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Anders + Looking at Hawke

“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary : Damian is the victim of racism, Batmom steps in to kick some asses.

Just something that popped into my mind one night, after a day of heated argument defending some of my “people of color” friends, like some things get me instantly mad…so I had to write about it and hum…hope you’ll like it

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You didn’t mean to say it on live TV like that…but…The nerves of those people ! 

It was common knowledge that you didn’t particularly held journalists in your heart. 

Some would say it was because any form of media in Gotham was OBSESSED with your family, and you hated the attention you all constantly got. 

If you cut your hair, it’d be in the paper, if your sons were spotted hanging out in town, it’d be in the paper, if you and Bruce did something, it’d be in the paper…with ridiculous titles too : “The heir of the Wayne fortune are turning into delinquents !” when all they did was skateboarding around town. “Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne about to divorce ?” just because Bruce arrived later than you at a gala…So stupid. 

Yes, some would say it was because they constantly tried to find a scandal about your family but others…like your husband, would say it was because he used to date a few of those journalists women. And yeah, it was true he did “date” some of those women but, this wasn’t why you disliked journalists. 

And Bruce knew it, he’d just tease you with it sometimes to try and relax you because some douchebag wrote lies in the papers about your family…

You knew by marrying Bruce that it would be like that, that you’d always be the center of attention and honestly, when it was just about you ? Or even Bruce ? It was alright. Both of you could handle it. 

But when it touched your children ? Oh no. No. And no. 

And so, tonight, as someone made a comment about your youngest son..you kinda lost it. And you could already see the title of every articles and such that’ll come out the next day : 

“(Y/N) Wayne loses it on live TV”

But this was too much. Your boy already struggled with this at school, he didn’t need it everywhere else…How did they even hear about it anyway ? 

Uh…Who were you kidding ? They were journalists, of course they would have heard about your little outburst at Gotham Academy…

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Okay but if I wasn’t convinced that Even was Sana’s mirror before I sure am now. 

Last season as you would recall it was Even who stepped back from Isak. He pulled away because he decided him and Isak couldn’t work. That their situation was too impossible…that Isak deserved better. 

It got to the point where Isak didn’t even expect an answer or a single sign from Even that he wanted him back. Even pulled away so much that it was truly ambiguous as to what his true intentions were with Isak, making him (and us because that was goddamn awful) go through an emotional rollercoaster. 

He distanced himself from Isak which left Isak heartbroken and confused as he kept trying to reach out and hold onto everything that they had together. 

But Even kept pulling away, and us along with Isak felt sad and couldn’t understand why. 

But now Sana is doing the exact same thing. 

She is pushing Yousef away despite her feelings for him, just like Even. She is conflicted between everything she feels and everything she has always believed in. As a result she is taking things in her own hands and ignoring Yousef and pushing him away just like Even dealt with his conflict of wanting to be with Isak but also believing he didn’t deserve him. 

They react the exact same way. And through Sana we are already understanding Even a little better. 

Just like Even is going to help Sana understand herself a little better. 

because he is her mirror. 

I actually truly love this so much because last season we felt Isak’s entire heartbreak and confusion over Even constantly leaving him hanging as he desperately tried to get some kind of sign that Even felt it too…that it wasn’t just in his head. 

And now with Sana we are learning what it feels like to be the person who pulls away. Who does the heartbreaking and breaks themselves not because they want to push away the one they care about but because they feel like they have to. It’s incredible because Julie uses skam to make us all understand one another and to never make assumptions based on anothers behaviour…

because it’s not until you are inside their shoes do you truly see how it feels to be on that side of the story….and that for them it’s not as simple as it may seem. 

Julie gives us the chance to perceive and feel every part of the story and understand both sides….so we know what it’s like to be the one left waiting for an answer…waiting for a sign that everything is okay….and also the one to leave them waiting, the one who leaves completely. 

We officially get to feel it all

damn this show is amazing. 

sometimes i get emo about tarjei because what a talented boy but also? you have to be really open minded and sensitive and mature and compassionate to not only take on a role like isak’s but also bring it to life the way he did and it’s truly special to see a teenage boy with pretty much no experience achieve that? and like, we don’t KNOW the guy which is good and please pleaseeee let him stay a private person because that’s obviously what he wants but even with not knowing much about him, i allow myself to assume that he’s a really good person and a talented person because of the work he’s done on skam and i just!! i hope all his wishes come true and honestly it’d be lovely for him to have a long and successful career as an on-screen actor and for him to be known internationally for his talent but tbh if he wants a smaller career and if he wants to experiment some more with theatre or behind the scenes or anything really then that’s amazing too and i’m sure he’ll be fantastic at it and i just hope he gets to keep doing what he loves because i think he truly truly deserves it 

Dear Jensen Ackles,

since it is your 39th birthday today. I not only hope you’ll spend a wonderful day with your loved ones and are able to enjoy a tasty birthday cake, but also wanted to use that opportunity to thank you.

Thank you for giving us Dean Winchester. For making him such a well rounded and real feeling character with edges and flaws.

Thank you for putting so much emotion into your performance and managing to move us with just a lip quiver, a certain look in your eyes or one silent tear.

Thank you for being able to convey so much with so little and sometimes achieve the most impact that way. Not with grand gestures but with small but important moves.

