#she also follows me around the house and LOVES bedtime

[kilopascals]

i fucking LOVE having a cat. ive never had a pet that every night, without fail, stands guard in front of the bathroom door while i shower. she does this every night, even if she’s feeling standoffish that night and waits at the end of the hallway instead. she watches and waits and usually trills at me when i come out

[russo-woso]

First days || Matilda’s x reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Warning Teen pregnancy, throwing up

Summary Your first few days as a mother were harder than you expected but you have the best people around you to help.

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It had been a stressful few days at the hospital.

You were navigating through the idea of having a son whilst trying to keep up with reality.

Krew had been the best thing to ever happen to you but boy could he scream his little lungs off.

He’d start with a small cry, one barely loud enough to hear, but it was always followed by a wail.

Caitlin had stayed by your side most of the time, only going home last night because you forced her to, but she’d gotten Steph to come instead.

She had come bright and early this morning though.

It was also agreed that you and krew would go home today, both of you being perfect.

Kyra and Charli had made their way to the hospital too, wanting to see their new nephew again.

Kyra held krew in her arms, watching him sleep, as Charli help you pick out his going home outfit.

Caitlin and Steph were also helping you pack your bags at the same time, not wanting you to over do anything.

“I think we’re all ready.” You say as you finish buckling Krew in his car seat.

“Come on then, bug.” Caitlin smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she took your bag.

You walked out of the hospital with krew in your arm.

You were so happy, so happy that a smile didn’t leave your face the entire day.

That changed as soon as it reached night time though.

You’d fed Krew and put him in his cot, managing to transfer him over without waking him.

You settled into bed yourself, hoping to catch up on at least an hour or twos sleep before he woke up for a feed but as soon as you fell asleep, that small cry you knew all too well was heard.

Just like all the other times, a piercing cry filled the room, Krew small legs kicking away as his little face scrunched up.

“Hi, bubba. What’s wrong, huh? Are you just being difficult?” You cooed, resting him on your chest as you rubbed his back.

His cries quietened down and he fell back to sleep, the room being peaceful and silent once again.

“You okay?” Caitlin said after peeping her head round the door.

“He’s just being difficult. He’s fast asleep now.” You whispered, leaning over to put him back in his cot.

“You try get some sleep. I’m only next door. If you need anything, wake me, okay?” Caitlin said and you nodded.

She placed a kiss on your head before leaving.

In what felt like weeks, you finally got a few hours sleep.

Krew slept decently well, only waking up four times for feeds.

Maybe this whole motherhood thing wouldn’t be that bad.

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You were so so wrong when you thought that.

You loved being a mother, you loved Krew with your whole heart, but you missed the nights where you slept for more than three hours. You missed the being able to go out whenever you wanted. You missed the times where there was actually silence in the house.

Krew was fussy. He had to be touching someone at all times.

The only way you got him to sleep was if he was on you, or if you were patting his tummy which made bedtime hell.

You were so stressed when trying to out him to sleep because as soon as you took your hand away, he could start crying.

When Caitlin heard you sobbing one night, she knew she had to do something.

So, she rang the person who’d understand exactly what you were going through.

Mini

Mini came round the following morning, enveloping you in a hug, noticing the rings round your eyes straight away.

“Hey, bug. How you coping?”

“It’s hard.” You revealed, sighing as you sat down with Krew in your arms.

“I know it is. What’s bothering you though? I can tell something’s wrong.”

“He just wants to be with me all the time. I spends good half an hour every night patting his tummy to get him to sleep and then even when he’s asleep, it’s like he knows my hands not there and the starts screaming the house down.” You explained, close to tears.

“Caitlin mentioned that over the phone last night, and I had the exact same thing with harper. I found something though and it was a god send. I brought it with today so you can try it. It’s a teddy that feels like a hand patting his tummy. You just rest it on him.” Mini explained, pulling the teddy from her bag.

“Mini, you’re the best.”

“Listen, bug. Motherhoods hard, but it’s the most rewarding thing in the world. Just remember you’ve got all of us here to help you. You’re not alone.” Mini said, your hormones getting to you as you sat there sobbing.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us, bug. Just remover its true.”

You really did have the best teammates.

[gavisfanta]

gavi with a breeding kink aftet seeing you playing with his nieces and nephews (for the sake of this just pretend like he has some) 😮‍💨

BEDTIME - GAVI

summary: gavi and you are babysitting and after you put the kids to bed gavi tells you about his desire

a/n: changed it a bit, hope you dont mind anon

warning: smut, not proofread

"I think it's slowly time to go to bed." You mumbled while you stared at the small boy infront of you.

You and Gavi had to babysit some family friend's kids. Because they didn't want you to be alone and lonely while the kids sleep they asked you to invite Gavi too.

So now you were done playing with them and it had turned 8pm.

"Okay." The younger boy nodded his head. He was around the age of 5, but the girl who was 8 and very distracted by the tv didn't wanna go.

"Can I stay here?" She asked and looked at you.

"No, come on it's time for bed." You stood up while Gavi remained sitting on the sofa. She looked at the spanish midfielder and then stood up.

"Can you come with me?" Maria asked and then Gavi flashed you a quick smile.

"I'll put them both to sleep, don't worry." Gavi winked at you and you still followed him upstairs. The younger boy whose name was Ale ran to his room which was right next to Marias, the girls.

Maria was obsessed with Gavi the second she saw him. She literally played with him all day and when the two of you sat down outside in the garden she even kissed his cheek.

You knew that she had that one little girl crush on your boyfriend like the one you always had on the lifeguards at the beach.

Trying to impress them when you had no chance due to them being 3 times your age. But you rather considered it cute, you also thought about it that a long time ago, you used to be like that too.

Ale also loved Gavi, but he liked you a bit more, however when it came to playing football he of course chose Gavi.

And after Gavi managed to put the kids to sleep he made his way downstairs again.

So sitting on the couch, complete silence in the house, Gavi turned to you.

"That was awesome of you, I didn't know you were that good with kids." Gavi smiled at you and your cheeks started to color themselves red.

"I don't know" You shrugged your shoulders, Gavi then got closer to you and leaned to your neck.

"Imagine if those were our children. Imagine you with a baby inside your belly," He paused for a second." my baby." Gavi whispered against your neck. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and his hands started roaming your body.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath as you threw back your head and Gavi started planting sloppy kisses along your vein on your neck.

He then pulled away after some time snd you two made eye contact. Without a thought your lips collided into eachother and started moving at a fast pace.

Eventually you sat into his lap, feeling the tent in his joggers. Then he pulled away.

"You really wanna do it in here?" Gavi raised his brows while he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You turn me on, I can't wait for them to get home with my dick hard." Gavi whispered aggressively and you shook your head while smiling a little.

"You're an idiot." You stood up for a second so that he could take off his boxers and sweatpants.

"Take off your pants, if so, we won't have much time to get changed." Gavi nudged his head towards you and you also took off your pants, leaving you only in your red thong and him with nothing covering his lower body.

"You wanna have my babies amor?" Gavi teased. You felt your arousal getting hotter when he looked up at you, walking over to him and sitting down on his lap, a thin and wet piece of fabric separating you two.

However, you didn't wait long until you lifted up your hips and then Gavi pulled down his shorts to his knees. His hard dick basically jumping out of his boxers, standing tall below your core. Gavi then grabbed it and with his other hand he rubbed his fingers along your folds. You whimpered at the touch and you slowly slid down his dick, Gavi holding it at the bottom to stabilize it.

