#toddler sunscreen

[lipstickandbrunch]

Summer Must-Haves for Toddlers

Summer Must-Haves for Toddlers

If you have a toddler like me then you’re already getting ready for all the summer activities he’ll be doing! If you’re in Texas like me then those already started because we’ve already had 100 degree days-yikes! I already ordered all my summer must-haves for toddlers and we’ll be using them at the pool, beach and splash pads the next three months. (more…)

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#blue lizard #repellent bracelets #summer must haves for toddlers #swim shoes #toddler summer essentials #toddler summer fun #toddler sunscreen

[p1aylist]

in such a good mood since sunday night. that ugly raisin of a man hasn't even been able to talk about his loss like a grown-up since the results. throwing absolute fits apparently. one of his guys had to basically speak for him to talk about the presidential transition cause he's such a huge pathetic baby.

#walking around like a whole ad for sunscreen. overgrown microwaved toddler bitch.

[luveline]

That family holiday kbd was soo cute😭

Can we get a blurb about playing at the resort’s pool with Steve and the kids? 🫶🏻

kbd — the harrington’s go poolside !! mom!reader, 1.4k

“Can we hold hands?” Beth asks. 

You throw your hand out to her showfully. She giggles as she takes it, rejuvenated after a good night's sleep and a huge breakfast from the buffet. You and Steve are probably happier about her gorging than she is; it’s never a bad day when Bethie eats well. 

Steve holds a toddling Dove’s hand, leaning down to accommodate her tiny stature, while Avery walks just ahead. “It’s gonna be fun, bubby,” Steve’s saying, “I promise.” 

Dove’s been to the pool a couple of times, but never for long. Last time she’d been in Steve’s arms for the whole session, while you shepherded Beth, and Avery played water games with her Aunt Robin. You’re a little scared to be taking them now with just the two of you, but Steve reassured you that everyone would be perfectly safe in the kids pool under both your supervision and the lifeguards, and you tend to trust his judgement. 

You leave the hotel lobby and step out into the resort’s back, white concrete and bright green sections of grass cut by paths that lead down to the pools and water features. Steve shouts for Avery to stay close, your oldest girl gasping with excitement as you draw near the pool and families already swimming in the sun. Her flip-flops slap the ground. 

“Mom, it’s too sunny,” Bethie whines. 

“This is why we all have hats. Do you want a hat?” 

“No.” She frowns. “I can’t see.” 

“You can’t see?” you ask. “I might have something that can help. Let’s just get to some seats and I’ll show you.”  

There are rows of blue plastic chairs and sun loungers outfitted with tables near the kiddie pool, more further down toward the adult pool. Families have already set up in places, but there’s plenty of room for you, your family, and your huge baby bag. 

Steve hoists Dove onto a sun lounger. Avery next, though she stays standing, her excitement catching. A sprinkler shaped like a flower rains generous streams of water down onto a laughing little girl and her mother. Avery watches them over Steve’s shoulder. “Can we swim? Please, dad, I want to go under the sprinkler!”

“Yeah. Let’s take your nice dress off first, sweetheart, put your arms up. Up, up!” 

She holds up her arms for Steve to help her out of her dress. You and Beth take the sunlounger opposite, where she’s quick to climb into your lap, hiding her face from the sun. 

You knew Beth wouldn’t wear a hat. She hates them, just like she hates flip flops, sandals, and any shoes without socks. Luckily she’s fine to go barefoot from here —you begin to untie her laces. “I have something new for us to try. I think you’re gonna love it, but maybe you won’t, I don’t know.” 

“What is it?” 

You unzip the bag and pull out a round blue container. It clicks open, unveiling a toddler-sized pair of sunglasses made of a strange soft plastic. 

“You can match daddy,” you sing-song, attempting to entice her. “And keep your eyes away from the sun.” 

“Will they stay on when I swim?” she asks. 

“Maybe not, but I’ve got you goggles for swimming. Are you ready to swim? Or are we gonna sit here for a bit in the sun?” 

Avery jumps down off of the sunlounger. The skirt of her swimsuit bounces as she runs to you, hands vying for your bag. “Mom, I want goggles too.” 

“I got you some, don’t worry. Let daddy do it. He has to make them smaller on your head.”

Steve outfits Avery in her goggles, and takes Dove’s dress off to leave her in her swimsuit (or scuba suit). Beth doesn’t wanna swim yet, but you take her dress off and begin the long process of covering each child in SPF. 

“There,” you say, wiping a smudge of sunscreen from Avery’s arm down into her hand. “Tada! You’re now safe from the sun.” 

“I love the sun.” 

“I know, but the sun doesn’t love us. It gets too hot.” 

“That’s why we have to drink.” 

“Exactly, baby, exactly.” You frame her face with your hands. “Hey, you look beautiful today. You do! Look at your lovely smile, so pretty, better let me have a little kiss.” 

“Mommy,” she giggles. 

“Just a little one, Avey, just one–” You kiss her cheek twice, one near her nose and the other her ear, before pulling her in for a slightly slimy hug. The sun warms the back of your neck, and her shoulders are warm where your arms slide over them. 

“That was two,” Steve says. 

“You rat,” you say, grinning as he leans down to hug you from behind. 

“Better give me one to make it even,” he says in your ear.

“Don’t think that’s how it works.” 

He gives you a quick kiss. “Hey, Dove! Babe, where are you going?” 

“Swim!” 

“Guess we better get in,” he says, thumb in your shoulder and then suddenly gone as he chases your waddling barely-toddler before she can get too far away. 

“Ready, Beth?” you ask. 

“You’re coming in?” she asks you. 

“Yeah, I’m coming in,” you say, forcing a smile. 

You've had three babies. You know you don’t look like you did when you and Steve first met, don’t look like somebody you’d see on TV or in the background of a Madonna video. He sees you naked all the time and he’s never had any complaints (the opposite, always), but these people aren’t used to you. You have a doughy stomach and the baby weight sticks to your chest and thighs; you’re so worried you’ll be judged for how you look you start to resent yourself for not trying to fix it. 

You pull your dress over your head hesitantly. 

An immediate wolf whistle echoes from the poolside. 

Steve’s ankle deep in the kids shallows, his fingers still in his mouth, the other arm wrapped around Dove. The sun turns his hair a dirty blonde, his mild tan lightened. 

“Steve, don’t,” you scorn, immediately flustered at the attention it draws. 

“That’s my wife,” Steve says to Avery, unaffected. 

You grab Bethie, kiss her under the chin, and try to act like you aren’t embarrassed as you meet them in the water. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he says, grabbing for you, not quite reaching. 

The water’s cold. “Stop, Steve.” 

“You’re so beautiful, come here, I need a kiss.” 

“Stop.” 

“Seriously?” he asks. 

You hug Beth. “Maybe one more.” 

“Mom, you’re beautiful!” Avery shouts. 

“Yeah, mom, you’re beautiful,” Beth says. 

Steve smirks from over Dove’s head. “Took the words right out of my mouth.” 

You and Steve kneel in the pool. The water isn’t that deep at its deepest, and the girls can stand without being submerged. Avery and Bethie hold hands under the sprinkler flower to stop from either girl getting lost, while you and Steve watch with Dove held in his arms. “How’s that, Dovey? Are you having fun?” you ask saccharinely. 

Steve sighs. “You really are so, so beautiful.” 

“Daddy’s feeling silly,” you say to Dove, “he doesn’t get it.” 

“I get it.” 

“You don’t think people wonder what you’re doing with me?” you ask, mostly joking, ninety percent as you give your stomach a self-deprecating squeeze. “You look like you're still twenty-two.” 

“No I don’t. I used to have abs.” 

You push through the water to poke his lean stomach. “Feels solid to me,” you say. 

He laughs and pulls away from you. His eyes dart between you and the girls, softened with his laughing, “Get off of me, you rascal.” 

“Rascal?” 

You laugh worse. 

Steve’s predictable. He makes sure Dove is alright floating in the water with his one hand on her back before he leans across to kiss you, a wet hand to your collar, his lips persistent as he pecks you twice, three times. “Love you, pretty girl,” he says. 

You flush with heat from your face to your fingertips. That’s a rare one. “I love you too.” 

#kisses before dinner universe #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #dad!steve harrington #dad!steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington x mom!reader #steve harrington x afab!reader #afab!reader #mom!reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fluff

[dilfsfordinner]

summary- nanami kento being a girl dad

pairing- husband nanami x wife!reader

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with the growth of a child came the difficulties of their attitude, most adults making it known that they were struggling with parenting through the complaints of certain ages, like “the terrible twos”, which coincidentally, your daughter was in the current stage of.

“come here, now,” your voice was stern, all patience fizzling out of your system as you watched your little girl cross her arms indignantly, scowling at you before pointedly turning her head away.

it was nanami’s idea to use up your weekend at the beach, his optimism rubbing off on you prior to what was now a toddler’s tantrum.

