#imagine them building nursery furniture

[sailingfireshipz]

The fact that he gave her a hard time about it just for him to have tried it to begin with lmao.

[sickeninglyshoujo]

a/n: continually obsessed w/ cod dads, here's price

part 1: simon here

part 3: soap here

part 4: gaz here

masterlist here

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 1.7k

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Price was afraid to have babies with you because of the age difference and you rolled your eyes every time he talked about being an old man and how a pretty young thing like you shouldn’t be dating him much less trying to get knocked up by someone his age. As if he’d let you even entertain the thought of leaving him for a young buck who couldn’t spoil you like you deserved.

Throughout your pregnancy he treated you like fine China, afraid he’d say the wrong thing and make you cry. He’s heard about women’s hormones during pregnancy even as you remained rock solid, rolling your eyes when he’d ‘yes dear’ you.

You tried to kick him out of the bathroom when morning sickness hit and he refused. Instead sitting on the tub next to you, petting your back as you leaned into the toilet and tried to soothe you, telling you how strong you were and how beautiful you were carrying his baby even with sick bubbling up your throat at the slightest movement “I thought morning sickness was only supposed to be in the morning,” you moaned with your forehead pressed against the cool floor tile. “It’’s a misnomer, love,” John said, removing himself from his perch on the tub to wet a cool washcloth and wipe down your face.

He wishes this phase was over, hates seeing you in pain like this.

That changes once the baby’s born then he’s ready to do it all over again. He didn’t know how attached he’s gotten to helping you do the things you couldn’t because of your belly  like putting on your shoes (looking up at your belly reverently the entire time before planting a kiss on it) for you and helping you pick things off the floor that your clumsy fingers dropped. He grew a particular affection for helping you rub shea butter and vitamin E oil over your rapidly appearing stretch marks.

Price insists on building the nursery furniture without reading the directions, “Know what I’m doin’ woman,” and to your chagrin he was right. Managed everything without a set of directions perched on his knee and instead chucked them to the side with the box.

The first thing he built was the fancy rocking chair he bought for you, insisting you don’t help him with anything “At least let me hold the screws John, I feel stupid just sitting here!”

To him, peace is this. This is what so many long nights holed up in some shithole on a mission have led to. Him sitting on the floor at your feet, building a life together while oldies play on the record player in the next room. He’s so overwhelmed in the moment he can’t help but pull your hand to his lips and kiss it and laughs at you when you ask him what’s wrong

“It’s all right, is the thing, love.”

When you get the first ultrasound, he stops at the store on the way home and purchased a picture frame (insisting you stay in the car and not overexert yourself, he’ll just be a moment, love). The next day he’s on base it now proudly sits facing him next to the photo of him and you vacationing in London with your faces squeezed together in the frame, selfie-style.

Tells anyone who enters his office about you and how far along you are, whether they ask or not, comparing the baby to different sized fruits, which parts were developing that week.

“She’s the size of a lime now, tiny little thing.”

“Can you imagine that she’s growing fingernails in my bird’s belly!”

Absolutely rubbed your swollen ankles in the evenings when he got home from work, peppering gentle kisses on them when he switched feet

Loved your pregnancy brain fog and would kiss your nose any time he got to remind you about something. He became the keeper of your calendar, scheduling your appointments and taking you to them.

When you go into labor, he’s on base in a meeting with some high-brass in a meeting on a highly classified matter. He’s not even allowed to bring his phone into the room. Instead having to turn it off and lock it in a safe prior to entering even with a baby on the way. He was aware this might happen and had instructed you on the line of succession.

“If you can’t get ahold of me, leave me a message lovie, then go down the line. Simon’s second-in–command-”

“Then Kyle, then Johnny, I know, John, you’ve drilled it into my head,” You soothe him, petting the creases he’s worn between his eyebrows, “It’ll be just fine, women have been doing it for thousands of years.”

“I’ll be there, I promise lovie,” He kisses your palm

You leave the message on John’s voicemail, a curt, “It’s time John, once I hang-up I’m dialing Simon, just like we practiced.”

Simon answers on the third ring, “Missus?” His rumbly voice cuts across the line.

“It’s time Simon and John’s still in the meeting since his phone is turned off.”

“Copy.”

The line goes dead leaving you blinking at the Call Ended screen.

You decide that Simon is aware of the drastic nature of the matter and instead busy yourself, you lug the baby bag and your purse to the floor next to the door and go through the checklist John had created in the front pocket: Stove off, windows shut and locked, televisions off…It wasn’t until Simon was letting himself into your front door that the list was likely a distraction from your husband to stop you from leaving on your own until Simon arrived.

Simon collects you with the cool confidence of a Lieutenant in the special forces.

No, don’t worry about the bags or the door, he’s got it, just get yourself into the car.

You try John’s number over and over on the way to the hospital, narrating Simon’s driving, “John, I’m going to have words with you when this is over, I cannot believe you let your pregnant wife in a car with what has to be the worst driver in all of Manchester!”

Before you know it, you’re being rushed into the hospital with Ghost snapping at the nurse at the desk for a wheelchair, NOW! He barks out orders in true military fashion leaving your head buried in your hands as you’re being escorted to the maternity ward.

“Now don’t worry, Sir, your wife is in excellent hands,” one of the nurses addresses Simon, all muscle pushing you in the wheelchair, unblinking and matching their pace.

“He’s not-” You try and interject.

“She better be,” Simon cuts you off, “And the labor will be handled with the utmost care or someone will have to answer to me personally.”

The contractions have started coming back to back and you’re pacing the hospital room, sucking on ice chips fed to you by a patient Simon.

Kyle and Johnny have also arrived and join him in his vigil, somehow maneuvering their way through the “Father and family only” policy the hospital has.

“She was adopted,” You later find out Kyle deadpanned at the security trying to stop him from entering the room, “Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

True to his word, John is there.

He’s rushed into the room, frazzled and running his hand over his beard, eyes darting until he finds you, “Hey sweet girl, I’m here, I’m here,” pointedly ignoring the nurse trying to count out the men in the room

(“Who are these men to you again miss?”)

(“I’m the father,” Gaz informs, flipping through a magazine to pass the time between bursts of activity with contractions.)

You moan out John’s name slapping at his chest weekly when he gathers you up into his arms and hugs you, “I’m mad at you John!”

“Don’t be mad, love, I made it just like I promised,” He tries to soothe you, smoothing his hands over your disheveled hair. “Not about being late, about getting me pregnant!” “It’s a bit late for that now, love,” He does his best to hide the smile twitching into place under his mustache. 

The boys remain in the room for the entire labor, John holding one hand and the other men trading off when your grip became too strong (“Dinnae know the lass could break my bones with just one hand,” Johnny moans shaking out his aching appendage.)

When the baby finally arrives, the doctor again looks around at the men in the room, “Would…Dad like to hold her?”

John finally extracts himself from your bruising grip to hold your daughter, eyes twinkling with joy at seeing the bundle covered in blood and viscera. Such a difference from every other time he’d been covered in the blood, these are stains he’ll gladly wear.

#1 baby wearer captain price

“I hardly get to hug you anymore because she’s always strapped to you!”

Price’s eyebrows go up at that, “Are you jealous, love?

 “Not jealous, but I miss my husband's arms around me!” When you say that with a slight pout in your voice, Price is quick to arrange Uncle Soap and Gaz so he can wine and dine you like old times. 

You make sure to wag your finger enough at the boys and remind them they’re there to babysit, not throw a rager and rile up the baby, even though you know your warnings are falling onto deaf ears. You wholeheartedly expect to return home to a cranky and overtired baby and two military men.

“Can’t neglect either of my girls” he’d mutter into your hair after pulling you close after dinner, holding you to his chest tightly in the middle of the sidewalk 

“You never do, John, you’re the best man I could’ve hoped for,” You muttered into his chest, “Never did I think I’d get someone so in love with me and our child.”

Will regularly fall asleep with the baby curled on his chest, boonie hat pulled down over his eyes, with your daughter also lulled to sleep by his steady breaths. You can’t help but take a photo every time it happens, so smitten with how your husband enjoys his quiet days on leave.

You can’t help but send the photo to the boys, having the group chat with them immediately blown up with emojis sent by Soap, laughing at the Captain’s prone form.

As a joke the photo ends up framed on Price’s desk, next to the ultrasound. Price actually enjoys having it to remind him of the peace he has waiting at home and the joke is ruined when the photo remains in it’s place of honor.

[luvzshy]

Hey! I love your work! I have an idea for you: reader and billie decorating for their babys nursery ✨

Home

The nursery was a blank canvas, waiting to be filled with colors, textures, and memories. As you stood in the middle of the room, you felt a rush of anticipation. The walls were freshly painted a soft, muted green, but it still felt empty, like a puzzle missing its most important pieces.

Billie burst into the room, a roll of whimsical wallpaper tucked under one arm and a mischievous grin on her face. “I think I found the perfect design!” she announced, unfurling the wallpaper to reveal a playful pattern of animals frolicking in a garden.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips. “Are we sure we want to go that bold?”

“Absolutely! Our kid deserves a fun space,” she replied, her excitement infectious. “Besides, I can’t wait to tell them about the giraffes!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Alright, let’s see what it looks like.”

As you worked together, you could feel the connection deepening. Billie took the lead, expertly aligning the paper on the wall while you assisted, passing her the paste and smoothing down the edges. “You know,” she said between giggles, “I always imagined decorating the nursery with you would be a wild adventure.”

“Wild? More like controlled chaos,” you teased, recalling the minor mishaps—the paint splatters on your clothes and the brief battle with the tape measure.

“Hey, chaos is my specialty,” she replied, shooting you a playful wink.

After several hours of laughter, teamwork, and a few snacks scattered across the floor, the wallpaper was finally up. Billie stepped back to admire your work, her eyes wide with joy. “Look at that! It’s perfect!”

You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as you both admired the room. It was filled with personality and warmth, a reflection of the love you both shared. Billie’s hand found yours, squeezing gently. “I can’t wait to see our little one in here,” she said softly, her gaze dreamy.

“Me neither,” you replied, your heart swelling at the thought. “We’re going to make so many memories in this room.”

As you began to arrange the furniture, the sound of laughter and joy filled the space. Each piece you placed held meaning—a rocking chair for late-night feedings, a soft rug for tummy time, and shelves that would soon be filled with books and toys.

“Should we hang the mobile now?” Billie asked, pointing to a cute cloud and star mobile you’d picked out together.

“Definitely. It’ll be the finishing touch,” you said, feeling the happiness radiating between you.

With the mobile in place and the last touches added, you both stood back, taking in the nursery one final time. It was more than just a room; it was a testament to your love, a promise of the family you were building together.

Billie wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I love this. I love us,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You turned your head slightly, catching her eye. “I love us too,” you replied, feeling the warmth of her embrace envelop you. In that moment, everything felt right.

[archangeldyke-all]

GRANDPARENT SEVIKA , but hear me out Grandparent COWBOY Sevika. She’d so be the old woman telling the kids stories about her heist.

