#wanna pinch her little chubby cheeks

[manie-sans-delire-x]

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

girl i love your shut up mom and career day fic so much!!!!!! i was wondering if you can do something similar to bothh? no pressure if you dont wanna!

Baby's first words

Tags: fluff, crack, jjk men as dads x fem!reader, angst on Nanami's!!!

Synopsis: You and your husband have been trying to get your child to say their first words. Chaos ensues.

An: I hope this is close enough to what you were requesting!! I really couldn't think of much more. Also, I want to point out that I completely forgot that Todo's first name is Aoi. I want to clarify that it is completely unrelated to your baby's name with Satoru lol.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

"Alright Aoi, say da-da, and I'll give you this yummy scoop of baby food." Your husband coaxes as he holds out a spoonful of baby food just out of your small baby's reach.

"Stop bribing our kid to say dada." You giggle as you walk up to your adorable baby sat in his high chair. You fluffed Satoru's hair affectionately with your hand. These were the moments that made life worth living.

"Hmph. I want dada to be his first word. Wouldn't that be so cool?" He asks with a small pout as he coaxes your baby's attention again with the spoon. "C'mon Aoi, da-da." He sounds out the word phonetically to try to teach Aoi.

However, your pretty blue-eyed baby looked up at you with the brightest smile. "Mama!" Aoi cried as he made grabby hands for you.

Yours and Satoru's mouths completely dropped. While you immediately started laughing and picking up Aoi out of the highchair to snuggle your baby, your husband just looked at you with a bittersweet pout. He wanted to be y'all's baby's first words, but it was worth it to see your reaction to Aoi saying mama.

"That's right, baby. Mama." You encourage, smooching him on his chubby little cheek.

"Alright, I get it kid. I'd say mama to get a kiss too." Satoru laughs as he holds out his cheek towards you with a playful grin.

Jokingly rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to Satoru's cheek too.

SUGURU

"Alright girls, can you say da-da?" You said to the two young twin girls in their highchairs. You pointed to Geto as he stood next to you.

"They're too young to be talking, darling." He muses as he looks at your twin girls.

"But they're not too young to learn. Don't act like you don't want to hear them say dada." You poke Geto in his side, causing for him to let out a hearty chuckle.

"I want to keep them as young for as long as possible. Watching them grow up is going to send me into an early retirement." He says as he lovingly rubs on your back.

A doorbell sounding throughout the house caused your husband to sigh deeply. He hated being pulled away from these moments with you and the girls.

"Were you expecting someone?" You curiously ask.

"No, it's probably just one of those filthy monkeys again." He gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Dada!" Mimiko shouts with a giggle, garnering both your attentions.

"You really have to stop saying that in front of the girls." You chide as Geto picks up Mimiko from her highchair.

"My sweet girl." He grins at the baby in his hands and blows a raspberry on her cheek.

The doorbell rings again, and you sigh this time. "I guess I'll go get it." You say as you start to walk away.

"M-m... ma..ma.." Nanako quietly whimpered as your presence left the room.

"Oh, it's okay, little one. She'll be back." Geto soothes as he picks his other daughter up with his other arm. What's the purpose of having two arms if you couldn't snuggle both your twin daughters at the same time?

After scaring off a salesman, you return to the heartwarming sight.

"You missed it, darling. Nanako said mama." Geto informs you with a proud smile.

"I always miss the good parts!" You complain as you scoop Nanako up out of Geto's arms. "I hope they stay this little forever."

"Me too."

TOJI

"Okay Gumi, can you say ma-ma?" You say as you're staring with a bright smile at your flat expression baby. He honestly looks like he might be judging you for even insinuating that he'd say mama.

"Okay, tough crowd." You muse as you hand Megumi one of his toys for him to play with.

You have been trying to teach him how to say mama for the past month or so, but he hasn't really said much of anything. He'll babble sometimes, but it's rare.

You were concerned about his mental and social development, but his pediatrician assured you that there was nothing wrong with little Megumi.

"He just doesn't want to talk yet." The doctor informed you with a lighthearted laugh.

It was semi-funny, but you couldn't help and compare with other moms. You knew it was wrong and every baby developed at their own rate, but you really just wanted to hear your baby's sweet voice.

Toji walks in through the front door immediately kicking his shoes off. "No one touch me. I'm covered in blood." He grunts as he tries his best to maneuver and not spread the blood everywhere.

Given his job, you were already use to this. "It's not yours, right?" You ask as you look up at him.

"Course not, babe. What do you take me for? An amateur?" He asks with a cocky grin.

Megumi looks up from his highchair, and his eyes immediately go as big as saucers upon seeing his dad walk in through the door. "Papa!" He immediately cries out, making grabby hands towards Toji.

You stare at your son in disbelief. "You little traitor!" You whine, but you also feel the relief pool into you. Your baby really just didn't want to talk to you, but that's fine.

"Ahh you little shit. You would do this when I can't pick you up. Your mama will kill me if I get blood on you." He grins as he carefully pats Megumi's hair with a clean hand.

"Damn right. Go shower." You instruct with a small grin.

"Yes mam." He retorts playfully as he shot you a little wink.

SUKUNA

"Okay Ryu, say ma-ma." You say to your little pink-haired baby as he's looking at you from his high chair.

"That's so amateur. He's the son of the king." Sukuna says as he pulls up a chair and sits backwards in it, facing y'all's baby. "Say dismantle." He grins wildly, and your sweet baby just giggles at him.

"You dare laugh in the face of a king, hm?" Sukuna asks as he playfully narrows his eyes. Despite how scary he was trying to seem, Ryu just kept smiling at him and giggling.

"Stop trying to get our baby to say cursed techniques." You chide your husband while shaking your head.

"Fine. Say Satoru Gojo's a bitch."

"Ryomen!"

"What!?" Sukuna shouts defensively. "I'll never forgive that white-haired bastard for teaching his kid to say 'kuna sucks'." You quietly laugh remembering that random video that was sent to you two.

In their older age, Sukuna and Satoru had settled on having a baby race. Constantly filming their baby's milestones and gloating to the other.

Sukuna had practically cheered whenever little Ryu was eating more solid foods than Gojo's kid was.

"D...d.." Ryu babbles and tries to get his syllables right.

"Woman. Get your phone machine out. He's going to cast his first domain." Sukuna says as he's immediately grabbing onto your arm.

"Sukuna, for the last time. It's just called a phone, and he's not going to cast a domain." You say as you start recording your little baby Ryu.

"Da..da... dada." Your son babbles out reaching up towards his dad.

Sukuna's face slightly drops, but it wasn't to one of sadness. No, he felt surprised. His son was reaching to him, calling for him. To most people, he was the King of Curses, but to little Ryu, he was simply dada.

Your husband scoops your son into his arms, hugging him lovingly. "I'll let you slide just this once. Next time you'll cast a domain." He says playfully while cradling his son in his arms.

Later, you would get a text from Gojo after sending him that video.

Gojo: Cute kid. Sukuna looks happy. Fucker is finally softening in his prehistoric age.

NANAMI

"Say da-da..." Your voice plays over Nanami's phone as he watches the video you just sent him of you teaching Hana how to say her first words.

"Dada!" Hana yells with a cheerful smile while clapping her little hands together.

Your husband smiles, missing you two dearly right now. It feels like his heart lives outside his chest. If he could afford it, he'd go home and snuggle with you two.

Yn: Stay safe out there, Ken. Please.

He promptly texts back, promising that he'll be back home before you know it. Though, something about the air in Shibuya tonight gave Nanami second guesses about that.

He could leave. He could leave right now and return home to you and his daughter, but his students and his peers need him.

Yn: The power's out here, Ken. Is everything alright?

Yn: Jesus I can hear the explosions from here...

Yn: Please tell me that you're safe...

Yn: Hana and I are evacuating. I love you. Please text me as soon as you can.

Yn: You fuckig promised... you liedd to me.

Yn: What do I tell Hana every time she says dada?

[macveigh]

a literal angel 🥺

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

mixed-matched socks | s.r. x pregnant!fem reader

“look out! laundry downpour, ahhh!” you indoor screamed as you slowly dumped the freshly dried clothing over a lying annabeth. her high pitched screeching bursted your eardrums, but were quickly muffled by a shirt and jacket. her little fingers and toes wiggling like worms in her clothing dirt.

“how’s it feel?” spencer asked as he plucked her baby face free of cotton. her smile, that spencer insisted was yours, pushes her cheeks into her eyes causing them to disappear. “like a group cuddle,” she practically sighed in content.

grabbing a random top, one of annabeth’s cartoon kittens tees, you got to work separating the fabrics. “miss bethie, could you look for anyone of your clothes and place them here. this is your pile responsibility.”

