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[chigiriizz]

PARENT! BLLK WITH A PREGNANT! READER

Yoichi Isagi

Literally Googles “how to be a good dad” the minute you say “I’m pregnant.”

Becomes a doting husband overnight. Massages your feet, makes you snacks, reminds you to hydrate.

Starts journaling every week of the pregnancy, writing notes to “future baby.”

Buys a little Blue Lock onesie and cries when he holds it.

At night, he’ll talk to your belly: “Hey buddy… it’s Dad. I scored a goal today, but hearing your mom laugh was better.”

Overthinks everything: is the crib safe? Is the baby cold? Should we take baby CPR??

Once baby kicks, he fully sobs. Not even ashamed.

Rin Itoshi

Visibly overwhelmed. He panics quietly—but tries to act cool about it.

“We’re… ready for this. Right?” (He says that to himself every day.)

Doesn't know how to comfort you at first, but gets better. Will rub your back when you're sore, even if he’s bad at expressing affection.

Gets unreasonably annoyed at strangers who stare at your belly. “Don’t look at her.”

Picks out a tiny jersey with his number and puts it on your nightstand like it’s nothing. It’s everything.

Reads parenting books late at night when you’re asleep and highlights stuff he doesn’t understand.

Stares at ultrasound pictures like they’re a riddle he’s desperate to solve. He wants to be good at this.

Bachira Meguru

SO excited. Like bouncing-off-walls excited.

Rubs your belly and says, “Hellooooo little monster~”

Wants to paint the nursery himself. “What if it’s like a whole galaxy theme with dancing wolves??”

Tells everyone—even strangers at the store—“I’m gonna be a dad!”

Randomly puts headphones on your belly and plays the baby his music mixes.

Over-prepares: buys 17 onesies, 6 pacifiers, 4 different types of swaddles.

Once he feels a kick, he yells: “That’s my kid!! They’ve got skills!”

Hyoma Chigiri

Protective like crazy. If you sneeze, he’s already Googling symptoms.

Rubs lotion on your stomach to prevent stretch marks—so gentle about it.

Holds your hand constantly, especially when you’re uncomfortable or emotional.

Won’t let you carry anything. Grocery bags? No. Purse? Nope. “I’ve got it.”

Gets teary when he sees the first ultrasound. He’s quiet about it, but his grip tightens around your hand.

Starts running slower during training to be “more careful.” (He says it’s strategy. It’s not.)

Practices braiding your hair in case the baby is a girl and wants pretty hairstyles like Mom.

Nagi Seishiro

First reaction: “Huh… guess we’re leveling up.”

Doesn’t seem hyped… until he starts resting his head on your stomach every day.

Sleeps with his hand on your bump, automatically. If you move it, he grumbles.

Buys a baby monitor and sets it up six months early.

“This kid better be chill,” he mutters. Then falls asleep next to a mountain of baby socks.

Tries to play mobile games with your belly: “If you kick twice, we’ll go left.” He swears the baby “cheats.”

Dead serious about naming the kid something weird like “Cloud” or “Puzzle.” You veto that.

Reo Mikage

Husband of the Year. Millionaire? More like Millionaire Daddy-in-Training™

Buys every fancy pregnancy pillow, stroller, and crib on Earth. “You deserve the best. And so does our baby.”

Attends all the doctor appointments. Asks 50 questions per visit.

Brags about you constantly. “She’s carrying our future. She’s glowing. Isn’t she perfect?”

Spends hours designing the nursery color scheme. “No primary colors. They’ll have taste.”

Cries when he hears the heartbeat. Cries again when he feels a kick. He’s a puddle.

Tells the baby bedtime stories before they’re even born—his voice all soft and rich like velvet.

Ryusei Shidou

“HELL YEAH, I’M GONNA BE A DAD.”

Way too hyped. Will yell it from rooftops if you let him.

Touches your belly constantly. “Yo, did they just kick?! That was a penalty-level punt!”

Wants to name the baby something wild like “Destruction” or “Turbo.” You threaten him.

Brings you weird snacks like pickles and hot sauce. “Pregnant people eat this, right?”

Gets mad at people who bump into you. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, SHE’S CARRYING A FREAKIN’ LEGEND.”

Surprisingly sweet at night. Lays his head on your stomach and says, “Hey... I’m gonna try not to mess this up.”

Sae Itoshi

At first? “...I don’t know if I’ll be good at this.”

He’s terrified of becoming like his own parents. But he wants to try.

Quietly starts rearranging the apartment. Buys a bassinet without telling you.

Puts his hand on your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

“I don’t say it a lot, but... I’m happy. Really happy.”

Refuses to let you lift a finger. “I’ll cook. You rest.”

Doesn't smile often, but when you show him the sonogram photo? It’s the softest he’s ever looked.

[neferaskingdom]

♡ From Podiums to Playpens | LN4 & OP81

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Lando and Oscar’s lives take a wild turn when an unexpected baby crash-lands at their doorstep. With zero parenting skills and all the wrong instincts, they bumble through diaper disasters and frantic calls, discovering that the only thing harder than winning a Grand Prix is keeping a tiny human alive!

A/N: Inspired by the fanart @mecachrome did of Oscar and Lando holding the baby, though this is exactly the opposite of what happened in the artwork 😝. Also I can't confirm if this will have a part 2 or not so sorry to everyone in advance for that and the cringey song at the end 🫠.

LANDO NORRIS MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | OSCAR PIASTRI MASTERLIST

Oscar Piastri had a problem. A big, life-altering, scream-inducing problem.

He was many things: a rising Formula 1 star, a recent Monaco resident, and a man who liked things calm and orderly. What he was not, however, was someone equipped to handle finding a baby on his doorstep.

Yet, here he was.

At 8:00 AM, standing in the doorway of his new Monaco apartment, staring at a very real, very giggly baby girl bundled in pink. She was nestled in a stroller beside what looked like a mountain of baby supplies, completely oblivious to the fact that she’d just detonated Oscar’s entire sense of normalcy.

He stared blankly at the tiny human swaddled in pink, her wide, curious eyes blinking up at him as she gurgled happily in her stroller. His brain was stuck in neutral, wheels spinning but going absolutely nowhere. There was a baby on his doorstep, and not in a cute, ‘aww, how nice’ way. This was in the ‘what fresh hell is this?!’ kind of way.

Oscar re-read the note attached to the stroller for the tenth time.

Oscar blinked, reread the note, then blinked some more. “Tim? Who the hell is Tim?!”

Dear Tim,

I’m leaving the country. You can take care of Amelie now. She’s your daughter too. Good luck.

—Evelyn

This was not Oscar’s baby. Oscar had no babies. Babies did not spontaneously appear in Formula 1 drivers’ lives, certainly not on doorsteps. But there she was, this tiny little bundle of chaos just... chilling. Like she was meant to be there, like this was her grand entrance into his thoroughly unprepared life.

Panic hit Oscar like a sledgehammer. He paced in frantic circles, one hand on his phone and the other on his head, like physically holding onto his hair would stop his brain from leaking out of his ears.

He needed backup. No, he needed a miracle.

Oscar frantically dialed the only person dumb enough to know what to do in a situation like this: Lando Norris.

The phone barely rang twice before Lando picked up, sounding as annoyingly chipper as ever. “Hey, Osc! What’s up?”

“There’s a baby on my doorstep.”

There was silence on the other end.

“...What?”

“A baby. There is a living, breathing baby. On. My. Doorstep.”

Lando laughed, but not the good kind of laugh, the kind that suggested he thought Oscar was messing with him. “Mate, what? You sure it’s not a prank? Did someone send you one of those doll things? Is it like, a fan thing?”

“I’m not joking, Lando! There’s a real baby with a note that says I’m supposed to take care of her. Only, I’m not Tim. I don’t even know who Tim is! She’s right here, staring at me. What do I do?!”

Lando, clearly suppressing laughter, said, “Okay, okay, calm down. I’m on my way. Hold the fort, mate.”

“Hurry!” He said, squatting down, staring at the baby like she was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode into tears, vomit, or... whatever babies did. “Please don’t cry,” he whispered. “I’m not built for this.”

Twenty minutes (that felt like twenty years) later, Lando burst through the door with all the grace of a caffeinated squirrel, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Where’s this mystery baby? Let me see the little rascal!” Lando scanned the apartment and spotted the baby, his face lighting up like it was Christmas morning. “Oh my God, look at her! She’s so tiny!”

Lando immediately dropped to his knees and scooped up Amelie without hesitation, hoisting her into the air like she was Simba from The Lion King. “Aw, hi, Milly!”

“Milly?” Oscar repeated, a horrified expression plastered on his face. “You already named her?”

“Amelie’s too formal for a baby, don’t you think?” Lando said, casually ignoring Oscar’s panicked state. He bounced Milly in his arms, pulling silly faces at her. “See? She loves me.”

Oscar stared at him in disbelief. “Lando, focus! We need a plan! We’re not renaming the baby; we’re getting her out of here!”

Milly just let out a joyful giggle, tiny fists batting at Lando’s face. Oscar’s eyes widened in horror as Lando juggled the baby like a sack of flour, his nerves stretched thinner by the second. “Lando, stop! You’re gonna drop her! Babies are fragile!”

“Nah, she’s tough. Look at her! Strong grip. Good potential for karting,” Lando said, wiggling his fingers in front of Milly’s face. “Who’s a future world champion, huh? You are!”

Oscar grabbed the back of the couch like it was his last lifeline to sanity. “This is insane. We’re not keeping her. We need to call someone. Her real dad. Where the hell is Tim?!”

“Oh, relax,” Lando waved a hand dismissively, “it’s just babysitting for a few hours. How hard can it be? The mom even dropped off all the supplies we might need!”

Turns out, it was really fucking hard

By midday, the chaos had reached DEFCON 1. Lando had somehow managed to knock over a stack of baby formula cans in the kitchen while Oscar was trying to decipher the instructions on how to make a bottle.

“This says... 50ml of water for every scoop of formula,” Oscar muttered, staring at the weird spoon-thing. “But how big is the scoop? What the hell is a scoop measurement?”

Lando, who was now wearing Milly in a baby carrier that he had insisted on trying out, leaned over the counter and squinted at the instructions. “It’s like... a baby science experiment. Just add more water, it’ll balance out.”

“That’s not how science works, Lando!”

“Sure it is!” Lando grinned, opening the microwave to heat the bottle, but then proceeded to accidentally set it for five minutes instead of thirty seconds. How someone even manages to do that Oscar will never know.

Inevitably the bottle exploded.

Milk sprayed everywhere, coating the inside of the microwave in an unholy mess. Oscar screamed. “What did you do?!”

“I thought that’s how long babies need it!” Lando yelped, staring in horror at the milk-splosion.

Milly, blissfully unaware of the carnage, was happily chewing on one of Lando’s shirt buttons.

Oscar stared at the ceiling, praying for strength. “We are going to kill this baby. We’re going to accidentally kill her.”

Lando, ever the optimist, patted Oscar on the back. “Nah, babies are resilient. They’ve got, like, soft heads, right? So they can handle stuff.”

“That’s the opposite of what soft heads mean, Lando!”

Lando grabbed a spoon and casually scooped up some of the spilled milk, giving it a taste. “Hmm. Tastes weird.”

“STOP EATING THE BABY’S MILK, LANDO!”

After the bottle fiasco, they decided to tackle diaper duty. Or rather, Oscar decided, while Lando found new and creative ways to not help. At one point, Lando was making airplane noises with Milly’s pacifier while Oscar sat cross-legged on the floor, furiously Googling “how to change a diaper without gagging.”

“This can’t be that hard,” Lando said confidently, grabbing a diaper and attempting to strap it onto Milly’s squirming body. He failed. Multiple times.

“You’re putting it on backwards,” Oscar muttered, half in disbelief.

“Am I? Wait, which side is the front?”

Oscar was too stressed to even respond, choosing instead to help flip the diaper the right way around. But Milly had other ideas. She kicked her tiny legs, laughing as both boys fumbled with the diaper tabs.

After several failed attempts and at least two accidental kicks to Oscar’s face, they stood back and admired their work. The diaper was barely holding together, half askew and duct-taped in place because Lando thought duct tape “solved all problems.”

Oscar looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. “We duct-taped a baby.”

“She seems cool with it!” Lando pointed at Milly, who was now rolling around happily in her makeshift duct tape diaper. “Duct tape solves everything!”

Oscar grabbed his phone. “This is not sustainable. I need to call someone. We can’t keep doing this. I need to find Tim.”

Several hours later, after a very frustrating call with his real estate agent, Oscar finally got a number for Tim—the previous tenant, who, as it turns out, had moved to America. 

Oscar punched in the number, already bracing himself for the nightmare conversation ahead. Lando sat cross-legged on the floor, Milly in his lap, reading her a book that was upside down?

Tim picked up after a few rings, his voice groggy and irritated. “Hello?”

Oscar wasted no time. “Timothy?! It’s Oscar. I live in your old apartment in Monaco. Listen, there’s a baby here. Your baby. Evelyn dropped her off with a note and now she’s... well, she’s here, with us. What do we do?!”

There was a brief silence, followed by a sound like a man whose soul had just left his body. “Oh, fuck,” Tim groaned. “Evelyn left her? Again?”

“Again?!” Oscar sputtered. “This is a thing that she does? she just goes around... leaving the baby lying around like a sack of potatoes?”

Tim let out a frustrated sigh. “Listen, man, I’m in New York, okay? I got stuck with this job, corporate America’s been eating me alive. I’m lucky if I can get ten minutes of daylight. I haven’t even unpacked yet and now you’re telling me Evelyn just dropped Amelie off without a heads-up?”

Oscar’s jaw was clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack. “She didn’t just drop her off—she basically abandoned her and ran! What am I supposed to do with her? I’m a Formula 1 driver, not... not a babysitter!”