EEEEEEEEEEEEK

men and minors dni

three years after both girls flew the coop-- vi hitting the road with caitlyn and jinx moving in to a little home a few blocks away from your inn with ekko-- you and sevika finally decided to 'retire.'

while you weren't willing to give up your business completely, you did decide to close down and board up the inn, transforming the upper levels of your building into a lovely little two-story apartment for you, sevika, and the girls to reside in when they decide to crash at yours.

vi and cait visit about once a week when they ride past town.

powder and ekko come over almost every night for dinner, apparently mature enough to live on their own but still unwilling to learn how to cook on their own.

you don't mind. despite the constant teasing you shoot at the young couple, you like having them around. (and you know that deep down, they're both so hesitant to take you up on cooking lessons because it would mean they'd no longer have a reason to come over so often.)

although you closed the inn, you kept the bar open because you love the people in your town and you've become somewhat of an establishment over the years. plus, you and sevika wouldn't know what to do with yourselves if you didn't have something keeping you busy.

in the evenings, the two of you open the bar to the public, serving stew and fresh baked bread and drinks and beers to your loyal patrons and keeping up on local gossip.

it's been great. working at the bar scratches the itch you and sev have to do something, but without the inn to manage or the kids to raise, you've both been enjoying the extra free time you have to... re-connect. (which means you've been fucking like animals on every flat surface in your home. loudly.)

but just when you thought you got rid of your kids for good-- jinx got pregnant. with twins. and then four months into her pregnancy, violet and caitlyn stumbled upon a pair of orphans living in the desert on their own.

so, in a matter of a few months, you and sevika went from child-free and retired to up to your neck in new children.

the moment you learned that jinx was pregnant, you and sevika set out to refurbish jinx's childhood bedroom-- rearranging the furniture to fit a king size bed for her and ekko, a desks, and a wardrobe. you also managed to cram two cribs at the foot of the bed.

jinx and ekko never asked to move back in with you two, but you insisted and they didn't protest. you and sevika had a hard enough time raising two little kids with the help of half the town, you could only imagine how fucking hard raising two newborns on your own would be-- you weren't gonna let your daughter and son-in-law go through that alone.

you cleared out one of the old inn rooms to become a nursery. it was sparse at first-- just blue walls painted with fluffy white clouds and a rocking chair in the corner, a little wardrobe, and a short bookshelf with a few of the girls' old picture books filling the shelves.

but as your patrons found out that jinx was expecting, the room quickly became filled with toys, books, stuffies, and hand-knit baby clothes and blankets.

vi and cait spent a few weeks on the road with the orphans, trying to find where they came from or who they might belong to. but after a few months, they gave up the search and gave into the fact that the kids were theirs now.

they wrote to you and sevika, their letter coming about a month before they would be, asking to live with you until they got back on their feet after the new addition to their little family. you enthusiastically agreed.

for them, you did the same thing, transforming violet's old bedroom into a suitable bedroom for a couple, and filling one of the four remaining spare bedrooms with drawers, bookshelves, and bunkbeds.

you, sevika, jinx and ekko spent the day of vi, cait, and their new kids' arrival out on the front porch, anxious to meet the new kids of your little mismatched family.

as they rode into town, you burst into laughter at the sight of vi, looking more haggard and tired than you've ever seen her, a little boy in her lap rambling on and on as she sluggishly nodded along.

"not so easy, huh?" you asked as you wrapped your kid up in a hug. violet melted in your arms and groaned.

"how the fuck did you do it?" she asked. you snorted.

"you'll get used to it."

violet and caitlyn's new kids are a pair of brothers, aged five and three. the eldest's name is jo-- talkative and curious and protective of his younger brother. dorian, the baby of the boys, is quiet and observant and incredibly funny without even trying.

despite violet's complaints and the dark bags under caitlyn's eyes, they both adore the kids. on their first night back home, you caught the couple standing in the doorway of their sons' room, watching them sleep and whispering to each other about how fucking sweet their boys are.

the boys are sweet. dorian becomes incredibly attached to sevika, to the point where he sleeps in between the two of you once or twice a week when he's not sleeping between his moms.

one of the cutest things you've ever witnessed is your wife out in the stable, feeding the horses with little dorian clinging to her back, squealing as he feeds handfuls of hay to teddy bear.

jo becomes your 'little buddy.' he's fascinated by the garden and tends to wake you up before sunrise to drag you out into the garden and ask you about various plants, putting all the strength his tiny body can muster into pulling stubborn weeds for you.

jinx gave birth on a hot summer night, right in the middle of the bar. luckily, one of your loyal patrons is the local doctor.

you watched in horror as jinx laid on the floor of your filthy bar, ekko's hand in her right and violet's hand in her left, doctor between her legs, caitlyn dabbing her head with a cold towel as she delivered her babies.

sevika passed out the second she saw blood between jinx's leg, and didn't wake up until much later-- when jinx was all stitched up and sleeping.

when she did come to, though, you had the pleasure of watching ekko introduce your wife to her newest grandchildren. one girl and one boy, summer and augustus.

she burst into tears as she cradled the babies to her chest, pressing sweet, gentle kisses to their heads.

"they're so small." she cried. "they're so fucking tiny babe, look at their itty bitty hands."

they're cute kids. augustus looks just like his daddy ekko, but he's got jinx's bright blue hair. summer looks like jinx, big blue eyes and thin nose and lips, but as she grows up her natural brunette hair forms a bright streak of white, inherited from her dad.

jo and dorian are obsessed with their 'baby cousins.' neither of the boys ever call the babies by their names, they call them 'sweet boy' and 'sweet girl,' just like sevika does.

jinx and ekko are surprisingly successful parents. ekko has a level-head and an abundance of patience in the areas where jinx lacks, and jinx isn't scared of anything-- vomit, diarrhea, tears, and snot-- nothing phases her. her endless energy comes in handy as the mother of newborn twins, and you're shocked and mildly concerned when jinx is back on her feet less than twenty four hours after giving birth, tinkering away at a desk in the livingroom, one hand holding a screwdriver while the other held summer to her breast to eat.

you catch violet outside the twin's room one night, crying as she looks down at her niece and nephew.

"you okay, baby?" you ask. your daughter sniffs and leans on your shoulder.

"did you ever think jinx'd have kids?" she asks. you shrug.

"honestly i thought you were gonna be the child-free one. i always pictured jinx with half a dozen kids." you say. violet laughs.

"i dunno. i didn't like, want kids, but i didn't not want them. and then once the boys came along there was nothing anyone could do to convince me to give 'em up. but powder? i never thought i'd see the day." she says.

you kiss her head, wrapping an arm around her waist as you listen to her talk.

"she was so fucked up as a kid... you know our mom died holding her?" violet asks, her voice wobbly. you did know this-- powder told you and sevika one night many years ago in a fit of tears-- but hearing violet talk about it breaks your heart all over again. "and i kinda always thought that my poor sister's never gonna be able to be a normal person. not that kids make you normal... but you know what i mean. i never thought she'd be able to make friends, or talk to strangers, or even sleep in a bed without me beside her, but fucking look!" violet whisper-shouts, waving at the sleeping twins. "she made those! all on her own!" she cries.

"ekko helped a bit." you joke. violet laughs through her tears and slumps against you.

"i'm so proud of her." she says. you smile, tears brimming in your eyes.

"me too." you say. "proud of you too, y'know."

violet snorts against you but doesn't deny it.

"you know neither of us would be here today if it weren't for you and sev, right? like, we'd be dead. or in jail. or dead." violet says. you chuckle.

"we're pretty great, aren't we?" you tease. violet huffs and elbows you.

"i'm serious."

"i know." you say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "and i'm serious when i say you two are the best thing that's ever happened to us. it wasn't even a question whether or not we'd take you guys in-- it's like you said. we weren't expecting the two of you but once you were here there wasn't a thing on this planet that could get us to give you up."

"you aren't upset?" violet asks. you blink at her.

"about what?"

"the fact that your grown daughters have crashed your retirement to have you help raise their kids?"

you burst into laughter, muffling it with the back of your hand so you don't wake the sleeping babies in the room beside you.

"no, vi. we're not upset. i mean, don't get me wrong, i definitely enjoyed being able to walk around the house half naked-- and i'm gonna miss having sex whenever and where--"

"EWW?!" violet interrupts. you snort and pinch her side.

"but no. we're thrilled you're all here. just a little pissed that we're grandmas at such a young age." you joke. violet laughs.

"god, kids really do get in the way of sex, though, don't they?" she asks. you snort and shake your head, half cringing at the idea of your kid having sex, half laughing at the truth of her statement.

you and sevika grow into grandparent-hood with relative ease.

the kids grow up like siblings rather than cousins.

the girls' 'temporary' move back into your home becomes permanent, just like their 'temporary' stay in your inn after they tried to rob you as kids became permanent so so many years ago.

the kiramann's come to visit once a month, riding into town with a buggie full of toys and gifts for their grandchildren each and every time. occasionally they'll bring a bottle or two for the adults to share, but their main priority is always the four rugrats.

silco, vander, mylo and claggor all come to visit once a season. sometimes the boys come without their dads, sometimes the couple comes without their boys, sometimes only one member of the family can make it-- but each time any of them show up it ends up being a party.

caitlyn gives up her life on the road to become the new sheriff of your little town after marcus took it upon himself to retire and get the fuck out of dodge. she's an incredible sheriff-- you'd never say it in front of her, but you think she's even better at the job than grayson was.

vi gets a job on the same ranch sevika used to work on, working as a rancher for ernie junior.

it's adorable watching the young couple in the mornings. vi always straightens cait's shiny sheriff's badge and cait straightens' vi's cowboy hat in return. then, they share a kiss, only to be boo'd by the kids, who then have to run away to avoid the smooches the women try to plant on their cheeks.

jinx starts a business of her own that runs out of your bar-- 'jinx's fix it shop.' she's got a designated booth in the corner where clients can visit her, bringing her various machines and tools to be repaired-- all of which she fixes in less than a day. from time to time, jo will sneak into her booth and watch his auntie pow-pow work-- fascinated by all the little screws and tools she uses. she just sits him on her lap and talks him through her process, their eyes sharing the same fascinated sparkle as they tinker together.

ekko decides to forego an official job, staying at home to help you and sevika with the kids. his days consist of reading lessons and chores, and by the time vi and cait get home you're guaranteed to find him passed out asleep somewhere hilarious-- in a haystack in the stable or spread out in the garden or standing straight up behind the bar. summer shares his love of naps, and more often than not, you'll find the kid sleeping right beside her dad.

most times, you send jinx to wake them up for dinner. she always wakes ekko first-- a gentle kiss on his forehead is all it takes for his eyes to snap open, which always makes jinx laugh. her laugh makes ekko's eyes go all big and sparkly, but before they can do much more kissing, summer's usually awake to see what her momma's laughing about.

before the twins could talk, the kids called you and sevika by your names, just like their parents. but once summer got the hang of english, she proudly declared that you and sevika were now 'gramma' and 'nana sev'. (she calls cassandra and tobias 'mimi' and 'old man.' benzo, of course, becomes 'peepaw.') the rest of the kids start calling you all the same things once they realize how much you all hate it.

despite the fact that the titles make you feel old, there's no denying that hearing the names make you smile.

sevika starts sprouting greys a few months before you do. she notices only because dorian points it out to her one night, asking if she's trying to copy summer's hair.

