excited to be a mommy

How to Tell if I’m in Little Space
  • High-pitched squeals in response to small animals
  • Cuddling onto anyone nearby
  • Carrying my favorite stuffy around
  • Overly excited about cake and/or ice cream
  • Saying “Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy” under my breath over and over again
  • Whining
  • Sensitive to everything
  • Making my stuffies dance and then giving them little kisses
  • Fuzzy socks~!
  • Lisp becomes more noticeable (”th” becomes “f” and “r” becomes “w” and “ll” turns into “ww”)
  • Sleepy at a reasonable time but “dun wanna go to bed”
Pennywise Jr

Imagine Bill dressing your son Roman up as Pennywise for Halloween

Your husband had spent the day going costume shopping with your four year old son Roman

“so what does my little Roman want to be for halloween?” He asked as they walked around the costume store hand in hand

“I wanna look like Pennywise daddy”

“What! You wanna look like Pennywise” He gasped and smiled

Roman nodded his head yes. They walked down isles looking for a clown costume. He pulled out the perfect costume and took his son the changing room to try it on.

“Perfect. Now lets buy this and get you home so Brian can do your facepaint”

Brian was Bills makeup artist for the movie IT . Roman jumped up and down in excitement. 

“Can we scare mommy?” He asked

Bill smirked at his son “Of course, since it’s Halloween”

After three hours of looking for the perfect costume for Roman, they arrived home and had gotten straight into his character as Pennywise Jr. Brian came over to the house to do Romans makeup while Bill was decorating the house with cobwebs and skeletons. He then placed red balloons on the mailbox.

An hour had passed and Brian was finished with his marvelous creation and left the house to finish doing other peoples makeup for a halloween party

“Thanks Brian much appreciated” Bill handed Brian money and hugged him goodbye

. You had just arrived home from work and saw that the house was decorated. Soon there would be kids at your doorstep

“Okay buddy, mommies home. Time to scare her” Bill ran around the house quickly and turned off all the lights 

“Baby im home” You walked inside the dark house, noticing that all the lights were off except the kitchen light. You followed the light and saw a red ballon floating on the ceiling. You pulled the string and saw that the ballon had words written in big bold letters “You’ll Float Too!”

Hearing a noise go past behind you, you turned around and saw something run past. Fearing for your life, you backed up against the kitchen bench and grabbed the first thing you saw. A wooden spoon.

“Whose there?” You said in a shaky voice

To be honest, you weren’t the one who liked being scared by people. You looked around and saw the light flicker, and then it turned off. You heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and then the sound of someone running up the stairs. You raised the wooden spoon ready to hit whatever was going to pounce out at you.

Walking up the stairs slowly, you saw the light from under Romans bedroom door on. Placing a hand on the handle you opened the door slowly.

“BOO!” Roman jumped from behind the door dressed as Pennywise the clown, scaring you

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, hand over your chest. Bill laughed as he cam out of the closet with his pone video recording you.

“We tricked you mommy” Roman ran up to you and gave you a tight hug to your leg, you bent over and picked him up kissing his red lips

“You sure did. Wow look at you!” You said in surprise

Bill walked over to you kissing your cheek

“Like it?” he asked “He wanted to dress as Pennywise, so I bought his costume and asked Brian to come over and do his makeup” His arm wrapped behind your back

“I wanted to look like daddy this halloween mommy” Roman giggled

“I see. You look very handsome, my little Pennywis Jr” You chuckled placing him on the floor.

There was a knock at the door, and Roman ran down stairs with you and Bill following behind.

“Boo!” Roman shouted as he opened the door seeing kids dressed as witches, vampires and other creatures. They saw Roman and screamed.

Bill laughed holding his hand to his chest.

“See! The kids got scared” He told you

You crossed your arms and tried to hold in the laughter while Roman gives each kid a candy.

“Okay bud, mommy is ganna take care of the kids and you and I are going trick or treating” Bill put on a jacket, and lifting Roman on his shoulders. As they passed you he pecked your cheek while Roman sat comfortably on his fathers shoulders.

“Be back soon darling” He said walking down the steps of the front door

“Bye mommy!” Roman waved

“No eating too much candy okay sweetie.” Making sure your son doesn’t have a sugar rush tonight

“Yes mommy, I love you”

You watched you son and husband walk through the streets of your neighborhood and dissapear. While they went out trick or treating, you stayed home and offered kids who knocked on your door for candy. 

