I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST HEARD HIS SPEAKING VOICE

Baby- Prequel (The Impala’s POV)

A story of true love- all types of true love. The Impala helps narrate this Dean x reader story about fighting the Darkness and finding the light.

Word Count: 1150

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m excited about this one, guys! Get ready!


Some have called me the most important object in the universe. Some have called me a “real beauty”. Some have called me a heap of scrap metal.

But he calls me Baby, and that’s the only name I answer to.

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I GET SO STRESSED OVER HOW DEEP TAEHYUNG’S VOICE ACTUALLY IS BECAUSE HE HAS SUCH A CUTE FACE AND ACTS LIKE A TEN YEAR OLD CHILD A LOT BUT THEN HE SPEAKS AND YOU’RE LIKE HOLD THE FUCK UP

Newborn Princess CHAPTER 10

Summary: As Happy comes back from a late run he hears crying and finds a baby in a basket on his doorstep, with a letter saying that it was his. Will he raise the child or give it up. Eventual romance.

So this chapter is kind of short, but I hope you all like it. I have some writers block but the juices for this story are kind of flowin right now lol Just a reminder I hope you all remember the woman that Tiggy got pregnant cause there is some newssss!!

Newborn Princess Masterlist


“It’s a boy? Holy shit man congratulations.” Happy said as he smacked Tig on the back in cheers, “Yeah I’ll ask the nurse if I could bring him over.” Tig was in the chair of Happy’s hospital room, the little Lowman in his lap playing with ‘Bah’. “Don’t know why they won’t let me out of the hospital. I feel fine.” Happy grumbled in annoyance.

It’s been about five weeks since getting Natasha back and Happy was well…happy, that he had her back but now she had a new friend to play with and that friend was Tig’s new son, Noah. Tig was more than excited to hold his child but Beth, the mother of Noah wasn’t doing so hot and he hated to admit but Tig didn’t think she would live much longer. He didn’t love her, didn’t even find her attractive until he had some beers in his system but she was the mother of his son and it still stung to know that there was a chance that she wouldn’t make it. It was different for Hap and Natasha, she had a mother, where ever the hell she was but she had one. Noah might not have one and it hurt Tig but he would be the best parent he could be, he’d be what he wasn’t for Dawn and Fawn.

“You got the club behind you man.” Happy told Tig and the curly haired man nodded, then kissed Natasha on her head making her smile before leaning on him, her tiny arms trying to wrap themselves around him, “Ti-da.” She cooed. “She’s so gonna go with my son.” Tig smirked and Happy was about to speak but another voice cut him off.

“In your dreams Trager my son will have her swoonin’ in a second.” Kozik grinned as he took the little girl away from her other god father, “Zo Zo!” She cheered, “Hey princess.” Tig gave the blonde male a mock laugh, “Yeah right, more like she’ll come running to my son screaming that your son is a weirdo.”

Happy shook his head at the antics, “She ain’t gonna go with either of your damn kids, besides Kozik, you ain’t got a son.” Happy said as the blonde handed the Lowman his daughter. “About that.” Kozik started and Tig broke into laughter, “I guess it’s true what they say.” The two other men raised their brows and he continued, “That babies really do come in threes.”

Kozik sat on the chair beside the icy blue eyed man with a grunt, “I’ll have you two know that we’ve been talking for about a year now.”

“What?!” Tig and Happy both asked in shock, Natasha pouted at their loud voice and put her little hand on Happy’s mouth, “Shh.” She said and the three men laughed at her cutest, “No you hush baby.” Happy said kissing her nose and she wiggled happily then played with her octopus that Tig put in front of her. “Anyways what do you mean a year, you never told us.” Happy grumbled.

