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[evilkaeya]

Thinking about that one unfinished skk highschool au wip of mine where I was writing about skk falling in love throughout the seasons (spring summer monsoon autumn and winter) from first to fourth year. They promise to graduate together on the day of their orientation. But Dazai's chronic illness gets worse and worse and he dies at the end. Chuuya graduates alone.

[murraypilled]

MORE . ft @selkierr ‘s Orin!!!!!!!! teeheehehe

[zippityzap]

I was in a game store earlier today and i heard a little girl infodumping about Sonic to the adult she was with. Very adorable, it was like witnessing myself as a kid

[weavingsilver]

☕🍪🥖

[goldendivinewrath]

The desert gets cold at night. It's something he already knew from reading and documentaries, sure, but it's something he's known firsthand for a long, long time.

The desert gets lonely at night, stretching on in every direction, under moons and stars and relative quiet. He's known that a long time, too.

There's no one there to hear his quiet, "I miss you." Sitting in cooling sand, arms wrapped around his knees.

The planet rotates. The moons pass. The star field shifts. As it has, as it does, as it will.

"I miss me, too."

[airitree]

Birth of a Dragon!

🥚Where the creatures come out to rejoice for the first hatch in many years. There the little dragon is met with a circle of strange faces and colors, when it has only seen darkness and red…🥚

[Prints available on my shop!]

[bismuth-209]

i wholeheartedly agree but depending on what you mean this does commonly exist already. it's usually basically a pinafore but denim

Overalls but with a skirt

[introversiontherapy]

They put my page button back

[katz-chow]

ghost distribution system in which he sees that your tires are clearly too worn out but can’t muster up the courage to tell you. instead he gets some guy to write you a note with a simple “check your tire pressure” and then have it tucked into your windshield wipers.

when he gets there, he realized that your wipers are crusty and rough, guessing that every time you use them they get stuck and squeak as they struggle across the glass. he can’t find anything to write with nor can he find the person who lent him their handwriting, so he puts the note there anyway.

after work, he sees you walk to your car cautiously, first checking the perimeter, then under your car, and then your hand immediately going to get your pepper spray. fuck. “stupid stupid!” he thinks as it’s clearly suspicious and kind of concerning. but he sees you take the note, glance at it, and then look around. then you quickly drive off. good move.

the next day, at lunch, you approach him and he stares at you as you ask him for a favor, “hey can you check my tires…? i think i need to change them but i don’t want to get overcharged at the shop…because i don’t know anything about cars.”

he agrees and silently rejoices, he can practically see the confetti that sets off in his brain. “drop by my house. i’ll text you the address.”

you thank him happily and he grunts in reply, happy that the mask hides how hot he’s getting in the face. he watches you leave and he drums his fingers on the table top, thinking about what dinner to make since you’re coming over. oh and did he mention it’s a date?

his brain btw

master list | letter box | main directory

drop by the letter box!

part 2

[determunition]

finalized and ordered the design for the lonely wizard sticker i mentioned a couple weeks back! ^^ and goobert fans may rejoice, for i figured out a design that incorporates the both of them :3 i can't wait for these to come in so i can share them with you all in the shop!

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve and Robin have spent most of their shifts at Family Video, whispering and giving each other suggestive glances whenever a pretty girl walks through the door. Steve used to hate it whenever Tommy H. made him do stuff like this, but it's different with Robin. Less about objectifying and more about admiring a woman's beauty — at least, that's what Robin tells him when he brings it up one day. 

With his conscious clean, he leans into it, and the two have so much fun silently staring at pretty girls. They learn that they have pretty much the same taste in women — minus Tammy Thompson — which isn't surprising considering they share just about everything in common. 

And while it's fun sharing glances and watching each other blush red when the cute girl gives one of them more attention, Steve also wishes he had someone who would do that with him when he spots a cute guy in the mix. Steve tried to bring it up to Robin once, but she wasn't having it. 

"Stevie," she leveled. "All I see is a faceless blurb that smells too much like pine. You're the only guy for me." 

So, he let it go. 

- 

Eddie and Gareth have a similar game they play whenever they drive out to Indy. Gareth is usually the one to point out a petite blonde walking in their favorite record shop. If she heads to the metal section, Eddie can make a move. If it's anything else, Gareth gets to try. 

