every time I talk about Wynonna Earp, I like praise it non-stop and gush about how good it is and how much I love it and then immediately I get angry at supergirl because WE is doing everything SG isn’t
and every time I do this I feel like a mother cooing over her favorite kid and then turning to the other child and being like “why cant you be more like your older sister?”
THIS is a collab with great ‘ol @coo-fuu ! We both love the Boxtrolls, these CHEESY children especially! I drew Box-boy Eggs, Coo drew Lady Winnie here (bg is from a still frame in the film) AND IT TURNED OUT GREAT!!!
Anon Asked: Could you do a bts reaction to their s/o holding their child and he reaches for his dad and calls him “dada” for the first time?
tbh i read “Dada” and as a self-proclaimed art hoe, I thought of the Art Movement “Dadaism” and not like… dada as in “dad”. 🤷🏾 - Admin Dayna
Truthfully, Jin didn’t notice his child calling him dada. He only noticed him reaching his arms up for him to pick him up and that’s exactly what Jin did. It was after like… the 5th time of the kid referring to him as “dada” did he notice.
He gasped so hard he choked on air.
He breaks into a super sincere and extremely moved smile because his stomach now has butterflies and he can’t really find the words to express how much that moment made him happy. For the longest he was under the impression he was leaving no impact on you guy’s child due to him being off on the road so often. Usually the kid ran to you when seeking help, and went to him as last resort. But hearing his baby call him “dada” was reassuring that he wasn’t the worst father in the world.
Do V and Y get a lot of creepy people coming up to them when the kids are babies to coo about how biracial kids are the ~most beautiful~
YES AND IT’S SO BAD ALL THE TIME. It’s a different flavor racism than the one Yuuri dealt with in Michigan but it’s JUST AS BAD and bad in SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS depending on which one of them the person sees with the kids or if it’s both of them???
One time Viktor is watching Irina’s ballet practice when she’s like five, waving through the studio’s glass when she looks at him and smiling as she does her clumsy little plies
Another father walks up to him and asks which one is yours? And Viktor points out Irina.
“Oh, wow,” says the other father. “She’ll be a looker when she grows up.”
“Um,” Viktor mutters, because that’s a weird thing to say to him about his five-year-old.
“I mean, she’s part Chinese right?”
Viktor squints dangerously. “My husband is Japanese.”
“Oh, well. You know. They all look the same. But I’ve never seen an ugly Asian girl. She’s gonna be real pretty.”
Viktor takes Irina out of that ballet class and starts sending her to private lessons with Lilia, which is what Lilia has been WANTING THIS WHOLE TIME VIKTOR KONSTANTINOVICH I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.
On the other hand, when Yuuri is alone with Mikhail, little old European ladies keep coming up to him and pinching Mikhail’s cheeks and saying things like, “Mixed babies are just adorable,” and Yuuri wants to physically slap their hands away from his child.
It’s equally as creepy though when people HIS AGE, LATE TWENTIES EARLY THIRTIES, look at his babies and say, “Oh, I want my babies to look just like that! Like, Asian but without the eyes! They’re so cute that way!” and then hastily and fervently glancing at him and saying, “No offense!”
It gets better when they go back to Japan but like even there?? even there sometimes people say backwards shit. Kyo and Koichi are born and a lot of people say they have “Anime eyes” because they’re so blue. Yuuri has to go into Emma’s school once because someone is teasing her so badly about having a big nose that she doesn’t want to go to school. Twelve-year-old Mikhail begs them to let him dye his hair black so that he “looks normal.”
Which, like, they’d let him dye his hair whatever color he wanted–it’s impermanent and something he can have agency over even at a young age–but not because he feels like he has to, y’know?
But yes people are horrible and Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov just want people to let their babies LIVE and not say weird creepy things about them??? Also Yuuri Nikiforov is going to fight the FUCKING WORLD if one more person screams at him a slow voice?? He speaks perfect Russian? He studied it for five years in college?? Why is it that he’s the one who gets talked to like a child when Viktor is the one who STILL sometimes goes blank in the face and just blindly agrees to whatever it is the person he’s speaking Japanese to has just said to him.
“Is the moon made of cheese, Viktor?” Mari once asks a very tired Viktor, trying to smother her laughter as she watches him rock back and forth with both twins and their matching stuffed tigers cradled in his arms. Six-week-old Kyo and Koichi have had a case of the sniffles and, while not serious, it’s been a hell of a weekend.
“Uhhh yes,” Viktor mumbles, eyes half open. “It’s fine.”
Yuuri takes a break from wanting to sleep forever to laugh hysterically into Viktor’s knee before trying to fall back asleep.
“I’ll babysit the terrible trio tomorrow,” Mari assures them. “You guys look like you need a break.”
“Bless you,” Viktor whispers, strangely understanding every word of that much more complicated sentence. “You will be sainted.”
“The patron saint of sniffles and drooling brothers,” Mari says, and Yuuri doesn’t know if she’s talking about him or the twins but he throws a pillow at her anyway.
Does Shiro and Keith still flirt when they text each other after years of being married????
[The Voltron Family] Keith was at work, having his lunch break. He stayed in his office and he took out his packed lunch from his bag. He had Korean bbq chicken and he knew the rest of his family was eating the same thing. Suddenly, his phone vibrated indicating he received a message. He opened it only to see it was Shiro.
Takashi Shirogane 12:05PM How’s the chicken, my love? ;)
Keith Kogane 12:06PM I wouldn’t know since I was just about to taste it when SOMEONE texted me.
Takashi Shirogane 12:07PM Oho! C'mon cmon! Take a bite! And let Chef Takashi know!!
Keith rolled his eyes fondly and actually did as he was told. He chewed and he nodded to himself, very much liking what he was eating.
Keith Kogane 12:09PM Not bad, Chef Takashi. Master Chef Keith is very much pleased. Very good! A+++++ Hotels can now hire you for luncheons and all that.