“okie dokie,” and she crawled through spencer’s button ups and some of your summer dresses, holding each new piece of clothing in the air, declaring victory before dropping it to her pile. you and spencer worked through and over her to make your own piles, spencer would iron his clothes and you would steam yours.

“all…done!” she gave a bounce to the bed causing her to wobble and both of you quickly shooting your arms out to prevent any accidents. “careful baby,” spencer gently chided. “let’s cross cross apple sauce,” lightly tapping her calf. she plopped her little body down, her pile tipping to the side.

“let’s do some folding. do you know how we fold?” spencer asked annabeth while you started to work on steaming your clothes. “i only see, not do.” her palms patted her knees.

“that’s okay, its real easy.” spencer grabbed one of his sleep shirts for a demonstration. “just hold it up like this, then push the sides in like this then fold. all done.”

you looked over to see annabeth holding a pastel blue top up, her fingers pinching the shoulders as she stared it down. spencer’s larger hands atop hers to guide her through the simple formation, he helped with a few more then she did one all on her own.

“easy peasy, lemon squeezy.” she hummed to herself.

“wanna fold daddy’s socks? he likes when you mix-match them.” wanting her to do another task to keep her occupied and get the chores done quickly.

she looked to spencer, matching brown eyes gleaming into each other, “can i?” asking excitedly. spencer kissed the top of her head, “of course, sweetie. makes my work day brighter.”

annabeth is used to doing the socks, the action simple for her tiny chubby hands. it was her first task once she started to join both of you on this glorious adult chore, always a soft hum under her breath.

it made you look back from before she was around, you doing this alone in your family home with music blaring in headphones, to then sharing a space with spencer and being a bit cautious of crossing a certain line with your knowledge of his germophobia. then one day a shirt got mixed with his wash then a loose sock with yours, then you both were just sitting in the living room watching reruns of doctor who with spencer mindlessly spewed out facts. when you got pregnant spencer would do the lifting of the baskets and you would lay back in your bed going at a slow pace with spencer beside you as he took folded pieces and put them away so you didn’t have to get up a million times.

now it’s the three of you working together with a three month bump barely showing under your lifted tee. something so simple and mundane when you were a teenager that was a tiring chore now shifted into family bonding time, seeing your husband and daughter talk quietly as she held up a pair of dark blue and neon orange socks giggling as she balled them together.

laundry day has become one of your favorite chore days.

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a/n: inspired by @beansarecooler for an idea they left on a post.

[devoutekuna]

Getting woken up by his child

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

A/N- Toji's part is from my previous blog

Sukuna

"Get out" Gripping the poor boy by his shoulders, only making him kick and squeak for you even more. He was sick and tired of his son coming to wake you up in the middle of the night. Especially when it wasn't anything important. He treasured his alone time with you, anywhere away from his offspring who did nothing but terrorizing him.

"Get off!" Trying to slap and kick his father, taking the boy out of the shared bedroom, dropping him onto the ground before closing the door on him. The pink haired man walked back to your sleeping body, smirking at the sound of his son's pleas.

Nanami-

"Why do you need mummy?" Rolling over to fair the fair haired toddler, who was climbing onto the bed, trying to use his legs as a handle bar. A giant grin appearing on his face as he saw his parent. "Papa!" Hands sticking out as he wanted to get on the bed. "Upsies" picking up the kid as he sat him on his chest. Gently pinching his cheek as he waited for a response. "Me hungry" pointing to himself as he expected food to appear. Sighing as he knew that he had to tend to his son's needs but didn't want to leave his beautiful wife. Sitting up as he slipped on some slippers, latching the kid onto his hip.

Geto-

Hands wrapped around your waist as he held you close, his chest touching your back. Feeling the light taps of someone on his shoulders, glancing back to see who the culprit was. None other than his daughter. "Dad" tugging on his hair as it was the closest. "What is it sweetheart?" It had to be pretty important to disturb his sleep. "I wanna sleep in here." Not bothering to put up a fuss as he opened up the blanket towards her, quickly slipping under the covers with her toy. Letting out a puff of air as he felt the her body warmth rub against his back.

Gojo-

The feeling of hands slapping his face woke him up. The infamous grin of his son being the first sight to his day. "What the-" grabbing the child's hand as he inspected it, seeing the fresh colour of blue paint along his hand, knowing that it only meant that it was on his face. Sitting up as he grabbed the closest reflective item, seeing the blue paint adorning his face. His surroundings come to light as he scanned the room, hand prints falling upon nearly every surface he could reach. Knowing that you'd freak if you saw the mess he made. "Isn't blue your favourite colour daddy?" He knew exactly what he was doing with the teasing.

Toji-

The feeling of the duvet being pulled off him as he felt a light weight crawl onto his chest, opening his eyes to see the little black haired girl crawling onto his chest, he onesie somehow falling off her. Watching as she fell off onto the bed, slowly making her way over to you, she didn't even notice that he father was awake.

Standing up as she tried to keep her balance, falling over each time till she made her way to you. Hands falling onto your covered face. Growing annoyed as he saw how you slept so peacefully only to be woken up to your needy daughter, especially since you needed the rest because you always took care of her whilst he worked.

"Leave ya' mother alone" dragging the small baby off you. Much to her dismay as she felt her chubby clothed legs being dragged away. "Ma-ma" crying for you already as she felt his calloused hands grab her. Throwing her onto his chest, holding her legs down to make sure she didn't try to escape. "What do you want?" More like an order to respond, knowing that she probably couldn't say it since she was around 14 months old.

"Mama" pointing to your sleeping body, pouting her lips as she really wanted you. Sighing in defeat since he'd have to leave the comfort of his bed.

[archangeldyke-all]

Reader seeing sevs baby pics 🥺

She’s be the cutest little chub 😭

Hope you’ve recovered well too Angel!

lush <333 thank u so much i am feeling sooooo much better

men and minors dni

"babe, c'mere!" sevika shouts from her office.

you run into the room, expecting a problem, only to find sevika smiling up at you from the middle of the floor where she's surrounded by boxes. "what's this?" you ask.

sevika shrugs. "i was rearranging my storage closet, and i found some old baby photos of me. wanna see?" she asks.

you nearly break your back with how fast you dive to the floor. sevika cackles beside you as you settle down beside her and start making grabby hands. "show me, show me!" you demand.

you've never seen baby pictures of sevika before. her strained relationship with her dad means that the two of you only see him once or twice a year-- and those nights aren't spent happily reminiscing on her childhood-- you're usually there to insure no major fights break out.

you've imagined what sevika must've looked like as a kid-- but nothing compares to the picture she hands you. you gasp, reaching out to grab your girlfriend for stability as tears well up in your eyes.

sevika was such a cute baby. "this is you?!" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"is it that hard to believe?" she asks. it isn't. the eyes in the photo are sevika's-- but as a baby they were so much bigger. that smile is hers-- but her cheeks are chubby and pinch-able and sweet. she's grinning in the picture, little tufts of her hair sticking up at all angles, her face is covered in streaks of orange paint. "...babe?" sevika asks.

you blink up from the photo to look at your girlfriend, and you burst into tears. sevika gasps, wrapping you up in a hug and tugging you to her chest, laughing a little as she speaks. "a-are you okay? what's going on?!"

"you-- you were so cute!" you sob. sevika breaks into cackles.

"why are you crying?!" she asks.

"because-- you were so fucking cute! look at you sevika, look at that baby face!" you cry, clutching the picture to your chest. sevika chuckles and rubs your back. "oh my god, sev, i wanna wrap you up in a blanket and give you a hot chocolate-- look at your little cheeks!" you cry.

sevika snorts and kisses your cheek. "you're ridiculous."

"you're adorable." you say. "show me more." you demand.

sevika giggles. "are you just gonna look at my pictures and cry all night?" she asks.

"maybe." you say, flipping open an old photo album, your heart clenching at sevika's newborn hospital photos. "might take a break halfway through to try and make a baby with you though."

sevika bursts into laughter and kisses you soundly. "whatever you say, baby."

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[tunatoge]

brainrot by ur gojo and reader taking care of tsumiki and megumi fics 😭😭 i had an idea tho, what if gojo brought them to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 jus a lil thought, hope u had a good day today btw!! ❤❤

omg im so sorry for missing this but this is such a cute idea ily for this idea!! i hope u enjoy :)

my inbox is still open for reqs :D

pairing: teen!s. gojo x teen!reader

contents: gojo takes the kids to work, tsumiki gets attacked by a curse but megumi is there to save the day

you think your head might implode.  

tsumiki swings her legs in her car seat, singing along with the radio. her little shoes knock into the back of your seat repetitively. 

“tsum,” you say softly, rubbing at your temples with one hand, “can you stop kicking my chair, please?” the light ahead of you turns green and you follow the arc of cars turning left, silently cursing the afternoon traffic. 