Lando, overhearing this, piped up helpfully, “We duct-taped her diaper! Worked like a charm.”

Tim screeched on the other end. “You what?”

“Look, it was either that or she’d be laying around butt naked,” Oscar said, rubbing his temples as he paced. “Focus! I need you to come back and get her, like, now. Please.”

“Man, I wish I could!” Tim sounded frantic now, as if the weight of the universe had just been dumped on him. “But I’m up to my neck in work! I’ve got back-to-back meetings, deadlines, projects—I can’t just hop on a plane!”

“Are you kidding me right now? You can’t just leave your baby with two random blokes! What kind of corporate job is this? Are they holding you hostage?”

Tim let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh yeah, might as well be! Thanks, late-stage capitalism. I’m chained to a desk, and Evelyn’s probably off somewhere sipping cocktails while you two... duct-tape diapers together?!” He sounded like he was spiraling. “Why is my life like this?”

Oscar was losing his grip on sanity. “What are we supposed to do, Tim? We’re trying here, but we can’t even heat up a bottle without blowing up the microwave! She’s going to be in worse shape than we are if this keeps up!”

Tim let out an exasperated groan. “You think I’m not freaking out here? I don’t want to leave her with you two! But I can’t do anything about it! I’ll have to talk to my boss, and that’ll take days—corporate policies, you know how it is.”

Oscar slumped against the wall. “Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get on a plane soon, Lando will start raising her to be the next world champion, she’ll probably know more about tire degradation than I do by the time you’re back!”

Tim started to ramble, sounding more unhinged by the second. “Oh, I’m gonna kill Evelyn. I swear, if I ever make it out of this job alive, I’m flying back just to wring her neck. She’s gonna pay for this, and I’m gonna—”

Oscar interrupted him, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tim, focus! Just tell us what to do. You’re the dad, for God’s sake!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” Tim practically shrieked, his voice going full meltdown mode. “Change her, feed her, keep her alive! That’s all I’ve got. Just... just don’t screw it up!”

“Don’t screw it up?!” Oscar was losing his mind. “That’s your parenting advice?”

Tim sighed heavily. “Look, I’ll try to get there as soon as I can. Maybe two weeks, tops. In the meantime, you’re it. You’re her only hope.”

Oscar stared at the phone, incredulous. “Two weeks?!”

“Yeah, yeah, two weeks. You’ve got this, man,” Tim said hurriedly, like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone. “You’re a driver. You’re adaptable. Just, uh, adapt to... fatherhood.”

Oscar hung up, staring blankly at Lando, who was now trying to teach Milly how to fist bump.

“So... what did he say?” Lando asked, not looking up from Milly’s tiny fist.

Oscar felt like his life was spiraling out of control. “He’s not coming back for two weeks.”

Lando, completely unbothered, grinned. “So… we’re keeping her?”

Oscar buried his face in his hands. “We are not keeping her. This is temporary. I am not a dad, and I’m not about to become one!”

Lando shrugged, giving Milly a finger to grab. “Relax, Osc. It’s just babysitting. We’ve got this.”

Oscar collapsed onto the couch, defeated. “We’re screwed.”

Lando grinned, still blissfully optimistic. “Nah, we got this. How hard can it be?”

Famous last words.

By the time evening rolled around, Oscar was teetering on the edge of a complete nervous breakdown. His hair stuck out in every direction, dark circles framed his eyes, and he was sporting the look of a man who had seen too much in one day. Meanwhile, across the room, Lando was in his own little world, completely oblivious to the chaos he had helped create.

“Please fall asleep,” Oscar muttered, his head in his hands as he slumped into the couch. He shot a pleading glance at Milly, who was, of course, still wide awake, her big eyes blinking up at him like she was in on the joke. “Please, I am begging you.”

Milly giggled in response, showing no signs of slowing down. If anything, she seemed to be gaining more energy as the night went on. And Lando, ever the optimist, had decided the solution to everything was a lullaby.

A lullaby that had nothing to do with actual lullabies and everything to do with... Formula 1.

“Alright, alright,” Lando said, grinning like this was the best night of his life. He cradled Milly in his arms, swaying back and forth like some deranged nanny. “You wanna hear a song, Milly? ‘Course you do.”

Oscar groaned into his hands. “Lando, for the love of God, just—”

Too late. Lando had already kicked into full performance mode, belting out a song so chaotic and nonsensical it would’ve made any sane adult bash their head into the wall

He bounced Milly with every line, and to Oscar’s absolute horror, she loved it. She giggled like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard, her little fists grabbing onto Lando’s shirt as if demanding more.

“♪ Ohhh, race cars and pit stops,

Tires go screech, engines go vroom!

Zoom around the track, don’t look back,

Lap time’s dropping, we’re gonna attack! ♪”

Oscar rubbed his temples harder, as if somehow massaging his skull would stop the growing headache. “Why are you like this?”

But Lando was in the zone, not stopping for anything. He twirled in a circle with Milly, who was now laughing uncontrollably and continued the absolute madness.

Oscar looked on, his mind unraveling. This wasn’t a lullaby. This was... some kind of fever dream. Lando, still dancing around the living room like he was in a one-man musical, clearly had no idea how to get babies to sleep.

“♪ Pit lane’s calling, gotta switch the tires!

Box, box, baby, we’re dodging all the fires!

Fuel up quick, no time to chill,

We’re racing to bedtime, going in for the kill! ♪”

“Lando,” Oscar said through gritted teeth, “she’s supposed to be winding down, not revving up!”

Lando shot him a cheeky grin. “It’s working, mate. Look at her. She’s loving it!”

Milly squealed in delight, grabbing onto Lando’s face and pulling at his cheeks, while Lando just kept on singing like it was the most normal thing in the world.

We’re gonna celebrate with a chicken dinner! ♪”

“♪ Final lap, we’re almost there,

Through the checkered flag, feel the air!

Who needs sleep when you’re almost a winner?

Oscar could only groan in despair as Lando finished with an overly dramatic spin, still holding Milly like she was some kind of victory trophy. She clapped her tiny hands together, thoroughly entertained, while Oscar’s sanity crumbled just a little more.

Lando grinned as he plopped down on the couch next to Oscar, baby Milly perched on his knee like a royal princess. “See? We’ve got this.”

Oscar’s eye twitched. “Lando. Why do you keep saying that?”

Lando shrugged, completely at ease. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oscar stared at him, wide-eyed, as if trying to mentally telepathize all of the worst possible things that could happen, starting with the fact that they were two twenty-something Formula 1 drivers responsible for a baby for the next two weeks.

Milly, still very much not asleep, gurgled happily and slapped Lando’s cheek, clearly delighted by the chaos she had caused.

Oscar leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling in defeat. “I’m not going to get a single second of sleep these two weeks, am I?”

Lando beamed at him, completely unfazed. “Nope. Welcome to fatherhood, mate.”

Oscar groaned and pulled a cushion over his face, muffling his scream as Milly giggled uncontrollably at his suffering.

This was going to be the longest two weeks of his life.

[teenidlegirl]

꣖　 BEAUTY OF THIS MESS 　꣓　 ᤢ♥︎　 CHAPTER　.　12 　!

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ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　with your world turned upside down, you seek help from a friend. after building up courage, you finally tell miguel about the pregnancy but it doesn’t go well as you think.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortions, mentions of expired birth control, negligence, major emotional distress, swearing, heartbreak

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you don’t know how much tears you cried, probably broke a personal record. you don’t know how long you’ve been awake. you don’t even know what time it is or if it’s the same day. you’ve been too busy crying.

ever since you found out you’re pregnant, you turn into a fucking mess. cheeks flushed from all the crying. trash cans over-flooded with tissues, stacked up like a mountain. bed still undone, sheets all messed up. food left untouched in the kitchen.

first, you remained sitting on the cool tile floor of your bathroom sobbing and weeping for who knows how long. then finally you move on to your bed, crying into your pillow. thankfully, you weren’t wearing makeup so you pillows didn’t get stained. only small wet patches of your tears on the sheet.

you’re pregnant.

you are actually pregnant. there is a developing baby in your body, an embryo just sitting inside there. an embryo soon to be a baby, a being that will be a combination of you and miguel.

the thought makes you cry harder.

this can’t be happening. the world is collapsing and it’s all because of your irresponsibility.

you don’t want this. you don’t want a baby. you don’t want to become a mother. go through nine months of fucking hell. experience one of the most painful experiences ever just to pop out a small human. endure numerous body changes. crying echoing throughout the apartment because the baby demands milk. sleepless nights and thousands of diapers to change. buy expensive ass items such as strollers, car seats, diapers, baby food and clothes.

all of that is overwhelming, making your anxiety to skyrocket. this isn’t what you want. this isn’t what you dreamed of. this isn’t in the books for you. becoming a mother wasn’t on your bucket list.

however, it’s still possible that you don’t have to. thankfully, you live in a place where abortion and reproductive healthcare is available (fuck that orange mf). you have the opportunity to take that route.

but it’s not an easy decision.

having an abortion is a difficult process. if you wish to have one, you need to build shit load of courage. you have to ask yourself if you’re willing to live with that decision because it will remain with you for the rest of your life. you can’t feel sorry for yourself. if you got the courage, then fucking do it.

but you still have to process this first.

you have to miguel first.

oh miguel… how are you going to tell him?

never have you been so scared. not saying you’re afraid of him, no never because miguel is sweetest man to exist. he’s such a sweetheart, makes you feel happy and safe. you’re just scared of his reaction.

will he be upset?

will he be mad?

will he be happy?

not knowing is the scariest part. no matter how much of a sweetheart he is, you can’t tell what would his reaction be to such a fucked up situation like this.

while you were sobbing and weeping for hours on end, he texted you which you’ve yet to respond.

osito 🐻: hey, didn’t see you come from work. is everything okay? did you jameson let you off early?

osito 🐻: bebé, did something happened? please answer me asap.

oh your heart breaks.

how can you break the news to this sweet man?

luckily those messages were sent an hour ago which gives you time to respond so he wouldn’t worry and head over to your place. that also means it’s still the same day, it’s just been hours.

bebé 🌷: hi, sorry for answering late! yeah, jameson let us out early so i got home a little earlier and took a nap.

a hinge of guilt stand for your heart for lying but you know miguel would want to know why you didn’t show up to meet him as usual and text him back. the man is in the military for god’s sake, he knows when someone is lying. now you feel even more guilty.

you carelessly toss your phone to the side landing on the bed sheets and bury your face in your hands as tears begin prickling in your eyes once again.

not even 5 seconds, your phone dings!

osito 🐻: that’s good, you needed rest for working so hard. are you feeling better? you need me to come over?

shit, he can’t come over at least now. fuck you’re gonna have to lie to him again, no matter how much it breaks your already fragile heart.

bebé 🌷: no, it’s okay! my sister is actually visiting me soon so i can’t have other visitors lol. but i am feeling a little bit better :)

two more total fucking lies. you feel like absolute shit and your sister is not coming over.

osito 🐻: alright but let me know if you need anything, vale? te quiero mucho.

fuck, your heart.

you quickly respond to him saying you love him back with bunch of heart emojis before tossing your phone on the bed once again. more tears trail down your face, quiet sobs fall from your trembling lips.

an irresponsible liar.

not only you’re a liar but a terrible girlfriend.

ever since you found out about the pregnancy, you’ve been avoiding miguel. not answering his texts, missing his calls to answer later and give him a bullshit excuse. since you live in the same complex and are fucking next door neighbors, it’s hard to avoid him since he’s right there.

you know it’s hurting him and it kills you. one minute you two are kissing and cuddling, then suddenly avoiding him as much as possible. you feel so fucking guilty because miguel doesn’t deserve this. recently you finally told you love each other and now there is sudden distance between you two because of your fears. the guilt has been you eating alive.

the pregnancy hormones don’t help, making you more of an emotional mess. the stock of toilet paper has been decreasing due to the excessive amounts you’ve been using for blowing your nose and cleaning up your tears. you’re just a huge mess.

in addition to being a liar and a horrible girlfriend, you call your best friend instead of your boyfriend to talk about the pregnancy.

“oh my god… does miguel know?” mj asks over the phone, you can hear the shock in her voice.

you close your eyes in guilt. “no…”

“fuck… okay, um- have you told anyone else, your parents, siblings, other relatives?”

“no, you’re the first one to know.”

“okay…” you can hear her sigh heavily. “well, i promise to keep this secret because i figured you don’t want anyone else to know yet.”

you thank her, feeling a bit relieved. mj has always been a trusting friend and you’re grateful for that.

“when did the pill expired?” she inquires.

“three weeks ago.”

you hear her cursing under her breath. “have you made an appointment yet?”

“not yet but i’m planning to.”

“okay, that’s good. that’s a good start.” she said supportingly, trying to help you feel a little better.

tears begin prickling in your eyes. “mj, i’m so scared, i fucked up… it’s all my fault…”

“hey, sweetie no, no, no—”

“yes it is!” you cut her off, finally letting out those tears. “it’s my fault because i didn’t check the stupid expiration date! it was my responsibility and i fucked up! now miguel is gonna hate me—”

“he’s not going to hate you. that man loves you more than anything else in the entire universe.” she said. “i know you’re scared to tell him but i’m 100% sure he’ll never hate you. sure, he’ll be shocked but he’s a kindhearted man, i’m sure he’ll understand.”

mj is right, you know she is. miguel is a kindhearted man and you love that about him. his kindness always capture your heart. how sweet and generous he is, it’s plausible he would understand in a way.

but you’re just so scared to tell him, afraid of his reaction regardless how sweet he is. this is because of your irresponsibility. it’s your fault for not checking on your pill and now face the consequences of it. but miguel is in this mess with you. because of your irresponsibility, you dragged him into this mess.

“honey, i know you’re scared and that’s 100% okay.” she said after you didn’t respond back. “but… you’re gonna have to tell him soon because eventually he will find out and that will be even more messier.”

she’s right and you can’t afford that.

this is already bad as it is.

you can’t hide the truth from him forever. miguel has the right to know, no matter how terrified you are to tell him. you have to tell him, tonight possibly.