Nine times out of 10, it's Gareth who flirts his way to a phone number. 

Not that Eddie minds. 

He has just as much fun watching his friend hopelessly flirt while casually checking out the guys who wander in the record store. 

Gareth always gives him a friendly nudge whenever he notices Eddie staring too long at the back of some guy's short haircut, but it's not the same as the gentle ribbing they give each other when a cute girl walks in. 

Gareth isn't into guys like he is, and that's fine.

But sometimes Eddie wishes he had someone to compare his taste in men with. 

- 

When Steve and Eddie realize they're both bisexual, they rejoice. Finally, they have someone to play their silly games with.

 Except, it doesn't go at all like they'd except. 

See, Steve and Eddie are both so used to having friends share their tastes in women that they don't even consider the fact that they might have different taste in men. 

But they do.

They're hanging out in the lobby of the Hawkins Theater, waiting for the kids to finish getting their snacks, when Steve sees him. A guy with disheveled auburn hair and a black denim jacket cuffed at the sleeves with random patches on it. He's got a blue bandana tied around his forearm and bulky black boots. 

"He's cute right?" Steve asks, nodding his head toward the guy in question. 

Eddie scoffs. Scrunches up his nose like he's just smelt the worst smell imaginable and turns towards Steve. "You're kidding me, right Stevie? That dude is a grade-a-punk! A wannabe one at that! I bet he smells like cheap cigarettes and hasn't washed his hair in days." 

"You smell like cheap cigarettes and don't wash your hair every day," Steve says, rolling his eyes at Eddie's outburst. 

"Yeah, but I'm also broke. That guys doing it for the stupid aesthetic." 

Steve scoffs and lets his eyes follow the guy until he disappears inside one of the theaters. 

"Alright then, what's your type, Munson?" 

Eddie hums and takes a moment to scan the crowded theater and the stops. When he turns toward Steve, he's sporting a giant grin. 

"Guy. Six o'clock. By the butter dispenser." 

Steve slowly turns around and nearly buckles at the knee when he spots the guy in question. 

Short hair, combed back so every strand of hair is in place. He's got on a letterman jacket from one of the neighboring schools, crisp white shoes, and his left hand is tucked into the jean pocket of who he assumes to be his girlfriend. 

"Him?" Steve chokes. "But he's so…" 

"Pretty?" 

"Jock-ish!" Steve supplies instead. "I thought you hated jocks!"

"I hate what they represent," Eddie says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He tears his eyes away from the guy and stares right at Steve. "But I can't help it if they have a cute face that's begging to be corrupted." 

It isn't until days later when Steve and Eddie are both complaining to their best friends, do they realize that having different tastes might not be such a bad thing. 

Especially when their taste in men is each other.

[heya-dollface]

Where can I find patterns for making Fashion Doll Clothes?

A friend and I were chatting tonight about doll clothes, and it occurred to me that if you've never dabbled in making doll clothes before, you may not know where to find patterns for them. So I'm sharing a list with you guys of every resource I know of.

Paid-For Patterns:

Requiem Arts: https://raddollclothes.com/

This is one of the big go-to's of the community. Requiem Arts has patterns for so many different fashion dolls, from Monster High (G1 and G3) to Rainbow High, to a number of BJDs, to Barbies, and even several for the boy dolls. I've gone to them for many a Descendants pattern since not a lot of places offer them. Her blog also features a number of great posts on size differences between dolls, fixing articulation, and more.

Dollightful: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DollightfulPatterns

If you need Monster High and Ever After High patterns with easy to follow instructions, this is the place to go! Dollightful only has a handful of patterns up, but her instructions are super easy to follow. They're just as enjoyable as her YouTube videos.

Moonlight Jewel: https://moonlightjeweldolls.myshopify.com/collections/ebooks

This artist has an interesting mix of patterns for fashion dolls, once again it's a lot of Monster High, but also a little bit of Rainbow High. I have her two pattern books, and they've got some wonderful picture instructions that put into perspective how to follow along. I hadn't realized until making this post that she's released a couple of individual patterns from her YouTube videos, that's really cool!

