#papa is a sweetheart

[daftmooncretin]

me: so apparently all vulcans get mind melded as children and have this weird marriage or death ceremony when their mating season hits and we see this in amok time when spock reveals he has a “wife”?? that he’s like legally bonded to??? and he has to go to vulcan or he’s gonna die of horniness or some shit????

my poor father: ..right

me: but then how did amanda and sarek happen??? surely sarek was vulcan engaged too??? did he ditch it to elope with his girlfriend? if he did why does fanfiction always make out that sarek is really ashamed of spock for ditching his vulcan engagement when he did the same thing! why are vulcans even getting engaged at like eight? thats weird right dad? i just know the divorce rate on vulcan is through the roof.

my poor father: yeah that sounds rough for spock. so did you want milk in your tea or….?

[tinylilacbun]

JJ looking at you like this whenever you ask random stupid questions during the day😭

You would rush to him and tug on his shirt to fully get his attention as you ask him 'would you still love me if I didn't exist?' He didn't react because he is getting used to it already and simply gives you this look before answering you 'yes, yes I would—now be good and hand me the screwdriver,' or else he knows you would be pouty for the rest of the day

I can't- 😭

He doesn't even know how many times he already had to answer the 'would you still love me if I were a worm?' question because it happens like 3 times a week.

But he answers them all anyway, knowing you just need the constant reassurance that he truly loves you and cares about you, always has and always will, making sure you know that in every way possible.

He can't even bring himself to be annoyed or anything like that because of the way you ask so sweet and innocently it just tugs at his heart every. damn. time.

"Would you-" You start and JJ let's his chin drop against his chest with a sigh, both of his hands working on his bike while you stand beside him, swaying back and forth on your feet.

"Yes, I would still love you if you were an icky and slimy worm, princess. Be good and give papa the screwdriver." He interrupts you, holding his hand out expectantly without looking and furrows his brows a second later when he feels something cold and slimy move on his hand.

Now looking at his hand he sees that you have placed a damn worm on his palm. He glances up at you. "Baby, that's not a screwdriver is it?"

"It's me." You smile at him.

"A'ight..." He sighs, carefully putting the worm in the little pocket he has on his shirt. "Can I have the tool now?"

You nod, finally handing him the screwdriver. "Can we go on a ride later, pwease?"

"'Course, but I don't think I got a helmet for the worm version of you tho." He smirks.

[ihavenolife346]

Sweet baby…I just want a hug from him/wanna hug him

Photos on mypyrographedguitars on instagram

[colourstreakgryffin]

🥲🫀Heyy Bestie can I request a Toji + Daddy's Girl like we're his 6yr old daughter and were just so clingy with him and love him so dearly and we follow him around a LOT and calls us his little crybaby every damn time we cry him to not go to work, or if he leaves the bed to go do something. I got daddy issues I just wanna be HELD

Of course, loves! I’d be honoured to write this for you and I hope you like my work! Toji would have been a good papa if he was given a normal life!

Here you go, @ryomens-vixen!

Fushiguro Toji- Little Crybaby

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toji jolted a bit in shock as his defensive instincts kicked in and he spun around to locate the source of the voice but his slight alert faded away. He figured he knew exactly who it was but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to let his guard down just incase

Dropping to his knees instantly, he unfolded his arms so you could run to him properly

“Dadddddyy! Don’t leave me!” You sobbed weakly with tight balling fists, clinging onto his skin-tight midnight training shirt to pull him closer to you in his warm big bear hug. You didn’t want your father go out to work at all, you wanted him to stay in the house and play with him

Toji smiled gently as he pats down your hair in soft strokes before he used the sweetest tone he could manage. “Oh, my little crybaby”

You pouted puffily at your father’s nickname, tugging on his top needy and desperate to be with your beloved father at all means. “Stay with me, Daddy! Please, Daddy!” You begged for Toji to obey your cute, high-pitched voiced commands but he simply shook his head in refusal

“Daddy can’t stay, precious. Daddy must make money for you, your Mommy, Miki and Gumi” Toji explained gently whilst he used the adorable nicknames you made for your older siblings, picking you up from your waist and rising to his feet

You have been like this, the second you could open your very own eyes. Ever since you were born, you were Toji’s precious daddy’s little girl and before you could even walk, you followed him around as being a total of 5 feet from him for too long would end up killing you. You love him so much that you can’t stand Toji going away from your bedroom after tucking you into bed for too long