“okay!” she chirps, stopping for a second before swinging her feet again. the soft thump thump thump on the back of your seat makes you grit your teeth. 

megumi shifts in his carseat, squeezing his juice pouch in between his little fingers. “do we have to go to the school?” he mumbles, sucking at the little plastic straw before throwing the garbage into the back of your car. you purse your lips as tsumiki scolds megumi. 

“sorry, megs,” you respond, tapping your finger against the steering wheel at another red light. “unfortunately, the babysitter called in sick and i’ve got plans with my parents. you’ll have to be with satoru today.” you glance at the rearview mirror, watching as megumi’s little brows pinch together and his lips begin to form a pout. tsumiki cheers. 

the light turns green and you drive the car forward, luckily missing the next couple of red lights and making it to jujutsu tech. 

“i don’t wanna go,” megumi says sharply as he crosses his arms over his chest. you hum apologetically as you swing open your car door. “i wanna be with you.” 

as you round the car and open his door, satoru appears at the top of the stairs. he smiles widely and bounds down the steps, easily reaching tsumiki’s door and helping her out of her carseat while you work on megumi’s. 

“i know, megs,” you tell him, lifting him up by his armpits and pulling him into a little hug. he clings to you, glaring at satoru behind your back. “i’ll make sure to bring back something yummy for you and tsum, okay? something salty for you and something sweet for tsum,” you promise, leaning down to set him on the sandy ground. he reluctantly lets you go. 

“okay…” he agrees, walking toward satoru who swings tsumiki around in the air while she laughs. he doesn’t turn back around and you sigh, your head throbbing with the remnants of your earlier headache. 

satoru finally turns toward you, a wide smile on his face, “don’t worry your pretty little head, everything’s gonna be totally okay!” he tucks tsumiki into his armpit like she’s a soccer ball. “we’ll see you for dinner! tell your mom i say hi, yeah?” he watches as you walk around the hood of your car. automatically, he leans forward and opens the car door for you. 

“thanks,” you murmur tentatively as you slide into your seat and diligently clip your seatbelt in place. 

satoru smiles even wider, tsumiki still tucked into his body and megumi tightly fisting his navy pants. he easily leans forward and presses a wet kiss to your cheek before leaning back and slamming your door shut. 

“bye!” he yells, his voice muffled. tsumiki waves and echoes his sentiment. you chuckle before driving away from the school. 

satoru’s grin doesn’t falter as he watches you drive away from him and the kids. a little feeling in his chest tells him that he probably should have told you about the mission he’d been assigned but he brushes it away; he knows he can handle it, he’s the strongest.

megumi tugs harder at his pants, “can you put her down?” he asks, pointing a chubby finger at tsumiki’s dangling body. 

satoru grins, “of course, gumi,” he says, placing tsumiki on the ground and crouching to help her straighten her shirt and bright pink skirt. “but you’re gonna have to take her spot!” he cheers, swiftly grabbing megumi and picking him up. “c’mon, tsumiki!” he calls as he bounds back up the stairs, megumi in his arms. 

yaga waits for satoru at the top, his arms crossed over his chest. satoru whistles happily as he stops in front of him. 

“don’t you think you should’ve told them you have a mission today?” yaga asks, staring at megumi and tsumiki. “you can’t take them with you.” 

gojo stops whistling, reaching upward to slide his glasses down an inch. “who says?” he challenges. “i’m not hearing too many objections. are you, tsumiki, megumi?” megumi glowers in his arms and tsumiki shakes her head. 

“nope!” she chirps. “we’ll be okay, mr. yaga! satoru’s the strongest!” 

yaga stares at the little girl, “fine,” he relents after a minute. “take them, but if they get hurt i’m not vouching for you, satoru.” 

satoru shift megumi into one arm and leans down and scoops tsumiki into his other arm. “no buts, yaga, my kids aren’t going to get hurt.” he smirks before teleporting away from the school, leaving a little cloud of dust in his wake. 

the three of them reappear in a closed off subway station. the lights overhead flicker sporadically and gojo huffs. he places megumi and tsumiki on the concrete floor near a little bench.

“wait here,” he says softly, slowly taking his glasses off his face. he vanishes from their sight.

megumi puffs his cheeks. “don’t you think it’s a bad idea that he left us?” he asks tsumiki who settles into the subway bench and begins to swing her feet. she hums to herself. 

“i trust him!” she says and megumi’s stomach drops at the sight of a dark shadow slinking toward her. 

“tsumiki,” he starts, looking around for satoru. “i think we should move.” 

she looks at him, “huh? but satoru said to stay here–” before she can finish, the low level curse launches itself at her. tsumiki yelps loudly as the slimy monster begins to drag her away. 

megumi clasps his hands together, the exact way satoru had taught him, and lets out a cry of frustration when his two dogs don’t appear. “please, please, please,” he whimpers, clasping his hands together over and over. 

finally, two dogs appear from the subway shadows and throw themselves at the curse dragging tsumiki away. they tear at its slimy body and tsumiki runs toward megumi. 

before she can reach him, megumi’s body is hauled into the air. he yelps loudly, turning around to glare at satoru as he smiles brightly. his blue eyes are nearly blinding. 

“you two okay?” satoru asks somewhat out of breath, he looks at tsumiki who picks sticks and rocks and other grime out of her hair and clothes. 

she nods, “megumi saved me!” 

“yeah? wait ‘till (y/n) hears about that!” satoru grins, picking tsumiki up and teleporting the three of them back to the school. your car is pulled in front of the school and you’re leaning against the hood, your cellphone gripped tightly in your hands. 

“satoru gojo,” you grumble as he approaches you. he settles the kids back onto the floor before wrapping his arms around you. 

“hi, my love,” he greets, pressing little kisses to the top of your head. “how are the in-laws doing?” 

you push at his chest and glare up at him, impatiently tapping your foot against the dirt. “they’re not your in-laws. why didn’t you tell me you had a mission?” 

satoru shoves his hands deep into his pockets. “ahh, it never came up! and don’t worry, pretty, they will be soon.” he leans back casually and grins at the way your face heats. 

megumi clings to your pantleg and you look down at him. your nose wrinkles. 

“satoru… why does megumi smell like a cursed spirit?” you look over at tsumiki and your eyes narrow at her messy clothes. “satoru gojo, you better not tell me what i think happened.” 

tsumiki jumps up, “don’t be mad at satoru!” she says. “we’re all safe and megumi saved me!” 

your glare turns back to satoru. “we’ll talk about this later,” you promise before turning to megumi who blushes deeply and turns away. 

“i summoned demon dogs,” he mumbles shyly. 

your mood immediately lightens, “really? that’s awesome, megs!” you praise, bringing him up into your arms and twirling him around in a circle. “that calls for ice cream, don’t you think?” 

megumi nods as you pull him into hug. “can i get two scoops?” 

“of course you can. let’s go right now!” you open the car door and situate megumi into his seat. tsumiki giggles and crawls into her seat and waits for you to buckle her in. 

“i call shotgun!” satoru sings. 

you turn to him, “not you, since you have another mission according to yaga.” 

satoru’s jaw drops as you clip tsumiki in and shut her car door with your hip. he watches as you sit in the driver’s seat. 

“i’ll save you a cup,” you tell him, winking before driving away.

[charlesf1leclerc]

Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding

summary: Christmas tree decorating with the Leclerc family

“ ok hot coco for everyone” you said as you walked into the living room where your three kids were sat around Charles as he put the tree together and put the lights on so you could start decorating.

“ Yay! “ Sicily yelled coming up to where you put the drinks down on the table.

“ careful it’s hot baby “ you said patting the top of her head before walking over to the play mat where 8 month old Remy lay on the ground, picking him up.

“ and you mister get mummy’s milk”

He looked up and gurgled up at you as you walked to sit on the couch and starting to breastfeed the boy.

You had a family tradition to always set the Christmas tree up in the first of December, you would decorate the tree together after Charles set it up and you would always have hot coco and put elf on in the background a Christmas classic. 

“ papa I want to help” Sicily whined at Charles who was currently trying to get all the lights to cover every inch of the tree.

Setting the tree up and the lights was always to much stress for you and Charles had perfected it so it now became his job.

“ yes Cherie why don’t you get the tinsel from the box over there” he spoke not looking away from the tree. 

The 4 year old ran over to the box picking out the tinsel then running back happily to hand it to her papa.

“ thank you baby” he leant down and kissed her head

“ once I do this we can decorate!” He exclaimed 

“ yay! “ Sicily exclaimed. That’s one thing you liked about her she was always excited for anything  

“ all done buddy” you soke as you felt Remy unlatch and began to burp him.

“ Indy why don’t you help your sister lay all the ornament out on the table so we are ready to start” you asked the 8 year old who sat on the couch next to you.