"you're so old!" you tease. sevika just rolls her eyes and proves how young she is by throwing you over her shoulder and marching you to bed.

most nights, your little family can be found scattered around the bar downstairs, the adults taking turns making drinks for the patrons while the kids play together behind the bar. but on sundays, the bar closes, and unless it's freezing out, you eat your sunday family dinners out on the front porch.

tonight, caitlyn insisted on cooking. it's your and sevika's anniversary, and as such, you've both been banned from doing any sort of chore or errand.

the two of you are cuddled up on your porch swing, watching violet as she chases jo and summer through the garden, the three of them laughing and screaming as they play.

ekko, jinx, and caitlyn are sitting on the stairs in front of you, chatting away as they share a pipe. (the perks of caitlyn being the sheriff means that any marijuana she confiscates from local teens comes straight home to your own stash.)

augustus is playing dress up-- a trunk full of outgrown clothes dragged out on the porch for him to rifle through. occasionally, when he's happy with an outfit, he'll run in front of you and sevika for your approval. once he gets it, he heads to the stairs to get his parent's attention, before strutting up and down the porch, modeling his creation with pride. you all clap and cheer, and he grins like he's won the fucking lottery.

dorian is squished between you and sevika, drifting off to sleep before snapping back awake.

you sigh, smiling as you take in your happy family in front of you.

"happy anniversary." you whisper to your wife. she smirks, tearing her eyes away from the playing kids to look at you.

"how many years is this now?"

"twenty fucking five. can you believe it?" you ask. sevika grins.

"time flies when you're havin' fun, darlin'." she says. you giggle.

"yeah? you've been havin' fun?" you ask. sevika furrows her brow, tilting her head in confusion.

"what're you talkin' about?" she asks. you shrug.

"i mean... you used to be the weary woman of the west. now you're just nana sev." you say. "you don't have any regrets?"

sevika gawks at you. "are you fuckin' serious?" she asks. you shrug again, and sevika scoffs. "baby, before i met you, i had no ambitions beyond stayin' alive 'til the next sunrise 'n stealin' the shiniest shit i could get my hands on. it was fun, sure, but... it was empty." she says. "this though? you? all the crazy shit you brought into my life like, love and family and friends and a buttload of kids? honey, there ain't enough treasure in the world for me to give this up." she says.

your eyes get a little watery at her words, and it takes you a second to collect yourself enough to lean over dorian and plant a firm kiss on her cheek.

"i'm so happy." you say. "you make me so happy. i love you so much."

"i love you too, darlin'." sevika says, blinking back her own tears.

between you, dorian groans and blinks awake.

"nana sev?" he asks. she quickly swipes her eyes before looking down at the boy.

"what's up kid?" she asks.

"i needa bedtime story." he demands, cuddling into your side as he prepares himself to be lulled to sleep by his grandma's voice.

sevika snorts, ruffling his hair. "which story?"

"mmm... cowboy story."

"what about the time me and gramma and your mom broke your ma and auntie pow-pow and uncles outta prison?" she suggests. dorian considers this, before shaking his head no.

"y' told that one a few nights ago." he says, yawning. you giggle at the picky little boy, pressing a kiss to his head.

"tell 'im about that train robbery you pulled off." you say. dorian perks up a little and sevika smiles.

"oh shit. i forgot i did that." she says, laughing. "right before i proposed to you, right?" she asks. you smile and nod, and sevika laughs. "my grand finale." she reminisces.

dorian nudges her. "i never heard this one!" he complains. "tell me!" he demands.

sevika nods, taking a moment to collect her memories, her smile growing as she thinks. you and dorian wait in anticipation as sevika clears her throat, putting on her 'serious storytelling' voice.

"alright. don't do any of the shit i'm about to tell you." she says. dorian nods with wide, sparkling eyes. "a long time ago, back when the west was even more deserted than it is now, your nana sev was a cowboy." she starts. dorian squirms in excitement, and you smile, ducking down to press a kiss to his head.

"the weary woman of the west!" he exclaims. sevika laughs heartily and nods.

"you got it kid. i was a fuckin' badass, but i had a problem." she says.

"what was it?"

"i was in love." she whispers. dorian gasps.

"with who!?" he asks. you scoff and tickle his side.

"with me, silly!" you say. he giggles.

"with your gramma." sevika confirms, nodding. "but this was before we were married. she was just a beautiful woman who worked in this very bar, and she refused to take my hand in marriage." sevika reaches up to dramatically clutch her heart. dorian glares at you.

"gramma! that's rude!" he cries.

"she was a criminal!" you say, laughing. "and she was always out riding through the desert."

"it's true, i was. but i had a plan to change that and make your gramma my wife-- i just had to do one last hurrah before i gave up my life of crime and settled down." she says.

you sink back in your seat, slowly swinging the bench with your foot as you listen to your wife's raspy, relaxing voice.

in front of you, jinx and ekko lean against one another as caitlyn and augustus do a slow waltz-- augustus dressed in a silky purple dress that's dragging a foot behind him as he twirls under his aunt cait's arm.

violet runs by with summer in her arms, both of them squealing as dorian chases after them with a stick.

the crickets are chirping, a cool evening breeze is blowing by, and the last rays of golden sunlight are breaking across the sky as it slowly sets on the horizon.

you're happier than you've ever been.

"it was a quiet night, just me, the moon, and my trusty old mare shimmer..."

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[mushroomates]

the fellowship at a hardware store, from someone who works at a hardware store:

sam: is in the nursery!! goes straight to the discount/dying plants and piles his cart full of wilted and sad plants. likes to rescue the houseplants first, has a soft spot for perennials and citrus trees. is a nightmare to check out but is very sweet about it. dirt and leaves everywhere. like, everywhere. they have to sweep after he’s gone. surprisingly strong and hauls big bags of dirt.

frodo: enjoys home improvement!! likes to wander carpeting and organization, hunts for good deals and keeps tabs on the sales weekends. he likes to peruse the shower curtains and closet accessories. likes to refurbish old furniture he finds off the side of the road- currently fixing up an antique dresser to put in the master bedroom.

merry: doorknobs, handles, dresser nobs. he likes to pick out the interesting and antique ones and customize his home with them. he really likes the oddly shaped ones, he has one starfish and one pickle on his nightstand table. likes to joke about touching all the knobs and fiddling with the knockers.

pippin: is lost in the lighting department. he’s staring up at all the pretty lights and hypnotizing fans. likes the remote controlled lights, enjoys messing with the demos. also likes collecting paint chips. (pippins also the kind of person to get really high and shit in the display toilets.) does not buy anything, maybe some beef jerky and skittles at the check outs.

boromir: this man has like 80 projects going on and is remarkably proficient in every conceivable area featured in the store. he’s here so much people think he works here. he kinda does. he’s happy to advise you, lead you to products, and lifts heavy things for little old ladies and swooning maidens. he’s happy to grab the things on the highest shelf as well as carry those bigs bags of dirt out to your care. he is just a naturally pure and helpful soul. <3

aragorn: has lost himself in scrap wood. straight to the lumber yard, straight to the pile of damaged and recycled wood. once a month, he comes and loads up as much as it will fit in a pickup truck. no one knows what he does with it but he keeps coming back. there are several theories around the store. either he’s building a bunker, has a side hustle by reselling it, makes massive fires or he does wood work. alternatively, he’s a homeless man building his own cabin in the woods so he can live away from society. that’s one’s probably the closest.

gandalf: mixes his own paint. he doesn’t work there but somehow he keeps getting back there and making his own custom colors. was known to pull a miracle and turn gray paint back into white. no one knows how he did this. likes to camp out in the seasonal section. enjoys lounging on couches and swings for long periods of time.

gimli: is so excited to walk into the tools section. wants all the toys. likes power tools in a way that’s both funny and scary. really likes chainsaws and leaf blowers, possibly because they pose the biggest threat to legolas. often gets flagged out the door because no one person needs that many tools and he must be up to something. he always beeps out the door because inevitably someone forgot to take off one of the sensors of his many, many tools. he used to be nicer about this but lately has lost patience with always being stopped out the door, and often will make a show of waving his receipt before leaving.

legolas: spends a good amount of time in the garden. i imagine he gets enamored with the fountains and ponds rather quickly, also likes the statues and fun pots. also, wanders through the garden and samples the plants. by samples i mean eat small bites of it, and if he finds the quality satisfactory he will purchase it. this is rarely the case and he often just goes around eating small bites of houseplants.

[megalony]

Hiii love!

I have a request for a Swat one shot, Street x reader.

Absolutely LOVE your writing and it excites me so much that you are writing for Swat too since it’s one of my favorite tv shows as well as 911 and sadly the Swat imagines are not that popular but with your amazing writing I’m more than sure I will enjoy anything you write about the crew ✨

Also I know in the first seasons when Karen goes to live with Jim he lives in an apartments but can we change it up and have him live in an area sort of like the one Deac live in.

So the idea goes: Reader and Street are married and they recently found out they are pregnant, around month 4-5, Jim’s mom gets out of jail and comes to live with them, Jim and reader had disagreements about Karen living with them since reader saw right through her scheme of how she manipulated Jim and also Karen doesn’t like the reader even going as far as encouraging Jim to leave her saying how she’s no good for him and what not but Jim being the amazing husband he is that’s where he never listened to her demands, ultimately reader just gives up about Karen living with them and the first few weeks they are both civil to one another but after awhile Karen starts mistreating the reader when they are alone starting from just saying stuff to her up to sabotaging things from her work, baby stuff they have bought with Jim and all the sorts, Reader eventually tells Jim all about this and how sacred she is this might get worse but Jim doesn’t believe her since Karen still has her claws on him and tells him maybe it’s the pregnancy that starts affecting her brain and how he knows she’s never liked her and is just trying to get rid of her from their apartment basically manipulating him once again to not believe her after hearing this reader and Jim fight and reader leaves to stay with a friend while things settle down at home since she doesn’t feel safe in her home anymore, eventually Jim looks for her they talk it out and she comes back, after a few days reader is the the nursery room putting away some things her and Jim had bought the day prior and Karen comes barging to the room on a rage rampage and just starts throwing anything she finds within arms length to the floor, reader tries to find a way to get out of the room scared Karen can harm her and the baby, she manages to get to the stairs but before she’s able to go down she feels how Karen grabs her and makes her loose her balance making her fall down the stairs, Jim was out on call that day and he decided to invite the team back to relax after the call they had and also the guys had promise to help build up the crib since he had trouble setting it up and some other furniture they bought not that long ago (yk since they are more than coworkers, they are family), when they got there they heard all this commotion coming from upstairs so they all rushed in thinking someone broke in but they were to late since when to got in they were only able to see the reader falling down after Karen grabbed her and witnessing the whole scene, Jim rushes reader to the hospital since she was not waking up, he was worried about her and the baby, some members of the team stayed back to deal with Karen and made sure she didn’t try to disappear others went with Jim, a few hours passes and everybody is in the waiting room waiting for update on reader and Jim is sort of groveling asking himself why he didn’t believe her when she first started mentioning all the things his mother was doing/saying to her, eventually the doctor tells them reader is stable and for her partner to go with him so Jim goes with the doctor and discusses her health and the baby’s with both of them, Jim is relieved she’s okay but the doctor tells them this was a close call and how reader has to be on bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy since it was an ugly fall, they eventually hear baby’s heartbeat to reassure them baby is okay, because of this Karen is sent back to prison, Jim cuts all contact with her after harming the two people he loves most, reader has an easy rest of her pregnancy despite being in bed rest, her and Jim fixed their relationship and now trust each other blindly and with the help of their Swat family they were feeling more than thankful for having such amazing persons being there for them.