Thank you for being true to yourself, for not letting any kind of fame get to your head but remaining beautifully down to earth.

Thank you for being goofy and not taking yourself too seriously, for knowing how to make fun and laugh about yourself.

Thank you for sharing tiny bits of your daily and family life with us here and there - it’s by no means something anyone should take for granted or see as a given or something to be expected. Thank you for that, it’s a sign of trust you have in the fandom and I hope many people will treat it as such - a gift and as something special.

Thank you for doing conventions. For sharing your views and headcanons on the show and Dean Winchester as a character in panels or meet greets.

Thank you for managing to make everyone feel welcome when taking a picture with you and trying to lessen the tension and nervousness.

Thank you for hugs, for funny stories and for your voice. Thank you for being able to embrace standing on stage and singing for and with us and enjoying it! Just between us: You’re doing one hell of a job! And we appreciate it so so much! Thank you for letting us have a good time together!

THANK YOU!

Happy birthday, Mr. Jensen Ackles. If I could I’d hand over an Emmy for you as a birthday present, because you would have deserved to get one for your acting a few times by now. So Mr. Ackles, have a wonderful and hopefully sunny day, have a slice of pie for your “alter ego” Dean Winchester too. He has had way too little time to devour some himself lately! Keep up your good work and stay true to yourself!

I and many others sure love you for exactly who your are!

Happy Birthday!!! *throws confetti*

Let’s talk about Jumin’s Route

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GUYS I had to get this out okay 

I gotta rant about Jumin’s route, and no it’s not about the possessiveness or anything like that, I’m not gonna talk about that because there’s been enough posts about that part of the route. This is about the way everyone else acts in his route.

So, let’s just get one thing out of the way first.
Everyone in this game has been a prick before in one way or another. Jumin has been a douche, Zen has been an asshole, Jaehee has been a bitch, Yoosung has been a little shit, Seven’s been a fuckwad, Rika’s been a snake *overused I know but I’m runnin out of words here* V’s been a dickwagon, Unknown’s been a cockwrangler, Vanderwood has been a bumbling tittysprinkle, and even YOU have plenty of opportunities to be, not only a two-timing hoe, but also a raging titmunch. 

EVERYONE HAS HAD THEIR FAIR SHARE OF DICKERY SO LET’S JUST GET THAT STRAIGHT.

But one thing that bothered me so much in Jumin’s route when I played it, to the point where I couldn’t even read some of the chats because I was so pissed, was how utterly disrespectful everyone is to him at every chance they get. 

As I said, Jumin’s had his moments like they all have, but every single one of the other members was a complete and total asshole to him in almost every chat. They were either being straight up rude or they were making fun of him in some way. (There’s joking and then there’s “joking is the excuse” or “I don’t know when to stop”) Now, I’m a fan of Jumin, love him to death, but, that’s not solely why this pissed me off. It’s probably one of the smallest reasons. I don’t want to type this from a biased point of view because that wouldn’t be fair, so I’m not going to.

You would think, Jumin being older, they would, at the very least, respect him somewhat. But they hardly even do that much. At every single turn they always had something mean to say about him and it had my blood boiling before I even got that far into his route. I absolutely adore Zen to bits too but eventually I was even getting livid with him because it was just too damn much. I had done the other routes by then so his and Jumin’s constant bickering was what I was used to, but even still, this was too much.
There’s a line that they needed to draw and none of them were mature enough to draw that line sometimes and I just felt bad for Jumin. I found myself wishing I could type whatever I wanted quite a few times.  
You can be the roughest, toughest person out there but if you’re constantly being ridiculed for almost everything you say and do, it’s gonna get to you eventually.
Sometimes, did Jumin say some mean ass shit that deserved a snappy comeback and some scolding? Hell yeah. He’s done it in other routes too and I’m not at all saying he’s perfect because we all know that he isn’t. 

But they did not give him a break, man. It’s one thing to not understand someone but to be that mean is just completely unnecessary and throughout his route I wanted to bitch-slap everyone at one point or another regardless of how much I love them.

I don’t know, his and Zen’s routes hold special places in my heart (and if this is V’s route that’s coming, which I’m 99% sure it is, I know damn well it’s gonna hold one too) but there were times where I couldn’t even enjoy Jumin’s route because of how mad I was about the disrespect he was getting from everyone else. 

Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

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You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

Can’t Remember to Forget You | vii

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, death

A/N: you’re all gonna hate me, so feel free to yell at me after you read this || crtfy masterlist


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Clary is out here trying to salvage the little bit left of her messed up family after her mother died and Kat is killing it, acting-wise.

Sebastian is out here trying to get some type of love (however creepy the feelings he’s having toward a girl that he knows is his sister) from his family and Will is killing it, acting-wise.

One Punch Man vol.14 featuring A-Class heroes Snek & Max !!!

Character development is when some asshole side character who bullied Saitama at the start of the series ends making it to a cover and totally deserving it because he’s a true hero now. Never too late to improve, guys!

