I Just Saw A Post About Parents Building Their Son A Cool New Bed And Being Excited For Him And His Special

I just saw a post about parents building their son a cool new bed and being excited for him and his special interest is dinosaurs and you can tell and I was hit by insane baby fever

So I'm just thinking about Eden, hand making your kid's bed. Carving each piece of wood, whittling tiny designs in it. Your kid is getting too big for the cot and he'd rather die than have them in bed with you two so he sits, bare foot and surrounded by different pieces of lumber, perfectly measured to slot together and puts it all together.

Avery, who orders your kid a new bed, making sure it's one of the cool ones. A bunk bed with a lil play area underneath, with safe stairs for them to climb down from instead of a ladder. He bought the cot and made sure it was aesthetically pleasant, soft white painted wood and all pretty but loves your kid enough to indulge. Has other people build it while they're at school but watches you excitedly set up the play area and tucking their toys in and making up the bed. Something in him feels it's because you didn't get to be excited about a new bed. The other part brushes it over and kisses the back of your neck.

Wren yelling fuck as he hammers his thumb again. Grumbling loudly. Whines for a kiss every time you pop your head in. Wren was going to buy a cheap IKEA bed and make it up cool but Remy caught wind and sent over one of those fucking beds that takes forever to put together, has drawers built into it, everything. Remy smoothly told you it's because he makes sure his people are happy but Wren knows for a fuckin fact that it's because he already owned it and wanted to get it out of the manor. He's more excited to pick out sheets and new toys, because a kid needs a cool fuckin bed!

Bailey leaving halfway through, crumpling up the instructions. Snaps at you to leave him alone when he leaves the house. You feel uneasy, and try to take over, but shit, it's complicated... Where the hell is slot G? What's rod C? Its not even funny to make it into a sex joke anymore. You sit there, desperately checking the time, wanting your kid to get to come home to a upgraded bed after nagging Bailey to stop being a cheapskate. Then the door flings open and arguing voices spill over each other. The asshole drags his friends who all currently owe him a favour in, making them help him or god HELP THEM, he will start throwing hands. Briar idly questions your choice in the design, as Harper SWEATS, bullied into being the one who holds up the balancing edge of the bed frame. Remy and Bailey arguing about instructions and are so close to hitting each other until Wren smugly points out they've been reading it upside down. When it's actually put together, they all go to the kitchen and steal your beers as Briar stays behind and idly watches you make up the bed, offering tips on how to make it look cosier.

And of course your kid lets themselves in with their key, ignores all the men who did the work and flings themselves into your arms, babbling out thanks yous for the cool new bed! The ensemble quietly reminds each other to get vasectomies and Bailey just gives you the evil eye.

and then when tattoo artist sukuna and reader start dating🤔🙏PLEASEEEE

By the time you start dating, you’ve got more than enough piercings done by him, a few pieces of ink that decorate your skin, and when you come in for an appointment, he can barely keep his hands off of you, kissing your neck and jawline and running his hands up and down your back before and after because who is going to question the big, bad, Sukuna about PDA? No one. That’s who.

He’s all for the PDA, all for flaunting you around, and who are you to complain? But even without you there, he’s got evidence of your presence covering his body- he’s got your name on his collarbone, a wavelength tattoo of you saying “I love you” along the other ink of his neck, and a kiss mark on the inner part of his wrist. He wants to do the bite mark on his chest, next to the other dark ink littering his skin, but you tell him to wait until you catch up.

More often than not, your appointments lap over others because you’re just in his room talking, he loves to hear you talk about anything and everything, he’s enamored and obsessed with you that when he’s got you plopped onto his lap while he sketches with his chin hooked over your shoulder, those are his little slices of heaven- until someone interrupts it with a knock about his next appointment.

“I’m fucking busy!” He snarls.

“No, baby, they’re right,” you mewl, scooting out of his lap and trying not to find amusement in the way he groans in agony at the loss of you. “You’re working. I shouldn’t be here-“

“You’re supposed to be here,” he grumbles. “We made an appointment for us to chill, this is your appointment!” He’s pouting. Actual, literal pouting, and you coo and cup his cheeks to plant a kiss on his lips.

“You coming by after work?”

“Fuck kind of question is that, of course I am,” he scoffs.

“Good.” You watch him carefully as you reach into your bag, and his eyes bulge in annoyance.

“Do not.”

“Do not what?”