Takashi Shirogane 12:10PM Awww, stop it you. I’m blushing. (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)っ
Keith Kogane 12:12PM Awww, baby boy using a kaomoji.
Takashi Shirogane 12:14PM No, Keith. YOU’RE the baby boy!! So cute so handsome so squishy so adorable so soft like a baby boy. Have you seen how kissable your cheeks are?! Baby boy Keith.
Keith laughed so hard as turned his swivel chair around. Shiro was being an idiot and so was he. Good god, they were married for 10 years now and they were still flirting thru texts like a bunch of college students.
Keith Kogane 12:15PM Am I really?
Takashi Shirogane 12:16PM Yeah, of course. Send me a dick pic.
Keith Kogane 12:17PM Ok. Gimme a sec.
Takashi Shirogane 12:18PM Oh my GOD? ARE YOU SERIOUS, KEITH?
Keith Kogane 12:21PM Yeah, hang on. I’m sending it now. Make sure you’re alone though, baby.
Takashi Shirogane 12:22PM I am.
Keith Kogane 12:23PM
Takashi Shirogane 12:24PM Hmmmmmm that is one fine Dick. I’d let this man carry me bridal style.
Keith Kogane 12:26PM You feel me bro. YOU FEEL ME.
Takashi Shirogane 12:28PM I always feel you Keith! HOW DARE YOU! jhdfskjfhksjdf I cannot believe you sent me this offensive photo! YOU ARE SUCH A NERD!
Keith Kogane 12:29PM HAHAHA! You love me anyway. ;)
Takashi Shirogane 12:30PM I do. Very much so. And I miss you, babe. :(
Keith Kogane 12:31PM Awwww, I miss you, too. (ꈍヮꈍ)˘ε˘ C)
Takashi Shirogane 12:32PM B A B Y B O Y. ಥ╭╮ಥ I’m screenshotting this because you used a kaomoji to kiss me. I’M FRAMING THIS KEITH KOGANE WITH THE TIME STAMP AND ALL.
Keith laughed so hard as he took another bite and he didn’t know that his assistants outside heard him laugh so loud.
Assistant #1: *peeks inside* *chuckles* He’s doing it again. Assistant #2: *is newly hired* What? *peeks too* Assistant #1: Sometimes you’d hear Mr. Shirogane laugh so hard during lunch while holding his phone. He’s basically texting his husband. Assistant #2: *blinks* A husband? Our boss is married to a guy? Assistant #1: *smiles* Yeah! He’s a neurosurgeon. Oh right, you prolly haven’t met him yet. He sometimes visits the office to take out Mr. Shirogane on a lunch date. They’re such a beautiful married couple. *excited* I should show you a photo! There’s one on Facebook! *opens incognito* Assistant #2: *sees the photo* Holy shit. He’s gorgeous. I mean, so is our boss. Like I legit had to stutter during my interview but like… *whistles* I can understand why this guy married our boss and vice versa. Assistant #1: *grins* I know! Perhaps if you’re lucky you can see him in person tomorrow around lunch. Doctor Shirogane is such a nice man. Their kids might visit sometimes too so I need to orient you on what they look like so you don’t ignore them when they request for their Daddy. Assistant #2: How many kids do they have? Assistant #1: Three! Hunk, Lance and Pidge. Energetic adorable kids. *coos* *shows photos* You might see one of them in their club clothes since they will most likely come from practice. You need to make sure Mr. Shirogane’s schedule is free whenever any of his kids have a game— Assistant #2: *stops listening as he sees Keith come out of the office to go somewhere* Keith: *on the phone* I’ll pick up Pidge after her soccer practice. *chuckles* I love you, too, Takashi. Now will you please hung up, my daughter is on the other line. *changes line* Hey, sweetheart. Your Daddy Shiro can’t pick you up later so I will. How about we have a father-daughter date? Assistant #2: *smiles so widely*
I really enjoyed writing this so I hope that you enjoy reading it! I picked Jimin because he can be so soft and squishy which fit into my idea for the scenario.
Please feel free to request more! I am currently on spring break from college and need something to do!
Word Count: 2,655
Pairing: Jimin X Reader
Warnings: Some strong language, some innuendos. Do not read if you are not comfortable.
Description: Group projects are always hard, especially when you have the school’s bad boy, Park Jimin, as your uninterested partner. Things take an interesting turn when you figure out a way to involve him in the project as well as get some revenge on him.
(Gif is not ours. Credit to princejimineee. Also can we just talk about how amazing their editing is??? People are so talented wow. I have stared at this gif for like ten minutes.)
Fingers crossed tightly under your desk, you hoped for a good partner for your lab project. Taemin was pretty smart, so you were hoping to get him to be your partner, not to mention he was pretty cute as well. Your heart was beating quickly as the teacher rattled off names of partners, not hearing yours yet. Come on, please! You begged internally, anxious to just have your partner already. The room was filled with quiet whispers of partners who were already matched, making you almost miss your name.
“…min and Y/N,” your teacher droned. You let out a huge breath of relief and picked up your books to go sit by Taemin to discuss your project ideas. You had been excited for this project, so you had already come up with multiple ideas written neatly in your trusty spiral notebook.
Just as you had gathered your materials and started to get up from your seat, a hand grabbed your elbow stopping you in your tracks, your body going rigid at the tight grasp spreading warmth through your sweater.
“Hey, where are you going?” a smooth voice asked. You whipped your head around to see Jimin, the troublemaker who sat in the back of the class, usually sleeping or talking to the boy next to him. You had seen him out with a group of boys before, obviously up to no good. The whole school was afraid to cross any of the members for fear of the group coming after them. A self-confident smirk sat on his smooth face. What did he want from you? You wondered.
