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father's daughter | jayce talis x reader

summary : jayce becoming the father of your daughter, ophelia, was definitely one of the best decisions you have ever made.

content warnings: 1.2k, fluff overload, established relationship, implied smut (not explicit), jayce being a literal dilf

Throughout your marriage with Jayce, you had never thought bringing a baby into your tiny family—you, Jayce, and your cat, Misty—would make it feel complete.

He was always there for you through your pregnancy, pulling your hair back when you had morning sickness, always having the food cravings you wanted, and even holding your hand in a death grip and reassuring you that it was going to be okay and you were doing great during labor.

And ever since Ophelia was brought into the world, you and Jayce couldn’t be happier.

There were times when you had no clue what to do in the slightest, but Jayce always had your back no matter what. Even when the postpartum depression hit you like a rock, he was always found by your side.

Now your daughter was four years old and is a ball of sunshine. She would have so much energy throughout the day and then take a power nap before waking up and showing off that energy. She always slept like a rock, only waking up once during the night.

You opened the door to your house, and the first thing that caught your eyes was Jayce and Ophelia sitting on the couch, with her tiny body leaned against his. Her eyes were fluttered shut as she slept, and Jayce’s hand was wrapped gently around her shoulder with his thumb rubbing her forearm.

Smiling at the sight, you closed the door gently behind you. The click of the door got Jayce's attention, his gaze raising to yours with his smile widening. "Hey, baby."

"Hey," you say, making your way towards him on the couch and leaning down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "How was she today?"

He smiled against your lips. "She was good." He says, a hand going to rub your waist gently. "Was work good today?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I ended up getting paid early since my boss won't be in to give it to me on Friday."

"Really?" He asks, in which you nod. "Wait, where is he going?"

You shrug your shoulders, walking away from him and into the kitchen. "Not sure, I think he might visit his parents in Noxus."

"Seems like it." He says, glancing down at Ophelia, who was still sleeping against him. "I'm gonna go bring Ophie to bed."

You nodded, looking over your shoulder to see him gently lift her up in his arms, her body slumped against his as she slept. “Alright,” you say so softly, he barely heard it.

When they were both out of sight, you let out a soft sigh and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. Opening the cap, you took a small sip, licking your lips at the cold liquids rushing down your throat.

It wasn’t long before Jayce came back out with his arms slithering around your waist. You smiled to yourself, leaning back against his front body. “You’re clingy today."

He hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck. “It’s because I missed my wife.”

A soft laugh came out of you. “Is that so?” You ask while turning your head to meet his eyes.

He nodded, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Of course I did.” He said, pressing more kisses against the skin of your neck.

You leaned more into his body, letting yourself relax while your lips pressed together to hold in a smile. “You know, we haven't done anything in a while.”

His lips froze against your neck, hands curling into shirt as he moved his head away. “Are you suggesting that..” He trailed off, a smirk growing on his face.

You smiled, teasing yet suggestive. “Yeah, we just have to make sure we’re quiet this time.”

He laughed softly, turning your body to face his with his hands. “I feel like I should be the one saying that.”

“No, you were vocal the last time.”

He shook his head. “No, that was you.”

“No, that was—“

Before you could get the words out of your mouth, you were cut off with his lips crashing into yours, and you instantly leaned into the kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the strands of hair on his neck with his hands gripping your waist, your body flush against his.

Weeks went by since that night, and both you and Jayce were driving towards Ophelia's school on the first day of kindergarten. She was practically bouncing in her seat, and a wide smile stretched across her tiny face.

“I can’t wait to meet so many new people!” She says excitedly, looking out the window with her eyes shining in the sun.

Jayce's smile grew on his face, keeping one hand on the wheel with his other hand resting on your thigh, and his entire palm practically covering one-in-three quarters of it. “Mommy and I went to this school when we were your age, so you might have the same teacher as us."

"Really?!" she basically squeals, getting even more excited than she already was.

You nodded, looking at her through the rearview window. "Yeah, isn't that exciting?"

Soon enough, Jayce had pulled the car into the school's parking lot and got out of the car, opening the backseat door and getting Ophelia out of the car seat. The three of you walked into the school and to where the kindergarten class was located.

The moment you walked into the classroom, happy memories from your childhood immediately filled you. Ophelia had the same class from when you were in kindergarten, and with the vibrant colors popping out, it seemed like you were back to being your daughter's age.

Jayce rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing small circles as he recognized the way you were feeling—nostalgia.