“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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Perfect Family [Batsis]

@hoodminter requested: “Hello, I absolutely love your imagines. Could you do an imagine where you’re Bruce Wayne’s legitimate daughter and when you were younger you would always run up to him and give him a hug when he came back from patrol. as you got older, you grew tired of being his last priority so eventually you start cutting him out of your life and he doesn’t realise until he finds out from one of your brothers that you’re married and have a child”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1690

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A giggle left your lips when you were attacked by your child with a hug. “Woah there sweetie, wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now would you?” you teased, picking her up. “Now, how was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Awesome!” she exclaimed happily, waving to one of her newly-made friends along the way, “My teacher is really nice.”

“Really? He seems very nice.” you noted in agreement, “Did you get into trouble?” When your daughter shook her head, you were satisfied. You helped her into the car seat seat then drove off home.

“When is daddy coming home?” [D/N] asked curiously, clearly missing her father. You smiled at her through the rearview mirror.

“He’s coming home tonight honey.” Your smile widened when your daughter’s face lit up.

“Really?!” she gasped, moving excitedly in her seat.

“Really.” you confirmed with a nod, “That means we’ll have a big dinner to welcome him home.”

As soon as you reached your house, you allowed [D/N] to play while you worked on that dinner you told her your family would have. You made sure to make your husband’s favorite, knowing that he would be exhausted. The thought of seeing his face when he walked in the door made you grin to yourself.

The day flew by in a blink of an eye and you hadn’t notice until you heard the door open and close, followed by your daughter’s excited squeal and your husband’s voice which you missed so dearly.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!” [D/N] shouted which was accompanied by a series of loud steps and you knew that your husband was going to get tackled by a very active child.

“Hey [D/N], I missed you.” [H/N] said, giving your daughter kisses all over her face. “How was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Fun! I made friends.” she informed, “You should’ve been there.”

“I know honey, I know,” he said sadly, “but daddy had to work. I’m sorry, I tried to get home as soon as possible.” You heard your daughter ‘hmph’ but her resolve was never strong when it came to her dad.

“I know I can’t possibly make up for missing your first day, but… guess what I got you from Japan?” your husband asked cheekily.

“What? Daddy, what?!” [D/N] demanded. You finished setting up the dinner table and decided to finally go see your husband. You got there just in time to see him giving [D/N] a Snorlax plushie which made her ecstatic. You leaned against the doorframe and took a moment to take in the sight of your family.

Your small, perfect family.

You caught sight of your husband’s eyes and it was like a switch. Love, specially reserved for you, filled them in a heartbeat. “Excuse me princess,” he told your daughter, “but I think mommy deserves some kisses too.” You laughed as he slipped behind his daughter and quickly ran to you, planting a loving kiss on your lips when he made it.

“I missed you.” you whispered. As a humanitarian, your husband often flew to other countries for work. You knew he loved his work and you loved him for it, but he always rushed home because what he loved more than work was his family, especially his little girl.

“I miss you too love.” he responded, kissing your nose.

“Ewww.” [D/N] complained, making you laugh some more.

“Okay prince charming, dinner’s going to get cold.” you warned, ushering them into the dining room. You had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

“Were we… expecting a guest?” [H/N] inquired with a frown.

“No… we weren’t.” you murmured, getting up to see who it was. You opened the door cautiously and your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you.

“Dad?”

“[F/N]… it’s… been a while…” your father, the one and only Bruce Wayne, said with a slight smile.

“It has.” you agreed, but made no attempts to let him in. “It’s late, why are you here?”

Bruce glanced at his feet nervously before answering, “just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.”

“Love, who is it?” [H/N] called, walking into the hallway, but he froze when he saw you with your father. “Oh…” You turned around to glance at [H/N], flashing a gaze that plainly said ‘help me’ and you expected him to help you, but instead, your husband said, “we’re having dinner, why don’t you come in Mr Wayne?”

You sent your husband a look which he returned with that shit-eating smile that made you fall for him.

“Oh… will you be okay with that, [F/N]?” Bruce questioned, knowing fully well of your hostility. You kept staring at your husband, who was pleading for you to let your father in, when you sighed in defeat.

“Yeah,” you muttered reluctantly, “yeah I’m okay with it.”

You stepped aside and allowed your father into your home and your husband, being… your husband, greeted Bruce wholeheartedly.

“It’s an honor to meet you Mr Wayne, I’m [H/N]… [F/N]’s… uh… husband.” [H/N] extended his hand for a handshake which Bruce returned.

“Call me Bruce.” your father stated. [H/N] led Bruce into the dining room and you followed behind while also trying to muster up the courage to sit through a dinner with the father you hadn’t seen face-to-face in five years.

“Daddy, who’s that?” [D/N] asked, staring at Bruce. Your husband ruffled your daughter’s hair affectionately.

“That is your grandpa.” he answered.

“I thought I already had a grandpa.” she said, referring to your husband’s father.

“This is your other grandpa sweetie.” you said quietly. “Dad… this is [D/N], my daughter.”

And after you took a seat, the dinner began.


Your husband’s voice was faint from your position on the couch downstairs. As he was reading bedtime stories to your daughter, you sat in front of your father.

Bruce Wayne had changed over the years. You had always seen him in the media, in magazines and newspapers, but seeing him in person made you realize how much he had aged. He wasn’t young anymore yet he still had a certain strength to him.

“Your daughter looks just like you when you were her age.” he started, his eyes conveying his sadness and regret.