“Daddy! Please! No!” You cry heavily, cuddling against Toji in hopes your clingy loveliness would make him reconsider the choice he had no choice on. He truly did want to stay with all three of his children and play with his younger daughter but he just can’t

His heart broke at your own heartbreak as he gently placed you into your mother’s arms during the moment he pressed a loving kiss onto her lips. Your sore, puffy teary eyes washed him over with a stream of overwhelming guilt, it hurt…

“I promise, my little crybaby. I will bring back a gift for you and come home as soon as I can”

[sosoribro]

when your comfort character is also your totally actual real boyfriend who is totally real one billion percent

boop

why am i like this like how did this even happen

[vpyre]

God help me, I’m so in love with him. And he’s one of the only cases in which that is not an exaggeration. Copia has entirely consumed my brain this is sooooooo bad 🫠

[in-hav3n]

My love for him has no limit

[kyros-tha-soldier]

Toy soldier: Everybody in dressrosa used to live happily, but it all turned upside down on that da-

Franky (for the 43rd time):

[deakyjoe]

This is so fucking funny

[ilovepapahet]

chapter five of Sweetheart might be out at some point this week, I’m sorry for the long wait.

[liltingoddesss]

It's been a long time since I send you something and I know how much you love current James so...here he is only for you honey <333

aww honeyy!!

i do love him sooo much-

he's literally my dream man

[zombie-rott]

"Blood In The Boardroom."

Inspired by the prompt: “I just started my period...."

Content: Approx 1178K words.

Relationship: Established Papa IV (Copia) X Reader (She/her)

Trigger warning: Blood. Talk of menstruation and the trials that go with it.

Synopsis:

Today was not the day for you to take your period. You had too much to do and no time to be in this much pain.

Notes:

Inspired by the above prompt and the fact that today, while out for a run, I had the worst period pain of my life.

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The first indication that something was array was a quick, stabbing sensation in the lower left of your abdomen.

You flinched, but only slightly, before brushing it off as nothing. 

Then there was another. And another. Until you couldn't remember a time when you weren’t in pain. The date flashed in your mind and you remembered that you still hadn't menstruated in well over thirty-five days. 

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. There wasn't time for this and certainly not now. You had a meeting to attend with several other clergy members and had planned to go for a run later that evening. But as you felt a familiar trickle, you decided it was best if you at least take the time for a hygiene break. You made your way to the nearest restroom to make use of the free sanitary supplies. You’ve never been prepared because your cycle never enabled you to be, so you felt eternally grateful to whom ever’s idea it was to put a hygiene basket in almost all the restrooms in the abbey. 

Just as you chose your weapon and began to slip into one of the stalls, you felt another stabbing pain. Still, you were trying to put it to the back of your mind. All you wanted to do was to take care of this situation and get to your meeting. Followed swiftly by everything else you had planned but at double speed. You even considered forgetting your run to crawl back into your warm bed.

You soon realised, as you stared at the blood in your underwear, that this might be worse than you first thought. It was heavy. Extremely heavy. And the pain made it all the worse. You suddenly felt woozy, not at the sight of the blood, you were well prepared for that, but rather the amount. 

“Shit.” You cursed out loud as another wave of pain washed over you, “Fuck. I don’t have time for this today.” 

You took a few moments to steady yourself, dabbing as much of the blood from your underwear as possible and inserting the tampon. The pain wasn’t constant at the moment. It came in waves with no particular pattern. Bearable. But things would escalate, and you knew they would. The real question was how long had you got before you were doubled over, nauseous and in desperate need of a co-codamol? It could be anywhere between thirty minutes to three hours. 

“I can do this.” You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You washed your hands and proceeded with your morning, all the while continuing to try and ignore the inevitable. 

The first twenty minutes of the meeting were fine. You felt the stabbing intensify periodically but it quickly leveled out. This was manageable. You’d worked through worse. You distracted yourself by concentrating on the others in the room. 

Sister Imperator talked numbers, mostly, followed by Primo and Papa Copia arguing about tour dates. Then there was a brief discussion about the sort of refreshments that should be expected in a meeting of this calibre. Obviously started by Terzo, the resident coffee connoisseur. 

But then you lost interest because your lower back started to twinge too. Suddenly, the pain bloomed across your whole abdomen. You inhaled sharply and gripped your hands across your stomach. 

“Sorella, are you okay?” 

You looked up to meet Papa Copia’s concerned gaze and nodded. 

“Si, Papa. Just a little hungry. I didn’t quite manage breakfast.” You joked. 