Enchanterium: https://www.enchanterium.com/shop

The Enchanterium sisters are a delight, and their patterns for MH, EAH, and Smart Dolls encompass a wide variety of genres. They even have some 3D printing files for shoes and accessories.

Cosmomoore: https://ko-fi.com/cosmomoore/shop/sewingpatterns

Cosmomoore is great if you need patterns for Rainbow High, Barbie, or G3 Monster High. All of the G3 patterns are under the Creepy Class tag. I've tried their skirt pattern for G3 Draculaura, it was a breeze to put together when you know a few basic stitches.

Free Patterns:

Enchanterium: https://www.enchanterium.com/shop/freebies

Enchanterium offers a number of freebies at this link! Most of them are patterns from their older YouTube videos, so there's those as a resource to follow along with.

Cosmomoore: https://ko-fi.com/cosmomoore/shop/sewingpatterns

Once again, this artist has a number of freebies, but they don't have a specific tag.

Poulpe en Ciel's Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1lkI6inme4K6wxw0IqTSGGju2bIQMln_A

This artist is known for having some truly extravagant patterns for Monster High and Cave Club dolls. And she offers them in both English and French! Highly recommend checking out Poulpe on Instagram, her dolls are absolutely to die for, and she puts so much heart into making her stuff accessible for the wider community.

Chellywood: https://chellywood.com/

Chellywood's website is a diamond in the rough. If you're looking for a doll pattern for a doll most people don't make patterns for, Chelly probably has it. Her website is organized by size and goes into individualized pages for each doll line. It's fantastic. And on top of that, she has YouTube videos!

MyFroggyStuff: https://photos.google.com/share/AF1QipOJWM4ft-CgHQI3fhqNJzWLG30C45Xl3xs-tgatId430gKVW-J8w5cB9ViW2jRPFw?pli=1&key=Y2Y2UDJ6S01Gb2EwUHRZUVJDdm9FanpMdDZzY1RR

Barbie lovers rejoice, this is your kingdom! While there's no tagging system here, Toya has patterns for everything, from mermaid tails to cute easy dresses, this is a great place to go. Her YouTube channel is also an endless resource of creativity.

If you have any resources for patterns, or for places to buy doll clothing, feel free to reblog! I'd love to include more people from our lovely doll community so people know about them!

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello, Duchess

Summary: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined. Takes place directly after the events in New in Town.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Bickering, Implied Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to my creative consultant, @curls-and-eyeliner. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Can’t believe this town actually has a real live bookstore.” Ari muses as he pulls up in front of the tiny, quaint-looking bookstore. “Fuckin’ wild.” Throwing his truck in park he takes a moment to survey the area, making note of the empty lot.

‘Must not do much business.’ He thinks before climbing out of his vehicle and confidently striding toward the door. Hopefully, the lack of an audience would make things flow a hell of a lot faster. Hell, if you were anything like some of the other women in this town, he’d probably just have to smile and flash his baby blues to convince you to spill your guts.

In fact, he was practically banking on it. Because this wasn’t Ari’s first rodeo – not by a long shot. He’d spent a lot of his life in and out of small towns like Bell’s Creek, which was part of the reason he couldn’t wait to bag his latest bounty and put this place, and its people, in his rearview mirror. Ari reaches for the handle on the door, only to frown when he gets a look at the sign hanging in the window that reads: “sorry, we’re closed”. 

Well, that couldn’t be right. 

He could’ve sworn that when he’d pressed Mrs. Turner, the First Lady of Calvary Baptist Church, about your whereabouts she’d said he’d be able to find you at your shop. Something about your preferring to work instead of resting and rejoicing on the Lord’s day. 

While the bounty hunter supposed he could always try back tomorrow, he was keen to check you off his list. Refusing to admit defeat, he decides to try his luck anyway, only to be surprised when the door opens with a tinkling chime of a bail. 

Confused but also now on high alert, Ari takes a tentative step inside as he looks for any sign of life. “Hello?” He calls out, finally allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Instinct has him reaching for his back pocket, checking to make sure he had brought along his firearm.

Just in case.

“Is anybody here?” He tries again, moving further into the shop. The place is clean and well lit, and boasts rack after rack of books. But what’s most impressive is that there doesn’t appear to be a speck of dust anywhere. “Look, I just came by to–”

“We’re closed!” A disembodied voice sounds from the back of the store. 