“I didn’t think you’d remember what I looked like.” you responded coldly. “You were always too busy.”

“I know,” Bruce admitted, “and I’m sorry.”

“You’re half a decade too late dad.” you said harshly. “When did you notice that I never visited, that I never called or even tried to communicate with you? When did you notice that I wasn’t there anymore? And when did you realize I had my own family?”

Bruce hesitated to answer which was already enough information for you. “I… Dick told me a month ago…”

You shook your head in disappointment. “And you didn’t even notice before that…”

“I’m sorry [F/N],” Bruce apologized, “I know I disappointed you.”

“Yeah, you did.” you agreed, but when you saw how genuinely miserable your father looked, you calmed down, but that didn’t mean you were through. You were far from through. “You know, I loved you, dad. I loved you so much. I used to… wait for you to come home every night and hug you and I refused to sleep until I get to do so.” A smile ghosted your father’s face as he recalled the memories. “I loved you with all my heart, but you never loved me with all of yours.”

Bruce nodded, accepting your statements as they were true. He didn’t love you enough and he regretted that. All he wished was to be able to turn back time so you were given the love that you deserved.

“I know that I missed your life.” he whispered, “your first concert, your high school graduation, your college graduation and… even your wedding and your child, which I didn’t even know about… I missed so much.” He reached out to hold your hands. “And I know that I can’t do anything to change that. It may seem like a lie coming from me, but I do want to be part of your life, and I understand if it’s a little late but I’d rather start late than not start at all.”

You stayed silent through his entire speech. “What I’m asking you, really, is… give your old man another chance [F/N].” Bruce continued, “I may be the world’s worst father but I still want to be a father.”

You let out a small laugh but the tears in your eyes betrayed the expression you were trying to give off. “You know… you had your entire life to prove yourself and you didn’t. I forgave you time and time and time again and for what?” A few tears fell. “Empty seats at every important moment in my life. Being brushed off when I greet you every time you come back. Being cast aside for my other more talented siblings. I hated that feeling, that feeling of being completely nothing to my own dad. I hated it! So no, I don’t want to give you another chance!”

Bruce nodded sadly. “I understand–”

“But no matter how much I don’t want to give you that chance…” you continued, “a bigger part of me still wants you in my life…” you wiped your eyes as tears began to cascade down your cheeks, “because in the end, I’m still a girl who loves her dad with all her heart, and I can’t bear to lose my dad.”

Your father brought you into his arms and allowed you to cry on his shoulder but the very action only caused you to cry harder because you couldn’t recall a time where he embraced you like this. You felt him kiss your head and stroke your hair like he should’ve done years ago.

And you never wanted to ever let go. You loved that feeling, for it was a feeling that for the first time, your father loved you with all his heart and he wasn’t letting go.

Curvy - Lip Gallagher x Reader

Requested by Anon
Pairing: 
Lip Gallagher x Reader
Warnings: cussing, a tiny bit of sadness if you squint, cute stuff
Description: The reader is a larger girl and without Lip, she’d be really insecure
A/N: I added a little something to make it cuter, also I really like this because big girls* deserve some love too *I’m also a certified big girl cx


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“Hey, beautiful, are you ready to go?” Lip made his way into your room, smiling at you as he leaned against the doorway. He was in his “fuck you you fucking fuck” shirt, that always seemed to put a smile on your face. You noticed him smiling at you, completely realizing that he knew you loved that shirt.

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A Mother’s Love (Damian)

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Summary: Damian is having a hard time accepting his father’s marriage to batmom(the reader.)

Warning(s): Angst

Damian scowled silently as he stood next to his “siblings”, the suit he was forced to wear only irritating him further. The material items that surrounded him contrasted perfectly with yours and his father’s outfits as the cameras flashed. The smile was falsely painted onto his face, knowing if he didn’t he would get scolded.

A mere couple minutes after his father informed all of them about your engagement he also announced the engagement party. In Damian’s mind the whole event was unnecessary and simply another poor excuse for the upper class to brag about their wealth. Regardless, he posed for the invitation picture and he greeted the guests at the party. Yet still, he couldn’t bring himself to be sincere about the feelings he was expected to portray.

His eyes scanned over the crowd, seeing the faces of all the people his father pretended to like; people that pretended to have interest in himself. Tonight, he had to admit, the atmosphere felt different. It was happier and more cheerful than most parties the Wayne manor hosted. The mood intrigued Damian as he watched you ecstatically greet guests, faint tears in your eyes.

With an eyebrow raised he examined your expression, were you truly emotional over simply being engaged to his father? If this was how you acted now then what would you be like during the wedding?

Damian couldn’t understand it, maybe because he didn’t understand the dynamics and inner workings of a romantic relationship. Maybe because somewhere deep inside of him he still wished for Bruce to be close with his mother as he was with you. Regardless, the wall he built between you and him was going to remain standing if he had anything to do with it…

Three months after you and Bruce returned from your lengthy honeymoon, Damian was still on edge around you. It seemed as if every time you entered a room he immediately became sour. Everyone else began to notice it as well and brought it to your attention. Although almost everyone knew and talked to you about the issue, you wouldn’t let any of them bring it to Bruce’s oblivious eye, deciding to stubbornly kill your youngest with kindness yourself.

