aunt abby

Bring Your Dad To School Day

Requested by @yourtropegirlWhat about Tony doing a parents day at his kids school where he goes and talks about his job?

Title : Bring your dad to school day

Pairing : Reader x Tony ; Daughter x Dad Tony

POV : Third person

Word Count : 775

Originally posted by spaceemonkeyyxd

Anthony Dinozzo Jr was a man who prided himself of many things : the fact that he was great at his job, his looks, his innate ability to have a movie quote for every single situation. 

He also like to think he was cool, regardless of his age.He loved showing it off, especially in front of his daughter every way he could. Telling her stories of chasing down bad guys, picking her up in the ‘fancy’ car as Y/n called it and making sure he was the favorite parent, no matter what the consequences.

Which is why after 35 turns of rock paper scissors and a detailed debate, he was sat in a small plastic chair with 5 other parents at the back of his daughter’s class. 

He smugly looked around the room : firefighters, librarians, accountants. 

Ha, he was winning this bring your parents to work day for sure.

Keep reading


“Stop taking pictures of me, Bonnie. You’re supposed to be helping me find this damn spell.”

“But you look so pretty.” The flash of her camera went off taking a picture of Abbie Mills with a not so happy look on her face.

“Quit it, Bennett.”

“Bennett-Mikaelson and no.” Bonnie zoomed in more on Abbie’s face then took another picture seeing a little twitch pulling on her lips. “Give me a smile.”

“I hate you.”

“You adore me.”

“You’re such a brat.”

“So.” There was no reason to deny it. Bonnie only acted this way with Abbie and Abbie knew it. “Come on, Abs. Smile, please. You look so pretty when you smile. Teeth glowing and all.”

“I don’t know how Klaus deal with you.”

“I don’t know how Ichabod deal with you.” Bonnie batted back. “So serious all the time. You need to relax.”

“You need to shut up and stick your face back in one of those grimoires so we can defeat this demon.”

The witch shook her head. “I feel so bad for my niece and nephew. Having a drill sergeant for a mother is going to be hard on them.”

“FBI Agent actually.”

“My poor babies.”

Abbie rolled her eyes as she rubs her flat belly with her little ones floating around. “Leave my twins out of this. I still haven’t forgiven you for telling me I was having twins.”

“You’ll get over it. Plus, they’re mine too. I’m the aunt and God Mother.”

“Don’t remind me.” Abbie muttered to herself as she flip through the tattered pages of an old grimoire.

“You’re such a witch.”

“Witness. You’re the only witch in here.”

“Could you please smile for me please. All the pictures I have of you, you look mean.”

“I’m not smiling so all these little dust flurries can attach to my teeth and fly into my mouth. I know you see them through that camera. All these spirits flying around.” Abbie steeled herself from grinning when she heard Bonnie snort. “And I don’t look mean. I’m just serious.”

“You looked irritated in all of them.”

“That’s because you were irritating me in all of them.”

Bonnie shook her head. “So rude. How did we become friends again?”

“Because I punched Stephanie Cohen and her boogie eating brother for pulling your hair at recess.”

“Oooo I forgot about her. That wench. Mr. Wednesday had to call Grams after that incident.” Bonnie blew Abbie a kiss. “My hero.”

Abbie winked at her. “Always.” The happiness and warmth she felt in her chest disappeared after hearing a whirling sound of Bonnie’s camera lens zooming out making the mother to be cringe. “Bonnie…”

“Please, smile for me. Henrik, Lucas, and I are helping Aurora with her family tree poster she’s creating for school. I need some photos of you smiling so she won’t have to put Aunt Abby Cadabby being a green grouch on her project.”

Abbie stared crossly at her best friend utterly annoyed. Well, a bit amused but annoyed all the same. “I’m going to break your camera.”

Bonnie moved her face away from the camera to stare blankly at Abbie. “…”


“…I know you lying.”

Abbie burst out in laughter forgetting the irritating flash of the camera.

- Bonnie Bennett-Mikaelson being her inner fourteen year old brat self when she’s around her best friend is what I needed right now 😊

Very Special Agent: Papa DiNozzo (part 6)

*mood board by @theenchantedgalleryofstories*

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: kid related angst (lost/missing), balanced with lots of fluff

Word Count: 4,025

A/N: Alright here we go! The first annual DiNozzo family vacation, NCIS team included! It took me a bit to wokr out the plot, but I finally got into a great flow the past couple days! Feedback is immensely appreciated, so show me some love!!! Happy reading guys! 

Keep reading

‘Till death do us part

It starts like this.

