accidently on purpose

anonymous asked:

tell another story

When I was seven years old, my Grandmother’s ladle went missing.

This was her favorite ladle. This was her only ladle. She had a very bizarre attachment to this ladle. She became convinced it had been stolen

Suddenly, she trusted no one in the family. Accusations were thrown left and right. Fissures were ripping the family apart as everyone claimed innocence and my Grandmother only grew angrier. Everyone had unbelievably bad alibis. No one could be trusted in the Dark Times ruled over by the ladle thief. 

She couldn’t just buy a new ladle, no, it was the principal of the thing- this was her Prized Ladle, and some heathen who dared share her blood had betrayed her and stolen it. The family was in complete turmoil- no one could hold a conversation for longer than five minutes without begging for the return of the ladle. Grandmom stopped making family dinners. No one was safe, no one escaped without feeling the weight of this crushing catastrophe.

And then, one day, upon opening a bag of flour, my Grandmother learned the horrible truth.

Her ladle…had just simply fallen into the bag without her noticing. 

You would think this is where the story ends.

You see, Grandmother simply couldn’t be in the wrong here. She, upon letting everyone back into her life again, declared this was all Bonnie’s fault. Cousin Bonnie had been using her kitchen for something around the time of The Incident and must have knocked the ladle in, on accident or on purpose was anyone’s guess, and left it there for the bag to be sealed up without anyone checking. 

The family was incredulous! After all the drama, the woman can’t even admit her on wrongdoing? We could not just stand for this. This was injustice. The eldest of Grandmother’s children started to formulate a plan amongst themselves. 

For context, there are Nine Children, and at the time of this event, perhaps…Twenty Grand and Great Grandchildren, all of varying ages. All were eventually brought into play within the plot. 

On Christmas, at the large, loud, entertaining family party, my Grandmother never stood a chance of noticing her daughter Megan sliding into the kitchen. 

She never noticed the shinning, silver gleam of a ladle clutched in her hand, as she handed it off to Bonnie. 

She never noticed Bonnie slipping it into her bag, and never questioned why Bonnie was leaving the party so early. 

The plan was in motion. 

It took dear Grandmother far too long to notice the ladle had once again gone missing. By the time she turned up at Bonnie’s doorstep demanding answers, the ladle was well on it’s way to Japan. 

Grandmother wasn’t told this, however; Just told that maybe she should keep a better eye on her possessions. 

Before the ladle got to Japan, there was a brief stop at Bonnie’s brother’s home in Hawaii, and he gave the ladle a tour of the beautiful islands, taking pictures all the while. Then, he had to deploy with the army in Japan, and the ladle went with him for some time. She saw the gorgeous sites and also learned the ways of a soldier. 

The ladle grew weary of this life, and was mailed off to another relative. 

Every day, my Grandmother would wax poetic about betrayal and her missing ladle. Every day, the ladle experience a new event, city, state, or country. 

While smiling, peace keeping family members would come over to help my grandmother search her possessions for her missing ladle, the ladle itself was on the trip of a lifetime. 

Sports games, box seats, tourist sites- this ladle and our family knew no bounds. One uncle bought a bunch of those can holders that look like shirts, so the ladle could keep modest on her adventures. Celebrities held her in their hands. She touched foreign sands. She found herself, her life and ladle-ality on this trip. The family literally sent this utensil on an Eat, Pray, Love journey just to be petty.

My mother and I received the ladle in the winter months, near the end of her journey. We took her to New York City with us, she saw the Rockettes, toured NBC, and sat with me at David Letterman’s desk. 

Everyone, for all of the ladle’s journeys, took pictures.

We reach Christmas, a full year after the ladle escaped my Grandmother’s dramatic clutches. Grandmom finds herself surprised when she’s pulled into the living room and presented a large scrapbook and a large santa-sack that appears filled to the brim. 