Hope you liked the idea love! No pressure if you don’t feel it and feel like changing some things, you’re the expert here this is just an idea that popped in my head around 3 am after binging Swat 🤪

Hello 👋

Wow!!!

Thank you for the details I had such a structured plan to go from and it really helped me write quicker and I didn’t have to think of the plot at all!!

So I’ve split it into two parts- there was far too much detail to put this all into one- and I hope it’s gone how you want it.

Let me know what you think and thank you for sending this to me I absolutely loved it

Family Matters

Part 2

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[abbyslev]

im in a fluffy mood rn and i want to be cheesy so imagine hange with ur newborn 😭😭😭 they would spoil your child rotten they would be such a good parent:(((

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: hello! thank you for this ask. i had been thinking about soft hange with their kid :( im fucking CRYING thank you for this sidbfiurfirieurrbeurb sorry it took me a while and i apoligize if its short! Just a small little thing. thank you for this ask!!!

WC: 865

 You rub your eyes, turning off your alarm. It was currently four in the morning, which meant feeding time for your baby. 

     You yawn and stretch, head pounding from the fact that you were up not even two hours ago, trying to rock your baby to sleep. You notice Hange was gone, the side of their bed cold. You assume they were in the bathroom. 

       You walk over to the baby's room, rubbing your hands together. If she was asleep, you would just go back to bed. She shouldn’t be up if you just fed them not too long ago.  You open the door, stopping your tracks as you hear a quiet, raspy voice singing. 

        You stare at Hange, who held your child in their arms, bottle in their hand, slowly rocking the baby back to sleep. “Stop giving your momma problems.” Hange giggled, placing the bottle back in their mouth. “You look just like her. So beautiful.” Hange traced her face with their finger, cooing. 

       “What are you doing up?” You walk behind them, cheek resting against Hange’s shoulder. “Baby, what are you doing up?” Hange turned around, returning the question. Their eyes were tired, like they haven’t slept in a while. “I always get up to check on her around this time.” You laugh. “Oh, well she was crying and I didn't want you to get up again.” Hange pushed your hair behind you ear. 

        “Seems like she’s done.” Hange took her bottle, placing it on the dressing table. Hange placed the baby against their shoulder, eyes still on you. “You look tired, baby.” You place a Hange on their cheek, looking into their brown eyes. ��I’d rather be tired than you be up. Go back to bed, i’ll be there as soon as she’s asleep, ok?” Hange pressed a kiss to your forehead.

       “Are you sure? I don’t want you to wake up tired.” You shake your head. “I’ve been up for longer, now go on.” Hange placed a hand on your waist, pushing you to the door. “See you.” They kissed your head. You trudge back to your room, a big smile on your face wondering what you did to deserve such a beautiful partner and baby,

-

       “Shit!” You sit up. Your alarm didn’t go off, and Hange was supposed to be at work two hours ago.

      You notice their side of the bed was empty. “They must have left already.” You stand up, stretching. You go to the nursery, yawning and rubbing your eyes. Opening the door, you were faced with a surprise.

         Your baby was in her crib, asleep. Hange was sitting on the floor, head against the crib with a baby book in their hands. You smile, your heart beating quick. It made you remember how nervous Hange was when you two found out you were going to be parents.

      Hange immediately went to Levi, asking him how to babyproof the house and having to lock their science room. They spent hours in the baby clothes aisle and even had Erwin help them build all the baby furniture. They bought every baby science book they could find and it was all they talked about.

     Hange cared for you, made sure you were never up on your feet, and ran hot baths for you when you needed them. They were at every appointment, all ears and asking a million questions. Some of which you didn’t even think about asking. 

       When your beautiful girl was finally born, Hange just sobbed. They asked if you were okay and if you needed anything before holding her in their arms, tracing their face and mumbling “I love you.” Over and over again. Hange never left your side, holding your hand and staring at your baby the whole time. 

      “She’s gonna be the coolest scientist out there. Or whatever she wants to be.” Hange  fixed the beanie on her head, their long fingers pushing her cheeks together. They let Levi and Erwin meet her, and they could just see the excitement in Hange’s eyes. Growing pupils, words spilling out of their mouth. It was all Hange could think about. 

         That’s what made it all worth it. The restless nights, changing diapers, all the doctor visits, the crying, the screeching yells. It was all worth it because you got to see Hange giving their life for your child. 

         “Hange, baby, wake up.” You kneel beside them, shaking their shoulders. “Huh? Is she asleep? Is she ok?” Hange flinched, rubbing their eyes, looking around. “Yeah, she’s ok. You put her to sleep, and then you slept.” You push their hair back, laughing. “Oh my god, i’m sorry. I know i promised you.” Hange pushed a palm against their forehead. 

     “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. Call in and I'll make breakfast, ok?” You press a kiss against their forehead, standing up. “Okay. I’ll stay here watching her.” Hange looked through the crib bars, smiling. “She’s not going anywhere.” You laugh. “But she’s so pretty, she looks like you. Look at her!” Hange stuck their finger through the bars, playing with her small hand. You laugh and shake your head, heart beating. It was all worth it.

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Yup I meant the one with Lindey. I don't know what I meant by saying that this movie is old, I realized that I'm only a few years younger than it lol, I guess I meant the vibe it gives me amd that I was half asleep asking 😅. And I love your thoughts! If you have more ideas, please add them because I'm so addicted to it!

lol you’re good. Like I said I thought it was really funny.

I don’t really have much to add to the plot but I do have some bonus content ideas to share in no particular order

First if your curious to see where everyone lives I was asked to describe there homes in detail and ended up just building them in the sims. You can see all of that here.

In that post I talked about having similar lore for all my modern au’s and Quaritch and the Sully’s sending their kids to private school is another part of that. I don’t think I’ve ever gone into detail about this school but I actually based it off of a non religious private school in my city. The curriculum revolves around getting close with nature. Young kids take trips to the forest, raise chickens and butterflies. Older kids do community outreach and charity work. Of course I’m oversimplifying all this but I really think the Sully’s and Quaritch would love the sound of this school. The Sully’s of course would like how the curriculum revolves around learning and respecting nature while I think Quaritch would appreciate that kids actually get out of the classroom and get first hand experience out in the world.

So imagine how Hunter reacts when he finally calms down enough to not be afraid of the jungle. He’s a little nerd, capable of identifying plants and animals in a snap and by their scientific classifications no less. The scientists are super impressed. When Hunter is in the labs with them he’s able to talk to them about their studies like a PhD. When they’re in awe of the fourteen year old Hunter’s just all “like it’s hard?” Paz is so proud of him but it also starts her thinking that she should have Spider stay with his dad. Because Quaritch is obviously paying top dollar to make sure their youngest gets the best education possible. She home schools Spider as best as she can and encourages him to pursue his interests but that would never come close to what Hunter is getting. 

I also mentioned in that other post how over the years Quaritch would send Hunter off for a weekend so he could redecorate what would be Spider’s room, keeping it age appropriate for the son he hoped to bring home one day. Otherwise Spider would have come back to his old nursery. So Spider gets there, already emotionally spent from their surprisingly loving reunion and walks into this lifeless beige house. Automatically he hates it and dreads what his room will look like as his dad gives him the tour of the place. He’s pleasantly surprised when Quaritch opens the door for him. The room is dark green with simple furniture. The only things he hates are the camo print sheets on the bed. “You can redecorate if you want,” his dad says. The only thing he wants is a different bed set. But he sees a ways to hurt his dad’s check book and leaps at the opportunity.

After they go out for lunch, they go shopping. Spider gets his new bed set but also drags Quaritch into a local art store to buy an easel, canvases, paints, brushes and also tons of random stuff that just looks interesting to him. When they check out everything totals over $2000. Spider about has a heart attack but to his absolute shock his dad doesn’t bat an eye. So when they go to the book store across the street Spider decides to test Quaritch’s limits even more. He picks up every book that looks interesting to him, throwing in some smut just to freak his dad out. Quaritch doesn’t say a word just tosses the smut out, replacing it with educational material. At the end of the shopping spree Quaritch has spent thousands of dollars on Spider without a care. internally Spider is insanely uncomfortable by how much money was dropped on him in only a few hours.

I also had this idea in my head that Pandora’s environment is so good for your health that it heals you. Hunter wears glasses but after about a month of being out in the jungle, eating nothing but Pandoran recipes his vision starts to get blurry. He thinks at first that he must need a new prescription but when he takes off his glasses to try and clean them he realizes he can see perfectly. The scientist of course run a bunch of test and yep, Hunter has perfect eye sight now. He’s also growing like crazy but for some reason has no growing pains.

Something I just couldn’t find the words to articulate in my first post was that when the boys reunite after the switch that they look more like twins. Hunter’s hair is curly and mousy brown and it grew to a little past chin length during his time in Pandora, just long enough to start putting some thin braids into. He doesn’t need his glasses anymore plus he got taller but still not as tall as Spider. Spider on the other hand got his hair cut to his shoulders and in the process got all of his sun bleached ends off making his hair look a lot darker, not quite his brother’s brown but kind of a weird in between where in some lightings it looks dark blond and in others it looks more light brown. They dress similar and both have pierced ears. At a distance it’s pretty hard to tell them apart.

Another thing I couldn’t find a way to put in- Paz and Quaritch never formally divorced. They were too concerned with getting their other kid back to bother even thinking about that. So they’re still technically married. Paz keeps her wedding ring in a box by her bed. Quaritch wears his on his dog tag chain.

This is a more resent idea that I had based off something I’m doing. I made a fall bucket list so I can make sure I’m doing everything I want this season and so far it’s been a lot of fun. I was pumpkin picking with my friend this past weekend when I imagined the boys making a similar list when their mom comes to visit. They’d want to do all these fun family activities to try to get their parents back together. Also since Spider grew up in Pandora he’s never experienced any of these things either and is super excited. Paz got their mid October and after her weekend trip turned into a week without her ever mentioning when she was planning on leaving the boys go up to her Saturday morning all puppy dog eyes and ask, “mama can we all go pumpkin picking together.”

Paz’s heart nearly bursts from how cute her boys are being, “of course we can sweetheart.” And then she remembers her ex husband, “but you should probably check with your father first.”

Spider’s got that locked down though. He rushes up to Quaritch who’s raking leaves outside and says, “dad can we go pumpkin picking? I’ve seen it in movies and I really want to have that all American autumn experience.” Quaritch is a complete sucker for that. He drops his plans for the day to take everyone to pick pumpkins. They go through a corn maze, feed goats, enjoy some warm drink, and finally they go on a hey ride out to the patch to find the best pumpkins.