“Yeah, I saw the sign, ma’am…” He clears his throat. “But I think you forgot to lock the door, so I –”

“That means get out!”

“So much for southern hospitality.” Ari grumbles under his breath as he continues on his mission to track down the owner of the voice. “Ma’am, I just wanna talk. And maybe–ahh shit!” He curses when his hip accidentally connects with a half-full rolling cart, sending several of the heavier books crashing to the ground. “Sorry!” 

“Did you just break something?!” The voice suddenly screeches. “Don’t make me get my taser.”

“There’s no need for that.” Instead of picking them up, the bounty hunter hastily nudges them aside with his foot. “My name is Ari Levinson, and I’m just here to ask you a couple of questions.”

While this isn’t how the man had expected any of this to go, he’s relieved when he sees a familiar face peek at him from around the corner. A face that happened to be even more beautiful than he initially remembered. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he’d seen you last. 

Damn! It was as if the image of you in that dress taking up space at the other end of the pew was now permanently imprinted into his brain. He'd have to tread lightly here.

Otherwise things could get complicated. Fast.

Your P.O.V

“Pretty sure this is what law enforcement calls trespassing.” You sniff, craning your head around the corner to stare at the man who was taking up entirely too much space in the narrow hallway. Sure said man was easy on the eyes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little concerned about his apparent inability to read. 

“I can assure you that’s not what this is.” The lawman holds up his palms in an effort to placate you. 

And although you try not to stare, it’s impossible to miss just how big they are – how rough they seemed – with just the right amount of callus. You can’t help but wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare flesh. 

“Then what is it?” You ask, struggling to keep your tone short and clipped as you emerge from your hiding place. The last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were actually attracted to him. 

If anything, you considered yourself to be curious. No harm there, right? 

“As I said, my name is Ari Levinson. I’m a bounty hunter from just outside Rosewell, New Mexico who also occasionally moonlights as a private investigator.” He tells you, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I just stopped by to ask you a couple of questions. And while I didn’t necessarily mean to intrude, I figured you might appreciate me taking a more delicate approach on account of your relationship with my person of interest.”

Fucking Martin Westbrook. He’d been the bane of your existence ever since you’d first crossed paths back in high school. 

“I know you’re looking for Martin.” Annoyed by the very nature of the conversation, you pick up a box, hefting it onto your hip so that you can carry it out to the sales floor. “But I’m not quite sure how much help I can be.”

You brush past him, inwardly smiling when he scrambles to get out of your way. It was a subtle reminder that this was your shop. And you absolutely refused to be intimidated by him or anyone else. 

“I’m sure whatever you have to say will be plenty helpful.” He’s quick to reassure you as he turns to follow the path you set. “Provided you’re honest, that is.”

“Did you really just waltz into my shop and call me a liar, Mr. Levinson?” 

“I meant no offense.” Ari coughs, scrubbing a weary hand over his bearded jaw. If you were the overly presumptuous type, you might think you’d just managed to fluster the poor man.

Now feeling extra prickly, you drop the box onto the far counter of your cashwrap before turning to face your unwelcome guest. “As you can see, I have a busy day’s work ahead of me. And I was really keen on doing it by myself.” You gesture at the array of other boxes and racks placed around the store. “So if we could get a move on, I would greatly appreciate it.”  

“Gladly.” He gives a brief look around. “Is there some place maybe where you and I can sit and chat?”

“I’d say here is about as good a place as any.” You tell him as you step behind the counter. Bending down, you snag a bottle of cleaner, along with a couple of rags. If this man insisted on being here, then he would just have to deal with you taking care of your business. “I’m pretty confident in my ability to multitask.”  

Nodding along, Ari pulls out a small notepad and pen from his back pocket. “When was the last time you saw Mr. Westbrook?”

You let out a sigh as you begin to spray down your countertops with your all-purpose cleaner. While you supposed you could’ve gone with something a little more industrial, you were partial to the way this particular brand’s products always smelled. 

“I don’t know.” You shrug as you bask in the scent of rose and cedar. “Maybe three, four weeks ago.” 