“do you want me to count?” your eyebrows quirked as your daughter continued the silent treatment, hmphing in disobedience. “fine.. i’ll just tell your father.” at the mention of her dad, your baby immediately whipped toward you, her face contorting into a cry as she realized she wouldn’t get away with not listening, little feet stomping as you got up to talk to your husband who was currently preoccupied setting up a tiny, pink umbrella.

stopping with his task, nanami listened as you complained about your little girl not letting you put on sunscreen, her back apparently too sensitive to stand the cold cream. “help me, please,” you sighed, leaning your head against the bare skin of his chest, forehead resting against his collarbones.

a large hand began to rub up and down the length of your spine, comforting you, consoling you in a way that instantly had your nerves relaxing. “you sit down, i’ll deal with her,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head gently before pulling away to trek toward the pouting child in the sand only a few yards away.

the sun was already starting to beat down at only 8 o’clock in the morning, reinforcing your belief that sunscreen was indeed needed to protect your baby from sunburn or sickness. bottle in hand, nanami approached his little girl like she was a lion ready to pounce at him. she wouldn’t look at him either, braving a spanking to stand her ground.

sinking to his knees a few feet before her, nanami didn’t say anything, just opened the tube of sunblock, and began to manipulate the white lotion into a variety of different shapes. first, was a simple sun on the tan skin of his thigh. second, was a couple of flowers, trailing up the outside of his wrist and forearm. the third actually piqued the little girl’s interest, a big butterfly that was messily drawn on the expanse of his chest.

continuing his painting session, nanami concealed his smile as he heard sand begin to drag beneath what sounded strangely like knees, his peripheral vision granting him the ability to watch as his baby began to crawl toward him, big eyes zeroed in on the insect on his chest.

“daddy,” came a quiet voice beside him, nanami finally looking up from the haphazardly drawn shark on his knee to look at the curious little face of his daughter. her eyes were wide but wary as she pointed to his chest, tiny index coming up to smear the butterfly there, almost like she was testing the quality of the “paint” he had used.

“do you want to help me?” nanami asked gently, gesturing to the bottle in his hand. she tilted her head as if she actually had to ponder his question, before she was nodding excitedly, reaching for his hand in a hurried frenzy.

tsking, he pulled the bottle away quickly, his arm high above her head even while sitting. “if you help me, i get to help you too.. okay?”

nodding again, she tried and failed to reach the bottle, little eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “pinky promise?” he asked softly, large hand coming down until only his pinky nudged the air before her. before he could pull away, her whole hand wrapped around his single finger, shaking it up and down like a giant shaking hands with an ant, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“alright, c’mere baby,” lifting her up by her waist, she set her feet on his thighs, his hands remaining wrapped around her belly to hold her upright before he deposited a puddle of sunscreen in her hand, awaiting her painting.

she certainly wasn’t gentle with it, repeatedly testing the safety limits of his face, one time almost jabbing a sunscreen-covered finger in his eye. slowly but surely, she began to smile, little giggles coming from her mouth, her reaction being enough to tell him that he didn’t even want to know what was occurring on his face.

after a couple minutes, she leaned back in his hands, her index leaving a swipe of white on the tip of his nose before she started to giggle again, “mister kitty.”

ignoring the revelation of her comment, he tickled her sides, smiling at the shrill laughter that echoed along the empty beach, drinking in the fact that his little girl was happy again, that one of her moods hadn’t ruined the day before it even started.

ruffling the fuzzy mop of hair atop her head, he kissed her forehead, “can daddy paint you now?” he asked nicely, her response giddy and quick, clapping her little hands before plopping down into the sand, back to him.

“i want a kitty too!” she practically barked, wiggling her toes in the sand to conceal her very apparent excitement.

“yes ma’am,” nanami murmered, squirting a generous amount of sunscreen in his hand before he began applying the white paste all over her back, letting his hands “accidentally” travel over her arms and legs, somehow successfully applying sunscreen to every necessary area without her noticing.

finishing up, he patted her bottom, urging her to “go show mommy” to which she complied, hurriedly clambering across the sand to jump in front of you, trying (and failing) to point at the “painting” on her back.

“isn’t he cute?” she gushed, jumping up and down, obviously referencing the cat she assumed was on her back.

looking up from your giggling child, you watched as your husband sauntered toward your position on the beach blanket, triumphant grin on his face at his accomplishment. a smile pulled at your own lips at this, not because of his success, but because of the white whiskers and nose that had been slathered across his face by the hand of the girl sitting before you, makeshift face paint making him the world’s cutest dad.

swallowing a laugh, you pulled your baby into your arms, rocking her back and forth as you watched your sun-kissed lover begin to set up that tiny umbrella once again.. strong muscles glinting in the sun heavily offset by the cute kitten makeup on his face… “he sure is.”

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#i hate the word daddy now but it was better than papa cause i only ever think of stranger things with that name #nanami fluff #dad nanami #girl dad nanami #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk fluff #nanami x fem!reader #nanami kento fluff #nanamin

[kitashousewife]

lifeguard!atsumu who picked up this gig as a side thing, something to help out his mom's friend who needed help at the public pool.

and boy is he loving it.

he sits in the sun all day and has developed quite the golden brown tan, and his hair has lightened more if possible. he's got free access to the pool at all times, free trips to the snack bar, and endless fun. he's everyone's favorite lifeguard. from the ladies in the water aerobics class that he teaches twice a week, to the little kids in the toddler pool, to kids at the diving boards, he earns excited smiles everywhere he goes.

atsumu thinks that if volleyball didn't work out, he would have been perfectly fine doing this. today he sits at his post near the shallow end of the pool, relaxed and content with his ray-bans sliding down his nose as chlorine fills the air.

and the best part? you're on shift today too.

you began lifeguarding shortly after atsumu agreed to help, meaning the two of you spent a lot of time together during training exercises and certifications. he's loved every second.

his favorite part? driving you absolutely nuts.

the concrete under your feet is almost too much to handle as you pad toward your station for the next fifteen minutes. your fingers pull at the straps of your red lifeguard suit, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen in. the sharp blow of a whistle grabs your attention and you stop in your tracks.

"woah!" you stop dead in your tracks when the voice of none other than miya atsumu carries across the blue water. "no runnin', sweetheart." he smirks at you over his sunglasses, lazily spinning the whistle around his finger. you roll your eyes and continue on, trying to ignore your very pesky, but incredibly handsome coworker.

as you climb up to your spot, you can't help but look at him. sweet smile on his lips while he speaks to a little girl in the pool, hair curling slightly from the water he must have dipped in earlier. his strong arms and abs even more defined from the hours of the sun he's gotten.

while he is annoying, he's quite nice to look at.

the time goes quickly, being entertained at the various jumps at the diving boards. if it wasn't for atsumu's voice, you wouldn't have known it was time to switch.

as he saunters over to you, he's greeting the moms, kids, and babies that are in his path. everyone smiles at him while he passes by, but when he gets to your chair he's met with a rather unamused face.

"yer savior is here," he sighs, sliding his water bottle into the now vacant cup next to the seat. "oh c'mon, nothin'?"

the quip you had ready to go dies on your heavy tongue as you finally face him.

he looks up at you as you shade him from the sun and you take in the little details on his face. his eyes, almost glowing gold from the sun. his cheeks are dusted with freckles, and a couple flecks of white from the sunscreen he failed to rub in a few seconds earlier.

"be careful with this group," you nod your head towards the boys clambering over to the diving boards. "they've been pushing it."

"i'll be fine," he waves you off, watching you as you climb down. "yer just too hard on 'em."

"because it's my job, atsumu. not all of us spend our shift messing around."

just as he rolls his eyes, a boy jumps off the diving board, breaking several pool rules. the two of you blow your whistles when he emerges from the water.

"no jumping backward!"

"awesome jump! 8/10!"

the two of you look at each other, you with annoyance tugging at your furrowed brows, and atsumu with a wide smile, tongue in cheek as he shakes his head at you.

"just as i was sayin'," he pokes your cheek before climbing up to his spot. "yer no fun. now run along, i'm sure the toddler pool is more yer pace, angel."

you bite your tongue, huffing as you shove the red lifeguard floatie into his abdomen before you walk away. atsumu can't help but laugh as you leave, satisfied with his efforts of riling you up.

the rest of the day flies by for both of you, and even with atsumu's incessant teasing and lackadaisical approach to lifeguarding, you're able to make it through your shift with only a couple pet names and attempted pranks.

once the pool gates are shut for the day, you and your fellow lifeguards work on getting everything closed up and ready to go for tomorrow. unfortunately, you got stuck with the harder jobs, keeping you longer than you hoped. just as you push the supply closet shut, a certain blonde appears from behind it.

"easy day today?"

"the sun has set miya, you don't need those stupid sunglasses anymore,"

he slides them up to the top of his head, feathering his hair slightly at the same time. "what? ya don't think i look cool in 'em?"

you sigh and pull a t-shirt over your suit and gather your things.

"no, i'm not one of your water aerobic ladies. are you done so i can turn the lights off?"

he snorts, reaching to snatch your key out of your fingers. "i'll be done when ya apologize,"

"apologize for what?" you're trying to hold back a smile as you finish packing up your things. "for you looking like a dork?"

atsumu gasps in fake hurt, clutching a crumpled MSBY tee to his chest. "yer so mean to me,"

you laugh for real now at the pout on his lips, staring a little longer as he puts his shirt on.