Kozik scratched the nape of her neck, “I know…I wanted to keep it between us, didn’t want shit flyin’ on her ya know? She’s awesome man, short, funny, hot as hell.” Kozik chuckled and Tig raised a brow, “You whipped?” Kozik groaned, “I ain’t whipped asshole I’m…”

“In love?” Happy asked with a smirk and Kozik looked away slightly red in the face, “She’s not bad.” Tig nodded, “What’s her name?” Kozik’s smile told the other men that he truly was in love and it was shocking since he was such a ladies man, “Acacia. Different but it fits her.” He told them and Tig nodded, “I like it.”

Happy nodded, “Sooo…is she pregnant?” Kozik shook his head, “Nah but I’m thinking about making her my Old Lady.” He smiled and Tig slapped him on the back, “Shit…then you’re stuck man.”

Kozik rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I love her, so what kill me.” Tig grabbed his knife, “Glad you finally asked.” He laughed when Kozik pushed him in the arm, “Stupid ass.” He grumbled. They all stopped when their was a knock on the door, “What.” Happy growled and the door opened revealing an older woman who wore pastel purple scrubs, her light blonde hair pulled into a loose bun, “Just here to check on you Mr. Lowman.” The woman sighed in annoyance and Happy scowled, damn I can’t stand this ugly bitch, he told himself mentally.

“Dim da bo!” Natasha said then smiled and the nurse gave her a fake smile to which Happy responded with a scowl, “I feel fine.” He told her and she sighed, “Just protocol Mr. Lowman.” She told him and Happy felt his jaw clench but he nodded anyways and stood up, letting the nurse lift up his shirt, checking his wounds. “Well it seems you are fine.”

“Thanks I get that a lot.” He joked yet a smile, or even a smirk, didn’t reach his face and the nurse just chuckled, “I don’t swing that way Mr. Lowman but, I think you are fine to be let out of the hospital.” Happy nodded then lowered his shirt when she stepped away, “You will still need your prescription meds and no riding just yet. So whenever you feel ready you may leave.” The nurse walked away not even returning his daughter’s wave, “Da?”

“Yeah she’s a bitch but guess what…Daddy can come home.” He grinned as he lifted up Natasha, “I’m signin’ out then I’m seein’ my nephew.” Happy said looking at Tig and the other two men nodded, “Sure thing brother.”


“What’s up little man?” Happy asked as he held Noah in his strong arms, their complexion in skin tones a giant difference, Happy’s dark tan skin compared to Noah’s snowy white skin. Happy looked at Beth who wore a small smile, “You did good little mama.” Happy winked at her and she gave a small laugh, “Yeah…he sure is cute.

Happy gave a nod and walked around the room gently bouncing his arms, his eyes looking down at the small newborn. Noah’s eyes were shut, and he had a head full of dark hair, which wasn’t surprising to any of them considering all the hair Tig had. His lips a light pink and pulled into a slight pout, his cheeks rosy as well and it made Happy smile as he remembered when he first got Natasha. “I remember when she was that small.” Happy mumbled but Tig heard, Beth’s voice speaking, “She’s beautiful can I hold her?” She smiled and Happy nodded, “Yeah, course you can.”

Tig stood up and handed the little girl into Beth’s arms, a big smile on the older woman’s face and it made Tig happy. Natasha looked up at Beth with slight confusion and wonder, “Hi I’m Beth.” She smiled and Happy glanced at Tig, the curly haired man looking at the scene with a small smile, his eyes slightly glossy. Beth, she looked bad but still happy as she stared down at Natasha, the young woman’s hand pushing back Natasha’s hair, “She’s beautiful.”

Beth looked over at Happy when he walked beside her, putting Noah in her free arm so she was holding both babies, and Tig laughed, “I so need a picture of this.” He said. Happy and Tig both took out their phones taking a picture of Beth, Noah and Natasha. “One more.” Happy smirked but right before he clicked a button to snap a pic his little girl leaned over kissing Noah on the forehead making Beth grin wide.