“tonight…” you take a deep breath to numb down your anxiety. “tonight i’ll tell him.”

“okay…” mj answers softly. “you’re gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, i promise.”

you really hope she’s right.

“thanks, mj. i appreciate this so much, thank you.”

“of course, honey. best friends always support each other. if you need anything, do not ever hesitate to ask. me and the girls will always be there for you.”

god, you really have amazing friends. forever grateful to have them in your life.

after saying your goodbyes and mj telling you to call her after you tell miguel, you hang up. sinking back into your bed, you stare up at the ceiling. thinking of infinite possibilities and scenarios of what will happen to tonight when you tell miguel.

fear still consumes you, eating you up. despite how sweet miguel may be, his reaction is still unpredictable. an unplanned pregnancy isn’t something to be calm about.

but you have to face your fears.

bebé 🌷: hey, can you come over tonight please? there’s something i need to talk about.

your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, hesitating for a moment. anxiety strikes your heart viciously. no matter how scared you are, you have to face this. with a shaky breath, you send the message.

your anxiety increases when he doesn’t respond right away. he’s probably busy right now, maybe at the boxing gym. you distract yourself by doing laundry and fixing your bed after days of leaving it undone. half an hour later, your phone dings! with a text.

osito 🐻: claro, preciosa. i’ll be there in 30 mins, on my way right now.

now you have to wait, dreadfully.

“you good, o’hara?” flash asks.

miguel blinks after spacing out for a bit, too lost in his thoughts. “yeah, i’m fine.”

flash raises a skeptical brow, doubting. “for a man who’s an expert liar on the field, you’re really shitty when you aren’t. what’s up?”

miguel has been asking that himself for the past few days. something has happened that he isn’t aware of. you’ve been avoiding him. he hasn’t seen you in almost a week. when he waits for you to return from work, you don’t show up. when he knocks on your door, you don’t answer. all he gets are text messages with various excuses. miguel doesn’t buy it one bit.

did he do something?

that’s the question that has been repeating in his mind for these past few days. has he done something wrong? did he hurt you in any way? that’s the last thing miguel wants, he never ever wishes to hurt you. you’re his beautiful girl, the owner of his heart. hurting you would be the end of him.

he’s desperate to know what’s wrong but miguel also doesn’t wish to push you. despite the negative thoughts plunging his mind, he’s still respectful.

but goddamnit he wants to know.

he wants to know so badly it hurts.

all miguel wants is to rush over to your apartment, plead to you on his knees to know what he’s done. he isn’t sure if his heart can’t handle it more.

miguel knows you love him. never doubted for a second, not ever once. the intense love you harbor for each other is unmatched, unbreakable.

“is this about your girl?” flash’s voice makes him snap out of his thoughts once again.

“she’s been… distant.” miguel said solemnly, as if it was painful to admit that.

flash only sighs and fold his arms across his chest, allowing miguel to speak his mind.

“i don’t know what happened… i haven’t seen her in almost week. every time i call her, she doesn’t answer. i knock on her door and she doesn’t answer. no matter what i do or when i try to reach her, she avoids me and i don’t know why.”

miguel truly doesn’t know and it frustrates him. it frustrates him that you aren’t able to talk to him and tell him the truth. all miguel wants is you to be comfortable to tell him anything. he wants to be that safe haven you can come to.

you mean so much to him, you have no clue.

you’re his angel.

“i just feel like… did i do something wrong?” miguel frowns solemnly. “i just don’t know what possible reason… everything was alright.”

a deep sigh escapes him as flash takes a step forward. “i’m not sure either since you two have been so lovely dovely, but i’m sure you didn’t do anything, man. maybe she’s been stressed at work but there’s for sure something going on.” he leaves a light hand on miguel’s shoulder. “don’t stress out, man. when the time is right, she’ll come to you.”

miguel takes in his words, giving him a little bit of relief yet the concern lingers. he gives him a nod, appreciating his supportive words.

as him and the rest of gang continue sipping their beers while watching the football game tonight, miguel receives a notification from his phone.

bebé 🌷: hey, can you come over tonight please? there’s something i need to talk about.

his heart skips a beat in rejoice. the first time you texted him first. perhaps flash was right.

osito 🐻: claro, preciosa. i’ll be there in 30 mins, on my way right now.

he never left the pub so quickly. eager yet a bit nervous to finally see you after what feels like forever. all miguel wants is to see his pretty angel.

heart pounding in your chest. blood pumping with anxiety flowing through your entire body, consuming you whole. you can feel the pulse caught in your throat as you wait for miguel’s arrival.

it’s time, it’s finally time to tell him the truth.

god, you’ve never been so scared in your life.

hands fiddling with each other, palms sweaty and clammy. pacing around the living room. negative thoughts invading your mind like a plague.

it’s gonna be okay, you keep telling yourself as a way to calm down your anxiety. but it isn’t working obviously. those negative thoughts just won’t stop.

miguel is gonna be infuriated. yell at how irresponsible you are and demand for the relationship to end because of you’re lack of responsibility. these thoughts just won’t stop, never-ending.

the knock on the door startles you, making you jump.

fuck, miguel is here.

taking a very deep breath to calm your nerves, you slowly approach the front door. slowly unlocking it, your heart rate skyrockets when you see miguel standing in front of you. his wide eyes meet yours.

“¿bebé, que paso? what’s wrong?” he blurts our questions, his anxiety to blame.

“come in, please…”

you walk away as miguel enters your home and closes the door before taking off his shoes and follows you to the couch. no hug or kiss, miguel takes mental note of that and it worries him more.

miguel hesitates to sit since you refuse to yourself but your pleading eyes convinces him to. he drinks in your anxious state. one hand rubbing your neck, the other over your torso. the pacing back and forth. seeing you this nervous makes him nervous. his elbows rest on his bouncing knees of anxiety, leaned forward as miguel waits for you. he wants to stand up and pull you into his arms than sit on your couch, anxious to hear what you have to tell him.

“please tell me what’s wrong, bebé?”

fuck, by his tone you can tell how worried he is.

you look at him, opening your mouth to say something but immediately closing it. you can’t do this, the anxiety is winning against you. goddamnit you can sense the tears slowly developing. quickly blinking them away, you inhale a deep breath.

“i-i know i’ve been distant and i—” you hiccup. “i’m sorry for hurting you, i never wanted to hurt you. i love you and it killed me to hurt you like this.”

miguel stares at you with big concern eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “bebé, what is this about—”

“please let me finish, miguel.” you plead with sorrowful eyes and he only stares worryingly. “now please believe me when i didn’t mean for any of this and i am forever sorry for putting you in this.”

he feels his heartbeat increase rapidly. never has miguel felt so fucking nervous in his life. what do you mean ‘putting him in this’?

“i’m pregnant.”

the whole fucking world, or the universe, stops. everything just stops, frozen in time. large silence sits unfortunately between you two. you feel your chest tightening, unable to breath, and panic as you notice the all the emotions from miguel’s drops immediately. brown eyes blown wide, color from his face gone, chest begins to heave. he appears as if he’s about to have a heart attack.

“¿qué?…” so quiet yet in disbelief.

you grimace at his reaction, anxiety now skyrocketed. god you want to burst into tears. “i’m so sorry… i’m so sorry, miguel.” those exact tears were coming in. “it’s my fault, i-i wasn’t lying about taking the pill but i—” you choke a sob. “my dumbass didn’t check the expiration date and now—”

while on the verge of tears, you couldn’t read miguel’s expression. he just sat there emotionless other than shocked eyes, it scares you.

“it’s my fault for being so irresponsible and i’m so so so sorry!” you couldn’t back those tears anymore as they slowly trail down your face. “you have every right to be mad. please believe me, i never wanted this and put you through this.” another sob. “i-i’m not even sure if i’ll keep it anyways.”

miguel still doesn’t answer but he isn’t looking at you anymore, instead at his hands in his lap.

“i’m so sorry, miguel!” you sob, hugging yourself thinking he doesn’t want your comfort right now. how could he after what has been revealed?

through your teary eyes, you look at him. still sitting in silence with no emotions. it’s understandable for him to react like this, you throw a bomb on him and flip his entire world upside down. but you secretly wish miguel would say something, a word or noise, just anything because the silence is killing you.

“m-miguel?…” you whisper, sniffling.

the man doesn’t respond.

you repeat his name and still no response. your voice falls deaf upon his ears. instead of answering, miguel silently stands up without eye contact and walks away towards the front door. you observe him putting in his shoes with slightly wide eyes, your anxiety gradually increasing again.

“miguel?…”

with no answer, he opens the door and…

he walks out.

he just walks out.

without saying anything at all.

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─ summary | rafe is completely devoted to his pregnant wife, spoiling her endlessly and preparing for the arrival of their baby girl, who becomes the center of his world. after a life of feeling lost and disconnected, rafe finally finds purpose in his new family, vowing to protect and love them unconditionally.

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You’re lounging on the couch, wrapped in the softest cashmere blanket Rafe could find, a far cry from the one you had before. That one had been comfortable too, but Rafe never thought it was enough for you, not when his princess deserved the best. The soft hum of the air conditioner fills the house, the only sound in the otherwise still afternoon, while your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your growing belly.

Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the room, and you sink further into the cushions, feeling the quiet luxury that has come to define your life since you met Rafe. He’s out right now, picking up God knows what — probably more baby things, even though you already have a mountain of stuff piled high in the nursery.

He never does anything halfway. Every stroller, every onesie, every diaper cream has to be top-of-the-line, the best that money can buy. He doesn’t just spoil you, he suffocates you with care, but in the softest, sweetest way possible, so you don’t even mind. No, you love it, revel in it, feeling like you’ve been plucked straight out of one life and placed into another, where all you have to do is exist and be adored.

The front door clicks open, and you can feel his presence before you even see him. He’s always like that, larger than life even when he’s trying to be quiet. You sit up a little, trying to hide the way you’ve been lazily sprawled out, but he’s already at your side, his hands gently urging you back down.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead. His eyes flicker to your belly, then back to you, that familiar mixture of awe and protectiveness gleaming in his gaze. "I've got everything handled. You just need to rest."

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that you could've gotten up, could’ve helped him with the bags, but he’s already shaking his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he can read your thoughts before you even say a word.

"Not a chance." He sets the bags down, filled to the brim with things you know you'll never touch, because he’ll do everything for you. “You’re not lifting a finger. Not while I’m around.”

His voice, low and firm, sends a shiver down your spine, the kind of reassurance that only Rafe can offer. He crouches down beside the couch, running his hands over your legs, making sure you’re comfortable—like he always does. His touch is possessive, protective, the kind that says without words, you’re mine to take care of.

You let out a soft sigh, sinking back against the plush cushions as his hand glides up to rest gently on your belly, almost like a reflex now. You’ve noticed that since you started showing, his hands always find their way there. Like he has to be close, to make sure everything’s okay. He’s obsessed, really—your safety, your comfort, your every need. It’s like a switch flipped the moment he found out about the baby, and he hasn’t let you out of his sight since.

“Everything’s fine, Rafe,” you say softly, trying to reassure him, but the way his brow furrows ever so slightly tells you he doesn’t quite believe you. He’s always worrying.

“I know,” he replies, but there’s a tension in his voice, the kind that tells you he’s already thinking five steps ahead—about the doctor’s appointments, the vitamins, the nursery. He leans in, kissing the top of your head as his other hand gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you’re carrying our baby. I’m not taking any chances.”

You smile at his overprotectiveness. It used to overwhelm you at first, this all-consuming devotion, but now? Now it’s like second nature, the way he hovers, always making sure you’re not doing too much, that you’re not straining yourself. He’s like a human safety net, never more than a few feet away, always anticipating what you might need before you even know it yourself.

He stands and starts unpacking the bags he brought in—high-end baby gear, of course. Another designer bassinet, this one with extra features that make it look more like a spaceship than something an infant should sleep in. You watch him move around the room with purpose, his movements fluid and sure, as if orchestrating a plan only he’s privy to. He barely spares you a glance, but you know he’s hyper-aware of your presence, always keeping you in his peripheral vision.

“You didn’t have to get all this,” you murmur, though you already know the answer. You say it more out of habit now, like you need to put up some token resistance to the endless stream of gifts and gadgets.

“I know, but I wanted to,” he says without looking up, his tone casual, but you can hear the edge of finality in it. It’s the same way he talks about everything when it comes to you—like there’s no room for negotiation. “Only the best for you and the baby. You deserve it.”

He sets down the bassinet and moves back to you, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, his hand immediately finding yours. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, and you lean into him, letting yourself relax in the comfort of his presence. For all his intensity, there’s something so soothing about him when he’s like this—calm, focused, entirely devoted to making sure you’re taken care of.

“Rafe, really… I don’t need all this. I just—” You hesitate, biting your lip. You want to say that all you really need is him, that he’s already more than enough. But before you can finish, his lips brush against your temple, silencing your thoughts.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got everything.” His voice is gentle, but there’s an unshakable confidence behind it, the kind that makes you believe, even for a moment, that the world outside doesn’t exist. That as long as you’re in his orbit, nothing can touch you.

You glance over at the bassinet, the sleek, modern design standing out starkly against the warmth of the room. It’s absurd, really, how much Rafe is willing to spend, how nothing seems too extravagant when it comes to you. But that’s just him—lavish, obsessive, determined to give you a life where you never have to want for anything. And despite how overwhelming it can be sometimes, you can’t deny how intoxicating it is to be the center of someone’s universe like this.

“You think you’ll ever let me out of this house again?” you tease, half-joking, half-serious. He hasn’t exactly been keen on you going anywhere without him lately. Even the grocery store is off-limits unless he’s there to push the cart and carry the bags.