Finally one day the adolescent snapped, “Why do you continue to be nice? Can’t you tell that I hate you?!”

“I’m well aware of the fact,” You responded coolly while setting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of him.

“Then why do you still try! Just leave me alone!” He yelled and spat the words like venom as his hands slammed onto the island counter, pulling himself up and stomping away.

Glancing at the sandwich you sighed, the moment of confrontation had come. Though you couldn’t argue, you knew it was coming and it couldn’t have come at a better time - Bruce was at actual work and Damian had the day off from school. Gathering your wits about you, you started after Damian, giving a silent nod to Alfred when the butler informed you which way he saw the boy run.

You found him in his room, face down on his bed, “Damian.”

He visibly tensed up after hearing your voice, but you continued, softening your tone, “I understand why you hate me. I’d hate me too if I were in your shoes. But it doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up on you.”

You paused for a moment, hoping for some sort of feedback but yet again there was none, so once again you continued, “I didn’t marry your father just because I liked him. I married him because I like all of you, too. Damian, I just want you to let me love you. Let me give you the mother’s love you deserve,” by this point you were near tears, fed up with all the heartache Damian’s visible disgust caused you, fed up with the façade he put on to seem stronger.

Damian turned over, staring at the ceiling from his bed, his face in a scowl at your declaration of a mother’s love. He’d been fooled by it before. But love isn’t reality. Reality is that his mother and father would never be together. Reality is that his mother had him killed. Reality is that love doesn’t exist. Yet somehow you seemed so- so genuine in your words. Somehow he wanted that love you blindly promised him…

A quiet sigh passed through your lips as you turned to walk out of the room.

“Ummi.”

The sudden whispered word made you perk up slightly and turn back around, “What?”

He sat up and looked at you blankly, a slight glint of hope in his eyes, before he continued in a flat voice, “Can I call you Ummi?”

Your face lit up involuntarily and the tears once again threatened to pour from your eyes as you nodded furiously, “Yes! Of course!”

Damian smirked at the ground when he saw your reaction. But when you rushed forward to hug him, it was you who smirked at Damian’s reaction, while Damian was left thinking that maybe he could get used to your mother’s love.

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- [x] Prompt for Maggie feeling guilty about Alex being captured and tortured (cause she was the reason Kara left and Alex followed) and being distant; meaning like she sleeps on the couch so that she doesn't hurt Alex or anything

She should have kept her mouth shut.

She should have kept her mouth shut and let Alex’s nervous laughter, nervous “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” be the last word on the subject.

She should have swallowed her frustration that her girlfriend’s sister destroyed the effort she’d put in, the energy she’d spent, the tears she’d fought against shedding, for seventeen hours.

Seventeen hours talking them down, seventeen hours playing the therapist no one had ever played for her, seventeen hours forcing herself to empathize – really, really empathize – with men who had their guns trained at the heads of defenseless people.

But they were at dinner, all together.

So it shouldn’t matter.

Her job wasn’t about ego. It shouldn’t be about ego. She should have let it go. She should have kept her damn mouth shut.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t, so now instead of Rick Malverne waiting futilely in that elevator, instead of Rick Malverne having to go home empty-handed – instead of Rick Malverne getting to kidnap and torture her girlfriend, this woman that she… this woman that she can’t live without – instead of all that, instead of making him wait another night, instead of, maybe, giving them all a chance to realize something was off, to realize that they were being stalked…

Now, Alex had been… 

Alex had nearly drowned. 

Alex had sliced her own damn arm open with her own damn credit card, and Alex had…

And it was all her fault. It was all her fault, because she couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut.

She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and she got into it with Kara, and now?

Now, Alex swears she’s fine, and now, Alex swears she’s almost entirely healed, and now, Alex has told her that she loves her, that she wants to have all those firsts with her, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her…

But she shouldn’t.

She shouldn’t, because if she’d just kept her stupid mouth shut, maybe Alex wouldn’t have had to go through what she went through. 

Because Alex swears she’s fine, that it’s in the past, but J’onn knows better.

He’s keeping her on desk duty, and even though Alex rages and swears that desk duty is the worst possible thing for her recovery, Maggie is secretly grateful.

Secretly grateful, if for no other reason than – ironically – desk duty keeps Alex at the DEO later. More paperwork to sift through, and she’s so antsy that she’s slow at it.

Because there’s so much else she wants to be doing.

Like sleeping with Maggie. Both literally sleeping – cuddling and the like – and metaphorically sleeping – fucking and the like.

Alex wants all these things, and she’s making it very clear, but Maggie?

All she can see when she looks at the woman she loves more than she’s every loved anything or anyone is her body, floating, bubbles slipping out of her lips. 

All she can see when she looks at Alex is her own screaming guilt.

So she’s grateful that Alex is on desk duty. It’ll force her to let her body heal, and it brings her home later.

It brings her home later, and Maggie can pretend to be asleep on the couch.

Pretend, of course, because there’s no way in hell she will ever sleep again without knowing exactly where Alex is.

Because dammit, that was her fault, too. 

How could she have gone to the gym and blown off steam before downing a few shots of scotch and just falling asleep? Without hearing from Alex? Because sure, she was with Kara, but Alex usually checked in. How could she have…

Another thing that was her fault.