Finnrey accidental baby acquisition or they know fuck all about birth control
Right, so! I’m combining this for @finnreyfridaysSports theme, just because… it kinda works? Kinda. Also because the phrase “accidental baby acquisition” is the funniest thing I have ever seen? How does one accidentally ‘acquire’ a baby - (edit OK apparently I’m showing my age/newness to fanfic bc I had never heard of the trope before and I’d already written it by the time I thought to google - oh my god here just read it asljdhasd)
Rey had grown up in the sand wastelands of Jakku, just far
enough to quickly reach Nima Outpost in case of a true, true emergency, but
isolated just the same. And Finn, Finn was raised as a number, not as a child.
Neither one of them really were. Poe had told them he’d grown up on Yavin 4 and
knew some of the Resistance members had kids. And somehow, Finn had acquired a
near-constant presence of young ones – “Because he’s good at holding hands,” a
cheery Human girl had told her. Rey hadn’t really been able to argue with that.
Even so, she was certainly not expecting Finn to burst through the doors with a gaggle of
seven very young children close on his heels.
“Uh, hey, Finn…?” Rey called from her bunk as he raced
around the room. A young Rodian boy, maybe no more than three, tripped over her
long legs and sniffed accusingly up at her. She threw aside her data pad and
cooed apologetically at the kid as she pulled him into her lap, out of the way.
A group of pilots on break peered into the room, eyebrows raised in concern.
Rey laughed and waved at them in between the chaos of Finn and his pursuers,
and the tiny Rodian in her lap waved, too.
As Finn tore around the corner, his eyes sparkling with
delight, he yelled, “Rey! You gotta help – all these baby rathtars are loose!”
What? Rey squinted
at him in confusion, trying to figure out where and why the Resistance base would be keeping rathtars, of all things –
until the Rodian in her lap grabbed her arm and cried, “Imma RATHTAR! Imma EAT YOU!!”
Finn wailed, “Rey! No!” But he had stopped running, and was
currently under attack from six very determined children. They latched onto his
arms and legs, shrieking with delight when he swung them around, fighting his
way over to Rey. He was breathless with laughter, and nodded down at the kid in
her lap. Play along!
She glanced down into the Rodian boy’s big galaxy eyes, and
Rey leapt up, the Rodian still suctioned to her arm, crying
out in mock pain. The Rodian – sorry, the rathtar
– yelled and wrapped his skinny little legs around her, cheering in victory. She staggered around the room, trying to avoid other little ones on the floor.
Finn, meanwhile, had managed to slip the grasps of the others and plucked the boy from Rey’s arm, grabbed her hand, and winked.
They sprinted through the halls of the Resistance base, a vicious pack of baby rathtars quick on their heels. Many brave Resistance officers and pilots fell to the pack, including Poe, C-3PO, and an extremely amused General Organa.
And, hours later, it was Rose who found Finn, Rey, and the rathtars fast asleep in a worn-out pile underneath one of the tables in the cafeteria. The rathtars had won this day, it seemed.
OK! So, I finally got this done! Well, more like I kept going and here I am with another monster. sooooo enjoy?
This is for @thatonefromthatthing as my second place winner!! And it’s only the first part ^^; I overwrote once again and the second art will be out by the end of the month, if not early April. So the fluff isn’t over till this is done basically xD
Summary: Keith always wanted to join the circus - something that most kids wouldn’t dream of, but for him, it was all he thought about. Going to a circus when he was younger was his drive, but it hadn’t been any kind of circus. It had been the Legendary Voltron Circus. Now that he was out of the foster system, he set to finding it, tracking it down to a small town in the middle of nowhere. After one show, it was all it took to rekindle the flame inside of him and make him join. He accomplished his dream, but he hadn’t counted on falling for the acrobat in blue along the way.
Keith adjusted the strap on his bag and took the key from the hotel hostess. This was his third town in a month and after driving all day, he was exhausted. For the past few years now, he’s been skipping from one town to the next, looking for a place to belong. But when you have some crazy interests that no one really gets, it makes it hard. He was still going, though, so that counts.
He mumbled a quick thanks and headed off to his room.
To tell the truth, he was only in this town for one reason, and if it weren’t for that, he would have skipped his town entirely. There was something here that caught his interest.
The Bellarke Reunion from Purphy’s pov. Also on ao3
At first, it had been shocking.
Clarke Griffin had survived Praimfaya.
The Death Wave.
The Nuclear Apocalypse.
And been waiting on the shore of the lake when they’d emerged from the patched together rocket ship.
Then, nobody had really been surprised when Bellamy had come pretty close to braining Monty as he’d clambered to jump into the water and begin making his way towards her.
Despite the fact that he couldn’t swim.
She waded in to meet him and Monty pointed out that this didn’t negate his previous concern about the water being toxic for any number of reasons.
The two of them embrace, the water lapping around them and Murphy guesses that Bellamy has a foothold but Clarke was probably holding onto to him to keep her head above water.
He smirks and repeats the last part to Emori who doesn’t get the idiom and looks to Echo who is stripping off her hazmat suit.
“You think it’s safe?” she asks her but the warrior shrugs, “If it isn’t, I’m still the best swimmer we have, I can get to shore and start putting together a raft to get you five there safely.”
“What about Bellamy and Clarke?” Harper asks, looking out the port window and Echo shares a look with Raven,
“I’m sure they’ll move eventually.”
It took Echo about ten minutes to scramble out of her suit in that confined space and only five to dive into the water and swim to shore, barely emerging for air once in the two hundred meters.
She swam around Bellamy and Clarke who hadn’t seemed to have moved an inch.
“What if the water is toxic?” Monty muses and Raven snorts, “If it was, I’m sure Clarke would have waited til he made it to land.”
“I don’t know,” Harper disagreed, “It was a long six years, I can’t believe she’s alive!”
“Who wants to bet she and Bellamy will be sharing a sleeping bag tonight?” Murphy jokes and winces when Emori jabs him in the arm, “John!”
“It’s been twenty minutes and they haven’t moved…wait, I think Clarke’s shifted her head slightly.”
