#c'mere babies we'll protect you

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Shuji and you having your first baby and in the middle of the night you both fall into bed, no sleep for days, he's full of drool and red marks from the baby pinching him and you weren't able to wash your dirty hair nor change your wet clothes from bathing and when you look at each other he goes like "I want another one"

this was gonna be cute and playful and a tad spicy but it ended up full of feelings and for that i will never apologize. i will apologize for it being kinda rushed and unproofread tho. i just got SO EXCITED

You can't help but break into laughter that doesn't quell easily and you know that if you could see through your laughter tears shuji is pouting at you. He tsks and snakes his arms around your waist to pull you close. Braving the dampness of your hair, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and then Hanma Shuji, ex Yakuza, the infamous Ikebukuro reaper all but whines your name, "M'not kidding."

"No! No-i know I just-" you struggle to contain your laughter. You match you husband's embrace and let the pads of your fingers crawl up his neck into the too-long hair at his nape. He smiles into the juncture of your neck and shoulder and shushes you even though your laughter and the gentle bounce of his head from your giggle fit fills him with more love than he could hope to express. And, well, of course he shushes you because neither of you can risk another sleepless night by waking the little newborn Shuji finally got to go down. "Shu," you finally manage to get out, "Don't be in such a rush! We hardy know what we're doing with him!"

"We'll figure it out." He says but catches himself. "We are figuring it out!" Your heart stops at how earnest he sounds. You hold him a little tighter. "Besides, there's nothing that you can't do while I look pretty on the sidelines." His tone is teasing and you swat his back playfully. You hope it's a joke. He's nothing if not an extraordinarily attentive father and husband.

You place a kiss to his forehead and trace your words with your lips along his temple. "Sidelines? More like frontline. You know I couldn't do this without you, Shuji."

You can't be sure, but you think you feel his breath pause on your neck before he starts peppering your neck and collar bone in sugary sweet kisses. "And I can't give my son a sister without you." He fires back once he recovers his emotional footing.

He earns another huff of laughter, "Shuji-"

"C'mon, he needs someone to figure life out with. He needs someone to play with and tease. Ideally someone who'll give it right back too - that'll be her mommy's influence of course." Shuji's words all mix together and his ideas flow into the most wholesome speech you swear you'd ever heard. He shifts up and leans on elbow to hover inches from your face giving you the perfect vantage point to see his gold irises alight with every tender emotion.

"And...and he needs someone to always have in his corner. Someone who can be there for him when we can't. You know, we won't be able to be there all the time! He needs someone he can rely on and learn to be reliable for. He needs to learn how to protect and be protected." His eyes, you realize are shiny with misty tears. "He needs someone he can be his full self around. Someone who won't look down on him for feeling...anything."

He goes silent and you mutter a little "c'mere," and pull him into your arms. The dampness on your chest is fresh, not from your hair, but from the love of your life blinking sudden emotion into your skin.

After a moment of holding your husband you feel his deep voice whispers into your chest "Wanna braid her hair too."

You giggle as you pull Shuji's face to yours to kiss him and mumble an "Of course, baby. Let's give him a sibling, but giving him a sister is kind of on you."

A few exited kisses later, you were falling asleep on his chest, promises to start preparing for a second kid soon. As soon as possible (read: as soon as you both could recover a bit of sleep, maybe). You lay there, fingers trailing up and down the column of Shuji's throat absently, ready to do anything to give your son everything that Shuji never had. Love. Stability. Safety. And now, even a little sister to take on the world with.

Well, a sibling, at any rate.

#ERIS ERIS ERIS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE #I MAY NEVER RECOVER FROM DAD SHUJI #please im sorry i made it sad and made him maybe wayyyyyyy to feelingsy #bUT I JUST THINK HE NEEDED ALL THOSE THINGS GROWNIG UP #AND NEVER HADTHEM #AND HE WANTS BETTER FOR HIS KIDS #AND HE DOESN:T REALIZE IT AS OVERTLY AS YOU DO BUT HE WISHES HE HAD SOMEONE IN HIS LIFE THAT WAS A GOOD FORCE LIKE THAT #LIKE He'S SO LOYAL YOU KNOW? #AND I JUST KNOW HIS CHILDREN WOULD BE THICKER THAN THEIVES #US AGAINST THE WORLD VIBES #AND BE CONFIDENT AND MORE EMOTIONALLY WELL ROUNDED THAN HE HAD THE CHANCE TO BE #hanma shuji ~❤️ #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader fluff #hanma shuji x reader angst #dad!hanma #lololm

[alyswritings]

hiii! how are you?

i wanted to request something with tom holland and zendaya as parents? maybe them going out with baby!reader and toddler brothers to a very crowded place and being spotted by the paps and them trying to protect their little family from the cameras.

sorry if the grammar is bad! english is not my first lenguage, have a good day 💗

The family of five get to a restaurant. Zendaya keeps a good grip on both of their sons' hands while Tom holds their one year old daughter.