"I'm gonna give you so many children, you'd look so hot pregnant." Gavi whispered into your ear. You whimpered quietly as he then grabbed your hips and moved you up and down carefully, slow at first and then his pace speeding up.

A light and silent sound of skin clapping against eachother lingered around in the room. The only thing you prayed for was that the children wouldn't wake up.

You accidentally moaned loudly to which Gavi responded with sticking two of his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, wetting them in your Salvia. His hand then slipped down to your clit and started rubbing it in figures of eight.

You moaned against his skin as you lowered your head into the crook of his shoulder.

He kept thrusting up into you until your legs began to shake and the warm knot in your abdominal kept growing. Gavi noticed the way you clenched around him and only fastened his pace.

Eventually you both came, his dick shooting ropes of his cum into your pussy as you sunk down on him, moaning and whining.

Hs threw his head back as he tried to catch his breath. "You gonna have my children hm?" He asked, he was so drunk from the orgasm that he forgot that you're on birth control. But maybe he just ignored it.

"Now let's get you cleaned up without waking up the children." Gavi said after a few minutes.

As you two cleaned up a bit and got dressed you sat down on the couch again and only 15 minutes later your family's friends came home.

"Thank you so much for paying attention to the kids." The mother thanked you two as you stood at the door.

"Oh no worries at all." You smiled and the both of you then went to the car.

"I just hope the kids wont tell her about the noise the monster under her bed made." Gavi joked and you gave him a weird look.

"What noise?" You knitted your eyebrows together and the next second Gavi started to intimidate you moaning. You immediately smaked his chest with your hand and looked the other way while he kept laughing.

"You're my favorite monster, if that makes you feel better."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[8:25 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child, written on my phone)

(this is kind of a part 2 for this, but also a standalone)

Dad!Jungwoo felt like he’d never truly taken a second to appreciate being able to breathe clearly, to be awake with no body aches, to not cough with every other breath he took, he’d taken advantage of being in good health. Having a cold take him down for just over a week was a wake up call for him. He had hated sleeping alone, hated being away from you and your daughter, he got tired of not seeing the outside of his room, and watching bad tv.

But here he was, fully healed, breathing clearly, wide awake, and on the couch in the living room with you in his arms for the first time in a while. He was more than happy to help with the chores all day, make the bed with you, help you make meals, he just wanted to be around you. He had missed you!

You had missed him too, that much was clear given how you let him cling to you and how you clung to him. You had even peppered his cheeks with kisses on more than one occasion which made him preen. His daughter though, well she couldn’t care less. She continued on with her routine, greeting him with an uninterested wave while she continued with her drawing.

All day she’d been kind of a pain in Jungwoo’s side… clinging to your legs, holding your hand, crawling into your lap, begging for your attention. Jungwoo was a little jealous of you at first, of course, but he knew better than to bother his daughter and risk her attitude. He didn’t much like sharing your attention since he had been sick for a while. He married you because he was infatuated and wanted to spend his whole life with you.

As soon as the two of you would start a task together, here would come the four year old asking for attention. Oh you’re cooking? She can help! Making the bed! There she was fluffing the pillows! Watching a movie! There she was working her way onto your lap! Jungwoo loved his daughter, loved her with his whole entire heart and being, but could she lay off!? He wanted time with his wife! Time alone with his wife.

Now it was his daughter’s bedtime, she was bathed and dressed in her pajamas, laid up in her little bed. Sorry, her big girl bed.

“The end,” Jungwoo ended as he read as before closing the picture book.

Your daughter’s eyes were getting heavier, both her small hands holding onto yours. Jungwoo leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead and tuck her in. He admired her adorable face as you leaned in to do the same.

“G’night Appa,” she mumbled tiredly, not loosening her grasp on your hand.

Jungwoo felt his heart melt as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Good night, my love,” he whispered, “let’s go to bed.”

You stood up, ready to follow him out, but the 4 year old sat up, confusion written across her face. “Are you telling Appa goodnight? Tucking him in?” She asked you.

“Me and Appa are going to bed my love, you get your bed to yourself again,” you explained.

“That’s Appa’s bed. We share now, Mama,” she countered with confidence.

“Baby, you and Mama shared because I was sick, remember? But now I’m better, so Mama can come back to her bed,” Jungwoo replied, keeping his voice soft so as to not energize her more.

“No, me and Mama share. You sleep alone,” she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest with a withering glare in his direction.

You smiled to cover up a tired sigh, “you’re right baby, I’m going to go get ready for bed. I’m going to do some chores and tuck Appa in and I’ll be back. Okay?”

She nodded with a happy smile, scooting to the left side of her bed so you had room. “Be fast, Mama,” she instructed as she relaxed into the bed.

You both closed her door and began to straighten up the house before returning to your room. It felt different now that you were in the room with him. It felt more lively and cozy. He laid beneath the covers, watching as you brushed your teeth. He was so in love with you. “You’re not actually going to make me sleep alone, right?” Jungwoo asked, not ready to admit that he was actually nervous you’d say yes.

You spit out your tooth paste and cleaned your mouth, “no, my love. I just know when to pick my battles with her attitude.”

He pulled you into his hold, allowing you to relax in his arms. He sighed happily, his body finally fully at peace. “I missed you,” he murmured tiredly, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I missed you too,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his chest, “I feel bad that I lied to her though.”

“I lie to her all the time! I told her a few weeks ago that Santa was watching her through the light on the internet modem.”

You laugh in surprise, “don’t say that!”

“I’m just saying, that it won’t hurt her in the long run to sleep alone. I can have my wife all to myself after a week of being away from you,” he huffed.

You both fall asleep easily after that and Jungwoo would be the first to admit it was some of the best sleep he’d gotten since he was sick. Your warmth, you cuddled up to him, your scent, the fresh sheets. However, waking up to a small foot in his ribs and the sight of your daughter clinging to you wasn’t something he was expecting. He still loved it though.

[runnning-outof-time]

The first of a few :)

Tommy- (3 word sentence prompt) “Happy or Sad?”

Thanks for sending this in Liz! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to writing it. This is a COMPLETE flip from the fic I shared earlier haha. Also I have to say that the bit at the end was inspired by the lovely Bri @there-goes-thefighter ‘s latest Tommy fic ‘Your Shadow Side’…it’s a bit different here, but the idea was stuck in the back of my mind nonetheless. Enjoy! :)

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Bedtime Stories

Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

Warnings: none

Word Count: 797

Summary: Tommy gets asked a question that leaves him speechless while he’s telling his daughter a bedtime story.

“I want daddy to tell me a story tonight!” Isabella Shelby exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground as she looked up at her mother. Her little hands were balled up into fists, and the glare on her face was one that could even rival her father’s. Wonder who she got it from?

(Y/N) sighed and looked away from her four year old daughter, at her wits end now. It had been a long day. Isabella woke up in a grumpy mood, so everything had been a fight with her. On top of that, Matthew, her two year old son, had just figured out how to get into things, so she’d been following him around the house to make sure he didn’t hurt himself or break anything.

“Dad’s busy with his work at the moment, darling,” she tried to reason with the child.

Isabella did not listen. “I’m going to go ask him,” she insisted, turning on her heel then so that she could make her way down the hall to the door of her father’s office.