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.

Surprise

Summary: A chill day with your son, he tells you his daddy is gonna surprise you and you think nothing of it at first.

a/n: so im back!! ive been vv busy if anyone was wondering. my macbook charger also got chewed up by my dog so no laptop, writjng has been very hard. i cant type on app because it crashes and this mobile browser SUCKS. so heres a writing butlike.. I wanted to write something for Jasmine but like I ended up really wanting to write Dad!Shawn. Bc I’m ready so ready, areyouready????? BTW I HAVE MOBILE PERMALINKS IN MY DESCRIPTION NOW IM SO EXCITED

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“Mommy, suprise!” Your 2 year old yells out after giving you a kiss on the cheek when you picked him up to carry him. It sent you and Karen laughing. He has never said that before.

“Aaliyah taught him a new word.” Karen laughed and sat down on the couch. She brought Caden home on Saturday afternoon after his weekly Friday night sleep over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. You and Shawn taught Caden how to say Grandpa and Grandma in Portuguese, which made your in-laws very happy. They watched him on the days you had to work. And on Fridays, Caden slept over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. 

“How is she?” You ask, sitting beside her. This was a weekly Saturday afternoon thing for you and Karen, catching up with each other. Letting your son play with his toys on the carpet in front of the couch. Aaliyah decided to go to University of California in Berkeley. Very long ways from home, but she loved San Francisco, which was like thirty five minutes from her apartments. 

“She’s happy to be home,” Normally, you would always see Aaliyah every time she came home from California. But you have been busy with work and Caden that you haven’t gotten the chance to. “We hear rumors from her best friend that she’s got an American boyfriend.” 

That was Karen and Manny. All of Shawn and Aaliyah’s friends loves them. Even if Shawn or Aaliyah was halfway across the continent, or even the world, their friends always talked to them. Karen and Manny knows everything that is going on with their children’s friends, not hearing it from their children, but hearing it from the friends themselves that updates them. 

“Shawn’s gonna love that.” Emphasizing on love.

Karen laughs again, “I can already tell.”

Even if Aaliyah was already in her second year of College, Shawn still disliked the idea of her getting a boyfriend. When she bought her first boyfriend home, Shawn scared the poor boy off. In his defense, Aaliyah was only 17. But in her defense, you and Shawn were 17 when you started dating. Because of that, if the two of you had a baby girl, she would probably get married at sixty. 


“What did you do at Avó and Vovô’s yesterday?” You ask, standing near the floor to ceiling windows, drinking tea while your son was playing with his cars on the floor.

“Uhm,” He replied, not giving any less attention to his toys. “I saw Daddy.” He said in his cute little voice. It always amazes you how smart this kid is and how much words he says. Not thinking much of what he said, you figured that Shawn probably FaceTimed his parents. 

“Yeah, what did Daddy say?” You missed Shawn dearly while he was promoting his new album. Sooner or later, he’s gonna be gone for tour again. 

“I dunno,” Caden blurted his answer your question, he was too focused on his toy cars to care about your question.

“Daddy’s gonna come home soon, you know it?” You smile at your 2 year old. You knew he misses his Dad, but you knew he doesn’t have the concept of soon.

“Yes!” He yelled. “Daddy’s gonna come home latuh.” 

“No, Cadence,” Mentioning his full first name. Shawn wanted to name him something to do with music and you weren’t even sure what cadence means, you got lost when Shawn was explaining it to you. But you did like the name. “Not later. Soon though.”

Caden didn’t give you any attention after that, kids whenever they were distracted. You stared out the windows of the house that you and Shawn built after you got married. Both of you definitely wanted to start a family with kids in mind, and Shawn’s pretty condo in Downtown Toronto wasn’t the place you wanted to raise your kids in. It was obviously decided the house to be in Pickering, close to Downtown Toronto and both of your parents. It’s a gorgeous 5 bedroom house with a spacious kitchen, big backyard, a basement for Shawn’s ‘mancave’, and a lot more. You joke around about living the American dream in Canada a lot. 

“Mommy, surprise!” Caden yells and hands you his toy car. It was such a cute gesture that your heart melted.

“Oh, thank you, honey.” You messed with his curly waves that was just like Shawn’s. If he saw this, he would be so happy.