"People." Y/N comments, looking around the busy restaurant.

"Yeah. Yeah, lots of people, love." Tom acknowledges. They walk up to the host stand after the people in front of them are led to a table.

"Hello, how many?" The hostess asks.

"Five." Zendaya answers.

"Outside or inside table?"

"Outside?" Tom quietly asks and Zendaya nods. "Outside, please."

"Do you need a high chair?" The hostess asks.

"Oh, yes, please." Zendaya nods.

The hostess gets two normal menus and three kid menus before leading them outside and to a table. She puts the menus on the table and walks away, the family sitting down. The hostess returns with a high chair.

"Thank you." Tom tells her and she smiles and nods, leaving. "There you go, love." He puts Y/N in the high chair.

"No." She whines, holding her arms out to her dad.

"Baby, you eat in the high chair." Tom says.

"You." Y/N pouts, making grabby hands.

"Okay, but when we get our food, you're going in the high chair." Tom says, taking her out and placing her on his lap. Zendaya sits across from Tom and the boys sit between their parents.

They all figure out what they want and order and eventually get their food. Tom puts Y/N in the high chair and helps her deal with her food, cutting it up small enough for her to eat.

"Remember to chew." Tom warned her as she began to eat. The two boys calmed down enough, both immediately digging into their food.

They're in the middle of their meal when they can hear distant clicking. Tom ignores it, not thinking anything of it at first. The clicks continue to be heard and even get closer. Zendaya glances around, spotting the six paparazzis.

"Tom." She quietly says.

"Hmm?" He looks up at her. She glances in the direction of the people and Tom looks over, spotting them. "Are you fucking..." Tom whispers to himself, shutting his eyes in annoyance.

"Tom, just... just stay calm." Zendaya says.

"Can they never just leave us alone?" Tom hisses. "We have our kids."

"I know. I know. Just... just stay calm. For them." Zendaya motions to the three children. "Hey, buddy, why don't you put your hood up?" She suggests to her son sitting to her right.

"Why?" He asks.

"Just do it, please." Zendaya tells him. The eight year old gives her a weird, confused look, but does as told. "Thank you."

"C'mere, baby." Tom gets up and moves Y/N's high chair to the other side of his chair so her back is to the paps. "There we go." He kisses her on the head before sitting back down.

"Full." Y/N says, glancing at her mostly empty high chair table.

"Okay. That's cool. You sure you're finished?" He asks and she nods. She holds her arms out to Tom and he takes her. He sits her on his lap so her back is still to where the paparazzi are. "You want your milk?" He asks, grabbing her sippy cup.

Y/N nods, taking the cup from him and downing a few gulps.

"Can I put my hood up?" Their five year old asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, sweetie." Zendaya says and he puts his jacket hoodie up.

"Why do we need these on?" Their oldest questions.

"Just... just to protect you from the cold." Tom says.

"It's not cold." The oldest argues.

"It-- it's a bit nippy, no?" Tom asks, looking at Zendaya for help.

"We'll explain later, baby. Okay?"

"Fine." The oldest mumbles, eating another bite of his food.

They manage to finish their meal and Tom pays as soon as possible, the family leaving after.

"Now can you explain?" Their oldest asks while they get in the car, Zendaya buckling Y/N up. Zendaya sighs, shutting the back door and walking over, getting in the passenger seat. She and Tom share a silent conversation and she nods.

"Okay." Tom sighs, turning around in his seat to look at his children, mostly just talking to his sons. "You two remember when we told you guys about how people take unwanted pictures of us and other people who have jobs like ours, right?"

"Yeah." The eight year old nods. Their second son takes a moment to think before nodding.

"Well, a few of those people were across the street from the restaurant earlier. And we made you wear your hoods so that hopefully they weren't able to capture your face -- at least very well. Same reason I moved Y/N's high chair."