Bellamy Blake is four years old when he meets Clarke Griffin. He’s only barely a bundle of dark curls and grinning cheek, and she’s even less, a tiny figure bathed in the gentle coos of the adults surrounding them.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What kind of parents do you think Kuki and Wally would be when they grow up?


Kuki is unconditionally loving, but also the stricter of the two. She has rules and punishments for breaking those rules and sticks to them. She’s fair, but firm, and tries to explain to the kids why the rules exist and why they got in trouble as best she can.

Wally is much more inconsistent. He tries to follow Kuki’s guidelines, but he’s wrapped around his kids’ fingers. They know that their dad will break with just a little push and a grounding can turn into a trip for ice cream in 3.2 seconds. Most of his and Kuki’s arguments stem from this dissimilarity

They’re both completely embarrassing at soccer games. They actually bring their own foam fingers and everything.

Kuki is the mom that records everything. She has to document every moment of the kids’ lives, from Villager #2 in the school play to farting in the bathtub. She says she’s compiling a slideshow for their future wedding rehearsals, but the kids know she’s joking (they hope).

Neither are very good to go to for advice or a deep talk. Wally ends up making stupid jokes and Kuki downplays everything. The kids have Aunt Abby for that, and everyone seems okay with it.

Wally worries about being a good dad. Not because his own father was lacking in any way (the kids love sitting on grandpa’s shoulders), but because he doubts his own ability to be completely responsible for another human life. When Kuki was first pregnant, he used to lie awake all night worrying.

Little did he know, Kuki was awake as well, agonizing over the same thing.

Wally is the best cook. Kuki does well enough when she tries, but she often overcooks things because she forgets about them or gets distracted with something else. There was a fire once, no casualties except for a few dishtowels. The kitchen is best left to Wally.

They share chores like groceries, dishes, and clothes-washing, but Kuki tends to go behind Wally’s work to re-organize, re-fold, or re-arrange. This, again, sparks arguments.

Kuki handles the bills. Do NOT let Wally touch the bills.

And, though you best keep it to yourself on pain of death, Wally absolutely loves holding the kids. Rocking them to sleep as babies, cradling them to his chest while Kuki bandages their knee, falling asleep with them on his lap; he’s a surprisingly cuddly dad.

Kuki is saving those snapshots for their 50th wedding anniversary.

(Kuki is the best at keeping secrets)

“Nik, come here.” She motioned her husband to come closer.

Klaus leaned over his wife’s shoulder staring at a picture of his daughter smiling brightly into the camera. “Is this from today?”

“Mhmmm…” With each swipe of Bonnie’s finger to see Aurora running in her favorite lavender dress. The next her and Abbie making fun faces. Next Aurora and Ichabod having milk mustaches. Each swipe there was an even sillier picture than the last. “Nik she’s having so much fun.” The witch threw her head back in laughter seeing her best friend and her husband’s legs fashionably in the air. “Aurora took this one.”

“Call her.”

Bonnie pressed the button to call her daughter. She picked up on the first ring.

“Did you see the pictures, mommy?”

“I did. I did. They were so good, Sweet Pea.”

“Did you show daddy?”

“I did. He thought you were so silly.”

“Is daddy with you now?”

Bonnie held the phone up to Klaus after she put the phone on speaker. “Hell, sweetheart.”

“Did you see the silly pictures, daddy?”

“I did. Are you having fun with Abigail and Ichabod?”

“Yes! Abby Cadabby and Ichabod took me to breakfast and I had smiley face pancakes. Then Aunt Abbie took me shopping and I got pretty shoes and dresses. Then uncle Ichabod picked us up with Miss Jennie to go to the carnival. We got on the tea cup ride and Mary go round. Jenny brought me cotton candy too!”

“I’m so happy you’re having so much fun, baby.” Bonnie smiled into the phone. “I miss you.”

Aurora giggled. “I only been gone a day, mommy.”

“A day is too long.”

“Way too long.” Klaus added. “We’re going to pick you up tomorrow night when Ichabod and Abigail come to New Orleans.”

“Okay….I got to go now. Bye mommy! Bye daddy!”

“Wait! Make sure you stay with Aunt Abby Cadabby and Uncle Ichabod!”

“Don’t eat too many sweets.” Klaus added.

“Bring me back something from the carnival, Rori!” Lucas yelled from upstairs.

“And make sure to tell Uncle Ichabod not to forget to bring the Lord of Flies book with him to New Orleans!” Henrik called after.

“Henrik you are not reading that book!”

“But ma!”

