in confusion, you swiftly add, ”You see, adults have different nightmares than kids do.”

“But kisses always help!” Dior insists with unwavering conviction.

”Well, if you insist,” you reply, giving in to her innocent plea, and share a quiet laugh at the sheer delight evident on Dior's face.

As you comply with dior’s request, you peppered kisses onto your husband’s face, eliciting a chorus of giggles from both him and Dior.

After showering Aaron with a cascade of kisses, he playfully remarks, "Mhm, daddy is okay now, but he'll be even more okay if you give daddy a kiss too."

Dior, with her eyes sparkling, responds enthusiastically, "Okay, Daddy!" She complies, peppering him with a flurry of sweet kisses as you heard Aaron giggles so you did, and in the midst of the joyous exchange, she graciously plants kisses on your face, too.

“Thank you, baby. Ready for sleep?” You asked and the response is a barely there nod.

“Love you and g’night, little missy.” You whisper, your voice sounds like a lullaby to the quiet room.

Aaron chimes in, taking on the role of the protector, “daddy will be right here, chasing away any monsters that dare to bother you, emerald.”

Dior, even in her drowsy state, manages to mumble a sleepy “luvu, daffy, momfy” before succumbing to dreams. The room, now quiet except for the soft breathing of your little one.

Your husband then looked at you and softly smiled, “I’ll chase all of your monsters away, too, love.” you softly giggled and gave him a peck.

However, as the night deepens, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning your attention, you find your husband, his expression akin to a kicked puppy, a playful pout adorning his features. It’s a silent plea for the solitude that eluded him tonight, a longing for those moments when it’s just the two of you.

You meet his gaze, understanding the unspoken disappointment in his eyes. As a promise of solace, you assure him with a tender look that whispers, ”Next time, it'll be just us.” you promised him.

And you were never the one who breaks promises.

So, was it really a surprise that after you fulfilled your promise you found yourself with two positive pregnancy tests?

No, not really.

📫 :: my first post in 2024 ?!?!!? Anyway this will be a series !!! Next one will be the introduction of the new addition to the family and THE question of “where does baby come from?” From baby warner. Also, if you want to be added to my taglist please do let me know!

[darkbluekies]

King Edmund and Hedwig drabbles: running away but changing your mind and getting lost

Yandere!king & female!yandere x reader (female in Edmund’s case and gn in hedwigs)

I had a request similar to this like a year ago, but i deleted it because I couldn't come up with anything ... and now I have so ... that's annoying.

And this is probably the nicest Edmund has ever been. Weird.

BUT HEY I LOVE THE RELATIVES

Warnings: weapons, but actually pretty fluffy

King Edmund:

You had taken a horse and gone away into the forest. But here you are, sitting by a tree with the horse tied to a branch, hugging yourself and crying. What had you done? You finally realize how stupid you are. Why did you leave him? Why?

You're cold and lonely. Thieves are roaming the forest and you know that they would be delighted to find the queen all by herself. But you don't know the way home, and if you get up on your horse you risk going even further away. Staying in one place will be the best decision if you want to be found ... hopefully by the right people.

Suddenly, after what feels like (and probably have been) hours, you notice a sound.

"Y/N, your game is up."

Edmund!

You stand up and turn around, seeing him and his knights around you, their horses looking at you dumbly. The knights hold out their bayonets, but you don't care. You run over to Edmund, throwing yourself in his arms and crying ― crying in sorryness, in relief over being found by the right people, crying in fear and shame. Edmund's taken by surprise at first. He had been fully prepared to threaten you to get you to come back. Edmund's arms lock around you, securing your head into his shoulder.

"Lower your fucking weapons!" he tells the knights angrily. "Are you insane pointing them at us like that?!"

He turns to you, but before he has the chance to ask you how you're feeling of why you were so stupid to escape from him, you've already started rambling.

"I'm sorry, Edmund!" you sob. "I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that! I regretted it immediatly, I promise! I wanted to go back but I-I lost my way and-" You can't finish your sentence, your breathe hitching with sobs.

"Shh, it's okay", he cooes, kissing your forehead. "You're back where you belong now, you're safe."

"I wanted to go back, I promise ... but I didn't know which way was the right one. I'm so sorry!"

You cry against his shoulder, hugging him tightly. Weirdly enough, you have never been happier to see someone that has hurt you. Edmund's your husband, you have accepted that. You hadn't realized that you had started to like him before now.

"It's okay, my dear", Edmund reassures you in a sweet, hushed tone and rests his head on top of yours, enjoying having you in his arms again. He rocks you back and forth gently, as if to coo you. "There's no need to cry, I'm here now. You will never have to worry when I'm here. You know that I will take care of everything."

His words are so comforting, so belieavable. You nod against his shoulder.

"Let's go home", he says. "You're cold."

He lifts you up on his white horse before cimbing up himself in front of you. You wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face into his warm back, crying even more. Why isn't he mad at you? You betrayed him. Edmund can't bring himself to be mad. You're genuinly sorry, he can't be mad at you for making a mistake ... a ridicolously stupid mistake, perhaps, but a mistake nonetheless. He needs to comfort you, not punish you.

"Make sure Y/N's horse comes with us", he says before riding off with you behind him.

Hedwig:

If you desperately had to fight with Hedwig about how controlling she is and storm off ... why did it have to be in a foreign country? You want to punch yourself for your idioticy. She's suffocating, yes, but you do love her ... somehow you still love her. And you want nothing more than to go back to her and have her hold you. How will you find her when you can't ask for directions back to her vacation house and can't trace your steps back. Why do European countries have to have such narrow, maze-like alleyways?!

You've found yourself on a bench in front of a cafe in the staking sun. You'll have to get up and look for the right way later, but your feet are probably bleeding.

"Y/N?!" you hear Hedwig's voice suddenly shriek. "Oh, my Gosh, Y/N!"

She runs over to the bench and you hurry to wrap your arms around her waist, hiding your face into her stomach. You can't help but sniffle in relief and sorry ... remembering how you left the house.

"I've been looking all over for you!" Hedwig pants. "I was so worried!"

"I'm sorry, Hedwig", you cry into her stomach. "For everything. I-"

She hugs your head closer and kisses the top of your head. "It's okay, I have forgiven you! "

She sits down on the bench next to you and cup your head into her hands. You sob.

"I'm just so happy to see you alive", she says in relief and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face. "But, dear, you're dehydrated! You'll pass out!"

She takes out a bottle of water from her handbag and feeds you half of it, before water starts to run down your chin.

"Why haven't you been drinking water?" she asks worriedly. "You could have passed out and who knows how dangerous that could have been?!"

"i didn't have any money", you say quietly. "I'm so sorry, I tried to find my way back, because I regret that I left ... but I couldn't ask for directions. I can't speak the language and I didn't have my phone and-"

"It's okay. I forgive you. But please don't do it again. It's dangerous. And I was so worried. My father was close to calling the cops and having them look for you."

"I'm sorry, Hedwig."

She hugs you, letting you rest your heavy head on her shoulder.

"It's okay", she reassures you. "I'm not mad at you. You know that I only want your best, right?"

You nod.

"You need to cool down", she says and stands up, holding out her hand to you. "Let's go get you some ice cream."

"My feet hurt really bad", you mumble.

"I will buy you new shoes too, and bandage and everything you need. Will you come with me? Please?"

You sigh and take her hand. Hedwig is the most confusing person you know, because how can she be so horrible, yet so magical?

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader Wife

 

You sit in Jethro’s  basement taking swigs of his whiskey bottle. You had a scowl on your face. You are fuming at Jethro; your husband. The bratty side of you pondered on vandalizing  the boat he was working on. But did not  do so because he is naming it after you.  The kids were away on a field trip. Your husband Jethro is still at work and you curled up on his workbench contemplating the day's events. It’s amusing how you are mad at NCIS SSA Leroy Jethro Gibbs but still seek out his comfort as your husband. You are wearing his hoodie,  basking in his basement,  well this is your basement too. You feel yourself all choked up.  You and Jethro had a huge fight regarding budget allocation to state and Defence. You two were managing the division of resources for your respective  departments. In the end Jethro got his way. The resources were allocated to Defence , primarily to the navy.