“Where’s Echo?” Monty asks, and they look through the hatch door to see the shore empty,
“She won’t have bailed?” Harper asks concerned, risking a glance to Raven who had been bunking with Echo for the last three years.
“She’s a grounder who hasn’t touched the ground in over half a decade, and we’re not going anywhere,” Raven says, only a bit defensive, “Give her a minute.”
They do and Murphy wonders at what point they have to get over the awkwardness and tell Bellamy to let go of Clarke.
Echo reappears on the shore, with another person in tow,
“Hold up,” he announces, “More survivors?”
“Aww,” Harper coos, “Clarke found a kid for her and Bellamy to parent.”
Murphy notes bitterly that nobody lectures Harper for the crime of stating the obvious and the kid, waves at the rocket eagerly before she and Echo walk off again.
And this was getting old.
“If nothing has melted Bellamy’s suit and eaten his flesh can we assume the water is safe?” he asks impatiently and Raven gives him a withering glare,
“If you’re that bored, we can test if cockroaches can swim.”
“They can, you know,” Murphy tells her, enjoying the surprise on her face, “And they can hold their breath for up to forty minutes underwater.”
He had admittedly spent an afternoon in the old Ark library reading up on cockroaches to surprise Raven in situations just like this one.
This time when Echo reappeared, she and the kid were dragging an inflatable life raft. The bright orange flotation device made a harsh contrast against the natural colours around them but it was big enough to carry all of them in one go.
Echo and the kid figured out the paddles pretty quickly and reached the rocket, trying to stand up until Raven warned them about capsizing the raft, so they sat back down and Emori was sent down first as the lightest person in the group.
Murphy sent Monty next and he hears the kid outside eagerly introducing herself, chatting away and he figures she must be happy to see different people after so many years. Unless there had been survivors’ other than her and Clarke?
They’d find out one way or another.
He steps back to let Harper go next and waits until he hears her land in the raft before turning to Raven, “You know the captain going down with the ship thing is only for water based vessels?” he jokes and she glares at him but without any heat.
“Shut up,” she grunts, trying to pull herself into a standing position and he quickly goes to help her, “Pins and needles.” She admits under her breath and he nods quickly so she can pretend that he believes that lie.
Raven had to go into the raft last because she had no idea how she was getting down with her injured leg and Murphy wasn’t entirely sure either, but if he had any understanding of what the dials on the rocket were saying, the damn thing was sinking into the lake.
Still, she’d probably rather slowly sink and drown than admit than make herself a burden to their people and definitely not in front of the new girl.
So, Murphy climbs down into the raft and waits until Raven has wrangled herself into the door before pointing at Clarke and Bellamy,
“Think they’re finally kissing.” he comments and when everyone is looking at the two statute impersonators, he takes Raven by the hips and tries lifting her down into the raft. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight him so he manages to get her down without any disturbance to the vessel, so nobody noticed.
“No, she’s still got her face in his neck,” Echo comments, “Can she breathe?”
“We have a camp set up just off the shore,” the kid announces, “We figured you’d come down here. So, we have shelter and even clothes just in case.”
Probably food too.
“Do you have anything to eat that isn’t algae?” Monty asks and the kid tilts her head in confusion, “What’s algae? Is it like jerky? Clarke always makes me eat jerky.”
Murphy’s mouth is watering and they barely reach the shore before they’re staggering up the pebble bank and stripping out of their hazmat suits, groaning with relief to have fresh air on their sweaty bodies.
“I’m Madi.” the kid tells them and they give their names,
“And that guy not letting go of Clarke, is Bellamy.” Murphy adds, jerking his thumb over his shoulder and Madi grins,
“Yeah, she told me about him too.”
Told her what exactly?
He glances around the group and sees that in spite of everything, their interest was piqued.
“Well Madi,” Raven throws her arm around the girl’s shoulders, “Why don’t you show us where this camp is?”
Madi looks back to Clarke but with a quick shrug, begins leading them to the tree line and Murphy checks the time keeping device Raven had rigged up for all of them on the Ark.
Fifty-six minutes and counting.
This was just getting embarrassing.
He hoped that there wasn’t some sort of paralytic in the water that slowly ate its victims alive.
Well, he wasn’t going to risk Bellamy’s wrath if there wasn’t.
You heard something muffled. It sounded more familiar as it got closer and clearer. It got loud enough to shoot you right off your bed.
“Oh my god!” You yelled as you shut off your alarm and checked the time. You had 15 minutes to get ready, run to the kindergarten, pick up the kids, and take the bus to the park for the field trip.
You thanked god for making you take a shower the night before and quickly pulled out anything that smelled clean. You wore a blue and white striped shirt with a white skirt. You quickly applied some light make up before slipping on a pair of white sandals. You ran down the street to catch a taxi. One of them finally stopped for you and you got in. You gave him the address and he drove you to the kindergarten you worked in.
He stopped at the main entrance as you quickly paid and left. You jogged to your class and the kids were scattered all around the classroom. You tried not to panic and called them one by one and had them line up so you can take them to the bus station.
You finally walked out of the kindergarten followed by six kids lined up one after the other. The bus stop was empty which meant one thing: you missed the bus. And you also missed the trip. And you will lose money for simply being late. You looked down at the kids who sat next you, excitedly waiting for the bus that will take them to the park. You felt bad for them more than yourself.
“Um…kids, look, we were suppo-” a loud honk cut you off. You jumped a little as it was so loud and sudden. You turned around and saw a black jeep car parked in front of the bus stop.
You stared at it in confusion trying to figure out if it was meant for you. You looked around, but there wasn’t anyone except you and the kids. You looked back at the car and the driver’s door opened.
You stepped back, standing in front of the kids, trying to protect them in case this guy was planning to harm you or them in some way.
He stepped out of the car and you relaxed. He was tall and was wearing a suit. The first thing you thought of was: why isn’t he on the runway?
He casually walked around the car to your side and opened the passenger door, gesturing you to get in.