She opens the scrapbook and gasps, now face-to-face with what has been going on all year. The book was titled ‘The Adventures of Mabel the Ladle’. The first page proclaims that Mabel escaped because she had been lonely, and every picture in there conveys every single one of her fantastical adventures with the entire extended family.

Grandmother opened the santa-sack to discover everyone had bought her ladle’s that year for Christmas- metal ladles, fancy ladles, themed ladles, every ladle you could ever imagine. 

Mabel the Ladle was never lonely again.

My grandmother never lacked in kitchen ware again.

All Was Well. 


Le Chat devient…le chat?

i’ve been having a hard time drawing stuff lately due to time constraints and stress so i self indulged and drew chat noir as an actual cat. don’t know how it happened, but it was probably plagg’s fault—either it being an accident or totally (hilariously) on purpose because of lack of camembert

it was definitely on purpose

don’t worry though, it’s only temporary—it’ll probably last about an hour or two before adrien bribes plagg with enough cheese to turn him back to normal!

still callin him kitty noir

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i dreamed of a world without you, where i was emptied like a fish, my skin unfamiliar when it was untouched by you. i dreamed of a world where we were not one, where you never kissed me by accident and then again on purpose, where the two of us never got caught up in the moment. was i happier there? was i happier not knowing the ending? all i know is that it was a late morning, and i woke up sweating, and i live in the world where i cannot kiss you anymore. it’s okay, almost. i’m figuring out how that works. it’s just that i drank coffee. it’s just i don’t want to go to bed. it’s just i don’t know how to be better off without you. i can’t get you out of my head.

pridepridepride  asked:

So, whats the story with Angelica forgetting Alex at Burger King?

it’s based off of a story that happened to me but told a lot differently in this au. basically alex went to the bathroom and everyone was getting ready to go because it was late and so they were rushing to leave before the employees got annoyed and about 45 minutes into the drive everyone realizes alex is missing and they head back and find him sitting in the burger king parking lot with a free burger because they felt bad for closing the doors on him.

So in the “snowball” scene in season two, (you know the one) Lance throws the “snowball” at Keith, but misses and hits Shiro. But y'all, what we’re not looking at is how Lance hit Shiro on purpose. As someone with horrible aim, it’s actually hard to be so off target. There’s no way hitting Shiro was an accident. Lance hit Shiro on purpose. He wanted Shiro to have fun.

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual


•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.


•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff


•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm


•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”


•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

Being Negan's daughter and dating Carl would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Wooo Carl :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Carl not knowing who your father is at first until he gets to the Sanctuary and sees you there, only for your dad to explain who you are, but nonetheless he gets over it soon as he just loves you

-You usually sneaking out to go meet up with Carl to go on dates and even Alexandria as you feel more comfortable with him around

-Carl always kissing you deeply whenever you have to leave and get back to your home just to show you that he worries over

-Your dad asking you about as to where you have been, making you get quiet and just trying to avoid him, only for him to feel like he knows the answer

-You and Carl always smiling at each other whenever you would lock eyes, only for your dad to finally catch on and making a big joke about how you are into future serial killers and how cute you both kinda are

-Negan telling Rick all about it and all the times he caught you for sure and just getting in his face about being in-laws from now on, making you both embarrassed

-Your dad just finding that you both look super badass together and having you both do impressive work together that he knows you can all handle

-You knowing how to comfort Carl after your dad had picked on him over his eye, making him feel better about it and just holding onto you as you hug him

-Your dad having interrupted the both of you on accident and on purpose as well with a terrible joke whenever you were both about to get it on, making you sneak out to go to Carl’s house instead

-Carl growing more and more confident with you and not caring anymore if anyone sees you both walking hand in hand or kissing

Imagine Your OTP
  • Person B: I can't tell if that was on purpose or not. Something tells me it was an accident.
  • Person A: What on purpose? That? It was very intentional though I did regret it.
“Tadhana” (Welcome to LAX)

Summary: Modern AU. Your trip to Southern California takes an interesting turn when you continuously cross paths with a charming stranger.