The next day Spider shows his parents that there’s an Oktoberfest going on in their local park. They all go.

The next week on Friday night Hunter asks if they can all go to a haunted house together. The only one who actually got scared was Hunter who punched a scar actor and ran away. Paz chased after him while Quaritch and Spider hung back, laughing their asses off.

Saturday morning they go apple picking. That night Paz sets up a build your own caramel apple bar in the kitchen, with home made caramel and all the toppings the boys could possibly want. The kids go nuts over it. Paz is so happy watching them while Quaritch is smiling watching all three of them feeling that this is how it should always be. They cuddle up on the couch to watch a Halloween movie after that, the boys in the middle to act as a buffer between their parents.

On Halloween Spider insists they all go trick or treating. “You’re way to old for that,” Quaritch says.

“But I’ve never done it before,” Spider says, purposely pathetic and pouting. Quaritch caves. Paz helps them make their costumes. They take family pictures before leaving, all four of them in frame. Spider is so happy that he got to trick or treat at least once in his life. He keeps about half of his candy and gives the other half to Tuk who goes home with an absolute mother load.

I thought about continuing on past where I ended the first post but figured everyone could see where it was going. But if I had continued it, it would have basically been everyone goes to therapy. Paz and Quaritch have couples counseling, the all do family therapy to work through any issues coming from their separation and of course Quaritch has therapy.

I do think Quaritch will become some kind of anti hero at some point in the upcoming movies. In my opinion he doesn’t deserve redemption for everything he’s done, at the same time thought I think he is capable of feeling remorse for what he did but only if Spider pushes him in that direction. I really do think he’d be willing to change for his son.

So that’s the direction I’d take Quaritch in this au. He goes to therapy but really it’s only to satisfy Paz. He doesn’t think he has any problems and so doesn’t take it seriously. But Paz kinda figured he’d be like that and so Quaritch’s therapist is a hard ass that doesn’t take any of his shit. Quaritch has stormed out multiple times when his therapist calls him out on things he doesn’t want to admit about himself. But then he calms down, what was said to him replays in his head and after days of dwelling on it he decides to go back to dig deeper.

Meanwhile Paz, Spider, and Hunter worship Eywa, making Quaritch feel like an outsider in his own home. Their practices makes them so happy and breaths new life into their home that Quaritch can’t help but feel. And it makes him really sad. Because he’d like to be able to join his family but he can’t see their religion as anything but savage nonsense. Watching his family along with his therapy is what starts the change inside of him.

Him and Paz start having long conversations late into the night where Paz educates him and gets him to start feeling empathy for the people he hurt. It’s a long road and he really needs to drop his pride to admit that he even did wrong. Once he finally does he thinks he’s good. He admitted he was wrong so they can all move on. No one in his family is putting up with that shit.

Spider challenges him to apologize to the Sully’s first. He doesn’t want to do it. Spider calls him a punk bitch. So Quaritch starts with inviting just Jake over to have a conversation. At first it’s antagonistic but eventually it becomes more open as they find common ground. Because Jake did betray the Na’vi until he saw the light and started fighting to defend them. He doesn’t think his old boss can really change but he does appreciate the effort. If it was coming from the right place. “You don’t actually want to make amends. You’re just doing what your family wants you to do. If you really wanted to change you would do it for yourself not just for them.” With that Jake leaves.

It takes weeks of thinking on his words but eventually he gets it. So then he has to think, does he feel guilty for what he’s done? He unpacks it with his therapist and again it takes months but he eventually comes to a point where he knows what he did was wrong and terrible but he still doesn’t feel guilt over it.

In the meantime his therapist encourages him to get involved with his families religious practices since he feels left out. They’re happy to show him the way. Paz knows she needs to show him in a way he’ll understand. They go on a camping trip, no phones, no computers, no t.v. They go on long hikes, Quaritch takes the boys fishing, they hang out by the campfire enjoying a meal and conversation. When the boys go to sleep Paz and Quaritch are star gazing when Paz asks, “you feel that? That warmth in your chest. That stillness in your soul when we’re out here. That’s Eywa. That’s being connected to the great mother.” Quaritch doesn’t say anything but he gets it. And the more he taps into that feeling - standing on his porch feeling the early morning breeze as he sips his coffee, having lunch in the park, helping his family in the garden, playing catch with his boys in the backyard - the deeper that feeling gets. And as that feeling takes root he starts having flashes of the Na’vi. He has a nice meal with his family. He sees in his minds eye a Na’vi family that looks like his having a nice meal only to be gunned down by him. He kisses his sons goodnight and imagines a Na’vi parent doing the same only for their kids to be murdered in the war. He cuddles with Paz on the couch only to see a Na’vi man sobbing over his dead wife’s corpse. Finally the guilt for what he’s done starts to hit him full force.

He’s a pathetic mess when he shows up at the Sully’s house. He begs at Neytiri’s feet not for forgiveness or redemption. He’s really just pouring out how sorry he is. When she kicks him he relishes it, feeling that he deserves to have the shit beaten out of him. “Get up! Stop wailing like a child! You can never make up for what you did but you can at least help the future!” After that she slams the door in his face.

Quaritch is a high ranking member of the military so when he has meetings at the pentagon he starts advocating for peace. It pisses off some but he does convince others. He works really hard to get more on his side. He knows it’s going to be a long road but he’s ready to fight.

His family is so proud of him. Spider is constantly gathering info for his dad to strengthen his anti war position. Paz suggests they renew their vows. Hunter and Spider are their dad’s best men at this ceremony and it’s all just really sweet. And they live happily ever after.

So those are probably the last of my thoughts unless anyone hits me with an ask that inspires more. I’m really glad you enjoyed this au. I really enjoyed writing it so thank you for sending it in 💞

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@badtrigger : Day by day she grows, and Santiago adores every moment of it. He had not ever imagined he would father any children, and to be having two on the way? His mind is still trying to wrap itself around that. Twins. They'll certainly have their hands full. He comes to lay on his side in the bed, moves to rest his temple in his hand and his free palm against her belly (every time with the silly hope he might feel the kick of little feet.) "I've been thinking more. What do you think about 'Monte' for one of them?" He tests the waters, watches her face for change. This name Santiago had thought long and hard about, about what it means to him, about how it might make her feel. They had both lost the same man. Watched him lose himself in his final days with Los Piratas. Santiago still thinks about him all the time. As much as he would like to give a hundred percent to the present, to Brianne and this new life they are laying the foundation for, his brother is always somewhere there at the back of his mind. But it's a happier, cheekier version of him, of Vaas, because that's how Santo prefers to remember his brother as. Not as the delusional, tormented man fighting an unwinnable war in his own mind. "I know he was not always the kindest. He was difficult. Very difficult. But.. he was like family. There was no one else like him." No one else like Montenegro. // wonderfully random asks ( always accepting ) ᠂ ⚘ ˚

She loves it, Santiago’s penchant to touch her growing bump, seeing it as an outward expression of their future sons being on his mind as they are on hers. More change awaits them, more settling into this quieter domestic life, to building a family into their future, and putting the stress of their past behind them. Among deciding what nursery furniture, baby carriers, and diaper creams to purchase, the ongoing discussion is naming these twin boys. 

It takes a second to register where the name he suggests comes from, and then — Montenegro, Vaas’ last name. With it, eyes bright with anticipation and a smile that’s curious drops under the need for solemn remembrance, to the mourning they both carry on for this man they lost. 

What would it mean to her to honor him by bestowing this name to one of their sons?

Vaas was a man she loved in her own delusional way. Not for love that could be returned or a love untarnished by shame and fear, and perhaps only held onto by pity and a foolish belief he needed her more than just for her money and body. She does not always like who she was with Vaas, who she had to be at times to appease him, or the feeling of being trapped in his cage that ironically ended up protecting her. But without him, Santiago would not be in her life as he is now. Everything happens for a reason, they often say. Maybe only in this, she chooses to believe it. 

Her hand reaches towards her husband's face, her fingers lightly gliding up the length of his strong jawline before resting her palm against his cheek. A searching gaze locks onto his brown eyes, under it a smile that's doleful in its thoughtfulness. A moment is taken for her hand to seep in his perpetual warmth. Softly she speaks. “He was your brother. And I believe he saw you the same.” 

Santiago was always a fixture in Vaas’ conversations. Yes, as his righthand man who managed all the gang’s ongoings, but more than that. He was someone whose advice Vaas would actually follow, someone he trusted, and someone he loved like family. For all the man's difficult tendencies, she knows that was not all he was. His smile, mischievous usually, could still so often bring one out of her. He could make her forget her troubles for a brief period of time. He was there when she had no one else to fall on. For good or bad, he means more to her than he probably deserved.  

“I like it. Monte. And it would go really well with Miguel. Two m’s.” Their other thought was to pass on Santiago’s middle name. A perfect pair, and one that would hold meaning and memory. Vaas should not be forgotten. “Monte and Miguel.”

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Blooms (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

3

IN SHOCK, Steve gaped at the nursery. It was nearly identical to the one at Stank Tower. Same sage wainscot. Same bunny wallpaper. The only difference was the furniture. While Steve had chosen a white painted wooden crib with matching changing table and dresser, the ones at Bucky's brownstone were mismatched with a vintage gold metal crib and a dark stained changing table.

Turning to look at his – not his – alpha, Steve's brows were in a deep, heavy furrow. "Why? When?"

"I told you," Bucky entered the nursery so he could get the Peter Rabbit bedding out from one of the drawers. That was also different from the bedding Steve had chosen. Steve had gone more neutral with beige and ivory details. As he began making the crib, he continued, "I was supposed to take her."

Steve held Mia closer, tighter. Making sure to drop a few kisses to the top of her head while he marked down her back. He was certain that no matter how many times Bucky confessed to what Plan A entailed and no matter how much time had passed, it would always break his heart. Steve couldn't imagine the heartache that would've caused him.

"I'm glad you didn't."

Busying himself with the fitted sheet, Bucky shrugged, "It was the right thing."

Nodding, Steve swayed Mia. She had eased since leaving the apartment building, but Steve still felt the need to comfort her. Thankfully, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Now Steve would have to convince himself to lay her down in her crib.

"Still," Steve yawned, "I'm glad you didn't."

Facing Steve, Bucky watched as the omega held their daughter. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he agreed, "I'm glad too. I knew you'd make a good papa."

For a moment, they just stood there. Steve swaying Mia and Bucky watching them. Briefly, Steve felt bad about how he had been handling the situation between his daughter and her alpha father. He knew that Bucky deserved a chance with her. Especially with how good he had been to both of them. But Steve couldn't help still being upset with him. The alpha had deceived him on a most personal level, and Steve was hurting deeper than he ever thought he could.

Crossing the room, Steve laid Mia in her crib and affectionately pushed her thin dark hair off her face, being mindful of her horn nubs. Then, he went to the glider in the corner. At least that was the same as the one at the tower.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Draping the Peter Rabbit quilt over his lap, Steve yawned, "Of course, I am."

Gesturing towards the rest of the brownstone, Bucky said, "You know there are other bedrooms."

"I wanna stay with her."

I still don't trust you, was what Steve meant.

"I can get you a cot," Bucky offered. "Or bring her bassinet into one of the other rooms."