(Y/N) stayed in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest as she heard the muffled exchange between her husband and child. A look of surprise formed on her face when Isabella emerged triumphant from the office moments later with Tommy following behind her. She’s wrapped around his finger, (Y/N) thought to herself with soft laugh.

“Time for bed?” Tommy questioned as he approached (Y/N), chuckling at the fact that Isabella had walked right passed her without a word.

“It is,” (Y/N) responded with a nod, her eyes wide as she conveyed her exasperation to him. Tommy sent her a soft grin before he continued to follow his daughter to her room.

Once Isabella was settled, Tommy got into telling an elaborate story about a princess who had to go and save her darling dog from the grasps of an evil king — they’d just taken in Cyril and the little girl was obsessed with all things related to dogs. Isabella listened intently to the story, reacting to all of the twists and turns that it had. That was the thing she loved most about her dad’s bedtime stories: no one was the same. (Y/N) swore that he could have made a career in writing them…if he hadn’t went down other paths that is.

“We’re reaching the ending now, love,” Tommy warned his daughter as he took a moment’s pause. A pout formed on Isabella’s face; she didn’t want the story to be over yet. “I need to ask you about the ending…”

“What about it?” Isabella interrupted before he could get to the question, her eyebrows furrowing as she titled her head slightly.

“Happy or sad?” he asked, his brows raised as he waited for her answer.

“Happy,” the little girl answered without second thought. Tommy nodded and prepared to end the story. Isabella spoke again before he could get a word out, “who would ever choose sad?” she asked, her question one of the most genuine ones Tommy had ever heard.

“I…” he began to answer, but his words died in his throat as he really thought about the question she asked. He shook his head and ran his hand along his jaw, trying to think of a response that was worthy of such a question. “Someone who isn’t quite sure what happy is, I’d guess,” he finally responded, not sure if what he decided on was even good enough.

Isabella thought about it for a second, her pondering starkly present in her facial expression. “Well that isn’t us, right, daddy?” she then sweetly asked, her doe eyes finding his again.

In that moment, all the bad that Tommy Shelby had done was washed away. All the struggle and strife, the bad blood and the tunnels were the furthest thing from his mind. Now all that was present was the world that his darling daughter was imagining. One that only held good, one where everything ended happy. He was so thankful for her innocence, for the light that she brought into his life.

The slightest smile graced his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, love…that isn’t us,” he answered her as he sat a loving hand on her blanket covered knee. His smile grew with each second their eyes stayed connected, and he thanked whoever was mainf decisions in the sky for giving him this beautiful little girl.

“Are you gonna finish the story, dad?” Isabella asked, cutting through Tommy’s thoughts and bringing him back to reality.

Her expectant look made him laugh as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m gonna finish the story,” he answered her before going on with the happy ending she’d asked for.

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MASTERLIST

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

*

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

[unknownperson246]

Why Didn’t You Tell Me? Chapter 3: Mom and Dad

Words: 790

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *rehab* *mentions of drugs* *mentions of alcohol* *pregnancy*

“Okay, Mrs. Sixx please take your shoes off and step on the weight scale after this we are going to check your height and draw a bit of blood.” Dr.Kelly says.

You take off your shoes and you step onto the scale. 

“112 pounds is not good,” Dr.Kelly says. 

The nurse records it with her gel pen on the paper attached to her clipboard.

“Okay now step here for me we will check your height”

“5 '9,” Dr.Kelly says.

“Okay, so your weight is not good, especially for your baby. You should be around 130-150 pounds right now.”

“Can I ask what types of drugs you used to use?” Dr.Kelly asks professionally.

“I used to use anything I had around the house. But heroin and cocaine mainly. I also drank a lot of Vodka and Wine” you say embarrassed.

The nurse continued to jot down notes on the paper attached to the clipboard.

“Okay, we need to draw your blood now so we can test if there is anything wrong. Okay, put your arm on the rest. ” She says.

She puts a blue band above your forearm. The doctor draws your blood. They put it in a vial and they take it with them.

“Okay, now we need to check on your baby. Mom and Dad, is that okay with you?.” The doctor and nurse smile at you and Nikki.

“Yes,” you and Nikki respond. 

The doctor asks you to lie down and lift your shirt. Dr.Kelly snaps her gloves on and puts the ultrasound gel on your lower belly which is starting to bulge. 

“The gel will feel cold.” She warns you.

The doctor starts to scan your belly. She gently moves the scanner around on your bump. You see your baby on the ultrasound monitor. 

“There it is Mom and Dad. Your  baby is tiny for three months but once you progress further and if it seems to be a problem we will have to induce labor early so we can take care of it  but they seem to be doing well in there.” 

You and Nikki watch your baby on the monitor in awe. The picture is black and white but you both still feel so connected to your little girl. Nikki feels so excited to have this baby with you. He feels so excited.

“Would you like to know the gender?” Dr.Kelly asks softly.

“We already know the gender,”  Nikki says.

 “Alright then. We are done.” Dr.Kelly says with a smile on her face.

The doctor reads the measurements of the baby out loud and the nurse puts them down on her clipboard. The doctor hands you a napkin to wipe the gel off. 

“Everything is fine and just remember to take care of yourself okay?” Dr.Kelly says.

“I'm going to prescribe you prenatal vitamins, read the instructions on the bottle and take them daily.” Dr.Kelly explains.

“Here is what your schedule may look like here,” Dr.Kelly says as she hands you a paper.

"Breakfast is at 7:00 am. Meditation is at 8:30 am. One-on-one therapy is at 10:00 am. There is a break between 11:30 am to 2:00 pm. Lunch is at noon. Exercising is at 3:00 pm. Group meetings are at 4:00 pm. Group therapy is from 6:00 pm to 7:30 pm. Dinner is at 8:00 pm. Bedtime is at 10:00 pm." Dr. Kelly verbally tells you your schedule.

“Do I have to follow this?” You say in concern.

“Yes you do,” Dr.Kelly says firmly. You start to whisper to Nikki

The doctor walks out of the room and you soon return to your room in the rehab facility.

 “I don't want to do this. I wanna go home” You whine.

“Y/N stop acting like a child you're on your way to having one. You need to do this for all three of us.” Nikki whispers firmly.

You hold your belly trying to connect with your baby. You decide to ignore the schedule and go to bed because you don't want to feel anything. After what feels like an eternity you fall asleep. Nikki hesitates but he puts his hand on your belly and he starts to talk to your baby.

“Hey honey. Your mom is going through a difficult time and I know it's taking a toll on you but please remember she loves you so much. The only reason she doesn't give up yet is because of you. She could have left a long time ago but she is here for us”  Nikki says softly.

“I need you to know that I love you my girl” Nikki says softly.

[nyxyxx]

The Garden - I (part a)

technically this is sagau stuff, but it's also more focused around my daydreams so here's a bit of that. The actual sagau content comes into play a lot later.

"Cecilia? Where are we going?"

"Shh! Ask questions later! I wanna show you something cool!"

The two young children scurried off through the forest, a forest that they'd come to know so well, and eventually stumbled out of the other side. "You see that hill over there?" The young girl said, pointing to the distant mound. "Yeah...what's so special about it?" The boy asked, still full of confusion. "-And don't you think we're out a little too far? Mother will start to worry if we aren't back soon." He wrapped his arms around himself, hoping it would ease some of his uncertainty. The girl scoffed, and simply dismissed his comment.