"i think you'll be okay," you flick off the lights and begin walking to the parking lot. "have a good night, miya."

"drive safe," he grins and walks towards the parking lot, but realizes that he grabbed your keys instead of his on the way out. he jogs ahead, the sandals on his feet slapping the warm pavement as he catches up to you.

"first ya insult my glasses, then ya steal my keys? didn't think ya would be so hurtful," he teases with stupid smirk on his lips.

"here you are," you walk towards him, dangling his keyring above your head. he reaches to grab it, but you pull it away at the last second. an innocent prank has now pulled the two of you close, torsos touching. atsumu's lips part, heart racing at just how close the two of you are under the flickering parking lot light.

he tries so hard to think of something smart to say, but his brain turns to mush as he stares at your lips. you pull away first, catching your own breath as atsumu laughs nervously.

"s-sorry 'bout that," he manages to stutter out, unlocking his car as quick as he can. you're shocked at his flustered state. who knew the atsumu miya would get worked up over a little prank?

"no worries," you turn to walk away, but can't help but smile at the chance to finally get in the last word for once.

"atsumu, be sure to wear more sunscreen tomorrow. your cheeks are a little pink!"

you wave at him as you get into your car, and he groans from the driver's seat, embarrassed at both his reaction and the fact that he couldn't get himself to kiss you when he had the chance.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu drabble

[simonrillleyyysss]

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹UNWIND

☁️💞💐

part 2 / extension to this

13.10.23

domestic!ghost x innocent!housewife!reader

warnings; reader is referred to as mummy,minor kissing, they have a babi :3, handholding,gentle sex,interrupted sex,p in v,not proofread :((, happy ghost with a happy family

notes; I XANT GET OFER GHOST WITH A FAMFAM 😭😭

‘what does the cow say?’

‘boooo!’

the toddler babbled confidently, shifting on the floor as you sat with a small picture book, legs crossed as you pointed at an array of animals.

‘mooo!’

‘booh?’

you let out a sigh, patting her head and ushering her over to your lap, sitting her between your legs as you lifted the hairbrush from your bag, and two hair ties.

‘ouuuwwww!’

with a cry, the toddler threw herself onto the floor as she squealed—trying to pull away dramatically as you combed through her hair, looking at her with a raised brow.

‘i didn’t touch you, baby.’

‘hurts!’

a gruff voice behind you erupted, turning to glance up at your beloved.

‘mummy hurtin’ you, love?’

ghost cooed, kneeling down to hoist the chubby baby into his arms, bouncing her up and down, looking down at you with a smirk.

‘i didn’t even touch her, simon!’

you countered, leaning against the back of the sofa—handing simon the hairbrush as he snickered, sitting the toddler and him beside you, running the brush through her hair.

‘y’r so mean to her, baby..pulling on her hair.’

he tutted his tongue,watching you sigh and kiss his cheek, patting his arm and whining slightly.

‘i know, just joking.’

the broad figure assured, tying the tufts of hair into two little ponytails, lifting her off his lap.

‘all better?’

‘yah,thainkss daddy!’

‘’mhm.’

‘s’so warm, simon!’

you sighed, resting neath’ the umbrella planted into the sand, watching the sun shine down onto the busy beach—looking over at ghost.

‘that a bad thing?’

‘sometimes.’

‘xactly’.’

you hummed, continuing to smear the sunscreen over his tattooed arms, pursing your lips as you patted his head, scrunching your nose and kissing his cheek.

‘all done!’

‘thanks baby..’

he mumbled, placing a hand on your hip and leaning in for a kiss, gently moving his full lips against yours; before a crying baby trying to run up to him caught his attention.

‘what’s wrong honey?’

you ushered, lifting her into your arms and rocking her back and forth, wiping down her sandy knees.

‘you fall?’

you asked, gently shushing her and kissing her forehead, rubbing her back comfortingly, simon reaching out to hold her minuscule hand in his monstrous one, rubbing his thumb along her wrist.

‘yr’ fine, love.. big girls fall all the time.’

he reassured, laying back and sighing, watching the toddler nod and waddle back to her castle;meanwhile you rolled into your side, wrapping your arm around him with a soft smile, kissing his chin as he snuggled against your hair.

‘quiet, slag—gonna wake the babby..’

ghost grumbled into the crook of your neck, his hips thrusting inside you slowly, hand gently squishing against the pudge of your thighs, watching you let out soft breaths, hand intertwined with his free one, kissing the back of your neck tenderly, a content sigh falling from your lips—

BANG

you jumped up, and so did he— quickly sliding his boxers back on as you did the same with your panties and nightdress, kissing his head before standing up to go check what happened.

‘oh—did you open the gate? you should be asleep!’

you mockingly gasped, lifting the chubby baby into your arms, watching her plump fingers grab at your hair, twirling it around in her fingers, blabbering.

‘what happened?’

simon asked briefly, sitting up on the bed and turning on the lamp on the locker, pinching the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his hair.

‘pretty girl here managed to get the gate open.’

you hummed in amusement, letting her climb into the bed and sit down, bouncing up and down slightly, sitting back beside simon as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling at him innocently.

‘bedtime?’

‘yeah.’

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[macfrog]

what are joel, sarah, ellie, and reader doing on a typical day like today?

i had an ickle answer for you, non, but then @mrsmando sent me this tiktok and said it was scom coded, and - well. here's what my babies were up to today.

the whole world 1.8k words | series masterlist warnings: lots of sickly-sweet family love, couple teeny mentions of ellie throwing up, joel's a flirt at the end

“…beautiful blue skies all day today with highs of eighty in some parts, cooling down into the sixties as we head into the evening…”

Your skin still smells like the pool.

Chlorine, chemical summer – and the sweet spritz of sunscreen. It’s still glistening, still shiny and tacky on your arms.

The girls were bathed the second you got back inside. Sleeves rolled to your elbows; suds slipping down swollen, sun-kissed cheeks.

One hand at Ellie’s back, the other swishing water at her tummy to make her giggle. Joel knelt at your side, wrestling with Sarah over a soaked sponge the entire time.

He kept wringing it over her head, cracking up at the look on her face – water dripping from the tip of her nose and her pouted bottom lip.

Mama, she announced – with a twang even sweeter than her dad’s – I ain’t talkin’ to Daddy no more.

You scoffed, nudging a rubber duck along the water to Ellie’s open hands. I’ll believe that when I see it, Duck.

As the water drained from the tub, Sarah let Joel bundle her in a towel and follow her – a trail of damp footprints along the hall carpet – into her bedroom to grab her pajamas.

Lasted long, didn’t it? you muttered to Ellie, swaddling her in a dino bathrobe.

It’s May. Everything is alive and bursting with color. The birds and the bugs and the static from the radio. The windchimes and the orange slices and the tickticktick of the neighbor’s kid’s bicycle, whirring past the house.

Your daughters giggle, sharing secrets through nuzzling noses and flashing toothless grins. Nearly seven and just turned one. All their mom’s beauty with their dad’s old soul, so you’ve been told.

You figure it’s just a flowery way of saying perfect. Everything about them is perfect.

Everything about this is perfect. The slow-setting sun, needling between the trees as she slips from the sky. The cool shade under the porch, the soft tinkle of ice in your glass. The scrape of the dog’s claws on the wood as she slumps down.

This life you’ve dreamt up, held together by string lights and hanging plants; made real by the trike parked over in the corner, the teething toy wetting the tablecloth.

It’s all so fucking perf–

A clatter echoes from the kitchen.

“Shit – Jesus –” Joel hisses, another crashing sound swallowing the rest.

Sarah peers up at you, eyes wide. Knees tucked under her chin, tiny in the chair beside you.

“Did you hear that?” you ask her, lifting your eyebrows. Doing your best not to break into a grin.

The corners of her mouth twitch. She looks just like you, in this light. Same cheeky smirk. You never really noticed it until you saw it on her.

“No,” she mumbles, pressing her lips into her knee. She giggles.

Your eyes thin. “Mhm.”

“Mhm,” she mimics, reaching for her Barbie.

You lean back in your chair, arms wrapping a little tighter around the toddler in your lap. “You sure you’re okay in there?” you call through the house.

Joel’s arm swats around the kitchen doorframe. “Fine,” he says. “Fine. It’s just – goddamn it – it’s fine.”

“Heard that,” Sarah says. She stares at the doll’s hair, combing it flat.

“Shh,” you whisper, hearing the creak of the floorboards.

Joel materializes on the porch, balancing three plates in his arms. A stained towel slung over his shoulder, his shirt loose and chest dappled with sweat.

“Alright,” he pants, bending to set yours down first.

Ellie twists in your arms, her green terrycloth spikes flapping as she turns. The hood slips over her eyes and you pull her free.

You grab her hands before she can slam two tiny fists into the ravioli. “Jesus, Nel,” you snort.

She pulls herself to her feet, swaying from side to side on your thighs. Watching Joel intently as he sets Sarah’s plate down, then his own.