Steve shook his head, "I'm fine here."

Sighing, Bucky nodded, "Okay. Just call for me and I'll come to you."

Keeping his gaze on the brunet as he left the nursery, Steve tried to stay away. If only for a little bit longer. Even after Bucky turned the light off and shut the door on his way out, Steve kept his gaze on the door. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to trust the alpha the way he had before the truth was revealed.

Now all he had... to... do... w a s   s t a y   a w a

CREAK!

Eyes snapping open, Steve's gaze scanned the room. Natasha was standing just inside of the nursery, looking apologetically. "I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you're okay after everything last night."

"I'm fine," Steve assured, glancing over at the crib where Mia was starting to fuss. Pushing the quilt to the side, Steve climbed off the chair to reach her. Already, he could feel himself starting to leak. Unbuttoning his sleep shirt, he shoved his supporter to the side and brought the newborn up so she could latch onto his sore nipple.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? You don't have to be so strong all the time."

"I'm fine, really," Steve repeated, returning to the glider. Natasha leveled A Look at him, so he quietly admitted, "It was a little scary, I guess."

"It was," Natasha confirmed. "We should've kept a closer eye on you two. We just assumed that since we were next door and that we knew everyone, that you'd be safe. We won't take that chance again though."

"We?"

A little smirk quirked Natasha's full lips, "One thing you need to know about us is that we take care of each other. We're pack, and now you are too."

He regarded the redhead for a moment before asking, "And if I choose we're not?"

"Sorry, Stevie," Natasha half-teased, "You're stuck with us."

Pressing his lips together to keep himself from arguing, Steve redirected his attention to his nursing daughter. She really was perfect. Even with all the inhuman features that she'd inherited from the demon man that sired her.

"You're lucky, y'know?"

Brows furrowing, Steve looked up at Natasha. Disgust mixing with disbelief, he cruelly scoffed, "How am I lucky? Was it when I was betrayed by my husband? Was it when I was preyed upon by a King of Hell? Or was it when one of your cult members tried to hurt me and my baby?" Before Natasha could speak, he decided, "Or was it when everyone decided it'd be fine to steal my baby so they'd be groomed into leading the damned?"

"You're naive," Natasha decided and left.

Staring at the spot where she had been standing, Steve wondered if he had been too harsh on – No! Don't you dare, Steven Grant Rogers! You have every right to be upset!

Done eating, Steve lifted Mia to his shoulder so he could burp her. All of those years of babysitting and having baby fever had really paid off. It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about this. Sure, Mia was tiny and had been premature, but she seemed just as healthy – if not healthier – than any other baby.

He figured that Bucky's supernatural genes had a lot to do with that. Steve couldn't be angry with the alpha about that. And despite himself, Steve hoped that one day he and Bucky could be friends. They might not ever be as close as they had been before the truth was revealed, but maybe they could be better than they were now.

[julianalvarez9]

So I have this HC that I’m absolutely FERAL over. So imagine Ruben decorating the baby’s nursery - like no expense would be spared. He would spend months looking into the theory behind paint colours and which is best for babies, the best and most over the top furniture, there would be a reading corner where he had all the city boys choose a suitable baby book and had them scribe a message to the baby for when they are older, there would be a city build-a-bear which plays a lullaby of all three of yours heartbeats, the baby would be the most stylish but also most protected because while Ruben trusts the boys wholeheartedly on and off the pitch, nobody, regardless of their association with him, is going within three feet of that child

stooop this is so detailed already, i don't have anything to add 🥹 need dad!rúben as the father of my kids pretty please 😭 also thought the part of the city boys gifting a book with little messages written for the little one when they're older was so cute 🥹 dead !!! i love this sm anon thanks 🤍🤍

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Chapter 47: Solara and Fuegoleon start making preparations for the baby, and talk about names, along with a feeling Solara has

Tag list: @succulentsunrise​ @loosesodamarble​

This might contain themes and topics some of you may find uncomfortable, which is why reader discretion is advised.  Warnings: Descriptions and talk about pregnancy and child birth

Length: ~3.9k

Chapter 47: Good things come to those who wait

“What do you think about this one?”

Fuegoleon turned to look towards his wife, who had wondered into a corner of the furniture store, and to a light wood coloured, oval shaped crib.

Though this was more so for the purposes of figuring out what they both liked, when it came to items that would be placed into the nursery, rather than actually make purchases on this day. Or so he supposed, since unless they found something absolutely perfect, they would order custom made ones according to their specifications. As one thing, he hoped that the insignia of the Crimson Lion Kings would be engraved into the crib. Though he had an inkling feeling that Solara wished for her own insignia to be placed there as well. But it was more than doable.

It was more than doable.

“I was imagining a darker shade of wood,” he admitted. “It would suit better for the rest of the castle.”

She let out a hum, and nodded, while gliding her fingers over the railing of the crib. The smooth, almost smooth surface, while tracing the lines that were still visible in the wood itself. Her eyes were into the crib, into the off-white linen, but Fuegoleon wasn’t sure if she was inspecting the crib, or thinking something.

But, had he had to guess, he would have guessed the latter option.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, making his way to her with a faint smile on his lips.

He placed his hand onto the railing of the crib, next to hers, and looked into the linens, the same as she did. But only for a short, lingering while before his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her, as if pulled in, gravitated to her, just as they were supposed to.

He felt like that’s what his gaze was supposed to do. It was supposed to find its way to her, gravitate to her.

Admire her.

All of her, from the tips of her toes, all the way to the top of her head, without forgetting the baby bump that was now visible. Not quite large yet, but big enough to be seen, which is why the announcement had been made.

Lucky for them, if he could say so, they hadn’t ended up being the only royal couple expecting in the kingdom this year, which took some of the attention away, distributing it more evenly. But he wasn’t thinking about it. About the attention, or the amount of it, not that of the public anyways.

Instead, he was thinking about how, in a relatively short amount of time, he’d need to be shifting his attention to one more direction. Because, so far, the two most important people in his life were always in the same place. But soon, he’d need to try to keep an eye on both of them. Which would prove to be more difficult as their child would learn to craw, walk, and run.

He was certain they’d learn to run soon. Who knows, maybe they’ll run before they walk, he mused to himself as the corners of his mouth tugged up wider, and a glimmer rose to his eyes.

“I quite like the shape of it,” she finally replied, glancing to him briefly.

“We can get one in this shape, but a darker shade,” he told her, while wrapping his other arm around her middle and pulled her closer.

“But will it be sturdy enough?” She thought out loud.

And his reply begun with a thoughtful hum of his own, as his eyes briefly scanned around the room, back to the other cribs they had already looked at. All of which had been rectangular, and of sturdier build, she was right about it.

“I don’t think the baby will manage to break the crib,” he chuckled, before turning back to her and pressing a kiss onto her temple.

“It’s not the baby I’m worried about, when it comes to that,” she teased. “But… does it really fit? With everything else, I mean. Most of our furniture are bulkier.”

“And we can buy them ‘bulkier’ furniture when they grow up,” he assured her. “If this is the shape of the crib you want, then we shall get it.”

“There’s not really space for carving the insignia either,” she noted as a rather melancholic expression veiled her face, but there was something so amusing in how she was stressing about little details such as that. At least to him. Because there were more than one way of going around it.

“Hmm…” his gaze flickered to the foot of the cribs, and the back to her. “We could request for decorations or details with a lion motif instead,” he suggested. “Similar as to clawfoot baths, or then into the bed canopy. There are options, my love,” he repeated with an understanding smile that made the whispering echoes of apprehension, of doubt and hesitation melt away from her.

“I’m being foolish again, am I not?” She asked with a hint of amusement in her tone, but her eyes averted from him all the same.

A light, airy, good-willed chuckle left him as he shook his head. ���Perhaps a bit silly,” he teased, nudging her head with his.

“Perhaps?” She half asked, half smirked back.

“Perhaps,” he repeated. “But you are allowed to be silly.”

She smiled, and let out something that was nearly a huff, but more of an exhale. It was amusement, at herself, seeping out in any case.

“And furniture is always replaceable. Nothing bad will come from it. So, if you wish for an oval crib for out child, then that is what we shall get.” His eyes were soft, and gentle, made of that shade of lavender that was so impossibly caring that she could barely grasp it.

It was the shade of purple that made her heart flutter, much like on that day, on their first official date, that she had told him about how the shade of his eyes was her favourite colour. And the flutter, it was anything but upsetting. Instead, it was a lull. A waltz. Something that made her very soul smile, each time she thought about it, about them, about him.

“As a matter of a fact,” he continued, making her quirk an eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

He had something to tell her, something that he had been thinking, perhaps since entering the shop.

“Every nursery needs an armchair for a nursing mother…” “We have armchairs in our bedroom, where the crib will be in the very beginning,” she noted with an amused smile.

“But not one which is large enough, sturdy enough, and allows you to lift your feet up,” he continued, factually, but with a shadow of a grin painted over his lips nonetheless.

“Mhmm…” she hummed with a nod of her head.

“And it has rounder edges and lines, in contrast to the existing furniture. Meaning that something, such as a crib, with softer edges, would compliment it more than well.”

“Mhm, I see,” she half teased, half smirked at him. “It sounds you have such a chair in mind. Perhaps even purchased already?”

He chuckled again, as his eyes turned to the ceiling for a passing moment. “To quote someone: ‘I admit nothing’.”

She let out a chuckle of her own, while shaking her head. “You are impossible,” she teased, while placing her hand onto his on the crib railing.

“Then, we are a match,” he mused.

“And you’re only convinced of it now?”

“Did I state that it was evident to me from only this moment on?”

“You’re not helping your case.”

“I wasn’t aware that there was a case,” he grinned as the smirk extended into his eyes. A flicker that made him almost cocky, but in a way that she would have called as ‘adorable’.

He was being a tease. And he knew it.

“Oh my,” she uttered, not really meaning anything without it. But it served as yet another way for her amusement to seep out of her.

And seeing it, the way her head swayed from side to side, but the smile prevailed without a second of falter, he leaned closer, and pressed another kiss onto her temple.

“Gocha,” he whispered, in a way that wasn’t really forced. But the word tumbled from his mouth with clumsiness, as it didn’t recognize the half spoken syllables that were knit together into something that tried to be a jumble of many words, as its own.

The word might not have fit into his mouth, and it was something that she had heard him say to her, playfully, and with a whisper, only once or twice before. And it was a kind of a tease in itself. One that no one else would hear; no one else would experience. And it was a word that he wouldn’t utter, at least not in any other than linguistic context utter to anyone else.

“You did,” she replied, as it was true. He had got her. From the very moment they met, and even before it.

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Rain was rolling down the glass surface of a window, painting the dimming world outside with grey. But this grey was light and airy, not like the grey of autumn. Oh no. The grey of spring always held within itself a kind of a glow, a speckle of hope, of life to come. Just like the flickering flame of the candle on the windowsill that reflect inwards from the thin sheet of glass, as much as it shone outside.

But despite the speckle of hope and life that existed, the chill of the winter months hadn’t yet quite been shaken off, and the cold, humid cold, still sought to find its way into the very people walking outside. Because of which, it was a good thing, that Solara and Fuegoleon were inside, laying in bed and getting ready to turn in for the night as the moment in time had finally arrived.