Another way that what Rick Malverne did was her fault.

And, maybe, too, if he hadn’t seen Alex with Maggie so much… maybe if he hadn’t seen the way Maggie looks at her, the way Maggie touches her hand when they’re walking down the street… maybe he wouldn’t have had quite so much rage about the whole situation.

Maybe he wouldn’t have tortured Alex quite so much.

So she pretends she’s asleep until she hears Alex come home. Pretends she’s asleep and fights not to sob when she hears Alex kick off her shoes and sigh at the sight of her girlfriend, and pull a blanket over her and adjust her head on the pillow.

She pretends so that she won’t have to ask how her day was. So she won’t have to look across the room, across the table, across the pillow, at this woman – this perfect damn woman – and see her dead, suffering, dying, a thousand ways over.

All her fault.

She pretends and she draws back and she doesn’t want to be distant – god, all she wants to do is feel Alex’s blood rushing through her veins, hear Alex’s heart beat steady and solid under her ear, all she wants to do is crush Alex’s lips with her own and… and… – but she has to be distant. She has to be.

Because she hurt Alex once.

God, god, god, she can’t hurt her again.

And the closer she is, the more she’ll hurt her.

As always.

It’s not until Kara shows up at the precinct, all baby blue collared shirt and beige pants, the next week at lunch time that Maggie realizes that maybe, by pulling away, she’s hurting Alex all the more.

“Detective,” Kara greets, the truce between them real, but the truce between them riddled with fragility and pain.

“Hey Kara,” she looks up from her desk – she’s got her own endless stack of paperwork to combat – and she grins lopsidedly. Cautiously. “Need a source on something?”

She gets up and she gestures Kara into the hallway and follows with increasingly sweaty palms, an increasingly racing heart.

“No, no, I’m not here about a story, I just…” Kara turns to face Maggie, and her jawline alone could kill. She crosses her arms over her chest, and Maggie fights not to do the same.

“You’ve been trying to be really strong for my sister. She tells me you’ve been packing her lunch every day, and I know you’ve been changing the dressings on her shoulder.”

“What are girlfriends for?” Maggie shrugs, eyes flitting across the hallway, still unable to shake the feeling that she’s being watched.

“Well, yes, but as far as I know, they’re also for sleeping together.”

“I – Kara, what – I – “

Kara adjusts her glasses and holds up a hand to stem Maggie’s stammering.

“Alex says you’ve been asleep on the couch before she gets home almost every night. That you’ve been taking care of her, but you’ve stopped really… building anything with her. Like a relationship. Like that whole firsts thing she keeps gushing about.”

Maggie blinks and Kara takes a deep breath.

“Is this because she told you she loves you? Are you pulling away because, what, you said it back but you don’t really mean it? Did you leap before you looked, Maggie, and now you don’t know how to tell her?”

Maggie flinches like she was punched by Supergirl, and Kara blinks at how rattled her stinging words made Maggie, by the tears rushing to her eyes.

Maggie’s nostrils flare slightly and she grabs Kara’s upper arm and pulls her into an interrogation room, shutting the door behind them.

“After all we went through together, Kara, I… I busted that bastard’s dad out of prison so we could keep her safe, I… I love her, Kara. I love your sister more than I love… myself, I…”

“Then why are you – “

“Because I can’t look at her, Kara! I can’t – “ Maggie’s voice squeaks and Kara lowers her arms in sudden compassion. Maggie puts her left hand under her lip as she starts to pace.

“It’s my fault, Kara, don’t you get it? My fault Malverne took her – the only reason she went into that damn elevator alone was because I yelled at you, because she was going to make things right with you, about me! And he saw us together, over and over and over, and you know that fed his fire, and she almost died, Kara. The only woman I’ve ever really been in love with almost died, because of me, because of my stupid – “

“Whoa, whoa, Maggie, hey. No. You know Alex doesn’t feel that way, right?”

“Of course she doesn’t feel that way, Kara, she’s too good! She’s too good for me, don’t you get it? Wait no, of course you get it, of course you do, because that’s what you’ve always thought, isn’t it? That your sister deserves someone better than some lowly, damaged cop?”

It’s Kara’s turn to look like Maggie hit her, and her own tears join Maggie’s in her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is soft, her voice is sad. Her voice is regretful.

“Maggie, I… I am so sorry that the way I’ve treated you made you think those… those terrible things. About yourself. I’m protective of Alex, I’m always going to be protective of her, but I… Maggie, if what happened to her is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. If I’d listened to you in the first place, we would have found her before that damn water even started to – “

“No, Kara, don’t – “

“See, but that’s what I mean. I blame myself, you blame yourself. Hell, Alex probably blames herself.”

Maggie scoffs. “Alex always blames herself.”

Kara smiles, and reaches out a hand to Maggie. She stares at it for a long moment before taking it.

“Exactly. The Danvers girls and the women we love… that’s what we do, isn’t it? Blame ourselves? But Maggie, what happened to Alex was not your fault. It wasn’t. I promise. And it… it’s okay. It’s okay to cry to her, to… to break down. It’s okay to need her. Because she was in that tank, sure, but Maggie, it was hard as hell being outside of it, too. And you would tell me the same thing. So maybe… I don’t know, I don’t really know a lot about this relationship stuff… but I know my sister. And I think I know you, at least a little. Enough. So maybe try… talking to her, instead of shutting her out. She needs you, Maggie. Especially right now. And I think you need her, too.”