“No.” Both their parents shout to the ceiling.


Bonnie shook his head at Klaus. “What is wrong with your child?”

“Our child.”

Bonnie waved at her husband muttering he was his. “Okay honey, bye bye. Keep your tissues with you. Oh and make sure you take your medicine to keep your head from hurting. Be good and have fun, Sweet Pea. I miss you!”

“Love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye mommy! Bye daddy!” Aurora then hung up the phone.

Bonnie stared up at her husband, lips poked out. “I miss her.”

Klaus kissed the tip of her nose. “She’ll be back with us tomorrow, love.”

“This is the first time she ever left New Orleans, Nik. She never been so far away from us for so long.”

“She’s fine.” Klaus kissed Bonnie’s lips. “She’ll -”

“I know, I know. She’ll be with us tomorrow.” Bonnie narrowed her eyes at the Original. “Why are you so calm? I would think you would be having a conniption.”

“I already had one.”

Bonnie arched her brow. “And you probably called her already.”

“Five times, yes.”

“We have serious issues.”

Klaus leaned down to kiss her lips. “Yes we do.”


I don’t claim to know everything. I don’t claim to know much, but this is what I know:

1. Let life happen. When you’ve been crying for a week because your ex is an asshole and you don’t want to see people ever again and you get a call from a friend of a friend asking if you want to go to a party, go. When it’s 2 am and your best friend calls craving pancakes, get out of bed and go. Diners don’t care if you’re wearing pajamas.

2. Moderation is key. Relationships are about compromises, but I swear to god, no matter how in love you think you are, don’t give up too much. Diet books will tell you to avoid chocolate cake like its the devil, but I’ve lived for 84 years and I promise that one piece won’t kill you and the devil’s not as bad as you’d think. Drugs, and I’m talking whatever it is you can think of, all require moderation. Don’t take a line a day. Smoke only when you need it. Never get too involved to walk away.

3. Remember to take care of yourself. Some days that involves drinking 8 glasses of water and eating salads and doing yoga before sunrise. Sometimes that’s drinking a bottle of vodka and emptying a pack of cigarettes. There’s going to be times when the best thing for you is to lay in bed and eat ice cream and cry on the shower floor until your tears run dry. Listen to what your body says. Understand what you need.

And, darling, always remember above everything else that I love you.

—  my aunt abby moved 3 years ago. we write each other every week. this was in this week’s letter.

“Hey…” Abigail licked her lips nervously before speaking again. “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you’re busy and everything -”

“Abigail…” The person interrupted her rambling, worry coating their voice. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

The Witness blinked back tears pushing down the swimming emotions due to bubble over since her plane landed. She couldn’t keep it together. How could she? The Grace woman was all over the place. Her mind was scrambled and her hands were shaking. She couldn’t come to terms that everything was ripped from her within a second.

“Everything happened so fast…” Abbie took a shaky breath. Images of a dark tomb filled her mind. She remembered everything. The eerie cold clawing at her skin. The suffocating smog of sulfur in the air. The smell of death lingering on her clothes. “It just came at us.” A lone tear slid down her cheek. “It climbed on the walls and knocked me down. I tried to reach for my gun.” More tears fell, shoulders shaking up and down as the guilt began to swallow her whole. “I tried so hard.”

“Abbie…calm down and breathe mama.” The voice called out to her steadily, but underneath the calm was an uncontrollable fear and hurt for their friend. When she heard her take a breath, they spoke again. “Now, tell me what happened.”

“They took him, Bonnie.” Abbie took another breath but it only came back out as a sob. “They took Ichabod and it’s all my fault.”


“There are some new demons at play. Nasty big guys called the Frays. They’re causing havoc laying some sort of dark aura in particular spots to open up a portal for everything and anything to crawl out of the underworld. Jenny, my dad, Ichabod, and I have been killing the minions to keep the portal closed. We had some help along the way,” Abby pointed out thinking about the Winchester brothers. “But we were getting it done.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“A demon possessed Jenny and made her stole an artifact we dug some time ago. Some medallion we thought could be a power source that could jump start bringing one of the four horsemen to the living. The demon led us to some underground tomb under the Smithsonian Institute in DC. When we got there, Jenny was lying unconsciously on the ground with a medallion still in her hand.”

“It was a trap.”

Abigail nodded her even though Bonnie couldn’t see it. “It was the Frays. They lead us down there to trap us. The medallion wasn’t meant to wake up one of the four horsemen. It was meant to wake up something else and it got us and took Ichabod.”