You missed Shawn dearly. He’s been gone for a month, going to different places every other day. A phone call at least once a day if he’s not busy. A FaceTime if he’s on the bus or in a hotel room. He still has a month left before the promo ends, then he’s going to tour soon after that. You and Caden are hopefully going on tour with him for a short time, your little boy isn’t really fond of traveling.

You missed Shawn so much you couldn’t help but talk to your son. “Caden, I miss your daddy. Do you?” 

“No,” Caden looks at you for a second and goes back to playing with his toys. He looks so much like Shawn, except Caden got your nose and face shape. You and Shawn knew he’s gonna be so good looking. 

“I see daddy yestuhdey.” You laugh at how he said yesterday, but in the back of your head, you thought that maybe Shawn is in town and Caden did see him. You shrugged the idea off since it was quite impossible. 

You stare out the window, watching the few cars pass by. You knew whose car each one of them were since they live in the neighborhood. You spot Aaliyah’s car and got excited as her car turned the curb to get to your house. You moved away from the windows to go to the kitchen to make Aaliyah coffee. As you walked past your son, you gave him a kiss on the forehead, telling him that his Auntie Liyah is here. 

You got the Keurig heating up when you heard the front door open and close shut. Your heart skipped a beat, being so excited to see your sister-in-law. You figured that she let herself in, which you don’t mind at all. It was just Aaliyah. 

 You were very surprised not to see Aaliyah standing in the living room, but found Shawn instead. He had Caden in his arms. He put Caden down once you were standing in front of each other. You couldn’t say anything aside from jump on him and give him a hug. Almost knocking him over because you caught him off guard. 

“Oh,” Shawn chuckled while he had you in his arms. He had been missing you and Caden a lot. Shawn had a week off all in all, due to something happening in the cities he was gonna go to. It was only a few hours plane ride to Toronto, he couldn’t help but go home. “I missed you too.” He put you down on the ground after a tight hug. 

“What? How are you here?” You watched him as he picked the now sleepy Caden up. Caden putting his head on his daddy’s shoulder. 

“I’ll explain later.” Shawn gives you that jaw dropping smile. You missed him so much.

Shawn whispered something into your son’s ear that you couldn’t hear, it made Caden lift his head and yelled, “Surprise, mommy!” Caden is like Shawn’s carbon copy. They both had this goofy smile on their faces. You figured out why Aaliyah taught your son the word. 

“You two are too cute. Come here, give mommy a kiss,” You smile at two of your favorite guys in the whole world. 

 Caden pouting his lips and leaning in to give you a sound and wet kiss. “Mwah,” he makes the noise every time he gives a kiss. It was too cute, you couldn’t help but giggle. 

Shawn leaned in to give you a quick smack. He wanted to kiss you longer, but your son was present. Caden was also impatient and sleepy, wanting his daddy to put him in bed for nap time. Shawn happily agreed to. 

 Once Shawn put your son in bed, it was time for the both of you. All cuddled up on the couch, John Mayer softly playing in the background, you guys caught up on everything that wasn’t mentioned in the calls. 

good boy (M)

pairing: sub! jungkook x reader 

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut 

warnings: body worship, rimming, gentle femdom, mommy kink, hes kind of a sugar baby??, some light name calling, begging, cum play, and my favorite kink, genuine love and affection, im sorry no one asked for this 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

It was a bad day, you woke up late, hurt Jungkookie’s feelings prying him off of you so you could at least try to be on time, didn’t have the time to kiss the tears from his eyes before you left, and to top it all off your staff was incompetent. Fucking hell if you had to explain the same damn presentation again for the third time today when it’s their job to listen to you you were ready to fire them all and hire an entirely new board of advisers.

 Being the CEO of a major technology company was not really what it was cracked up to be. 

Sure you were rich but with that came the endless struggle of men beneath you claiming that you weren’t good enough for your job, being responsible for way too many people, and being busy all the damn time. You were trying to explain to your workers that if they actually did the jobs that you were paying them to do then your company would have a 15% increase of profits. You had spent the week prior going through all of the books to see where your company was lacking and it all added up to all of your workers slacking off just a little but it added up to a major decrease in profits. Much to your chagrin the workers didn’t seem to have the capacity to understand that you didn’t pay them over $35 an hour to half ass their job. Getting increasingly frustrated you practically exploded, explaining everything that they were doing wrong once again but more aggressive this time and storming out to take a half day and go back home after threatening all of their jobs if the numbers didn’t look better within the next month.