There’s a long, long, long pause where brown eyes meet blue and their pulses – both thrumming for Alex Danvers – unite.

“Did you just say the women you and your sister love?”

“Oh god, I – “

“Tell me everything, Kid Danvers. On the way to bring Alex some lunch. Yeah?”

Kara beams as she pulls Maggie into a long, relief-filled hug. 

“Yeah.”

He Passes Out During A Show - Josh Dun Imagine

Hey guys, firstly I wanted to say sorry for taking so long to post this, I’ve just had some important exams but all is good because my results are really good! hope you all enjoy x

Joshua had been working so hard for this tour. So much that he’d barely eaten a thing, every morning I would wake up in an empty bunk, sometimes it would be 6am and I would hear the faint pounding of drums from inside the stadium. he was constantly tired and went straight to sleep whenever we had any type of alone time. 

It was the night of the first show of the second part to the Emotional Roadshow, Josh had been up since 8 practising the same bit to Ride over and over. I walked behind him, setting the coffee that I had made for him beside his kit and ran my fingers over the warm skin of his shoulders, he flinched slightly at my touch and stopped suddenly looking up at me. Deep set frown lines cut through his pale face, mocha eyes drained of the life that usually danced in them. ‘Baby, you gotta have a break sometime, I promise you, you’ll do great’ I said softly, passing him the hot coffee.

‘I cant Y/N, I have to get this bit right,’ he said mumbled, gulping down the steaming drink. I gasped slightly because I knew how hot I had made it. ‘Just listen to this bit, is it okay’ He began to play the part of Ride where he would play on top of the crowd at they all peered up at him like he was a god. I listened as he played his heart out putting all of his effort into this solo, until he went wrong. ‘Argh fuck! I get the same fucking bit wrong every time I can’t do it’ he sulked burying his head into his sweaty covered hands.

‘Josh, Josh hey,’ I said, he looked at me again, tears threatening to spill from the eyes that I had fallen so in love with ‘You are going to do great, you do it every time, all the fans love you, and if you do mess up, then so what? the only people that will know are Tyler and I, and we love you no matter what, don’t you ever forget that okay?’ I smiled at him.

 ‘Thank you baby, I just wanna do you proud, I love you’ he said pulling me into a tight, if not slightly sweaty hug. I screwed up my nose and giggled at him then left to change for the evening. The drumming continued followed by various profanities, if he missed a beat, I sighed not knowing what to do with my perfectionist boyfriend.

A FEW HOURS LATER

“Tyler!?” I called from the hall, he popped his head out of the dressing room door, hair half combed as he was only part way through getting ready for tonights show. (A/N: Tyler has hair in this imagine for the purpose of this line and another later on, trust me I love Ty’s hair right now it just works that he has the fluffy hair here!)

“yesssssssssssss’ he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at his behaviour. 

“He’s been drumming for about four hours straight now, I’ve tried so hard to get him to stop and chill but no matter what I do he won’t stop, I’m so worried Ty’ I said scratching lightly at the thin skin of my palms.

“I know, I am too, but I don’t think anyone can change what he’s doing, you know what he’s like, once he’s got his heart set on doing something he’ll do whatever it takes to do it’ he sighed running his hand through his fluffy hair. “It’s time for him to get ready anyway, he’ll come by in a minute’.

As if on cue the drumming stopped abruptly, moments later Josh was trudging down the hallway, footsteps heavy and tiresome. “Time to get ready,” he muttered trying to give a hopeful smile as he passed us and then into his dressing room. I closely followed and watched as he slumped down in his chair, he looked at his sweaty image in the mirror and I could tell he was criticising everything I saw, my heart slightly tore apart at the thought and walked over to him deciding that I would help him to do his hair and eye makeup today because he seemed exhausted. 

I kneeled in front of him and started to comb his hair into a more organised mess of sweaty, sunshine curls on top of his head, he gave he a lop-sided smile and closed his eyes as I began to smear the red paint gently over the smooth skin beneath his eyes. “open” I almost whispered at him. He fluttered his eyes open and inspected himself in the illuminated “does it look okay?’ he just nodded in response and then closed his eyes again.

‘Thank you,” he murmured.

Half an hour later and it was moment until the boys were due on stage, Josh had pumped himself up a little and was ready to go on, the adrenaline must have kicked in. 

As the stage director gave the cue, the music started and the low hum of the beginning of HeavyDirtySoul filled the arena, accompanied by the screams of the crowds. They roared in delight as they watched their idols run on stage, Tyler rapped every word to perfection and Josh kept up with the quick pace of the song. I smiled as I watched him nod his head in time to the song.

It came to ‘Ride’ and a slight wave of sickness washed over me, worrying about how Josh would do, I knew he would be fantastic but he had stressed me out earlier. I watched as the crew lifter the drum kit on top of the crowd, Josh scanned for the best path in order to safely climb onto the plywood platform. Sure enough he clambered on safely at sat on the black leather stool. The music started again and he began his solo putting the rest of his power into the beat of the song, I glanced down at my phone until I heard a thud, followed by a sickening but definite scream ‘Y/N!’, Josh was on the floor his small body engulfed by the mass of fans, desperate to touch my boyfriend. I ran across the stage, over the barrier and into the pit wading through the hoards of people until I found him, eyes rolling back in his head, gasping for breath. 