“If you try to leave me a tip, hand to god-“

You say nothing, but you throw a wad of cash folded neatly onto the chair in his office, giggling as you dash out of the room and shimmy through the waiting area. “You’re going to pay for that, shithead!”

“Love you, baby!”

The most shonen proposal ever

i like to think by the point of fnaf 3 springtrap is just constantly terrified. not in a way where im trying to make him like. helpless and sad but in a cornered, aggressive injured animal way. like think abt it. hes been trapped in basically a void for 30 years and suddenly hes pulled back into the world. thats going to be terrifying no matter who you are. every noise, every person he sees, every single movement is going to be a shock after having absolutely no stimulation for so long. i love springtrap being depicted as a cornered animal caught in a trap, growling and ready to attack at anything that moves too close to it out of pure confusion and animalistic fear.

All he did was treat Stolas right and y’all hated him

࿐ ࿔ baby pics

cw. pregnancy. based on several asks about baby satoru by @/yamada_souko in twitter. i miss pregnant!reader and gojo's shenanigans :')

“satoru! look! you were sooo adorable!”

“ooh, really?”

“yes! you look like a literal mochi in this one!”

satoru smiled at your energetic grin, feeling his heart flutter as you gushed over his baby form, huddling against him, all the while patting the generous swell of your belly, where your soon-to-be newborn had been healthily growing for the past nine months.

the baby that is a piece of you and him… he’s going to be born soon...

with your pregnancy nearing full term, you’d been nesting over the past few weeks—bursting with energy to clean and organize the house. many things you thought lost were unearthed during this little activity.

and this time, your discovery was satoru’s childhood photo album.

“aww, small satoru…” your eyes were twinkling, fixed on the photo. “you look like a cookie, so bite-sized…”

satoru adored how soft you looked while flipping through the pages. chuckling as he patted your head. “yeah, yeah, i get it. you will eat me up in whatever stage i am~”

you shot him a look.

“you were so cute back then…” you eyed him from head to toe, noticing how muscular his arms had become, how sturdy his chest was—

—and uh oh, you had made a mistake. suddenly you felt heat in your face, so you quickly covered it with a puff and biting remark. “what happened to you now?”

“huh? am i not cute now?!” satoru blinked, before giving you an aghast look, pointing at his face. “i’m still cute!”

“no. you look like an overgrown paintbrush.”

satoru then grabbed his phone and opened the front camera to see his own face.

“look, this is the ultimate face card—painted by god akutami himself!” he poked his own cheek as if to stress the fact, before facing you with a righteous frown. “just so you see, when our baby is born, he’ll inherit my looks so hard you’ll take it back!”

you giggled at how rattled he was, but paid him no mind and you flipped the page to the next photo.

baby satoru looked so sleepy, and yet one feature stood out the most: “your forehead here is so big...”

“is not!”

“i swear you can play tic tac toe with that forehead—”

“you’re so mean!” your husband clutched his chest in a faux disbelief. “anyway my forehead will be passed down to our son too, you’ll see how cute he will be!”

you loved getting a rise out of satoru this way. usually he was the one teasing you, but these days, he let you win more.

it was times like this that made you realize how much he actually cared. at nights, he’d get the warm compress to put on your belly so you would sleep comfortably. in the mornings, he’d let you sleep in. he had taken most of the housework too, and whenever the cramps kicked in, he would drop everything and hold you.

it touched your heart, that he did. satoru from 2006 knew nothing but laughs, but the one with you now... you knew he was ready to bring down the heaven just for your sake.

you love him. you really do. and now that the baby was so close to being here, you felt warm to know he would be by your side throughout it all.

but then, as always, your hormones were fickle, as a thought crossed over your mind when you looked over baby satoru’s huge forehead:

“oof, what do i do? if he’s as big as you then how am i going to push him out?”

“no, no, don’t worry too much! just think about it, a mini me! a baby who has my face! how cute that would be? all pain will be worth it!”

“…? you did this to me. you must be the one who takes the responsibility!”

“ehh, but i already do...?”

life with satoru had its ups and downs, you bickered often, if not everyday, but ultimately, both of you wouldn't trade this life for the world.

and when he nuzzled his nose against yours and pecked you in the lips to soothe your pout with that brilliant smile of his, you knew happiness would be the only thing waiting for you ahead.

bonus:

but then you saw how his sparkly eyes raked over your breasts, now visibly swollen with milk, his lips curving in a sly grin—

“say, don’t they feel heavy? the suuure look heavy. would you want me to hold—”

“satoru, one more pervy word and you will be banned.”