"Why can't they see our faces?" The oldest asks.

"We just don't want you guys exploited all over the internet. Yes, we post you guys on social media occasionally, but there, we get to decide which photos are posted. You shouldn't be photographed while just trying to eat dinner." Zendaya explains.

"Yeah, we were just trying to protect you guys." Tom states. "So, what do you say we just go home, take some baths, and then watch a movie or two until bedtime?"

"Yeah!" The five year old excitedly nods and grins making his parents smile.

"Okay." The eight year old nods.

"Y/N/N?" Zendaya calls. "Movie?"

"Mobie!" Y/N cheers, clapping.

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#tom holland #zendaya #tom holland and zendaya #tomdaya x daughter!reader #tomdaya imagine

[yankstrash]

can you do #134 and #107 with mackie? pls and thanks :)

request for the umich celly extravaganza !

"Stay where I can see you." & "Wait, are you jealous?"

No matter who you were with, you were constantly surrounded by hockey players. On one hand you had your boyfriend, who played hockey at UMich, and on the other hand you had your brother, who played hockey at MSU.

You couldn't escape them, but you didn't mind. It meant twice as many boys protecting you, twice a many sports events to attend, twice as many friends and twice as many parties to go to.

Tonight, there was a party at your boyfriends house, and your brother and a couple of his teammates were there also, seeing as they had a weekend off from games.

Currently, you were talking to one of your brothers roommates and teammates, Zach. You had known Zach for years, he was one of the nicest guys on the team.

Apparently, he was a little too nice for your boyfriends liking. Mackie watched as you laughed at whatever Zach had just said to you. You threw your head back in laughter before taking a sip from your cup.

After a while, you excused yourself from your conversation with Zach to get another drink and find some of your friends.

You were in the kitchen refilling your cup, when you felt a pair of arms around your waist. You smiled as you turned around, knowing the feeling of those arms all too well.

"Hey baby." Mackie said as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

"Hi cutie." You replied, turning around in his arms and wrapping your own around his neck.

"Where have you been?" He asked you, trying to remain cool and not come off as jealous or possessive.

"Just talking to one of my brothers roommates!" You said, as you leaned in to kiss your boyfriend.

"Mmhmm." He said against your lips.

"I told Y/f/n I'd come find her though before I got caught up talking to Zach, I'll come find you in a bit, okay?" You asked, wriggling out of Mackie's grip.

"Can you just-" Mackie said before you could walk away, causing you to turn back around and look at him.

"Stay where I can see you?" He finished his sentence.

You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion.

"Why, you think I'm gonna run away?" You playfully asked.

"I mean maybe. You ran away from Y/f/n to talk to Zach so." Mackie said.

You looked at him with a "Really?" look on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?" You asked your boyfriend.

Mackie's cheeks got red at your question.

You grinned as you had your answer.

"Aww, baby." You said, walking back up to him. "C'mere."

Mackie walked right into your arms as you re-approached him.

"You have nothing to be jealous of, Zach is Y/b/n good friend, I've known him for years, okay? He's just a friend." You reassured him.

Mackie knew you would never do anything, but he couldn't help but worry sometimes. You were stunning, and there were a lot of guys at these parties, many of which don't know their boundaries.

"I just love you. A lot." He said.

You smiled as you looked up at him. "I love you too, baby. I'll go find Y/f/n and we'll come sit in the kitchen, okay? That way you can keep a sharp eye on me." You said.

Mackie happily agreed to that, and you were off to find your friend.

Jealousy wasn't always a side you got to see of Mackie, but it sure was a cute one.

#mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich imagine #mackie samoskevich x reader #umich hockey #yankstrash extravaganza

[unhinged-summer-fun]

tired

just a quick frankie morales x reader drabble.

it's a very iykyk kinda fic. i've been dealing with some shit and needed to get it out. i feel lighter but not yet like i'm drowning. no taglist for this. tw includes implied MST and retraumatization, as well as bureaucratic bullshit.

whatever.

Ok.

Submit.

"It's done," you whispered, watching the screen kick over from Submitting documents, please do not close your browser to Documents successfully submitted. "I guess." You sounded hollow. You felt hollow.

"What's wrong?"

Frankie brushed the tears from your eyes, ones you had no idea you were shedding. He held your face, and you held his wrists.