 

You hear Jethro coming down to the basement. You heard his car pull up. “ Bastard” you say looking at him.  

“ Stop testing me” he said with pure command. But you are unfazed.

“ Let’s see how much you can take before I get under your skin. “ You openly challenge getting up and moving closer to him.

“ Careful Y/N”

“ Or. What?” you roll your eyes.

“You can’t  undermine me like this , without  any consequences.  I have a job to do.”

“ Me too. “ You say bitterly. 

“ Why do you make doing  my Job so difficult  Y/N?” he says his lips inches away from yours.

“ Why do you make it so difficult  for me Jethro?” you ask, the sexual tension palpable  in the air.

He grabbed wrists pushing you against the workbench , before moving you forward towards him by grabbing your waist. You felt his lips on yours.  It was demanding, punishing. Both of you fought for dominance, with tongues and teeth.  Finally it seemed like ages when you two broke the kiss for air. He flipped you on your stomach on the workbench. He bunched up your  denim skirt spreading your legs with his knees. You gasped at the sheer sexual pull of it. “ Shh quiet “ he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“ Yes” you whisper.

“ So you do know how to listen” he chuckled.

He moved your panties to a side feeling the dampness.

“ So wet “ he chuckled.  

“ You want this right?” he ensured as you nodded. Like a true gentleman  he still asks even after so many years of marriage.

He fingered your clit pumping his fingers inside, hitting the right spots.

As you get on the edge, he withdrew his finger, tasting your slick wetness on his fingers. You whine. He chuckled.

“ Beg “ he whispers.

You glare  at him.

He brushed your lips with his fingers before shoving it inside your mouth and you suck, an act of submission.

He withdrew his fingers before pumping it in your pussy.

“ Jethro please” you whine.

“ Please what kid?” he asks

“ I, I …” you mumble unable to form a coherent thought in your mind as you feel the pleasure.

“ Tell me baby girl? What do you want ? Do you want to cum?”

“ Yes , please. Please let me cum. Fuck Jethro oh fuck I want you so bad “ you ramble.

“ Good girl”  he whispers in your ears before nuzzling at your neck as he pumped his fingers harder while rubbing your clit. “ Now cum for me kid.” He commands.

You unfurl at his command your pussy walls spamming against his fingers as your juices flow out.  

He tastes you again on his fingers before rubbing your cheeks and softly kissing  your forehead.

He undid his belt and you heard him unzipping his pants. He lines his cock with your pussy.

“ You ready?” he asks ensuring you are all right.

“ Yes. “ You whisper.

“ Now take it like a good girl” he whispers as he fucks you hard from behind. Soon you feel the pleasure build and Jethro realises that  you are close.

Go ahead he says and you cum on his cock. He holds you steady as you come out of your high. He then flips you and cages you under him. As he thrusts inside you  hold him tightly, closing your eyes.

“ Look at me “ he says as his thrusts became harder. He held you close tight against him as your eyes met. You see his love for you. Your eyes reflects the same. You wrap your legs around him as he squeezes your hands.  You two cum together.  He kisses you gently moving the hair away from your forehead.  He takes your hand and gently  kisses it.

“ You Okay” he asks softly.

“ Yes” you nod.

“How about a bath ?” he asks. He knows how aftercare is important.  You nod . He carries you to the bathroom. He joins you rubbing your shoulders and nuzzle at your neck. You feel lovely.

“ What ?” he asks as something strikes you suddenly.

“ I know how to get my budget without curtailing yours” you say. “ But it can wait till morning”.

“ Good. I love you wifey” he whispers.

“ I love you too Jethro.”

[funnyjb]

Mama

………………………………….

It’s Friday night and instead of going out with friends like you usually do on Friday nights, you were at home taking care of your new bundle of joy. Emma came into yours and Joes lives just about last week. April 8 at 6:21pm was when Emma was born. Joe and yourself couldn’t be more happier to have her in your lives.

Joe is such an amazing father. You would walk into her nursery and see him leaning over her baby basket.

You were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You were exhausted. Getting up in the middle of the night every single night, feeding her 24/7, taking care of her when she cries, and not getting any sleep wasn’t helping. You were in your pjs putting on your moisturizer when Joe walked in. He looked tired too. He just put down emma for the second time and was ready to get to bed. He could tell you were a little off because you didn’t get any sleep.

“Hey.”- joe

You looked up at him through the mirror

“Hey, is she asleep?”- you

“Yeah, finally.”- joe

He walked over to the sink next to you and started turning on the sink.

“Are you ok? I know it’s been a crazy week.”- joe

“I’m fine Joe. Everything is fine.”- you

The truth was everything isn’t really fine. You loved emma and Joe, but postpartum is hitting you hard. You are so tired, you don’t feel right in your own body, and as said before no sleep doesn’t help.

“No it isn’t y/n, I can tell.”- joe

“Joe, seriously I’m not in the mood right now.”- you

You closed your skincare bottles, wiped your hands on the towel and headed out the bathroom.

Joe was a little mad that you weren’t saying what you needed to say but he understood. He knows you don’t really like talking about your feelings and he knows to give you some space when you need some. After he was done in the bathroom which was a couple minutes later and he came out into the bedroom where you were. You were folding some clothes and putting them on the chair next to his side of the bed.

“Y/n, you need to tell me what’s going on. I know something is up. I know that you are tired, but I want to make sure you are ok. I love you and I want to know what is going on in my wife’s mind.”- Joe said calmly

“You what to know what is going one Joe?”- you said turning around with an unfolded onesie in your hands

“Yeah, I do.”- Joe

“Alright, here let me tell you. I am tired, Joe. So dang tired. I’ve been woken up probably four-hundred times this past week because emma is crying or she is hungry. And you have been such a big help and I am so, so, so grateful, but I am so dam tired. I don’t feel like myself. My body has changed for a good reason, but I don’t feel right. I’ve been feeding her 24/7 and my body hurts. And no sleep isn’t helping. So there you go, Joe. Is that what you were looking for?”- you

It stayed silent for a minute.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry it’s been hard on you. I know taking care of a baby is a lot of work especially for a mother, but you are a great mama to our beautiful baby sleeping in the other room. You are so strong, y/n. You are beautiful. In my eyes you are beautiful. You are the only gorgeous, beautiful, strong, and amazing loving girl I know.”- joe

He walked up to you. Joe put his hands on the side of your face.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so much it hurts. And our baby is the luckiest baby in the world, you know why?”- joe

“Why?”- you laugh

“Because she gets to call you her mom.”- Joe

Your eyes started to get teary.

“Everything is going to be ok.”- joe

He pulled you into him and kissed your forehead then your lips. You wrapped your arms around his body and held him tight. Some tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, it’s ok baby.”- Joe

You wiped your tears and smiled

“Thank you, Joe. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and an amazing father to our little girl. She is one lucky baby to be calling you her daddy.”- you smiled

Joe smiled and kissed you.

“Thank you, baby. Ready to go to bed?”- joe

“Yeah.”- you

Joe walked to his side as you walked over to yours. You turned off your lamp and got under the covers. The dark room was quiet. Joe pulled you into him and held you tight.

“I love you, y/n Burrow.”- Joe

“I love you too, Joe burrow.”- you

————————————————————————

(Next morning)

You woke up to the smell of pancakes. You turned over to see Joe, but was no where to be found. Then you turned over to your side table to check the time.

“11:00!”- you

You pulled the cover off you and put your Ugg’s on.

You walked down the stairs as carefully as you could because you were still recovering. As you walked off the last step of the stairs you saw your family and Joes family too.