He had more time for himself. Not a lot more, but a little bit. Because there was still no one to lead the country, especially since King Clover was as he had been up until that winter. But still, he could afford the luxury of turning in for the night at the same time as his wife.

A rare delicacy. One that he wouldn’t miss for the world.

Especially now that he could lie a bit lower in bed, as her back was propped with pillows against the headboard, and he could lay his cheek onto the side of her stomach as his hand was placed on top of it, thumb stroking her skin. There wasn’t yet point in trying to listen to the movements of the baby, or so he was told, as it would take some more time for them to be detectable.

But still, he was tempted, which is why he pressed his hear to the side of her stomach, as if ready to scoot a little bit closer in an effort to hear something. Soon. But not yet. Not quite yet. Maybe in a few weeks, or a month.

Perhaps a little bit earlier if he couldn’t contain himself.

However, for now, he’d be content in simply stroking her stomach, and whispering out to the child. Whispers of notions he thought to be silly, even if only at first.

“Are you alright in there?” He would ask in an almost timid void, almost, but not quite. More apprehensive than timid. And if it was timid, it was only so because he wondered what she’d think of him asking such a question from a child that he couldn’t even hear yet. A child who couldn’t yet hear him.

His eyes would flicker upwards, as he tilted his head back, only to see her smiling as she knit a sock. Not saying a word about the utterances, or questions that flowed past his lips. And so, his gaze would fall back down, along with the tilt of his head, and he’d continue, after a pause, a moment of silence during which he tried to choose the words that he’d speak out. But the pause was only to realize that there were no wrong words to choose.

“Your mother and I are eager to meet you,” he continued, again falling silent as he didn’t know what else to say. Because there were a lot of things, he’d wish to tell their child, but as it came up to it, it seemed like any words he had to give, had gotten lost on their way out.

Every word, aside of: “you can’t hear me, but … we are waiting.”

This time the notion seemed even more silly. Clumsy. Unnecessary. Somehow. Speaking to a child who couldn’t hear him.

“But they know,” she told him, without looking up from her craft.

“Hm?” He uttered, lifting his head up and looking up at her again.

“I’m sure they know,” she repeated. “That they’ll be loved when they arrive.”

The corners of his lips tugged up into a faint smile, as he struggled to believe that to be the case, despite wanting to believe it. “They trust as to love them,” he told her with faint amusement, not meaning anything more with it.

“They trust it and know it,” she told him with a smirk of her own, while now looking up from the knitting.

A light chuckle left him as he was amused by her stubbornness. But… there was also no point in contesting her, which is why he shifted the conversation elsewhere.

“Should we start choosing a name?” He suggested, settling down again, stroking her stomach.

“Hmm…” she hummed, looking up to the ceiling in thought. “I suppose we could start thinking about it. Or do you have something picked out already?” There was a hint of a smirk in her tone as her eyes lowered back down to him, and the fingers of her right hand let go of the knitting in order to play with a lock of his hair.

“No, I don’t have anything specific in mind as of yet,” he uttered. “But if I may, I’d wish for the lion thematic to be present in it,” he admitted.

“To upkeep the tradition,” she continued, to which he nodded.

“And preferably it’d be a strong, proud name.”

She chuckled under her breath in passing, but it flowed out with a light and airy feel that carried warmth with it. Because of course he’d want his children to have strong names that are fit to carry the pride of a lion. “I don’t oppose for having ‘strong’ names,” she told him. “But I think pride is something that they need to acquire, and carry, for themselves.”

He hummed in thought, but didn’t land on anything specific. “I suppose so,” he only replied, meaning nothing more with it.

“And…” she uttered, pondered, but hesitated. “Noh, it’s silly,” she breathed out.

“Hm? Do tell,” he encouraged with intrigue seeping past the syllables, as he was eager to hear what she had to say of the names they’d eventually pick out for their child.

“I…” she continued, but paused to smile to herself, because it did sound like a delusion of which she was trying to convince herself, even as she only thought about it.

But. She had already opened her mouth about it, and it wasn’t a dire thing to presume.

“I … think, that we should pick out more names, just in case.”

“Oh? How so?” The intrigue only grew, because it was traditional to choose one or two names before the baby was born, not more, because that did away the very idea of choosing from multiple options.

“Because I… think that…” she put away the knitting, and placed her left hand next to his, onto her stomach. “There’s two of them…” the words flowed out as a whisper, a quiet thought of which she was… nearly convince by now, but not enough to announce it to the world.

“Twins?” The word was laced with more disbelief than he intended, but the chance of having twins was unlikely, very much so. And the delivery would be much more difficult, which wasn’t something he wanted to consider. But mostly it was about her being… nearly convinced, sounding nearly convinced, when there was in fact no way of knowing for certain. Not to mention how they couldn’t yet even detect the baby moving; the only thing telling them of the new life in the making, being the size of her growing belly, and the morning sickness that she still had occasionally. All of it made it just… difficult to think that she’d know there to be two.

And yet, she nodded. “Yeah… I think there’s twins. It just… feels like it…” she continued with a hushed tone, stroking her stomach as his hand did the same. “Call it mother’s intuition or what you deem best, but it…” she trailed off as she fell far less confident in her own words, but it didn’t shake off the feeling, the lingering whisper that kept insisting that she was right. Even if it was difficult to believe.

He sat up and looked at her, studying her expression. And she was being serious with him, he knew as much. Because there was frankness, a sense of insisting in her eyes, along with the lingering shadow of disbelief in her own words.

“I know that it’s…. that you don’t really believe in it, and I can’t blame you for it, but it’s…” she uttered, averting her gaze, because the faint frown, the apprehension and curious expression he wore told her enough. But she really couldn’t blame him for not believing her. She really couldn’t, for even she herself knew how absurd it sounded.

“It’s…” he begun with something that was nearly a sigh, but was more an exhale, and looked to the ceiling while trying to choose the words that would leave him. “Difficult to believe, based on a thought alone,” he admitted. Because that is what he thought, and he knew that she could see his apprehension.

“I know,” she nodded, still looking away, because it really did sound absurd.

“But…” he uttered, while turning his gaze back to her. “We can choose a couple more names,” he told her, because it didn’t feel right telling her that it couldn’t be. After all, it wasn’t out of the realm of what was possible. And if the, so called cost, would be to simply choose a few more names at this stage, it wouldn’t do any harm. “Just… keep in mind that there might be only one child on the way. So that you don’t get disappointed if… it’s not twins,” he said with hesitation, because though he didn’t want her getting her hopes up, too much so at least, he didn’t quite wish to turn down the flickering flame of what might be either.

“I won’t,” she told him with a shadow of a smile that tugged the corner’s of her lips up, even if only ever so slightly. “It’s just that… I…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be happy, even if it’s only one healthy child,” she said. “But I can’t… shake the feeling that there’s two. As strange as it sounds.”

He could see, from the way her eyes still lingered to the side, looking into the sheets without a focus, how she was very much apprehensive about it, but how still wanted to believe in what she felt. And he couldn’t know how it felt for her, to carry a life, or two, within her. So, he didn’t think that he had a place in telling her that she shouldn’t believe in it. His place was only in reminding her about what was more likely. Which he thought he had done.

That was his place, to remind her of such things, but love her regardless of what he believed of matters such as these. And so, he propped himself against the headboard of the bed as well, and pulled her into his embrace, pressing a kiss onto her temple.

“There are many strange things in the world,” he said. “But it doesn’t mean that… they wouldn’t be true, even if unlikely.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms over his, and sinking into his embrace. But the smile, wider than a moment before, that was due to the warmth of his body and soul, was also amused by the lingering statement that was hidden under the words that he had spoken out. Because it did sound like he was going to say something more, elaborate. That he wanted to still keep a hold of a point that he had.

“But?” She asked, trying to encourage him into saying the words that had been left unsaid.

“But… I don’t want you to get too attached to what might be,” he admitted, while placing his hand onto her stomach again. “We’ll have time for more than one, eventually,” he assured her.

“Eventually,” she agreed as her eyes followed his hand, and gained an undertone of warmth and affection.

“For now, let us focus on this one,” he pressed yet another kiss onto her temple, burying his nose into the loose strands of her hair, and breathed in her scent. The jasmine that was more than mere jasmine, as it was combined with something he couldn’t name, but made the scent feel more like heaven whenever it caressed his lungs, making his worries and doubts seep out of his muscles, his bones, his very being.

She turned her head towards him, as much as she could, and closed her eyes while sinking into the moment, the affection, the silent anticipation that made her heart flutter in the best possible way. And she let out a hum, along with the tune, the melody that was so very familiar to him, the melody that he would recognize in the darkest of nights, as if a lullaby. Even if, this time, the hum of the melody that flowed out was only a small piece of it as a whole. A line in a of a verse.

He still recognized it. And he felt that it was just as it should be. He should recognize it, but there was no demand to do so. It was simply… natural. All of it was natural.

All of it. So, it felt.

“So… little one,” he whispered while looking to his hand, and what it covered under the palm, as if protecting. “Our little lion cub… We’re out here waiting for you. To meet you and love you, when you decide to come out,” he spoke to the child that wouldn’t hear him, not yet, not for quite some time, and yet in just a few months. “But take your time,” he still added, because it was only fitting. “There’s no need to rush. Take your time, and we’ll wait for you.”

And they would wait, patiently, but eagerly, for the child, or children, to come. There was no point in rushing, but wanted to speak it out loud, how he was, how they both were, already waiting with open arms for their children.

Waiting, because good things come to those who wait.

[thicc-astronaut]

This is my first time ever hearing about this, but it makes a lot of sense. Must be why all the Fisher-Price toys use really clearly-defined bulky shapes and such bright artificial colors.

Makes me wonder if you could maybe condition a kid to stay out of a certain section of a building? If you were a mad scientist or something where you needed a study to be unbothered by the outside world. You have the nursery and the kitchen and all that in normal child-friendly colors, but the wing of the house that leads to your sanctum? Everything there is a muted tone version of the rest of the house. If the rest of your hallways have a red carpeting, here you have rose taupe carpets. If the rest of your skirting boards are a dark brown, here you have the skirting boards painted khaki. The windows of this wing are all frosted glass, to prevent the contrast caused by direct sunbeams coming in during the early morning and late afternoon. Artwork on the walls, if you have any, are done in very dull tones, and the furniture has all been treated with a thinner to mellow out the color of the wood stain.

And as your baby grows up, they’ll feel safe in the rest of the house, they’ll grow up learning normal colors and shapes and all that, but whenever they try to go into that wing, something will stop them. A strange seed of doubt in their mind, that this place is different somehow. Colors are an indisputable facet of reality, and for some reason, in this hallway, reality seems to break down.

At least until their fifth birthday, I imagine, and then the indominable spirit of childhood curiosity will probably overtake their existential dread. But still! Psychologically manipulating an infant. Sounds interesting.

scream 'aesthetic' parents are house of leaves-ing their kids

[creativematka10]

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A Focus on Holistic Development

At Sunshine World School, the pre-nursery program is thoughtfully designed to foster not just academic readiness but also the emotional, social, and physical development of each child. Children at this age are naturally curious, and the school capitalizes on this innate curiosity by creating a learning environment that encourages exploration, experimentation, and discovery.