He straightens, running the towel between his hands. “Can I sit next to Mama?” he asks his daughter.

She shakes her head. “I’m showin’ her my Barbies.”

“Can you show her them from your own chair, Duck?”

Another head shake. “How is she s’posed to see ‘em?”

His eyes flash up to yours. His expression sets like stone.

All these years, all that time you spent desperately trying to crack him. Chiseling away with tools made from jokes, from teasing. From frisbeeing his newspaper and aiming for his plant pots.

A little smile; a quiet, “How am I s’posed to see ‘em, Joel?” – and you melt him instantly.

He breathes a laugh, shaking his head as he wanders around the table. This huge, broad man, squeezing into the space by the windowsill. Dotted with toy animals and scattered miniature accessories.

He pulls the chair out and settles back into it.

You nudge his calf beneath the table.

Joel’s hands find your knees, slipping around them. He pulls your ankles into his lap, thumb trailing circles on your skin, and picks up his fork.

“Alright, Duckie,” you elbow her gently, “Barbies down. Look what Daddy made us.”

She fixes the pink pumps back onto the doll’s feet, straightens her spacesuit, and sits her carefully on the edge of the table.

Ellie blows a raspberry and collapses again into your lap. She yawns, turning to snuggle into your chest.

“You wanna try a little?” you whisper, blowing on a piece of ravioli.

She steals it from your fork and suckles on it. Her long lashes blink slower and slower until her eyes are closed, full cheeks still chewing.

Joel scoffs. “That’s her mom. Right there, that’s all you.”

“Fallin’ asleep with food in her mouth?” you chuckle, kissing her head. “Glad I’m leavin’ some legacy.”

“Uhuh,” he replies, tongue in his cheek. His eyes flash golden when they meet yours, brighter than the sun.

Ellie’s warm under your cheek; her skin still as soft and plushy as the day you met her. She quietens, stills as she drifts off. She’s solid in your arms – sturdier than her sister ever was at her age.

Or, as her uncle Tommy said, the first time he held her: She weighs a goddamn ton, don’t she?

She weighs nothing to you. Your arms were made for cradling her. Hips were designed to hold her. She’s the perfect size to fit in the crook of her dad’s arm. Her favorite game is being tossed in the air by him until she throws up.

“Ah-ah, Duck. Not right now,” Joel says, shaking his head. “Wait ‘til we’re done, or she’ll just beg.”

Sarah huffs, lifting her fork from the dog’s mouth. “Sorry, Shim.”

The shepherd trots around to Joel’s side, settling her chin on his thigh. She breathes a pleading sigh.

“I know, girl,” he ruffles her ears, “I ain’t fair to ya, am I?”

She falls to a heap under the table, and spends the meal pouncing at scraps Sarah accidentally drops.

The sky drains, the world darkening until you’re lit in shades of orange and gold; the candles flickering and stretching funny shadows across the porch ceiling.

Joel bribes Sarah with staying up later, so long as she helps him clear the table. She babbles away as they fill the sink with dishes; follows at his heels and catches him up on the politics of second grade.

He leans down to take Ellie – sound asleep and snoring – from you.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he says, and kisses you. “C’mon, Duckie,” he groans as she climbs into his other arm. “Bedtime.”

Upstairs, you split off into the girls’ rooms. Shimmer follows you into Sarah’s, curling up at her feet in a nest of pink blankets.

Your firstborn is already tucked under her covers, her nightlight spinning hazy stars around the walls.

“How much do I love you?” you whisper, stroking her hair.

Sarah takes a few seconds to answer, sleep already overcoming her. “More…more ‘n the…” she yawns, “…more ‘n the whole world, Mama…”

“The whole world,” you repeat, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams, little Duckie.”

Joel meets you in the hallway. He holds the baby monitor up. The screen lights; the fuzzy outline of your baby in her cot. Arms outstretched, above her head; fists balled and a determined frown on her face as she snoozes.

“Like a log,” Joel mutters, nudging you over to the stairs. “’nother thing she got from her mom.”

You smile – a loose, sleepy thing. “’s my girl.”

He follows you downstairs.

The reflections of the candles glint from each photo frame on the wall, lighting them one by one as you pass. First birthdays, first Christmases. Sarah perched atop a pony in Jackson; Joel in a suit holding Ellie, seconds before she spat milk down his tie.

Each one a tiny thread, linking you from who you were to who you are now. Stringing you together, binding the wound you never knew how to tend to.

At the bottom of the stairs, you feel a tug from your back pocket.

“Joel –” you giggle, stumbling into his arms. “We got dishes to – Joel –”

“Come on,” he whispers against your lips, stealing soft kisses. “It’s a nice night, let’s just sit for a while.”

He leads you out front and rocks back on the swing. He sets the monitor down at his feet and opens his arms. A goofy smile on his face, eyes twinkling.

You fold your arms. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. But I love you.”

Your breath catches, the way it always does. Almost seven years, two kids and a fucking joint mortgage – and it still catches you off guard when you remember.

He loves you. He always did.

“That’s what makes you the idiot,” you reply, stepping forward. You slip into his lap, knees either side of his hips, and link your arms around his neck. “Fell in love with your nemesis.”

“Hm.” Joel’s arms scoop around your butt. “All that time, I thought we were friends.”

You laugh, leaning in to him. “We were never friends,” you say, “I never wanted to be just your friend.”

His chest rumbles beneath yours. He presses more kisses into your neck, kneading your waist. He takes your jaw, pulling back to look at you.

This man, and the silver through his beard, and the marks on his careful hands. This man, who never looked surer of himself – never looked more like the gleeful kid you once spotted in a photo frame – than when he has one daughter in one arm and the other slung over his back.

This man, who once built you a closet in exchange for a fake date. Who, drunk on liquor and something more, followed you back to your hotel room and changed you forever.

Made you his, forever.

You forget what it ever felt like to be anything else.

#for the purposes of this fic it was sunny and dry in austin today #chats w max #anon #sweet child o' mine #joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader

[tarjapearce]

OMFG NOW U HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING WITH MIGUEL AND READER INTRODUCING BABY BELLA (that’s just a nickname i’d give gabriella if she was my daughter 😭) TO FOOTBALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i’m from germany that’s FOOTBAAALLLL

I was watching a kid play after I came home from work and AHHH reminded me of this ask!! (And don't worry, over here in Honduras we call it football too c: ) Hope you like :')

WARNINGS: Fluff, domestic shenanigans ~

There was little changes in your life after Gabriella was born. Domestic life sure had its perks, and with Miguel everything was thrilling, exhausting and tearjerker.

You had moved to your new home. A two floored home that you and Miguel bought to grow in. Gabriel remained in his now single apartment, teasing his older brother to no end once he saw him with one of your aprons as he cooked dinner while you were bathing Gabi.

Chaos was a constant part of your lives, discovering things as new parents sparked things between your relationship with Miguel. Your teamwork had improved significantly, and so your communication.

Even though there were little misunderstandings here and there, Gabi seemed the common ground that you needed to not fall back into the bad habits pre-marriage you had and sometimes slipped away into your new stage of life.

Gabi or Gabibi, a little play word for Habibi, a little nickname you've given her after watching foreign novelas with Miguel, had grown into a wonderful one year old toddler. And today, she'd witness her Papa's first soccer game.

Chubby cheeks, vivacious eyes that followed Miguel everywhere, a bubbly laugh that instantly melt him was always there whenever he showed up.

His princesa, his Solecito was always shining hard on his rainy days or whenever he had a fight with you. But now, she was resting on your lap, looking for him among the other team players after you lathered her skin with sunscreen and put a little hat to avoid any discomfort.

It wasn't hard to miss her dear Papa, not when he yelled like no other to Peter, and was bossy enough to make him the captain.

Gabi's eyes followed Miguel and she'd squeal and blabble overjoyed whenever he dribbled and kicked the ball here and there. She'd make the grabby hands to him and mumble a pa pa while clapping whenever he was close enough.

"Yes, that's Papa"

You smooched her cheeks while she kept her eyes on Miguel. Another loud squeal came after the whistle echoed, announcing the half time.

Miguel approached and she called him with baby and drooly words. A toothless grin came into her face while Miguel loomed over the both. Just like you, her eyes always looked at him with such marvel it made him weak.

You handed him a towel to dry off the sweat. He then kissed your temple and took Gabi in his arms to them shower her chubby and lovely face in kisses, earning him a raucous laugh and squeal while her tiny hands touched his.

"If I get a to score a goal, is for you and Mama, ok?"

"Ma ma"

"She's been cheering for you nonstop."

You chuckled while getting her back to drink some water.

"I heard her over the field"

"Even though my ears have suffered a bit, she loves watching you play."

"Pa pa!"

"Yes, mi princesa?"

Gabi blabbed and clapped, eyes keen and settled on the ball.

"You think she likes it?"

You took her again as Miguel drank from his bottle.

"Wanna find out?"

---

And against all odds, Gabriella had seemed to take a liking in watching Miguel play. Things seemed to take a turn for her when there was game nights in your own home.