“Oh, there she is!”- your mom

“Hi!”- you said crossing your arms against your chest

You walked over to your mom and gave her a kiss.

“Hey, sweetie!”- Robin

“Hi!”- you

“All of us just wanted to see how you and the rest of the family were doing!”- Robin

“Aww that’s very sweet, but we are doing good!”- you

“How are you doing though?”- Robin said in kind of a whisper

“I’m doing ok, thank you.”- you said giving her a sweet smile

You then said good morning to your dad and Jimmy. Then came over to Joe.

“Good morning!”- Joe

“Good morning.”- you smiled

He gave you a sweet kiss.

“How are you?”- joe

“I’m good, doing ok!”- you

“How are you?”- you

“I’m good! Just making breakfast for you!”- Joe

“Aww Joe, that’s so sweet, thank you.”- you

“Of course!”- joe

“Hey, where is em?”- you

“Oh, she just went down for her nap.” Should be up soon. - your mom

“Oh, ok.”- you

Just as you spoke the baby monitor turned on. Emma was crying. You could tell it was a hungry cry.

“I will get her.”- Joe

“”It’s ok Joe, I got her. I can tell she is hungry.”-you

“You sure?”- joe

“Yeah, it’s ok baby. I will be back in a few!”- you

“Ok.”- joe

You then stared walking up the stairs and into Emma’s nursery.

“Hey, baby!”- you

You picked her up.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. It’s ok, baby girl.”- you

You the sat down on the rocking chair to feed her. You pulled done your sweater on one of your sides and started feeding her.

“You are so precious.”- you

A few moments pasted by and you were still admiring how pretty she is.

“I love you em. Your father and I love you so much.”- you

You the stared to feel teary

“I’m sorry em. I’m just tired. Even though I slept in very late today. Jeez, why am I so tired?”- you

You chuckle at the exhaustion that is hitting you. You don’t know why though. You slept in so why are you so tired you thought.

You wiped some of your tears so your family wouldn’t see you were crying when you got downstairs. Emma was done feeding so you put her back in her crib and switched off the lights to let her get some more sleep.

You walked down the stairs to find your family sitting in the same place. The monitor was a little more close to them. It looked like they were listening in.

“Hey.”- you

They all looked at you.

Your mom got up and hugged you tight. You were a little confused at first but the you caught on. They were listening in on you in Emma’s room.

“How about we take emma for the day? Give you and Joe some time to relax and rest. How does that sound?”- your mom

You looked at Joe then back at your mom.

“Um, yeah sure.”- you

“Ok, we can pack a bag when she wakes up.”- your mom

You nod your head.

You walked over to Joe

“I’m going to go um… wash up.”- you

“Okay. Your breakfast is done, so it’s here is you want it”- Joe

“Thanks.”- you

You kissed him on the lips and went up.

“Oh honey, how long has she been like that?”- Robin

“She has been off for a bit but she talked to me about everything last night. I just don’t want her feeling this way. It hurts to see her like this.”- joe

“I know sweetie, but that why maybe you need a day just the both of you to yourselves.”- Robin

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“Bye!”- you

You closed the door and went over to the kitchen. You already got dressed for the day. Which was the first time you weren’t in your pjs in over a week. You decided to clean some baby bottles and put them in the dishwasher.

Joe came walking in with his beautiful smile plastered on his face.

��Hey, burrow!” You smiled

“Hey, Mrs Burrow! What are you doing?”- Joe

He then sat down on one of three kitchen stools.

“Well, I’m cleaning. I wanted to get it out of the way.”- You

“Well how about you come relax. You need it, y/n.”- joe smiled

“When I’m finished. I’m almost done!”- you

“Okay.”- Joe

Joe stayed there talking to you about upcoming projects and practices he has going on. It was nice to talk to him that wasn’t all baby related. Even though you love your sweet emma. It has just been a lot this past week and you needed a break from it.

After cleaning you decided to watch a movie with Joe. Both of you decided on Mr and Mrs Smith.

“Want to order something to eat?”- Joe

“Sure!”-you

“How about..”- Joe

“Sushi!”- you

“That’s what I was thinking!”- Joe

“Well, great minds think alike!”- you

He then pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“I love you.”- Joe

“Love you too.”- you

“Ok, let’s order.”- Joe

You laughed and told him what you wanted.

You were so grateful to have such an amazing husband. He is a great father to your beautiful daughter. A new chapter just opened for you and Joe and you couldn’t wait to explore it with the man you love.

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Authors note: HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! This goes out to all the mothers! It’s can be hard sometimes but always remember that people love and care about you!🩷

[thefiery-phoenix]

Hii! Could i request a yandere jake kim? If you still accept a request

Thank you! :))

Sure

YANDERE KIM GIMYEONG(JAKE KIM) HEADCANONS

He's the son of the one and only Gapryong Kim, the king of Seoul, a fearsome and respected man among his gang members and yet a horrible dad and husband. Jake wasn't overly fond of the way his dad behaved with his mother, he could sense his mother's sadness at times. Which is why he vowed to himself that if he was ever in a relationship with someone, he'd be a loyal man. He values loyalty above anything else. You'd first meet him when you both are in school together. He always roams around with his gang called 'Big Deal' which you thought was sort of funny since they went around pretending they were a Big Deal. You were secretly terrified of the large bulky bald Jerry Kwon, who's referred to as the right hand man of Jake and his sword, who's always willing to do anything for him and go above and beyond for him. You've seen them fight in the classrooms, you've seen the way they beat people up whoever dared to speak ill against Jake and his father

Jake honestly didn't want to get into fights because of one reason, he wanted you to stop being so nervous around him. The first time he got into a fight and ruthlessly beat someone's head against the wall over and over again and kicked them with his exceptional fighting skills, he saw the slightly terrified look in your eyes and his heart felt a slight pang of hurt. That wasn't what he wanted your opinion to be when came to him. You quickly put your head down and tried to mind your own business to avoid getting involved and interfering in the matter as you buried your nose in your book. You were a quiet little thing, never really interacting with people that much and he started growing curious about you. You've piqued his interest and seeing you be so nervous around him just didn't sit right with him

He wants to find a way to win you over. The other members of the Big Deal would soon get to know that he's developing feelings for you and some of them will tease him about them, till he tells them to shut it with a slight embarrassed blush on his face. He's always staring at you like some idiot with a slight lovesick grin on his face like cupid struck him in the heart with a love arrow or something. He likes the way your hair strands fall in your face, he wants to be the one to push your hair strands back behind your ear and look into your eyes lovingly and hold your hand and feel your touch. He feels like he's falling into a chasm of madness by the second and he doesn't regret it either. Oblivious Jerry will ask him why he won't confess to you but there's a teensy problem. You didn't want anything to do with him because of the number of fights he gets himself into. Part of him understands but the other part of him is just being irrational and illogical and telling him to screw it and ask you out anyway. "Boss Jake, would you like for me to write a love note for you?" asked Jerry in a slightly loud tone as Jake looked at him with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Shh...Jerry. You shouldn't be bothered about such things. Go do your homework, you're too young to be bothered about romance" said Jake in response

Jake will find out about things you like and he'll leave little candies and your favorite drinks on your table. It makes his day when you look at it curiously and when you look at him slightly suspicious as to why he's doing this, he and his members would just pretend to be doing something else and when Jake catches your eye, he'll give you a slightly awkward wave. You'd notice he's being gentle around you and he's actually a good decent guy deep down. You'll slowly become friends with him and he'll love hanging out with you. You could join the Big Deal if you wanted but secretly he sort of wishes you wouldn't. Not that he doesn't enjoy your company, he does but he just doesn't want you getting involved in fights and such. He wants to protect you from them

He'll start growing possessive and obsessive over you and he feels like his feelings of obsessiveness are justified because of what's happening. After what happened with Sinu Han's disappearance and after saving him from the clutches of the Worker's Second Affiliate, he's starting to become paranoid about losing you. You just mean so much to him, you mean the world to him. You're his heart, his soul, his significant other and you're always on his mind. He might not look like a romantic guy from the exterior but he totally is. He loves getting all romantic with you, you'll always be the precious one who'll be in his heart. Would probably say things like "You don't cross my mind because you live in it" sort of things