"Just follow me." She grabbed his hand, and dragged him off towards the hill. When they finally got there, the young boy was out of breath. "Ahh seriously. How are you *pant* so fast..."

Standing on top of the hill, the two of them could just barely see past the horizon, and could just barely catch a glimpse of the world that they once were a part of. "See... over there... I think? It looks like it could be a town."

"Yeah. It does kinda look like that. Well, can we go home now?"

"Fine, fine. Geez, I thought you'd be more excited." She crossed her arms and ran down the hill, nearly falling over in the process. When the boy ran down, she caught his hand before he could tumble over, and instead managed to keep him upright.

"I don't get what's so interesting about the rest of the world. As far as I know, it's way better here anyways." He said, brushing off his clothes.

"No, maybe you wouldn't get it. That's fine though. We should head back now though, otherwise Mother might get worried." She said, facing away from the intense glare she was receiving.

"That is literally what I said."

The two made their way back through the forest, navigating through the well-hidden traps that had been placed there. The forest was oddly quiet today. There was hardly any noticeable creatures roaming around, and the birds felt like they were more distant than usual. It was an eerie atmosphere.

However, despite the strange feeling that permeated through the air, they made it back home safely. Waiting on the porch of the cottage for them was their mother, who waved to them as they walked up. "Ah! I'm glad you two are back home safe, I was really worried!" She fretted. The two were embraced gently, and then hurried inside. However all was not right, the house was dead quiet, a stark contrast to how the house usually was. Had everyone still been out? Where was everyone else?

The two noticed something was wrong almost instantly. Had the two come back together ordinarily, there'd be a very upset sister waiting at the door, ready to start another brawl. She rarely left the house at all, and especially not on her own.

"Mother, I'm feeling kinda tired, so I'm gonna go to bed early if that's okay?" The young girl blurted, trying to sound as natural as possible. Clearly she had a bad feeling about this as well.

"Me too...we went pretty far today... so I'm extra sleepy."

Mother simply smiled, and said "Alright, please sleep well, love you both."

They both met in the girl's room. Something wasn't right here. "Did you see the way she said that? It didn't feel right at all." She launched herself onto her bed, and lay there for a while.

"Usually she'd have more of a reaction? Not to mention the fact that Xin is nowhere in sight." He sat down next to her bed, and rested his head against the mattress.

"Right? Like...she'd totally be waiting for us to be all like "How dare you two go without me?" and "You made me stay here all by myself!" but she just... wasn't there."

"Something's wrong here...but I don't know what to do. Or even how we can prove that."

"Simple, we can just wait until actual bedtime, and if even still nobody shows up, then we'll know somethings wrong." The young girl sat up from her bed, and started to undo her hair. "Until then we just have to buy time."

"Yeah...but even then, what'll we do after that?" He began, climbing on top of the bed to assist his sister. "Like, if nobody shows up, then what? What will we do from there?" He undid the braids of her hair, careful not to tug too harshly, and then proceeded to work on undoing his own.

"Hm... we should probably talk to Mother then. See if she knows what's wrong."

"I think Mother is what's wrong here," he sighed. "Something's not right about her, but I don't want to be rude and ask. Let's do that then, we'll wait till the time everyone would normally be home, and then we can confront her."

"Alright. I'm gonna take a nap in the meantime. I wasn't lying about being tired. You can...keep watch or something." The girl said, promptly collapsing back down onto her bed, and quickly falling asleep.

"Seriously, why are you making me do this..." He crossed his arms and sat next to her, keeping his eyes focused on the door.

I - Part A - END

this isnt edited sighh im too sleepy atm. Maybe another time. Making up for those notification I see in my inbox and then I feel guilty that I haven't written anything in a while. So here's my slop. Or something.

[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk - 0.1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: None.

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Driving back to Hawkins, Indiana, was the last thing I thought I would do.

I wouldn't say I liked this hellhole and got away as soon as possible. I never wanted to see the all-too-familiar roads and trees filled with bad memories.

Why did I come back here if I hated this place so much? My life fell apart underneath my feet, and I had no choice.

The drive was long and taxing, but I had a caravan from the 60s that still worked beautifully, so I didn't have to stay in any motels. I left California with a few boxes of my possessions and my black and white Saint Bernard Baxter, and we hit the open road together. It was a long trip, but eventually, I pulled into the driveway of my family home, which was pitch black.

Being late into the night, I was not surprised that the house was dark. I pulled my van into the backyard so it wouldn't be seen by anyone who drove by. I turned my van off and climbed into the back of my caravan, grabbing my travel bag and waking Baxter up so he wouldn't be sleeping outside in the cold.

I tried the back door, but it was locked, so I had to grab the spare key that was always kept underneath my mother's favorite garden gnome. I scoffed, showing the key to Baxter, who tilted his head. "See? They're predictable."

Once I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place, I crept into the kitchen slowly, with Baxter trailing behind me and lazily trudging around. I poked my head into the garage, seeing it bare of any cars, and scoffed, "Nobody's home? They're probably away on business again." I pulled myself back into the house and closed the door.

I started thinking about my little brother Steve. He must have been nineteen, probably off at some fancy university far away from this town. Good for him.

I found my way to my old bedroom, letting Baxter in with promises of bedtime, and closed the door behind me. The room had barely been touched, though my parents were never home enough to care about what had happened. My bed was a mess, my posters were still on the walls, my desk was nearly covered in junk, my old makeup lay on the dresser, and my records were still in a box I had put together.

Sighing happily, I put my backpack on a chair and watched as Baxter jumped onto my bed, making himself as comfortable as possible. I sat on the bed next to my nightstand, which held the phone I had begged my parents to put in for me. I picked it up, hearing the dial tone and beeping as I pressed one of the few numbers I had memorized.

I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing. Finally, after a few rings, there's a male voice coming from the receiver, "I swear to god, somebody better be dead if you have the bright idea of calling me at three in the fucking morning."

I held back a laugh, "Jim! Hey, it's Y/N,"

I could almost feel his mood lighten, "Y/N? I never thought I'd hear your voice again! How've you been, kid?"

"Could be better. it could be worse. I'm back in town wondering if the pub needs a bartender."

He hummed lightly, "Luckily for you, Paul retired two weeks ago, and I've been having trouble finding decent help. You got any experience bartending?"

I smiled, thankful that he didn't push my return further, "I was a bartender for three years. I kept my nights busy."

"Perfect, you're hired. Can I go back to bed now?"

Giggling, I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me, "Yes, yes, sorry for calling so late. Goodnight, Jim." I placed the phone in the receiver and began stretching, getting myself ready to sleep.

My peace didn't last very long as my door swung open, revealing none other than my little brother, who wasn't so little anymore, welding a baseball bat in his hands. I jumped slightly and held my hands up in surrender, "Whoa, whoa! Steve?"

He stared at me, his features melting into a look of surprise, "Y/N?" He kept the bat high up in the air.

The two of us spoke in unison, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first, twerp."

He looked at me with an exasperated expression, "I'm literally the one with the bat."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as the adrenaline died down, "I have an attack dog. Don't make me sick him on you."

He glanced behind me, looking at Baxter; smirking, he just looked back at me as he lowered the bat, "Oh yeah, he's an attack dog alright."

I looked over my shoulder and turned to look at Baxter, who laid there unbothered; passed out nearly dead to the world. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his upper body, I would have thought he was dead.

"I could be facing an actual murder right now, and you would just be blissfully aware until you woke up to see my dead body."

