baby gargle

anonymous asked:

Can you write a promp where ShikaTema hold their son for the very first time? I really love the promp you already write, it's so lovely :D

God I really hope I didn’t go overboard with this one. I hope you enjoy it!

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‘WELCOME’

They paced. Both of them up and down the hall like bullets ricocheting in a cycle of worry and frustration, listening to the screams that became more and more unbearable by the minute. The noise, the shouting, the piercing, near-incoherent cries of the woman they loved so dearly was almost enough to drive them insane.

It was unimaginable to them how he felt having to listen to it.

Kankuro watched as linoleum clicked and creaked beneath his brother-in-law’s endlessly tapping foot, his leg bouncing up and down without any sign of stopping. The anxiety that had clearly flooded his leg seemed to have bypassed his face, but Kankuro knew that under that stone, nonchalant expression he was panicking big time.

But he had to question whether the clan leader fully understood why they were so afraid. Did he know what they knew? Was Shikamaru scared for the same reason as he and his younger brother were?

It’s taken him all night to understand, but yes, he now knew. Oh, God, did he know, and it frightened almost all signs of life from his body.

Shikamaru had told himself - no, conditioned himself as to how he would act when this day finally came. Stay calm, collected and positive and it will all be fine. She’s strong and she’s smart; she’ll have no trouble.

Of course, that was so much easier said than done now he was here, confined to the corridor after his eldest brother-in-law had got them thrown out of the waiting room, and waiting for a sign, a silence, or a scream that the end was here.

But it wasn’t coming. After every shout, every stomach-wrenching howl of his name that his wife called came not a silence or a gentle cry, but another, more intense scream. He didn’t know if it scared him or simply just tore him apart to hear her in such excruciating pain, especially for so long.

Fourteen hours they’d been here, waiting for the birth of a single child, and here he was complaining. The last nine of these hours had been spent away from his wife’s side, after being told by some “pretentious wanker of a doctor” as Kankuro had affectionately come to refer to him as that Temari ‘needed space’ for a while, and that they needed him ‘out of the way’.

Leaving was what set him into panic mode, and suddenly he began to race about his mind, running from the same fear as the two Suna-nin in front of him.

As Gaara finally swooped into the seat beside him, Shikamaru watched Kankuro’s pace slow down. The oldest of the men eyed him with the same look he gave on most visits, but this time it was full of concern, too. On top of the usual, “hurt my sister and I snap you” persona, was a much more gentle touch this time.

He knew better than either of the others the effects their biggest fear.

After all, as much as Gaara had felt those effects, Kankuro had been the one to experience the toughest aftermath of his mother dying in childbirth. He and Temari had to hear those words, learn that he’d never feel his mothers gentle fingers through his hair again, or her arms around his trembling body after grazing his knee as toddlers do.

It made him sick to just remember, and he didn’t want to lose his sister, too.

“I’m sorry.”

Both Suna men’s heads snapped up, shocked by the two words they heard, praying they weren’t from the mouth of a medical-nin.

Instead Shikamaru slumped even further forward, his hands fiercely gripping his hair as he looked from one brother to the other with blood-shot eyes. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault,” he growled, gritting his teeth through his tears. “If it weren’t for me she wouldn’t be here, in pain, in danger…”

“Shikamaru, stop,” sighed Gaara. He clasped a hand on his shoulder, shaking, but hoped the father-to-be wouldn’t notice the gentle shake of his palm. “If she found out you were being this way what would she say?”

A silence followed. One which Shikamaru was too scared, too focussed on the echoing cries of his wife, to fill.

“She’d tell him to man up,” whispered Kankuro, his own voice a groggy mess. “But, Gaara what if she doesn't—”

“She’s going to make it,” hissed Shikamaru so quietly but piercingly. “She has to make it. I can’t raise a child on my own. I can't—”

“She will. She’s strong.”

It was clear that the Kazekage would be the one to stay most level-headed, so the other two trusted his word and nodded gently in unison as they listened to the ongoing drone of Temari’s shrill screams.

But then, in a sudden second, it stopped.

Shikamaru’s head shot up, his body tense and up off the seat without a hint of delay. “Please,” he murmured, bunching up his fists in his pockets. “Please, Temari. Be okay.”

Then came the cries, and the soft laugh of a breathless, tired woman. And all at once, the fear was gone - wiped away in a single stroke of sound - shortly followed by a medic appearing in the doorway.

“Would the father like to meet his child?”