Kozik popped his head in the room after giving a small knock, “Ain’t that the cutest shit ever.” He laughed as he gentle rubbed Noah on the head, leaning down to kiss his god daughter on the head, “Hey Beth you look better.” He smiled at the woman, her skin pale from it’s usual sun kissed glow. She had light brown hair but it looked dull, her eyes though looked joyful and full of life as she looked at her three day old son and his new best friend. “Thanks. Aren’t they the cutest, they’re definitely going to be together I can see it now.”

Instead of battling and saying that his son would surely go with Natasha, he just nodded, “Yeah they are.” He smiled. Noah pouted and began to cry but Natasha put her hand on his cheek, making a hushing sound, “Awe!” She cooed and Happy took his girl, “Shh baby don’t say that. Well he must be hungry so we’ll leave ya three.” Kozik nodded and Beth waved, “Thank you.”

Happy winked, “No problem, see ya brother.” Natasha hugged her octopus happily but the second she noticed that they were leaving her friend she pouted, “N-no. Dada no no.” She pouted and he poked her cheek, “Don’t worry we’re gonna go meet the woman that’s gonna carry your other best friend.” Kozik raised a brow, “Who’s that?” Happy chuckled, “You’re gonna introduce us to your fiance.”

Kozik gasped in shock making the little girl giggle, “I am?”

“Yup we gotta see that baby mama.” Happy smirked and Kozik smiled, “Yeah you’re right, it’s like Tig said, babies come in threes.”


Babies coming in threes is something my grandma and mom always said and I think it’s true because my sister just had her baby in December, my cousin is about to pop in a month and now my other cousin’s girl is pregnant lol so I believe they come in threes lol Just wanted to clear that up :)

I remember her

I remember her black round eyes that shone like oasis in a deserted crowd and her smooth hair that flew freely when the wind blew gently on her skin. I remember her melodious laugh and her coffee-stained breath that conquered the atmosphere when she spoke. I remember her dulcet smile as she asked for favors and her clumsy steps as she made her way through the corridor. I remember how she always wore black yet still brought all the colors with her and how she used to bounce like a seven-year old girl whenever she hears the song of her favorite boy band. I remember her words that glowed brighter than the sun and how she could speak of hope in a lot of different languages.

Then I remember her scarlet cheeks that grew redder than the roses on the bouquets that young ladies receive on Valentine’s day as she held her phone while talking to him. I remember her mellifluous voice as she sang love songs that she just heard for the first time.I remember her summery touch when we walked and when asked why all of a sudden she became so cuddly, she’d just smiled playfully. And when I looked at her face, I saw his name vandalized on it. I remember how she wrote thousands of letters and poems all dedicated to the man she handed her heart to and even when I warned her about the possible ending, she just looked at me with a gentle smile and said, “It’s okay.”

Lastly, I remember her flooded eyes as she spent another night waiting for a presence she never felt. I remember how she hid in the darkness as she draw another scar on her skin. I remember how her voice sounded like a requiem and how her lips forgot to curve into a smile she used to give away. I remember how her hands were always shaking violently and how her stares became so empty. I remember how she tilted her head as she looked for her lost flame that burned her beauty into ashes. I remember how she lost herself over a love that she thought she found. I remember her regret. I remember her agony. I remember how badly she wanted to turn back everything so that she could go back to how she used to be.

I wish I could go back in time to save her but now all I could do is to remember her.

The Orchid “AU”- Drought

It’s a day like any normal day for him–not that he doesn’t recognize the holiday. It’s just that Father’s Day was always… dry.

Not much good grew out of Soul’s relationship with his father. It was like a neglected front-yard garden; the owner conveniently forgot to water the plants after seeing a couple of leaves turn brown. He guessed his father figured those withering plants were going to die anyway, so there was no use in taking care of them anymore. He wondered how anyone who visited the family mansion never saw it. The death of a family bond. While Soul could never bring himself to really hate anyone unless they were true filth, he harbored a strong distaste for that man.

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