Rafe chuckles softly, but there’s a protective gleam in his eye. “Not until the baby’s here. And even then, only if I’m with you.” He’s only half-joking, and you both know it. The idea of you out in the world, vulnerable, without him by your side—it’s something he can’t stand.

You roll your eyes playfully, but the warmth that spreads through your chest is undeniable. It’s not like you want to go anywhere without him. Not really. The truth is, you’ve gotten used to this, the way he dotes on you, the way he watches over you like you’re the most precious thing in his life. It’s addictive, being adored like this.

“Fine, fine,” you say with a mock sigh of defeat, settling back against the pillows. “I guess I’ll just have to get used to being spoiled.”

Rafe’s smile widens, his eyes softening as he looks at you. “Good,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, lingering. “Cause that’s not changing anytime soon.”

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The moment he found he was having a girl, his world flipped upside down in the best way possible. The baby shower was small and private, only inviting your close friends and family. And for Rafe, he only invited Wheezie. He doesn't really have family or friends he'd want to be around—he only needs you, really.

Rafe never really had a family, not until he met you. Sarah was... well, Sarah. She used to be a part of his life, but they were worlds apart now, and Rafe had long since stopped trying to bridge the gap between them. She had her own life, her own people, and it didn’t overlap with his anymore. Rafe had always felt like an outsider in his own family, never really fitting in, never living up to what was expected of him. His father was distant, his mother gone, and his siblings—well, they weren’t exactly close.

But you? You were different. From the moment he met you, something shifted. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had something solid, something real. You gave him a reason to try, a reason to build something better than what he grew up with. He didn’t just want a family—he wanted your family. One that wasn’t broken or full of secrets and betrayals, but one where he could be the man he’d always hoped to be.

The moment he found out you were having a girl, everything inside him shifted. He wasn’t just Rafe Cameron anymore. He was going to be a father—a girl dad. The idea scared him at first, the weight of it hitting him harder than anything ever had. He wanted to be perfect for her, for both of you. He wanted to give his daughter everything he never had growing up: stability, love, safety. Things he never knew he craved until now.

The baby shower was intimate, just the way you liked it. Soft pastels draped the room, and delicate decorations hung from the ceiling, a far cry from the over-the-top events Kooks were known for. But that wasn’t you. And that’s why Rafe loved you. You made everything feel simple, real, stripping away the excess that had always suffocated him growing up.

Wheezie was there, of course, quiet and awkward as ever, but Rafe didn’t care. She was the only family he had left that mattered, the only one who hadn’t looked at him like he was too far gone, beyond saving. She wasn’t like Sarah, who had washed her hands of him long ago, or Ward, who saw him as nothing more than a disappointment.

As you sat in the corner, surrounded by a small group of friends, Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were glowing—literally glowing, your skin radiant, your hands instinctively resting on your belly. You were laughing at something Wheezie said, but all he could think about was how surreal this all was. How he’d gotten here. From the chaos of his old life to this—a quiet, perfect moment.

Rafe didn’t need anyone else, not really. His friends? They were more like shadows of a life he’d left behind. Toxic, empty relationships that had never filled the void. But with you? He felt whole. He didn’t need the Outer Banks, the parties, the fake smiles and empty promises. All he needed was sitting right in front of him—his future, his family.

You caught his eye from across the room and smiled, and just like that, the world shrank down to just the two of you. It always did. Everything else faded away when you were around. He crossed the room, ignoring the small talk and the laughter, his focus entirely on you.

“Hey, princess,” he murmured, kneeling beside your chair, one hand instantly finding your belly like it always did. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before leaning his head against it, closing his eyes for just a second to ground himself in the moment. “You good? Need anything?”

You shook your head, resting your hand on top of his. “I’m fine, Rafe. You don’t need to keep checking on me every five minutes.”

He huffed out a laugh, but there was no humor in it, just a soft kind of affection. “Can’t help it,” he said quietly, opening his eyes to look up at you. “I’ve gotta make sure my girls are okay.”

Your heart melted at that, at the way his entire face softened whenever he talked about you and the baby. Rafe Cameron—the guy everyone thought was a lost cause, a wreck waiting to happen—was now the most devoted man you’d ever met. He wasn’t perfect, far from it. But he tried—tried so damn hard for you.

“Everything’s perfect,” you reassured him, squeezing his hand. “And you’re spoiling me too much. Again.”

A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Not possible. I’ll spoil you both for the rest of my life if I have to.”

You laughed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. “You already are.”

He looked up at you, his eyes full of something soft, something vulnerable. “You know… I never thought I’d have this. A family. Not like this.”

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hand, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “Well, now you do. And you’re going to be a great dad, Rafe.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes flickering with emotions he didn’t quite know how to put into words. But then he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, as if he were afraid to let go.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice thick with something unspoken. “I guess I do.”

And when his baby girl finally came, his world cracked open in ways he never thought possible. Everything changed in an instant—the noise of the hospital, the rush of doctors, the sterile white walls—all of it faded into the background the moment he saw her. Tiny, fragile, perfect. His heart seemed to stop and race at the same time as the nurse handed her to him, her soft whimpers breaking through the silence like a delicate melody.

Rafe had never known he could love something this much. Not until he was holding his daughter in his arms, her little fingers curling instinctively around his thumb, her eyes barely opening to reveal the softest hint of blue. In that moment, every bad decision he’d ever made, every reckless move, every mistake—it all faded away. Nothing mattered anymore except this.

She was his.

His chest felt tight, his throat constricting as he tried to wrap his head around it all. The weight of responsibility hit him like a wave, but it wasn’t fear that came with it. It was a sense of purpose, a deep, unshakable need to protect her, to give her everything. To never let her feel the kind of emptiness he’d grown up with.

You were lying in the bed, exhausted but glowing, watching him with a tired but content smile. Rafe caught your gaze and smiled back, tears threatening to spill over as he gently cradled your daughter against his chest, her tiny body fitting perfectly in the crook of his arm.

“She’s so small,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, barely above a breath. He felt like he was holding the most precious thing in the world, something so delicate he was terrified of breaking her. But at the same time, he didn’t want to let her go. Ever.

“She’s perfect,” you murmured, your voice soft and full of warmth. “She’s ours.”

Rafe swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that were quickly clouding his vision. His thumb gently brushed over the soft tufts of hair on his daughter’s head, his heart swelling with so much love it almost hurt.

“She’s more than perfect,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I—I don’t even know what to say.”

You smiled gently, reaching out for his hand. “You don’t have to say anything. You’re doing it, Rafe. You’re already her father.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest. He’d never been sure if he’d be good enough for this, good enough for you, for the family you’d built together. But looking at his daughter, her tiny face so serene in his arms, he knew he’d never stop trying. He’d move mountains, tear down the sky, do anything and everything to keep her safe.

Rafe stood there for what felt like hours, rocking her gently as you dozed off, exhausted from labor. He couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter, couldn’t believe she was real. She had your nose, your delicate features, and he could already see hints of his own wild streak in her.

It terrified him, and yet it filled him with a pride he couldn’t put into words.

As she shifted slightly in his arms, letting out the tiniest yawn, Rafe felt his entire world center itself around her. His priorities had changed in an instant, everything he’d once thought was important—money, power, even his own survival—seemed so insignificant now. The only thing that mattered was the little girl sleeping soundly against his chest.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he whispered, “I’m never letting you go. I promise.”

And in that moment, he meant it. Every word.

He didn’t need anything else—no approval from his family, no redemption from his past. He had you, and now he had her. His little family. A family that was his to protect, his to love, his to spoil with every fiber of his being.

Rafe knew he’d made mistakes—plenty of them—but as he held his daughter close, he made a silent vow to her. He’d be better. He’d always be better for her.

Because now, his world wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about her, about you. And for the first time in his life, he had something worth fighting for that didn’t come with strings attached or conditions. It was just love. Pure, overwhelming, unconditional love.

And Rafe Cameron was never going to let that go.

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Eternally Elusive

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Summary: A pestering passerby drags up an unexpected guest that almost blows your cover.

Read pt. 1 of Eternally Elusive - HERE

Read pt. 7 - HERE (currently wip)

Warnings: Harassment, injury.

In your pain riddled haste, you hadn’t realized how worked up you had made Azriel’s shadow. It seemed to be fretting at any slip up in fear of you damaging your already broken wing, it’s movement jagged and sharp as it circled you. But alas, you paid it no heed- couldn’t as you stumbled your way over the border and onto Dawn Court soil in the most pain you’ve been in since you’d left your homeland. The feeling buzzed in your head, and you just knew that you’d be in pain for months just waiting for this to heal up, but that’s only if you get the proper care for it, which you were certainly not.

Even being courts apart, Rhys still seemed to find a way to make your life difficult.

You wondered idly if he knew how badly his slip up had fucked you over as you splinted your injury, enchanting the wooden block to stay in place with a wave of your hand. Your wing still throbbed, the pain thrumming through you like a steady stream. It was the slightest bit more bearable with the splint in place, the appendage no longer visibly deformed, and it put you at ease to see it no longer sticking at an odd angle.

The glamour you held over yourself swallowed you like a comforting blanket, the weight of it putting you at ease as you looked out on the bustling streets of the Dawn Court. The last thing you needed right now was someone noticing who you were, the whispers would no doubt make their way back to the inner circle and you didn’t need another guest appearance as of right now. You dragged a hand down your face, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension that had built up along your trek into town.

A brush along your wing had you jumping and scrambling to recoil away from the touch. Your head whipped around, swiveling frantically in search of the source. Your eyes landed on a short, brunette fae. His eyes were a piercing gold, shimmering in the setting sun. You’d almost say they were beautiful if they hadn’t been holding a tinge of disgust, staring at you as if he was floored by your very presence. Azriel’s shadow stilled when you locked eyes with him, the darkness settling at your side.

It's slight coolness as it brushed against you offered you some solace from your peaked anxiety as you stared at the fae. “An Illyrian?” He scoffed, looking down on your form perched on a wooden bench. His upper lip curled into a scowl as his eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” He sneered. Your eyes darted around, a few people nearby eyed you both, a few previous strollers slowing down to watch the interaction. Your pulse spiked, and the fae seemed to pick up on it as he huffed a snort. “Are you a spy? Come to feed information back to your whore of a High Lord?”

The comment hit you like a brick to the face, the insult causing a slice of hurt to bloom in your chest despite your current status with said male. Your features downturned, a kaleidoscope of memories flooding into you from Under the Mountain- both yours and his. You didn’t have time to fully react to anything the fae had said- to what your body had forced you to remember.

A sharp, commanding voice sounded from behind the Dawn Court native, and he bristled at the sound, a visible tremor running through him. “Are we now in the business of disturbing travelers?”

You watched as the golden eyed fae slowly turned around, almost as if he were dreading what he would see. He moved to the side, and your eyes landed on a black haired woman, the girl coated in glittering armor from head to toe. The Dawn Court insignia sat proud on her chest plate, her dark hair sprawling well past the emblem and stopping just before her waist. She held the same shimmering golden eyes as the male- but these were sharper somehow, and they seemed to swirl with power. White wings stood proud behind her, so big that the ivory feathers brushed the ground where she stood.

A Peregryn, you realized.

A member of the elite aerial legion the Dawn Court proudly harbored. You were stunned, as were most passerby at her presence, only attracting more attention to your already uncomfortable situation. Her eyes landed on you, and they widened slightly in recognition.

It dawned on you in that second, and you stiffened into an immovable force.

Glamour didn’t work on Peregryns.

You stared at each other wide eyed, a silent acknowledgement of what was taking place. A runaway monarch- and a soldier of another court. She had all the power here- a cruel switch that was bound to be flipped at some point; you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. She could report this back to Thesan, have you sent back without so much as a thought. Azriels shadow circled you, and you waited with bated breath to see what she’d do.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Her eyes fell back onto the brown-haired male still staring at her in thinly veiled horror. “Get moving.” She said coldly, jerking her head in the direction of another bustling street. The male sputtered for a second, eyes darting back to you before stuttering out a “yes, ma’am.” You watched him disappear into the crowd of people making their way down the busy street, the few people that had stopped to watch the interaction dispersing with him.

Your eyes fell back on the woman, the Peregryn now making her way towards you as if she were on a mission. The look in her eyes had you leaping to your feet, hopping off the bench as if the wooden structure had scorched you through your clothes. You got up in time to meet her face to face, her golden armor glinting in the setting sun.

You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing as you locked eyes. Her face seemed to hold a certain kind of awe you’d compare to a child receiving a new toy. Her eyes slipped over to your injured wing, the glance lingering for a second longer than you’d anticipated before it flickered back to your face. The fae bristled, a realization seeming to dawn on her as she floundered. “M-my Lady.” Her legs bent to steep into a kneel, and your heart rate spiked so violently the Peregryn flinched, your arm shooting out to stop her from completing her bow. Your nails dug into her armor, creating a soft creaking noise as your voice fought its way out of you. Commanding. Desperate. Almost a plea as you spoke.

“Don’t.” You said lowly, eyes darting around as she slowly eased out of her half completed kneel. She managed to take in your frantic movements in her confused state, eyes searching the streets in hopes no one had saw what she had just attempted to do. A fae with light brown hair seemed to eye you as she walked by, and that was all it took to have you hauling the Peregryn into a nearby ally.

“Are you trying to get me in shit!?” You hissed, casting a glance to the street you were just standing in, the shadows of the ally helping you to remain hidden. “No- no, my lad-“ You cut her off. “Don’t call me that, I’m not Your Lady.” You let go of her armor, confusion staining the woman’s face, only becoming more saturated with each passing second. “I may serve the Dawn Court, but I was born of the Night, you are as much My Lady as Thesan is My Lord.” Your eyes darted to her dark sprawling locks, and it clicked for you. She may have been a Peregryn, that much was obvious, but she held prominent features of the Night Court.