He nodded in response, brows furrowed. You knew he didn’t believe you, but you’d rather not announce to the whole room that you had suddenly taken your period. You had expressed to him often enough in the privacy of your shared quarters that you'd been experiencing premenstrual symptoms. And you were both slightly concerned that you were so late seeing as children, while not out of the question, were simply not currently feasible.

The meeting was continued for another fifteen minutes, during which time you had tried your best simply not to appear too much in pain. You held your hands tightly to your stomach, pressing against it mimicking pressure and heat. Papa Copia continued to look over at you periodically, clearly aware that you were in some sort of pain. He always could read you like a book. 

“Okay, amici. I think that’s all we really have, si?” He said abruptly, standing up and addressing  the room, “Let’s cut this sort and go enjoy the day, eh? 

“But C-” Sister Imperator began. 

“Whatever it is, it can wait, si? It’s such a beautiful day outside, we should be out enjoying ourselves.” He gestured to the window before lifting his mug from the table. That was always a sure sign that he was ready to leave. That damn mug went everywhere. 

Sister Imperator huffed. The other men made no argument, always happy to get a meeting over with. They wasted no time in launching themselves for the door, closely followed by a mumbling Imperator. You remained sitting, concentrating on keeping your expression as close to neutral as possible. 

“Amore, you’re in pain.” 

It was a statement, not a question as he made his way around to your side of the desk. He knelt down and linked his arms around your front, bringing his head to rest on your shoulder. You lean back against him and let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. The pain was terrible. Not the worst you’d ever had but certainly up there. 

“I had so much to do today.” You said, defeated. 

“It’s that time, eh?” 

You nodded. 

“Let’s get you back to bed, okie dokie?” He said as he helped you up and out of your chair. You winched as the stabbing intensified. The cramps in your stomach had made their way around to your lower back, creating a ring of pain. 

Copia spends the journey back to your quarters talking. You just listened, taking in his voice and concentrating on the way he rolled his R’s in certain words. He gripped your hand tightly in his, gently stroking his thumb over your knuckles. 

It felt like an age before he pushed open the heavy oak doors for you. And even longer still that you were wrapped in your duvet, a fresh set of underwear and lounge clothes on. You inhaled the smell of your bed and curled inwards on yourself.

But then you felt someone sit down beside you and heard the television switch on above the fireplace. 

“Copia?” You asked, already aware of the answer. 

“Yes, amore?” He replied. 

“You can’t stay. You have too much to do.” 

“I am the Papa. If I want to take a sick day with amore mio, then I will.” He lay down and wrapped his arms tightly around your back.

His hands searched for where you clung to the hot water bottle at your abdomen. You snuggled back against him, taking in his scent and easing into his arms. 

“Would you like to watch old re-runs of bad reality TV, or a movie?” 

Lucifer Morningstar, you loved this man. 

[tinylilacbun]

Imagine going to him with your coloring book in hand, asking him if he wants to color with you so you can both spend some time together :( and he totally accepts because he knows how much you love quality time!! So you end up lying on the carpet, both of you coloring on each coloring sheet, surrounded by a mess of colored pencils💕

JJ doesn't even hesitate to color with you! The moment you come running to him with a big grin, your arms full of coloring sheets and a few different pencil packages.

"Damn, y'prepared this time huh?" He smirks at you, getting up from the sofa and you giggle excitedly.

That's how you're finding yourself laying on the ground on your stomach with JJ across from you, scribbled sheets already laying around you both just like your pencils.

JJ occasionally lifts his head just to watch how your tongue pokes out in concentration as you carefully try to draw in the lines.

With how chaotic your guys life is as pogues he cherishes those quiet moments, just the two of you in comfortable and rare silence, you both being able to wind down a little.

[andjusticeforjames]

🍦🍧🍨 ICE CREAM DELIVERY!! 🍨🍧🍦 give ice cream to your favourite bloggers and help them stay cool this summer. 😎🍦

I’m lactose intolerant but I’ll eat it for you😻

Here’s some for you, you amazing beautiful human🍦🍧🍨

Here’s a Kirk for you to take when you leave:

@ride-the-hammett your so sweet😭💕

THIS SONG IS SO GOODDD YALL NEED TO LISTEN TO IT RN

[pinkmirth]

(y’all might just whoop my ass when you hear this) but im not exactly into reiner as much as i used to be . . .

[bubbledtee]

saw skynyrd live on saturday and now i can’t stop thinking abt going to see skynyrd with james in ‘91/‘92.