Meaning, Miguel, Peter, Jessica's husband and Gabriel would gather up in the living room to yell and watch at the screen, beverages and snacks on the table. Despite the noise, Gabi wanted to be there, next to Miguel.

It was comical and endearing to see her mimic him whenever he was angry. If he yelled, she'd give a presumably angry screech, and if he celebrated, Gabi would clap and burst into a laughing fit.

Miguel had gotten her a little soft ball that she loved kicking, Miguel would enter his narrator mode and build up the tension to then help his daughter score.

He lifted her up in the air and tickled her.

And now, seeing her kick the ball and play in a little league school team, made his chest swell in pride.

His smile widened as he waved back at Gabi, that had greeted him right after scoring her first goal ever. A little cupcake was to celebrate as you recorded while your dear six years old baby girl smeared Miguel's cheek with frosting.

#miguel o'hara #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #gabi o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff

[jojojoy1]

Are you doing Lando Norris story requests. If so can you do one where he is a dad and his child and girlfriend/wife come to watch him race for the first time and he wins with 01 💙😊

Daddy, you won! - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x reader

You and Lando have been dating since you were fifteen years old. You two have been together through thick and thin. So when you found out you were pregnant at only twenty you both knew you could handle it together.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in the November of 2020. Your pride and joy, you and Lando could not be happier.

You didn't want to have your son exposed to the race track too soon. Babies are delicate and as his mother, you are over protective. Lando always said, every weekend since Rowan had been born, that he should be at the races. And you always said no.

One week before the Australian Grand Prix and you were having the same conversation you and Lando have before every race.

"I think you and Rowan should come to Australia." Lando said as you both got into bed.

"I don't know, Lando." You sigh, "He's still so young."

"But it'd be nice. And it's not like he's ever gonna be alone. You can be protective mama bear."

"It's loud, we don't want to deafen him-"

Lando cut you off with a solution, "He can wear ear defenders."

"And fans. I don't want him to be scared or overwhelmed by the amount of people."

"You can take him straight to hospitality. Please y/n. You haven't been to a race in two years. It would mean so much to me." Lando interlocked your fingers as he spoke. You stared into his pleading eyes. Those eyes you always struggled to say no to.

"Fine," Lando smiled more then you knew possible, "We'll come to Australia." Lando cheered, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

...

"Where's the sunscreen?" You panicked as you frantically emptied one of your suitcases.

"It's right here, babe." Lando said as he pulled a bottle out of the baby bag you had packed for the day. "Are you okay?" He asked, applying the sunscreen to Rowan's skin.

"I'm just nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

"What does nervous mean?" Rowan said.

"It means worried, baby." You answered.

"Why are you worried?"

"Because there's going to be lots of people today."

"Bluey will make you not worried." Rowan handed you his blue whale teddy, causing you and Lando to chuckle at the cuteness.

"You hold on to bluey, lovie." You handed Rowan back his whale.

...

The shock on everyone's faces when you walked into the paddock was priceless. You had told noone about you and Rowan attending the Grand Prix.

Even though Rowan could walk, you decided to carry him to ensure you didn't lose him.

"Y/n! Rowan!" A familiar Spanish accent yelled as the three of you walked to hospitality.

"Uncle Carlos!" Rowan screamed as Carlos approached.

"Hey buddy." Carlos put his hand out to fistbump the toddler. "What are you doing here?" He turned to you.

"Lando finally convinced me that it'd be safe." You smiled.

"Will we see you in the paddock more often, then?"

"If today goes okay. Maybe."

"Well, I'll see you all later." Carlos said as he patted Lando's shoulder.

"Yeah, bye mate." Lando said as Carlos walked away and you continued to McLaren.

...

You were sat in Lando's drivers room before the race.

"You should watch in the garage with everyone else. Then you can be the first ones I see when I get out the car."

"I don-" Before you could protest Lando interrupted, already knowing what you were gonna say.

"He's got ear defenders."

"Okay, we'll sit in the garage."

...

Rowan was so excited watching the race. Squealing anytime he saw an orange car on the screen.

You'd never seen Lando drive so well. He started the race in P13 and had managed to work his way up to P2.

Lando was right on Max's tail. A close fight for the win. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage was incredible. Noone expected the car to be capable of this. And with a possible win on the table? Everyone was so nervous.

For the last few laps, Lando had been making so many moves to overtake Max. Getting so close, but not close enough.

They were fighting right to the chequered flag. Just as Max was about to cross the line with another win under his belt, Lando came storming past. By mere inches Lando took home his first ever win.

The garage erupted into cheers. Everyone ran out to meet Lando at the podium. Holding on to Rowan, you made your way to the front of the barriers.

Lando parked his car in the first place spot, removed his helmet and immediately ran over to you and Rowan. Embracing you both. Kissing you on the lips.

"You did it." You said through the tears of joy, "You're a Grand Prix winner."

"Daddy, you won!" Rowan screamed over the cheers.

"Yeah, I did, baby." Lando said as he took Rowan from your arms for a hug.

...

You'd never felt so proud, seeing Lando on the highest step of the podium.

This win was something Lando has been working for his whole life and being able to celebrate it with the two most important people in his life made it even more special.

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #dad!lando #dad!lando x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 #formula one x y/n #formula one x reader #formula one fluff #formula one x you #formula one #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #fluff #x reader #x you #x y/n #fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #lando norris fanfic

[riality-check]

Steve doesn't like summer very much. It's always too hot to be comfortable, and the sun makes him tired, and the bugs are such a pain in the ass to deal with.

Eddie, though? Human ice cube Eddie? He loves summer just as much as Steve doesn't like it, even though he's constantly sunburnt because he doesn't like the way sunscreen feels on his skin.

Steve supposes he's lucky that he tans and freckles instead of burns. If he did, he'd be spending the whole season indoors and would tell Robin to come get him when the leaves start turning.

Eddie plops down on the pool chair next to Steve. After a brief moment of silence - that's always concerning, since silence with Eddie is like silence with a toddler - he reaches over and starts tapping Steve on the face. Over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks, where Steve knows he gets the most new freckles every summer.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, keeping his eyes closed as he basks in the sun.

“Typing.”

“What?”

“Typing.”

“I heard you the first time. The hell does that mean?” he asks, cracking an eye open.

“Looks like typewriter keys. So, I’m typing.”

Eddie throws himself in Steve's lap with an oof, blocking out the sun. Steve opens his eyes just as Eddie brings up both his hands to Steve’s face, taps some more, makes a stupid little ding sound, and gives Steve a quick kiss.

Steve rolls his eyes, but he still asks, “What’d you type?”

“That I love you.”

“Why say something I already know?”

Eddie shoves him, and Steve laughs.

“I love you, too,” he says.

“I know,” Eddie says, and now it’s Steve’s turn to shove him, and Eddie, drama queen that he is, rolls out of his lap and onto the patio.

It's almost embarrassing, how in love Steve is with him.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #ria writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #fluff

[sillysillygoofygoose]

A beach day with Nanami Kento

Includes: babysitter/nanny! Fem reader x Single Dilf! Nanami

Age difference (reader is 22, Kento is in his mid 30s, Yuji is 4!!) +Secret Pining

MDNI! (Slightly) EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!

Cw: small small mention of breeding kink lol

Part two now up!!

"Thank you for inviting me. You really didn't have to." You smiled up at the older man, lugging a huge bag filled with beach toys, towels, and sunscreen.

"No need to thank me, Y/N. You're like family to us. You're always so good with Yuji, I really appreciate all your help." Nanami responded, casually hauling a tremendous beach umbrella, two seafoam green foldable chairs, and a cooler.

"Anyways, we wouldn't want you to miss his first time at the beach." His voice monotonous yet slightly more affable than usual.

You felt your face heat up slightly, flushing at his simple, kind praise. The toddler in question hurriedly waddled up to you, slipping slightly on the hot microscopic grains under his itty-bitty toes.

"Y/N, up up, please. Uppies, please and tank you. Ouch!" He angrily huffs out, switching his weight from one foot to the other, trying to combat the burning sensation on the soles of his feet. Yuji starts grabbing at your swimsuit cover-up, trying to hoist himself up.

You hush him slightly, slinging the awkwardly large bag over your left shoulder quickly before bending down to pick up the whining boy.

Nanami's gaze becomes glued to you as he watches Yuji grip onto the slouching neckline of your cover-up, innocently revealing your cleavage.

Holy shit.

You continued walking, slightly readjusting your top, moving Yuji's strong death-grip to your shoulder.

"I told you you should've kept your shoes on until we found a good spot." Your tone was gentle but stern, with a teasing undertone, tickling the boy's neck slightly, making him squirm and giggle in your arms. Nanami couldn't help but admire you.

He remembers the first time you babysat Yuji. A coworker recommended you, after he voiced his difficulties finding someone he trusted with the then two year old Yuji. He constantly struggled balancing extra meetings or overtime with being a single father. However, as soon as he met you, he knew you'd be a perfect fit. You were gentle, sweet, nurturing, responsible, and very... instinctively maternal. Especially for a college girl, looking for a side hustle. Not to mention you were drop dead gorgeous, but that was more of a selfish reason on Nanami's behalf to hire you.