It was possible, much like your own lineage. A union between a Peregryn and a member of the Night Court. You saw it. A reflection of yourself stared back, the pride that swirled in her eyes when she talked about her heritage. You remember being like that, once. So proud of being from both the Winter, and the Night Court.

It was long gone though, that pride.

One of those homes was ripped away from you.

You hope she doesn’t suffer the same fate.

“I’m glamoured right now.” You said, tone much softer. A crease formed between her brows, face falling. “Oh.” She paused, looking you over before she spoke again. “I thought you were here for the Fall Solstice.”

That’s right. The Solstice.

Where the three Solar Courts came together in celebration. Where the day and night fall together in equal harmony, each as long as the other. You had completely forgotten in your haste to make it back to Winter. Your mouth fell open, eyebrows raising as an expression of surprise overtook your features. It was clear Rhys wouldn’t be attending any festivals after Under the Mountain, and now with you missing, you’d be surprised if he left the house. Especially with… her to attend to.

“I’m guessing that’s a no?” She asked. Your eyes fell back on her. She really didn’t know? Did Rhys not alert the other Courts to your disappearance? Or is it just so early he didn’t have a chance yet? You swallowed nervously, wringing your hands together anxiously. “Well, since you’re in town you’re still welcome to come.” The Peregryn said softly, sensing your unease. “Pardon my bluntness, but you don’t look to be feeling too well, you should get some rest. I should probably get back to my post regardless.”

You realized just how long you’d been standing in the ally, and you nodded your head in acknowledgement. She inclined her head slightly, almost a bow but casual enough to be brushed off. “It was an honor.” She said sincerely, turning to make her way out of the overhang. You watched her exit the ally, ivory wings brushing the ground as they followed behind her.

Hauling yourself up the stairs of the inn, you used the wall to support most of your weight. Azriels shadow was swirling around you, fretting as it always did when you were in a less than favorable state. The groan you let out when you reached the top was almost guttural, and you had to muster up the very last bit of your energy reserves to scuffle the last bit to your room.

You fiddled around with the key, leaning your forehead against the door and attempted not to wince as your arm knocked into your wing. Getting the key into the lock was an accomplishment in itself, and you pushed the door open, ready to clean yourself up and have a short nap. The door swung open, and you threw the key onto the dresser on your right side, swinging the door closed behind you.

The door swung closed, revealing the bed and a battered Azriel sitting atop it.

[bxllydxnnabxtch]

Eternally Elusive

Rhysand x Reader

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Summary: A pestering passerby drags up an unexpected guest that almost blows your cover.

Read pt. 7 - HERE (wip)

Wanna go back?

Warnings: Harassment, injury.

In your pain riddled haste, you hadn’t realized how worked up you had made Azriel’s shadow. It seemed to be fretting at any slip up in fear of you damaging your already broken wing, it’s movement jagged and sharp as it circled you. But alas, you paid it no heed- couldn’t as you stumbled your way over the border and onto Dawn Court soil in the most pain you’ve been in since you’d left your homeland. The feeling buzzed in your head, and you just knew that you’d be in pain for months just waiting for this to heal up, but that’s only if you get the proper care for it, which you were certainly not.

Even being courts apart, Rhys still seemed to find a way to make your life difficult.

You wondered idly if he knew how badly his slip up had fucked you over as you splinted your injury, enchanting the wooden block to stay in place with a wave of your hand. Your wing still throbbed, the pain thrumming through you like a steady stream. It was the slightest bit more bearable with the splint in place, the appendage no longer visibly deformed, and it put you at ease to see it no longer sticking at an odd angle.

The glamour you held over yourself swallowed you like a comforting blanket, the weight of it putting you at ease as you looked out on the bustling streets of the Dawn Court. The last thing you needed right now was someone noticing who you were, the whispers would no doubt make their way back to the inner circle and you didn’t need another guest appearance as of right now. You dragged a hand down your face, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension that had built up along your trek into town.

A brush along your wing had you jumping and scrambling to recoil away from the touch. Your head whipped around, swiveling frantically in search of the source. Your eyes landed on a short, brunette fae. His eyes were a piercing gold, shimmering in the setting sun. You’d almost say they were beautiful if they hadn’t been holding a tinge of disgust, staring at you as if he was floored by your very presence. Azriel’s shadow stilled when you locked eyes with him, the darkness settling at your side.

It's slight coolness as it brushed against you offered you some solace from your peaked anxiety as you stared at the fae. “An Illyrian?” He scoffed, looking down on your form perched on a wooden bench. His upper lip curled into a scowl as his eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” He sneered. Your eyes darted around, a few people nearby eyed you both, a few previous strollers slowing down to watch the interaction. Your pulse spiked, and the fae seemed to pick up on it as he huffed a snort. “Are you a spy? Come to feed information back to your whore of a High Lord?”

The comment hit you like a brick to the face, the insult causing a slice of hurt to bloom in your chest despite your current status with said male. Your features downturned, a kaleidoscope of memories flooding into you from Under the Mountain- both yours and his. You didn’t have time to fully react to anything the fae had said- to what your body had forced you to remember.

A sharp, commanding voice sounded from behind the Dawn Court native, and he bristled at the sound, a visible tremor running through him. “Are we now in the business of disturbing travelers?”

You watched as the golden eyed fae slowly turned around, almost as if he were dreading what he would see. He moved to the side, and your eyes landed on a black haired woman, the girl coated in glittering armor from head to toe. The Dawn Court insignia sat proud on her chest plate, her dark hair sprawling well past the emblem and stopping just before her waist. She held the same shimmering golden eyes as the male- but these were sharper somehow, and they seemed to swirl with power. White wings stood proud behind her, so big that the ivory feathers brushed the ground where she stood.

A Peregryn, you realized.

A member of the elite aerial legion the Dawn Court proudly harbored. You were stunned, as were most passerby at her presence, only attracting more attention to your already uncomfortable situation. Her eyes landed on you, and they widened slightly in recognition.

It dawned on you in that second, and you stiffened into an immovable force.

Glamour didn’t work on Peregryns.

You stared at each other wide eyed, a silent acknowledgement of what was taking place. A runaway monarch- and a soldier of another court. She had all the power here- a cruel switch that was bound to be flipped at some point; you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. She could report this back to Thesan, have you sent back without so much as a thought. Azriels shadow circled you, and you waited with bated breath to see what she’d do.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Her eyes fell back onto the brown-haired male still staring at her in thinly veiled horror. “Get moving.” She said coldly, jerking her head in the direction of another bustling street. The male sputtered for a second, eyes darting back to you before stuttering out a “yes, ma’am.” You watched him disappear into the crowd of people making their way down the busy street, the few people that had stopped to watch the interaction dispersing with him.

Your eyes fell back on the woman, the Peregryn now making her way towards you as if she were on a mission. The look in her eyes had you leaping to your feet, hopping off the bench as if the wooden structure had scorched you through your clothes. You got up in time to meet her face to face, her golden armor glinting in the setting sun.

You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing as you locked eyes. Her face seemed to hold a certain kind of awe you’d compare to a child receiving a new toy. Her eyes slipped over to your injured wing, the glance lingering for a second longer than you’d anticipated before it flickered back to your face. The fae bristled, a realization seeming to dawn on her as she floundered. “M-my Lady.” Her legs bent to steep into a kneel, and your heart rate spiked so violently the Peregryn flinched, your arm shooting out to stop her from completing her bow. Your nails dug into her armor, creating a soft creaking noise as your voice fought its way out of you. Commanding. Desperate. Almost a plea as you spoke.

“Don’t.” You said lowly, eyes darting around as she slowly eased out of her half completed kneel. She managed to take in your frantic movements in her confused state, eyes searching the streets in hopes no one had saw what she had just attempted to do. A fae with light brown hair seemed to eye you as she walked by, and that was all it took to have you hauling the Peregryn into a nearby ally.

“Are you trying to get me in shit!?” You hissed, casting a glance to the street you were just standing in, the shadows of the ally helping you to remain hidden. “No- no, my lad-“ You cut her off. “Don’t call me that, I’m not Your Lady.” You let go of her armor, confusion staining the woman’s face, only becoming more saturated with each passing second. “I may serve the Dawn Court, but I was born of the Night, you are as much My Lady as Thesan is My Lord.” Your eyes darted to her dark sprawling locks, and it clicked for you. She may have been a Peregryn, that much was obvious, but she held prominent features of the Night Court.

It was possible, much like your own lineage. A union between a Peregryn and a member of the Night Court. You saw it. A reflection of yourself stared back, the pride that swirled in her eyes when she talked about her heritage. You remember being like that, once. So proud of being from both the Winter, and the Night Court.

It was long gone though, that pride.

One of those homes was ripped away from you.

You hope she doesn’t suffer the same fate.

“I’m glamoured right now.” You said, tone much softer. A crease formed between her brows, face falling. “Oh.” She paused, looking you over before she spoke again. “I thought you were here for the Fall Solstice.”

That’s right. The Solstice.

Where the three Solar Courts came together in celebration. Where the day and night fall together in equal harmony, each as long as the other. You had completely forgotten in your haste to make it back to Winter. Your mouth fell open, eyebrows raising as an expression of surprise overtook your features. It was clear Rhys wouldn’t be attending any festivals after Under the Mountain, and now with you missing, you’d be surprised if he left the house. Especially with… her to attend to.

“I’m guessing that’s a no?” She asked. Your eyes fell back on her. She really didn’t know? Did Rhys not alert the other Courts to your disappearance? Or is it just so early he didn’t have a chance yet? You swallowed nervously, wringing your hands together anxiously. “Well, since you’re in town you’re still welcome to come.” The Peregryn said softly, sensing your unease. “Pardon my bluntness, but you don’t look to be feeling too well, you should get some rest. I should probably get back to my post regardless.”

You realized just how long you’d been standing in the ally, and you nodded your head in acknowledgement. She inclined her head slightly, almost a bow but casual enough to be brushed off. “It was an honor.” She said sincerely, turning to make her way out of the overhang. You watched her exit the ally, ivory wings brushing the ground as they followed behind her.

Hauling yourself up the stairs of the inn, you used the wall to support most of your weight. Azriels shadow was swirling around you, fretting as it always did when you were in a less than favorable state. The groan you let out when you reached the top was almost guttural, and you had to muster up the very last bit of your energy reserves to scuffle the last bit to your room.

You fiddled around with the key, leaning your forehead against the door and attempted not to wince as your arm knocked into your wing. Getting the key into the lock was an accomplishment in itself, and you pushed the door open, ready to clean yourself up and have a short nap. The door swung open, and you threw the key onto the dresser on your right side, swinging the door closed behind you.

The door swung closed, revealing the bed and a battered Azriel sitting atop it.

[myloviestar]

Solo

Rafe’s First Solo Day

When Ava was about three months old, Y/N had to leave for the first time to run errands, leaving Rafe alone with their daughter.

“You’ll be fine,” Y/N assured him as she slipped on her shoes. “Just keep her fed, changed, and maybe take her for a walk if she gets fussy.”

“Piece of cake,” Rafe said confidently, holding Ava in one arm and waving Y/N off with the other.

The first hour went smoothly. Ava napped, and Rafe managed to clean up the kitchen. But when she woke up, chaos ensued.

Her cries started soft but quickly escalated, and Rafe panicked, running through the checklist Y/N had drilled into him.

“Okay, diaper? Clean. Bottle? You just ate. What now, Ava? Tell me!”

He tried everything—singing off-key lullabies, playing peek-a-boo, even letting her grab his hair (which she seemed to enjoy a little too much). Finally, in a moment of desperation, he grabbed her stroller and decided to take her for a walk around the block.

As they strolled through the quiet streets of Figure Eight, Ava’s cries subsided, replaced by wide-eyed wonder at the world around her. Rafe sighed in relief, feeling like he’d just conquered a mountain.

When Y/N returned home hours later, she found Rafe sprawled on the couch, Ava asleep on his chest.

“See? Piece of cake,” he mumbled, though the exhaustion in his voice gave him away.

Y/N kissed his forehead, smiling. “You did good, Rafe. You’re a natural.”

[cmdrfupa]

Family Day

  You’ve turned a house into a home and a home into a sanctuary for Choso. He never thought he’d be given the gift of parenthood or love, so he wants to say thank you on an important anniversary.

Sfw, cute Papa Choso x reader. Fluffy, cutesy, teeth-aching sweetness. Reader called Mama but mostly gn.

a/n: I’ve been watching turtles go into the ocean after hatching, and now I’m here. Idk how I got here but we are here so let’s smile about it 😭

Weekends were meant to rejuvenate and catch up on the hobbies you neglect during the week. Waking up just in time for brunch and pajamas all day until time to get out of the enclosure.

Weekends for Choso were meant to play battle ninja princess and make pasta because his daughters wanted it for literally any meal when you weren’t around to say otherwise. He cherished the busy days as much as the calm ones. Running across town to toy stores and the bakery was his rejuvenation today.

“Mama would want the sprinkles!”

“Yea! Sprinkles! With the cereal, too, papa!”

“Make it five!”

With an apologetic expression to the cashier on his face, Choso took his wallet out of his fanny pack while using his free hand to massage his energetic children's heads gently.

“I’m sorry. Would you please give me two of each specialty donut and a dozen matcha macarons? Oh! And if possible, one of your full-sized ube mango tarts?” The twins exchanged "thank yous" to the cashier as Choso picked up the boxes, placing them in the stroller's attached storage bag before heading home.

It wasn’t a lengthy walk home. The weather, however, proved pleasant enough to go a longer route. Early summer was always more forgiving. The blossoming trees shadowed the ground, reprieve from the hint of heat. A soft breeze carried the delicate fragrance of blossoms and mowed lawns that lingered as Choso glanced in both directions before joining the group on the crosswalk.

“Papa. What’s a tart?”

“It’s like a pie but with less crust and more tasty filling like berries or custard.” Choso focused on the pathway ahead while answering.

“Who’s gonna eat the obey tart you got?”