“Do you happen to recall the day and time?”

“No. Not really. If I had to ballpark it, I’d guess sometime around the 5th of last month.” You move to the next flat surface, spraying it down just like the last.

“You sure about that?” You try not to let it irk you when you see him take a seat on a nearby step stool out of the corner of your eye. 

“As much as I can be.” 

“And did Mr. Westbrook happen to give you any indication of where he might be headed?”

“Nope.”

He’d been nervous though. That much you did recall. By the time he’d come to you that night, your old friend had been well beyond spooked. 

“Did he give you his reason for leaving?”

“We didn’t…” You trail off, taking a moment to scrub at a particularly stubborn sticky spot that’s marring the wood. “There wasn’t really much time for talking.” You’re so concerned with scrubbing that you miss the way the county hunter’s eyes narrow as he studies you. “He just stopped over to say goodbye.”

And to borrow all the cash you happened to have on hand – to the tune of $500. Enough for a bus ticket and a couple nights in a dirt cheap motel.

“Right.” Ari scoffs, admittedly with a bit more heat than he intends. “Not a lot of time for talking.” He pauses briefly to drag a hand through his shaggy brown locks. “Not sure why I didn’t wanna believe them.” 

“Am I sensing a problem, Mr. Levinson?” You hum, tossing your rag to the side in favor of focusing on the rugs. 

“I guess I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he kept you in the dark about his plans.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “In my experience, most men like Martin tend to have loose lips around the women they’re fuckin’.”

In that moment, it’s almost as if you can feel the air go out of the room. Just who the fuck did this knuckle-dragging, mouth-breather think he was?

“Excuse me?” Those two little words are spoken through clenched teeth. You’re so taken aback by his brazen accusation that you can scarcely breathe, let alone think.    

Ari simply quirks a tawny brow at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he’s just placed himself in. Did he not see how close your hand was to that damned stapler? While it was clear that folks in this town had been running their mouths, they’d apparently neglected to mention that you’d also been the star pitcher for your high school softball team.   

“Apologies if I offended your delicate sensibilities, Duchess. But I’ve never been the type to beat around the bush. Besides…” The smug bastard tucks his pen behind his ear. “You have to know that people in this town like to talk.”

Fire simmers hot in your belly, as you come out from behind the register. It takes less than ten  seconds for you to bridge the distance between yourself and the cocky lawman. While you might’ve been taught never to raise a hand against anyone, this man was sorely testing every last bit of your patience.

“I want to make one thing very, very clear.” You hiss once you’re finally standing toe-to-toe with the handsome interloper who, of course, makes no room to get up himself. “I have never – not even once – slept with Martin Westbrook. He’s a friend, you backwoods jackass. Something you clearly know nothing about.” 

“I get the feeling I struck a nerve.” 

And, judging by the newfound tick in his jaw, so had you. Except you had no way of knowing it was because he’d lost a buddy of his own a little while back. 

“And I think it’s about time you got the hell out of my shop.” His piercing blue eyes fly to yours, letting you know that you’d managed to surprise him with your heated dismissal. 

Good. Because this Ari Levinson fella had officially overstayed his welcome.

“Look, Duchess. I apolo –”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me out of my name, Mr. Levinson. And I’m not sure I appreciate it.” You spit as you take a step backwards with the intention of giving him enough space to stand. “Now, I’ve been nothing but amenable to your rather…invasive questions. But we’re done. So, I’m gonna have to insist that you leave.”

Before you decided he’d make a deserving candidate for death by a thousand paper cuts. 

Your pulse continues to thrum in your ears as you watch him rise to his full height – an impressive 6’4 – so that he now towers over you. Perhaps if you weren’t so angry you’d be a little more tempted to allow your mind to wander a little farther into the realm of fantasy. 

But not now. 

Right now, in this moment, all you wanted was to watch Ari Levinson’s sculpted ass walk right out your front door.  

Nodding, the now quiet bounty hunter begins moving in the direction of the entrance. Neither of you say a word as you make that quick walk. In fact, you don’t speak again until Ari’s hand is on the handle. 

“For what it's worth…” He blows out a weary breath. “This wasn’t how I meant for this to go.” His eyes find yours, as if imploring you to see the truth in them. 