You were nervous at first. You've never taken care of a child (well, baby) so young. His limited vocabulary put you on edge, worried that you wouldn't be able to tend to specific needs if he couldn't fully verbalize them. But, you quickly managed to make a strong connection with the tiny boy. By the end of the night, he had fallen asleep, snuggled into your shoulder.

After that, you became a regular sitter for the small Nanami family. Ever since you graduated a couple months ago, you became his nanny, Nanami having to work more often after a big promotion, eager to hire you full time.

He was thankful for how well the arrangement worked. Yuji absolutely loves you, maybe even more than him. Nanami doesn't mind though. He is absolutely infatuated with you. He enjoys watching the regular interactions between you and his son. He can't help but think about how beautiful of a mother you'd be. Or how beautiful you'd look pregnant with his baby.

Nanami didn't think twice before asking you to join them on a trip to the beach on his day off. He'd honestly be lost without you.

After what felt like eternity for little Yuji, you finally found a fairly secluded spot right in front of the ocean. You placed Yuji down, immediately turning to help Nanami with the shit load of things stacked in his strong arms. Together, you two unpack.

"Y/N, Dada!!!! Look!" Yuji tugs at both yours and Nanami's hand, pulling you toward each other until your arms are touching. The tot points at the ocean, pure exhilaration coursing through his busy brain.

"C'mon let's go! Go go!!" He squeals jumping up and down.

"Yuji, we have to apply sun lotion." Nanami reminds Yuji to which he slumps his shoulders, pouting.

You grab the face lotion, pulling Yuji towards you by his tiny torso. Smearing it over his face, you make sure not to miss any skin, rubbing the lotion in generously. His bright rashguard protected his upper body, almost glowing in the sunlight. You applied lotion to the limited skin exposed by his long swim trunks. Plopping a bucket hat on his head, you patted his hip.

"There you go!" You beam, watching him light up before sprinting towards the water. Once he arrived right at the shore, he turned his upper half, waving big at you and Nanami. You both wave back like proud parents, smiling at your pride and joy. His short attention span was consumed by the crashing of the waves, turning back around to stare at the ocean in awe.

You keep your eye on him, ensuring he doesn't get swept up, before shimmying your cover-up off your warm body. Nanami stared at you in the same manner his son stared at the ocean. Amazed.

"Mr. Nanami, can you please help me get my back?" You shifted your attention towards him, holding out the sun lotion. He gulped before nodding, accepting the lotion from your hands.

"You can call me Kento." He mumbled, placing your hair over your shoulder.

"Are you sure that's alright?" You asked, smiling to yourself. He hummed in response. You gasped as he began applying the cool lotion to your hot skin.

"Is that okay?" He asked holding you in place by the arm after you instinctively lurched away from the source of the cold.

"Yeah, it's good." You breathed out. He intently studied your back, watching in satisfaction as the harsh white began blending into your dewy skin. He finished applying the lotion, hands lingering for just a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate for an employer... but you weren't just an employee, you were family, right? He pulled himself out of his trance, removing his hands from your back.

"Thank you, I'll do you now." You took the lotion from his hands.

"Huh?" He asked densely.

"Your back. I'll help you with your back. So you don't get burned." You clarify, laughing away the awkward feeling in your stomach.

"Oh, right." He sighed, pulling his shirt over his head.

Oh.

Oh.

He's jacked. Buff beyond belief. Where does he find the time to maintain such a god-like physique? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his shredded torso, feeling your cheeks become inflamed.

He turns around in front of you, pretending he didn't seeing you staring. Pretending it didn't affect him. Pretending he wasn't staring too.

You watch your hands tremble as you begin rubbing the lotion into his broad shoulders. You applied more pressure than when you were helping Yuji. Kento let's out a fairly strong groan as you feel him tense under your small hands.

"So sorry, did that hurt?" You panic, removing yourself from him.

"No, not at all. That just felt... good." He relaxed his shoulders allowing you to quickly finish your task, heart fluttering against your chest.

"Okay all set... let's go check on Yuji." You smile, jogging towards the little boy who's now bending down, trying to drink the salty ocean water.

He chuckles, amused at you pulling Yuji's mouth away from the sandy terrain. Kento joins the two of you, whipping up Yuji in his arms, trudging into the shallow waves.

"Y/N, come come! Dada's bringing me in water!!" Yuji smiles over his dad's shoulder making grabby hands at you. Joining them in the ocean, the three of you play around, splashing each other, and dipping the crown of Yuji's head in the chilly water making him laugh. You all stood together, taking in the sunny scenery as the small waves lap at your abdomen. Kento pulls you into him by the waist while Yuji was babbling to the two of you about a huge fish he swears he saw.

This was new. You decide to take it a step further, seeing how much you can push. Placing your head on his chest, you wrapped your arm around his waist, keeping him close. You swear you see him glance at you, the side of his mouth quirking up.

Once the water starts to get a little too chilly and Yuji gets a little too bored, the three of you return to your small setup. You stood with Yuji as he continued rambling, occasionally tripping over his words. Kento approachs the two of you, wrapping the boy up in a towel ten times his size before lovingly placing one over your shoulders. You thank him, picking up Yuji and placing him on your lap, sitting on one of the plastic beach chairs.

His father sits close next to you and the three of you sit in comfortable silence, warming up. Comfortable silence until...

"Y/N?" Yuji starts, the side of his face squished against you chest. His small hands fiddle with a strand of your wet hair.

"Yes, bud?" You look down at the boy coddled against your body.

"When are you gonna be my mama? I want you to be my mama." He asks, genuine tone in his small voice.

Your eyes widened, head immediately whipping towards Kento. He was smiling. Full on, teeth saying 'hello', smiling. You can't help but return the gesture.

Not knowing how to respond, you laugh it off.

"Aw, you're so sweet!" You attempt to look down at the little boy, who's holding onto your neck, shoving his small features into your skin, embarrassed.

"You'd be a good mama. I wove you." He says softly, you melt, touched by how appreciative he is.

Kento let's out an audible 'aw'.

"Love you too Jiji." You respond, rubbing his back soothingly.

Kento was fighting his tongue not to repeat Yuji's words to you.

...

I will be coming out with a part two (with smut!) veryyyy soon!!! Hope you enjoyed! xoxo

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #age difference #dilfnanami #jjk x reader #jjk #Spotify

[luvhughes43]

uncle jack | dad!quinn hughes x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: can you write for quinn where you guys have like a 2 or 3 year old daughter together and you guys go on vacation to hawaii with jack and your daughter is OBSESSED with jack like wants to be with him 24/7, takes naps together, he takes her swimming, plays in the sand together, shares ice cream, she makes him play with her barbie mermaids, watches bluey together. but she gets so jealous when fans come up to jack and like talk to him and take pictures with him because she's his number one girl and then she gets mad and cries to quinn about it and quinns sad that she's sad but kinda happy that she went to him because she hasn't been when jacks around. but eventually jack makes it up to her and assures her that he loves her

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“‘ack?” your three year old asked as you helped her into her swimsuit. you were vacationing in hawaii with jack and yours and quinns daughter wouldn’t stop asking for him. it made sense, since the youngest hughes never got to see her uncle, but you and quinn were both surprised by how intense her love for her uncle was. if the group was going into the ocean? jack had to be the one to help her swim. when they went to the buffet? jack had to be the one sitting next to her. her asking for jack never stopped.

“were going to go meet him at breakfast baby,” quinn says to the toddler as he fishes the sunscreen out of your bag upon your request. 

after you had made sure everyone had on their sunscreen, you were walking to the buffet. 

“‘ack! ‘ack!” your daughter screams from her dads arm as soon as she sees jack. she leans out of her dads hold, her hands reaching out to signal to jack that she wants him to grab her. 

“princess!” jack smiles at the toddler as he takes her from his brother. 

your daughter starts babbling and talking to jack who nods along enthusiastically to every word. 

“when am i going to get my daughter back?” quinn asks you, pouting slightly as he watches his brother laughing with his daughter.

“she never gets to see him, just give it some time,” you smile softly at your husband. quinn loved that his brothers were so close to his daughter, but they were on day 4 of the trip and it seemed like his daughter wanted nothing to do with him in favour of his brother. 

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trevorzegras damn q she replaced you quick🤣🤣 _quinnhughes 😐

jackhughes my girl❤️

yourbff she’s so cute🥺🥺 need u guys to come home immediately

lhughes_06 jackhughes dont be fooled if i was there she’d only want me

jackhughes sure bud whatever you think

it happened on night 6. you had taken your daughter to the bathroom and by the time you got back to your table a girl was there sitting beside jack. your daughter didn't say anything as she went to quinns side and cuddled in close. it was a long day at the beach, and you were surprised the little girl was still awake. 

“i think we should get this little one to bed,” you spoke to the group as you started to gather your things. your daughter was practically asleep leaning against quinns side. 

“come on, let's go baby” quinn whispered to your daughter as he lifted her into his arms. 

the movement woke her up. “NO!” she protested loudly.

“come on, let's go sleep, you're tired,” you smoothed your daughters hair out of her face.