"Why do I feel like this is never going to be over? No matter how many steps I take, doors I open, boxes I check? I had to describe what happened five different times in five different forms, and..." you looked down, voice leaving you. "It was never enough. I felt like a rat ready to be studied. What if it gets rejected?"

"Then we'll appeal it."

"The appeal process takes a whole year on average, I can't... I don't know if I..." you swallowed more tears, feeling shame and self-hatred bubble up in your chest and threaten to spill over, making a burning mess of the hands he held you so gently with.

"Shh, shh, that's okay. I hear some guys find lawyers that help them get the help they need."

"They never even investigated my report, never sent me to counseling or for care or--"

"Honey, you don't need to--"

"They let me work forty feet from him for months," you sobbed. "I thought I was dying every time I saw him walk by. Thought a hundred people would stand up from their desks to watch me collapse."

"But you're out now, remember you're out now, you've moved three times since then. He can't find you."

"But what if I see him again? I don't even know if he's moved..." you choked out, tears coming anew. You were overwhelmed with the what-if possibilities that played out in your nightmares. Seeing him, reliving that night, reliving the trauma, paying the price for letting him in when you should have kept that door closed.

"C'mere, baby." Frankie gathered you in his arms, pulling you into his lap and curling you up nice and tight where you felt secure and small and protected again. "Soon the VA will call and get you set up with that referral, and--"

"The last referral told me I was self-obsessed and that I was only sad and scared because I let myself be."

"And she's been reported to the ethics board, remember? You did that all on your own, you stood up for yourself, and I couldn't be more proud."

"What if the next one is like that too? What if I'm just the problem, and I'm too weak, I was always too weak to--"

"That's just not true." The hitch in his voice quieted your next protest. He almost never let the emotions he was feeling bleed over into his words. You looked up at him, finding a serious expression, but his eyes gave him away. He was saddened by your tears, saddened that you still felt rocked by the ripples of pain that came from a splash that had long since reached the sea floor.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting down another sob that rose in your chest.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I... I understand your pain, I understand you. I know the weight you carry, and how hard it is to define it in words, I know the insult that comes when you have to boil down your life into four letters that can't possibly hold the breadth of terror you had to live with, live in, for so long." He strokes your hair, looking between your eyes, pleading for you to understand him enough to reach for his support.

The fog your brain had been walking through the last few hours (veteran burden: 1.5 hours, my ass) was beginning to clear the longer you talked to him, opened up about how you were feeling. The weight felt less and less as time went on, and by the time he'd had to turn on the lights from the sun setting, you felt like you could breathe without the usual terrible stones on your lungs.

He made you tacos. He gave you two beers, not one. He made sure you were okay before you took a shower, and he gathered you in his arms that night, kissing your forehead and reminding you of how much he loved you, and you didn't even have to tell yourself it was enough. You knew it simply was.

#frankie morales x reader #f!reader #unhingery #whatever man i'm tired

[supersizemeplz]

The Ultimate Treat

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic one shot. A continuation of this post. Enjoy!

Street light lined the black suburb styled neighborhood, lighting the path for the young children running around in their costumes. Variations of ghosts, ghouls, historic figures, and monsters roamed the streets with their parents. Armani and Kavari walked a bit ahead of you, excited about getting some candy. Your arms were wrapped around one of Erik's, massaging his skin with your thumb.

"Mama can we go to this one?" Armani stopped, the fabric of her Egyptian princess outfit swaying in the light breeze. You were glad you'd made her put leggings on beneath it. You matched matched her costume since she'd begged you to be a queen. You nodded and they raced to the door, ringing the doorbell twice.

"You look really good, princess.." Erik licked his lips, admiring the cleavage that peeked from the top of your flowy dress. "Or should I call you my queen?" You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"I like the sound of queen better when you say it.. Makes me feel in charge." You laughed, adjusting your tall crown for extra effect. He laughed as he kissed your hand, stopping to pull you against him. Chest to Breasts.

He pecked you matte colored lips, chuckling. "I have no problem with that.." His forehead rested against yours. "Use me however you desire, my queen.."

The clearing of two throats stopped your intense eye undressing. "Erik can you come with us? Armani is scared to walk up to the Anderson's house.." Kavari sounded a bit annoyed, but he continued to hold his younger sister's hand. Protective and comforting.