“ ok” she spoke getting up and they both started to unpack the ornaments 

You had a lot of basic but elegant ornaments for the tree but you also liked to put on some family ornaments like ones the kids made , ornaments of their names and little foot prints or little ballarenia ornaments you liked the tree to feel homely and full of love rather than aestheticly pleasing. 

You got up placing remy back down on his mat infront of the Tv and walked over to your husband. 

“ looking good hunny” you said placing your hand behind his back

“ I know I’m just so talented “

“ hmm sure” you laughed 

 “ my own wife has turned against me , cm’on Cherie you can’t tell me this isn’t amazing” he leant down to turn the lights on and the whole tree lit up

“ this one mum” dusky shoved one of the baubles. You bent down to her level

“ ok put it on the tree baby” you whispered and pushed her forward gently as she placed it on one of the lower branches. 

Charles walked over to wear Indy stood running his hand down her ponytail 

“ wanna but one on Inds? “ he asked

“ ok “ she picked up one of the ballerina ornaments and put it on the tree

“ And we can’t forget you little man, you wanna help mummy put the ornaments on the tree “ you whispered picking your baby boy up. Of course you put the ornament on the tree and he just watched but it was still very exciting for him. 

“ that’s my big boy” Charles bent down to pinch his chubby cheeks and then take him from your arms so you could help the girls decorate the rest of the tree. 

“ no that’s ugly it dosent go there” ah the joy of sisters Indy was very unimpressed with Sicily’s decorating skills at the moment. Of course with little kids not everything can be peaceful all the time there will always be some bumps along the way. 

But it’s ok because eventually the tree for decorated and it looked beautiful in its own special way. Just you, your little family and the perfect Christmas 

[sparklingchim]

Darly! Can you write a drabble of when oc is away on a trip, and nabi is fussy (jungkook lowkey fussy too) and they call her on facetime and its all just cute and fluffy and oc comforting nabi and jungkook at the same time 🥰🥰🥰

When Seulgi proposed the idea of a little girls' trip to Jeju Island, you were buzzing with anticipation, and you eagerly packed your bags.

Fast forward to now, and you're staring at the grainy screen of your phone, witnessing two teary, doe-eyed faces looking back at you.

"Hello?" You put on your earphones to drown out the noise from the ocean. Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you ask, half-laughing, half-worried, "Jungkook, are you crying?"

"We both are." He tilts his phone to show you Nabi's exaggerated pout

"Mama!" she shouts, lips quivering.

"My baby," you whine with compassion. Her little cheeks are glistening with tears. Jungkook’s holding her against his chest, her tiny hand gripping his t-shirt.

"She's been doing so well since you left, but today she's missing you extra much," he explains, wiping her tears. "And seeing her upset made me miss you too."

"You're too cute." You giggle. "But you could call more, you know," you tell him, a bit upset yourself. "If you miss me so much."

"Don't wanna disturb you on your vacation," Jungkook says softly. "You deserve some time for yourself. This little girl"—he pans the camera down to show only Nabi's chubby face—"just really needed your attention right now."

"You're happy seeing me, Nabi?" A bright smile blooms on her face. You quickly take a screenshot to add to your endless collection of pictures of Nabi's adorable smiles. "How can I make you happy, Koo?"

Jungkook appears on the screen again. "Tilt your phone a bit down for me?"

A stunned laugh escapes you. "So shameless," you scold. "You'll see on ig later. I took cute pics in this bikini."

Jungkook frowns, nibbling on his lip piercing. "Your boyfriend can't see before your ig followers?"

"Just call me later." Giddiness spreads in your tummy.

"But you're sharing a room with Seulgi."

You blink, confused. "We have separate hotel rooms."

"But I saw her stuff on your bed when you showed me around your room on the first day."

"We like to get ready together. It's more fun that way," you explain.

Jungkook closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I've been missing out on this for four days when you two have separate rooms?"

You giggle. "Just call me before you go to sleep, silly."

[stevesherdaddynowlover]

If you still wanna write about Steve how about him and reader babysitting on a neighbors kid and it’s still very early in their relationship (or not lmao up to you) but it’s just adorable and kinda like playing house? Let the babysitter babysit 😌

practice makes perfect [s.h.]

an: ohhhhhhh i loved this bad. you’re a genius. i hope you enjoy!!! feel free to send requests/suggestions whenever

no warnings just fluff! wc: 2.5k

masterlist here!!!!

The relationship you had with Steve bloomed quickly. You went from strangers to friends to lovers in the span of about 3 weeks. A whirlwind romance. It had been a few months of the two of you being exclusive and it already felt like something that would be lifelong. 

Steve was attentive and sweet. He’d slip his hand into the back pocket of your jeans and pull you close to him when he could tell you were in your head about something. He’d run you a bath after a long day at work and sit beside you with his chin on the edge of the tub while you rambled on about whatever had happened. He would try—and mostly fail, though you never told him—to cook you these intricate meals. 

You’d fallen in love with him quick and hard. It hit you like a ton of bricks and took your breath away. Sometimes looking at him for too long felt overwhelming, your body buzzing and your throat thick with emotion as you’d watch him smile at something, eyes full of love and light. 

Steve was overwhelming, in the best way possible. 

You have that feeling now, your insides melting and heart thudding against your chest as you watch him bounce your neighbor's baby on his knee. Her little fingers are holding onto his big ones tightly, giggles flowing freely from the both of them as he coos and sings to her softly. 

Your heart might explode. 

It was a few days prior when your neighbor had approached you. Anna was a single mom, sweet and welcoming and you’d taken a liking to her. She worked three jobs and picked up odds and ends when she could. You admired her, helped out as much as possible and spent a few weekends a month with her precious little girl, Charlotte. 

Charlie was 8 months old and full of energy. You’d grown somewhat attached to her and it warmed your heart that she’d flash her toothless grin at you, chubby arms reaching for you expectantly when you came over. 

Anna had come knocking on your door during date night, apologizing profusely when you opened the door and she saw Steve attached at your hip. She’d asked if you could possibly watch Charlie on Friday, a big event at work with money that was too good to pass up. 

“Of course we will.” 

Both of your heads had turned to Steve, a grin on his face and a sureness in his eyes. You’d told Anna all about Steve, had gushed about him for months and she had no hesitation in accepting his offer, thanking the both of you before running back over and leaving you to date night. 

“Steve, are you sure you wanna come with me? Charlie’s an easy kid for the most part but…it’s tough sometimes.” 

He looked offended that you’d even suggest him not coming, scoffing slightly and waving his hand in the air at you. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. You’ll be there. Plus, this’ll be good practice for when we have babies.” 

That stopped you in your tracks, mouth falling open slightly and your heart racing. Of course you had thought about what kids with Steve would be like, how cute that would be, but to yourself. You didn't dare say it out loud and the way he said it so casually, so sure, had your blood pumping. 

And that brought you to know. Anna had left about an hour ago and Steve hadn’t even let Charlie out of his arms since she’d passed her over when you walked through the door. Charlie had taken to him immediately, pinching his cheeks between her little fingers and tugging softly at his hair. You couldn’t blame her though, he had great hair. 

“How lucky am I, huh? Get to spend my Friday night with the two prettiest girls in the world.” He’d leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against hers gently and she fell into a fit of giggles, clapping excitedly as if she’d actually understood what he said. 

God, your ovaries were going to explode! He fell into the role so naturally, cradling her head even though she was strong enough to hold it up on her own. You sighed in content when he pressed quick kisses to her cheeks or when he blew raspberries on her tummy and she thought it was the best thing in the world. 

“Having fun, Steve?” You sat beside them on the couch, arm resting behind him so you could play with his hair while he entertained the baby. 

“Are you kidding? This is fuc—freaking great. She’s a doll.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at the panic in his eyes at almost cursing in front of her. Assuring him that she wouldn’t pick up any bad words this young, you held your hands out to take her. 

While normally she’d reach for you eagerly, this time she eyed you carefully for a moment before turning back to Steve, laying her head on his shoulder and toying with the necklace he was wearing. 

Steve shut his mouth quickly, trying not to laugh at the look on your face. You looked genuinely offended, eyes wide and a small pout on your lips that made him want to lean over and kiss you. 

“Really, Charlie? 5 minutes with him and I’m old news!? I thought we were friends.” Leaning forward you tickled her side and laughed when she squirmed away and giggled. Eventually she decided to humor you, holding her hands out and letting you pluck her from Steve’s arms. 

Steve followed you through the house to her room, watching from the door as you laid her down to change her.

A fondness settled over him as he watched you, his heart all but melting in his chest as Charlie babbled to you and you nodded your head along as if you knew what she was saying. This came easy to you, being motherly and delicate. And Steve loved you even more for it. 