You needed to relax but you knew that when you got home you would be greeted with a watery Kook. He never seemed to fare well when you had to move fast, always clinging to you, whispering pleas and cries just to keep you by his side, but ultimately, you had a job to do and he still needed to go to college. There were some days that when you don’t give in to his every whim and put your foot down he’s a brat and loves to pout or throw a tantrum when you return home, refusing to let you comfort him out of sheer attitude. Other days that you neglect him he gets even more needy, practically attaching himself to you and not letting you go the moment you walk back in the door, his eyes looking perpetually wet from being left alone to his own devices, needing reassurance that you are always happy to give him that yes, yes baby I do love you I just can’t leave my job, how would I buy you all your pretty things then? And today seemed to be the latter with how sad he was looking that morning as you walked out the door.

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Harry Styles Imagine - He finds out you’re pregnant

Your P.O.V.

The stick in my hand wasn’t showing anything yet. My nerves were killing me and I felt like I’d explode. For two weeks I had been experiencing morning sickness and I’ve been really bad, my period was late and I felt moody. So I got a pregnancy test and I was currently waiting for the answer. I was scared. 

If I was pregnant, how would Harry take it? We had been together for a little past two years and he was at the top of his career at the moment, getting more popular day by day if that was even possible. I feared that he wouldn’t take this well although he loved the thought of a family. Harry was good with kids but was he ready for own one?

A beep snapped me out of my thoughts. My E/C eyes scanned the white stick and my heart jumped to my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. The test had two blue lines on it. That meant that I was pregnant. I nearly dropped it from my hand and I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t alarm Harry. He was still asleep, probably exhausted from his work.

Shock took over me. I started to think about all the worst possibilities, replaying them in my head and making it seem worse. I stood up with weak legs and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was a little dull because I felt so sick, my hair was still messy and I had tears rolling down my face. Suddenly I sobbed and then I held my breath. This wasn’t good.

We had used protection. One of them must’ve been bad or something but now I was pregnant with Harry. Harry Styles would be a father. 

I put the test down and then I ran my hand through my hair, feeling purely terrified and frustrated. ‘’Is everything alright in there?’’ I heard Harry’s raspy morning voice. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to gather myself. ‘’Yes, I’m going to take a shower’’ I answered as happily as I could. Harry knew me well and I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not. ‘’You sure you’re alright? I think I heard you crying’’ He admitted and tried to open the door but it was locked.

My body started trembling because I was scared. I didn’t want Harry to find out just yet. ‘’I just hit my toe’’ I lied, feeling awful about it. ‘’Baby open the door’’ Harry sighed, obviously not buying my lies. I wiped my tears away and unlocked it, letting him walk in. Little did I remember the test on the counter. Harry saw that I had bloodshot and glossy eyes. It made him look sad.

‘‘What’s wrong?’‘ He cooed and pulled me into a hug. I bit my lips together, drawing blood as I tried not to break down. ‘‘Something..happened’‘ I began but then my feelings took over. Warm, salty tears escaped my tired eyes and I clinged onto Harry, feeling like my world fell apart. He held me close and rubbed my back with his hand. Harry didn’t like to see me sad. He usually tried to cheer me up by telling jokes or cooking with me. We could watch movies and then talk things through.

But now I needed a cry. I was afraid I’d lose Harry, the love of my life. He treated me so nicely and I wanted to treat him the best as well. With him, I was the happiest. So if he wouldn’t take this well, I wouldn’t be sure what I’d do with my life.

Suddenly Harry froze, stopping whatever he was doing. I felt how his muscles tensed around me. Then he stepped back and looked into my eyes. I saw how his forest green ones were wide open and his pinkish lips were parted. His expression seemed shocked yet unsure. It confused me because I didn’t tell him yet.

‘‘Y/N..is that-’‘ Harry tried to ask me but nothing came out. He was looking at something beside us. I tilted my head and saw the pregnancy test. My body froze and I stepped back, feeling dumb since I left it there, for anyone to see. Then I hurried to grab it and hold it against my chest. Harry and I just stared at each other silently for a while. 

We were both dumbfounded with a million thoughts running through our heads. His eyes got glossy and then he broke the silence. ‘’Is that what I think it is?’’ Harry asked me with a small voice.I sniffled and nodded. ‘’I’m pregnant’’ I managed to push the words out of my mouth. My head hurt and I felt like spinning. I had to sit down so I sat on the floor, hugging my knees as I stated crying.