"There's a clown on the porch.." Her voice was small as she looked up to Erik, slowly letting go of her brother's hand. Armani was terrified of clowns ever since she'd watched IT. You both glanced over to see the life sized terrifying clown, it creeped you out a bit too. Her big eyes looked glossy, sparkling the reflection of the street light you all were under. Erik released your hand to bend down to her height. He grinned as he wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Don't cry, baby girl. He can't do anything to you, especially while me and Kavari are here. I'll be your knight in shining armor to protect you.." He held her hand. "How does that sound?" She nodded at that, letting Jabari told her other hand. You smiled at the trio as they headed to the door. Erik separated Armani and the lifeless clown prop. He'd make such a good dad.

A great dad.. Your kids could have a male figure in their life. Kavari could have a role model. They adored Erik, from the first time they met him. Armani had told you many times that she liked how Erik always made you laugh, saying 'Grandma says your man should have a good sense of humor so you'll be more relaxed'. That had made you chuckle.. Kavari confessed his liking for Erik as well, you'd remembered his hoping that Erik stayed around. And you hoped that too because he seemed like the one.

"You ready to head back to your place, babe?" Erik's voice snapped you from your thoughts. You cleared your throat, nodding as you looked down at your babies. They talked to each other about which candies they'd trade. "You good?" Erik grabbed your hand as you all began the journey back to your house.

Looking at him for the hundredth time tonight, you took in his full lips and brown eyes. His dimples deepened as he gave a goofy grin. "I've never been better.." You kissed his cheek, laughing when the kids 'oooh la la'd at the affection.

The clock was going on 9:30 as Erik locked the door behind him. You slipped off your crown and sighed. "Ok, y'all. Three pieces of candy then it's a bath before you go to bed. You have school tomorrow.."

They groaned at the reminder to school the next morning. You laughed as they sat their full buckets of candy on the table. They chose three pieces as they were told before heading for the stairs. "We'll be up to say goodnight when your done." You looked in the direction they left before hearing a unified yes ma'am.

Slipping off the sandals you wore, you could feel Erik's eyes on you. He rested in a chair, licking his lips as he watched you. That fuzzy feeling fell over you again. "May I help you, sir?" You grinned, taking off the bracelets and choker you'd worn.

"C'mere.." He motioned you to him with a single finger. You fought to stop your smile from widening as you made your way to him. Your dress dragged against the floor with your steps, like a wedding gown on a bride.

"Yes?" Your raised an eyebrow, allowing him to take your hand in his. He pressed a kiss against your knuckles before trailing them up your arm. A giggle slipped from you as you sat on his lap, feeling the kisses end at the back of your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist as he took in the addictive scent of your hair.

"You know I love you, right?" He announced out of nowhere. You chuckled, nodding. He'd told you before.

"I am very aware since you tell me all the time.." You kissed his lips, massaging your nails against his scalp at the nape of his neck. "I love you too, baby." He fought a grin of his own as he looked up at you. Your thumb massaged his cheek as your held his face in your hands.

A shaky sigh left his lips as he stared at you. He opened his mouth, but closed it again. Why was he nervous? What was he about to tell you? You furrowed your eyebrows with a concerned smile. "What is it, Erik? Is everything ok?" You watched as he ran a hand through his tamed dreads.

He lifted your from his lap, "Yeah, uh, everything's fine baby... It's just.." You watched him glance at your before taking a deep breath. He was scaring you.

"Erik..." You took a step towards him, voice soft.

"I was trying to figure out what I could do, you know. I mean.." His voice shook a bit, barely noticeable. You're heartbeat had to be loud as hell right now. "There's so many ways this could go. And I thought about how the kids would feel. I've thought about where I could do this. And the best time to do it.. but" He finally stopped his shuttle pacing. "This moment is better than any other.." A grin parted his lips before he dropped to one knee.

"Princess, I know this isn't the fanciest setting but I'll make it up to you..." He held out the velvet ring box. Your phone hit the floor as you stared at him in a daze, tears threatening to spill. A hushed Erik left your trembling lips. "That is.. if you'd be my queen forever.."

"Say yes, mama!" Armani appeared from around the corner, grinning widely at the scene before her. Kavari stood behind her, holding smile of his own as he watched you. You looked back to Erik's nervous smile before grinning.

Nodding as tears fell from your eyes, ruining your makeup that you'd worked hard on. He slipped the ring onto your finger and you admired the large diamond. You felt like a princess in a fairytale. "Yes, Erik. I'll be your queen.."

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