Being with Jake also means you'll have the whole of Big Deal ready to watch over you and protect you. They won't call him out on his obsessive and unnatural feelings of possessiveness towards you, they're all just happy that their beloved boss found someone to love. Sinu hypes his obsession for you and starts gushing madly about how adorable it is for Jake to love you so much. Jerry, the right hand man of Jake would do anything for him. You might be Jake's significant other and Jerry would respect you but that doesn't mean he won't snitch on you and give Jake an account of whatever goes on in your life. If someone else has their eyes on you and is planning to take you away from his beloved boss, he, Lineman and Jason Yoon would be there to take care of the pest. They'd warn the person to stay away from you and if they still don't get the hint, now they're just ASKING for a beating at this point

You're not allowed to go anywhere without someone he trusts accompanying you. It's too dangerous and he'd rather burst a blood vessel than let something happen to you. He might be sweet and affectionate and gentle towards you but for someone who tries to harm you, he shows no mercy. He doesn't care if he's being beyond ruthless, all logic and rationality would be out of the window and down the drain when someone tries to harm you. The other day while you were helping the girls set up some new clothes at their shops, there were a few guys who started eyeing you in a rather inappropriate manner. You didn't think much of it before as you continued to help the girls. However Yeonhuei gets the feeling something is wrong and is on high alert to protect you against the creeps. One of the guys 'accidentally' brushed his hand against your thigh and you thought it was a harmless innocent mistake. How wrong you were. The men thought that you seemed like a pushover and they could take advantage of your personality as they smirked to themselves, thinking of all the 'fun' they could have with you

While you were heading out of the shop, they cornered you against a brick wall and started leering at you and making all sorts of lecherous comments about you and your body. You tried to run when they grabbed you by your wrists and refused to let you go. To your relief, a large looming figure that stood out distinctly in the night atmosphere stared down at them and you realized it was Jerry. Jerry was ready to fight but Jake wanted to get rid of those pests himself. He needed to set an example, no one would get away with touching you. Jake beat them unconscious and mentally vowed to finish them off later at some point by breaking their hands since they didn't deserve them after trying to do that to you

He'll pull you close to him and comfort you as he'll wrap his arms around you and softly kiss your head. You both will go back to his place and he'll ease your worries by rubbing soft circles around your back and make a bowl of your favorite instant Ramen or order some takeaway for you both. He didn't want you getting upset over some lousy scumbags who had no decency as he'll hold your hand in his and assure you that he'll always be there to protect you

He doesn't even need to make it seem like he's kidnapped you or something. He has a clever method of ensuring you're always by his side. He'll tell you things like how it's dangerous outside without him and that he just loves you so much. Might even resort to slight guilt tripping at some point but he just wants you to stay with him. He could never bring himself to yell at you or hurt you, that's not what a real man does to the one he loves. If you try leaving him or escaping from him, he'll just track you down. Jerry will just hoist you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and bring you back to his boss where he'll be ready to chide you and scold you like you're a naughty child. He'll check for any injuries you could have received during your little 'stunt' and after that escape attempt of yours, no way would he be dense enough to trust you on your own. You'll always have someone watching you

Luah will be able to figure out even the slightest thought you'll have of escaping or leaving them. She's smart that way. She'll also be the one to dig up any information and dirt to use against people who've hurt you before in the past and Jake will send his members to have a little 'talk' with them and he doesn't care if it's the Workers either. Jake doesn't like it when you're crying or having a meltdown, he's doing it for your own good. Those Workers scumbags could hurt you, he's just trying to protect you. He wants to keep you safe. He doesn't care even if he has to go against that old lousy MF Charles Choi, he always hated him anyway. Half the people he knows despise him too. He'll give you some privacy if you need but secretly wishes he could hold you in his arms and comfort you instead. Overall he wouldn't be a bad guy to have as a yandere, just stick with him and things will be all right. He does want a family with you after all with little ones running around here and there. He's slowly building a fantasy of having a family with you and he'll make sure he'll get that fantasy to become a reality with you one way or another even if he has to get his hands dirty, which wouldn't really be a problem for the son of Gapryong Kim...

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, so, this will be a stream-of-consciousness type post, because I am this close to starting to print screenshots and do a full murder board trying to make this make sense to someone who is not in my brain, so I'm gonna type this out, and if you're seeing this that means it worked or I just typed for too long to not post lol.

Buck, Actually. Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered. I am not the only person that desperately wants a callback, and I know I'm not the only one thinking about what this might mean for buddie. Well, I've been saying for a while now that I would try to type out something about how buddie has been planned and the answers are in Buck, Actually, and that's what I'm gonna do now, I guess.

We know Buck gets a lot of his ideas of love from Buck, Actually. Seeing Maddie and Chim in the early stages, his own quest with love while moving on from Abby, notably Mitchell and Thomas and the "you don't find it, son, you make it." Buck's quest with love now is at a point where Buck wants to be seen "I feel like she sees me" but he is still at a point where he doesn't want to actually be seen, he wants someone to see what he wants to show, but that's not what actual love is. But still, we start out Buck, Actually with Buck literally in front of a huge sign that says "See Me" (also just to add into my madness about the blue and green in other elements of the scene, love the clear divide of Eddie against the sky and Buck against the sign, and yes I know they can't change the color of the sky or the sign but shh just go with it) with Eddie right above it. Interesting scene composition I think.

But talking about the actual couple here, we have Lola, who feels like her husband doesn't see her anymore after a situation where she feels like she lost herself, their kid went off to college, she has more time to herself, is struggling, and goes nuclear until Norman proves that he does in fact see her, just not in the way she was looking for, dude just wasn't aware there was a problem that needed to be addressed. I know I make everything about the cemetery scene lately, but come on. The whole thing with being seen, Buck not knowing who he is after dying, the expectation he is putting on himself about being the person he was before but he doesn't know who that is, like, come on, it's there.

Then the robbers and the two employees at the gas station, granted the robbers are a lot about Buck thinking about his own ways when it comes to sex and women considering he just had sex with Taylor in a bathroom, BUT here is when I start to go a little crazy. Because Ruth and Earl have that little moment of a relationship developing (hi blue scrunchie green cap 🫶), which we later see has developed, but Earl with his injured right shoulder is talking about how he's hurt but he was only thinking about her safety.

Does that sound familiar to anyone else? Just a thought. Yes, I know I'm crazy, it's fine, it will get worse.

Because another thing about the episode is the whole "till death do us part" thing, with the newlyweds who crashed their car, Mitchell and Thomas dying together, and maybe even Buck having to hold Lola back so she wouldn't fall. I'll come back to this in a second, but you gotta love a nice little crush injury involving a vehicle and a focus on handholding, huh?

But the thing is, Mitchell and Thomas make an impression on Buck, and Mr Self Destruct for Attention because that was the only way I was shown love as a child definitely takes the way they die together a bit too literally. Taylor being in this episode while being blatantly wrong for Buck makes an interesting point on that and the way bucktaylor evolves, because Buck gets the whole you make it, and decides he needs to kill himself to make it work, and it is what he ultimately does with Taylor, he thinks he loves her, he thinks she loves him, and he thinks that means if he doesn't give up he can move past his very obvious reservations about the relationship as a whole because "love is not supposed to be easy". But the whole thing is that Buck focuses on the wrong thing there because while Michell and Thomas died together, they had a whole life together, the point is not the death, it is the life. Yes, you need to fight to make it work, but the fight is not all you have.