“Excuse me?” You told him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Get in. I’ll take you there” he said casually. Your mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
“Excuse me? You think I’ll just get in? And leave these kids here?! I’m responsible for them!” Your voice rose as you got madder.
“Then I’ll just take that money off your month’s salary” he told you, giving you his back to walk to his side of the car.
“Wait what? Who are you to say that?!” You yelled at him. How dare he come ask you to get in his car while you have kids with you. And now he interferes with your salary and that pushed you to the edge.
“Oh you might as well hand me my kids” he told you from then driver’s seat, through the the passenger’s window.
“Your kids! Sorry, I’m a responsible teacher. I know every parent of every child with me right now. Go fool someone else” you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.
You glanced at him and saw him laughing to himself. You frowned in confusion at his weird reaction. What’s so funny?
“I’m so glad I hired you, y/n” he smiled at you cheekily.
It took you a good minute to get what he said. It hit you right in the face and you automatically bowed and apologized.
You felt a finger push your shoulder back up. You looked up at him and he smiled down at you.
“I’m sorry Mr. Chae. I never knew how you looked like” you told him as embarrassment dropped your gaze to the ground.
“Get in the car. This is your last chance” he said and opened the back door.
You quickly got the kids in and squeezed yourself in. The door barely closed and you looked at Mr. Chae whom was looking at you, frowning.
“Is there a problem?” You asked him, trying to sound as polite as possible.
“You’re not riding gunshot?”
“And leave the kids alone in the back? That’s dangerous. Especially now that we’re having some over capacity” you smiled.
“Ah,” he raised his index finger, “right right.”
He finally drove away from the bus station and to the park. You stayed quiet along with Mr. Chae as the kids filled the silence with happy screams and noise.
“We’re here!” Mr. Chae announced, parking his car in front of the park and the kids cheered.
“Kids! One by one!” You instructed as you opened up the door and the kids jumped out of the car excitedly.
You shook your head and smiled. As you were getting out of the car, your foot slipped. You screamed and just when you were about to fall on the pavement, his arms held you tightly.
You froze and quickly stabled yourself, bowing to Mr. Chae. He chuckled and you fixed your dress then ran after the kids.
You told the kids to play around one area so they won’t get scattered around the park then sat on a bench and watched them. You smiled at them since they were radiating nothing but happiness and innocence.
“It’s nice to watch, isn’t it?” You heard Mr. Chae. You were about to stand up, but he pushed you down gently before sitting down next to you.
“Yes, sir” you told him.
“Drop the formality” he told you and you looked at him in confusion.
As you two were watching the kids play around, the ball they were playing with flew and landed right on Mr. Chae’s lap.
“Oh” he laughed and stood up.
You watched him walk to the kids and kick the ball softly. Soon enough they were all laughing together as they played. You smiled at Mr. Chae, not aware that he had already caught you staring but he just pretended he didn’t.
“How was that?!” He asked you as he walked back to the bench. You laughed and clapped.
“Y/n” he suddenly sounded serious. And he also came a bit closer and his arm was stretched on the bench’s back behind you.
“Yes?” Your heart raced as he got closer and closer. His face was so close to you and you hoped the kids won’t see it. You felt a bit weird as to why he’s suddenly doing this.
“Would you like some dinner later tonight?” He asked quietly. His voices sent chills down your spine. He sounded so flirty and you were taken back by his sudden offer.
“Sure” you smiled nervously, moving back slightly.
“Actually,” he started, sitting back and crossing his arms.
“I’ve been watching you for a while” he said and your heart jumped. Your cheeks heated and you avoided his gaze.
“I..I mean, you’re my type and the way you treat the kids and your responsibility..I really like that” he smiled and you looked at him again. You smiled at him.
“I hope it’s clear to you” he sounded nervous this time. He cleared his throat and you giggled.
“So, still in for tonight?” He asked and you nodded, smiling at him.
“Ooo” you heard the kids coo. You two quickly sat back, keeping some distance.
You glanced at him and he was already smiling at you.
That smile was the beginning to a very new and happy chapter of not only your life. But his life too.
Your Emison is so cute, can you please do more family ones, maybe their first rough night with their baby
Sure thing anon, here it is a sleep deprived Emison…
The piercing cry of their newborn woke the brunette up for what felt like the millionth time in the last two days. After almost twenty hours of labor and three days in the hospital they had brought their newborn son home, their tiny, perfect, loud baby boy; who seemed to have made his life purpose to make sure neither of them got any sleep. Turning over in bed she found Alison’s side of the bed empty, the sheets were already cold which meant that said blonde had been out of their bed for a while now.
She walked out of the master bedroom and she could see the light was on in the living room, as she got closer the cries from her newborn only got louder and louder. However, the wailing of her son isn’t what caught her attention but on the other hand the tears streaming down her girlfriend’s cheeks. “Hey, what wrong?”
“He won’t stop crying Em” The blonde rocked the crying infant in her last efforts to try to calm him down, “It’s been over an hour, I don’t know what to do”
“Come here, hand him over” The brunette carefully lifted the little boy out of Alison’s arms, placing his head on her shoulder, inhaling that intoxicating baby smell that up until five days ago she had only heard off. It was once again in that moment that the love for her son overwhelmed her, she didn’t know how much you could love someone you had just met, but from the moment she saw him in the delivery room she fell completely and madly in love with him. “What’s wrong buddy?” she cooed.
“He’s either needs to sleep or eat, but he’s way too stubborn to stop crying to realize that” Alison sniffled wiping away the remaining tears that stained her cheeks.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Emily inquired as she balanced back and forth trying to get the infant in her arms to calm down
“Because there’s no need for the both of us to be up, at least this way you could get a couple of hours of sleep” The blonde sat down on the living room couch as she stared intently at the two most important people in her life.
“You need your sleep way more than I need mine” Emily argued “You gave birth two days ago, you should be resting”
“Unless your nipples can now offer what mine can I need to get up” Alison huffed making Emily chuckle.
“Yeah well at least I could get up and try to help” The brunette sat down next to her girlfriend, still rocking a now whimpering little boy. “You want me to help don’t you kid?” she cooed “yes you do”
“How did you do that?” Alison asked when she realized the five day old had began to calm down. “Why did he calm down when you held him? Oh god, he hates me doesn’t he?” the blonde’s eyes began to feel with tears once more, her pregnancy hormones still going strong.
“Ali! That’s ridiculous! He could sense you were upset that’s why he didn’t calm down” Emily made sure her son was secure in her left arm before she placed her other hand on the blonde’s thigh, “He absolutely adores you, don’t you sweetheart? Tell mommy you love her” she murmured and the little boy gurgled snuggling his head against the brunette’s chest.
“I think he’s hungry” Emily stated looking over to the blonde who was running her hand over their son’s head.
“I told you” Alison sighed unbuttoning her top before she took the baby from her girlfriend’s arms, carefully situating him near her chest, “Stop staring” she smirked without taking her eyes off of her son, who immediately latched onto her.
“I’m not” Emily snickered.
“Don’t even try I can feel your eyes on me” The blonde looked at her smiling.
“What do you expect? You’re beautiful”
“I just had a baby, I’ve slept eight hours in the last two days and I’m pretty sure I have formula and spit all over me, I’m far from beautiful” Alison chuckled adjusting her son, who was furiously eating.
Emily pushed away a strand of hair out of her face, before she leaned in and placed a kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, look what you did? You’re the reason we’re a family” She placed her free hand on top of her son’s head.
“He is pretty amazing isn’t he?” Alison smiled lovingly at her son.
could I ask for something written about Cor and his little daughter? maybe that she get terribly ill and end up in hospital after cor lost his s/o and the mother of his child? qq
Ah, anon- this
flows beautifully from the last anon’s Papa!Cor request! (You sure you’re not
the same requester LOL?). I’ll write you a drabble about tiny tot Kari Leonis
and worried Papa Cor in this situation :)
It was like
the six had some kind of vendetta against Cor Leonis. First, his wife was
cruelly taken away from himself and his baby daughter Kari. And now this.
hooked up to what seemed to be countless electronic machines which worked
around the clock to measure her vitals and keep her oxygenated. The needle in
her small, bruising arm kept her sedated through a steady drip of fluids and
Cor refused to leave the room despite having lost hours of sleep in the room
watching over his baby girl.
doctors believed that it was incurable. What Kari had… was an infection borne
of the scourge. Ifrit’s bane- the poison of Eos. There was no known cure-
besides the Oracle of course. But Cor knew that despite his status as
Crownsguard marshal, he was still of common blood. And as he was common blood,
so was his daughter. There really was no possibility that Kari could be cured of
resigned himself to losing Kari, just as he had lost his wife. That was just
how things worked in the immortal’s life- he just seemed to out-live everyone
he held dear. His parents… his wife… and now hope for Kari was looking pretty
bleak as well.
Cor knew that
if he approached Regis and divulged his story to the king, the man would be on
the cause in a heartbeat. Sylva Nox Fleuret would probably be transported in to
Lucis, right into Insomnia Royal Hospital, and begin her magical treatments on
his daughter. That would be ideal.
But Cor didn’t
want to risk the chance of hearing Regis tell him no. He didn’t want to face
that possibility of rejection. He didn’t want to hold out on whim of hope that
had no right to be there in his heart and mind.
Cor took hold
of his baby girl’s tiny hand, and felt the icy skin freeze his whole being
Cor Leonis was
scared. He was absolutely terrified.
multiplied when Cor fell asleep by his daughter’s side one night, only to wake
up in the morning, holding her clammy little hand in his calloused
battle-hardened fingers with Regis sitting right beside him with a small frown
on his regal features.
Cor started, only to trail off when Regis raised his weak hand and quietly
shook his head in a decisive moment.
“Sylva is on
her way. You should go home and rest- I’ll watch our dearest Kari-”
his own incompetence and fear, Cor shook his head at Regis. “No, majesty, there
really is no need-”
“You’re like a
little brother to me Cor, and you have done so much for Lucis in such a short
amount of time. Please, let me take care of you and your family. This is not an
order from the king, but an order from your friend. Go and rest. I will call
you when Sylva arrives. For now, I will stay by Kari’s side and make sure she
is safe and well until then.”
Cor could have
cried, but he saved himself the indignity by bowing stiffly before his king and
scurrying out the room in a hurry. He averted his gaze from all hospital staff
as he made his way out of the hospital and towards his car. The drive home was
hell. He was moving further away from his dearest Kari. His vulnerable Kari.
His sweet… dying little girl.
help the pained cry that escaped his mouth, and he bit his lip hard enough so
that he broke the chapped skin. Bleeding slightly, Cor shuddered and pulled the
car to a stop before pressing his head against the top of his steering wheel
feeling so useless. He hated this waiting game. He hated that he was the
He just wanted
to be a normal father, taking his kid out to the park, playing with her,
feeding her, laughing with her and putting her to bed. He wanted to have his
wife by his side, and work in partnership with her to bring their precious
“It’s not fair…
it’s really not fucking fair.” Cor seethed to himself. The marshal didn’t have
the energy to get out of his car. There, he slept uneasily.
He awoke to
the ringing of his phone three hours later. It was Regis.
been done. Kari is okay now.” Cor blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his ears
unable to believe what he was hearing. Was he still asleep? Was this just a
terribly happy dream?
“This isn’t a
joke, right?” Cor asked, forgetting who he was speaking with. Regis chuckled
good naturedly on the other end of the line.
“No Cor, come
as quick as possible. Kari wants to see you.”
back at the hospital, ignoring the pungent scent of his sweaty clothes. He
sprinted towards Kari’s hospital room, much to the chagrin of the hospital staff,
and just barely restrained himself from slamming open the door. He couldn’t
help but break into a relieved smile as he spied the two Fleuret kids cooing at
Kari from the edge of her hospital bed. Kari herself looked tired, but happy,
as she grasped onto Ravus’ thumbs tightly.
been by an hour ago, but I sent her home- she’s almost due you see, so I wanted
her to rest.” Regis supplied, his voice soft and at ease. Cor’s eyes flittered
to the regal blonde woman sitting on a chair near the children, her eyes gazing
down adoringly at the younger ones as they interacted with each other. Regis
shot Cor a look of encouragement and the marshal stepped forward, feeling both
grateful and nervous at the same time.
Queen Sylva… I can’t even begin to express how much of a debt I owe you for
your service-” Cor began, only to shut his mouth entirely when Sylva shot him a
beautiful smile. If not for his training, Cor would have flushed dangerously
right there and then. Instead, he just stood at attention and listened to her
“I will hear
none of that, Cor Leonis. You are a credit to Lucis and a dear friend of my
ally King Regis. I am obliged to help- and I am glad I did so, my kids
absolutely adore your Kari! She’s quite the charmer!”
Cor forgot his
nervousness immediately as Kari’s name came into play. “She looks like her
mother.” Cor supplied. Sylva giggled lightly before shaking her head.
“She has your
eyes and your fiery will to live. She’s beautiful- you’ve done a wonderful job
with her. How old is she, may I ask?”
three in a few months.” At the mention of Kari’s close birthday, the Fleuret
kids turned their heads towards Cor eagerly. Cor almost gaped at how beautiful
the two Tenebrae native children were- royal kids were really something else.
arrange the celebrations? Kari is my favourite
person in the world!” Little Lunafreya exclaimed excitedly. Cor couldn’t help
but raise an eyebrow at the princess’ enthusiasm. Ravus caught Cor’s eye and
smiled in embarrassment at his sister’s out-spoken nature.
Sir Leonis, she’s four years old and terribly excited to meet a child her age.
She insists Kari is now her best friend
forever.” Lunafreya pouted at her brother and turned back towards Kari, who
was smiling happily at the blonde girl.
Kari whispered, her voice the sweetest treat to Cor’s ears. Cor moved forwards
and the Fleurets made way for him as he scooped his little girl gently into his
“I missed your
voice sweet pea. Oh Six… Sylva… thank you! You saved both our lives.”
confused. “I don’t get it.” Ravus looked up at his mother in exasperation, only
to receive a gentle smile in return. Regis stepped forward and placed a gentle
hand atop Luna’s head, gaining her wide-eyed curious attention.
would have been very sad if anything happened to Kari. But he’s very happy
because you, your brother, and your mother came all the way from Tenebrae to
help him.” Luna gasped in acknowledgement and nodded at the king.
“Can I hug Sir
Leonis?” Luna asked, adorable and innocent. Regis shrugged and shot an amused
look at an equally amused Sylva.
“I don’t see
why not, dearest.” Sylva supplied. At their mother’s permission, Luna forcibly
dragged a defeated Ravus towards Cor and threw her hands around his knees,
nuzzling the side of her face into the rough material of his pants. Ravus, a
little reluctantly, followed along and wrapped his arms around the tall man’s
waist in a comforting, innocent gesture.
The two kids
didn’t see the grateful smile and touched tears that had formed on the immortal
marshal’s face at the kindness they showed. Nuzzling his baby closer to him, he
reached down to pet both Luna and Ravus’ heads.
So… this was
what family was about. This was what made the struggles and the pain all
The call of monsters-Jeffmads- Monster au- Chapter one
James Madison wasn’t exactly a hunter, he wasn’t exactly a savior either. See the academy had two groups, the ones who would go after monsters gone rogue, monsters who killed humans, this group were called hunters. Then there were the saviors, the ones who would try to talk the monsters who didn’t know how to control themselves to coming back to the academy where they would be trained. James was in between, sometimes he would be sent to kill, sometimes he would be sent to save.
Right now? Well currently he was on a suicide mission. He was supposed to track down a shapeshifter, an incubus, both known for killing hunters and saviors, and somehow convince them to come back to the academy to be taught how to … well … not be murderous creatures of the night.
From what we know & see from Louis on SM, he would so be the kind of dad to post randomly about his child, and if he really can't see them on special occasion (which was not the case today btw.. he so could have), I can see him posting a screenshot from a FaceTime or a pic that was send to him (the twins birthday, Doris....). He would be a cute and caring dad. Not a once-every-six-months-when-I-need-promo dad
Yep. We know sharing pics is not a problem, Louis would be Tom Fletcher’s level of cooing over his kid
Headcanon: Kaneki is a merciless and brutal king and every Ghoul fears him. Then one day someone knocks on his door and sees him being super gentle with his baby just like playing around with the baby and smiling and cooing at the kid
But also consider, Kaneki making silly faces and noises at his baby, all while still wearing his mask and the baby giggles and tugs his mask off of his face and then they play peek-a-boo.
The first time I saw him was at the grocery store. He was talking to one of the workers, polite and funny. The worker pointed him in the right direction, and he bent down to grab something. When he straightened, I saw that the something he was grabbing was actually a someone, a carbon copy of him. She giggled and grabbed at his face, blonde curls bouncing. He chuckled encouragingly, tucked her against his hip, and pushed the cart down the aisle. The worker watched him go dreamily, a light flush colouring her cheeks.
My heart went out to the teen. I knew exactly how she felt. I considered following him, then decided against it. I was already struggling with enough stalker stereotypes as a male daycare worker. What kind of example would I set if I followed someone around the grocery store?
I bumped into him—literally—in the checkout aisle. The girl was running around at his feet, I was mindlessly scanning for the least busy checkout, and we ran into each other.
“Whoa!” She ran into my legs, and would’ve kept going if I hadn’t bent to wrap an arm around her. “Are you trying to escape?” I scooped her into the air, and she shrieked happily. “Here, you might wanna go back to your papa.”