He spun to meet the eyes of his wife’s brothers, who looked at him with joy and relief, asking them without the need for words if it was okay to make them wait a moment. Kankuro chuckled, waving him away to do as he pleased, whilst Gaara softly smiled with a gentle nod.

At that, he wasted no time.

It had been so many hours since he’d been in the room that Shikamaru had almost forgotten how blinding the white lights and walls were, though he was sure they’d now been dimmed. Still, a single light shone bright from the other side of the room as he strolled in, hands in pockets with an unbeatable grin on his face.

Temari’s eyes didn’t lift for she hadn’t notice her husband’s arrival. Her teal orbs tiredly glistened with happiness, far too focussed as she looked down at the bundle blankets in her arms. She had almost entirely forgotten the sweat that caked over her skin in a sheer, cold mess in favour of the beautiful life that squirmed in her arms.

“You look like shit.”

Her head shot up as fast as one who has almost no energy left can manage, and her gaze locked on his without a second thought. “So do you,” she retorted with a humourless smile. “Also, don’t swear in front of the baby.”

“It’s like four minutes old.” Shikamaru shuffled forward, sitting beside her on the bed. “It can’t understand me.”

Temari chuckled and leant her head on his shoulder. “Stop calling your son, ‘it’, Shikamaru.”

“My…my /son/?”

“Yeah, your son. Go on, hold him.”

Shikamaru finally looked down at the baby that wriggled in his wife’s arms, and took in the features he could already recognise. It shocked him how much the little boy looked like he did when he was born, which he only knew from the many troublesome pictures and walkthroughs his mother had given him and Temari on how to handle a new baby.

His instincts - or whatever he had of them - took over as he weaved an arm under the baby’s head and body, slowly lifting him and holding him against his chest. He could feel his gentle breaths on the back of his wrist while the baby gargled and clicked it’s lips, but slowly the sounds began to cease as he calmed down.

Too scared to move, Shikamaru just stared down at his son, gently brushing the tiny strands of black hair around the top of his head. “He’s…he’s…”

Before Shikamaru could finish, he heard the gentle mumbles of his wife as she saw her brothers come trough the doorway. They ran to her side and congratulated her, kissing her forehead and hair with such delicacy Shikamaru could never have managed in such an elated state as this.

He looked once again into the face of the bundle in his arms, holding him tighter, but still ever so gently. A soft splutter came from the baby’s mouth as he almost nuzzled into his father’s chest on his own accord, and Shikamaru felt his eyes tear up with joy.

“He’s beautiful…”

Carefully, he lifted the little boy higher so he could lean down and press a soft kiss on the top of his head, before running his thumb across his forehead and body. He was so tiny, but that didn’t stop the little baby grabbing at his thumb blindly.

Shikamaru let him, grinning without any sign of stopping, and letting the tears seep out and down his face without a care. The tiny pressure on his thumb almost distracted him too much, but he managed to remember the name he and Temari had chosen if he was a little boy.

The blonde woman looked over at her husband, a mess of smiles and wet eyes and felt her heart flutter as she heard him utter the very same words she’d hoped hear.

“Welcome to the world…Shikadai.” 

anonymous asked:

didn't Lauren recently tweet something about a cold glass of water and didn't Camila come down with a tonsil thing? coincidence? i think not

What are you trying to say Anon? Camila’s tonsilitis could be due to her stress from lack of sleep plus all the ice cream she ate! Poor baby didn’t gargle with Bactidol

anonymous asked:

Can I request the Gom+kagami+hanamiya+kasamatsu reacting to their child's first word, bonus if their first word is 'dada' ( your blog is amazing to say the least, it always makes my day. Keep up the good work, senpai >//<)

this makes me unbelievably happy, thank you sweetheart <3 omg senpai again my heart can’t take this

AKASHI: He wouldn’t care what his child’s first word was. The fact that it happened to be ‘dada’ brought tears to the emperor’s eyes. He never expected to feel this level of joy inside of him and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he took the baby in his hands, cradling him or her lightly. You would watch them from afar with a blissful smile.

AOMINE PERF HUBZ: When you told Aomine to encourage your child to say his or her first word, he would act as if he didn’t care. He would shrug it off and continuously throw glances at the baby, waiting for it to say something. When you walked away, the baby gargled, “Mama”. Aomine felt his heart melt in happiness with this historical moment. Happily, discreetly, he would take the baby in his hands and smile. You observed the two of them from the doorway, knowing that if Aomine knew you were there he’d close up again. Then he paused and frowned, “Wait, why didn’t you say dada first? Hey, kid, say dada. Don’t tell mom you called her first.”