Choso chuckled. “Ube, birdie. And Mama likes it. It’s her favorite.”

Saturdays started with the inevitable cuddle mountain attack from Ani and Nori once they realized it was a no-school day. This promptly led to them dashing around the house as ‘Papa Kong’ chased them until breakfast was done. Perfected chaos.

On this Saturday, things were different. Choso, with the twins accompanying him, instructed you to stay in bed as he ran a few errands. You didn’t even try to protest. You nodded, turning over to go back to sleep for another hour.

While you enjoyed the morning of reading with the humming humidifier in the background, you began to miss the sound of your rowdy duo and patient husband.

When you first met Choso and a teen Yuji, weekends were filled with nothing but noise as Yuji had his 2 friends over often. The liveliness around the house reminds you of those days when you watched the three having the “Is a hot dog a sandwich” debate in your cute little apartment back then.

“We’re back!”

“Mama!”

The energetic war cries sliced through the silence, and you sat your book down. “Well, there my little birdies are! Where did you all go?”

“We went to eat pasta! And we went to the park! Papa took us to get sweets!” Nori stated as she sat beside you, wrestling with her shoes before pulling them off.

“yeah! We got mac’rns and donuts! Ones with berries and sprinkles!” Ani added, setting her small bag down before she climbed into your lap.

You looked to see Choso heading to the sunroom. Curious, you attempt to get up, but Ani traps you with a toothy smile on her cherub face.

“No, no, sorry! Papa said to keep you here until he finished uh… Preppering for you!”

“Preparing for me?”

They nodded in unison, snickering with glee.

The raven-haired girls tugged at your heartstrings with their sweet existence. Spitting image of their father with you being seen in their mannerisms and warm smiles. “What’s happening with you three, hmm?” The pair smiled at you as they spoke in hushed tones about the super secret Kamo party in what could only be described as the loudest whisper known to man.

While your children were talking to you about the squirrel they insist said hello to them, a very familiar knock was suddenly heard at the front door. “Be right back, birdies.”

The knocking persisted, and you knew exactly who it was the moment you saw the pink hair through the door's frosted glass.

“Yuji! What on earth are you doing in town?”

Yuji embraced you tightly, his bag falling to the floor as he practically picked you up, his boyish grin never fading.

“Cho called me! He said he wanted to get together soon. Though maybe I should’ve asked when…”

“Nonsense! Now is the perfect time. It's so good to see you.” You gave his cheek a slight pinch as he closed the door behind him.

He gave you another hug, this time squeezing you like he used to when he was younger. The familial warmth set in as he pulls away, looking at you. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you all. It's been forever”

“It has been. And your nieces are going to be thrilled to see you.” On cue, the twin girls ran into the foyer, screaming with excitement as they jumped onto Yuji.

“You two have certainly grown. You'll be bigger than Uncle soon! Must be eating your veggies, hm?” They giggled as he kneeled down to be at their level, his new tattoos being their point of interest with shock and awe.

A few minutes into your mini-reunion, Choso appeared at the foyer entrance.

“Little brother!” His tone was warm, and his eyes were shining. Choso went to Yuji, kissing his forehead before subjecting him to the most suffocating hug he could. “I’m glad you could make it!”

“Of course. I’ll never miss the chance to see you guys!”

Taking in the energy from his most beloved people, he settled his eyes on the twins “Birdies? Do you mind leading the way to the back?”

“Uncle Yu, come on!” They both took one of his hands, you and Choso following behind.

  “Choso? What’s all this about?” Most of them being a much younger version of yourself and Choso; curiosity sets in as you scan over the various Polaroids that trimmed the hallway.

One in particular with you, Choso, and Yuji, eating ube tartlets after your graduation, catching your eye.

“Just wanted to do something for our family to celebrate today,” his lips landed a peck at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve forgotten a holiday? Oh hell, Cho-cho, I’m so sorry-”

“Baby, you forgot nothing. It’s a new holiday.” Squeezing your hand, reassuring you, “One I declared and didn’t announce til today. So, do you remember what we did on this day 9 years ago?”

You pondered a moment. Your anniversary was a few months away, while birthdays were set for later in the year.

Hanging on the wall was a framed photo of Choso, Yuji, and you. Taken in front of your first apartment when Choso became Yuji’s guardian. It all clicked. “Oh Choso”

You paused at the opened French doors leading to the sunroom. Cherry blossom fairy string lights cross over the ceiling, highlighting drawings made by the twins. Sweets were arrayed on a table, and traditional tea was set in the center of the room. Yuji stood next to the setting, proudly looking at his brother's work.

“9 years ago, you stood right with me as I became his guardian. And you never left.” Yuji smiled on, remembering the moment when you welcomed him into your arms like you’d known him all his life. “You helped me grow. You became a figure in both our lives that we needed, and I haven’t properly shown how much I appreciated that.” Choso led you into the room, the girls sitting down as Yuji began to pour tea and plate their sweets. “You became my family and gave me the best gifts anyone could ever ask for.”

Speechless, you hugged him tightly, butterfly kisses to his now flushed cheeks before you looked around the room. Every detail from past dates to recent events in your lives is shown in the decor. “Thank you”

“Im pleased to say our first Kamo Family Day is officially here!”

Ani and Nori cheered as you sat with them, passing you the designated party hat as Yuji and Choso shared stories of their first years together.

Later that evening

  With both the kids and Yuji settled in for the night, you and Choso settled on the couch with the leftover tart.

Holding the fork out for him to take his bite, you peered over at him, deeply engrossed in the episode of Master Chef.

“I really feel like Gordon Ramsey would make me cry.”

“Hm?” you swallowed, trying to hide your laugh.

“I’m serious.” He glances over at you, low-lidded eyes showing a hint of melancholy. “Remember when the girls talked about how I did their space buns, which were all wonky, according to Nori? That haunted me for a week.”

He finally took a bite of tart and looked back at the TV. “Gordon would have me sobbing in our linen closet over how raw I like my burgers.”

You couldn’t help but grab the pillow, chortling into it. “I’ll protect you Cho, don’t worry.”

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

HI AGAINNN ok ok so. maybe youve already done this but I would LOVE to hear any benji headcanons you have!! I miss them so bad... plus once again ur hcs are phenomenal

BEN X KENJI HEADCANONS

domestic: fluff ahead

getting together:

Ben fell first, Kenji fell harder

by that i mean Ben had a sort of crush on Kenji in camp cretaceous that was replaced by their firm friendship, and then Kenji slowly realised he’d fallen in love with Ben during chaos theory season 2, but then the whole Brooklynn thing happened, and then Ben and Gia were dating, and Kenji kind of buried his feelings (pushed them to the back of his mind so things wouldn’t get complicated)

after chaos theory and everything settled down, they were hesitant to even think about their feelings for each other. they’ve been the right person wrong time twice, and they value each others’ friendship so much

when they went back to the states post chaos theory, they took Smoothie around together, treating him exactly like a baby. they even took him around in a stroller or in a baby sling (depending on Smoothie’s size). coparenting to the max. several people mistook them as a couple. that’s what started to make them realise they maybe want to be a couple

they also bicker like a couple. the others tease each other about it all the time

they first kissed each other when they were living at Sammy’s ranch with the others, when they went hiking nearby. they brought cider and got a bit drunk, while watching the sunset. they started talking, one thing led to another, and they kissed

after that, they did not talk to each other for a whole day. it was so awkward

they both pestered Yaz for advice, and they eventually work out that they both want to be in a relationship with each other, so Yaz is the first to find out

Kenji tells Darius, and Ben tells Brooklynn (Yaz told Sammy about it as soon as she found out, she can’t keep secrets from her wifey) and the camp fam are all thrilled

Brooklynn is extra happy Kenji found someone after their break up and tells him as such, and he hugs her (they’re on good terms by this point)

Mrs Bowman and Mrs Pincus are both super happy for them ofc

i imagine Ben and Gia broke up pretty soon after chaos theory but it was a mutual thing and they agreed to stay good friends, and Gia was so happy for Ben that he found someone

Nonna was happy for them too but always thought Ben looked a little... 💅 so she wasn’t that surprised

Ben also wanted to tell Mae pretty early on

once they’ve told everyone, Kenji will Not Shut Up. “my boyfriend and i will be on our way now” “that’s my boyfriend over there” “so, boyfriend, how was your day?”

he’s like that again when they get married but ten times worse.

general/miscellaneous headcanons:

their natural landscape is the mountains (Yasammy is the countryside and Dinostar is the city/beach)

Ben is the sun, Kenji is the moon

Ben’s phone background is a picture taken from the back of Kenji holding their daughter and holding hands with his son, while they’re on a hike in the mountains

Kenji’s phone background is a picture of Ben, and their kids, riding on Bumpy’s back

Ben’s name in Kenji’s phone is hunk hubby💚 (he’s so unserious)

Kenji’s name in Ben’s phone is my love💙

their house is the spot everyone goes to for Christmas because the scenery is gorgeous (Yasammy’s house is for Thanksgiving, and Dinostar’s house is for their annual two week vacation in summer)

dating/intimacy headcanons:

their favourite place to go together are the mountains. they go on picnic dates up there all the time (as long as Ben doesn’t bring carob bars or eat out of a boot, and Kenji doesn’t attempt to cook) (by picnic they mean: order takeaway and hike up a mountain and watch the sunset)

they also go to diners sometimes but not fancy restaurants. Ben does Not like them and they remind Kenji too much of the fancy food his private chefs used to cook

their love language is teasing (canon) but they’re also surprisingly physically affectionate. Kenji loves sitting in Ben’s lap. most evenings they sit on the sofa in their pyjamas and snuggle

they love going to spas together as well. it's so relaxing and helps them unwind and destress. Kenji loves leaning on Ben's shoulder and Ben loves putting an arm around Kenji as they chill in a hot tub or something. plus seeing each other shirtless

Kenji scratches and massages Ben’s hair and it makes him melt every time

they spend a lot of time in the mountains but occasionally go to San Diego for a few days as a mini–holiday when they want a break. they’d also have a massive trailer so Smoothie and/or Bumpy can come with them

Kenji is very defensive of Ben. someone makes a snide comment in passing and Ben has to grab Kenji’s hand and give him the Don’t Start Something It’s Not Worth It look while Kenji gives Ben the But They Were Mean To You And That’s Not Okay With Me look

they can have whole conversations just by looking at each other. they actually make quite a lot of eye contact. it’s another love language for them. if they’re in a gathering sometimes they’ll find each other’s eyes and just. smile at each other for a moment, and feel less alone

Kenji steals Ben’s clothes and Ben laughs because he looks tiny in them

whenever one of them is out late, the other will always stay up until they get home. even if they’re up until 3am

Ben has an occasional habit of staying up late to work. Kenji refuses to work past 8pm and will sometimes drag Ben away from their desk (possibly kicking and screaming) to snuggle on the sofa

Ben likes bringing Kenji flowers

Ben has quite a chubby stomach which Kenji loves. he thinks it’s adorable and loves kissing and lying on his stomach when they’re napping on the sofa

Kenji has this smoulder about him (equal parts sad and mysterious) that Ben loves (inspired from an interview with Darren Barnet (he was talking about himself in a different show but it’s the same actor so it counts))

Kenji just has to lean against Ben’s shoulder and look up at him with puppy dog eyes and Ben cannot say no lol (“you think you can bat your pretty little eyes at me and i’ll just do anything for you, huh?” “yeah... cos you will”)

they’re both so tentative about hurting the other in any way (because of, well... everything that happened between them in the show) that they can tend towards not talking about things that bother them. they’re in therapy though they’re working on it [proud]

they love going to concerts together, and Kenji sits on Ben’s shoulders when they do (they both love it)

one of the most intimate things Ben and Kenji do for each other is wash each others' hair. the first time it happened, Kenji dislocated his shoulder when he was climbing and couldn't lift it, and he can't wash his hair with one working arm, so he asked Ben to do it. the feeling of Ben's hands gently washing his hair and the way his fingers massaged the stress from his scalp made Kenji melt. he started crying and Ben immediately worried that he'd hurt Kenji, but Kenji told him it felt amazing. they usually wash each others' hair now

Ben thinks Kenji looks adorable when he's sleeping. Ben usually falls asleep later than Kenji, so he gets to enjoy looking at his adorable boyfriend before falling asleep

Kenji is the clingiest person when he's just woken up. Ben has to almost prise Kenji off him ("but loveeeeeee you're so warm :(((" "we have jobs, boo, or we'll get fired" "don't care. i'll get fired.") (when they have time tho they get plenty of morning snuggle time)

original nicknames post here — i’ve got Kenji calling Ben ‘hunk’ and Ben calling Kenji ‘boo’ and Kenji also bringing out the most emasculating, fluffiest nicknames he can think of around people (“angel cake” “snuggle bear” etc)

they also call each other ‘my dear/my love’ in very intimate moments (and when they’re having sex)

speaking of, they wait a long time before having sex together. they wanted it to be special, and it’s not a thing either of them feel a huge amount of need for (aroace spec headcanoners this one’s for u)

wedding headcanons:

benji wedding headcanons in this post

Kenji is legally a Bowman (mama Bowman adopted him when he was sixteen) and they hyphenate (Bowman–Pincus)

Yaz, Sammy and Brooklynn sing super trouper at their wedding (Kenji loves mamma mia) and they LOVE IT

i would love to draw attention to them having their anniversary in New Zealand because it’s such a beautiful place and they would love it there. it’s perfect for them. i can imagine them on a gorgeous beach, swimming in the ocean (and Kenji getting stung by a jellyfish), going in the waitomo glow worm caves, rotorua hot springs, the hot water beach, going on walks, going to whangarei falls and swimming right under the streams of water (i did almost all of these things and the holiday was one of the best memories of my life)

they’d find this tiny, secluded beach and no one else is there and it’s so beautiful and perfect and they sit beside each other and enjoy just coexisting with their lover

daily life headcanons:

after spending a year living with the camp fam at Sammy’s ranch, they move to New Mexico (which has mountains but also they’re close to Texas and Kenji does not want to be back in Colorado) by the Jemez mountains

their house is on the small side but the surrounding land is huge; enough room for Bumpy and Smoothie to have loads of room to frolic around