As he stood there quietly he pictured you with a child of your own. His child. He pictured bath times and stories before bed. He pictured kisses goodnight and breakfasts on the porch outside. 

For a long time he didn’t think he was meant for any of that, didn’t deserve it. But then he met you and everything he thought he knew was flipped upside down and changed in a flash. When he looked at you he saw your first dance and a baby and your first home and family vacations. He saw a lifetime of love and passion. 

You made him feel like it was possible to have that life he’d always secretly dreamed of. And even if things somehow didn’t work out—he hoped to god they did—he’d always owe you for showing him that being hopeful wasn’t a bad thing. 

He’s pulled from his thoughts when you walk up to him, Charlie bouncing on your hip and clapping when she gets sight of Steve waiting for her. He takes her with open arms and while you could pretend to be hurt you can’t deny the way you feel all fuzzy watching them together. 

“Gonna be the best mama, you know?” 

“I hope so.” 

“She’s just all over me because I’m a shiny new toy. But watching you with her…I can’t wait to see it one day.” 

You curse at the way your eyes fill with tears. This is one of those times Steve is so overwhelming and he doesn’t even know it! He’s just so naturally good. He’s so special and the most frustrating part is that he doesn’t even realize it. 

“Sometimes I love you so much I just want to smack you.” He finally sets Charlie down and watches carefully as she crawls over to her bucket of toys before he’s looking back at you, amusement in his eyes and a small quirk to his lips. 

“You’re just so…you! You are a good guy, Steve, the best I know. And you give yourself so little credit. I wish you could see how important you are. Not just to me but everyone around you. I’ll be a good mom because I love kids and know how to care for them, but I’ll be a great mom because you’ll be by my side. You’re gonna be the best daddy.” 

He’s looking at you with a look you can’t recognize, eyes heavy and it’s almost like he's studying you and you feel yourself growing shy under his gaze. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what to say. I, uh, I just know that I love you, a lot, like more than anything. And I feel proud you even entertain the idea of having kids with me.” 

You’re so full of love for him you’re not sure you can put it into words either, so instead you lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, soft and gentle and full of all the things you want to say but don’t know how. 

Steve pulls back first, the heaviness in eyes gone and replaced with something light and playful. “Stop trying to get in my pants! The baby is right there, you perv. Let’s go make dinner before you scar her for life.” 

Smacking his chest and cursing at him under your breath doesn’t do anything but make his smile grow even bigger, dimples popping out when you roll your eyes and walk over to pick Charlie up. 

“C’mon girls, Steve’s making dinner!” His voice booms as he makes his way to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients you aren’t sure go together and shaking your head at Charlie, who’s watching him walk away with stars in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ve got some snacks in my bag in case this happened.” 

——

Dinner went surprisingly well, all 3 of you eating what Steve had cooked instead of the chips and chocolate you had stashed away in your bag. Anna had mentioned she gave Charlie a bath earlier in the day so now you were all lounging on the couch while you waited to give her a bedtime bottle. 

Some kids' tv shows held her attention, and Steve’s. 

A while later you pulled yourself off the sofa, stretching your arms over your head and telling Steve you were going to get her bottle and you’d be right back. It doesn’t take long, the routine is mindless and second nature to you at this point. When you’re making your way back into the living room, Steve’s voice has you stopping in your tracks. 

Charlie is cradled in his arms now, head resting in the crook of his elbow and he’s using his finger to rub small circles on the spot between her brows. “I hope it doesn’t offend you that I wanted to use you as practice. If it makes you feel any better you’ve been great! My favorite baby girl. You make it seem like it won’t be so scary having my own. I hope they’re as sweet as you, or their mama.” 

The hand that’s not holding her bottle is resting against the doorframe, your knees threatening to give out. At this point you’ve stopped thinking that you can’t love him more. He always proves you wrong. 

You clear your throat, taking some steps forward and laughing when Steve holds his hand over his head to take the bottle. I guess he’s feeding her. 

He watches in awe as she suckles gently, little drops of milk gathering in the corners of her mouth and he wonders why everything she does is so cute. She’s grilling his finger with a tight little fist that makes him smile. 

Half of the bottle is gone before she’s dozing off, head on Steve’s shoulder as he gently pats her back. Your head is on his other shoulder, fingers resting on his arm that’s cradling her against his chest. 

This is something you could get used to, you think. 

——-

It’s not long before Steve and Charlie are knocked out. Steve is slumped down with his legs stretched out in front of him, head leaning softly Charlie’s who’s lying on him belly to belly, head turned to the side facing you so you see the way her cheek smushes against his chest. 

TV off, the glow of the lamp the only light in the room. It’s dark outside now, your knees tucked to your chest as you watch them sleep. 

The click of the front door grabs your attention and you turn to see Anna coming in with tired eyes and her heels she had to wear for the event dangling from her fingertips. They drop with a soft thud to the carpet and she smiles at the sight of her baby cuddled to Steve before she turns to face you. 

“Thanks for doing this, it means the world to me.” 

“Anytime, Anna,” You gesture towards Steve on the other end of the couch and laugh under your breath, “it seems in not the only one that’s grown attached to Charlotte.” 

“I take it he was good with her then? I kinda got the feeling he would be.” 

“Y-yeah, he was…yeah. Gave me a big case of baby fever watching him with her.” You try to brush it off jokingly but you can’t take your eyes away from Steve or the way he cradles her against him. It’s mesmerizing almost, how perfect it looks. 

Anna gives you a knowing smirk, hands on her hips as she looks between you and Steve. “Yeah, I can see that.” You blush under her stare, hands coming up as if to say “whoops”. He’d proven to you tonight just how capable he was and it did things to you that you couldn’t explain. 

“Well, I know this thing between you two is…fresh. But I can see it in your eyes, picturing him with your own kids. It’s scary and a lot of and I’m not saying you should go and get pregnant now, but don’t freak out because you’re having daydreams about it. He’s a good one, we both know that. It’s okay to be sure about these things, even if it feels like it isn’t.” 

Her words soothed a part of you that you didn’t know needed it, but you felt better all the same. You nudged Steve gently, trying not to startle him or the baby and smiled when Anna went over to scoop her out of his arms. She thanked him quietly and he hummed sleepily, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Charlie’s head before pulling his shoes back on and taking your hand in his. 

You walked wordlessly back to your house, thankful your mind had quieted down some. All that was heard was the chirping of crickets and the click of your front door being unlocked before Steve led you in. 

Both of your eyes heavy with sleep you let him tug you up the stairs to your room and pull you into bed without changing your clothes. He pulled you close to him, your back pressed up against his chest and his arm slung over your waist. 

“Thanks for playing house with me tonight, Stevie. Love you.” 

“Anytime, baby. Love you most.” 

[crguang]

at a wedding and it got me thinking about kafka because im mentally ill but imagine getting invited to a family member’s wedding and she happens to be free that day so she comes with you as your plus one, dressed in a slick backless dress with a jacket over her shoulders and an elegant choker around her neck, her nails are done and her hair is up. she’s not one for ceremonies and would likely be bored during the actual wedding because it’s in a church. she sits next to you on a pew, behaving herself like you told her to and you get a bit misty eyed during the ceremony so you lay your head on her shoulder and lace your fingers with yours, your palm under hers. around you there’s a choir singing and the couple of the hour are pronouncing their vows. kafka looks at your joined hands, your bare fingers loosely gripping hers. she can smell the scent of your shampoo and the perfume you applied to your skin a few hours earlier. she doesn’t care much for what’s happening around her, just the anticipation in the air as a lifelong commitment is made out of selfless love. she leans her head on too of yours.

during the reception, your family flock around her due to her charms and composure, bombarding her with questions she navigates gracefully. at some point you leave her among the wolves and slip away to spend some time with the rest of your family, congratulating the newlyweds and keeping up with your closed ones’ lives. kafka’s surrounded, a champagne glass in hand, and gazes at you from across the room. she takes advantage of pauses in the conversation to look at you laughing and hugging family members, mind empty. she tells herself she just likes how you look in that outfit. when the married couple have their first dance, she takes in the softness in your eyes while you watch them.

she’s the one who finds you some time later while you’re seated at one of the round tables with your cousin’s six month old in arms, kissing the baby’s face to get him to smile. it works, and a warm expression takes over your features as you coo at him, pinching his chubby cheeks. kafka lays a wine glass on the table that she fetched for you just now.

“having fun?” she asks, taking a seat next to you. her eyes keep darting back to the baby in your hands and the smile on your face.

“yeah. my aunties finally left you alone?”

“i had to slip away while they were talking amongst themselves. they’d make great bait on a mission.”

“please dont call my family bait.”

the baby babbles unintelligibly and your attention diverts back to him. he stares at kafka, a new addition to his environment, and she stares back.