HANAMIYA: Never. He would never admit to the huge grin that spread across his face when he heard his kid’s first word escape his lips. You would be hidden in the shadows, arms crossed as you watched Hanamiya who had a stupid grin on his face as he urged the baby to say it again. “Come on, say it. Call me again. I won’t tell your mom, promise.”

KAGAMI: This huge tiger would be a sobbing mess. Tears streaming down his face and a huge smile on his face, he would tighten his hold around the baby who had just called for him. Cooing and waiting for it to sleep, Kagami wouldn’t leave the baby’s side until he was sure that he or she was comfortable on the nursery bed. “Kagami, it’s time to sleep.” You would call with a resigned look on your face but Kagami pleaded for five more minutes. Just five, he said for the third time.

KASAMATSU: Smiling softly, he would hold the baby in his arms, humming it softly to sleep. While you rarely ever heard him sing, Kasamatsu would have no problem singing the baby to sleep. Murmuring nursery rhymes quietly, the baby would comfortably fall to asleep. It was no surprise that he would start getting so attached when the baby called for his or her ‘dada’ first. Kasamatsu would be like a mama bear protecting its cub.

KUROKO: Kuroko, who seem to be more stoic, couldn’t hold back the tears that spilled from his sky blue eyes as his lips curved into a proud smile. You would hand the baby to Kuroko who was making grabby motions. Kuroko was already skilled in handling babies and would lift the baby into the air, making him or her giggle. The giggle plus ‘dada’ completely made his day and he would tell everyone else about it, bragging. what a loser gotta love him

KISE: Squealing, he would be super excited when the baby called out for his ‘dada’. Despite the fact that he was in public, Kise would be shamelessly holding up his baby Lion King style and parading him or her around the restaurant with a grin. You didn’t even have the heart to stop him because people loved the way Kise lit up like the fourth of July, eyes bright and a giant grin on his face.

MIDORIMA: As he made a funny face, you realized that he was trying to suppress his crying. He held the baby proudly, patting it on the head and softly stroking the back. You grinned, watching him coo the baby into calling out for him again. Midorima wouldn’t even try to hide his smile though. The proud smile on his face would be a clear sign of a proud father.

MURASAKIBARA:  Murasakibara didn’t even try to hold back his tears as he started sobbing aloud, holding the baby tightly against him. It looked as if he was carrying his lunch but the baby would just gargle and squeal, lifting their tiny fists into the air. “Call for dada again, _____-chin.” He stared at the baby, waiting and encouraging him or her to call out for him again.

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angie prompted a little something that I just couldn’t resist

Elliott has a little brother and that’s why he skips practice and stuff sometimes uwu

“Again?!”

Elliott pouts and pleads with his eyes. “I’m sorry, Kurt, my fearless, awesome leader,” he replies, “but it’s an emergency, I have to go.”

Kurt puts his hands on his hips. “It’s the third rehearsal you’ve skipped this week!” he exclaims, obviously torn between crying and yelling.

Yelling wins.

“We cannot afford to be slackers, Elliott!” he shouts, voice rising as he goes. “But if you don’t think you can involve yourself a little bit more, I don’t know–I don’t know if you can stay in the band.”

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Daddy's Little Girl

Harry: He can’t sleep because she can’t sleep. He can hear her through the monitor, her little baby sighs and gargles coming through. You were awake too, just listening to her talk to herself and move. “She’s a night owl,” Harry rasped out, his voice heavy laden with sleep-which he had not been getting because of his new born baby girl. “You’re the only one to get her to sleep, go on,” you gave him a nudge and he smiled, loving that your baby girl was already turning into a daddy’s girl. “Alright,” he rolled over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips and he walked out and down the hall to her room. You watched him on the monitor step in and smile, his eyes lighting up in a way you had never seen before. “Hello my little love,” be crooned, scooping your daughter out of her crib. Her cries died down to little whimpers and her cheek immediately went to his shoulder. “Can’t sleep, huh?” You watched as he rocked her, his steps slow and unhurried as he moved around the room. “Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful,” he began to sing, his voice low and husky and you shivered, loving the amount that he loved your daughter.