That’s it. Harry would leave me.

‘‘I’m s-sorry, please don’t..go’‘ I sobbed and tried to look at Harry. He looked at me with a blue look before joining me on the floor. He looked at the test, probably wondering how it happened or when. He knew we always used protection and the worst thing that could happen was that he’d suspect I had cheated on him. I hadn’t. I would never do that to Harry.

Harry put the test down and then pulled me on his lap. It took me by surprise as he hugged me tightly, like he would never let me go. ‘’This is amazing..’’ Harry managed to say and then he faced me, tears in his eyes yet he was smiling so brightly. I didn’t understand anything.

‘‘Aren’t you..mad?’‘ I asked him and looked away, feeling embarrassed. Harry cupped my face and wiped away my tears. ‘‘No. I would never be mad at something like this.Why would you think so?’‘ He wanted to know, speaking with a soft voice. My heart started fluttering as my fears vanished. They were replaced my joy and excitement. Was this real? Were we going to be parents?

‘‘I just thought since you’re so successful and I was scared this would ruin things’‘ I admitted honestly. Harry shook his head as I spoke. ‘‘My career isn’t bigger than this Y/N. You know you can tell me anything’‘ He cooed lovingly, sniffling a little bit. He made me smile.

‘‘We’re going to be parents’‘ I whispered and then laughed, having tears on my face at the same time. ‘‘Mommy Y/N’‘ Harry said, getting excited as well. ‘‘Daddy Harry’‘ I answered and we both hugged again.Harry’s strong arms held me close to him and I was holding onto his shirt. We just cried from happiness. This time I felt relieved. 

I was so lucky that I found Harry. He was the best boyfriend ever and I knew he’d be the best father as well.

A/N: I hope you like this. I have written really really little pregnancy things. Any thoughts? :)

The Flying Graysons - Dick Grayson x Reader

I present to you a fluffy happy peace offering for my actions this weekend. I just realized that I actually have not yet written Dick as a father, which is a shame since he’s so great with children.

Tagging: @memento-scribet @speedypan @cait-writes-stuff @birbs-and-the-bat

Words: 1295


“Come on Little Bird! We don’t want to keep Mister Haly waiting!” Dick squeezes the tiny hand of your daughter and she all but runs to return to her place between the two of you, her black curls bouncing with every step.

The three of you walk through the mostly empty parking lot leading to the circus tent. Since Dick’s childhood show was back in town, you thought it would be a good opportunity to take your daughter to see where her dad grew up. When you mentioned the idea to Dick, his face lit up, and he immediately called his old ringmaster to see if they could come early before the show and show little Mary around.

“Daddy, will there be clowns at the circus?” Mary asks and looks at Dick with her big blue eyes and a furrowed brow.

“Yes, baby. There are clowns at the circus. Why do you ask?”

“Because clowns are scary,” she pouts at him, and you can see his heart melting at her stare.

“Mary, clowns are just people with funny clothes and makeup on who like to act silly,” you say.

“Then why does Uncle Wally talk about them being bad?”

“Because Uncle Wally is silly and doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Dick says as he picks her up and places her on his shoulders. The sudden action causes her to squeal and laugh as she clutches to Dick’s hair to keep from falling off.

Her laughter stops when you walk into the tent, and you look up to see her little face is filled with awe.

The circus performers aren’t in costume yet, but they are practicing and warming up for tonight’s performance. You note that Mary’s eyes are particularly drawn to the animals on the far side of the ring.

“Look Daddy! Elfants!” She points excitedly and leans forward, causing Dick to lower his head a bit.

“Yes, Little Bird, I see the elephants.” He gently picks Mary back up and places her on the ground, much to her dismay.

“Well if it isn’t my boy Dick Grayson!” Comes a booming voice from the center of the ring. You look up to see a balding man with white hair making his way toward your family. “I’d know you anywhere! Though I will say you’re much bigger than the last time I saw you.”

“The same could be said about you, Mister Haly!” Dick waves at the man and starts leading you and Mary down the stairs onto the floor.

“Please, Dick! Just call me Jack already! No need to make an old man feel older than he already is,” Haly laughs. He pulls Dick into a tight hug and pats him on the back. “It’s good to see you boy.” He looks past Dick’s shoulder to you and Mary. “And who are these beautiful ladies you’ve brought with you?”