Steve sighed, "N/N, what happened?"

I turned back to him, "I'm back in Hawkins. Mom and Dad don't need to know. Hopefully, I'll find a place of my own soon. Trust me, you'll barely know I'm here."

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable as he contiplated my words. He grew a lot since I last saw him. His hair was shorter back then. He was shorter. He's no longer the scrawney kid I had to protect in my senior year, when he was merely a freshman.

I probably looked different, too, but in other ways.

"I should probably get some rest, I have an early shift." He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, kid. We'll talk later,  I want to know everything I've missed." I smirked, grabbing the covers and pulling them over my legs, "Hit the lights on the way out?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding, "Yeah, goodnight, Melody." He baked out of the doorframe, flipping the lights off for me before closing the door, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling; which still had the glow in the dark stars on it.

Baxter rolled over a bit, cuddling into my side as we got comfortable in my bed.

[thetinyblossom]

🦮🌹Caregiver! Rosa Diaz (Brooklin 99) Headcanons🌹🦮

-> For: @timeangel

-> Warnings: Violence n injury mention

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-> At first she was confused at why you saw her in a motherly/caregiver-like role

-> But the moment she saw you scared while being regressed she immediately took upon her to protect you

-> Just like dogs, at first she didn’t understand the appeal, then she immediately feel in love with your cute antics

-> “Don’t you dare touch my kid” energy

-> Calls you “kid” “bud” “buddy” “little bugger” “tiny menace” “little thing” “rockstar” and more silly stuff

-> An aunt or sister like caregiver, can be motherly but in a more rough-housing way

-> “It’s naptime for little bugger, so is also naptime for me, obviously”

-> Reads you bedtime stories but usually doesn’t follow the book as it was written

-> She definitely takes you out for motorcycle rides (you have your own decorated helmet)

-> “That’s sick, why don’t we add flames to it? Wouldn’t it be cool? What you think?”

-> If you get hurt around you she will stop EVERYTHING or take care of you, no if’s or but’s, you are getting taken care of!

-> She helps you prank the others squad members

-> And definitely encourages you to glue stickers on their paperwork

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[spideronthesun]

Writemas Challenge

Day Fifteen

Well, hello everyone! Thank you for tagging me @melpomene-grey I invite everyone to check her beautiful story — it's truly worth it, you are going to love it! And I also have been tagged by @satohqbanana whose writing I am in love with and you are definitely up for some great storytelling!

I've been incredibly busy with this round of edits. I have been working on them nonstop, and I don't think that I am catching a break any time soon. However, once I saw these prompts written by @agirlandherquill, I knew that I had to do one of those myself!

I wanted to write something very sweet and wholesome. And also with a little bit of romantic yearning on the side to tickle your fluff bone!

"Trust me. Trust me. Trust. Me. That's all I ask of you."

Danielius stared at Medeina. It's not like he did not trust her. He always trusted her completely, as though his life depended on her. It was as if he couldn’t make decisions without her, as if she were his oxygen. There was an undeniable pull towards her from the very first moment they met. Have you ever experienced that feeling when you meet someone, that they’re destined to play an important role in your life? Well, this is what happened to Danielius.

At the summer fair, they bumped into each other, and the kite slipped out from her fingers. He caught it, the camera swinging around his neck. He was taking photographs of people that day; everyone seemed to be so happy, overjoyed when dancing in front of the stage, interacting with their friends and loved ones, and sharing a meal with one another. But he was missing something from his life, his own blue eyes empty, and bereft of hope. College made him unhappy, and he felt lost, without a meaning in life.

Medeina thanked him so silently that in order to catch her words he had to lean in closer, but it was her smile that he remembered the most from that day. How beautiful it was, lighting him up from the inside. His heart skipped a beat. He pressed the button on his camera to capture that moment, but his battery ran out, and he just ended up dropping it back into his backpack. It felt as if, at times, the memories were a powerful thing, etched into your very soul core. Shyly, she hid her face behind her hands, and that same night, Danielius learned Medeina had just moved to the new town and hardly knew anyone. Making sure she didn’t get lost amongst the strangers, he followed her around. Danielius held her hand in his to keep her close.

One night, as he looked out the window, he saw a couple of stars up in the sky. It brought back memories of how, since childhood, Danielius had always been told that the deceased eventually went on to become stars. Thinking it was his mother up there, staring at him behind the neighbor’s roof, he prayed with his hands clasped, and hoped that she could help him figure everything out. She sent Medeina to him.

He often found himself flipping through old photo albums, smiling at the pictures of his mother holding him, while wishing for a day when he would hear from her again. Though he could never remember her voice. But she always smelled of garlic and horseradish. And how she used to stroke his blonde hair as Danielius drifted off to sleep. Mom would tell him bedtime stories, and sometimes, when she thought he wasn’t listening, she would confide in him that he, alongside his brothers, were her most treasured possessions.

Danielius was so terrified that one day, he would wake up and not find Medeina by his side. He won’t have these days anymore where they spent rolling in the fields, with his head resting against her side, nestled under arm, as she was dressed in her blue linen dress that perfectly accented the beauty of her eye color. As she gently caressed his shoulder, they would both close their eyes, and they dreamed of their future together. At least he did. How he was going to build them a house where they could live together and dance in their living room to sixties music.

While some might argue that if he had lived eighteen years without her, then surely he could continue living without her now. No. Danielius had only truly begun to live when Medeina came into his life. He felt like he couldn’t imagine life without another thunderstorm, nor could he live without counting his blessings whenever she smiled at him, especially that little dimple on the left corner of her mouth. Sitting on the bench outside the local store, enjoying ice cream, and stealing bites from each other’s cones. Sometimes, he found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. Just as if she could somehow read his thoughts, she would smear some ice cream on the tip of his nose and then run away. And later laughing, like never before, feeling lighter and happier than he ever thought possible, at 2 am.

God, please, don’t let him lose her. Please, God, please. He will do anything.

“I do trust you,” Danielius finally said. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Medeina plopped down on the bed next to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. It felt as if the sunset was taking the sun away along with her. No wonder the weather forecasts predicted two weeks of rain. “I will write you letters, and I will ask the dandelions to carry them all the way to you.”

“Everyday?”

“Everyday." Medeina nodded and laughed.

“And I want you to be careful out there,” Danielius said. “I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“I’m just going to visit my uncle!”

“Still,” Danielius said. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not going to worry about you.”

“I will be back before you know it. Promise me you won’t get into trouble.”

“Pfft, you know me,” Danielius said.

“Yes, I do,” Medeina said and bopped him on the nose. “Remember, only two spoons of sugar, not three!”

Danielius hugged her once more. These next two weeks would be hard. Each morning, he would wake up and peek under the window, hoping the dandelions had delivered a letter for him. Perhaps he could sweet talk the dandelions into eavesdropping on conversations. They’d inform him of when Medeina was coming back. Danielius planned to wait for her at the train station, holding a red rose in his hand. Just a flower for his most beautiful flower of them all.

He had it all figured out. Except, one thing.

He was unable to confess his feelings to her.

[elizacinnamon]

please write a one shot/short fic centered around barchie as parents having their 'intentional mom and dad time' and trying to spend time alone together while having a house full of kids

Betty and Archie could honestly say they never lost their “spark.” While their love settled into the safe, slow, quiet understanding that naturally unfolded between a couple after a decade of marriage, their passion and desire for each other only grew over their years together.