Kenji is an early riser and Ben sleeps in until about 10am unless he has to wake up, so Kenji usually gets his daily climbing in before Ben wakes up

if he’s not feeling like a climb, he’ll snuggle with Ben until he wakes up and then they’ll cook breakfast together

Kenji is good at cooking healthy food and Ben likes it, just not the protein shakes, they are disgusting, how do you even drink those??

i headcanon Kenji wouldn’t want a job dinosaur related (or climbing related, teaching climbing reminds him too much of isolating himself) and he tries an office job but it’s too claustrophobic for him to be indoors sitting at the same desk all day

(inspired by me going to a high ropes course recently) he decides to open a high ropes centre in the mountains. he’d love running it, being physically active, working with other people (especially kids) and encouraging them, but he also gets to do a decent amount of desk paperwork to keep himself grounded

Ben worked for a paleontology group for a while that he loved, but it had quite long hours, and Ben decided he didn’t like how little time he had to spend with Kenji, Smoothie and Bumpy and being away from them wasn’t worth how cool the job was

Ben is super analytical so i imagine he’s some kind of analyst or data scientist

Ben’s job is kind of basic but hey, they pay the bills and when Kenji’s not working at the high ropes centre, they can both work at their home office in their conservatory and hold hands underneath their desk like lovestruck schoolboys

Kenji is kind of obsessed with trail mix, so he always has a bowl to snack on near him while he works which very soon becomes their bowl of trail mix. sometimes if Kenji notices Ben hasn’t eaten much that day he’ll take a handful and gently shove it at Ben’s mouth and then they both laugh

if Ben is on a work call or something Kenji is not above making silly faces at him and miming dirty jokes (*Ben on a work call* *Kenji trying (and failing) to juggle three cashews behind his camera*)

they both go through a bbq era and you know they would. one summer they have bbq food almost every day. they have matching aprons. the Grill Dads ever

unless one of them is either sick or really busy or the weather is bad, they always go for a hike around the mountains every evening to just chat and catch up and hold hands (the kids eventually join them)

Ben and Kenji love reading or watching a bit of tv at the end of every day. usually it's in their bed while snuggling and drinking hot cocoa or tea.

in terms of tv, they're really into baking shows, and they love the great british bake off (highly recommend this show for all the brits who don't know it!!!). they have mutual hatred for one (1) contestant they really don't like, they rate the bakes, they even make their own baked goods (cake for cake week, bread for bread week, pastries for pastry week) or buy them fresh for when they watch it.

Ben is a very hot sleeper. he’s like a furnace. Kenji is usually the little spoon and if not, he lies on his front, his head on Ben’s chest. it’s very cosy.

if Kenji is having a nightmare he moves around a lot and curls up small, and it usually wakes Ben up, so Ben usually comforts Kenji back to sleep

Ben however usually wakes up just gasping, if not completely frozen, and it doesn’t usually wake Kenji, so Ben wakes Kenji up himself (which Kenji has told him multiple times to do)

having kids headcanons:

they were already coparents to Smoothie, which made them realise they lowkey wanna do it with human kids (“hey, I love coparenting Smoothie with you, we should do that with a human kid” “...yeah, that’s called having a baby, Kenj”)

they adopt; Kenji wants to pay forward the way people like Mrs Bowman and Nonna took care of him despite him not being biologically theirs, and they aren’t keen on the idea of having a surrogate

they try for about a year to contact adoption agencies and they have several false alarms of them almost being able to adopt but something going wrong at the last second

so when they get a call from an agency on the east coast, they don’t tell the camp fam just in case something goes wrong because they couldn’t bear the thought of getting everyone’s hopes up just for something to go wrong

however, that time is successful, and they adopt twins — a boy and a girl (i know @darilynnz already came up with the names Xi and Katie for them and honestly i don’t have any ideas for their names themselves)

the flight back is long, tiring, and Kenji and Ben sit for most of the time in enthralled silence, holding one kid each, reflecting, and admiring their tiny, fragile, perfect children. Kenji is in tears the whole time, and Ben cries for at least an hour. when they get home they sit on the sofa some more. neither of them can believe they have two babies now

Ben is dad (dada when the kids are young), Kenji is daddy

they do a whole modern family style super dramatic baby reveal for the nublar six and their families. the camp fam are initially so shocked

Mrs Pincus and Mrs Bowman were both thrilled, but were also slightly shocked by the realization they’re now grandmothers (Mrs Pincus is grandma, Mrs Bowman is nana)

the camp fam are all ‘auntie/uncle + name’ to their twins

they also get bombarded with spare baby things from their mothers and the camp fam. they hardly have to buy anything (aside from stuff you can’t reuse like bottles)

Darius sends them a book of dad jokes (the same book as Darius’s dad had, which Mrs Bowman gave to Darius when he became a dad but a new copy)

Sammy mails them three (3) care packages over the first six months, full of parenting books, a diaper bag, blankets, and other baby stuff, as well as baked goods and self care things and skincare stuff for Kenji with handwritten reminders to take care of yourselves too! love from Sammy and Yaz <3

Kenji and Ben were both thrilled when they finally adopted their baby, but they were both very nervous too. Kenji particularly was terrified to be a dad. he’d be the one who usually gets up in the night to calm the babies down (Ben wants to ferberize but Kenji is not letting their babies think even for a second that they don’t love him) and while Kenji sits with the baby/ies, holding them to his chest, he sometimes cries because he’s scared and doesn’t know what he’s doing; Ben will always be there to comfort and reassure him that he’s an amazing father

the first year of parenting was rough. between Ben’s paranoia and Kenji’s anxiety, they talk through it with their therapists and have their mothers and/or the camp fam over at their house to help out a lot of the time

Kenji and Ben both call Mrs Bowman and Mrs Pincus for advice, as well as the camp fam (since they’ve all had kids by this point)

Kenji and Ben both know they’re not good cooks, but now that they have kids, they decide they need to Do Something About That so their kids can eat good food, so they enroll in cooking classes together. for the first ten classes most of their dishes end on fire

the camp fam send them recipes and tips

as much as Kenji loves their babies, the vomit and poop really grosses him out (he gets used to it though). Ben does most of the diaper changing but Kenji can do it too

Kenji is usually the one to sing a lullaby to their kids before they go to bed (they read somewhere that music helps develop a kid’s brain and no Ben, heavy metal doesn’t count as actual music, you’re giving the kids a headache)

they have a double kid sling, so one baby can sit on his front and the other on his back. they have a lot of fun with this in public (“aw, cute baby” *Ben turns around*“thanks, i have two of them” [proud])

Kenji also loves having the kids in the double sling so he can be close to them. usually they have one baby each to carry and swap round every other day so they spend roughly equal time with their babies

Kenji often kisses the twins’ heads mostly for no reason, and whenever he does Ben goes pouty and teasingly goes “don’t i get a kiss?” (Kenji then kisses him in the same spot as he kissed the twins ofc)

Ben and Kenji both wanted to take their kids to the ocean in the first time. they compromise on holding their kids together

their twins as babies are pretty easy themselves; the twins as toddlers however, are possibly more chaotic than any dinosaur they’ve ever encountered. running around all hours of the day. it’s a very stressful time

their son breaks his wrist, and Ben and Kenji have virtually no idea what to do besides take him to hospital (which they do ofc) but it really freaks them out being so helpless, so they take a first aid course

Kenji wants to take the kids climbing up short distances as soon as he can safely take them in their (very secure) baby slings. Ben is not having it

they compromise on getting the kids into junior rock climbing classes when they’re five or six, and in the meantime, they hike up the mountains

their kids are extremely brave with a lot of things but sometimes they, particularly their son, get a bit afraid. when Kenji first takes his son on the high ropes course, he gets scared a few stations in, freezes up, and yells for his dad, and Kenji literally sprints (across the obstacle course 30 feet in the air) to get to his son and comfort him and help him get back to the start of the course so he can get down. his son is clinging onto his neck the whole time

Kenji grew up barely knowing his dad so he makes sure to be a very active part of his kids’ lives. he’s the soccer dad who gets very hyped on the sidelines, while Ben’s handing out oranges for halftime

Ben takes the kiddos on rides with Bumpy and Smoothie on the weekends. they love it. picture the scene from the end of how to train your dragon three where Hiccup and Astrid are flying on Toothless, Stormfly and Toothpaste (light fury) with their kids. that. they’re racing across the giant amounts of field the whole afternoon and having the time of their lives

Kenji is the more anxious parent when the kids are younger but Ben becomes the more anxious parent when the kids get to their teenage years (lets bfr though they’re both anxious all the way through)

they watch disney movies with the kids in a cuddle pile on their sofa, and Ben cries at all the emotional scenes; Kenji untangles his arm from where his son is sleeping on him, and gently wipes his husband’s tears away with his thumb

both parents gain a love for the disney and tinkerbell movies. Kenji 100% sobbed at the legend of the neverbeast (who wouldn’t bfr?)

their daughter’s appendix burst when she was five, and it was in the middle of winter when the mountains were covered in snow. it was a very stressful night. Ben got Bumpy and Smoothie to clear the road of snow with their tails so they could make it to the hospital. neither dads get any sleep that night

the dads ever ❤️

hope this is what you wanted :) thank you for the lovely ask OP! 🫶 i had so much fun with this <3

[callsign-rogueone]

the girlfriend gang at Disneyland

just got back from my trip and it was very nice but also completely draining. have some ideas I came up with in the car / while waiting in lines!

xaden and aaric are paying for everything, of course — mostly aaric.

in the morning:

they’re getting up early for sure, because dain and brennan have a schedule that they’ve been curating for a month now.

duchess goes on an early starbucks run to make everyone less grumpy and more awake. angel goes with her to help carry all the drinks.

darling insists that everyone wear sunscreen, and she brings all the snacks because she’s the mom friend through and through.

everyone’s ready at 8:00 sharp. love has saoirse in a stroller, and peach is pushing sawyer in his wheelchair.

during the day:

duchess tries to steer brennan away from xaden and violet, to let them have some time to themselves, but he still keeps an eye on them from a distance, and pretends to gag when they reappear in matching shirts (vi suggested this as a joke, but xaden can’t ever say no to her, so he agreed.)

angel and sweets volunteer to hold everyone’s bags (and the baby) while they do roller coasters / scary stuff / anything that would be painful for angel. spark stays behind for any water rides, since she hates getting wet unnecessarily, and duchess also hangs back from the rollercoasters and drop rides, but that’s for another reason that only brennan knows about at this point… 👀

dain and love take saoirse to meet the fairies / princesses. bodhi tags along “to be an extra pair of hands / to help them out with her” but he really wants to meet cinderella too.

on the teacups: sweets, spark, and peach are spinning calmly, just talking — and ridoc, liam, and sawyer are going as fast as physically possible, screaming.

nobody warned ridoc about the snakes on big thunder mountain, or in indiana jones. poor boy. sweets comforts him afterward, though — she lets him be clingy and pouty for a while until he forgets about it completely.

all (or most) of the boys wear minnie ears because they’re secure in their masculinity and it’s fun. bodhi starts the trend, and the rest follow suit.

sunny is a bit overwhelmed with it all, since she’s never been before, but she has aaric beside her the whole time — until the other girls sense that she needs a break and drag her away for a while.

liam convinces some of the gang to go out and row canoes to the island with him. they strategically place him in the front seat so he can’t see that nobody is having as much fun as he is. (bodhi makes sure that nobody tells him and pops that bubble.)

after dark:

some of the boys, who shall not be named for their own reputation, shed a few tears during the fireworks / projections.

team “we’re not leaving until midnight”:

ridoc and sunny (wild child’s)

garrick (incapable of being tired)

duchess (wisely rested mid-day and is now rejuvenated)

bodhi (is going to regret this decision tomorrow and be yawning all morning)

team “going back to the hotel to get some damn sleep”:

violet, angel, sweets (they’ve overdone it physically and/or emotionally)

brennan, liam, and dain (gotta be up at 6am tomorrow, despite it being a vacation)

love (it’s way past baby’s bed time. darling comes with her as well.)

aaric, spark, and xaden (had too much fun for one day, need to go be broody)

that’s all I’ve got for now. byeeee!

[bitchinbarzal]

Hi! Could you do something with the killers on the off season or the break? Maybe in a day that Clay has no practice and has a full dad duty. Could be like a small getaway or whatever you would like :)

Clayton woke up to sunlight filtering through the blinds and one undeniable fact:

Kaia was not in bed.

Instead, there was a sticky note on her pillow.

I love you. I’m going to the spa. Good luck.

– K

Panic set in fast.

A second later, Elodie burst into the room in a tutu and swim goggles. “Daddy. There’s syrup in the Lego bin and Weston’s feeding waffles to the Roomba.”

It took forty-five minutes to get everyone dressed.

Not well dressed just clothed.

Clayton stood in the entryway with Miles strapped to his chest, Weston wearing a backwards shirt and one sock, and Elodie fully prepared for a princess-themed survival mission.

“Where are we even going?” she asked, arms crossed.

“We’re doing a fun day,” Clayton announced. “Daddy’s in charge.”

Stop 1: The Petting Zoo

It smelled terrible, Elodie tried to smuggle out a baby goat, and Weston got licked by a llama and told it they were now brothers.

Miles pooped twice.

Clayton earned a medal just for surviving.

Stop 2: The Ice Cream Shop

Elodie ordered cotton candy bubblegum marshmallow disaster flavour. Weston got chocolate and wore 98% of it.

A lady in line asked, “Are you babysitting?” and Clayton, without hesitation, said, “Nope. I made these.”