Bonnie’s eyebrow pinched in confusion. “What I don’t understand is how do you think this is your fault, Abbie? You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. You didn’t know it was a trap.”

“No, but Ichabod did.” Abigail hand clutched tighter around her cellphone. “He told me this was trap that we should think this through. He knew something was off and tried to tell me.” She shook her head as she stared down at her white gold wedding band. “I refused to listen and went about it my own way. I didn’t care what he had to say. I just knew I couldn’t lose Jenny. I lost her so many times before…”

“Go on…”

“Ichabod wanted me to stay home and give him time to think up a plan. I didn’t want to hear it.” Abbie wiped away the dampness on her burning cheeks. “I left on my own, he followed.”

“Abbie, the baby.”

“I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking.” Her hand instinctively went to her belly. “I wasn’t thinking about the baby or Ichabod. I just left…” Abigail watched droplet of tears fall on her hand. “Bonnie…” More tears fell. “I need him back.” A sob broke from her lips thinking of her husband’s bloody face as the demon dragged her husband away in the darkness. “I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where to start. Jenny in still unconscious…” The Witness wrapped her arm around her middle desperately trying to hold herself together. “I don’t have anyone else.”

Silence stretched over the phone. “Hello…Bonnie, are you still there?” Abbie pulled the phone away from ear checking to see if she lost connection. See she hadn’t, she called out to her childhood friend again but no answer.

Frustrated and irritated with the damn thing and with herself, she threw her phone down beside her. Abigail buried her face in her hands clutching at the root of her hair as her guilt ate away at her. She never felt so alone than she felt right now. She could deal with many things and she has…but not this. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing Ichabod now. Not when they came so far. Not when they were finally together. Not when their baby was growing inside her. This was not how the new year supposed to start.

“Stop that.” Abigail lift her head from her hands seeing none other than the Mother of New Orleans in the flesh. “Stop guilt tripping yourself. After fourteen years you would think you’d grow out of that.”

Abbie snorted but her tears never ceased. “Sorry to disappoint you, hun. Hard habit to crack.”

Bonnie sucked her teeth as she leaned forward to wipe her friend’s tears with her hands. “Geez, I bet you still feel bad about losing Mrs. Cuddles.”

“It keep me up at night.” The witness gave a watery smile. “She was all alone in the library with mean ol’ Mrs. Whistler.”

“Eh,” She shrugged. “Mrs. Cuddles is a tough bear. She could handle the crabby Liberian any day of the week. Besides,“ Bonnie playfully tapped Abbie’s nose. “You’ll make it up to me I’m sure.” She then leaned upward to kiss the top of Abigail’s head, wrapping her arm protectively around her.

Warmth spread throughout Abbie’s find letting her feel a tingling sensation to the top of her head to the soles of her feet. “Bonnie?”

“Hush. I’m protecting my baby niece and nephew.”

Abigail pulled away, eyes wild and pupil blown. “Niece a-and nephew?” She stuttered dumbly. “Bonnie…I’m having twi -”

“Never mind that. We have to save my brother-in-law. You,” She pointed at Abigail. “Drive to the armoury or whatever you call that place with your weird artifacts and dusty books. I need to make a call.” Bonnie said while taking out her phone to send a quick text.

Abbie stared at Bonnie for another moment before she turned on the ignition. Her shaky hands moved to grab the steering wheel but another hand stopped hers. Abigail glared at the hand then at its owner.

A comforting smile pulled at the Bennett-Mikaelson witch’s lips. “We’ll get him back, Abs. I promise.”

A lone tear fell down Abbie’s cheek. “Pinky promise?” It was meant as joke but it didn’t come out that way. The Witness was terrified. She never felt this scared in a long while. Not since her mother locked her and Jenny in the car with her to die. She needed to know that Bonnie had her back, because she really couldn’t do this on her own. She needed her best friend. She needed hope.

Bonnie saw the fright and tiredness on her friend’s face. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but she knew she would do anything for Abbie. She would tear open every plane in existence. Clear every darkness. Shake and turn the supernatural world upside down to find Ichabod. She would go beyond to help Abbie and her unborn niece and nephew. She would do this because she’d do anything for her best friend and she knew Abbie would do the same for her.

“Pinky promise.”

Abigail swallowed the thickness in her throat unable to speak. Instead she nodded her head and began to drive down the open road.

Bonnie sent three more text then went to her contacts to make her call.

“Who are you calling?” Abbie flitted her eyes to her friend’s phone then back at the road.

“A friend who could help our cause.” Bonnie answered as she waited for the other person to pick up. “Do you have the medallion on you?”