Another thing about the episode is the concept of movement too, like, Lola's call on a freeway, both accidents involving a car crash of some sort, the robbery is a chase, even Buck and Taylor in the news van, Maddie talking about how slow being on the freeway is, and metaphorically too, with Madney starting to move towards something, Athena learning to deal with Michael's boyfriend. And Buck finally allowing himself to move on, and move on not going back to his old habits, sleeping with anyone for connection, but actually talking to his love interest for a change.

And we have relationships in all types of moments there, we have Buck and Taylor doomed to fail, we have Maddie and Chim in that nice early stage where you're falling in love with someone, you have Bobby and Athena and the whole when you know you know and the way Bobby proposes the next episode, we have the newlyweds, we have Ruth and Earl making the change in their relationship, we have Robber Guy and Baby Bear realizing that she's more in it than he is, we have Lola and Norman and the whole relationships take effort no matter how long you've been together, you have Mitchell and Thomas sharing a whole life.

There's also the whole layer of having the couple that shows Buck what he wants out of love be a gay couple, the way when Buck realizes Thomas is unresponsive he calls for Eddie first, because Chim and Hen are at the call, and they're not with Mitchell because Mitchell's body is there too, so like, the choice to make sure Eddie would be right next to Buck to comfort him is something.

Also, something else, the inmate who kidnaps them is also called Mitchell, and I cannot explain how I got here for the life of me. But Mitchell, Mitchell, Charlie, Charlie, Ambulance.

I don't know, something about the repetition of names, the ambulance as a key piece of the scene, the bonding, the comfort, the fear, the way Mitchell and Thomas died together, and Buck and Eddie could have died together in all of those situations. And the way Buck volunteers into the danger in all of those situations, he offers to help Eddie with the grenade, he goes to get Eddie without backup while actively being shot at, he runs toward the gunfire because he thinks Eddie is in danger, so like, it's a pattern of wanting to go together.

But also, the madney of it all, because while they are clearly moving towards something, they are not ready yet, but everything is acknowledged, which honestly is my main hope, because I don't think buddie is ready yet, but I would like some acknowledgment that where they're going, yk? And with the episode title possibly being a play with the song about being in love and not showing it, not knowing what to do with it, and the next episode being called "you don't know me" who could also be referencing a song about being in love with someone who doesn't know, we could be looking at real movement happening between the two of them yk?

I don't know if this makes a lot of sense, but if you read this I love you 🫶

[yallthemwitches]

Only Sleeping

For @jilytoberfest Day 26 🎶One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way🎶 - First Light by Hozier

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“Shh, Harry, we can't see daddy,” his voice breaks and the tears fall faster than he can feel them. Back at school he used to call them the miracle couple–The miracle couple now with a miracle boy. 

“Ok Harry, we have to be gentle if we are going to pet uncle Sirius.”

She takes Harry’s palms which are no bigger than snitches and uncurls his tiny fingers until they  lay flat like discs. 

“Remember—just like with daddy prongs: pat pat pat.” She holds him by the stomach and they both lean forward. Guiding his hand in hers, they give Sirius three soft pats to his back.

“Pah pah pah-” Harry gargles out, but some of his fingers start to lace into the dark fur, itching to tug. 

“Open hand Harry! We don’t want to hurt him,” and they repeat the process until Harry is capable of doing it without his mother’s guidance, crawling out of her lap to lean all of his body weight on the dog.

“Be careful, he’s going to think we have a new pet.”

James comes back into the room holding a teapot and three empty cups. Without hesitation, he settles himself cross legged next to Sirius and scoops up the baby, giving him a quick toss in the air. Harry chortles, cheeks ruddy with happiness. 

“I don’t care if I’m the new family dog as long as I have some time off to visit once and a while.” Now transformed, Sirius leans back on his hands, stretching his legs out with a yawn. 

“Dumbledore is stark mad these days—I know I’m a pretty nimble bloke but these missions are starting to take it out of me–”

James looks down at his lap, fidgeting. 

“I didn’t mean it like I was picking up your slack or anything mate–besides you can’t help it. I just wish I could visit more is what I’m trying to say.”

“Yeah–” James nods, shaking the self-disappointment from his mind. Setting Harry loose on the ground to pour their tea, the boy lurches himself in a standing position and zooms off down the hall, his little toddling feet making soft stomping noises as he goes. 

“He’ll be back,” James says simply. Even with Harry gone, none of the adults move to sit at the actual table, all used to life on the floor while entertaining a baby. 

“Have you taught him my name yet?” Sirius says, blowing on his tea. 

“Harry! C’mere kiddo.”

Harry zips back in the room, falling flat on his face before getting up without incident. He beelines to Lily, tumbling into her and grabbing onto her long hair. 

“Harry darling, can you say: Uncle Sirius?”

“Nnnkl siwisis.”

James lets out a laugh. “Well no need to push any farther, that’s good enough!”

Sirius slithers onto his belly and wraps his arms around his godson who immediately becomes interested in his hair, grabbing bunches of it in little fists while waving them around. 

“I know I tell you every time, but you both really did make a bloody cute kid.”

James cracks into a wide grin and Lily leans over to rest her head in her husband's lap, his hand instantly curling into her hair.

“Glad to hear it because we are trying for another. A girl this time if we can help it!”

Sirius shoots up, accidentally making Harry tumble back with an oof.

“You what? Please don’t tell me it’s because you lot are bored all locked up in here because I swear to Merlin—”

“No, It’s not because we are bored, you arsehole,” Lily gives him a pointed glare, “And James is getting ahead of himself—after the war we will try. Right now we are just—”

“Practicing,” James finishes. Sirius makes a puking noise which makes Harry gargle with joy. 

“See, your son agrees–disgusting.” 

James picks up Harry again and tickles his chubby belly with kisses, making his little legs kick wildly into the air. 