“wanna hold him?” you lift him towards her and kafka lifts her hands in refusal.

“no, thanks.”

“but he wants you!”

she’s forced to take hold of him by his little waist when you put him on her lap. she sits straighter, holding him away from her chest like he’ll pounce on her any second. you hide a smile behind your hand.

“he’s not a grenade. you can hug him.”

“i’d handle a grenade better.”

kafka and the baby stare at each other for a while. he brings a fist to his mouth, then loses interest a minute later. she looks more uncomfortable than you’ve ever seen her, if only by her posture, and you bite back another amused smile before relieving her. you gently take the six month-old back in your arms. he likes you better anyway, pawing at your cheeks with his tiny hands. kafka takes a sip of her glass. her eyes are on you the entire night, and she relaxes somewhat when the baby’s mother comes to whisk him away.

you dance together for some time, her hands at your waist and yours around her neck, talking lowly amongst yourselves and staring into each other’s eyes. by the time you get home, you’re exhausted by the social event. you take off your shoes and jewelry and kafka watches you for a few minutes before finally speaking the words that have been rotating in her mind for five hours.

“do you want to get married?”

you pause, a confused smile on your lips. you start to undress and she stands near the large dresser on one side of the room, a strangely uncertain look on her face. She doesn’t fidget or fiddle with her hands, just leans on the furniture and awaits your reply.

“where’s that coming from?”

“you seemed really happy today.”

“yeah. someone i love just took a huge leap in her life and is very happy for it. the ceremony was beautiful, too, and i had a great time.”

kafka looks away for a moment to take off her earrings. she shrugs nonchalantly but your eyes narrow in suspicion a bit.

“you’re great with kids.”

you stand in your underwear for a moment, observing her body language, then the reason for her sudden attitude hits you and you chuckle.

“did you get freaked out seeing me with that baby?”

“no. i guess you just…belonged.”

“is that what you think i want? marriage and a baby?”

kafka looks at you. “well, is it?”

you walk to her with a barely concealed smile, loosely wrapping your arms around her waist. “would you give it to me?”

she doesn’t respond to that and that is an answer in itself.

“pfft,” you shake your head good naturally, “you’re an idiot. you let today get to your head, baby.”

kafka pouts and returns your embrace. you kiss it off her lips.

“that’s not what i need from you. you’re enough… for now <3”

[honeylations]

- Angry Pupu -

KIM CHAEWON x FEM!READER

Prompt: Chaewon is known for her anger issues, always yelling at the smallest things whereas you’re her calm and collected girlfriend, always so soft spoken and doing everything with a cute smile. Your members wonder how you two ended up dating despite the obvious opposite personalities.

Warnings/Notes: cute pupu, angry pupu, reader is adorable tooooo, soft and fluffy, a mix of comedy

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“YAH WHO ATE MY MINT CHOCO ICE CREAM!”

———

“YAH WHO USED MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER? WAS IT YOU HUH YUNJIN? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED A STRAIGHTENER WHEN YOU’RE NOT EVEN STRAIGHT YOURSELF!”

———

“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY TAMPONS?!”

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“WHO WENT INTO MY ROOM AND TOOK MY FAVOURITE PEN?!”

———

The members lost count at the amount of times their leader had screamed today and you seemed to be the only person unbothered by it. Sakura had just finished taking pills for the headache she received from hearing the short girl’s anger.

“I swear this is her new record. How is her throat not hurting?” Sakura whined, rubbing her temple and flopping down on the couch next to you.

“How are you even dating her, Y/n?” Yunjin groans as she joins you two with a bowl of popcorn in her hand.

“Y/n is like the off switch for Chaewon’s tantrums” Kazuha appeared shortly after with a whisper, tensing when she heard Chaewon’s little feet stomp downstairs.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY ZUHA?!”

The youngest Japanese girl ran to you as a shield, angering the leader even more. “BACK OFF MY GIRLFRIEND, NAKAMURA!”

Kazuha squeaked and ran to Yunjin instead, not daring to say another word. Eunchae comes in with a bowl of strawberries and feeds you one before going upstairs to finish her Lilo and Stitch marathon. You hummed at the delicious taste of the fruit and turned to your girlfriend who got jealous of the hand feeding gesture between you and the maknae.

“We should buy more strawberries, love. They taste amazing” You spoke with a smile, Chaewon’s anger disappearing almost immediately.

She cupped your face and pecked your lips. “You’re so fricking cute. ISNT SHE GIRLS? SAY IT TO HER!”

The 3 girls sitting on the couch flinched and started complimenting you chaotically, voices going over each other, not wanting an ass beating from their short tempered leader.

“TOO MUCH COMPLIMENTS! BACK OFF!”

“Love, calm down please” You said, caressing her arm and Chaewon obeyed, sitting in your lap.

“Ok, babe”

“Whipped” Yunjin commented, earning a couch cushion to the face. “OW! God Y/n, I want you to answer my question for real this time. How the hell are you dating this monster?”

“She’s not a monster. She’s my hero~” You cooed, hugging your short girlfriend tighter.

“I’ll be needing a hero if I get screamed at one more time” Kazuha muttered, seeing Chaewon glare at her.

“Chaewon? A hero? You’re saying this girl who’s scared of a mouse toy is your hero?” Sakura scoffed as the leader flipped her off.

“You’re just jealous” Chaewon hisses.

“And you’re a comedian.”

You held your girlfriend back down on your lap before she drop kicked the eldest member.

“Chae saved me from so many people before we debuted. Her yelling may be annoying to you girls but it always reminded me of why I love her! She’s so tough~ Without her anger, she wouldn’t have saved me from the bullies back in high school. She does the same now with anyone who shares hate comments about me. I’m too shy to stand up for myself like that” You explained, your heart swelling at the memories.

“Yeahhhh. Y/n was this cute little chubby nerd in high school” Chaewon grinned, pinching your cheeks again.

“Woah wait what, okay, this was something we haven’t been told before” Yunjin said, adjusting her sitting position and looking at you, Chaewon growling.

“Oh please, pull your head out of your tiny ass Kim, I’m not gonna take your girl. I just wanna know more about this cute little chubby nerd you were just talking about” The American added.

Chaewon got off your lap and sat next to you instead, pushing Sakura further into Kazuha who was already getting squished. The younger Japanese member gave up and sat on the ground instead, snatching Yunjin’s popcorn bowl.

“Yeah it’s true. I wasn’t that good looking in high school” You shyly smiled.

“Hey don’t say that. Nobody starts off as a hottie, like, me in high school with the dark ass eyebrows that didn’t match my hair colour? Goddamn” Yunjin joked, making you all laugh. (A/N: I’m not actually talking about Yunjin like that guyssss! The whole dark eyebrow thing is something I added based on my experience in high school💀💀)

“I’m being honest, I swear! I was super chubby, wore these thick purple glasses and always got bullied for reading books all the time. See?” You pulled out a photo of you in high school and all the girls (besides Chaewon) gasped.

In the photo was 14 year old Y/n with a bob cut and thick fringe, using one hand to hold a thick novel to her chest while the other put up a peace sign. Your purple glasses were indeed huge and you smiled widely, presenting the braces you had at the time.

“Oh and here’s Chae” You zoomed out of the photo and 14 year old Chaewon was exposed. She looked the same, only difference was the long hair in the photo. Sakura squinted her eyes and noticed how Chaewon’s hand was around your waist in the picture.

“Awwww! Chae did you have a crush on Y/n at this time?” The eldest asked as you closed your phone and returned it to your pocket.

“Yeah I did. Couldn’t tell if she liked me back though”

You blushed and slapped your girlfriend’s arm. “I did! I told you before, I just thought you were too good for a nerd like me”

“Nerdy y/n is cute, don’t get me wrong, but you’re absolutely stunning right now. Hellooooo? Your body? Your abs? Your facial structure? It’s so hard to believe that was you in the picture” Kazuha complimented.

“I just finally took the initiative in eating healthier and working out” You shrugged, letting Chaewon play with your fingers.

“Was Chaewon this loud back in highschool too?” Yunjin asked with a blunt tone.

“YAH IM GONNA KILL YOU, HUH YUNJIN!” The shortest member screamed and jumped onto the tallest member, shoving the couch pillow into her face.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and looked at Sakura. “You grab her legs, I’ll grab her arms”

“Absolutely not, she kicked my face last time we did that. Get Kazuha”

The said member stood up. “Sorry I don’t speak nor understand Korean very well so imma just go” Kazuha quickly says and runs upstairs to join Eunchae.

“Stop pretending you loser!” You screamed out to Kazuha in Japanese, knowing damn well this wasn’t the first time she’s done that. (A/N: Fun fact for everyone, Kazuha sometimes pretends that she doesn’t understand what the members are saying to her in Korean😭)

You sighed and stood up, patting down your pants. “Come on, babe, let’s go to bed”

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS PISS ME OFF WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAY!” Chaewon continued to scream while violating Yunjin with the pillow.