But that “spark” became a flame that rarely got fanned. With four kids (Freddie, AJ, Carla, and Eliza Joy), their lives became chaotic between everything from the kid’s school to little league games and ballet lessons. After work, Betty and Archie ran in different directions to be as present as possible for their kids and then often crashed at night and fell right asleep once the lights were out. Even if they had ample energy for bedtime activities, their baby girl Eliza Joy always found herself in their bed within an hour of going down in her own bed of pink sheets. The four-year-old girl always seemed to have a bad dream and knew she had a daddy wrapped around her finger who would never say no to her demands and a mommy who had a soft spot for comforting her babies after nightmares.

While she loved her daughter more than life, Betty missed her husband and the hours they spent skin to skin under the sheets in their early marriage. She knew, without him even saying, Archie felt the same way and decided it was time to take things into her own hands.

One Saturday morning, Archie woke up early and drove the three older kids to little league. Betty came to the field later, after throwing overalls, a worn out t-shirt, and a team ball cap on top of her laciest underwear—she had a mission to accomplish. She drove to the game with Eliza Joy, wearing a Frozen t-shirt over a pink tulle skirt, who sang loudly in the back seat the entire car ride.

Once they arrived, Betty found a space in the bleachers beside Tabitha who had drug her two young kids to watch the game and socialize with the other moms. Cheryl and Toni, both in decked out in team gear, sat with them since their son Dale played on the same team as AJ. Betty felt happy to chat with other moms and watched her kids round the bases in their little ball caps but mostly kept her eyes on her husband, who wore his own ball cap as he did his best up coach the team of wobbly little players. His white shirt stuck against his sweaty skin, his muscles visible through the fabric. Betty knew her husband was ridiculously hot and also knew that many moms came to every single practice and game in order to respectfully watch. While she didn’t get jealous (she knew her husband’s eyes were unswayed), the thought reminded her of the plan she had come up with earlier that morning.

At half-time—after faking an emergency work call and asking Tabitha to watch Eliza Joy—Betty ran off to the family bathroom by the concession stand. Once inside, she texted Archie and told him that she needed him and he needed to meet her there immediately. Soon enough, the door swung open and Archie walked inside with a look of panic.

“What’s up? I thought something was wrong with Joy-Joy!” Archie looked at Betty, standing there alone, perplexed.

“Everything’s fine,” Betty said, walking close. She reached behind him and locked the door before going for the pounce by jumping onto him and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Arch, I said I needed you. How more clear can I be?”

“Oh,” Archie whimpered, realizing what she meant. He put two firm hands on her hips. “Betty, should we really do this here?”

“Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind,” Betty whispered in his ear, not wasting any time. She slipped off the straps of her overalls and the entire thing fell to the floor moments later. Her shirt followed, alongside Archie’s. He held her against the wall of the stall, pushing against her with full force to hold her in place. Nothing about what unfolded next could be described as tender: no forplay, little kissing, and both of them finished by the time the whistle blew signaling only five more minutes of half-time.

“Baby, you’re good,” Archie said, breathing heavy and trying to recover to return to the field. He fumbled as he tried to put his clothes on, swearing under his breath. Betty looked up at him with sparkling eyes as she sat on the closed toilet seat, her clothes still mostly off, feeling alive again.

“I’m not complaining but why this morning?” Archie asked, putting his cap securely on his head. “I mean, I guess it’s been a while.”

“It’s been a month, a week, and four days,” Betty said bluntly. “Archie, I couldn’t wait another moment or I was gonna explode. I miss you. I need more than what we’ve been doing.”

“I need more, too,” Archie said, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “And I’m sorry for not making effort sooner. Let’s give Eliza Joy the official boot from our bed from tonight forward.”

“Or we let her sleep in there some nights but cave out intentional ‘mom and dad time’ other ones.’” Betty stood up, one strap of her overalls still hanging down. “We tell the kids that we sometimes need some alone time together to be a better mom and dad. On those nights, the door stays close and they can only knock if it’s an emergency.”

“Deal.” Archie kissed her again, his lips stuck on hers till the second whistle sounded that signaled half-time had officially ended.

After that, the Andrews kids learned to knock when their mom and dad’s door appeared closed shut (which ended up being many nights). While still aiming to be the best parents, Archie and Betty knew their marriage came first and prioritized their “spark” through intentional time (though hook-ups at birthday parties and parents night at school were still in their future).

[kakusu-shipping]

Sorry to say that I am once again coming to bug you about the Swatchlings specifically jgufhgjgk

The mental image of them parading you around is just sooooo cute to me and I must know more about your dynamic!! Whatever you’ve got on them!!

Also you should share about Watanuki and Doumeki, if that’s not too much!!

NO THANKYOU FOR BUGGING ME ABOUT THE SWATCHLINGS I FINALLY HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THEM THEN JUST "Colors... pretty <3"

First of all I just found this term yesterday but it's perfect so; All the Swatchlings are Butler Caregivers.

They like to take care of a little like they're nobility. Bring them fancy desserts and finger clean foods and teas on silver platters. Button their shirts and tie their shoes just so. Follow them around exactly two paces behind, hands off unless absolutely necessary or directly asked for.

They like to use names like "Young Master/Mistress" or royal variations if requested, and play up the act of the cool collected butler who diligently watches over the house's perfect little bundle of joy.

They do tend to be. Pretty excitable though.

If their young master is looking particularly cute that day they can't help but squee over them. Cooing the sleepiest babies, or repeatedly pouring compliments over a little's hand chosen outfit that they put on all by themselves.

They're also all big Commit to the Bit types. Give them a role in playing pretend and they will play it as straight as Shakespeare, as serious as the most committed stage hand. This is their life now. Should they be the biggest bad in all the seven kingdoms or just a humble guest to a tea party, they are committed, and they are dramatic.

Their favorite activity is painting with their little, though will have a moment of panic if the baby, or surrounding area, gets too filthy. Their least favorite is Hide-and-Seek, just because they're all very quick to assume they've lost the child forever and will never find them again. Also if one of them looks in a hiding spot and sees a Maus then everything goes to chaos.

Each Swatchling is a little different of course, and I just tend to break them into the 6 colors to talk about so for specifics

Red is overly romantic, they love a story to read bedtime stories about princes who save princesses from dragons, or better to act at the princess being saved by their heroic knight. They're the best cook of the six but get depressed if they're missing baby time because they're in the kitchen making all the tiny food, so they tend to shove their responsibilities off on the other Swatchlings. They get lonely easy and tend to be just a bit clingy compared to the other 6, they need more hugs, kisses, and gifts than the others by quiet a bit.

Orange is a perfectionist who loves to pick out his little's perfect outfit, button their shirt, and tie their shoes just so every morning. He'll also brush and style their hair with little ribbons and bows if he's allowed. They're the first to go hands off when a little gets too messy for them, opting to go find a change of clothes for someone else to put them in to, that they'll then adjust as needed after they're all cleaned up. The most he'll do is gently wipe his little's face with a napkin while they're eating, but even that they may have to change gloves afterwards

Yellow is a lot more about the stuffie parties, especially ones he made. Serving over tea parties with all his little's stuffies, setting up movies and placing every guest so they can see the screen. He enjoys a good pillow fort with soft blankets and hot tea and quiet sleepy nights. What she hates is being the one who has to clean it up because she's the Caretaker so it's up to her to put everything back where it goes when blue eventually comes in and carries the baby back to their big plush bed. He just wants to go to bed but he's gotta take all these pillows back to their original rooms...