Word Count: 1,215

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A/N: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback! I’m happy that you guys are excited about the fic like I am and thanks to the trailer/poster from Infinity War, Steve has a beard in this series. Can you blame me, though? The man looks good.

Originally posted by rogers

You don’t believe in destiny, and if you are destined for something, it certainly won’t be meeting a guy in the land of Southern California. 

The thought of someone waiting for you here is obviously far-fetched, something straight out of a fairy-tale novel. However, you let Skye live in that belief, letting her believe that there is a prince wanting you to be his princess. Daisy found the situation humorous and adorable while Elena assisted Skye on scanning the plane for any potential “princes” for you. 

Every time a man walked by your seats, Elena and Skye would turn to you to see if his smile stole your heart, but much to the little brunette’s dismay, you never got your heart stolen by any of them. This didn’t damper Skye’s spirits though as she continued her mission throughout the flight. You expected her to stop her mission of finding your prince once the plane landed in LAX. 

That wasn’t the case.

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Imagine person A of your OTP being incredibly science smart, and person B not doing that well on that aspect but secretly being extremely “story smart”- an artistic soul who loves to write and create stories. Bonus points if person A thinks person B isn’t that bright until finding some of A’s works, by either on accident or entirely on purpose.

Humans are weird

Commander Narrynite was unsure of adding more humans to the crew of his ship. Over the last several months, due to a new policy, his unit had been collaborating with 2 humans. The integration was going as well as could be expected, especially considering the human’s odd customs and their impractical beliefs.

Despite his protests, Narrynite had been commanded to take his ship to Prayha to retrieve the newest human that had been assigned to his unit.

“We are set to land on Prayha within the hour, Commander Narrynite” reported Human Chris, the first of the humans to join the crew under Narrynite.

“Remind the landing crew that the artificial gravity on Prayha is inconsistent and the ship will need to be tethered to the dock.”

“Yes, sir!” responded Human Chris with what Narrynite noted was an uncommon tone.

"Human Chris, I am unfamiliar with that tone of voice. Will you please clarify?”

“My apologies sir, I am just excited to have another human aboard the ship.”

At this, Narrynite became intrigued. Though he valued the various input the humans gave and the odd, seemingly useless skills they possessed, Narrynite believed that the humans and Jythoans would never properly integrate.

As Narrynite was considering the implications of Chris’s statement, a frantic beeping started from the status panel.

“Human Ann, report!”

“This can’t be right” Human Ann said in what Narrynite discerned to be shock.

“Commander, it appears as though the artificial gravity on Prayha has malfunctioned and has increased to a dangerous level. As a result, we are descending to the surface too quickly.”

Narrynite was considerably relieved at this information. “Not to worry Human Ann, Prayha has been known to have an unreliable gravity generator. It should resolve itself shortly.”

“Commander, I don’t think -”

Before Human Ann could finish, another alarm sounded. Narrynite knew this alarm without asking.

“Human Chris, radio the crew and tell them to brace for impact!” Narrynite said with an air of finality.

The moment before the collision, Narrynite closed his optical slits and silently prayed to the gods to make his death swift and painless.

Narrynite thought death would be different. He could faintly hear someone saying his name and thought it to be his gods calling.

“Commander Narrynite! Don’t let go, stay with me!”

Within seconds Narrynite became aware of reality and instantly wished he hadn’t. Pieces of the ship were strewn everywhere and one of the largest pieces was crushing him. He knew he had minutes at best before he would die, but took solace in that at least one of his comrades had survived.

“Ann, help me get the commander!” Human Chris shouted.

“It’s my leg, Chris I need help. My prosthetic came off. I think it landed over there.”

Though Narrynite’s death was imminent, he was bewildered at how Human Ann was still alive despite a missing leg.

It was only a few seconds before Human Chris had located the prosthetic and Human Ann was again mobile. They both rushed over to Narrynite and began attempting to lift the piece of metal.