“Jack, this is my wife, Y/N,” Dick says and you step forward to shake Jack’s hand, though Mary clings to your leg, suddenly acting very shy.

“And that Little Bird right there is Mary,” Dick gestures to your daughter, who’s blue eyes and black hair are just about all Jack can see with her hiding behind you.

At the mention of Mary’s name Jack’s eyes grow misty and he looks at Dick. “You know, I didn’t think that Mary Grayson would ever be in this ring again. I still miss them, kiddo. But then I’m sure you do, too.”

“I do, but I’m sure they’d be happy with the life I’ve found,” Dick laces his fingers through yours, and you smile at him.

“I’m sure you’re right,” Jack says. He turns around and tries to lighten the mood. “So, Dick. How would you like to try out the trapeze? For old times’ sake?”

Dick smiles and starts walking to the ladder leading to the platform. “You know what, Jack? I think that sounds great!”

“Mommy, what’s Daddy doing?” Mary asks as she pulls on your hand.

“He’s going to do some tricks for us like he used to when he was a kid.” You say as you pick her up and hold her to your hip.

“That’s right Mary! Your daddy is one of the best fliers I’ve ever seen!” Jack says in an animated voice that instantly gains Mary’s trust and causes her to giggle.

“But he’s really high up. What if he falls?” She asks when Dick gets to the top.

“That’s what that net is for.” You point and make sure she sees that if Dick falls the net will catch him. One of the performers hands Dick a bar and he steps to the edge.

When he jumps Mary lets out a yelp of fear, but when Dick swings back up and does a flip on the bar, she gets excited.

“Look Mommy! Daddy’s flying!”

“It’s just like riding a bike.” Jack smiles. Dick does one more flip before releasing the bar and landing safely on the net. “A Grayson never forgets how to fly.”

“I’m a Grayson! I want to fly!” Mary starts wiggling out of your arms. Dick is back on the ground and is making his way back to you. Mary takes your hand and pulls you toward Dick. “Daddy! Daddy! I want to fly, too!”

“Are you sure, Mary? It can be scary at first.”

“Yes, Daddy! I want to fly like you!” Mary is practically bouncing up and down in excitement.

“She reminds me of you when you were her age!” Jack laughs at your side.

Dick must see the worry in your eyes because he gets down on Mary’s level to talk to her. “Okay, Little Bird. I can take you flying. But you have to ask Mommy if it’s okay with her.”

Mary spins back around and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. “Please, Mommy! Can I go fly with Daddy?!” While you have no problems with telling your daughter ‘no,’ the real fight is saying ‘no’ to Dick’s pleading eyes. You can tell that he wants to do it more than anything. To give her this tiny piece of his childhood.

“Okay, Mary.”

“YAY!!!” Mary screams in excitement, and Dick looks at you with a bit of concern.

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes, Dick. As much as it scares me, I trust you more than anyone else in the world. And she deserves to feel what you feel when you’re up there.” He smiles at you and kisses your cheek.

“Thank you,” Dick whispers in your ear before pulling back and taking Mary up the ladder with him, making sure that she doesn’t slip and fall.

You and Jack return to where you had been standing before to watch. When Dick and Mary get to the top, the other performers put a harness on Mary for safety, and Dick takes the trapeze bar. You can tell by Mary’s body language that she is second guessing her decision. Dick throws one leg over the bar and holds onto the swing with one hand while the other holds Mary close to his body, and he kicks off from the platform.

Mary screams when they first take off, but it quickly turns into laughter once Dick holds onto her with both hands and hangs the two of them upside down off the bar. He then swings back up and she laughs again and throws her arms around her father’s neck.

You can’t help but smile at both of your blue eyed black haired birds, flying above the world.

“You know, it would be nice to advertise for the Flying Graysons again.” Jack smiles and pokes you in the side. “That little one is a natural. She’s definitely a Grayson.”

“Yes.” You smile. “Yes she is.”

goodbye, stiles stilinski || stiles stilinski

author: @sincerelystiles 
pairing: stiles x reader 
word count: 2,168

authors note: this is the first time i wrote for stiles in months and oh my god i missed it. this is set a little while after teen wolf ended and there is a small time jump too. also, big thanks to @heyitskatrina for proof reading and giving me some amazing feedback!!

summary: with times moving ahead of them, it’s time for stiles to say goodbye to his past and open the doors of his future. 