“Y/N HELP PLEASE!”

This was gonna be a long night.

[serxinns]

I was wondering if you could do Yandere MHA like how they would treat a chubby reader cause I’m pretty chubby and I’d love that :3

OFC CHUBBY READERS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND DESERVE LOVE TOO!!!

They would treat you like a God/Goddess! The girls and boys would fight over who gets to hang out with you 1st

Mina would dress you up in cute outfits you are comfortable with (she loves pink and black on you! But she'll dress you up in any way you are comfortable It makes her feel like you're all hers! But you don't know that yet momo would buy the whole mall for you! (She did already) you want that adorable necklace sold! Present for you! Do you wanna go to a hot topic and get all your favorite anime merch? Here you go! You want that new console that just got out a week ago why not get a console that isn't even out yet!? She loves seeing you smile you thought she was a very kind friend when she's just showing you what's it like to be hers and hers only

Tsuyu you take you swimming at times if the pools close somewhere private like a secret majestic garden with just the two of you so nobody with bother you and while you're amazed by the beauty tsuyu admires your beautiful face and figures she just wants to cuddle up on you and pinch your cheeks she couldn't wait to have you all hers~ Jirou comes out aw a tough little tsundere at times but when it comes to you her heart Is melting and she barely, ale complete sentences and she's only soft but a bit of a tsu she would show off her earphone tricks would blush over any outfit you wear (she once saw a bit of your stomach showing and she and the class was flustered and simping)

Izuku is just drawing down everything about you even things you don't even know yourself he offers to walk with you to school (since you his neighbor) and glare at anyone who gives you a look whether be judging or drooling he makes sure that they dont mess whats his bakugo would force you to walk with him saying that damn Deku doesn't know where the bus stop is and would talk about the extras I'm his group

Denki would occasionally flirt with your ur main gamer buddy, but he's personally a geek for manga comics and would rant to you about the latest chapter or one of his favorite characters heck he even imagined you cosplaying one of his favorite characters!!! Oh God dude would be dying thanking the lord for this gift he secretly writes fanfics of his favorite character x and would make their personality similar to yours and make of bunch of fanart of you in a different bunch of outfits he can't wait until he shows it off to you they'll surely win your heart!

Kiri is your hype man and best friend when he saw you smash those villains with a single fist this dude was head over HEELS just overlooking completing how manly you are ugh this dude would be blushing HARD he would rant to his best friend Katsuki about how manly you are and wished he could have muscles like that as well!! If anyone says otherwise or shames you for your body this dude will go protective mode he will make a rant about how Amazing beautiful and manky you are and will start going a bit personal a bit saying how you'll date him and he'll pick you like a royal you are and you'll do the same and marriage and blah blah blah

the person who insulted you just gets scared and runs away which makes that a victory for him!

Iida would always be a guard dog like this dude will protect cute little marshmallow you! He makes sure you eat regularly he never lets you skip a meal if you try he's banging your door with a bento box in his hand with marshmallows he freaks pit over every small scratch bruise and lord don't tell him you broke some of your limbs one time you broke your arm during fighting and he went intonlockdown literally gets a wheelchair and stroll you around (even tho you can CLEARY walk) and make sure you stay in that bed untill your all better see how he's taking care of you he wanted to do this every day to you and only you

Koda is an absolute sweetheart if he sees an animal that looks like you he instantly points it out to you and tells you animal facts and while he is explaining the animals to you his heart can't stop fluttering with butterflies! he can barely stay on topic of the animal while just staring at your adorable puff up face!

The class would compete for anything whether be who gets to sit by you or who have fun with who it's always a competition, threats and a blood bath at training they'll even raised their hand like little hpkids Eagar for a treat and if you choose one of them they'll instantly run to you with a satisfy smirk on their face while the rest of them are pissed off

They loved their darling and they'll do anything to satisfy your needs! Whether it be committing some crimes for you~

[jayke0]

Hi, if you’re looking for requests, what about a Jake Lockley x Female chubby reader. Readers confident and wears glasses, the two meet during his cabby job. He always sees her in jeans, jackets, casual clothes(still thinks she’s gorgeous)

One day she’s wearing a dress he starts getting nervous around her.

It’s up to you how it ends! I love your work!

Oh my lord i loooveeee this, i just know that Jake loves chubby girls.

Thankyou for the love btw, i appreciate it sm 🥺❤️.

Warnings/content: body positivity, Boston accent Jake, brief mention of self-consciousness, pinch of hand kink, kissing, soft foreplay description, just overall softness with Jakey <3.

Jake had been your regular cabby for a while now. Quite honestly you'd gotten disappointed the few times that it hadn't been him in the driver's seat as you always enjoy your conversations… and admittedly just looking at him. He's certainly the epitome of eye candy after all, his side profile is one reminiscent of what you'd expect to see in a renaissance painting.. and his hands, god dammit those gloves did wonders to his hands. 

You'd been out for a nice dinner with your friends to a fancy restaurant before heading in the direction where he's usually parked. You're happy to see his yellow Ford waiting beside the street and so you sneak up to his window and bang on the glass with a big grin. 

The man jumps and rolls his window down "aye! Watch it! I'll make ya pay for it if it breaks" he wags a finger at you. 

"Mmm no you won't" you remark back.

"Whatever," he can't hide a grin, and his eyes look you up and down briefly. "Ya look nice, been on a date?"

A snort comes from you as you shove his arm "no, you know all the guys around here are assholes. I went out with my friends," you explain as you make your way to the passenger seat, since you'd worked your way up from back seats to front in the time you'd known the man.

You can feel his eyes on you as you get in and it makes your cheeks heat up a little at the thought of him staring at you.

"Yeah? Well i hope ya had a good time.." his eyes briefly linger on you before he starts the car and pulls out of his parking spot. 

It felt like he was getting to see a piece of you that you usually don't let show, both literally and figuratively. Your dress ends mid thigh and dips nicely at the chest, so it exposes enough flesh for his mind to wonder for a few moments and wonder what you'd look like lying lazily across his bed with that pretty smile and nothing else. His thoughts are drawn back to reality when you speak again.

"I was nervous to wear this, y'know," your eyes stay fixated on the lights illuminating the wet streets outside, "i didn't like how much my tummy shows." You're not sure why you're telling him this, maybe you're just wanting him to tell you that you look nice again, or maybe he's just that kinda guy that you can run your mouth off too.

"Hmm? Well.." Jake seems lost in thought, maybe thinking of the right thing to say, but each second is painstakingly long.

"Ya don't gotta worry 'bout that, ya still look amazin'." He glances at you and smiles, waving his hand dismissively, "beauty standards are stupid anyway. You're gorgeous, don't forget that." 

Your stomach flutters and you feel your cheeks heat up, "thankyou Jake, i appreciate that." Your focus is drawn to his hands once again as the leather of his gloves squeak on the steering wheel. Slowly, your gaze moves to his face and you trace his features with your eyes; god he's handsome.

"You're handsome too." You blurt out.

"I get that a lot," he jokes with a low chuckle that makes you shiver. "But comin' from a girl like you? It feels real good, so thanks, sugar."

The journey feels all too short when you arrive at your house, and you sigh softly. You twist your body towards Jake and notice how his eyes drag over your body once again, lingering on your chest for a second, "I like it when you look at me like that, Jake."

"Like what?" 

"Like you wanna eat me up, it makes me all hot and bothered."

The man lets out an audible groan. "How can I not? Ya look fuckin' gorgeous in that damn dress, just makes me wanna-" he cuts himself off, much to your displeasure, so you lean forward and grip his jacket needily, looking into his eyes.

"Tell me, please Jake," you give your best pout.

Jake's tongue pokes out for a second to lick his lips as his eyes scan your face. "You're too hard on ya'self, and it makes me wanna lay ya down and just.. kiss every inch of that body, run my hands all over it, grip it." He sounds a little breathless from just describing it, and his hand snakes to rest on your thigh. "You've got so much space to touch, i could cover ya in marks like a damn painting," his head tilts, your faces just centimeters away from each other, close enough to feel his breath tickling your lips.

"Then do it, I've got a bed right in there with your name on it, Jakey." 

The man contemplates it for a second, before pushing aside the rest of his plans for the evening; you're more important right now, and he closes the gap between the both of you with a soft, deep kiss.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Holy fucking shit your askbox is open

I have been waiting for this

Ahem ahem...

So, I have been fangirling too much on one of your oneshots (SQ x Knocked Up Reader)

And now I shall request more fics about the children.

Thank you!