“unca ‘ack you come too!” the girl whined and jack looked at the girl next to him sheepishly.

“no sweetie we have to go,” you tried to calm your daughter down but it didn't work. 

she started crying, so you and quinn said your goodbyes and made your way back to your hotel room. 

the next morning, the young girl was in a visibly bad mood. the girl from the night before saw you guys at breakfast and pulled up a chair, unknowingly taking your daughters spot. 

the day continued similarly but with other people. fans kept spotting jack and asking for pictures, leaving your daughter confused and upset that her uncle was constantly being pulled away from her. 

you were at the pool when the newest fan approached jack - this time a man in his late forties.

your daughter quietly walked over to quinn with her pool float still in hand. “daddy…” she started, her voice full of sadness. quinn quickly gathered the girl in his arms and leaned back against his lounge chair. 

“whats wrong?” 

“unca ‘ack don't love me!” she whined, leaning her head under her dads chin. 

“what? of course he loves you,” quinn tried to sooth his daughter. “why would you say that?” he questioned. he honestly had no idea where this sudden shift came from. just yesterday the girl literally didn't want to be separated from jack and now she didn't think jack loved her?

“‘ack no want to play!” the little girl explained as she leaned away from her dad to look into his eyes. 

quinn was still visibly confused. they had played literally all day.

“see look daddy! who that!” the girl pushed her hand against her dads cheek effectively making his head turn to see jack and the man from earlier still talking. 

quinn held his daughter a little tighter. “they’re just talking about hockey, baby. jack loves you soo much” quinn reassured the girl, rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

your daughter mumbled something back as she laid her head against her dads shoulder. 

fifteen minutes later, jack was bounding back over to the small family ready to play some games in the pool. “she's sleeping?” he groaned. “i didn’t mean to take that long” jack pouted as he sat in a lounge chair next to you and quinn. 

“she’s tired,” you explained. “she’s been upset too which hasn't helped”

jacks head shot towards you. “she’s upset? why”

quinn sighs, “she thinks you don’t love her anymore”

“what?” jack exclaims which quinn quickly shushes. 

“she’s sleeping!” quinn whisper-yells as he looks down at his daughter cuddled into his chest.

“what did i do?” jack lowers his voice, his eyes never leaving his niece.

“she just wants your attention. she misses you a lot when we're home,” you explain quietly.

jack looks close to tearing up at the news. he hates knowing that his niece is sad even if it's just because she misses him. 

“she’s okay,” you put your hand on jacks shoulder. “she's just young and doesn't fully understand why we can’t see you and everyone else all the time”

“that doesn’t help,” jack pouts.

soon enough your daughter started to stir and jack immediately pulled her out of quinns arms.

“‘ack?” your daughter questioned in her sleepy state. 

“yeah baby it's me,” jack whispered. 

“play now?” 

“yeah lets go!” jack was immediately off of his lounger and into the pool. 

“well it was nice while it lasted” quinn joked. 

“just wait till we get back to michigan and she gets tired of everyone,” you joked, causing quinn to laugh. last summer when the boys would all try to play with her after a long day she’d yell “no playing! no playing!”

as the day went on, you’d overhear jack telling your daughter he loved her. 

“ice cream?” “yeah i’ll go get some. i love you”

“are you tired?” “no!” “okay. i love you”

and so many more i love yous were sprinkled throughout the day.

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ynuser she loves you so much😭❤️

_quinnhughes cutie

jackhughes me?

_quinnhughes uh no.

fan01 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE??

trevorzegras okay… now bring her back home i miss her

fan02 jack with a baby?? im cryinggg🥺😭

#jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #dad!quinn hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes one shot #quinn hughes fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb

[iwaizumis-bitch]

in which your acquaintances are actually perverts!

FEAT: IWAIZUMI, KENMA, UKAI, ATSUMU, BOKUTO & TSUKISHIMA

CONTENT WARNINGS: brothers best friend trope, invasion of privacy, male masturbation, pics saved without readers knowledge, boss!keishin, pervyroommate!atsumu, panty stealing and sniffing, diary stealing and reading, teachersassistant!tsukishima, reader is kinda a bimbo, creepy behaviour

ADDITIONAL NOTES: this is sort of a rewrite of some of my earlier works,, i recently hit a milestone and i’m happy to see how far my writing has come in just a year. check out my milestone matchup event 💆‍♀️

i do not condone any of this behaviour irl! it is simply just a fantasy, and this behaviour is not acceptable in real life.

and a firm ask for minors to not interact.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

❥ beach hangouts!!! or pool, or suntanning. anything where he can see you in a skimpy bathing suit

❥ ignores your protests of how much gas he's wasting each time, don't worry, it's all worth it for him

❥ ceo of ‘lemme take pics of us (you) for memories!’

❥ looks at the pics he takes later at night in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock

❥ his favourite photo he’s ever taken was when you were tanning, propped up on your elbows as you poked your tongue out at the camera.

❥ he could see the beautiful dip in your waist and your smooth, long legs on display. your tits covered by the little string bikini (that he bought you), and there were droplets of water all over your sunkissed skin.

❥ always ‘slips’ in the waves, and his hands find their way onto your thighs, on accident, of course.

❥ and trust me, he’s thought about pulling the loose knot at the back of your neck and finally getting a look at those sweet nipples, but he knows your body was too good for other men not to look at.

❥ sunscreen!!!!! omg he’ll offer to do your sunscreen all the time, even the parts you can reach, like your ribs and the side of your thighs.

❥ he’ll stand behind you, peering over your shoulder to get a peek at your tits, hands slathering the cream all over your back, the heels of his palms slowly digging into your lower back, stop just above the swell of your plump ass.

❥ and yk maybe he’ll invite the other three quarters of the infamous ‘seijoh four’ some time. it’s not like you would notice another three pairs of eyes and wandering hands, silly little oblivious you.

KENMA KOZUME

❥ he’s definitely not brave or confidence enough to go for just any girl he finds hot

❥ but his best friends little sister, she could be easy.

❥ of course you trust kenma, you’ve known him since you were a toddler! the small, awkward, short haired boy from across the street

❥ there was nothing weird about hanging out with kenma now that kuroo was gone, it just meant more time for the two of you to blossom your friendship

❥ takes any chance he can to get you to wear the most revealing clothes

❥ ‘shorts or skirt?’ ‘skirt.’ ‘jacket or no jacket?’ ‘no jacket.’ you get the gist of it.

❥ always hugs you! you don’t notice how much more physical he’s gotten since kuroo left, haven’t you?

❥ the feeling of your nipples pebbling up against his chest when he gives you a goodbye hug had him shifting not to grind his erection into your thigh

❥ he’ll try and fix your computer if it’s not working, free of charge because ‘you need a day off to relax at the mall’

❥ goes through your search history and almost creams in his pants when he finds the ‘cute virgin gets fucked by fat cock’ in your search history

❥ will go through all your photos, sending copies of them to his own phone as he quickly moves them into a seperate folder for him to find quickly later at night

❥ the picture of you standing in front of your mirror, arching your back as your ass pokes out? he’s gonna need that later.

UKAI KEISHIN

❥ shimada’s new girlfriend.

❥ you were a cute little thing, always following him around like a lost puppy

❥ and when you all met up for drinks at the bar one night, and you mentioned how much you needed a job, keishin was happy to help

❥ you looked so cute in your polo, the sakanoshita market logo sitting just above your left tit.

❥ speaking of your tits, they barely fit in the top keishin had given you. he had apologised with a sly grin when handing it to you, claiming it was hard to get a larger size on such short notice

❥ you always treated him so well. it was hard to get a job as a uni student, and keishin was so generous offering the position to you with no prior experience.

❥ he taught you how to calculate the stocks, pressing up behind you and whispering into your ear as his hand guided yours to write down on the clipboard.

❥ he’s thinking about changing the uniform to a skirt, but he hasn’t quite got there yet.

❥ he’s quite alright having you bend over to the lowest shelf, your round ass stretching out against your leather jeans.

❥ or, his personal favourite, when you can’t reach the top shelf, and come to meekly ask him for help, nibbling your bottom lip. he just hopes you can’t notice him pressing his erection against the counter top.

MIYA ATSUMU

❥ roommate 🙄

❥ he’s a pretty good roommate, just very annoying at times

❥ ‘if i do the dishes can we cuddle and watch clueless?’, he begs nearly every night, sponge and plate in hand.

❥ he knows how to play it cool if he gets caught. ‘why are you in my room?’, you’ll ask, returning from a bathroom break. ‘brought ya this’, he’ll answer with a grin as he hands you a frappuccino, slipping out with your diary and a pair of your used panties stuffed up his hoodie sleeve.

❥ he’ll press the soiled fabric to his nose, alternating between breathing in your scent and licking it up.

❥ holds your diary in one hand and uses the other to pump himself as he reads your documentations of trying to fit three fingers inside of your poor little pussy

❥ offers you his hoodies to wear all the time, and gets so possessive when he sees you wearing them.

❥ will wear the same hoodie later that day, nose digging into the collar where the sweet scent of your perfume laid, grinding against the crisp bedsheets.