The curriculum is developed with a focus on early childhood learning milestones, integrating play-based learning with structured activities. This balanced approach ensures that children develop essential cognitive skills while enjoying the learning process. From language development and pre-math skills to creative expression through art and music, Sunshine World School provides a variety of opportunities for children to grow in a well-rounded manner.

Play-Based Learning Approach

Play is an integral part of the learning experience at Sunshine World School. Research shows that young children learn best through play, as it allows them to explore the world around them, develop their motor skills, and build social connections. The pre-nursery classrooms are designed to be vibrant, safe, and inviting, with plenty of open space for children to move around, engage with learning materials, and interact with their peers.

Children engage in various activities such as storytelling, role-playing, art and craft, and music and movement sessions. These activities not only enhance creativity and imagination but also support language development and socialization skills. Whether it’s playing with blocks to understand shapes and sizes or engaging in group activities to foster teamwork, every moment in the pre-nursery is designed to be a learning opportunity.

Safe and Stimulating Environment

Safety is a top priority at Sunshine World School, especially for its youngest students. The pre-nursery classrooms and play areas are designed with children’s safety in mind, ensuring a secure environment where they can explore freely. The school’s infrastructure includes child-friendly furniture, non-toxic toys, and secure play equipment that meets the highest safety standards.

In addition to physical safety, the school provides a nurturing emotional environment. The caring and qualified teachers at Sunshine World School understand the unique needs of pre-nursery children and are trained to provide individualized attention. Each child is supported according to their pace of learning, ensuring they feel secure and confident in their abilities.

Fostering Social and Emotional Growth

One of the key aspects of pre-nursery education at Sunshine World School is fostering social and emotional development. At this stage, children are learning to interact with others, express their feelings, and navigate new social situations. The school provides a warm and welcoming environment where children are encouraged to form friendships, practice sharing, and learn empathy.

Teachers at Sunshine World School guide children through the process of understanding their emotions and expressing them in healthy ways. Through group activities, collaborative play, and regular circle time discussions, children learn valuable life skills such as cooperation, patience, and respect for others. These early lessons in social interaction lay the foundation for positive relationships throughout their lives.

Early Language and Communication Skills

Developing strong language and communication skills is another crucial aspect of the pre-nursery program at Sunshine World School. The school emphasizes early literacy through storytelling, singing, and conversations, which help children develop their vocabulary and comprehension skills.

The classroom environment is rich in language, with a variety of books, pictures, and labels that encourage children to engage with words and sounds. Teachers actively engage children in conversations, ask open-ended questions, and encourage them to express their thoughts. These interactions not only boost language skills but also build confidence in communicating with others.

Parental Involvement and Community Building

Sunshine World School recognizes the importance of a strong partnership between parents and educators in a child's early education. The school encourages parental involvement through regular communication, parent-teacher meetings, and family events. By keeping parents informed and involved in their child’s progress, the school ensures that children receive consistent support both at school and at home.

The school also fosters a sense of community, creating opportunities for families to connect with each other. Through events such as school picnics, cultural celebrations, and educational workshops, Sunshine World School builds a supportive network for both children and their families, creating a sense of belonging.

Building a Strong Foundation for Future Learning

Pre-nursery education is the first formal step in a child’s educational journey, and Sunshine World School takes pride in preparing children for the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead. The skills and confidence children gain during their time in pre-nursery serve as a solid foundation for future learning.

By emphasizing critical thinking, creativity, and emotional intelligence, the school ensures that children develop a lifelong love for learning. As they transition to higher levels of education, children from Sunshine World School are well-equipped with the skills, knowledge, and mindset to thrive academically and socially.

Conclusion

Sunshine World School in Ludhiana stands out as a leading pre-nursery school, offering a nurturing, safe, and stimulating environment for young learners. With a focus on holistic development, play-based learning, and strong community involvement, the school provides a foundation that prepares children for a bright future. For parents looking for a pre-nursery program that prioritizes their child’s overall growth and well-being, Sunshine World School is the ideal choice in Ludhiana.

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Best School for Nursery in Ludhiana - Sunshine World School Ludhiana

Selecting the right nursery school is crucial for your child's foundational years. The first few years of education set the groundwork for a child's academic journey, making it essential to choose an institution that nurtures and develops young minds in a holistic manner. In Ludhiana, one school that stands out as the best school for nursery education is Sunshine World School Ludhiana. Known for its comprehensive learning programs, caring faculty, and a nurturing environment, this school has earned its reputation as a top choice for early childhood education in Ludhiana.

Holistic Approach to Early Childhood Education

Sunshine World School Ludhiana adopts a holistic approach to education, focusing on both academic and non-academic development. The school’s curriculum is designed to foster cognitive, emotional, physical, and social growth in children. The emphasis is on play-based learning, which encourages young children to learn through exploration and creativity.

1. Cognitive Development

Sunshine World School believes that children in their early years should be exposed to an environment that stimulates curiosity and critical thinking. The nursery curriculum is designed to encourage exploration, questioning, and discovery through activities that promote cognitive development. Teachers use educational toys, puzzles, and interactive games to help children develop problem-solving skills and improve their memory.

2. Emotional and Social Development

In addition to cognitive growth, the school places a significant emphasis on emotional and social development. Teachers at Sunshine World School create a warm and supportive environment where children feel safe and valued. The school encourages children to express their emotions, interact with their peers, and develop positive relationships. Activities such as group play, sharing sessions, and storytime help children learn empathy, communication, and teamwork.

3. Physical Development

Physical activity is a key component of the nursery program at Sunshine World School. The school recognizes the importance of motor skill development in early childhood and ensures that children engage in activities that promote physical growth. The nursery students participate in daily outdoor play, physical exercises, and fine motor skill development through activities like drawing, cutting, and building.

Experienced and Caring Faculty

One of the standout features of Sunshine World School Ludhiana is its highly qualified and caring faculty. The teachers at the nursery level are well-trained in early childhood education and possess a deep understanding of the developmental needs of young children. The faculty is committed to providing personalized attention to every child, ensuring that they feel supported and encouraged throughout their learning journey.

The low teacher-to-student ratio allows for individualized attention, ensuring that each child's unique needs are met. The caring and nurturing approach of the teachers helps children feel comfortable in their learning environment, making it easier for them to explore, experiment, and learn.

Safe and Stimulating Environment

Safety is a top priority at Sunshine World School Ludhiana, especially for nursery students. The school has implemented strict safety protocols to ensure a secure environment for young children. The classrooms are designed to be child-friendly, with soft furniture, colorful walls, and learning materials that stimulate creativity and imagination.

The school’s outdoor play areas are equipped with safe playground equipment that encourages physical activity and gross motor development. The environment is not only safe but also designed to be stimulating, allowing children to learn and play in an engaging and enjoyable setting.

Play-Based Learning Approach

Sunshine World School Ludhiana strongly believes in the power of play-based learning. Through structured and unstructured play activities, children develop essential skills such as problem-solving, creativity, communication, and teamwork. Play-based learning helps children explore new concepts and ideas in a natural and enjoyable way, making learning fun.

Activities like building blocks, art projects, storytelling, and role-playing are incorporated into the curriculum to provide a balanced mix of education and play. This method ensures that children remain engaged and excited about learning, laying a strong foundation for future academic success.

Parent-School Collaboration

At Sunshine World School Ludhiana, parents are viewed as essential partners in their child's educational journey. The school encourages regular communication between parents and teachers through parent-teacher meetings, workshops, and open house sessions. This collaborative approach ensures that parents are actively involved in their child’s development and can reinforce learning at home.

In addition to academic updates, the school provides parents with guidance on child-rearing practices and ways to support their child's emotional and social development. This strong parent-school partnership helps create a cohesive and supportive learning environment for the child.

Curriculum Focused on Future Success

The nursery program at Sunshine World School Ludhiana is designed to equip children with the skills and knowledge they need for future academic success. The curriculum is aligned with international best practices in early childhood education and is regularly updated to ensure that it meets the needs of modern learners.

The school’s nursery curriculum emphasizes the development of early literacy and numeracy skills, preparing children for a smooth transition to formal schooling. Additionally, the curriculum promotes creativity, critical thinking, and problem-solving skills, which are essential for success in the 21st century.

Conclusion

For parents seeking the best school for nursery in Ludhiana, Sunshine World School offers a nurturing and stimulating environment that fosters the holistic development of young children. With its focus on play-based learning, emotional and social growth, and cognitive development, the school provides a well-rounded education that lays a strong foundation for future academic success.

The experienced and caring faculty, safe and engaging environment, and collaborative approach with parents make Sunshine World School Ludhiana the top choice for nursery education in Ludhiana. Parents can rest assured that their children are receiving the best possible start to their educational journey at Sunshine World School.

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Westfield Nursery: The Best Nursery in Dubai for Your Child

When searching for the right Nursery In Dubai, finding a place where your child can feel safe, happy, and learn new things every day is essential. Westfield Nursery is a top choice for parents in Dubai, offering a warm, caring environment that focuses on early childhood education and development.

A Safe and Caring Environment

Safety is a top priority at Westfield Nursery. As a trusted nursery in Dubai, the school ensures that children are in a secure and caring space. The nursery is designed with child-friendly furniture, toys, and play areas that allow children to learn and explore safely. The staff is always attentive, making sure every child is well-looked after and engaged in fun activities. Cleanliness and hygiene are also maintained to ensure a healthy environment for all children.

Early Learning and Development

At Westfield Nursery, the focus is not just on play but also on early learning. As a leading nursery in Dubai, the curriculum is thoughtfully designed to support children's growth. Through fun activities like games, puzzles, and creative tasks, children develop essential skills such as motor abilities, language, and social interaction. This approach makes learning enjoyable, helping children build a solid foundation for future schooling.

The nursery encourages children to explore their creativity and imagination while learning basic concepts like numbers, shapes, and colors. By keeping the activities light and engaging, children at Westfield Nursery enjoy coming to school every day.

Caring and Experienced Teachers

The staff at Westfield Nursery is made up of experienced and caring teachers who are passionate about working with young children. They understand how to balance fun with learning and make sure every child receives the attention they need. This personal touch is what makes Westfield Nursery stand out as a trusted nursery in Dubai.

In addition to academic learning, the teachers focus on emotional growth by creating a friendly and supportive environment. Children are encouraged to express themselves, and this helps them build confidence in their abilities.

Social Development Through Play

Interaction with other children is a key part of growing up. At Westfield Nursery, children are encouraged to play and engage in group activities. This helps them learn important social skills like sharing, cooperation, and communication. By playing with others, children build friendships and understand how to work together, preparing them for future school settings.

Free play is also an important part of the day, allowing children to explore their interests and use their imagination. The balance between structured learning and free play makes Westfield Nursery a top nursery in Dubai for holistic child development.

Why Choose Westfield Nursery?

There are many options when it comes to finding a nursery in Dubai, but Westfield Nursery stands out for its dedication to both safety and learning. With its caring teachers, engaging curriculum, and welcoming environment, it's a great place for children to learn, play, and grow.