Narrynite knew their attempt was futile. From what he had seen, the human’s strength was better than the Jythoan’s, but there was no way they could move the enormous metal scrap.

As he again closed his optical slits and began praying, he felt the metal shift. This could not be, he must be imagining it.

“Higher, Chris!” Human Ann said.

“When it’s up far enough, reach under and grab him. I think I can hold it up long enough” Human Chris conferred.

“On three. One, two, three.”

At that moment, the metal lifted and Human Ann quickly grasped Narrynite by the tentacle and pulled him to safety.

Narrynite thought he must be hallucinating, and if he wasn’t, the truth was much more bizarre. There was no physical way that two humans could move something that was several tons.

“Oh thank god” Human Ann sighed.

“Human Ann. I don't…” Narrynite trailed off.

“I’ll go see if there’s any other survivors, you call for help” Human Chris said to Human Ann, helping her to her feet.

A few days later, Narrynite was being briefed on the accident by his captains. He was usually very attentive, but he found himself unable to think about anything other than the strength of the humans. Once the briefing was over, he went to find Human Chris and Human Ann.

“Human Chris, Human Ann. I would like to thank you for saving my life. You must be a superior breed of human in order to have lifted the metal and to survive with a missing limb. I am grateful that someone of your excellence had chosen to be in my unit.”

The humans looked at each other with what the humans called a “smile” on their face.

“Commander, though we appreciate the compliment, we are just regular humans. The reason that we could lift the piece of the ship was because of adrenaline. It’s kind of complicated, but basically it’s a survival thing,” Human Chris said casually.

“As for the missing leg, humans can survive with many parts of their body gone. Some are accidents, some are purposeful.” Human Ann assured.

Narrynite was dumbfounded. This was incredible. No other species he’d come across was so adapted to survive. As far as he was concerned, this changed everything.

From then on Narrynite became an avid proponent of human integration. He traveled the galaxy spreading the amazing facts about the humans, with Human Chris and Human Ann as his lieutenants.


Northern Irish police raided pro-choice activists’ homes on International Women’s Day

  • A Northern Irish politician has informed the Independent of multiple police raids that took place in the homes and workplaces of pro-abortion rights activists on International Women’s Day.
  • According to the outlet, Belfast, Northern Ireland, authorities carried out the raids in search of abortion pills, which are illegal as abortion itself is illegal in Northern Ireland except under circumstances where the mother’s life or wellbeing is at risk.
  • And that the searches took place on International Women’s Day was no accident, the Independent reported: Police purposely conducted the raids when they knew many feminist activists would be otherwise occupied at rallies and protests. Read more (3/13/17 12:50 PM)