Main 4 - Raising the babes

Started this ages ago and finally got it to a finished state lol. my apologies for the wait, anon. I hope you're still around.

HANK Lilith (she her)

"Steady." Hank grumbled in their usual husky, gravelly voice. Lilith's arms shook, the gun was heavy in her little hands.

"I-it's really heavy dad." Hank let out a sigh through his nose, or what was left of it.

"I know, but you need to learn how to use it, and how to be safe around it." Being involved with Hank was dangerous, but being his family put a target on your skull. Child or not, if the agency found you or Lilith, you'd be executed just to spite the man.

As much as Hank was devoted to their family, they knew fine well that they couldn't be around them all of the time to protect them. Even the SQ couldn't guarantee your safety every second of the day. Learning to fight back was the only way you two would have a fighting chance.

Being Hank's partner meant he'd already trained you up to be a threat to anyone, and now it was your daughter's turn to learn the harsh world she was born into.

"I'm scared." Lilith looked to you, her eyes the same blood red as her dad's own.

"So was I when I first picked up a gun," You knelt to her level, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "but you'll learn that it's just a tool, like any other. You learn how to use it correctly and you'll be safe." You kissed her forehead, and adjusted her arms, Hank carefully putting his large hands over her's as well.

"Hold your breath, steady your arms,"

[ B A N G ]

One of the glass bottle Hank had lined up shattered, and Lilith dropped the gun in fright. "That was scary!"

"But you did it. Overcoming challenges laid before you... First step to becoming strong and unkillable like me." Hank felt pride, and they picked up the gun. "Just... Don't drop it again."

SANMOS Mars (he him)

Baby Mars was a blessed little guy, having not just two parents, but three, and their whole support system to fall back on. Both your lovers are dutiful dads, but Sanford rarely ever wants to put his lil man down. He's got one of them baby carriers custom fit for his bigger frame, and Mars is his spitting image.

With curls of black hair, a chubby build and pout, it was like San was carrying his little mini-me. Mars had mixed skin, a dark grey, but slightly lighter than Sanford's, as well as dark freckles across his full body.

"Think we can find some tiny round sunglasses for babyford?" Dei joked to you while he was warming up some formula milk. "Totally, we could get him a little tank top, grow his hair out and make locs with them." You replied and laughed.

Sanford rolled his eyes, but smiled as well. "I just wanna protect my babe."

"A." Mars weighs in his opinion, throwing his arms up at Deimos as the smell of warm milk hits his nose. "It'll be ready soon yah little monster." Dei smiled and softly pinched his cheek, making Mars squeal happily.

"Let me get him ready." You took Mars from Sanford and set him on your lap. "You should get some sleep Fordie, you've been up with him all night. Relax and cool off, Dei and I got this for now."

"I'm not tired." Sanford lied, immediately yawning and taking his sunglasses off. He had dark circles under his eyes. "You're absolutely tired." Deimos snorted, handing you the warm bottle.

"Relax wonder-dad. Go get comfy and rested, the three of us will be waiting for you when you get up." You gave the big man a kiss, and he finally agreed to get a few hours sleep.

2BDAMNED Rhea and Phoebe

Raising twins was a handful, everyone in base had to chip in a little now and then. Doc was sitting on a soft cushion on the floor, trying to not give himself back ache with shrimp posture, as Rhea chewed on the arm of her stuffed dog toy, and Phoebe was playing with wooden blocks Sanford had kindly made for the girls.

"Hey handsome," Doc arches his back slightly as your smooth hands rub against his shoulders, a pleasant shiver runs up his spine. "you three having fun?"

"Of course, they're engrossed in their own little worlds, and watching them develop is fascinating. Pheebs is working on her hand-eye coordination, which is wonderful to see, and Rhea is... enjoying herself."

Rhea raised her arms up to you, always happy to see her parent. Luckily each girl had their own favourite parent, you being Rhea's, and Doc being Phoebe's, so juggling toddlers wasn't an issue for one of you.

You embraced the little troublemaker, picking her up into your arms and giving her a cheek kiss, earning a happy squeal. "Damma!" Her chubby fingers grabbed your neck as you cuddled her into you.

They'd been born looking similar, but developed differences as they aged. Rhea took more after Doc, dark grey hair tied in little twin tails to show off her pretty face, maroon monolid eyes and a crooked smile. She'd be the spitting image of her dad, if she didn't have your skin and nose.

Phoebe on the other hand was like the opposite, her hair was like your natural colour, tied back as well to keep it out of her face. Her eyes were mirrors of yours as well, and looked wonderful when the light caught them just right. She had Kyle's paler complexion and thin nose.

"Hello my little moon~" You cooed sweetly to her, Doc had insisted on naming both girls after moons, which Deimos laughed about at the time. 'Three moons in one base, you building a solar system here old man?"

Rhea yawned widely, little white puppy teeth lined her mouth. "They've been up for a while, I've already fed them, and was hoping to try and educate them a little bit, but it looks like someone's ready for a nap." Doc smiled to you, making his deep set crows-feet more apparent, each wrinkle in his face seemed to get more and more defined as the days went on.

He made a very handsome DILF. "Perhaps I'll take Phoebe and work with her one on one, and give Rhea a lesson later. Shame, I was going to talk about the stars with them." Rhea's head perked up, all signs of fatigue suddenly removed.

She loved space, Doc had even gotten the lads to paint the nursery into a galaxy, with bright glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling. "Staaars." She reached out for her father, heart set on looking at pictures of the night sky over sleeping.

Phoebe was slightly more grounded to earth, interest in the things in front of her, as opposed to those miles and miles above. "Blocks." She pointed to her cubic toy, heart set on continuing to destroy and rebuild with them.

"How about you teach in here? You can read to both of them, I'm sure they'll both enjoy it. Rhea can look at the pictures, and Pheebs can just listen." You sat with Phoebe, offering her another block.

"Thank you Damma." Phoebe smiled to you, finishing a star shaped tower using coloured blocks. Doc sat down, Rhea on his lap and he laid a book in front, starting from the beginning.

"The constellations are patterns of stars formed in the sky, there are many to discover...."

...

From a distance, a star faced figure watched his nieces with a softening in his heart. He found it strange when his brother had told him he was going to live a mortal life for a while, and he couldn't understand it, not at first. But now, seeing the family he'd made, Maker couldn't help but smile.

[xaiblood]

Janghyun's Daughter; Yenna

You just came from Japan, your father told you to visited your fiancé, Park Jonggun. And before you went to South Korea, your father told Jonggun that you're going to South Korea.

Jonggun just said yes and will kept you safe. Because you were a valuable asset to the yakuza family, Yamaguchi. The biggest yakuza gang.

You could heard someone called out your name, you turned your head toward the sound source. You saw him, the Shiro Oni, your fiancé.

You walked toward him, but you saw him carried a litte girl.

"Who's she? You have a daughter with someone?" You asked while you crossed your arms, you gave him a judgement look on your face. Jealously? Maybe it was gnawed at your heart a little.

Jonggun spoke, "No, she's Janghun's daughter, I've ever told about him and his little daughter to you, am I?" he said, raised an eyebrow. As he gave you the answer, you could gave him a small smile.

"You're right, Yamazaki-san." you chuckled, "I'm sorry that I thought the wrong things about you."

You patted Yenna's head, "Aww, you're a cute little girl. I hope you don't feel scared to see Shiro Oni's face," you felt Jonggun were glared at you, but you didn't give a fuck. And plus, you weren't scared of him, not like your father.

The little girl, Yenna, just looked at you with an innocent face. Her face just woke up made you wanted to pinch those chubby cheeks. "Oh my! I wanna carry her, can I, Yamazaki-san?"

Jonggun sighed, "As long as you don't drop her," he let you carried Yenna. You let out the a litte noises because you saw Yenna's cuteness.

"Kawaii~" you poked her cheek, "what if you wear a kimono, hm? I bet you'll be look very cute, Yenna!"

You kept chatting with the 3 year old girl in your arms as you walked out of the airport, while Jonggun walked beside you. And don't worry about your luggage, your underlings brought it for you.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

You hummed, your hand stroking Yenna's head who was already asleep in your lap. Your netra meets Jonggun's netra.

"So, where are you going after this?" you asked, but you still kept your voice lower because Yenna was slept on your lap.

As you asked him, he drawed a smirk, "I want to repatriate Yenna to Janghyun. And do some things before we headed to my place." he said, "But you don't come out of the car when I go to the Hostel." he demanded you, and you just nodded.

"Good, I hope he will not angry at me because I take his daughter for a walk." he added.

Of course you knew about it and the whole about crew, Elite and many things.

That was because you had your Park Jonggun as your fiancé. And plus, your family was a part of Yamazaki.

A/N: Sorry, I just using their Korean version of their names, which is their originaly names from PTJ.