However, instead of responding all you can do is offer up a shrug. Which he, of course, takes as an opportunity to keep going. 

“It’s just…the idea of someone like you getting caught up with a piece of slime like Westbrook…” He pauses long enough to open the door and take a tentative step outside. “I guess it bothered me more than I realized.”

His reluctant admission has your stomach tied up in knots, which prompts you to ask the one question you were almost certain you’d regret later: 

“And just what do you mean by that?” You do your best to seem unruffled as you awkwardly brace yourself against the doorframe.

“All I’m saying is that you’re out of his league.” Feeling even more confused, you watch as Ari’s lips curve in a faint smile. “And if you didn’t know that before, well, now you do.” His head dips politely as he turns to head towards his truck. 

“Guess I’ll see you around, Duchess.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning. “Oh, and don’t forget to lock up. Might help with all those unwanted visitors you’ve been havin.”

Ari doesn't need to turn his head to know that you're currently giving him the finger. He can feel it. And all it does it make him smile harder.

END 

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[noroi1000]

Baby Steps

Summary: It was a surprise that you were going to have a baby. For them, the bigger surprise was what pregnancy actually looks like. But everything changed when they became daddies.

Well, your first surprise was when you saw their faces when they found out you were pregnant. Whose child is this?  Is Satoru or Suguru the father? What will it all look like?  They were surprised, and then they rejoiced. After that, it didn't matter who the father was. And so you live together, the three of you. It doesn't matter whether the child has black or white hair. Or maybe (h/c). It didn't matter since you were sure that you would be the mother of their child and they would be the father.  You will have a complete family. And none of them will be jealous of whose child. At least they shouldn't be jealous of each other. Finally, you are together.  If this is your and Suguru's child, Satoru will love it as much as he loves you and him. And vice versa, if it's Satoru's child. You believe that they will be perfect fathers. 

You believe it because you see their smiles. 

Smiles that turned to terror every time you felt constantly sick and weak. You had mood swings. You were either constantly smiling or crying for no reason. And they were there to comfort you for no reason. You cried over everything. Out of happiness or sadness. You cried even when you were watching children's cartoons, and the hero ran away with a kite. 

Then they learned that all this would not be as easy as they thought from the beginning. 

They thought that you would be happy when you were pregnant and that everything would change when you gave birth. Unfortunately not. It all started when you got pregnant. 

How can men know the feeling of being pregnant? At work, they read articles about pregnant women to know what exactly they should do.  Maybe there are three of you living together. Each of them has a boyfriend and a girlfriend. They, as men, knew their bodies and yours too. But they have never experienced pregnancy firsthand. If only one of them could get pregnant...  They have a lot to learn for you so that you can feel good for the next nine months.

For three months, they studied and cared for you. They were there for you when you wanted a hug. They fulfilled ALL your carnal desires.  And they got the feeling that they liked the fact that your belly was growing, and they found it arousing. And since you were often eager to receive touches, you didn't mind. Especially when you were in the second trimester, they noticed that you were often in a good mood and had a lot of energy. You wanted to go to town and to the shops. You wanted to do everything, even if you couldn't. They had to forbid you and then look at the flames in your eyes. 

Being a pregnant woman was not an easy thing. Even if there were two of them, it would be more difficult for them because they never even thought about having a child. They were more thinking about living a happy life and returning home safely. Now that you're pregnant, returning home has taken on a completely different meaning. 

They wanted to come home to take care of you. To stroke the bulging belly.

At first, they were shocked by how your pregnancy started. It was sweat and tears. For various reasons. Later, when they were prepared to continue it, everything changed one hundred and eighty degrees. You were energetic and often even smiled.

You stroked your belly, but you also wanted their attention. Honestly, when you felt tiny movements inside of you. 

They knew that the pregnancy couldn't be any easier now. After all, Suguru had read several books about pregnancy and already knew what he could expect. You will feel discomfort and pain in the third trimester. From what he read, they couldn't go far with you where there wasn't a toilet.  What was that? Can your child press on the bladder? Something like this. Namely, you will have to run to the toilet. 

And in your case, the baby was very energetic, and you often felt movements or small kicks.

You had suspicions about who the father might be...