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for papa saeran

Let’s see~


  • The words “I’m pregnant” are something he takes a looooot of time to proceed with. He never even though about being a parent. Damn, he literally forgot that you may get pregnant if you have sex! 
  • So you’re pregnant. You’re gonna give a birth. To a child. Your child. His child. He’s gonna have a child. Which means. Which means? Means he’s gonna be- … FUCK HE’S GONNA BE A FATH- *faints*
  • He’s in shock. He doesn’t know what to say. His thoughts are racing, like, is it real? Is he gonna be a father? He’s going to be a PARENT. An actual parent. He’ll have to take care of a child. Of a human being. A little, weak human being. He’ll need to protect it. He already has to. He had to protect you before, and now… Now a little child? Will he manage to do that? What if he hurts it? By accident? Or on purpose…? What is he turns out to be like his mother? He doesn’t want to be like this, he’s scared. This child doesn’t deserve this damn excuse of a father-
  • “Saeran. It’ll be okay. You’ll do well. You’re a strong and good person. I believe in you.”
  • Well that’s great because even he doesn’t believe in himself at this point
  • Your words give him a lot of motivation. He trusts you. He still panics, but he wants to do his best. If you say he’ll manage, then there’s no way it’ll be different.
  • During your pregnacy, he’s clearly overprotective. He doesn’t really know how to take care of you, so he just does what he can. He’ll never let you carry heavy things, you won’t even have to go out of the bed. Secretly, he’ll search into all the articles about how he should behave. He’ll try to awkwardly ask Jaehee about it, but no one else. He’ll never listen to his brother nor any other man in the group. If there’s anyone he feels okay with asking for advice, it’s Jaehee.
  • He decides to actually find a job, which is a bit awkward at first. He wants to be as independ as he can and he really thinks that living on your own - like, without Saeyoung around - is a good idea. He wants to start over, find his own way. Make his family safe, because for the first time in his life he actually feels like he has a place he belongs in. He wants to work to make it better.
  • He has a thing for hand-made furniture. He really wants to make a bed for his child and Saeyoung - who secretly watched his search history all along - offers his help. However, they’re both bad at it. But they try. And they learn quickly. So after long time of struggling, they manage to make the damn bed. It looks weird and creaks every time you touch it, but it’s filled with their love~
  • When the time comes, he’s the most nervous being you’d imagine. You literally have to calm him down or he’ll either break something or hurt himself. He tries to be as supportive as possible, but it’s just too much for him. Eventually, Saeyoung has to take him out of the room because he’s yelling at the nurses and it’s clearly not good for you. He’s literally more scared/nervous/emotional than you. Don’t blame him, he’s never gone through this before (?)
  • This little thing… It’s crying, it’s loud… It’s vulnerable… and it caused a lot of pain to you…. He cannot help but stare at the child, just not believing that it’s… it’s actually his child.
  • He’s hyper. Secretly still scared, but happy. Is with you 24/7, literally crushing you two with affection. And he cannot help but compare this little being to the both of you. The hair, the eyes… everything is so similar. How is it even possible? This little human is like a mix of the both of you. It’s as if you two were one person he kinda freaks out at the thought
  • Saeran doesn’t really know how to take care of a little human, but his common sense tells him to keep it away from Saeyoung. Saeyoung is not happy because he wants to play with his nephew/niece. Everyone recalls the photo of Saeyoung “playing” with another little being (Elly). Vanderwood tases Saeyoung and ties him to a chair. Everyone sighs with relief.
  • But seriously, Saeran has no idea what to do. But he listens to everything you say, not being afraid of asking someone else for help as well. His pride means nothing when it comes to you two. He’s careful like the kid is literally made of glass. He quickly remembers what to do and when, but his skills aren’t great to be honest. Putting clothes on the little human is probably the worst. Vanderwood turns out to be quite useful these times. 
  • The kid is probably a bit afraid of him, which makes him panic. Literally, when the child will start to cry, Saeran starts to cry too. Congratulations. You have two panicking kids now. The little one is probably easier to calm down though -_-
  • Every time Saeran does something wrong, he thinks of it for a few days or even longer, filled with regrets even if it was something trivial. He really wants to be a good father, but something inside his head keeps telling him that he’ll be just like his mother. He cannot forgive himself being vulnerable in moments like this. Every time you have to do something because he can’t, he’s already tearing up.