I kneeled beside him, and held his wrist in my palm checking his erratic pulse. Soon enough the medic rushed towards us and security ushered people out of the way so he had more space to breathe. I tilted his head up so it was resting on my knees and the doctor checked his heart rate and his temperature. They then picked him up and took him off to the side of the stage where he was given water. “I’m sorry guys, Josh can’t play anymore, I’m sorry if this ruined your night please don’t blame him he’s been working so hard for you. We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you, goodnight everyone’ Tyler addressed the crowd as they began to amble towards the doors.

When the lights turned back on I had a proper look at Josh, and gasped at what I saw, his shirt had been nearly shreded by the fans, his hat was missing and small scratches were littered all up his arms where they had obviously tried to grab onto him but instead hurt him. “Babe! look at you, are you okay? look at your shirt there’s practically nothing there” he looked down at the torn black tank, and frowned, anger clearly bubbling up inside of him. “Stand up a minute I need to take a photo of this so that I can show the fans what they’ve done to you”

He stood up shakily and I quickly snapped a few shots of his shirt and arms. I went onto twitter and composed a new tweet ‘To the people who thought it appropriate to tear Joshua’s shirt and literally cut his arms, please don’t come back to another show, you are not welcome. I know you know who you are, you hurt him while he was vulnerable I hope the moment of touching him was worth it.’ I then attached the photos and posted the tweet, knowing hate would soon follow but I didn’t care because I needed to get my point across.

A couple hours later and Josh and I were curled up in bed, ‘Baby?’ he whispered, voice low and tired ‘I love you so much, thank you for helping me earlier, you’re amazing, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you’

I smiled into his chest and whispered back ‘I love you too Joshua,’


There you go, I feel like I’m a little rusty because I haven’t written for so long but I do hope you liked it, I’d love some feedback because you don’t know how much it means to me!

Much love.

-E

EXO Demon!Reaction when you get pregnant with their baby

Xoxo, Admin A~

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Chanyeol:

*Let’s say that father demons are very very dangerous* “Nothing will harm you or your mother…. a lot will try to come get you but I will protect you.. I will use all my power without a doubt”

Kris:

*Everyday would be a battle with himself. He’s a demon, he’s evil, he can’t “afford” being weak, but he can’t leave his now new family unprotected either* “For the first time… I feel like I have a heart.. and it’s hurting… my chest feels so heavy…”

Sehun:

*He could be the most dangerous demon of the whole universe and still look like an innocent teen boy. That’s what the kid had done with him, with his heart* “I’m not scared, others call me weak now but.. I really don’t care. I have a child now and that’s what makes me stronger, and our baby will be the strongest half-demon alive”

Tao:

*It’s like time has stopped for him. It’s like the unthinkable have finally happened. It kind of feels like the end, but also like a new beginning.* “Hard times are waiting Y/N… but as cold as my heart is.. I never leave my own behind. I’ll be a good father, I promise”

Kai:

*No emotion would come  out from him for weeks; his face is so hard to read that it scares you that you had completely turned his heart into stone. But the truth is that he’s scared, scared to admit that he finally found that ray of light that all demons unconsciously look for he finally found it in you and your child*

Xiumin:

*Sometimes you would even forget he’s a demon, sometimes you would even swear he has human eyes, a human smile, a human heart* “I guess… this is why everyone is so desperate to find love, because it can even change demons… it can even turn us into something more human”

Baekhyun:

*Feels like a lord demon or something* “Some believe I look weak for having a child.. but in the contrary.. this only proves that even in demons, family can make you grow stronger” *Honestly, he’ll soften little by little, for his little baby*

Luhan:

*He would never hide who he is to his child, never lie or try to not be scary. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a good father, he just wants his child to grow strong. Because maybe demons have it hard, but half breeds suffer more* “Never forget who your father is baby… never forget that I got your back.. that for you I’d conquer hell and Earth”

Chen:

*He would become so dangerous that even in the underworld he would be feared. He would become so protective and would hurt anyone who dares come close to his family. He would definitely be more demon-like but with a motive, not just for fun* “I guess the difference between demons and humans is exactly that… we do it for fun.. but when it comes to you and our baby… I become more human.. and yet more dangerous.. I become what even demons fear…”

Kyungsoo:

*He would probably disappeared for a few days, confused from the recent events. Probably would wonder how a demon can even procreate and ask himself if it’s right for him to be present in his baby’s life* “Should I… should I be here with you? Do I deserve you? I don’t know.. Y/N tell me what to do.. this is all.. new to me”

Lay:

*You were scared to tell him about the child because you didn’t know how he would react. He is known for his dark side, even among humans and a child was probably the last thing he “needed”* “You think.. I would dare to do something to our baby? Even among demons that’s… too much. I would never… if demons can love in some wicked way.. I’m sure that’s what I feel for our child”

Suho:

*Not gonna lie, he might looks scary. He’s a demon after all, but blood is blood and he’d be the best father of demons and humans. Just be aware that he comes with a big family, and all of them will be raising your child*

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