But that wasn't certain.  Besides, you don't want to think too deeply about which one is the baby. If something distinctive about one of them comes up, you'll know.  They are with you both. They will both raise your child. So why should you worry about which one is the biological father? 

It turns out they were too worried about you. They have become overprotective of you. That's why one of them always stayed at home with you instead of going to work. 

First they were terrified; then they were surprised and often tired. How on earth can a pregnant woman have so much energy? And now they have become overprotective. 

When your back hurt, they did everything they could to help you relax. And they even stood behind you and held your stomach to watch as a smile and relief appeared on your face.  Maybe they can lift heavy weights without any problems. But carrying a few pounds inside every day? You have to stay upright all the time, which causes back pain... 

It was because of such thoughts that they began to be happy that they were men... But they also watched with admiration at how you endured it all for them. Painful back, legs, and arms. Swollen feet. Bad mood. Extra weight. Sensitive body and sore breasts. It was definitely more difficult to live these nine months with a second life inside.

Was it worth it?

Of course. 

The sight of Satoru lying on the floor on his side, trying to play with your baby with baby toys. And Suguru is sitting in a chair, reading a book. It was a sweet sight. 

They are both dads, and they fit this role perfectly. 

Your child's green clothes always stood out when one of you was doing laundry. And you smiled, seeing that little kitten drawn on the front. It was like a happy outfit.  Important moments often happened in this outfit. Such as sounds that start to sound as if your child is about to say something. Even though these aren't words.

It was Suguru's baby. Jet black straight hair. But still, Satoru was also a daddy—after all, a child who looks like his boyfriend is so cute. 

"Be careful, little one." Satoru laughed as he reached for the baby, who was crawling towards him. He was happy that he could also be a daddy.  Thanks to this, he sees how the baby who has been inside you for 9 months rests its hands on his belly and lightly paws. 

And then it puts its little legs up as if it wanted to get up. 

"Suguru! Suguru! Bring the camera quickly!" he shouted to the dark-haired man, who almost jumped from his shout. 

"What?"

"Bring your camera! Mochi seems to want to stand on feet!"

You came to the room as soon as you heard the screams. 

You saw Suguru running with a camera. 

A new hobby that Satoru got - taking photos and recording everything with your child. 

"What's going on?" You asked quickly and watched Geto lie down on the carpet next to him and turn on the camera.

"Mochi wants to stand on!" 

"Isn't it too early...?" You muttered, looking at your child, who was holding on to Satoru and trying to stand up. 

Your motherly instinct kicked in, and you didn't want your precious baby to grow up so fast...

"Let's give it a try." Suguru gave you a smile. 

You nodded slightly and sat down next to him, grabbing your child's hand as Satoru held the other.  You pulled the baby up slightly until little feet were on the carpet.

And these were your baby's first tiny steps.

Very little baby steps.

So that you can all enjoy and hug your baby together later.

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UMARŁEM. Jako powód mojej śmierci proszę wpisać okładkę Magazynu Rodzinnego, na którym nad głową Skrzetuskiego zapatrzonego oczami cocker spaniela w Helenę widnieje zdjęcie jakiejś kiełby podpisane ,,Przyjęcie komunijne - str. 5″. 

"Ogniem i mieczem" Covers - all, that I could find in my collection:-)

Part 3 (1999)

„Kobieta i życie” 4(2481), 30.01.1999.

„Magazyn Gazety Wyborczej” 5(309), 5-6.02.1999.

„To & Owo” 7, 13-19.02.1999.

„Przekrój” 2801, 21.02.1999.

„Cinema” 2(42), 02.1999.

„Machina” 2(35), 02.1999.

„Zwierciadło” 2, 02.1999.

„Premiery kinowe” 2(23), 02.1999.

„Kino Best” 1, 02.1999.

„DeDe Reporter” 2, 02.1999.

„Kino” 2, 02.1999.

„Kobieta i życie” 9(2486), 6.03.1999.

„Foto Kurier” 3(94), 03.1999.

„Magazyn Rodzinny” 19(68), 7-13.05.1999.

From my old collection of press cuttings/photographs from the Polish Press (1997–1999). It is a fan account. I don’t benefit from it. Copyright belongs to the Photographers.