After taking photos of Ophelia, you and Jayce left the school and got into your car, leaning into the passenger seat with a sigh leaving you.

Jayce was about to start the car when he heard a breath of air, and he looked over at you. "Baby, what's wrong?"

His hand brushed against your cheek, and you didn't even realize you were shedding tears until he wiped them away so delicately. "Nothing, it's just—" You sniffled, glancing over at him with tear-filled eyes. "She's grown up so much, and I'm so proud of her."

His hand stayed brushed against your cheek, giving you a sad smile. “I know,” he says, his voice soft as a whisper. “I’m very proud to be her dad.”

You sniffled once again, bringing your gaze to his as a ragged breath escaped you. “You’re a great dad,” Your gaze travels down his body for a second. “And a hot one, too.”

His laugh came out as surprised,, his head resting back against the seat. “Well, then you’re a great mom, and a hot one, too.” He repeats.

A smile grows on your face, gazing at him with such love no one could describe. “I love you,” Your voice was thin and barely audible.

His grin softens into something pure. “I love you, too.” He leans towards you and presses his lips to yours, pulling away with a grin. “Now, let’s get home before we get stuck in this parking lot.”

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your overprotective family friend Toji gets mad that you want to live the college experience; decides to pound you until you realize he’ll give you a better experience than any college party

do we see the vision?

-Fidds is the one who cuts Stan's hair and generally takes care of it and Stan in general

-Stan owns one of those cheesy "kiss the cook" apron's and each time he is cooking he jestures to it saying "food ain't free ya know, pay up, honey" with a smug look on his face and much go his surprise after Fidds had a quick laugh at his boyfriend's stupid yet adorable antics he'd do so

-Stan is the one who makes breakfast and when he does so he always cuts the eggs into hearts or drizzles the syrup to say "morning Fidds" on it

-Fidds adores saying cringe nerdy science pick up lines like "are you a pile of bones? Because i dig you!" Or "my love for you is like pi, never ending!"

-As a response Stan would say something back like "Damn baby, are you a parking ticket? Cuz you've got fine written all over you" and they would go back and forth till they were dying of laughter and one managed to it fluster the other

-They sometimes tease each other with playful insults like "country bumpkin" or "city rat"

-Stan always insists on Fidds wearing his clothes because frankly he finds it concerning how many years he spent in just overalls and a hat

-Every year they celebrate the day Stan opened the mystery shack and when Fidds recovered from his insanity

-Fidds is making Stan cut back his drinking and smoking and so far he has made good prgress

-If they are walking outside and it's 0 or just -1 Stan will offer his coat and if he refuses then he pulls him closer and makes some lame excuse like "this is just to make sure ya don't freeze yer ass out here, idiot.."

-Stan likes to flex on Fidds by lifting a table for example with Fidds then casually picking him up with one arm while he is reading without a care in the world

-Fidds owns a yt channel with him posting lovey songs he made for Stan and Stan sometimes helps with the melody of the banjo or being a guest and singing along with him providing lyrics

-At first Stan hated or pretended to hate it when Fidds would call him "pretty boy but now he just blushes and says "really..?"

-Fidds sometime relapses and has meltdowns whenever he sees something from his such as a picture of his son or old newspapers with him in it and would just disappear for a couple of days

-When Fidds would return to his senses he would be rather embarrassed of his behavior but Stan would always be there to comfort him

-Stan sometimes due to PTSD wakes up in the middle of the might shaking and sobbing from nightmares, each time this happens Fidds is next to him and spends the whole night if needed to comfort him

-Stanley's greatest fear is messing things up with his new family and his bf

-Fiddleford's greatest fear is losing his memory and losing and forgetting Stanley like he did with so many others

I LOVE AMY x WENCLAIR

Me inspiré en el One Shot que hize ayer para dibujarlo, intenta no perder el estilo de ILA ni el de Wednesday (aunque son muy parecidos)

Tampoco se si alguien se vaya a enojar o algo porque se parecer un poco demasiado (Soy nuevo en el dibujo digital, no podia hacer mucho)

Espero que les guste, porque por ahora es mi favorito de mis 3 dibujos publicados :)

Word count: 500

Trigger warnings: None

Gender neutral reader

Hey guys, my name is Jo, im 24 and Elvis obsessed! I made this account simply for all things Elvis and especially Elvis fanfics and boy I haven’t been disappointed! I’ve met some of the most talented and sweet creators such as @from-memphis-with-love @dreamingofep @be-my-ally