Green loves to be outside with a little. She wants to set up an easle and a canvas and watch her young master sit peacefully in the rose garden weaving flowers together to make wreaths and bracelets and crowns. She enjoys the babble of the brook and the rustle of leaves in the wind and the warmth of the sun. All idealized versions of the outside she adores. Heavy forbid though her little prefer to dig in the dirt, or stomp in puddles, or run and be loud and messy. She's more of a nice calm picnic in the sun outside type, not so much tag and red light green light red rover play outside type.

Blue's a music lover, they love to sing to their little or play the piano for them, write them little songs about how great they are or how fun it is to do basic chores like brush your teeth or eat breakfast. They're more of a bedtime caregiver, they love a sleepy little to listen to their lullabies, to rock gently and tuck comfortably into bed. They're the shortest of the six Swatchlings and just a little touchy about it, so little things like not being the first choice for carrying the little or struggling to place dangerous things out of a baby's reach would get to them. They're also the only Swatchling to place and uphold rules like Bedtime, Clean up, and Time Outs (if need be). They're the leader when Swatch isn't around.

Purple is the odd one out of the Swatchlings. She LOVES a chaotic baby, she loves a mess, splatter paint and mud and food fights. She loves bath time with an entire bottle of sudsy soap and lavender lotion. She loves toys all over the floor and snacks on every surface and open but not yet finished juice boxes. She comes across a lot more like an older sibling CG than a butler. She tends to get scolded a lot by Blue and is usually more on clean up than play supervision, however she's the only Swatchling willing to deal with a messy baby meaning she eventually has to be the one to step in and change her little's clothes, help them wipe up a spill, or get them ready for bathtime. She's the oldest of the six and the most mellow (but she still can't handle Maus)

[nobodysdaydreams]

Crack/Crangst idea you want to share?

Once again, a perfect anon, because in anticipation of Star Wars Day, my brain came up with a crack Star Wars AU and now I have an excuse to share it (it’s more crack than Crangst, but I hope you like it!)

This crack au features Anakin and Palpatine as semi-problematic grandparents in an au where Anakin never turns, but Palpatine is never discovered and keeps evilly plotting and cloning himself a son while Anakin and Padme raise their family together. Eventually, Anakin and Padme become grandparents to Ben and Palpatine becomes Rey’s problematic boomer grandpa who shows up at his son’s house on Jakku holidays in order to try to bribe is granddaughter with presents to get her to join the darkside.

Details of this AU include the following in no particular order:

Palpatine cloning himself a son and asking everyone not to question who the boy is or where he came from

Anakin and Padme congratulate Palpatine on his son. Even though Palpatine is fuming because his son is powerless but of course Anakin’s children are some of the most powerful in the galaxy, he has to pretend to be a good father, for the sake of public appearances. He’s really bad at it.

Palpatine initially plans on naming his son “clone attempt 53” or something until his advisors tell him it will look bad if he doesn’t give his son an actual name. Palpatine lazily picks the first name he thinks of and then forgets it and continuously calls his son by the wrong name.

Palpatine’s adult son has to give his dad multiple talks about boundaries and why he shouldn’t be telling his ten-year-old granddaughter Sith legends as bedtime stories

Palpatine (reading a bedtime story to five year old Rey): “Tell me child, have you ever heard of the tragedy of Darth Plageuis the wise? It’s not a story your weak and powerless father would tell you.”

Rey’s Father (yelling from the hallway): “Dad, you know I can hear you, right?”

When it comes to Rey, Palpatine is thrilled that his creepy evil Sith experiments FINALLY created a grandchild with the power he desires, only to discover that power comes with a force bond to, you guessed it, another Skywalker. (Palpatine’s hatred for the Skywalker family grows with every passing generation he fails to turn to the dark side).

Han would for sure make a comment about Sheev being old and say something like “isn’t it weird this guy never seems to die even though he was like super old when Anakin was a kid? And how does he randomly have a son? Where did that guy even come from?” These comments drive Palpatine crazy, but Han is Leia Organa (or Leia Skywalker in this AU)’s husband so he gets away with it. (Also Han regularly almost exposes Palpatine’s plans by making casual jokes. This is not on purpose, Han has no clue what’s going on, and he just sort of roams around the senate building while his wife is in meetings causing trouble and speaking out of turn without a care in the world, but Palpatine grows weary of him and constantly has to change his plans because he thinks Han must be onto him but really Han is just snooping around cause he’s bored).

To Palpatine’s utter disappointment, Rey loves the Jedi. An elderly Anakin specifically takes her under his wing, as she reminds him of a young Ashoka. Plus they both grew up in poverty on a desert planet (because Rey’s dad moved out as soon as he could) so I think they’d have a lot to talk about. I can see Anakin showing up to Luke’s Jedi school specifically to take the kids on fun and dangerous missions and Luke can’t say anything against it because it’s his own dad doing this. I like to imagine Anakin and Rey, impulsive little sand orphans that they are, running around on Jedi missions getting messy and ruining their clothes while Padme and Ben (who would bond over their love of fashion and dramatically stylish capes) always look like they’re trying to be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Also you can’t tell me Padme wouldn’t dress her little grandson, baby Benny, up in the cutest little outfits.

Little Ben, Finn, and Rey go to Jedi training together and Palpatine tries his best to get Rey to spill secrets on Luke and his other students to figure out how to turn them. He teaches her to use force lightening and tries to get her to use it against her classmates but instead Rey teaches her new trick to her friends, who accidentally zap Palpatine in the face. He is not amused. Han accidentally makes jokes about his appearance at a senate meeting in front of a microphone that was left on.

In a last ditch desperate effort to get his apprentice, Palpatine invites himself to Luke’s Jedi school, and when Luke is distracted, he tries to bribe Ben, Rey, and Finn into joining the dark side using the promise of things kids like, including toys and candy. He tried the same thing with Luke and Leia when they were young and it fails both times

There is a point where everyone (eventually) figures out Palpatine is evil, but by then, Palpatine is so old and out of it, it doesn’t really matter. There’s one time where he dramatically tries to stand up and take the energy from Rey and Ben’s force bond at a family party, but then his old man knees give out and he topples over and falls asleep in his chair. I’m not much of a Reylo shipper, but I do think it would be funny if he tried this during the objections portion of their wedding and Poe and Finn have to awkwardly and uncomfortably escort him out like wedding bouncers. I also think it would be funny if during this he yelled something like “Fools! I am all the Sith!” or “You will find that it is YOU who are mistaken!” or “Stand together… die together!” with zero context and shoots forth the teeniest weakest little flash of force lightening he can muster and everyone just writes him off as being an old person who’s starting to lose it.

Might add more later but I hope this finds its target audience.

[daily-crowley]

TELL ME ABT YOUR OTHER HYPERFIXATIONS!! Mine are currently Loki, ofmd, good omens, and Hozier :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG!

There’s a few hyperfixations of mine I’m always talking about but right now there’s 3 main ones.