“Yeah. It’s in the trunk.”

Bonnie nodded. “Good.”

They finally answered. “Bonnie Bennett, why are you calling me?”

“Excuse me Rosalee Calvert, it’s Bennett-Mikaelson. Why is that so hard to say?”

“It’s not. I just choose not to acknowledge that rabid dog.”

“That’s my husband you’re insulting, Roe. Be nice.”

“Ugh! I can’t believe you married that creep. I don’t know what you see in him. The only good that came out of marrying him was my adorable babies.”

“Well, you took Monroe from me, so I had to make due what I had. I could’ve had adorable babies with him, you know.”

The woman laughed heartily on the other line. “Please don’t say that in front of him. He would never let me hear the end of it. Now,” Rosalee started, hilarity drained from her voice. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come to Sleepy Hollow.”


“Like yesterday.” Bonnie heard chime on her phone letting her know she gotten a text. She read it quickly then got back on the phone. “In fact, I have someone to pick you up.”

“Who?” Then a pop and loud yelp came through the phone. “Damn it! You can’t just make people pop in here without notice, Bonnie!”

“Sorry, but can you help, Roe? I need your spice expertise.”

“Cute. And yes, I’ll help. Of course. Do you need anything from the shop?”

“My sister will fill you in. When you’re ready, she’ll take you where to meet us.”


“Thanks Roe. I owe you one.”

“Stop that, Bennett. I’ll tell Nick and the gang you said hello before we pop out of here.” Rosalee hung up with Bonnie to be in the company of Freya Mikaelson.

Bonnie answered a few more text messages. “I have a few more friends on their way to help us out.”

“Bonnie, I -”

“Forget it, Mills. They’re already there. I told them about Ichabod and the Frays and they’re willing to help anyway they can. I just need you to tell us everything about that thing that took Ichabod and everything you know about the Frays. We’re wrapping this mess up quickly without fail. Aurora has ballet at noon tomorrow leaving us less than twenty four hours to get this handled. I’m not missing my Sweet Peas’ first recital and Aunt Abbie Cadabby and Uncle Ichabod is not missing it either. You promised.”

Abbie remained silent for a moment taking in everything her best friend was saying to her. She turned back to the road before entering into Sleepy Hollow. “Who’s coming?”

“The usual. Mom, Davina, Freya, Lucy and her annoying vamper girlfriend.”

“Pause! Katherine?” Abbie yelled out incredulously. “Katherine is coming to help me? She hates me!”

“One,” Bonnie put up her index finger. “She’s not helping you perse. She’s helping me. Me, she likes.” Abigail scoffed at that. “Two,” Bonnie put up two fingers. “She doesn’t hate you, you know, hate you. She just a bit sour about the fact Lucy had…have a crush on you. Nothing major.”

“Yeah, nothing major. Like it was nothing major when she unexpectedly pop out of the floorboards trying to rip my throat out the last time I visited you.”

“She did not pop out of the floorboards.” Bonnie snickered.

“She sneaked attacked me!”

“I got zapped her off you. You’re alive and well. Lucy chewed her out when she got home to her and James.”

“God.” Abbie shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t imagine being in a relationship with her. A polynomial relationship at that.”

“Bless James and Lucy’s heart. It works for them as crazy as they all are. As long as Luce is alive and happy, I will not complain…much.” Bonnie smiled at Abigail. “It’s going to be fine, Abs. We’re going to get Ichabod back.”

“I know.” Abbie let go one hand off the steering wheel to grasps Bonnie’s in hers. “I know we will, Bon.” This time, the Witness believed it. She knew she would get her husband back and she was going to kill every demon that got in her way. “Soon, we’ll be at the archives, not armoury,” Bonnie rolled her eyes muttering whatever. “With six other vicious women planning to take action to get my husband back and destroy the Frays once and for all.” Abbie chuckled. “I almost think we need a codename. Avengers assemble and all that.”

Magic crackled over Bonnie’s skin as she felt her excitement for a fight brew. “The Vicious Female Eight has a nice ring to it.”

A sinister grin spread across the Witness’ face. “You know…I really like the sound of that.”

For @bluemagicrose

Originally posted by tiaraloveskrisandlupita

‘Kat,’ Abby called, strolling in her direction. 'Tell me about your boyfriend.’
'Well…I don’t know that he’s my boyfriend. I mean…he’s a boy. And he’s my friend. And there’s recently been the addition of kissing. But does that make us friends with benefits or–’
'Kat,’ Abby snapped.