Niall: “She’s not dating until she’s thirty,” he said after dinner one night as he dried a plate. You smirked, washing the final pot and glancing over at him. “Is that right?” Your baby girl was in her highchair, hands slamming into some uneaten spaghetti and covering her adorable, rosy cheeks. “Hell yes, that’s right. I don’t need some boy breaking her heart,” he looked at her now, eyes on her father’s face and a toothless grin winking out at him. If Niall had a weakness, it was her. His whole world changed since she came and he didn’t even know how he excited without her before. “That’s a bit much, Ni,” you flicked water at him and he laughed, snatching you up in his arms. “I don’t want anyone to break her heart.” His eyes clouded and you smoothed the frown line between his eyes. “It’s inevitable,” you told him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “But she’s a princess like her mom,” he tweaked your cheek and picked up the love of his life. “But princess needs a bath first.” she giggled and placed her pudgy hands on his cheek and her lips to his chin. “I love you too, baby girl,” he whispered as he walked out of the kitchen, “I love you too.”

Zayn: “Daddy, princess castle,” your daughter pleaded for the eighth time. Princess castles weren’t exactly in Zayn’s painting repertoire, but how could he refuse his little munchkin anything? “Okay, okay. What do you want it to look like?” You watched from the door as your daughter stood from her folded spot on the floor and marched over to her father, her dark eyes, much like her daddy’s, trained to the wall. “Like Punzel does,” she finally says, hands on her hips. You knew that look. She wouldn’t walk away without Rapunzel’s castle on Zayn’s painting wall. His eyes flicked to you and he shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “Does that look familiar?” He nodded his head towards the little peanut who was the center of his universe. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said coyly, watching your daughter take the same stance you always did. “Uh huh, sure. Okay, peanut, let’s paint okay?” Zayn never let anyone touch his wall. Ever. But now the paint room was full of drawings of her, her hand prints and foot prints splattered everywhere. This room was Zayn’s heart on a canvas and it was filled with her. She was daddy’s little girl and god, was he in adoration of her.

Liam: “Daddy, today at school Tommy asked me if I was ever gunna get married,” she scrunched up her nose as she looked at her father, her brown eyes on his. Her chicken was all over the plate, a sign that she wasn’t competent just yet when it came to cutlery. You looked to Liam who was growing paler by the moment and he let out a strangled laugh. “Well, in many years you will,” he choked out, the thought of his little girl getting married absolutely paralyzing him. “Yeah, but daddy you’ll be old then. How can I marry you?” Liam dropped his fork and knife to his plate and his eyes slid closed. She loved him so much it nearly broke him. You took his hand under the table and gave it a squeeze. “Well, darling,” he cleared his throat, eyes glassier than he would have liked, “you can’t marry me cause I’m married to mommy.” Your daughter looked to you, a frown on her little lips. “But…” Immediately the tears came and Liam was at her side in an instant. “You’re gunna find a man who loved you just as much,” he said thickly, loathe to think of the day his little girl would be dressed in white. “But daddy he won’t be as good as you or make Mac and cheese like you do,” he cuddled her into his chest, lips on her brow. The spot he would have in her heart could never be replaced, there was no love likes daughter had for her father.

Louis: Louis had three favorite times of the day. The first was waking up with you and getting to kiss your nose, cheeks, eyelids and lips. His second favorite time of the day was watching you crawl into bed in one of his shirts that fell almost to your knees. But the third, most favorite moment of the day was when he read his little girl a story before her baby head hit the pillow. “What sort of story do you want tonight?” He asked, looking at the bookshelf against the far wall. “Sleepin’ Beauty,” she said, her little pink blanket clutched to her chest. She was the splitting image of Louis with his chocolate hair and sea eyes, he called her his mini-me. “Again? Didn’t we just read that one?” She giggled and slid over, letting him sprawl out into her tiny twin bed. Immediately she snuggled into his side, head on his chest and blanket up over her. “Please daddy.” Louis couldn’t resist that little voice even if he tried. “Sure thing, right here first,” he tapped his cheek and she pressed her angel soft lips to his scruff. “And you have to answer the magic question,” his fingers tickled her sides and she squealed with laughter. “Daddy! No!” She begged between laughs. Louis would remember this forever, her sweet breath and angel soft hair. “Whose my best girl?” He asked, eye alight with humor. “I am,” she giggled, hugging him hard around the neck.

anonymous asked:

I have to ask this: Gom (minus Kuroko) and Kagami taking care of baby-Kuroko xD thank you for doing this!

you’re most welcome!