1. The Boys

2. Invincible

3. Peacemaker

The Boys is the main one; I loved it since it came out back in 2019. I moved on sometime after S3 ended and I found another hyperfixation but now new content is coming out with S4 so I’m back on my The Boys bullshit. I’m a Butchlander shipper, BILLY BUTCHER AND HOMELANDER CONSUME MY THOUGHTS. I AM BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO! I need them to kiss…. And-and more. Anthony Starr and Karl Urban are my current celebrity crushes that I’m only able to think about. If you follow me in insta it’s just been The Boys 24/7 that I’ve talked about since new content started dropping thanks to S4. HOMELANDER IS MY BABYGIRL I WILL DEFEND HIM I DON’T CARE FOR HIS CRIMES I DON’T CARE IF I’M SUPPOSE TO HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM. BILLY BUTCHER MY GOTH BOYFRIEND I WILL DIE IF YOU DIE. HE CANT DIE, HE JUST CAN’T. S4 teaser was insane, so much was going on, Black Noir is back?! And Jeffrey Dean Morgan is joining the cast! AND TEAMING UP WITH BUTCHER?! They said that trailer was just a scratch on the surface of what happens, wasn’t even a trailer just a teaser but it had so much going on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’T JUST A SMALL TASTE OF S4?! I’m scared but excited. I’m nervous but excited (Billy if you fucking die on me- that’s what I’m most worried about)

Invincible is my other current hyperfixation, S1 was so good and I can’t wait for S2 to continue. They should’ve dropped all the episodes at once that way I don’t have to wait but whatever. Vigilante is my little meow meow from Peacemaker. I love Adrian so much, hate that I gotta wait till like 2025-2026 for S2 possibly.

My other interests that I talk about all the time (not currently much though thanks to The Boys) are:

• NATM/JedTavius

• Venom/SymBrock

• SamBucky/Marvel in general

• FNAF

• Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Maleficent

• The Simpsons

Night at The Museum came out when I was 7, I’m 24 now, I haven’t moved on. It was my first hyperfixation and ship before I even knew what that all meant. I’ve written like 30 JedTavius fics. I’m a Venom fan first and a Spider-Man hater second. I will defend Venom at all times and Eddie and him are definitely in love. When the FNAF film came out it brought me back to my FNAF phase, Foxy’s my favourite with Bonnie being second. I watched the film about 20 times. Then in November I started a personal rewatch challenge on Insta where I watched it all month long. Meaning I’ve probably watched it at least 50 times and I still haven’t gotten sick of it (also I love the Josh Hutcherson whistle meme. I don’t care how much people hate it I think it’s funny.) I’m a huge Marvel fan, I literally grew up with the comics, I’m not kidding those were read to me as my bedtime stories. My favourite characters are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as a result I ship them. I never shipped Stucky, that never made sense to me whilst Sam and Bucky have so much chemistry. Sam Wilson is everything to me, I adore SamCap he’s MY Captain America (still love Steve though!) Roger Rabbit is my favourite fictional character of all time, my biggest comfort character. Growing up I really tried to base my personality off of him, the world might be obsessed with Jessica Rabbit but I’m obsessed with Roger. People need to draw, edit, and cosplay him as much as they do Jessica. I’ve been a huge Simpsons fan since I was like 10 and my mother dropped me off at my aunts house and she left leaving me alone with my cousin who was watching The Simpsons and it took off from there. Nelson Muntz is my funky little son and they need to make Nelisa canon. Maleficent is my favourite Disney character (actually like quite a bit of Disney, second favourite character being Donald Duck) I based a lot of my style around her, and I have a lot of Maleficent collectibles. I absolutely love the Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent films (totally ship her with Diaval).

There’s a few other things that I really, really love. I’m also a huge horror fan my favourite being Chucky/Child’s Play as well as Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not 3D), Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. Sanrio, Kuromi is my favourite second is Pochacco, I really love animated films and cartoons. IT, Monster High, and more. I’m also a collector of all these things.

So there you have it. Those are all my hyperfixation and fandom’s that I’m in. Right now especially those first 3 that I talked about (seriously can you tell I really like The Boys? Lol)

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

The Littlest Ghost

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 667

This is a baby’s first word story so obviously it’s going to be so stinkin’ adorable. Also Dieter is being Dieter.

Adorable artwork is by Laure S. Illustrations find them here!

Check out masterlist here

Dieter hated meetings and he was stuck in them all morning. He could do them from the comfort of his home office, but he still hated them. Normally his mornings were pleasant as he could have breakfast with his family but today, he could only give his wife and baby a quick kiss and cuddle before locking himself away for a few hours. His bowl of porridge with fruit sustained him through the hours but if would have been more fun eating with his daughter as she was now capable of eating her own porridge and she loved to copy his actions.

Finally, he was released from his custody and almost jumped out of the office and skipped his way to the living room where he could see you were folding a massive pile of laundry. He had to take a double take when he noticed a little figure covered in a little white sheet just floating around.

“Honey cakes, why is there a tiny ghost in the house?”

“Clara wanted to be a ghost,” you said so casually, “I was folding the sheets and she enjoyed it when they went over her, and I had a scrap of fabric, so…”

“Ghost costume?”

“She’s having fun. And it kept her quiet during your meeting, how’d that go by the way?”

“Oh, it was fine, glad it’s over with…” but his complaints were interrupted by the tiniest little ‘boo’.

You and Dieter glanced at each other before kneeling down to look at your daughter, “Say that again, pumpkin.”

“Boo!”

Dieter was on the verge of tears, “Her first word!” He reached out his arms to pull her into a hug, but she moved out of the impending embrace and sternly said, “No!”

“What?”

“No!”

“Oh, her second word,” you proudly exclaimed then turned to your husband, “Dieter you have to respect her boundaries as a ghost.”

He looked glum as the little ghost waddled off. “Ghosts don’t want cuddles?”

Eventually Clara removed her ghostly façade as she wanted daddy hugs which Dieter was delighted to help with. While making lunch, you could hear the amusing exchange between the two of them.

“Can you say dada? Can you say dada?”

“No!”

“How about mama? Can you say mama?”

“No!”

You had to tell your husband to stop with the questions as it was becoming too hilarious. That night, when it was bedtime, Clara did the most adorable little ‘awoo’ which made Dieter almost cry from the cuteness.

“Are you a little werewolf?” you asked Clara to which she eagerly nodded.

“Are you going to bite me?” asked Dieter.

“No.”

“Good, because family don’t bite each other.”

“Well, only if…” but Dieter was stopped by your no-sexy-talk-in-front-of-the-baby stare, “No, we don’t bite each other.”

No became her favourite word throughout the week when she wasn’t being a ghost because ghosts only say boo. She tried to scare her daddy but she was too cute a little ghost that she got more cries of adoration than fear.

One night, you were in bed reading when Dieter came into the bedroom, carrying Clara like Rafiki did Simba “She said it! She said it!” and he gently placed her next to you and crawled onto the bed.

“Come on cupcake, say what you said before.”

Clara looked over at you, jumped up and said “Mummy!” before gently falling into your waiting arms.

Dieter pouted, “That’s not what you said before.”

You hugged your daughter with one arm and pointed to Dieter with the other, “Who’s that silly man?”

Clara followed your pointing, “Daddy!”

Dieter beamed as bright as the sun and joined in the cuddle puddle, covering the both of you in kisses. Eventually he pulled away, “Alrighty, time for beddy.”

But Clara clung close to you with a “No!”

You were trying to be stern, “Clara, it’s time for bed.”

“No!”

“But you’re sleepy.”

She nuzzled into you, “No.”

Dieter sighed, “Do you just want to cuddle with mummy and daddy?”

“Yes.”

Films referenced: The Lion King (1994)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic