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[readychilledwine]

Housewife

✨️Kink education with Elizabeth✨

The Housewife kink, also known as the 1950s Household, is a power play exchange dynamic that typically involves a dom and service sub. It is characterized by one partner being seen as a homemaker and one as the breadwinner. During the 1950s, the homemaker’s “job” was to take care of the household chores, dinner, children (if they had any), and following norms, their husband's needs all while being the picture perfect example of soft femininity and breedability.

Subs partaking in this form of play tend to wear dresses, heels, aprons, ect, while maintaining a clean home and cooking. Many people enjoy this dynamic due to its ability to come into real-life play instead of just hiding in the bedroom.

It is one form kink play that does not necessarily have to be sexual, but that's not why we're all here 👀

NSFW BELOW CUT

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Azriel x Reader

Summary - After a long day of interrogations, Azriel is more than pleased to come home to dinner made, a clean home, and a pretty wife.

Warnings - sub and dom dynamics, references to completely power exchange play, oral (mreceiving), slightly demeaning behavior towards females

A/N - I apologize for the delay. My little is going through a growth spurt and a little fussy today. Plus, it took FOREVER to find the perfect gif.

Azriel opened the door to his cabin. His shoulders were slumped forward, wings hanging slightly lower than normal.

It had been a rough day. He had been torturing the same prisoner for 3 days now. They refused to yield, they refused to break, and they refused to bend and give the shadowsinger what he wanted.

He knew that all would change the second he saw you, though. You were currently setting dinner on the table. Your hair was softly curled and pinned back, a soft touch of makeup graced your face highlighting his favorite features of yours.

You were wearing a blue sundress the flowed out at the bottom with heels and a blue bow in your hair.

“How's my wife today?” He took pleasure in knowing you would not address him until he addressed you. He took pleasure in knowing that within seconds of hearing his voice, you were trained to get him a glass of whiskey and greet him with a kiss.

“Azriel, you're home early,” you immediately went to the liquor counter, dress swaying as you did. You poured him a finger of whiskey, moving to add ice before walking to him and kissing his cheek. “How was your day?”

Azriel drank as you began removing his outer heavy layer for him, watching like a hawk as you hung his coat and placed his already kicked off boats into the precise place he had told you they go.

“Same prisoner as yesterday,” he watched you blink in confusion. “The bastard will not break and submit. Did you make dinner?”

You nodded enthusiastically, walking him to the table and getting him a plate. “I made your favorite.”

Azriel settled into the couch after dinner, watching you as you cleaned dishes. Every soft movement of your dress had his eyes locked on the hem. Each time you'd reach forward slightly, he was rewarded with a glimpse at the garter belt straps that connected to the satin tops of your thigh highs. It was a constant reminder to him that you were his present, waiting to be unwrapped so delicately as a reward for your continued obedient behavior.

“Angel,” he spoke softly. “Are all your chores done after this?”

It should have bothered you as a wingless Illyrian female to hand over submission so willingly out of hope you'd be rewarded with your mate's cock pounding into you over and over, but instead knowing you were about to be rewarded, that he was about to use you like a pretty cock sleeve, that had your thighs pressing together. “They are. Unless you wanted me to do something else.” A cool shadow began swirling your leg. Its touch was like soft kisses and left shivers in its wake.

Azriel leaned back, watching his shadow go on its mission, watching as you took a gasp, spine going straight before moaning his name. “Let me know when you finish.” He placed an arm on the back of the couch, scenting your arousal filling the air as you whimpered and went back to the last few dishes.

It wasn't fair. Trying to focus on scrubbing and rinsing as a shadow sat vibrating against your lace covered clit was nearly impossible. 5 dishes, you reminded yourself. He lets you leave them overnight to dry. Just 5 more. You focused on the dishes, doing the best you could to ignore the growing wetness between your thighs.

You almost jumped as rough hands ran up your arms. “My pretty little wife. My mate,” one of his hands wrapped and held your throat. His other hand ran down your chest, through the valley of your breasts, before settling on your hip. He started placing soft kisses along your neck, your ear. “How lucky am I to have such an obedient wife taking care of my home?” He squeezed your throat softly before his other hand began lifting Your dress. The hand on your throat moved to join the other one as he moved you away From the sink and to a different section of countertop, bending you over it and place one hand at the back of your neck to hold you Down. He groaned as his shadows held up that pretty dress, exposing those sapphire lace panties

"The dishes," you panted.

"Can wait. I can't. I've been hard since I walked in to you setting the table wearing my color, wearing a little bow tying your hair back like some innocent little thing." Your panties were moved to the side. Two fingers began to run the length of your core as Azriel groaned behind you. "So fucking wet I've hardly done anything."

You heard a muffled moan and could only assume he had put his fingers into his mouth. "So sweet, baby." You could hear him undoing his pants, feel as the head of his cock ran your folds. You could feel down the bond that it would be a long night.

You gasped loudly, gripping the counter with a mix between a moan and scream as he pushed into the hilt. Azriel wasted no time, threading one hand into your hair and pulling while the other held your hip. Azriel growled as you wiggled slightly, causing you to still. "Such a good little wife."

He wasted no time, setting a pace that had your toes curling in those heels that made your ass look phenomenal. Shadows quickly moved to hold the dress up, allowing the hand on your hip to move to your still covered clit.

There was something freeing about being below him, serving him, being used by him. It was enough for that coil to tighten faster as your mind went blank, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his heavy hard cock hitting every nerve inside of you, angling until he found the spot that had you scream his name.

Despite the roughness he fucked you with, the power you were freely handing to him, Azriel still sent wave after wave of his love, his admiration, and his pride down the bond. With each wave, that coil got tighter and tighter, your moans louder and more desperate as your body felt like it was on fire. "Be a good wife and cum for me," his fingers pressed down on that bundle of nerves, hips pistoning into you even faster as you screamed his name, walls milking his cock.

Azriel pulled out instead of following you over the ledge, ripping that dress off of you and leaving you in the lingerie and heels. He lifted you into his arms while you still came down from the high, your vision almost blurred.

You felt the soft bed under you, smelling the fresh sheets you had just changed hours ago. Azriel smelled them too as he positioned you with your head hanging off the bed. "You spoil me," his hands ran to your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples.

His cock sat heavy and leaking near your face, soaked in your release, "Open." You smiled, opening your mouth wide, allowing him to push in just as two fingers slid into your heat.

He was gentle this time, for now at least, fucking your throat. You ran your tongue along his length, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him. You were at his mercy, wiggling and moaning around him as the wet noises of his cock in your mouth and his fingers thrusting in and out of you echoed with his moans and occasional whimper.

His pace picked up as his fingers did, making him chuckle in satisfaction as you gagged around him. "You deserve a reward for how hard you worked today, don't you, y/n?" He groaned as you moaned around him, vibrating his cock as he held it deep in your throat. "Not a single thing out of place, every chore finished, and I came home to you looking like a delicious treat? What a good little wife." You felt your vision getting slightly blurry until he pulled out again, your pleasure almost maddening as he avoided the spongy spot inside of you and brushed your swollen clit with ghost like touches. "That's what you are isn't it? No thoughts in that pretty mind of yours but pleasing me and taking my cock like an obedient whore?"

You would have nodded, begging him to give you what you needed as you agreed to every word, but his cock was still occupying and twitching in your mouth. You knew from the way his fingers had become messier in their rhythm, from the way his words were getting breathy, from how each moment of your throat burning as he held himself deep inside grew longer and longer that he was close.

You had been dreaming of his all day. Dreaming for your reward for dusting, for cooking, for cleaning. The reward you'd get when he came home to a spotless house, to his laundry done, to you wearing your pretty outfit for him.

His fingers curled into the spot you needed, pressing and tapping there as shadows curled and flicked your nipples and his thumb ran gentle circles on your clit. You finished within seconds with no warning, crying around his cock, hands fisting the sheets.

Azriel fell over the edge soon after, spilling with his cock shoved all the way into your mouth forcing you to swallow what you could, head thrown back as his wings flared and he moaned your name without shame.

He pulled out, fisting the exposed length and allowing the last of his cum to land on your face, admiring the mess of drool, makeup, and his seed you had become. His fingers left your cunt, going to his own mouth as he licked them clean with a smile. He watched as your hand waved and the bathtub began to fill.

"I'm not done with you yet," he panted, hands trailing your body.

You smiled, your own hands running up and down his thighs. "I counted in that, but let me take care of your other needs first."

Azriel looked up, a wide smile on his face as he sent a silent prayer to whoever blessed you with acts of service as your love language. "I would really like that."

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Valentines Day Taglist:

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@novaksangel @teenageeggscissorslawyer

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[metalmachination]

hi! secret valentine here! i have a question; between ur OCs, Dog/Sirius vs Dusk/Dawn, who would win in a fight against the other?

also i would love to hear more about ur OCs in general if you wanna share anything about them :D

here's MY question. what's 'updog'? (actual answer + info below the cut lmao)

you've given me an excuse to talk about em so here it fuckin comes

(i like to refer to both dusk/dawn together as flipscreen or flip. i've had an intro post for them sitting in my drafts forever now. gotta finalize and publish it. soon.)

they (probably) wouldn't fight. dog has no animosity towards flip, and flip's not (usually) the type to be outright aggressive.

dusk is a coward and a pacifist. dawn, on the other hand... may very well throw himself at someone in a fit of rage if he's pushed past a tipping point.

dog's been rebuilt over and over, refined and trained... specifically for bot fights.

flip is like half of dog's weight, and their only experience with fights is prying screaming children off each other as a daycare attendant. they don't have, uh, 'security protocols'.

dog would fucking obliterate flip </3

i'll give you a basic rundown on their personalities! i wanted to withhold most of the info until i published my fic at first, but i've decided idgaf.

dog: quiet. comes off as rude or irritable, but. honestly he's just fucking weird and can't interact with others outside of a 'performance' situation. in fights he's loud, cocky and quick-witted with taunts, but its just a part he's playing.

dusk: pretty fussy and nervous, excessively eager to please. a little too eager - he might get overbearing! fucking chill out man. he's undyingly curious about the world but doesn't really have an outlet for that hunger. optimistic. and he likes... hyperpop and vocaloid...?

dawn: very good at keeping up a cheery, bright front. professionally kind and courteous. and an absolute nuclear-meltdown-level of a hater. never to a person's face; but he is so full of pent-up rage he is practically boiling inside at all times. hates the world and everything in it. pessimistic.

dusk is actually a 'sun', and dawn is actually a 'moon' - but due to some programming issues, the personalities were put on the wrong sides. dusk deals with quiet-time activities when he'd rather be running in circles and yelling, and dawn has to deal with the yelling-circle-running kids.

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

A little Bucky request, if you'd be so kind 🥰 I'm thinking maybe neighbour!reader (but I'm not fussy!) and they leave little secret admirer valentine's gifts for Bucky as he always seems so lonely when they see him 💔

Winter

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

[a/n] thanks you so much for this request! I wont lie it's been so long since I've written I found it a little bit difficult to fulfil this request however, that was the point of Valn-Cries so here we go. also side note I didn't know if you wanted fem!reader so I made them gn! hope you don't mind.

Valen-Cries masterlist available here!

Winter wasn’t just a season, it was a state of mind. It was the cold and bitter breeze of doubt that crept in at any waking moment. It was the raging storm that destroyed everything in sight, leaving nothing behind but memories of what once was and could’ve been. 

Winter lived through the sticky heat of summer like a bug bite that wouldn’t go away. In the spring it blossomed like a forbidden fruit, waiting and praying to release its venom. In the Autumn it was the stains at the bottom of your coffee cup, no amount of scrubbing or detergent could get rid of it. 

Winter was everlasting and nothing could slow it down. 

Or at least thats what he thought until he saw you

Bucky had first met you on an unassuming Tuesday evening. He’d received word that Bruce wanted to use him as the subject for his newest experiment so in Bucky fashion before listening to anything else, he’d stormed off towards the lab, ready to tear into the green giant for thinking he could treat him like another lab rat. 

Profanities spilled from his lips as he entered the room, only to be stunned into silence once he saw you sitting there, all pretty and tiny like an angel in contrast to the heavy machinery that laid scattered around the lab. Clearly flustered you’d stuttered out a jumble of words, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as you waited for his response. Yet whatever you’d said clearly fell on deaf ears as he simply turned around and stormed back out 

Half way up the hall he’d paused, needing a moment to catch his breath as regret coursed through his veins. He hadn’t meant to come across as rude but just being in your presence had knocked the air right out of his lungs, suffocating him in the most delicious way. He could already imagine how gentle your touch was, the way you’d plant soft kisses across his cheeks before whispering sweet affirmations into his ears.

His daydreams however, were embarrassingly cut short as the stiff material of his jeans grew tight, a distant but familiar feeling of arousal building up as he quickly rid the thought of you from his mind. Both disgusted and intrigued that his confusing feelings awoke this primal need in him, a feeling he hadn’t felt in decades. 

It was a feeling, among other things he couldn’t afford to acknowledge. It was so much simpler to feel nothing than everything. After all he’d been through he’d worked his way to a place of peace about himself, the world around him and his past, these feelings would only complicate and ruin him again. Therefore, they didn’t exist. 

But of course that was easier said than done.

With Valentines approaching he couldn’t help but feel somewhat dejected, knowing that before your arrival he never would’ve bothered with such a trivial holiday, but now it was all he could think about. Questions and doubt clouding his vision, wondering who the special person in your life was. Was he rich and handsome like Tony? Or maybe he was goofy and clumsy like Sam. Did he shower you with affection? Or maybe he took you for granted. Either way it tortured him to think it could never be him, no matter how much he wished it would.

—-

In the passing months that you’d joined the team, you’d seen Bucky grow colder and quieter in your presence. His usually devastatingly beautiful baby blue eyes and boyish grin had become hollow and lifeless. With each small interaction he’d curled into himself and run away, as if disgusted by you. 

It was difficult not to take it personally, especially since you were so enamoured with him yet you persevered hoping he would soon warm up to you. Although, this was to no avail. You figured if he hated you he could love the illusion. 

This became a favourite past time of yours, leaving behind crumbs of your devotion in the form of unlimited snacks and mystery deliveries. Watching from afar as the usual scowl that graced his face morphed into a faint smile. This was enough to satisfy you for a while yet you began to think bigger.

Valentines was a mere couple weeks away and you’d decided to bite the bullet and admit to Bucky that it was you admiring him in secret. The worst case scenario was that things would stay exactly as they were, there would be no need to interact with him and in the off chance you did, you knew how to be civil. While the best case was he didn’t hate you quite as much, perhaps you could even be friends if not lovers, anything but this weird limbo of emptiness was an improvement.

—-

Bucky had woken up to a knock a quiet knock at his door, unsure if he was hearing correct but getting up and answering anyway. He was met with an empty hallway, ready to simply slam the door shut until his eyes landed on the note taped to his door. It was decorated with a little sticker in the left corner saying ‘even winter has its sunny days’, in any other case he would’ve scoffed at the obnoxious pink of the paper and sappy phrased but a part of him knew this wasn’t just any letter.

Needless to say Bucky realised that winter really did have its sunny days.

 While winter could be cold and unforgiving, it was also the warmth and comfortability of a newly lit fire. Winter was the sickly sweetness of hot cocoa that soothed you in the harshest of storms. Winter was Bucky and you were his Sunshine that showed him what more winter could be.

[anjelicawrites]

If you take polycule questions, how do they all deal with Aemond’s nerve pain after they have the children?

Nonnie, my inbox is always open for OG!poly questions, they're my babies!!! Keep 'em coming!!!

Under the cut warnings for chronic pain, breastfeeding and children rearing.

When they only have Will, reader takes the child and they go the spare bedroom. Will is that kind of baby who rarely cries and sleeps through the night, but he needs the space to express his needs, without hurting his kepa. Osferth takes care of Aemond, in the meantime. They have to organize themselves this way, because reader breastfeeds and having her pump the milk, leave it in the fridge for Osferth to feed Will, whilst she looks after Aemond, would be too much of an hassle.

When Wolfie comes along, he's far more of a fussy and crying baby that Will ever was, reader and Osferth have to take turns with staying with the two children in the spare bedroom, because Wolfie cries all night long and wears his parents down and even Will, who is usually quiet, stresses himself and starts become uncontrollable and cranky.

With Visenya, they have to enlist the help of Alicent, who takes the older boys, whilst the baby stays with her mum, who can retire with her in the spare bedroom, the way she used to do with baby Will.

When the children are old enough to understand that Aemond needs silence and quiet sometimes, they try to play where they know they will not bother him. During summer they go to the side of the garden further from where their parents's bedroom is (under Vhagar's watchful eye), when it's winter, they use the spare bedroom. They miss Aemond, though and are worried for him, even after being told that he will be feeling better in no time. One time they all slipped inside the bedroom and curled around him, when their other parents weren't looking. Aemond was actually asleep, the drugs having knocked him out, and woke up hours later, with his children around him; his eye was still hurting him a good deal, yet he couldn't truly feel it, not when his children were with him. The power of love, right?

As they grow older, the siblings want to help, it's their parents that are against it: they shouldn't saddle themselves before their time, they should enjoy their green years in all the ways their parents couldn't. This doesn't stop the three to stubbornly help, whenever they can. It's true that none of the children follow a career in healthcare, but they manage to get a hold of Aemond's former private nurse and have her teach them everything they might need to know to help their kepa. It's one of these battles reader, Aemond and Osferth realize they can't win and let the children help. It's not uncommon that they keep up the tradition of slipping inside the master bedroom to be with Aemond when he manages to sleep during his attacks; the children try to do it even when they are older and have lives of their own, because nothing changes the fact that they still worry for their beloved kepa.

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine @fan-goddess @aegonx

[my-my-my]

How do you think valentines day would be spent with modern au aizen (x fem reader). (Hi!! sorry for the late reply, I didn't see the post. Thanks for writing❤️❤️)

Thank you SO MUCH for your patience anon (and to the others who requested/sent asks for the past few weeks).

TW: None! Just hints of things, but this is very fluffy! Happy belated Valentine's Day :).

EDIT: Tumblr is again, cutting paragraphs off. If that's the case, I'll be posting this on AO3 in a few days!

Normally you never thought much about Valentine’s Day. For a long time you considered it as any other day, but being in a relationship with Aizen for the past few years... you couldn’t deny you looked forward to what he had instore for you.

It wasn’t like Aizen wasn’t romantic to you any other day of the year, far from it, but… as you smiled to yourself, thinking about the dates he planned in past years, and even tonight… Aizen would always manage to catch you off guard. Aizen didn’t want to admit that for you, he would go the extra mile. He wanted to sweep you off your feet.

Although he also knew that you weren’t fussy with romantic things. Grandiose displays of affection and love, while you were always quiet when receiving them, you were humbled and in awe of your appreciation of them. Aizen wasn’t one for half-measures, you learned, and he would never skimp his affection for you (unless he wanted to tease you).

At the same time, dating him showed another side of him you never realized before. It was interesting to watch him interact with other people outside of yourself though, there was a sense of coldness to him, but he was ever so polite and respectful. Many people misread him as being inherently kind, but he was just respectful. Aizen wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but his kindness was saved for you alone.

But it didn’t help that his glasses and disheveled hair gave him a gentle appearance as well.

As you stared at Aizen, asleep in your shared bed, you brushed a few stray hairs from his face, watching his sleeping form. You smiled as he sighed in his sleep, his brows furrowing at whatever dream he was having. It was interesting, you thought, of how you were scared of Aizen at first. He would never physically harm you, that wasn’t the fear, and it wasn’t how easily he could read you – you knew he could read others so well, but it was the way he acted around you specifically.

Aizen was curious about you.

Aizen also seemed baffled, and amused, at what you would do and say, but it made him smile.

For the first time in a long time, Aizen felt like he could speak his mind freely to you, and that was what scared you. Why did he feel like that around you alone?

Which is what you asked him many years ago. You laughed to yourself at the memory of his shocked face at the question. And for once, Aizen was at a loss for words.

But it was for a brief moment, as his shocked look disappeared when a genuine smile, followed by Aizen’s laughter, still ringing clear in your memory. The laugh, and the way he cupped your cheek to kiss your forehead, were such small actions that made you question if you were having a�� dream at that moment. Aizen stared into your eyes, as you tried to read his emotions through his. It was then he took a deep breath.

“I never have to worry about being myself around you.” He said, with the softest of looks you had ever seen him have. “At first, I was drawn by your view of the world” Aizen said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip gently, “then it was your honesty and kindness. The fact you even asked this question when many others wouldn’t have.”

“Every day is an adventure with you, one I’ll gladly come along.”

To him, you were the epitome of kindness and grace. Never one to disappoint, but also not one to run in fear of something. Unlike him, you had no hesitation in asking for help, or helping others. You would gladly help a friend, fully trusting them to help you when you needed their aid.

Aizen admitted to you, that was when he realized how alone he was, in that he relied so much on himself for everything. Everyone came to him for help, whether that would be advice, general life questions, and other things, but he didn’t have anyone he could rely on for the same support, until he met you. You were on the same page with him, for the first time in many years, Aizen felt like he could see eye-to-eye with someone, and he didn’t want to let you go.

But the more time you spent with him, you learned that his “warmth” to others, was an act. Not out of malice (sometimes), but out of preservation. Aizen was reserved and polite, but you piqued his curiosity for the better. The “kindness” he showed everyone else, isn’t real, but his kindness towards you…You knew that wasn’t an act. The first time he told you he loved you, you knew it took him a lot of courage to say it, for which you thanked him for and reciprocated back to him.  

So even if it’s just one day, one silly day – he would go the extra mile and shower you with grandiose displays of love, and you love and accept it wholeheartedly.

You kissed Aizen gently on the forehead as you brought yourself closer to him. Aizen awoke for a brief moment to register what was happening, before draping an arm around your body, bringing you closer to his bare chest. You couldn’t help bit wince a bit as your inner thighs and breasts ached from what happened hours before.

But before you could reminisce any further, Aizen pulled you tighter against him. His deep voice, laden with exhaustion, murmuring softly to your hair to go to sleep. You chuckled at the fact he caught you off guard again, but closed your eyes as you laid your head against his chest. Eyes fluttering to a close as you listened to the steadying beat of Aizen’s heart drifting you into dreamland.  

[kakusu-shipping]

4, 5, and 6 for the agere asks for.... all of your BNHA regressors? :D

That's... a few too many characters for me to answer all in one ask, so let's limit it to just The League sense they all go together well

minus a Dabi icon because I can't find flags for any of my headcanons for them

Asks from Here

4. Does your regressed f/o collect things? If so, what is it and how much do you enable it?

I'll enable my League babies in anything and everything, first of all. Second, the only one of the four who actively collects things is probably Himiko. She's a bit of a hoarder of anything she deems cute and tends to just pick things up and stuff them in her pockets.

Not an active collection he does on his own but Tomura has more Dog stuffies than much anything else, though he does also have Pokemon and Minecraft ones his older self has placed on shelves he can't reach because they are Mint Condition back at AFO's manor. He use to get pretty fussy about that some times, but it's become less of a problem sense moving to the Bar.

Jin and Dabi don't collect anything, nor do either of them have much that could be considered a collection (or much at all)

5. Does your regressed f/o have any gear that they want really bad? If so, what is it?

Tomura and Himiko both get everything they want without question, so neither of them have anything they really really want at the moment and are rather satisfied with their little gear at the moment.

Jin is constantly back and forth about wanting a pacifier. He's worried he'll chew right through it and ruin it, but it'd make it harder to talk making the other him less likely to say something he doesn't agree with (tantrum triggering when they fight), but also he'd have to take off or at least lift his mask to put it in his mouth which can easily trigger an even bigger meltdown than infighting does, but also also he sees his Big Sister Himiko and Baby Brother Tomura each with want and his tiny baby heart is just so over come with jealously he can't contain it. If I got him one, I'm almost sure it'd fix the whole thing, but just cause another problem, so I'm waiting patiently for him to decide himself what he wants.

Dabi doesn't have any little gear and refuses any I've tried to gift to them. They try very hard to push their regression down and ignore it, and they don't want me or anyone else in the League to be apart of it. I try to give them space, but I have hidden a few of little Dabi's favorite snacks around their room, along with some sparklers to play with. They seem content enough with that for now.

6. What is your favorite thing in your regressed f/o’s playroom?

For Tomura it was back at the Mansion, he had a crib with a mobile on it, it was the only thing his father had ever contributed to his Regression space, so of course it was his favorite. It played a lullaby as it spun I'd never heard before, and always put Tomura right to sleep. I wonder if it's still there...

Himiko has a lot of toys, most of which she's stolen from dollar stores and gas stations, but one Jin got her; A 4ft tall Valentine's day Teddy bear. It's big and soft baby pink holding a big red heart. I ended up cutting the heart free from the bear's stomach so now Himiko can wiggle herself behind it and sleep in the bear's arms. It's very cute <3

Jin doesn't have playroom per say, he doesn't have a lot of gear either. Rather than sit still somewhere with toys and games he'd rather follow me, Magne, or Himiko around while regressed. Though out of the few things I've seen him get attached to I think my favorite is the baby blanket Himiko got for him. It USE to be soft baby blue but he won't let me wash it at all and carried it everywhere with him, cries into it, uses it to cover his face, and sleeps with it, so it's gotten pretty grimy and is more of a muted color now. Himiko thinks it's gross now and won't touch it, but I've convinced her not to comment on it, sense if she doesn't like it, Jin is likely to throw it away... and then regret it.

Dabi, much like Jin, doesn't have a little space or many little items. Usually when they regress they lock themselves away in their room and don't come back out until they come out of it, so I don't know what their little space looks like, or anything they might comfort themselves with... I hope they're okay in there...

[therealvikingstrash]

Not Alone

My third entry for @vikingsevents Valentine's Week, with the prompt First Date. And also for the Blind Dates OC Fest 2023 hosted by @mercurygray! It's a canon divergent fic after Season 2. Freydis/OMC, no smut. (2,8k fic can be found under the cut)

With Olaf gone, the threat against her life disappeared as well. Freydis had found herself living in a hut near Kattegat. It was nothing that she had imagined for herself, but surely needed. Being a mother was exhausting, she soon realized. Her knowledge of children was not as vast as her knowledge of combat and Freydis tried to form a timid bond with the people living near her. The elders loved Harald, cooing at him and handing him toys to play with every so often. Small puppets with friendly smiles stitched onto their faces or wooden figurines smooth to the touch. Freydis imagined that her own parents would do the same; love Harald just as much and her heart grew heavy knowing they would likely never meet their grandchild. 

She had yet to hear from her brother as well. The uncertainty of his whereabouts cruel to her lonely; for family yearning heart. Before her pregnancy Freydis had never felt this way, not so intensely. Her mother always said that a baby changes everything. It was only now, far away from home, that Freydis knew what she meant by that. From now on, she wasn’t the only one whose life was at stake when she was threatened, it was also her sons. A very different responsibility. 

For the first time in months, Freydis went to the market without thinking of her son's father. Harald was less fussy than he’d been the days prior and Freydis was glad about it. This was like a sign from the Gods that she was finally allowed to breathe. The tentative alliance with Ælfgifu and her son Sweyn was possibly only a short lived arrangement. Nothing was set in stone after all.

The smell of properly roasted pork made her mouth water the closer she got to the booth. An open fire was bristling; the skilled cook turning the meat as the fat dripping down into the fire made a sizzling tone. Freydis looked at Harald’s little face– eyes closed and fast asleep and softly kissed his forehead as she moved towards the booth to acquire a piece of the pork that had been taxing her with its scent ever since she stepped onto the marketplace at the  far side. She bumped against someone, which left her on momentarily unsteady feet. Usually people were considerate enough to give her room due to the child she was carrying.

When she looked at the person who’d thoughtlessly cut in front of her, Freydis felt heat rise up her face. Anger built up inside her while the man simply looked at her with a smile. The way it pulled at his lips reminded her of Harald and she quickly looked away; finding a new spot to purchase the food. “Where’s your husband?” the stranger asked amused after he noticed the baby fastened to her chest. “Shouldn’t he provide for his wife and child?” 

Freydis decided to ignore him, even though everything inside her wanted to shove him into the fire pit in front of them. She quickly gave him a once over but couldn’t find a cross around his neck. Although that didn’t mean he wasn’t a Christian. Freydis had to admit that many people in Kattegat were praying to a false God and those who weren’t managed to pretend to be of Christian faith well enough. She knew Ælfgifu was a pagan at heart and didn’t think she would have to fear for her life while she was instructing Sweyn on how to rule. 

With envy Freydis watched the man exchange a big amount of pork and stew for coin– two bowls full of food!–  and for a moment she wondered if he was here to gather something for his own family. She hadn’t even thought to purchase stew as well, her wealth not vast enough for great expanses yet. When he turned around he made a point of standing right in front of her before handing the bigger bowl of pork and stew to Freydis who had trouble reacting so fast. Of all the things to imagine that might happen, this was not it. He was licking the fingers of his now free hand slowly where the pork had briefly touched him. “Enjoy,” he told her with a nod and stepped around Freydis to leave. 

At a loss for words she looked down at her child, who was staring right back– awake and alert for the first time today. “What a strange man, hm?” she said to him, stroking his soft blond hair with her free hand before she found a place to sit and eat. Soon Harald would demand to feed– tiny fists balled and his face red from his effort to cry, she knew it well by now. 

The only free table appeared to be the one where the stranger was seated. All alone. Freydis squinted at him momentarily, but he wasn’t even looking her way. Or so it seemed. She timidly walked towards his table and sat down as far away as possible. “You did not have to buy my meal,” Freydis let him know as she poked around her bowl. “I can take care of myself.” The stranger nodded slowly, humming in agreement. He continued to eat as if Freydis wasn’t there and soon she followed his example. No need to waste a warm meal.

Her craving for meat almost made her moan in pleasure when she tasted the well-roasted pork. The last time she’d eaten like this was at her hut with Harald. Deep in the woods and near the mountains where there was always game to hunt, but here in Kattegat where it was loud and full of people everywhere, she could not hunt the way she wanted. Not with her child strapped to her chest. “What is your name?” Freydis asked, not looking up from her bowl as she ate, appearing as disinterested as possible. Sitting on the opposite side of the table, she had a better view of this man and noticed a long but faint scar at the side of his face. It was oddly shaped like a cross, but that could be a coincidence. 

Long moments went by that Freydis assumed he wouldn’t answer at all or hadn’t even heard her over the bustling people around them. “Tove,” he finally told her. With a sniff he leaned back and away from his almost empty bowl before he asserted Freydis carefully. “Tove the Wise.” he added, causing Freydis to frown. In turn Tove huffed amused. “It is true, you can ask around in the tavern.” When she didn’t respond right away, he finished off his plate, holding his cup up for a refill as soon as a servant walked by with their pitcher of ale. 

“I’m Freydis,” she stated. Green eyes captured her attention, their locked gaze only broken by his deliberate wink. 

Tove nodded sagely, “I know,” he replied, a smile forming on his lips. “Freydis Eriksdottir.” His knowledge of her should make her worry, but many people in Kattegat knew her or better said of her. Surely Tove didn’t plan to hurt her and Harald. Her sweet son who currently suckled on his own fist. “You’re a great warrior.”

Freydis quickly ate the rest of her meal so she could tend to Harald who was steadily growing fussy. “They should have called you Tove the Knowing,” she remarked. It was an intricate procedure to get the upper part of her dress moved to free her breast for Harald to feed while he was still fastened to her chest in the fabric wrapped around her. She carefully moved him around to lie comfortably in her arms as he immediately started suckling great gulps once he latched onto her. Freydis smiled proudly at her son and quietly addressed him, “There you go.” 

When Tove stood, Freydis assumed he was leaving without another word, but he only changed his seat. With his back to the table, he sat down on the bench next to her, watching the people around them that Freydis couldn’t see. “That would be a great exaggeration,” Tove responded, sounding calm. “I don’t know everything, but my choices are wise.” he made a wide gesture with his hand as if to present something. It sounded true enough for Freydis to accept. “For one, I do not know if you are married,” Tove said after a while and then looked her straight in the eye, “But I’m wise enough to assume you might be.”

She absentmindedly caressed Harald as she thought of the events of the past year. Freydis broke their eye contact to look at her son. “He is not here.” she simply said, unwilling to give away too much. It implied that he might be at their hut, or that there even was a husband to begin with. Neither was true. 

Out of the corner of her eye Freydis could see how Tove slowly nodded in understanding. He got up a second time, strategically placing his hand on her shoulder to make her look up at him. “You don’t have to be alone.” Tove said, squeezing her shoulder with care before he left her to her thoughts. 

It felt like she had pushed him away too quickly and she turned around, “Wait,” Freydis called after him. “I wouldn’t mind company.” she admitted, absentmindedly caressing Harald’s cheek with her thumb. Tove appeared to be contemplating her invitation. He spared the marketplace a short look and then went back to lean against the table. 

“Somewhere else, not here,” Tove said, nodding forward without telling Freydis which place he had in mind. “I need to wash. You can watch my belongings while we talk.” he said and Freydis knew this man could have ulterior motives of the worst kind. By leading her away from people, she could easily be ambushed. And yet, there was no fear inside her, no unease when she met his honest eyes. Perhaps she could trust him, if only for today. 

Once Harald was satisfied with his meal, Freydis held him up to let him burp. She quickly rearranged her dress before she followed Tove. The longer they walked the less people were around. Freydis knew where he was going and was aware enough people would be at the riverbank to wash their clothes or themself. “Have you always lived in Kattegat?” Freydis asked, noticing how he casually leaned his hand over his sword as he looked around.

Tove shook his head, “Far up north,” he told her. His expression had changed miniscule and if Freydis hadn’t watched him carefully she wouldn’t have noticed. Something within her told Freydis she should let it rest for now. The silence must’ve grated on Tove just as much as on her. “Is it a son or a daughter?” he asked, indicating that he meant the small bundle attached to her. 

She couldn’t help but smile, “A son,” Freydis answered, watching Tove nod in understanding. “His name is Harald,” she added without thinking and saw how her companion's eyebrow moved up in acknowledgement. She wondered if he knew that Freydis had been with Harald Sigurdsson and a small part of her wanted him to stay clueless. 

“A strong name,” Tove commented as they got closer to the riverbank. “Was he named after someone in your family?” he asked, but Freydis could tell that he most likely knew the answer already. He dropped his sword, not waiting for her answer, and soon his fur and belt met the same fate. It took Freydis a moment to notice that she was basically watching him undress and averted her eyes to look at her son. There was no one else at the river though.

She licked her lips, suddenly dry after her meal. “His father,” Freydis answered and looked up without thinking. Tove’s chest and shoulders were adorned by swirls and runes on his skin. It derailed her attention from the silver cross he was wearing around his neck, but not for too long. “You’re a Christian?” Freydis asked, involuntarily taking a step back. She didn’t know when she started to react this way towards them, but she had no doubt that Olaf’s hunt for her played into the fact. 

Tove let up from his breeches and reached for the cross. “Not always.” he told her, carefully taking the cross off and laying it on top of his tunic. “Not willingly.” Tove added much quieter. His eyes found hers and it was then that she knew he hadn’t gotten the scar on his face during battle. She had to look away due to the intensity with which she was met. His eyes told a story of great loss. 

By the time she turned her gaze back to him, he had already shed the rest of his clothes and waded into the water. Freydis walked closer to the water and sat down on the little pebbles. “Will you go back home one day?” she asked, unwilling to believe he could be happy in Kattegat. “To your family?”

He’d been scrubbing at his face and hair with the piece of soap he’d taken with him, dunking his head into the river to rinse it out before lathering up his hands again to wash his beard. Against her better judgment, she let her thoughts drift as she watched him get out of the water eventually. Freydis came to the conclusion that she found Tove attractive, a jolt of want hitting the pit of her stomach. Something she hadn’t felt in Jomsborg, not ever after parting with Harald. 

Every step he took was followed by her eyes, watching him closely as he sat down onto his fur to dry. With his knees up, he lay his arms on either of them and watched the water. “There is nowhere for me to go,” Tove told her, taking a deep breath before he looked up. “I was a pagan, viking.” he said and then reached for the cross to hold it up. “This is nothing but a piece of metal to me,” Tove explained. “It is armor against the Christians.”

Freydis furrowed her brow at the last bit, but Tove didn’t let her ask another question.

“I heard you were Jomsborg to hide?” he waited for her nod to confirm, “From what I know, the village I grew up in was much like it. Not visible for those who did not know where to look.” Tove explained and let the cross fall onto the tunic again. “One day they must have followed someone back to us.” he let his head fall forward, the water dripping from his wet strands. It was only when Tove righted himself that Freydis saw the tears. She kept silent, aware how painful it must have been for him. Not long after, he turned his attention towards her, his hand moving up to his face, softly following the scar. “A man named Gunnar cut me for I did not perish even after the third day of torture.” 

Freydis perked up at the name and Tove noticed. “Was this Gunnar with Olaf?” she asked, her hands automatically balled into tight fists at the thought of him. She could feel herself start to shake and tried to stop it, but it was no use. When their gaze met, Freydis could see empathy as Tove nodded slowly. “He came to Greenland,” she said briskly, averting her eyes when she felt hot tears glaze over hers. “He-...” she didn’t want to say it while she had Harald in her arms and swallowed. “I killed him.” Freydis said instead and quickly wiped the tears away before she looked back at Tove. There was no need to tell him what Gunnar did, she knew he understood perfectly well. 

“Good,” Tove replied to her last statement. He sounded delighted, something that had her warm up from the inside. Harald had never told her she’d done good, only Leif understood what she’d done and why. “I hated fighting alongside Olaf and him. I left and became part of Sweyn Forkbeard’s men.” He made a wide gesture as if to say and ended up with Olaf’s troops again. She could see how frustrating this must’ve been. 

Tove was mostly dry when he started to dress again and Freydis got to her feet as well. He was closing the belt around his waist when she cleared her throat. “You are welcome to accompany me back to my home, if you like?” Freydis suggested, knowing full well that he was aware of her ulterior motive. She did not care. Harald was not likely to come back to her and she was so utterly alone in Kattegat. Freydis needed to change this. 

There was a bashful smile Tove tried to hide, but he nodded in agreement. Maybe with him, she was not alone, even if it meant only for the time being. 

[thesolarstorm]

Casey (Ninjago) V2

(IK its closer to like version 15 at this point, but this is only the 2nd time ive posted ab his full info [ninjago ver] here so <3)

Fair warning for scars, mentions of mental illness and disorders, and the like <3 And oc x canon??? if ur fussy ab that??? idk

Casey first, bc he's my little man, my favourite scrunk.

Basic info includes: Casey Abel Tinniel 17 years old (averagely, does change w/lore and how i draw him) He/Him pronouns (feel free to use candy themed neos for him tho, kinda experimenting w/that) Trans-Masc, FTM. Half Oni, Half Human Canonically he has ADHD and BPD. (Feel free to hc him as autistic aswell idm, no other hcs tho pls lmAO, feel free to ask if he does XYZ in my askbox, but do not hc.) British/Japanese. He is 6'3 (tall man, love him, towers over so many), loves candy (any, even that chalky valentines candy stuff), he's left handed, constantly carries chapstick, and kinda needs glasses but rarely wears them (bc hes an arse). He has a dog!!! Leonberger/Great Pyrenees X called Mochi!!!! She's big and fluffyyy!!

He is an EM (Elemental Master), but like his element b kinda stupid but i love messing around with it. (Hes a fandom oc he wasnt made for realism nor to be canon SMH) And a ninja ofc bc what cringe baby's first ninjago oc (he wasnt my first im lying) isnt a ninja!!! Pink ninja go!!!

His element. is. Technology. and I do have basic mechanics written down for it, which i will paste from my notes rn: (Please ignore mentions of "Roni" i will get into that in another post if yall like him enough)

Not me actually thinking and noting down stuff ab Casey's element.

his machines don't need power (batteries, a plug, etc) he can power them himself with his element, but that's draining so he would still add another source of power, and because he already rarely uses his element he can only power small devices.

he's able to cut off power or turn off security systems. (Like just by touching control panels & stuff)

if he knows how to build smth (mechanical) he can just build it instantly, not needing to touch the materials (idk how to explain it? like he can float electronics but he cant hold them mid-air THEY HAVE to be added to Smth mechanical/technological)

is able to hack certain things without touching them, but mostly just does that to annoy Zane when he's younger (Lloyds command/prank) and rarely does it at all later on, leading him to barely be able to do it at alllll when it's needed (most of the time it isn't because of Jay, Nya and Zane having tech knowledge and jay being master of lighting).

Mostly he can just barely use it at all other than to control small devices/andriods because he's never needed to use it. (Up until Roni, which I'll not down stuff for later, might make it so that he's forced to make a few different Oni soldiers and then have his father mass produce them? Idk) probably will change a lot of stuff but these r just notes based on the few ways I thought of him using his element

Elemental notes over (i cant be bothered to edit them)

i was gonna make him a new reference sheet for this post, but instead u can have these: (older art i might've posted but forgor)

(yk that second to last one/the one in the bottom left? yeah ill go into that in another post <3)

i draw him happy to contrast his lore <3333 and the scars tbh, hes so covered in them that drawing him happy and ignoring them is kinda comforting?? idk haha The stories behind his scars r long af so like ill just put them down as "ninja accidents" and move on. His horns and tail r optional, as he's an oni obv smh (shapeshifty boy) I think thats all for him as a character?? He's just a happy silly boy (golden retriever to Lloyds golden cat fr i mean whaTT!!!???) Yeah. Biotech. Aka Lloyd Garmadon, himself, X Casey Abel Tinniel. They r my scrunks, my blorbs, and maybe even, my little guys. I dont have any updated art of them atm, but i promise u i will make some at some point ong!!!! They like to eat candies and stuff together & watch disney movies fr!!!! Casey likes to cook so he makes homemade mochis and stuff a lot n like ong<33333 way to lloyds heart is through candy and i will NOT hear otherwise!!!! Youngest ninja members gotta look out for each other (even if that means kissing sometimes SMH) Thats all for now i think yoooo!!!

[chocobotism]

‼️📌‼️

Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to a silly little sideblog dedicated to my most wonderful and squishy FFXIV Warrior of Light, Amor Valentine! This isn't going to be an RP/IC type thing (because I am a coward), but maybe I can be afforded the occasional Silly Post™ if prompted.

I am unsure what to really expect from this, but prepare for very not good gpose screenshots and maybe some word salad character lore posts. Who knows! Anything could happen!

Under the cut is very basic bio outlined, but beware! Spoilers of both the major and minor variety may lurk within!

QUICK FACTS ☑️

Name: Amor Valentine

Age: 20

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon

Pronouns: They/Them

Race: Au Ra (Xaela)

Guardian: Nophica, The Matron

Main Job: Dark Knight

BACKSTORY 📜

A child was born to the Orl tribe in the midst of the Garlean occupation of Othard. Now displaced, the tribe was forced to leave their lands and search for another place to continue their way of life. After about five years, the tribe reached Aldenard and were drawn to the Coerthan highlands. For a moment, there was hope. At last, the tribe found a new home! The rejoicing would not last, however, as Ishgardian soldiers would find them. Believing the tribe to be descended from dragons, they were massacred. Somehow, the child escaped the carnage by running away.

Sometime after, a Duskwight woman, Léonne Ormesang, finds the child unconscious while checking traps in the Chocobo Forest, Dravania. Not having many other options, she decided to take them in to raise as her own. It was a bit of a rough start, what with the language barriers and severe trauma, but in time the two would form an unbreakable bond as mother and child. Eventually, Léonne discovered the child could remember little from before she found them, not even their name. Thus, she gave the child the name Amor Valentine.

The two lived a meager lifestyle, calling a run-down shack in the forest (with some rather nice stables) home. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Amor, and that's what mattered. They got a very basic education from Léonne, which was supplemented with quite detailed knowledge on the subject of chocobos. Amor was a bit slow in learning to read and write, but they excelled in all things chocobo. They developed a strong fixation on the creatures, and dedicated much of their waking hours tending to the birds Léonne would catch before they were eventually sold off. It was a very sad day for all involved when they first found that particular detail out.

Though all was well with just them and Léonne, Amor struggled greatly when it came to other people. Their first visits to Tailfeather were a nightmare. If they weren't frozen in fear by the sight of so many strangers, they would agitated from sensory overload, or worst of all, having a full meltdown should an Elezen man get too close. It took a few years before they could visit Tailfeather without issue, but by that point the town mostly viewed them as an unruly, fussy child.

Things took a turn for the worst during adolescence. The unpreparedness for what they would face in puberty (namely outgrowing all of their clothes overnight) brought the realization that they knew nothing of their heritage, and neither did anyone on this side of the star. This triggered a spiral into depression so severe that they barely took notice of the devastation that was about to be wrought by the fall of Dalamud. However, their despair would eventually harden into resolve to one day search for the truth of their past.

Upon their 20th nameday, Amor made the decision to venture out into the world, to discover who they are. After a heartfelt conversation with Léonne, they packed a bag and left Dravania. It was not an easy journey, traversing the now frozen hellscape of Coerthas while subconsciously avoiding encounters with any Ishgardian knights. Eventually, they made it to Gridania, where they took the first step on a journey they never would have imagined.

And with that out of the way, welcome to the Amor Valentine experience!

[joanscraftworld]

Love Cats Card Idea

Stampin’ Up! has the cutest stamp set called Love Cats. This card was made for Valentines Day but you can also just use the images for any type of card you need to make for a cat person. This stamp set does not have coordinating dies or punch so it is easier to just stamp the image and use a shape die/punch to cut out or if you really feel like “fussy cutting” you can always use Stampin’ Up!…

[scrapstudioes]

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[liaromancewriter]

His Girls

Premise: Ethan Ramsey never thought he’d have a family of his own, but fate had other plans.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,080

A/N: This fic was requested by @rookiemartin. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Flufftober “Forehead kisses” and for @choicesficwriterscreations​ Naughty or Nice event, using the ‘nice’ prompt, “My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.”

The luxurious condo on Boston’s waterfront was eerily quiet, the only sound the hum of a refrigerator. The ordinarily pristine living room held remnants of a party, streamers, paper plates and plastic cups. The banner hanging across the fireplace mantel signaled it was Double Trouble.

The revelers had left an hour ago, reluctant to leave even as their host pushed them out the door. And now the apartment was tranquil. Its occupants sleeping off a busy and tiring day. All, that is, except one.

Ethan Ramsey stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows staring at the wintery blue waters, a forgotten cup of coffee between his hands.

His mind wasn���t on the outside view or the clean-up in his not-so-distant future. He was thinking about his life and how it was nothing like he’d imagined when he and Cassie Valentine tested an fMRI machine all those years ago.

Ethan remembered answering her rather pointed questions about his personal life with amusement. At times, he’d wanted to lie but knew she would catch him out on it in the scans. He’d prevaricated where he could, except when she asked about wanting kids.

“I’m not sure if that’s in the cards for me,” he’d admitted reluctantly. “I don’t think I’d be able to be there for them, at least not the way they would need.”

He’d taken his time to think about the response, the ghosts of his past taunting him. At the time, he had firmly believed he would never have a family of his own. And, if he was honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted one either, not if it meant the possibility of heartbreak.

Little did he know that fate had other plans for him. Now he had a wife and was a brand new father to twin girls that had finally come home today after an extended stay in the neonatal ICU.

It had taken him years to accept he could be a good husband, and then he had to adjust to the idea of fatherhood. Sophie and Eloise deserved the best, and he was determined to prove he could be there for them in the way they needed.

But that didn’t mean those damn ghosts didn’t surface now and then, especially when he was alone with his thoughts. It was just too bad he’d insisted that Cassie lie down and rest. She had a way of making him see clearly.

All day long, their home had been filled with people. His dad. Cassie’s parents. Their friends. Fussy babies who were not used to being outside the hospital and overwhelmed by noise. Now that it was quiet again, it felt like something was missing.

Just then, he heard an unfamiliar sound that cut through his thoughts; a thin wail that sounded like a kitten. It took him a minute to realize it was coming from one of the baby monitors that Cassie had placed around the apartment.

Ethan froze for a second, uncertain of what he was supposed to do. Should he wake up Cassie? But she needed to take it easy, her body sore and tiring quickly from the C-section. He hoped the twins would go back to sleep on their own.

That wish was not to be granted as a second cry joined in. Worried that the noise would wake Cassie, he rushed down the hallway to the master bedroom. They were keeping the girls with them for the first few weeks, with plans to eventually move them to the bright and airy nursery he and Cassie had decorated.

Swinging the door open slowly, he tentatively stepped inside. He ran one wary eye over the bed, sighing in relief when he noticed Cassie was asleep, practically buried under the covers.

A lamp cast the room in shadows, but there was enough light to guide his way to the wide co-sleeping bassinet set against the wall. Ethan gazed down at the twins, concerned now that he couldn’t hear the sound of crying. And then he exhaled when he realized the sisters were comforting each other.

Eyes closed, they lay on their backs under the light blanket, the top of their heads leaning into each other, a faint gurgling sound escaping their lips. Their hands were on top of the blanket, pinkies touching.

The pediatrician had told them it was common for twins to reach for each other. After all, they had shared space inside the womb for nine months. And he knew from personal experience that the close bond twins shared was for life.

They were too young to smile; he knew that. But he could’ve sworn that was a smile curving Eloise’s lips. Or was that Sophie? Some father he was that he couldn’t even tell his daughters apart.

When Sophie/Eloise kicked the blanket away, he quickly readjusted it over their legs. He marveled at the size difference between his arm and the girls’ bodies. His hand appeared massive against their tiny frames, his palm spanning their combined width.

They were his to protect, he thought, absently patting them. So tiny and so precious.

For now, they were helpless and depended on him for every little thing. Eventually, they would grow up and perhaps not need him as much. That was how it should be if he and Cassie raised them right. But until then, he couldn’t fuck this up.

Ethan silently chuckled when he felt both girls go still under his hand as if sensing his presence. For a brief moment, they watched him with an unfocused gaze. And then, just as quickly, their eyes drifted close, and they seemed to settle down.

Their tiny mouths puckered, almost smacking as if searching for food. Since the last feeding was only an hour ago, Ethan didn’t think they would be hungry so soon. However, given they were Cassie’s daughters, perhaps they’d inherited her love of eating.

When Eloise/Sophie waved her hand in the air, he caught it. Her small palm barely closed around his finger, the baby-soft skin pillowy against his rougher one. Overwhelmed with love, he leaned down and kissed one soft forehead and then another.

My favorite part of the day is seeing your face, Ethan thought, his laser blue eyes staying on his girls, watching them fade into sleep.

He would get used to this. It was unfamiliar territory, sure, but he could do this. He had Cassie, his father, Naveen, and their extended family. He was not alone. Not anymore.

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[dangerouscommiesubversive]

i KNEW you'd open prompts when i was away aghhh

anyways:

any of the above for gentarou/kengo and if you wish, any of the other krc members you think deserve kisses

any of the above for shou/hikaru (ultraman ginga)

Conveniently you sent me a follow-up ask with some basic scenario requests, so I have two to use for your stories. ^_^ You wanted a Fourze Valentine's Day, and let's make this one a goofy kiss. Although it's more situationally goofy than an especially goofy kiss in and of itself.

Someone's at the apartment door, but Gentarou's in the bathroom when he hears the knocking, so by the time he gets out to answer it the knocker is long gone. The only sign they were there is a package, which was balanced on his doorknob and falls to the ground as he opens the door.

It looks small-ish, and when Gentarou picks it up he realizes that it's barely the size of his hand. It's white and clean and labeled neatly in plain black pen, Kisaragi Gentarou with no address and a return address that just says, Utahoshi.

Utahoshi!

He not-quite-slams the door and then nearly cuts his hand slicing the package open. Inside the neat white wrapper is a gray jewelry box, also small, with a note taped to the top:

1. Stick it to a door. No, it doesn't matter what door as long as you can fit through it.

2. Flip the switch.

3. Open the door.

No signature, but he'd recognize Kengo's fussy handwriting anywhere.

He opens the jewelry box and there's an Astro Switch inside. It's not numbered; instead, where the number label would go, there's a picture of a rabbit. He stares at it for a moment and then lets out a delighted whoop, pulls it out, and slaps it against his front door, where it promptly sticks. When he flips the switch, there's a beat, and then a faint electronic voice says, "Door on."

He very nearly charges through the door right away, stops himself, takes a moment to check his hair, straighten his clothes, and grab a different white box from the kitchen counter, and then pulls the door open and runs through the newly-revealed tunnel of light.

At the end of the tunnel he pauses for a second, checks his hair again, makes sure he's got a grip on the gift in his hands, and bursts through the door with a gleeful shout of, "Hey, Kengo, I didn't know you were re--oh wow, is that a couch?"

Kengo wheels back from one of the computer consoles with a pained sigh completely at odds with his tiny smile. "Yes, it's a couch. I decided that if I was going to rebuild this place I might as well make it more comfortable, since obviously you're all going to insist on hanging out here."

"Yeah, you made a whole little lounge area, that's awesome. Oh, did you move it a little, the view's even better--"

"I tracked down some of my father's notes and you have no idea how complicated it was to reconstruct this at all, let alone improve on it or design the door switches." Another, more affectionate sigh as Gentarou immediately starts putting his hands on everything in the new Rabbit Hutch, and then Kengo unfolds his cane and stands up from his chair with a suppressed wince. "So are you going to say hello to me or what, Kisaragi?"

Gentarou comes thundering over, there's a brief and only somewhat grudging execution of the handshake, and then he pulls Kengo into a hug and says, right into his ear, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have helped."

"It was a surprise. Something is poking me in the back."

"Oh, that, yeah you remember what day it is tomorrow, right?"

Kengo frowns at him. "I...no, what day is it tomorrow?"

"Valentine's!" Gentarou holds out the little wrapped box. "I was going to mail these to you today, but then I got the switch, so I figured I'd just bring them here. Happy Valentine's Day, Kengo."

Kengo takes the box of chocolates with a puzzled nod, says, "Thank you," and then makes a startled noise as Gentarou leans forward and kisses him. "Kisaragi," when his mouth is free, "Gentarou, give me some warning when you--look, here." He digs a remote out of his pocket and presses a red button on it, and Gentarou feels everything lighten. "I turned off the artificial gravity, can you help me get over to the couch? If you're going to insist on kissing me then I'd rather be sitting down."

"I mean, I don't have to kiss you if you don't want me to."

"I didn't say I didn't want you to, I've just had to do a lot of standing up today and if I don't get some rest I'm not going to be able to get in and out of the bath tonight."

"Right, ok, here we go--man, I've missed being able to bounce like this. So this means I can kiss you more?"

"Yes, it means you can kiss me more, didn't I say that?"

Ten minutes later the switch-entry door hisses open, there's the faint slap of sneakers on the floor as someone else bounces through, and JK says, "Oh, so the party's already gotten started."

Gentarou pulls back and says, cheerfully, "No, if Kengo had told me he was rebuilding the Rabbit Hutch we could have had a party. I would've brought a cake. Maybe a really big cake and I could turn into Fourze and pop out of the top of it. You know, like," gesturing, "it's the new Rabbit Hutch!"

Kengo stares up at him. "I don't think that would be very appropriate."

"Why not? We've been friends for years now, don't you want to see me jump out of a cake?"

"More to the point," JK says, plaintively, "don't I get a kiss?"

"I don't feel any particular need to see you jump out of a cake, no."

"It would be so fun, though. Plus, then there's cake."

"We can just have cake, Gentarou, I don't see why anyone needs to jump out of it. Besides, it'd be a fire--"

"Who's jumping out of a cake?" Miu says, stepping delicately through the entry door, her shoes clicking on the floor. "Everyone else is right behind me, I should--Shun, don't step on my heels."

"Sorry, Miu--here, Yuuki, do you need a hand?" Shun helps Yuuki over the doorstep, and then Ryuusei and Tomoko step through together behind her and the door shuts with a click. "What about cake? JK, what are they talking about?"

The others all look up at JK, now perched on the edge of the loft space, and he grins and waves at everyone. "Hey hey hey, all my girls, gays, and theys," he says in his best I-have-a-podcast-now voice, "it's your boy J to the K, currently languishing in the newly rebuilt Rabbit Hutch while one of the hottest guys he knows completely refuses to give him any sugar in favor of making out with this mad scientist he just found."

Kengo, red-faced, says, "We weren't making out, we were just, just taking a second and then JK got here early."

"I was going to jump out of a cake," Gentarou says, helpfully. "As Fourze. You know, to celebrate the new Rabbit Hutch, and also because it's Valentine's."

Ryuusei pinches the bridge of his nose. "Gentarou, putting the Fourze suit inside a cake would be a fire hazard."

Kengo nods vigorously. "That's what I was trying to tell him, but he kept getting hung up on whether or not I wanted to see him jump out of a cake."

"I'd just like to point out," JK says, "that I still haven't gotten any kisses, despite having asked very nicely."

"Would someone please get up there and kiss JK so he stops asking."

Yuuki bounces up to the loft, kisses JK on the cheek, and then bounces down again with a gleeful cry of, "Oh, the view's even better now!"

"Oh, come on, is that all I get?"

"Maybe if you came down from there one of us could give you a better kiss," Nozama says, and she speaks very softly, but everyone turns to listen to her anyway. "You know Yuuki isn't interested in kissing. Also," she holds up a white paper box, "we have cake, Ryuusei and I were about to have it when the switches arrived and we thought we'd bring it along to share with everyone." A dreamy smile. "It's red velvet with black frosting."

"It looks very ominous," Ryuusei adds, as if this is a selling point.

Gentarou whoops delightedly and bounces off Kengo's lap. "All right, we can have a party. JK, come on down and I'll kiss you and then we can all have cake. Here, let's pull the table over, Kengo's not doing standing up right now--"

"And if you get crumbs in my equipment I'll kill you."

"--and if we get cake in his stuff we're all dead so we shouldn't cut near the consoles, come on." Gentarou bounds over to the table and grabs one end of it as Shun grabs the other. "Let's have a Kamen Rider Club Valentine's party! We haven't gotten to do one of those in years!"

[dc418writes]

•The Cutest Third Wheel•

*RE-UPLOAD!*

✨Pairing✨: gamer!Jake JensenxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: A little visitor halts your Valentine’s Day plans

⚠️: Pretty much all fluff (besides a little implied grown up time towards the end lol), two nerdy lovebirds into a likkle role play

A/N🎙: My little late Valentine’s Day idea I wanted to have out on the actual day but that didn’t work out 🙃 lol. I was honestly so into this story at first, but after finishing it idk how to feel about it (I don’t think it’s my best), but hopefully you guys enjoy it

“Oh Jaaake,” you sing locking the front door behind you. Glossy shopping bags from your quick trip to the mall after work rustling with every step closer to your living room. “Guess what I go-.”

“Hey Tink,” he whispers with the brightest smile. “Look who came to visit.” Lightly bouncing in the middle of the room, his two-month-old nephew lied peacefully in his strong arms suckling his pacifier as his lashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks struggling to stay awake. An adorable sight, but definitely not expected this Friday evening.

Your bags are forgotten though, discarded by the couch as you carefully hurry over to the both of them giving each a short peck. Baby Finn’s on his forehead and Jensen’s on his already puckered lips.

“Is everything okay with Diana and Tom?”

“Yea they’re fine, just needed some time to themselves. We were talking on Wednesday and she sounded exhausted, so since we weren’t doing anything this weekend I offered to watch Finn so they could have a break. I hope that’s okay?”

Were you a little disappointed your surprise would now probably have to wait until his birthday? Yes, but it was already being remedied by little infant snores. Jake didn’t know about your plans, plus you both typically avoided trying to go out Valentine’s Day—or the weekend before—to avoid the heavy influx of couples crowding every restaurant. You couldn’t fault him for expecting the usual or just simply trying to help his little sister in need.

“Yea of course. We even said we’d watch the kids anytime they needed. Speaking of, what about Josie?”

“She’s at a sleepover so she’ll be back Sunday, which is also when they’re coming to get Finn,” he answers setting him in his motion rocker before lying the blanket across his lower half and cutting on the device. “What’s in the bags?”

“Oh, nothin. Just uh little stuff,” you nervously answer hoping he wouldn’t pry more.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go stream for an hour. By the time I’m done he’ll probably be up for a bottle.”

You loved watching uncle Jake in action. Having so much experience with Josie, he was practically a pro with deciphering between hungry and wet cries, and pretty much knew every trick to calming a fussy baby. At the end of the day, he was still that dorky uncle at times who was a bit of a pushover, but seeing him do so well with both kids honestly made it tough to not push him up against the nearest wall.

“Oh! And I was thinkin’ tomorrow we could go to the park, see all the birds and stuff. Maybe even Petsmart so he can see all the animals they have!”

“Aw, that sounds good babe.”

Yea, it’s gonna take the strength of a thousand nuns for you not to climb that man this weekend.

———

“Left foot, then right. We shimmy up the legs anddd done! Your butt is now clean sir Finn,” Jake states blowing raspberries against his chubby cheek making him gurgle. “Now, you are gonna sit here while I get your food ready.”

Carrying him to his car seat on the counter, he carefully straps him in playfully nibbling on his outstretched hand to earn another gummy smile. His smile soon turns to fussy whines though seeing his uncle place the bottle in the warmer instead of his mouth. “It’s coming bubba, just gotta warm it first.”

That’s not enough for hungry Finn, whose whines only grow louder.

“Finn look! Peek-a-boo!,” he coos hiding behind his hands and reappearing a few seconds later. “Peek-a-boo! No? Okay how about…it’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you! But when we are apart I feel it tooo,”

He’s distracted enough by his uncle’s dramatics that his whines cease and gurgles return, along with a slight tilt of his head. “I see your mother has already tailored your music taste in the right direction. And no matter what I do I feel the painnn with or without you!”

So focused on his performance as he sings into the wisk, he doesn’t hear you step into the kitchen or feel your presence a few feet behind him biting your lip to conceal your grin. Of all the times to not have your phone, this had to be one of the worse watching as he attempted some form of boyband choreography in his grey sweats hanging low around his hips and Star Wars themed socks.

Finn just continued with his intrigued gurgles as Jake finally reached for the yellow bottle, testing the liquid’s temperature on his wrist before feeding his nephew. Head lightly bobbing as he hummed the rest of the song.

“Wow Finn, you got breakfast and a show huh?,” you speak making your boyfriend jump and the bottle slip from Finn’s lips, nearly dropping to the counter below.

“Jeez honey don’t scare me like that.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t tear up your heart did I?,” you wink kissing his tattooed shoulder before moving to Finn’s cheek causing him to smile.

“Hey no laughing at your embarrassed uncle,” Jake pouts only extending the baby’s now excited gurgles.

———

trickortrick212: Jake uh you got something on your shirt

“What?!,” he asks feigning shock looking down to see a sleeping baby strapped to his chest. “Huh, I thought my chest felt heavy.”

Gamer_Gang: omg such a dork, but we love💛 lol

“This is my nephew Finn, who is currently sleeping and why I’m trying not to be loud. Sleeping Finn, meet the chat,” he smiles gently waving Finn’s limp hand for him.

Jensonsfave651: your sister actually trusted YOU to watch a child???Butterflii: yeaaa even if someone paid me to..idk if I’d let you watch my kid👀👀

“Um I’m amazing with kids okay? I practically helped raise my niece and she’s perfectly fine.”

GloballyFin€: and she has all arms and legs? Fingers and toes🤨??KidDecoy45: he’s so cute☺️!!! Great now I have baby fever😩

“Sorry KidDecoy. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been going through the same this whole weekend,” he chuckles. “And okay globally, there may or may not have been an incident when she was five involving a cheese grater, but she lived!”

OOreOOs: somebody please check on the baby. Is he really even sleeping?

“Yes he’s sleeping..and also currently pooping or farting,” Jake coughs waving his hand in front of his nose attempting to get rid of the smell.

Smilees80: ohh Jake’s got baby feverrr, we know what that means😏😉

“It’ll probably be a while before we have kids smilees, but if I’m being honest…I can’t wait! Yea I know kids are tough, and it’ll be challenging at times, but I know we can do it.”

Frenchiefries_browneyes: AHHH my heart🥰🥰!! Just get married already!! And we better get invites!BroomBroom71: my guy’s blushing! I remember when he first told us about Y/N

“One day guys. Also I love how I can openly talk about stuff like this and you guys don’t judge—well more than you already do,” he grins. “Seriously though, it’s why I love you.”

The doorbell sounding throughout the apartment and two excited squeals for greetings soon after signal his sister’s arrival coming to pick up Finn. It’s not like this would be the last he’d see his nephew, but Jake still couldn’t help but sigh peering down at their small guest still happily snoring.

“Well looks like we have to go guys. I might stream again later tonight but we’ll see, I’ll send a notification out. Bye guys, and say bye to Finn!” With a small wave, including one from baby, Jake sighs stopping his stream and sitting back to peer down at his nephew. Softly smiling to himself as he gently grazes two fingers over the thin hairs on his head.

“I hate to see you go bubs, we had fun this weekend. Given you slept most of the time, but when you’re awake you’re wild man,” he grins. “I say we do Vegas next!”

“Let’s get him potty trained first before he’s hittin’ slots,” Diana giggles extending her arms and grabbing for her son. “Hi baby! We missed you so much, yes we did!”

“Wow thanks D, I’ve missed you guys too. You know, we should do a couples night sometime.” This earns him a playful smack to his abdomen with her free hand as she cradles Finn in her other arm.

“Thanks again for watching him for us, both of you are more amazing than you’ll ever know. He didn’t give you too hard of a time did he?”

“No, he was perfect! Mostly slept. Loved his tummy time,” you smile holding onto his tiny hand. “He was only really fussy when he was hungry.”

“Just like his mother,” Jake adds with a childlike, toothy smile. His sister was minimally amused.

“Ha, funny! Be glad there’s a child in my hands.”

“Seriously though, anytime you guys need a break or help, you know we’re here.”

It wasn’t long after that you both helped with collecting Finn’s things and placing them in her silver mini suv. Watching them drive away, you couldn’t help but notice how Jake seemed to deflate a bit. Holding onto your waist a little tighter as his chin dropped to your shoulder. He tended to do the same with Josie too hating to see her go just as she hated to leave her favorite—albeit only—uncle Jake.

“You okay?,” you ask with arms folded over his.

“Yea,” he sighs. “Just gonna miss him that’s all. I know I’ll see him again probably in a couple weeks or so, but..I don’t know..it was fun having him around.”

“Sounds like someone’s having baby fever.”

“You have no idea Tink,” he lowly chuckles pecking your neck before moving towards the couch. From the look on his face, not impressed with what was on any of the channels he scrolled through.

“Well, I was gonna save this for tomorrow buttt I think you could use the pick me up.”

“Wait…tomorrow?,” he asks as you quickly kiss his lips before skipping to your shared bedroom and locking the door behind you. He was still stumped sitting back against the couch’s cushions until you shyly reappeared making his mouth gape.

A bright orange bob atop your head, the white crop top under the orange, futuristic looking suspenders that connected at your crotch stopped just below your breasts leaving your middle completely bare to the open air. The gold and black tights caressed every curve of your bottom half entirely too well to not have been personally designed for you and you alone before stopping just above your sock covered ankles.

All Jake could seem to do was rake up and down your body over and over, hand combing through his frosted tips before he was finally able to stand with a shocked smile.

“Wow…I literally can’t even think right now Tink.”

“Tink? No, Leeloo,” you correct holding up the plastic card meant to represent your “multipass”.

“Oh of course, excuse me your highness,” he partially bows. “And what do I owe the privilege of such a visit from the gorgeous element herself?”

“Heard you mention I was first um…can’t remember word…”

He softly chuckles to himself remembering your conversation about a month ago that essentially made all of this possible. You happened to mention how you always thought Anakin Skywalker—looking past the whole evil, murderer, dark lord thing—was cute while watching Episode Two together. This led to both of you discussing your fictional crushes over beers and popcorn, and your boyfriend’s own confession slipping past his pretty lips with a bashful smile.

Stepping closer, he stuffs his hands in his pockets as he shyly looks down at the dark hardwood beneath his feet. “Crush,” he clears his throat, “You were my first fictional character crush.”

“Crush. Means?,” you innocently ask from beneath your lashes driving him even crazier—as it always did.

“Crush is when you really like someone and think they’re cute. You can’t stop thinkin’ about em. Wanna be with them all the time.”

“Be with?”

“Yea, like hang out. Watch movies. Go on dates-,”

“Bedroom dates?” It’s adorable how visibly flustered his mind becomes at just your touch as your fingers toy with the hem of his muscle hugging black shirt and occasionally the hairs leading to not so little Jensen.

“Uh um y-yea. Definitely those too. The more of those dates the better!,” he nervously chuckled as you reach your hands behind his neck bringing him down for a kiss deep enough that nearly had his heart stopping.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do it every day from now on,” he states. Eyes hazy and smiling in a goofy daze as if drunk off your lips.

“Happy early Valentine’s my Jakey.”

You couldn’t seem to get enough of each other as both sets of your hands roamed over what they could, gripping and pulling even closer when it didn’t seem possible. Your feet blindly journeyed back a couple of steps towards your bedroom with him following before his red, swollen lips are taken away making you whine.

“Jakeee.”

“I’m sorry, I just gotta do something really quick.” He gives a hurried peck before jogging over to his phone sat on the couch tapping against the screen equally as fast to get to wherever it was he needed.

“Make it fast because there’s a stone you have to find and I don’t know how much longer I can hide it,” you casually add as you turn to lie across the foot of your bed.

Wait…does she mean..?

Throwing a wink his way, your stunned boyfriend types the fastest he’s ever done putting the most seasoned stenographer to shame, and tossing his phone wherever after not even caring if he cracked it in the process.

Jakethegamer: No stream tonight guys, c u tmrw! Also the person who DMs me the best last minute Valentine’s present gets a $100 gift card to anywhere!!

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[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

//

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.