“Good thing you two are so grossly in love, otherwise I’d think you’d have killed each other already.”

~~~

The ground was so warm just that morning. Did he imagine it? Could it truly be the same floor?

The teacups glint amongst the rubble, even in shards they are still in the circular formation they had been used in. He suddenly has the urge to call for Hagrid to come back from the other room,“These didn’t fall, we drank them on the ground! We drank them all together just this morning!”

 Harry rustles in his arms, and he presses him closer, baby’s blood smearing into his jacket. The boy reaches up and tugs on his hair, his mother’s advice already forgotten. His eyes wide and green and alive.

“Dah Dah Dah Dah–” he coos, twisting to be free and join his dad at the stairwell. Even he knows it's an odd place for him to lay. They did everything on the ground these days, why not sleep? He looks so very asleep. 

“Shh, Harry, we can't see daddy,” his voice breaks and the tears fall faster than he can feel them. Back at school he used to call them the miracle couple–The miracle couple now with a miracle boy. 

Harry kicks his feet, but not out of joy caused by James’ kisses or Lily’s soft fingers. There's blood getting in his eyes.

“I’m here, buddy. It’s me... your uncle Sirius—remember?”

[whohasthecards]

Just imagining, that in a scenario where Mav adopts Hangman or realizes that Jake is his son and takes him in. And it was rough at first as they get to know one another, the growing pains and all that, but they eventually found stability, strength, and love with one another.

But one day, Hangman did something that scared the shit out of Mav, that pissed him off so badly that he starts berating Hangman, shouting and all that. Hangman and the others have never seen Mav mad often, but Mav was just so terrified.

Jake just stands there jaw clenched, as he took it all. Scared that he fucked it up for good, putting his hands behind his back to make sure that Mav doesn't see them trembling.

Eventually Mav ends with a, "What can you say for yourself, Lieutenant Seresin!?"

And Jake opens and clenches his mouth shut, like a gaping fish, brow furrowed, but eyes looking straight forward, as if he was staring at nothing or at the wall behind Mav. Looking straight ahead, yet no where at the same time.

Everyone waits with baited breathe, waiting for Hangman to fight back, retort, or snap back with snarky comments because it's Hangman.

"I'm sorry, da-" Jake audibly snapped his jaw shut, wincing, "I'm sorry Captain Mitchell, it won't happen again." Jake paused, "I'm sorry." He said the added apology quietly, but it reverberated loudly throughout the room.

Mav took a deep breathe before dismissing all of them, leaving him in the empty classroom to collapse on his desk. Wondering if he had ruined the relationship with the son he just got. Thinking if he could have handled it better. Was his son scared of him, now?

Jake's limbs was heavy as he trudged back to his apartment. He was wracked with guilt, wondering why was he so abrasive, why did he always push, push, and push. Why did he fuck up so constantly. Why was he so Hangman and why couldn't he be better?

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up after he went home and curled up in bed to just, sleep the sadness away.

Mav lugged himself into Ice's office, where his husband was working on his desk and he moves behind his chair and wraps his arms around the man, burying is face in Ice's hair, as if to hide his shame.

"What's wrong, Mav?"

"I-I think I scared, Jake," Mav mumbled. "He couldn't even call me, dad."

Ice pulls the whole story out of Mav before he tries to comfort him saying that he and Jake will work things out. How fathers and sons always will have their ups and downs. Fathers are always scared that their sons will turn out too much like them, after all. Also, they are still captain and lieutenant, Jake was probably trying to keep rank.

The last part even Ice said hesitantly, Mav was never shy about letting his kids call him what they want. Neither was Jake.

"Oh god, I-I left him, Ice, I didn't talk to him, I--"

"Shh, maybe so, but you both needed some space, you can go to him, now, bring him home." Ice said, turning to pull Mav fully in his arms. "Everything will be fine."

Mav ends up outside of Jake's housing. Ice waiting in the car, he knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. He gets worried, checking back to see if Jake's car really was there. He grabs a spare key and opens the door, the apartment eerily quiet.

He never notice how bare the apartment really was, Jake always took a lot of space.

His boots were there, though, so were his car and house keys.

He walked into his son's bedroom, softening at the sight of him curled up in bed. He moved closer sitting on the edge as he ran a hand through his son's hair, frowning at the warmth emanating from the boy's forehead. Although, he did see the boy's face softened.

Jake's eyes fluttered open, blearily peering up at him, "Dad?" He asked softly tugging at Mav's heart, inspiring him to lean down and kiss his forehead.

My son.

"Hey kiddo, you good?"

Jake blinked up at the soft kiss, before the day's events came rushing back to him, "Sir I--"

"You never have to call me, sir, okay? It's fine if you don't want to call me dad," Mav said, choking out the last part. "But, you'll always be my son, even when I'm mad, or even if you are mad, you will always be my son, unless you never want to be again."

Jake stared up, suddenly fully awake before jolting up and quickly wrapping Mav in a tight hug. The angle was awkward, but Mav didn't care. His son was in his arms.

Mav tightened his hold around his boy, cradling his head on the crook of his shoulder. Hushing him softly.

"I'm sorry, dad," Jake muttered.

"It'll be okay, we're okay," Mav muttered, holding his son a bit more tighter.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Wait what happened who came and ruined what (asking about your post about lando's villian arc or the we the fans are about to have because i fully support)

a woman, formulawhatever, has a business where she sells merch, writes articles about the drivers and the season in general, and posts reels of her thoughts on the races and qualifyings.

her merch is focused mainly on charles, max, and seb, which truly are really good pieces. unfortunately, she also has an anti-lando t-shirt and an anti-carlos t-shirt. she was doing publicity of her anti-lando tshirt yesterday where she wrote in the caption "shout out lando norris for debunking his own wildly incorrect take in real time, that was pretty funny to watch unfold"

now, as lando fans, we're kind of used to people hating on lando when he does something. this angered me particularly, because it came out of nowhere and had a malicious intent. of course, there are people who are allowed to disagree with me. the entire purpose of this tshirt is to hate on lando, and she's actually selling this. imagine creating a brand and you end up selling hate merch. if i ever did that, i would feel like i've failed to be a decent human being.

obviously, she received a lot of hate for this, to the point where her twitter account is now private, and her instagram is no longer visible. people are defending her, and sure, they have every right to defend her against threats of doxxing, but what people fail to understand is that this isn't about her having a different opinion about a driver than others. it's about the fact that she's selling hate merch of that specific driver.

now, lando might not do something about this. he might not even care. but, i was in my happy bubble of lando norris, seeing him in blue, supporting his husband (shh, he doesn't know we know), and this came and ruined it, completely unprompted. so, now i'm ready to fight people <3

i hope this clears things up! apparently, i'm still mad about it!

[loveephia]

hey lovely! I saw ur fluff prompts + HQ boys post so I wanted to request a few:

"Don't be stubborn, try it!" + Osamu Miya

"I can't get over how many months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater"+ Osamu Miya

"No it's just like I can't believe your actually wearing my clothes" + Iwaizumi Hajime or Kuroo Tetsurou

"Your bed head is really cute" + Oikawa Tooru

"My friends/teammates get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes" + Oikawa Tooru

"Shh stop fussing , I'm trying to braid your hair" + Sugawara Koshi

These are just some ideas if you wanted too write them ! Loving your writing btw <333

SWEET PIE | osamu miya

prompt: "don't be stubborn, try it!"

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader is a baker but she tries to actually cook for once, osamu is skeptical (of course), you're both married here timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: it's mentioned that reader hurts herself while cooking, but no in-depth detail of it actually happening. + manga spoilers.

note: ngl, it was hard to pick which prompt to do from the list you gave me, so i'll also do: "shhh.. stop fussing, i'm trying to braid your hair." with koushi sugawara in a separate post! ENJOY READING!!! :D

osamu miya came home to the aroma of food. not of your delightful pastries, but of curry. chicken katsu, to be exact. now, that doesn't happen very often (ever) because osamu was always the one who cooked dinner.

there's nothing wrong with you making dinner, of course, osamu just.. happened to remember that one time you brought him a seemingly innocent bento back in high school. one bite in, and he physically couldn't bring himself to take another!

osamu can still taste the clashing flavors of sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, and salty on the tip of his tongue. it came all at once, ever so brutally. he didn't even know that was possible..

ever since that incident, you focused on baking instead.

"oh! hi, 'samu. welcome home." you greeted him warmly from the kitchen. osamu's worries are immediately wiped away just from your little smile and apron that he simply can't get enough of.

"hey, hun." osamu replies, taking his shoes off and switches to the ones that are fit for his own home. he walked over to you and the.. mini mess you made on the kitchen counter. "what are ya cookin'?"

"don't be mad, but i made chicken katsu curry for dinner tonight! a- and i know you usually do the cooking, but i noticed how tired you've been from work lately, so i wanted to try and give you some rest.." you rambled. osamu found you so cute right now.

and.. you weren't wrong. far from it. the more people knew about osamu's restaurant, the busier he'd get. finding employees who could master the recipes right was difficult. finding employees who could treat the customers nicely was difficult. man, just keeping both eyes open at work was difficult!

"..you didn't haf'ta do all this." osamu mumbles.

"but i wanted to! it was the least i could do." you remarked, scooping some of the curry up in a tablespoon. "open up, 'samu."

osamu sweatdropped. "h- hold on—!"

"don't be stubborn, try it!" you said.

osamu looks at your determined face, then.. your fingers that held up the tablespoon. there were small cuts, probably from you trying to carefully slice the ingredients. you worked really hard for this, osamu can tell.

osamu mentally prepares himself before eating from the spoon. his eyes lit up. the flavor wasn't like last time. it wasn't suffocating, and there wasn't a clash.

"this.. is actually really good." osamu stated.

"were you expecting a repeat of history?" you asked, suspiciously squinting your eyes at your husband who whistled innocently to the side, avoiding any eye contact with you.

"come on, have some more faith in me..!" you whined at his reaction. osamu chuckles, pulling you close by the waist, "will do, hun."

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Help

I can't find the art, but I saw Batstarion round like a jelly donut and wrote about it. You're welcome? SFW.

“Darling…help…”

Agnetha hurried as fast as she could in her condition (seven months along) to where she heard her husband in his bat form in his home studio. “Love, I’ll be right there!” When she entered the studio, she let out a small scream.

“I think…I overdid it…perhaps made…a terrible mistake…”

“Astarion!” She shrieked and picked him up gently in her hands. “What the—”

“You see,” he squeaked. That almost sounded like a moan. Oh dear. “I found some fat little mice and decided to take care of that rodent problem. Normally, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I…well, forgot I’m in this form. Hence, this.”

Her mouth moved for several seconds but no words escaped her. Then she nearly shouted, “How the fuck do you forget you’re a bat? How? How does that happen? That’s like if I forgot I’m pregnant. Astarion, you mad man!” She laughed and kissed his cute little head. Awww, his little ears are twitching. “You mad, mad man.”

“If I am mad, madam, I am mad about you.” He teased and doing a little bat smirk. Awwww he’s so cute I wanna squish him. Oh wait, nope. Don’t do that. “Ha! Now, I wonder what I will happen if I change back…”

She raised an eyebrow. “That is an interesting question. Do you want me to bring you to our room, put you on the bed, and then you do it?”

“Yes…let’s try, darling.”

After she placed him on his side of their bed, he changed back to his elf form---hair disheveled, expression soft, and beckoning her to lay down with him. “I think there might’ve been more mice than I thought, because I am quite full.”

It took a moment, but I am laying down…and don’t want to get up again for a bit. One of her hands reached for his and squeezed. “You didn’t have to kill the mice. I could’ve gotten poison or something—” You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to eat vermin anymore. I made sure you don’t, because I love you, and once our baby is born, you can feed from me again instead of beef and pork blood from the butcher.

He let go of her hand and put a finger to her lips. “Shh. It was my choice, darling. It makes it easier, especially for you. One less thing for you to deal with.” His hand traveled down to her belly. “You need to rest.” His gaze softened further (I can’t say no to his face. I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.) as he scooched closer to her. “Let’s stay here a while, sweetness. Let’s stay right here, and I’ll watch over you both. How does that sound?”

Why do I always blush so much when he uses his soft voice on me? WHY?!?!?!? I just…can’t say no to him. She closed her eyes, feeling more tired than she originally thought. “Yeah, sounds good, love. You rest too, okay?” He works long hours. He’s taken on more at home in the past month or so. He’s not getting my blood, so he’s not as satisfied as he normally is, not as sharp, and I wish I could just give him what he needs—

He chuckled. “Even without tadpoles, I can hear you thinking, darling.”

She opened an eye and pouted.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Opening her other eye, she sighed. “I feel like if I was still feeding you then you wouldn’t have gone after the mice.” It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. But I can’t help but feel awful.

He let out an annoyed huff. “Did you not hear me earlier? I said it was easier to have me drain them dry than having you get someone in here to take care of them or getting poison or whatever you would’ve done.” His gaze went towards her swollen belly. “I made that choice. It wasn’t being forced on me, my love.”

“I know.” She reached for his chin and tilted it up so she could look at him properly. He’s so beautiful. I still can’t believe he loves me. Wants to be with me. He could’ve had anyone, and he chose me. “I love you.” She laid a hand over his. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“I love you too, my darling girl. Rest now…” Upon seeing his wife try and fail to stifle a yawn, he laughed softly and rubbed her growing belly. “My poor little butter bun.”

“Sorry love,” her brown eyes fluttered closed as she exhaled. “Now that I’m in bed I feel so tired all of a sudden…” Probably because I’m literally growing a dhampir inside me. “Probably” doing a lot of work there, Agi.

He hummed, his hand on her belly now squeezing her fingers gently. “It’s alright, sweetness. Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake—”

Say it.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”

Me too, Star…I’ll find a way…I will…You’ll never be alone…

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 18

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Masterlist

"What about an attack from the East?"

"That's too predictable."

"But maybe because it is predictable, they will do it."

"They won't attack from the East" Rúben said. They had been looking at the maps for what felt like hours trying to decide what would be the enemy's next move, and his head was starting to hurt. He just wanted to finish his wine and lay down, maybe try to go back to his dream with Rowena. Rowena… how could he miss her so much? 

It had only been a few days since they had left the palace, since they had marched towards where the enemy was waiting. But for him, it felt like weeks. He missed waking up next to her every morning, his arm wrapped around her, her body pressed against his. He missed her laugh, the way her cheeks turned bright pink when he teased her, the way how, despite speaking their language perfectly, he could notice her accent when she was tired or got too angry at him. Though there were moments where it felt like she was there next to him, moments where he could swear he was able to smell her perfume. Like right now.

"I think we should attack first" one of his generals said. "We could go through the North flank and…"

"Pff" the boy filling their cups snorted.

"Anything to say, lad?" the general asked. 

He didn't answer, just shook his head and hid his face a bit more under his hood. 

"Then go fetch more wine. We will be needing it" the general grunted.

As the boy left, Rúben couldn't help but look at him. There was something very familiar on the way he stood, on the way he…

"We are done for today."

"My prince?" the general said.

"We are done for today" he repeated, getting up and leaving the tent, following the boy.

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"Going somewhere?"

"Let me go!" the boy complained while trying to get himself free of Rúben's grip.

"Shh, people may hear us."

"I don't care! Let me go!" he complained again while being dragged behind a tent.

"Or what?" 

"Or I'll cut you."

"You can try" Rúben chuckled. 

"Watch me" the boy said, somehow twisting around and putting a knife to his throat. "See?"

"That was really good, a very smooth move… wife."

"Thank you very much… husband."

"Put that knife down, Rowena."

"Afraid I may actually cut you?" she smirked.

"Actually… yes. You were crazy enough to follow us here, so who knows what else you could do."

"You should be thankful I followed you. Attacking from the North? Is he stupid?"

"I wasn't going to follow his advice."

"Of course not" she laughed.

"Rowena… put the knife down. Please."

"Only because you used the magic word…" she said before hiding it.

"Will you ever teach me how you do that so fast?"

"I don't think so. It is a Rice family secret."

"You aren't a Rice anymore. You are one of us."

"I will forever be a Rice" she said, giving her back to Rúben and starting to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To fetch more wine. Didn't you hear the general?"

"Rowena, stop."

"No."

"Rowena" he repeated, standing next to her. Him and his stupid long legs. "I said stop."

"And I said no."

"Alright then" Rúben said, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around until she was facing him, his lips suddenly on hers. 

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"How did you know it was me?" Rowena said, her finger making small circles on Rúben's chest.

"Do you seriously have to ask?" he laughed.

"My hips?"

"I could recognize them anywhere" he said, gently kissing her head. "But also your perfume. I was starting to think I was going mad because I was able to smell it."

"Noted. Next time I'll use a different one" she laughed. "And I guess I need to start practicing my walk."

"You can do that once you are back home."

"Once we are back home. I'm not leaving."

"Rowena…"

"No" she said, moving to face him. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

"This is war, Rowena. This is dangerous."

"I know."

"Do you? You ran away from the palace and sneaked into camp dressed as a boy."

"Yes. And? It isn’t the first time I do it."

"Rowena…" Rúben said, sitting up on the small bed in his tent. "I'm being serious."

"And so am I. I'm not going anywhere. I want to be here, with you."

"Why?"

"Because I… Because you clearly need my help if all your advisors are as stupid as that general." 

"They aren't, don't worry" he chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"I picked them myself."

"As if telling me that would make me feel any better" she said, rolling her eyes.

"What are you implying, my lady? That your husband is stupid?"

"Well…" Rowena smirked.

"You will pay for such an offense."

"Pay? How?" she asked, still smiling.

"Death by tickling."

"Rúben no… Rúben no, no!" she laughed while he pushed her down on the bed, tickling her everywhere. "Stop, please!"

"The magic word doesn't work here" he said as he moved to be on top of her, his fingers still tickling her.

"Stop, stop! Rúben!" she kept laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You aren't stupid!"

"Repeat that."

"You aren't stupid. You are the most clever prince I've ever met."

"Ever?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Ever."

"Then consider yourself lucky, my lady. You won't be dying of tickling today. But just today" he said while brushing his lips against hers. 

"Are you needed anywhere?"

"Not until dinner or unless the enemy chooses to attack."

"Then can we do again what we did earlier?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"All of it?"

"Afraid you may not be able to repeat it, my prince?" Rowena teased him, the way Rúben looked and smiled at her letting her know that he was more than capable to do all that again, and more.

[v-a-m-pxe]

Strange- Miguel O'Hara x Reader

TW: Mother reader, Blood/injuries, Bathing together and touching Genitals.

A/N: This is a story i really didn't think much of but i really cant think of anything right now but this so here's a story of Miguel i also want to make this a series.

Part 1...

Miguel never really left the house after your first baby Gabriela was born he always stayed no matter if he had a really good paying job he just couldn't leave you with the stress of a baby. You never knew much about his job which was apprehensive to you.

Today was not normal Miguel just disappeared, He wasn't home in his office like he usually is. You had his location but he turned his phone off. "Strange" you say as you paced back and forth from the front door all around the couch.

You tried calling him over and over but he just didn't answer the call, "Miguel please answer me" you repeated as the final call went through. "Baby i know you are worried but i'm not coming for a while te amo mami" he says on the spur of the moment.

"Miguel what's wrong why aren't you coming home!" you say trying not to shout because your new born baby is sleeping in the other room. BEEP, the phone hung up after you said your words worrying your husband has been taken by a villain making you scared you won't see him again.

Fear is all you felt the unsettling feeling making your stomach clench and small tears run down your face. You hear a sudden bang and cry from upstairs which triggers your mommy senses to run up and see what's wrong. You opened the door only to see a buff arms pick up your crying baby.

"Miguel is that you?" you say worried someone else is in your child's room his black figure turned around facing the door way where you were standing. "Yes darling" he says still holding baby gabi. "Why didn't you answer the phone and where were you?" you say with so many other questions falling behind the main one that needed to be answered.

"Shh amor gabi might wake up again" he says putting a finger up to his lips, you wanted to yell at him so bad but you didn't want your little baby to wake up from the commotion" Miguel tell me where were you i was worried and your phone was off" Miguel put gabi into her bed holding her little finger. He starts making his way out the room into the bathroom.

"MIGUEL IS THAT BLOOD?" you say holding your mouth as you look him up and down wide eyed "Yes, my nose was bleeding" he said taking his shirt off throwing it in the basket on the ground. WOW you forgot how sexy your husband was but you were still mad at him for making you worried and scared.

Miguel turned on the water to the bath tub and walked to the room like everything was normal, His demeanor was way off "Miguel what's up with you" you say walking up to him softly holding his arm so he wont move, suddenly he pulls you into a embrace squeezing you a little.

"love i got caught up with work, i didn't want you to worry too much but i'm here now so join me in the bath and ill show you a better apology" he says holding your hand leading you to the bathroom. You could only follow him pulling your clothes off your body seeing him do the same thing.

You both look at each other admiring the moment as if it was a painting on display, Miguel gets in first spreading his legs so you cant sit in between them. He starts rubbing down your back and shoulders " Tell me about your day mi Vida" he says still massaging your body making you feel so good and forgetting your worries.

"I had a really stressful day without you, Gabi cried a lot, my back started hurting, i just needed a break so bad" you say groaning from the feeling of his hands on your hurting back. "Its okay i'm here now don't stress anymore" he said rubbing your stomach and down.

You grab his hand leading it down to your heated cunt, Miguel rubs at your clit making you moan his name closing your eyes and relaxing as he does the work of pleasing you.

You heard a knock at the door which made you jump look up and suddenly the door opened...

A/N: i'm always rushing when i'm writing but i actually like this story i hope y'all like it too part 2 with be up by Sunday...

Part 2 is up!!

[jerseyshoresy]

Daddy Dearest Daryl

ANGST, FLUFF

Daryl and reader expand the fam!

Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , please enjoy!! <3)

Warnings: one instance of cussing

Being a parent was hard.

Your daughter was born three months ago and you and Daryl have never been happier. She was the cutest thing, having inherited Daryl’s deep blue eyes and your bright smile. She was the light of your lives and you’d do anything for her… but you just wished that whatever she needed right now at 2:33 in the morning could wait until daybreak. Her cries rang through your room like there was a five alarm fire and she was the 20 fire trucks that showed up to the call. Even with your home in the middle of a farm in the land of nowhere, you were surprised all of Letterkenny hasn’t knocked on your door asking you and your baby to keep the noise levels down. Sighing, you sat up and wiped the sleep from your eyes the best you could while simultaneously putting your feet into the slippers next to your bed.

“Shh, honey, I’m coming,” you told your daughter. As you went to the crib, you noticed she was already out of it and in Daryl’s arms as he tried consoling her. He was standing, trying to rock her back to sleep.

“Dary, I got it. You go back to sleep, you worked all day.”

Daryl furrowed his brow.

“What, and you didn’t work? I know for a fact that baby watching is serious business. I got her, you try and get some rest.”

You loved your daughter and you loved Daryl but you knew there was no way you could sleep with the crying. You and Daryl were now used to getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter or rock her to sleep, but tonight seemed especially difficult and you felt yourself getting a bit cranky.

“Dary. I’m already awake and I can’t sleep until she does. Go back to bed.”

“No way! I’m already up too. If you can’t sleep right now, why don’t we just stay up together?”

You shot him a look.

“Because that’s stupid.”

He shrugged the best he could with a wailing baby over his shoulder.

“Yeah, probably. I’ve been told I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed many times.”

You tried so hard to be mad at him but you just had to crack a smile. Daryl was a caring father and husband with a silly sense of humor which was just another reason on the long list of why you loved him.

“Fine then. Since we’re both doing this, I’m going to get her bottle,” you said, going to the kitchen and coming back into your bedroom with some milk. Daryl took it from you graciously and began to feed your baby. You didn’t know what washed over you, if it was the lack of sleep or what, but the sight of your husband and your child bonding together like that was too much for your emotions and you started crying. Daryl, ever so attentive, quickly guided you back to the bed to sit down. He had his crying daughter in his arms and sobbing partner sat next to him, he was feeling a type of tired that he didn’t know was humanely possible, and yet he was still so ridiculously happy that this little family was all his. As you calmed down, so did your baby. Daryl cautiously set her down in her crib as she finally began her descent back into dreamland.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” Daryl whispered, taking your hand gently in his and leading the way. You took your place at the dining table while Daryl made you your favorite hot drink. When he took his place next to you and laid a hand soothingly on your back, you felt yourself want to cry even more. You’d snapped at him, yet he’d gone out of his way to still treat you with kindness. You thanked the universe every day for giving you a man like him.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly as to not wake your sleeping daughter.

“Not really, but I know I need to,” you said, resting your face in your hands. “I think I just got super overwhelmed. You know I love you and our daughter so much. It’s like, I know I’m a parent now, but sometimes it just hits me that it actually happened. I see the two people I love more than this entire world and I… I guess I’m just so grateful beyond words for the life I’ve been given that I burst into tears randomly. I’m also really, really fucking tired.”

Daryl wrapped you in a tight hug, resting his stubbled chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much, y/n. We’re gonna get through the hard parts together, like we always do. You’re such a great partner and parent and there’s no one else I’d rather share a child with.” When you pulled apart from the hug, you two shared a tender kiss.

“I don’t have work tomorrow so how about I’m on baby duty while you get the day to try and catch up on rest a bit?” Daryl suggested, and you nodded sleepily in agreement. He continued on.

“So, now that we got that all sorted out, do you think we’re ready for our second kid?”

“Daryl, I swear to God—!”