He turned around, relief flooding his face. “Oh, thank god. Lulu, you’ve got to stop doing that,” he chided the girl, even as she reached out to him. “Thank you so much for catching her. It’s getting harder to keep track of my crazy girl.” I detached his daughter from my side and he scooped her up.
“It’s not a problem. I’m glad I caught her when I did.”
He grinned, and it made my heart flutter. Shifting his daughter to the other side, he reached out to shake my hand. “I’m Simon Salisbury, and you’ve already met my daughter Lucy.”
I shook his—Simon’s—hand. “Basilton Pitch. You can call me Baz.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for grabbing my girl.” Simon turned and moved forward, struggling to get his wallet out. He set Lucy in the seat of the shopping cart for a moment, and she started whining. “Needy baby girl,” Simon grumbled.
“Need a hand?” I offered.
“Um, okay. Mind holding her for just one second? She fusses every time I put her down, and fusses when I pick her up.”
“You’ve got quite a girl on your hands.” I scooped her up once more. Lucy gurgled and slapped at my face with her pudgy hands. Cooing nonsense and bouncing her lightly, I unloaded my basket. The pathetic meals for one I’d picked up made my face burn. Simon finished paying and gathered Lucy out of my arms.
“Once more, thank you for catching Lucy. You wouldn’t believe how much trouble she causes just by being herself.”
“I can only imagine. Have a nice evening.”
“Yeah, you too.”
The second time I saw Simon Salisbury was at the daycare. I was knee-deep in crying and gurgling toddlers, changing one kid while trying to console two others. Normally, there were two other people in the room with me, but today was a rarity. My Aunt Fiona was ill, and Agatha wasn’t supposed to come in until noon. Simon walked in, carrying little Lucy, and the room went silent. Well, in my mind it did. In actuality, the screaming continued. I finished changing the little guy currently on the table (Randall), and scooped another crying kid into my arms. I shifted Darcy into the baby carrier permanently attached to my chest. It came in handy in situations like this, where I had three crying kids and two arms. The rest of the goobers were crawling, napping, or playing, and therefore not crying at the moment. Bouncing three kids and cooing at them, I approached Simon.
“Well hey there, stranger.” I greeted. Simon grinned.
“I thought you looked familiar. It’s no wonder you were able to catch Lucy at high speeds if you’re holding three kids at once.” Billy Junior screamed, and I bent to grab his pacifier from his cubby.
“Your Lucy has nothing on twenty kids at once. Were you looking to enroll her?”
“I was. I love her to death, but it’s getting hard to keep bringing her to work. One of my friends recommended you, although I wasn’t expecting to meet you here, given the name of the center.” Lucy was shifting in his arms, eager to play with other kids.
“It’s named after my mother. She owned it before she passed.” Billy Jr. was done crying, so I let him down, and shifted Darcy out of the carrier.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Simon’s face dropped.
I shrugged it off. “It’s okay. Do you want to let Lucy go play while we take care of the paperwork?”
“Should you leave the kids alone?”
“I won’t. Come on.” Simon bent to drop Lucy and say goodbye, pressing a kiss on her forehead. Lucy wrapped her tiny arms around Simon’s neck for a full thirty seconds, then got distracted and ran off. Simon chuckled, just a little sadly, and followed me to the desk in the corner.
“Oh, clever.” Britney reached for my mouth with her little paws and began pulling at my lips.
“Thanks,” I managed around a toddler’s fist. “So, to properly enroll little Lucy in Nat’s Daycare, you need to fill out just a few forms.” I dislodged Brit’s hand from my mouth, set her carefully on the floor, and dug out a few forms. “The bill comes every two months. Hours are 7 am to 6 pm, and you can drop her off and pick her up at any time during those hours, just make sure you sign her in and out on the clipboard over there.” Biting the back of my pen, I gestured to the clipboard hung by the door. “We’ll add her name to the list by tomorrow. You should put down everyone who could potentially be picking her up or dropping her off on…this sheet.” I pulled out the sheet I was looking for. “Does she have any allergies?” I glanced up from the paperwork, and Simon was staring at me. “Um…”
Simon jumped. “Sorry. I was somewhere else. What did you just say?”
“How much did you miss?” It was disconcerting, having this very attractive young father stare at me.
“I got all of the information about guardians and who can pick her up. Sorry.” Simon flushed.
“It’s all right. I was just asking if Lucy has any allergies.”
“Not that we know of. And I’m not allergic to anything either.”
“Great. You can fill out these forms in here or the next room. I’m really glad you’re choosing us to take care of Lucy. Meanwhile, I have some kids to take care of.” I handed Simon the forms and a pen, and got back to work. While I was checking on the kids, refilling bottles, changing diapers, and whatnot, I picked up the phone to call Fiona.
“Hello?” She sounded stuffy, even over the phone.
“Hey Aunt Fee.”
“Oh, hi Baz. How are things holding up at the center?”
“It’s all right. We’re a little shorthanded right now.”
“Did you call Agatha and ask if she could come in earlier?” Fiona coughed loudly.
“No, I didn’t. I will. And we’ve got a new kid.”
“Wicked! Who?” Fee liked using what she thought were cool terms, but managed to sound like someone stuck in the 80s.
“Lucy Salisbury. Her dad, Simon, is just filling out the forms.”
“That’s great, Baz. Is he cute?”
“A-are you talking about Lucy?”
“Is Lucy a guy?” She deadpanned. Fiona was well-aware of my terminal homosexuality.
“He is? How old?”
“I don’t know. God, Fee, you make it sound like he’s a target.” I refilled a few bottles for a few kids, testing the milk’s warmth on my arm.
“He is, but whatever. Is Jimmy Lowes there today?”
“No, his mom called and said he was still sick.”
“Little bugger got me sick.”
“Enjoy your day at home, Fee.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She broke into a coughing fit. “Enjoy your target. I love you, Basil.”