❥ feels ashamed of himself when he throws your cum stained panties into his hamper, making sure to bury it beneath his other clothes.

❥ the guilt all but disappears when he sees you the next morning, dressed in flimsy cotton shorts and a brown cami.

❥ he only flashed a smile back at you, mind racing to figure out what you were going to write in that silly diary today.

KOTAROU BOKUTO

❥ kotaorou didn’t even realise his puppy crush on you, the new MSBY manager at first.

❥ it wasn’t until you had asked if there was something on your face one time when he was staring at you during your lunch break

❥ he only shook his head, looking away to make conversation with someone else. truth be told, his eyes were focused on your pretty lips, wondering if they would fit around his fat cock or how soft they’d be against his own.

❥ he’s surprisingly good at hiding his tendencies, from you, at least. meian is way too observant to not notice, and it’s not like he’d actually bring it up to him.

❥ sometimes, he can’t wait until he gets home to start fucking his fist. maybe it’s getting a bit concerning how he keeps disappearing every few hours, coming back after ten minutes looking for more relaxed. well, he was the starting outside hitter, it’s not like coach foster could really reprimand him.

❥ his favourite time to see you was during the hot summer days. bokuto licks his lips as you peel off your jacket, revealing your navy blue polo, taut around your tits. you tied your hair back with such femininity, it had him weak in the knees.

TSUKISHIMA

❥ i am a firm believer in tsukishima being a TA after he graduates college!!

❥ he really only chose to help out because he adored the professor, but once he saw you, practically spreading your legs for him under the table, he was hooked.

❥ gets an instant hard on when he calls you out in front of the entire class for getting you’re and your mixed up, burning the image of your glowing cheeks and eyes wide with embarrassment into his mind for later on that evening.

❥ he doesn’t have classes with you everyday, and it’s hard for him to feel any sort of pleasure when he hasn’t had a whiff of your perfume, or been flashed the delicious sight of your blue panties for the fifth time

❥ luckily for kei, you’re so dumb that your public instagram is just your full name. not to mention slutty, he adds on in his mind, quickly scrolling to bookmark and screenshot all of your photos of yourself.

❥ he lets out a bated breath once he scrolls upon a mirror selfie of you, wearing only a sports bra and skin tight booty shorts. it’s clear you’d just been working out, due to the sheen of sweat laying atop your cleavage, something kei only spots after zooming in.

❥he cums in record time that night, having his best nights sleep in a long time. when he shows up to class the next day, he immediately spots you, adorned in a familiar looking pair of spandex booty shorts. kei curses under his breath, missing the way your eyes trail over his figure, hoping he’d enjoy your new attire.

thank you for reading! likes, reblogs, follows, and other general feedback are all appreciated🪷🫶

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #ukai smut #keishin ukai smut #kenma smut #bokuto smut #atsumu smut #tsukishima smut #hq smut

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my dear dear sweet Sarah I am on my knees begging for a look into the future with One Night Eddie and Reader when Dotty is older! I’ll take anything! I just love them🥰😇

Hiiii babes!!! You’re so sweet, I will give you some conversations with Eddie and Reader where Dotty is older like toddler-ish and in kindergarten! I hope you enjoy!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here ✨

“Why is she wearing that?” “Because we are going to the pool…” “Eddie…you can’t be serious.” “Uh yeah? I’m off for the day and she said she wanted to go do swimmies so…that’s what we are going to do.” “The pool is closed today….it’s Monday.” “What? No it’s not it’s closed on Tuesday’s.” “Are you calling me a liar?” “Why are you like this? No I’m not calling you a liar I’m just saying the pool is normally closed on Tuesday’s.” “Okay then walk down there and see if it’s open…we will be here putting on sunscreen.” “And if it’s closed? Then what?” “Then you’re going to be dad of the year and go get a blow up pool and put it in the backyard….duh.” “Right! Yeah that’s a good idea….love you I’ll be back either in a few minutes or like an hour depending on…what happens when I get to the pool.” “Sounds good.” “Uh..you..wanna say anything to me before I leave?” “Oh sorry..love you too…now hurry up we wanna do swimmies.”

“You have to make her eat something other than chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese.” “Why? She likes what she likes and besides she had broccoli with her Mac n cheese.” “Babe she can’t have your eating habits okay? She needs to like…try new stuff.” “What exactly is wrong with my eating habits Eddie? Hmm?” “I’m not doing this with you…just please maybe tomorrow we can try something new? She’s like four now so she isn’t as picky as she was when she was a baby.” “Next thing you know you’ll be buying her a water bottle from hell to keep track of how much she’s drinking.” “That’s not a bad-” “just let her eat what she likes Eddie…it’s hard enough to even get her to eat her nuggets…that’s why they have to be in fun shapes or she gets bored and won’t eat anything.” “Gee wonder where she gets that from…” “i can’t help that I am more likely to eat something in a fun shape than something that looks boring…now go see if she wants more chicken.”

“It’s her first week of kindergarten and we are already getting a call from her school?” “Don’t look at me…all I did was drop her off at her classroom and went to work.” “Baby…you’re a horrible fucking liar..what did you do?” “I didn’t do shit Edward…” “just tell me.” “I just want to say you would’ve done the exact same thing if you were the one who dropped her off.” “Stop stalling and tell me what happened.” “This bitchy ass mom was walking behind us and I heard her say something about Dotty’s shirt and-” “her shirt? The one she wore today?…it’s just a Metallica shirt…” “exactly and she was saying how she felt sorry for some kids and how their parents dress them.” “Oh god…did you hit her?” “What? No I didn’t fucking hit her you asshole….I dropped Dotty off to her room and then I saw the mom in the parking lot and I…just told her how I felt about what she said.” “Right…and what exactly did you tell her?” “That she doesn’t need to feel sorry for my daughter…but..I might’ve said that I feel sorry for hers because she has a boring ass bitch for a mom.” “Jesus….how are we going to explain ourselves out of this? The principal is the one who wants to meet with us.” “Just toss them some Eddie charm and offer a free oil change or something.” “You’re going to have to apolo-” “it’s bad to lie so..I won’t be apologizing to her.” “You’re so annoying…fine I’ll go in there alone and…see what I can do.” “That’s my man! Go knock ‘em dead.”

“Look at her…doing the monkey-bars all by herself…remember when she needed us to help her up the steps so she could go down the slide?” “Yes…she’s growing up too fast…next thing you know she’ll be asking us to drive her places and never wanna be seen with us.” “Speak for yourself…I’m a fucking cool dad she’ll wanna be seen with me.” “Really? You’re wearing a Fanny pack right now…nothing about that says cool dad.” “It’s easier than carrying the backpack around…it has all the things she needs in it.” “I will say…we are way cooler than those parents over there…total helicopter parents.” “Oh yeah they look like newbies…won’t even let their little boy go down the slide alone.” “He’s so cute though.” “I bet we’d make a cute little boy…” “who’s we? I told you this baby factory only does limited editions and Dotty is a one of one.” “I guess Dotty is all we really need…she is kinda perfect.” “She really is isn’t she? We got lucky with her.” “I love you.” “I love you too..even when you wear your lame ass Fanny pack.

#one night stand convos #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson au #eddie munson series #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson #stranger things au #Eddie Munson social media au #stranger things social media au #my little dungeon master baby

[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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Beach Breeze

Pairing: Spencer Reid × Wife!Reader

Angst

For: Anonymous request

Content Warnings: Loss of child, rainbow baby, miscarriage/stillbirth, spreading ashes, grieving parents

Summary: After your son didn't make it, you take your daughter to your favorite spot on the beach.

Author's note: This was a request from a follower. I don't have any kids, but I am grateful they wanted to reach out to me for this. I hope I was able to honor his memory.

Feedback is always appreciated

Requests are OPEN

The car ride was silent, filled with a sense of melancholy in between Isabelle’s outbursts. She looked around the car, curious as to why the drive was taking so long.

This was her first road trip, and she was behaving about as well as one would expect toddler to in a cramped car. Your husband drove in silence as you calmed her down, tending to her needs.

Finally, the two of you pulled up to the beach, checking you had packed all the bags and towels.

You lifted Isabelle out of her carseat, letting her relax in your arms before trekking over to your favorite spot on the beach. Spencer followed close behind, carrying a small urn.

You settled down a towel near the shoreline, waving him over and making sure everything was away from the gentle waves. You applied sunscreen to yourself and Isabelle, making sure the two of you were properly protected from any harmful UV rays.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, you both knew it was time. You picked up your daughter, cradling her as you waded into the water. Spencer followed, carrying the porcelain jar as if it weighed more than it really did. The three of you stood together, listening to the water lapping at the sand.

This had always been your favorite place to visit. It was where Spencer proposed, where you announced your pregnancy, and where you mourned the loss of your son. You sniffled softly as you watched him hold out the urn.

Isabelle reached her hand out, trying to grab it. He pulled it out of her reach, rubbing her hand. You calmed her down before she could throw a tantrum, looking out at the vast ocean in front of you.

“We’re here to say goodbye to your big brother, Isabelle. Can you say ‘Bye, Logan’?”

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