  • So many sleepless nights. Even when it’s your turn to take care of the child or if you let someone else take it for a while, he’s never been so stressed in his whole life. He’s scared of telling you how much it pressures him so he ends up crying alone, as far from everyone as possible. He knows how much you’re going through too so he doesn’t want to add any more troubles. But it’s more than obvious that he’s just not okay at these moments and you’ll, sooner or later, make him talk to you about it.
  • And he really needed this talk. You had to reassure him a lot until he finally calmed down, and you both ended up crying. But in the end, he understood that it’s okay to make mistakes and that you’re here to help him out just like he’s always been here to help you when you needed this.
  • He still does his best. Still makes a lot of mistakes. Just like you do. But you’re never alone and that’s what makes it just simple. It’s still not easy, but you know it’ll be okay.
  • At some point though, he knows everything better than you. He’s surprisingly good at those weird recipes. He knows how to make the kid actually eat its food. He’s patient and quite stubborn, but that’s clearly what your child needs. As soon as he feels more confident in what to do, he makes you rest more since you get tired faster than he does. He can go on for a week without a coffee. But please, make him stop. It’s not healthy.
  • As the child grows up, it’s more attached to Saeran than you. They’re so similar to be honest! Two quiet beings not letting go of each other even for a second. They’ll take naps together, and the day when the Little Version™ is introduced to ice cream will be probably the happiest moment of your lives.
  • Saeran loves to go to various places with thte kid: zoo, aquarium, theatres… He’s never experienced it as a child and even though he wants to give everything he can to his kid, he’ll secretly enjoy it just as if he was the baby here. Please, let him try the cotton candy, whatever it is, it looks like clouds and it’s sweet. He wants it. O-oh, yeah, buy one for the kid too.
  • He feels weird when he has to leave the kid in a school. When the time comes, they’re both just as nervous. Though even if the little one gets over it fairly quickly, you spend the whole day reassuring Saeran that no nothing will eat it there’s no monsters in the school and no the teachers aren’t a part of some cult dammit honey-
  • You actually start to wonder because you’re pretty sure some of your old teachers praised Satan, but that’s a completely different story
  • He’s this kind of parent who will try to not be nosy, but the way he glances at his kid until they spare him some information about what’s up is more than obvious. He’ll try not to ask too many questions, but he won’t feel at ease until he actually hears from them.
  • Incredibly sensitive to any mood changes. Will try to convince the kid to talk to him, but never force them. Wants them to know it’s okay to ask for help, because he himself also needed this lesson a while ago. 
  • Wants the kid to be independent, but cannot refuse if they ask him for help, even if it’s something trivial. If the child is in danger/need/anything, he’ll literally drop everything and run to the rescue.
  • He knows how to cook. Go aside, MC, you’re gonna ruin his ravioli. In this house we eat only homemade food. No chips, no soda, it’s unhealthy don’t be like Saeyoung please. Ice cream? Ice cream is very healthy, fuck off.
  • No, uncle Saeyoung won’t visit us today. Please don’t say this name ever again. Stay away from him. It’s so-called bad influence.
  • No, we’re not gonna get a pup- *the kid shows him a very cute puppy and makes a face even cuter than the puppy’s* …Ooo… kaay… Leeeet… *still not convinced* …it be a puuuuppy…
  • Can’t get over the growing up process. W-wait what do you mean you… you date?! You cannot date! You’re too young for dating!
  • “Dad, I’m 18.”
  • It’s been so little just a while ago… why is it… why is it moving out now?! Why?! It’s been here always! What is he gonna do now?! Why is it leaving?!
  • “MC, we need a second child.”

“That was really inconsiderate of you, Harry.” Y/N responds instead of answering his question.

“No it wasn’t.” Harry argues, glaring at Y/N. He takes a step forward, bringing himself closer to Y/N down the narrow hallway. “I was just doing my job.”

“You didn’t have to do it like that, not in front of me and in such detail.” Y/N fights with Harry far too often, or used to at least. It’s silly, because he always seems to win.

“In such detail?” Harry repeats, scoffing at her accusation. “If I was going to go into such detail,” he lowers his voice and takes another, gradual step forward, until their chests are brushing intimately, “I would’ve told him that, no matter how much you writhe in that thing, you’re never going to get any sort of friction. I could’ve told him that you’ve never had an 

orgasm, and that the most action you’ve ever received is having my hand against your bum.” Harry leans his face in close to Y/N’s, smirking. “Y/N, I was very considerate in filtering these things out. You should be thanking me.”

or, Y/N’s the Princess of England who is designated to wear a chastity belt to preserve her purity at all times. Yet, her feelings toward her head of security, Harry, are everything but pure.

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