He didn’t even realise how proud he felt until Elodie leaned against his leg and whispered, “You’re actually doing good, Daddy.”

Stop 3: Mini Golf

Clayton thought this would be a chill end-of-day activity.

Weston took off with his club like a sword and challenged two elderly women to battle. Elodie gave herself two holes-in-one he knew didn’t happen. Miles fell asleep upright in the stroller and stayed that way.

Clayton only cheated once, and he was pretty sure that still counted as a parenting win.

By the time they got home, all three kids were snoring in the backseat. The car looked like it had been attacked by a snack tornado. Clayton didn’t even try to move them right away. He just sat there, sun dipping behind the mountains, windows cracked, music low.

Kaia came out a few minutes later, fresh from her spa day, hair wrapped in a towel and a soft smile on her face.

She peeked in the back window. “You did it.”

Clayton grinned. “I did it.”

“You took three children out into the world and brought them all back.”

“With minimal injury.”

Kaia leaned down and kissed his cheek. “How was it?”

He looked over at his chaos crew covered in dirt, one with gum in her hair, one with a binky still in his mouth.

“Best day I’ve had all summer.”

[sleepynoons]

sakura x afab!f!reader, sfw, not beta read

cw: n/a

notes: in celebration of summer coming to a close (how the heck is it back to school season already in the states...), i wrote this quick drabble on taking sakura to a summer festival. packed w/ a bunch of classic shojo tropes + a sprinkle of humor lol enjoy!!

SAKURA DIDN’T think this through. his excuse is that it all happened too quickly.

one late afternoon after school, he and suo accompanied nirei to a local market, who unexpectedly won a couples travel package to an onsen in a street-side raffle. since nirei doesn’t have a special someone, he gave it to sakura, thinking it was about time the two of you went on a trip together. suo only added fuel to the fire by bringing up the fact that sakura hadn’t kissed you yet in fear of screwing your first kiss as a couple up.

he really only agreed to go on the trip because he was baited into it. 

he sighs, peeking at you through his periphery as you clearly vibrate in your seat, admiring the mountainous landscape speeding by as you both ride the bullet train. 

the sight of your excitement and anticipation makes him sigh. fine, he admits, maybe he had other reasons for coming on this trip.

you swivel over, beaming up at him. “sakura!” you chirp. “what should we do tonight?”

he rolls his eyes. he knows that whenever you ask him this question, you usually already have an idea or two in mind. but he plays along anyway.

“nothing,” he grumbles. he tries to meet your gaze, but just sharing eye contact for a few mere seconds turns him into a blustering mess.

you hum happily, tuning out his grumpiness. “i heard there’s a summer festival! it’s close to our stay. wanna go?”

sakura simply rests his cheek on his propped fist with an expression that reads “do i really have a choice?”.

elated, you clap your hands and peer out the window again.

an hour later, the two of you arrive in a small town known for its onsens, even during the summer. it’s already seven o’clock, and having already eaten bento boxes on the train, the two of you head straight to the inn. sakura thanks his lucky stars that there’s a divider in the room because there’s no way he can sleep right next to you. you, however, are clearly disheartened at the sight, but sakura makes up some half-assed lie (“i’m a sleep walker, so it’s better that i don’t accidentally step on you!”) to appease you. anyway, after stowing away your belongings, you head out to grab some water.

in reality, though, you leave to prepare a small surprise for sakura. you know your boyfriend can’t say no to you, and he’s too busy snoozing on the tatami to know how long you’ll be gone. having done your research ahead of time, you found out about the summer festival yourself, and there is a yukata rental store nearby as well. not only will this be sakura’s first summer festival with you, but he also hasn’t seen you dressed up. you want to dazzle your boyfriend so hard that he nearly faints on the spot. you giggle at your mischievous antics and quickly make your way to the store.

sakura wakes with a jolt. how long has he been out for? he aimlessly searches for his phone, slapping his hand against the floor around his head until he feels the cool metal in his hands.

his eyes widen at the time. he was asleep for a whole half hour. he looks around – and where are you? it shouldn’t take you this long to get some water.

as if on cue, his phone beeps with a notification from you. you sent him a short text message: “wake up!! i’m already waiting outside the inn!!” sakura scrambles to put on a light jacket and his shoes, mussing with his hair as he speeds over to you.

when he’s outside, you’re nowhere in sight. there’s a family of four including a mother strapping a baby into a stroller, an elderly couple walking by, and a girl wearing a summer yukata – wait, is that you?”

you look over your shoulder, and sakura thinks time has stopped. the world has ceased rotating on its axis. there is no one and nothing else in the world except for the two of you. he zeroes in on your outfit, admiring how the colors and patterns contrast yet fit together seamlessly, complementing your skin tone. your hair is also done into a neat bun with decorative floral pins and embellishments. and your face. he’s not well-versed in makeup, but he at least knows what lipstick is, and the soft pink painting your lips is tantalizing. his first instinct is to kiss you.

but the instantaneous, almost primal thought catches him off-guard, and everything resumes. you’e watching him curiously, waiting for him to come to your side. sakura blushes and scowls, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, before stalking over to you.

you roll your eyes (internally very delighted by his initial reaction) and ask, “why are you in such a bad mood? woke up wrong?”

your boyfriend sputters, trying to find his words, before responding, “why the hell are you wearing those shoes? can’t walk anywhere with those on.” 

“hey, the sandals go with the outfit!” sakura’s scowl only deepens, his eyebrows and forehead scrunched up even tighter. you flick him lightly before taking one of his hands into yours, leading him to the summer festival.

the festival is the busiest at this time. the fireworks display is occurring in an hour and a half, and families, couples, and friend groups alike are hustling and bustling about. you and sakura go to as many of the game booths as you can. for once, sakura’s grateful that you’re such a busybody because the games are a great way to get his mind off of you and how pretty you are. at one stall, he shoots down four objects in a row to win you a black cat plushie that you say reminds you of him. at another, you both struggle to fish water balloons, and after failing all five of his attempts, sakura throws his metal hook on the ground and calls it quits after being called a loser by one of the children playing next to him. finally, as the two of you near the end of the stalls, you make one last stop. it’s a narrow booth selling candy apples, and the lights strung onto the makeshift roof make the red glaze and plastic wrapping glitter like crystals. even sakura pauses to stare, and you decide to purchase one. you don’t think sakura’s had one before.

he objects at first, slightly leaning back as you hold it out to him. “huh? you didn’t have to, i can’t finish it all.”

you huff and only shove the candy apple closer to him. “i already bought it, and we can just share it.”

just when he has finally distracted his mind from solely thinking about kissing you, you pull this stunt on him. he chokes, barely muttering a “whatever,” and grabs one of your arms to pull you away from the booth.

despite the packed crowd, the two of you manage to squeeze into a small, unoccupied patch of grass on the field for the fireworks. the fireworks are starting in five minutes, and in the meantime, he unwraps the candy apple, ready to nibble away at it.

sakura seems to like it, you observe, as you gaze at him adoringly. you’re glad that he seems relaxed and is having fun, even if he still gets shy around you. it’s ok, though, because you’ll help him with that.

one more minute. your boyfriend asks if you’d like to have some, stuttering and tripping over his words. you chuckle, urging him to continue eating.

thirty more seconds. you wipe away some of the stickiness smudging his chin.

ten more seconds. sakura is fully occupied with the candy apple, completely oblivious with the way the crowd is stirring with anticipation.

five.

four.

three.

two.

sakura opens his mouth wide.

and one. he bites down, and you lean over, placing a chaste peck on his cheek. the first firework booms in the background, and as you sit back up, he blinks owlishly at you.

sakura could care less about the fireworks, the countless people surrounding you all, even the sugary treat in his hands. did you just… kiss him? because he wants to do it for real. he wants to make the first move, lick away at the gloss on your lips, confirm his suspicions that you are as sweet – possibly sweeter – than any dessert he’s had. he’s not even bothered by how ridiculous his wants are.

he’s going to do it. he’s going to go for it. oh, wait, he has to ask if you’re ok with him kissing you. right, right.

but as sakura’s about to speak, he forgets that a chunk of candy apple is still in his mouth. he bites down on his tongue, squawking before cringing and curling in on himself from the pain.

you watch as all of this unfolds right beside you. you can’t help but laugh loudly at your boyfriend’s clumsiness. through gritted teeth, he tells you to shut it, but you continue to giggle as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s ok, sakura, we can take our time,” you say into his blushing ears. he replies with something you can’t hear over the fireworks, probably something snarky and not at all serious, but doesn’t make an effort to shake you off.

you think sakura’s already improved considerably tonight, and you’re looking forward to seeing how he’ll act throughout the rest of your trip.

[coffeen-deaths]

So your au little demons reminds me of my au called dear mother. Where all the beasts are reborn as kids shadow milk is 2 years old, Eternal sugar is 4 years old, Burning spice is 6 years old, Mystic flour is 8 years old and silent salt is 10 years old. The ancients know that white Lily's kids are the old beasts. The beasts hate the ancients [except white lily because she is their mother]. And the beasts made it the job to get rid and Torture the ancients

Shadow milk

After being reborn he found himself a baby in a forest and was soon found by DM! lily and was adopted after. He hates when he sees pure vanilla try to get all lovey-dovey with his mama [DM! Lily] shadow milk will start wailing until DM! Lily pays attention to him and only him. He is a very needy baby and wants to be held all the time by his mama

Eternal sugar

When she got reborn she found that she was born into and abusive family that had her chained up outside and the town would bully and hurt her because she was born with wings and for her those were the worst 3 years of her life but she got sent to foster care and got adopted by DM! Lily. She hates when hollyberry comes over and try to get alone time with lily but that will never happen because in this life she has insomnia and is always next to lily until she falls asleep and holly gets pissy about it

Burning spice

The day he got reborn he was born into a very neglectful family, they would never pay attention to him and treat him like shit, but one day he met lily as she was holding sugar and shadow milk was in a stroller and he got clingy to her and he ended up getting kidnapped [not really she adopted him but his bio parents wanted him back but lily didn't want to]. Whenever he sees golden cheese talking to much, he will walk over and ask DM! Lily for help on something he knows but act like he doesn't because he was neglected

Mystic flour

She was really reborn in the snowy Is mountains of the cacao kingdom. She would almost froze to death if it weren't for DM! Lily finding her in the snow, sooner or later Mystic flour got adopted. When dark cacao talks about his kingdom and warriors too much Mystic flour will run into the kitchen with a new award from school to tell to her mummy but if cacao talk over her she will cry until cacao bribes her with money to stop crying

And now

Silent salt is the only reborn that is biologically Lily's kid so all of the other kids are jealous but the good thing about being the counterpart of your mom is that you don't need to fight for affection but you have to deal with your crazy siblings

Here are the little demons!

White Lily gave them new names to make them feel comfortable.

SM, ES and MF were in the same adoption center and WL legally adopted them.

BS was on the streets when WL found him.

And SS was rescued from an abusive home by WL.

SM is 6 years old.

ES and MF are 7 years old.

BS and SS are 10 years old.

Soon I will upload a small graphic about them, the ancients and White Lily.

[oneforthemunny]

boxer eddie!, amusement park, fluff

"No way people enjoy this." Eddie grumbled, glasses dark on his eyes, but you could practically see his cutting look.

You snorted beside him, looking at a screeching kid darting towards Goofy, a parent scurrying closely after them.

"Hey, you were the one who said you were going to Disney Land." You smirked. "I would've said Bermuda."

Eddie huffed. "It was in my contract." He muttered. "Didn't think I'd actually have to go. Thought I could give it to Dustin so he could take his kids."

"Forgot about the photo op." You grinned teasingly. "It's not so bad. We can go on the tea cups."

"I'll throw up."

"Or It's a Small World?"

Eddie looked down at you carefully. "Are you- You're enjoying this?"

You shrugged. "Not the worst." You looked around. "Could be a lot worse. Could be back in Detroit in the winter, snow up to our chins. At least it's warm." You smiled at a baby passing by in a stroller, babbling at you with a pair of Mickey ears on.

Eddie's heart skipped, though he kept his cool. His hand reached for yours, still with bruises and scabbed knuckles. He cradled your hand in his sweetly.

"You tell me where you want to go then." Eddie muttered. "I'm not doing Splash Mountain though. Get my hair all wet and shit, but-" He hesitated, looking down at you. "We can do the Small World ride."

You grinned, toothy and wide. "I think you should put on your ears." You snicker, reaching for your back pack.

"Yeah. Don't. 'M not wearing those." Eddie snarled lightly.

[macho-village]

Bigfoot

He lives in the mountain area surrounding the Macho Village, often abducting hikers or forest strollers, carrying them on his furry back to his man cave. In reality, all the dudes in the Macho Village pray they would be abducted by this well hung masculine brute to have his way with them in his ripe smelling fuck cave, for days on end. Sometimes at night, intense pleasure filled moaning and screams can be heard from the forest and everybody knows Bigfoot found himself a new macho manly fuck toy to breed and be worshiped by

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Wait, y’all went out in the forest in daycare? We went out in the little play area outside the daycare building at most.

Nordic kids are raised with forests around. Walking there could be a bit annoying (although in my case, the forest was very nearby), but once we were there we could play with sticks, build little forts, look for squirrels, and then we sat in a circle and drank juice and ate apple and pear slices (we often just had snacks in the forest and then ate lunch at the daycare, unless it was a full day forest day, in which either everyone packed a little lunch themselves from home, or the daycare had brought prepared sandwhiches for everyone)

Also, I have relatives who lived in Norway for a year, and their youngest went to a daycare where they almost daily took the kids out up on a mountain, and played in the forest there. That’s a lot of steps for a small body, they sure got exercise lmao.

I also wanna say, they do this in all weathers. There’s no bad weather, just bad clothes. We were outside a lot in general, some daycares even have naptimes in strollers outside in all temperatures (my daycare had naptime inside though)