Aomine cursed which made Kagami and Midorima both smack him on the head. “Fuck, what?” Another smack. “Okay, I get it. Jeez.” He muttered. “Now where is that little brat?”

“He’s not a brat, Aomine-chi!” Kise complained as he brought a baby Kuroko into the room. He was an exact duplicate of Kuroko from his facial features down to his personality. All of them could’ve sworn that Kuroko had shrunk into this baby. “Why did he even call all of us?”

“I’m guessing it’s because he just disappeared from your hands despite the fact that you just got here.” Akashi pointed out to the now missing Kuroko. Kise let out a terrified squeak as his petrified eyes darted all over the room, floor, ceiling, under the table, to search for the baby.

The crunch of a chip brought all their attention to Murasakibara. He was offering baby Kuroko who was deviously reaching out for a Cheeto. “Ne, Kuro-chin, do you want this?” He dangled the snack in front of the baby’s eyes.

Kuroko’s adorable squeal melted Murasakibara’s heart and he nearly handed the snack over until Midorima interfered. He picked up the baby from Murasakibara’s lap and growled at the giant, “What are you thinking? He’s a baby! He should be eating baby food.”

Murasakibara just popped the piece into his mouth. “Well, he wanted it.”

Midorima rolled his eyes, “This is why you’re unsuitable to handle a baby nanodayo.” He turned his attention baby Kuroko who was now on the brink of crying. He had the complete package. Quivering lips, watery eyes, adorable pout, and tiny shaking fists. “Oh, crap.” He muttered before the baby exploded into tears. He handed the baby to Aomine instead.

Aomine, spacing out, accepted the baby and held him in his hand until he realized. “Oh, shit. Fuck, I mean sorry, don’t say that. Shit. Dammit. Sorry.”

“Shut up, Ahomine!” Everyone yelled at the same time.

Kagami sighed and took the weeping baby from Aomine’s hands. He popped a baby bottle into baby Kuroko’s mouth and he instantly stopped his crying. Kuroko, being all evil and cute, would just grin as he sucked on the milk in the bottle. All of them sighed in relief. Thank God for Kagami. When he finished the milk, Kagami pulled out the bottle and set it aside.

“Shiw!” The baby suddenly chirped and gargled happily. Wait, what? Kagami stared at the baby, asking what it just said. “Shiw!”

His eyes widened. “Don’t tell me. No, don’t do it. Don’t you dare say it.”

“Shit!” The baby squealed happily, throwing its tiny hands into the air.

“Ahomine!” They all yelled again.

“It’s not my fault!” He yelled unconvincingly. As they bickered and argued about how to tell Kuroko that his baby just learned a bad word, they failed to notice the most important part of all.

“Guys,” Murasakibara started, still in the same position, lazing around on the couch. “Where’d the baby go?”

They paused and turned to the door. Has that door always been open—

“Dammit!” All of them yelled as they rushed out the door. How the hell did a baby even open the door?

He didn’t. He was sleeping happily in the cupboard under the sink, not that he would reveal himself to the irresponsible adults. He would let them suffer for just a little bit longer and dozed off.

Adventures in Babysitting

Prompt from anon: What if while Cas while babysitting for Tayna, Dean remembered the porn from all those years ago and brought Cas a pizza.

The only thing that is similar in this fic is the fact that Cas is babysitting and is human. Everything else is purely fiction and didn’t happen in the episode.

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“Dean, this wasn’t a date.” Cas stared down at the sleeping baby with almost fear.

“What are you talking about, Cas?”

“She is on a date, yes, but not with me. I am… I am babysitting Dean.” Cas groaned into the phone and took a seat in the rocking chair beside the crib. He let himself feel the defeat ache at his chest. “I can’t even get a girl to go on a date with me, Dean. I am a failure.”

Dean breathed into the phone. “You aren’t a failure Cas. She just wasn’t the right one.”

“Who is the right one, Dean? I am doomed to never find this right girl. Frankly, after tonight, I don’t even want to look anymore. I will just… stop trying.” Cas’ eyes lifted at the sound of gargling from baby Tanya. “It’s useless.”

“Hey, it’s not useless, Cas. I promise you we will find you the right woman.”

“Don’t make a promise like that.” His voice was broken as he let his head fall a little. “I am just going to keep this baby alive through the night and tomorrow I will help you on the hunt. It is all I am good for.” Then he hung up the phone afraid to hear Dean say anything else to make him feel worse about his love life.

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