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Black Butterflies - 2

Oh my god I felt so emotional writing this. I literally cried. I’d recommend to listen to this while reading it.

Adele - Someone like you (Live at Albert Hall)

Part - 1

Word count :: 1440


After that night, when Rose told you that she saw Harry kissing someone called Kristine you couldn’t help but go and ask Harry whether it was true or not. And what you feared the most happened. He accepted the fact that he was with a girl called Kristine but he denied that she was the reason the divorce.

“It’s no’ her love. I feel like I am suffocating yeh keeping with meh. Wan’ yeh happy” He explained. Tears filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on the ground of the house that you once called yours.

“Does she makes you happy?”

“wha’?

“Does she makes you happy H?” You asked a little louder this time.

“Yes. Very happy”

And that was enough for you to leave him. Walk out of his life. If he was happy then you had to be happy for him. Even if it costed a lot to you.


It’s been four week, a month since you both filed for a divorce. The pain was dreadful. It kept eating you alive day by day. It wasn’t easy. How could be? How could it be when your husband found someone else, when he gave up on the knot that held you both together. You tried so hard to smile for your kids, to explain them how you always were gonna be with him but ever hope was dead. Rose and Noah kept asking you why Harry and you are living separately.  All you cloud reply was, ‘because god wants that peaches’. And they both stopped the questions when they saw tears in your eyes. They matured.

Ever night was spent crying and you wondered how long are you gonna continue doing it? Maybe till the end.

Today Harry was coming over at your house. Rental house actually. You had asked for a full custody of your kids as you clearly couldn’t trust the man who left you for someone else, would be able to take care of your kids. He wanted to take kids to Disney land before you guys clear the divorce. He wanted to have them all by himself for a week and you couldn’t deny. Kids missed him and were jumping up and down when they heard that their father wanted to see them. But Rose noticed the tears in your eyes and walked to you.

“We won’t go if you don’t want us to” she said wiping your. Your little girl grew a lot in these few months since yours and harry’s marriage started falling. She was always there with you when you needed someone. She was a lot in a five years old body.

You shook your head and kissed the palm of her hand.

“Go sweetheart,” You said and pulled her in a hug and smiled through tears when Noah joined. It was just you three now. Rose and Noah were all you had.

You wiped your hand with a towel and made your way to the front door. He was here. After a month you’d see him face to face. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, but the breath you took in  stuck in your throat when you saw he wasn’t alone. She was with him.

She had long beautiful brunette hair, her eyes hazel and glossy. she was much younger than you and harry. Her body was perfect. She was absolutely breathtaking. You felt inferior in front of her.

Stepping aside you let the couple in. Couple. The word made you sick, the same word that you had pride on whenever someone used it for you both in past.

“This is Kristine and baby this is Y/n. My wi- ex wife” Harry said blinking a few times before wrapping his arms around Kristine’s petite body. She smiled at you which you returned with a small one.

“Thought t’make yeh meet her. Maybe talk?” Harry said rubbing back of his neck.

“Talk about what?!”

You didn’t meant to come out this hard making Kristine flinch. Harry noticed and you could see anger in his eyes but as he opened his mouth to speak, you turned your back to him and walked upstairs to get the kids. Walking quickly in your room, you closed the door and slide down leaning on it with a hand on your mouth to muffle your cries. Your heart was thumping with pain and your chest felt heavy. You could hear the conversation going on.

“Im sorry baby. She huh i’ll ask her t’apologize” Harry sounded angry.

“It’s okay sweet. She’s hurt” She said. Her voice was so soft and sweet. You couldn’t help but cry at her kindness. You regretted not being like her. You wished, if you were like her then you would’ve been at her place. After crying for good 20 minutes, you washed your face and grabbed the bags. Walking down the alley, you heard a soft voice coming from Noah’s room. You stood at the door where Kristine sat. Her back facing you with Noah sitting on ground with his toys sprawled all over the floor.

“You look exactly like your father, with a mixture of your mommy. You have you father’s handsome looks but innocent eyes of your mommy” She said admiring Noah. He noticed you standing and ran straight in your arms. You lifted him up and set on your hip. Kristine turned back and got up as soon as she saw you and walked to you.

“You have beautiful kid. Just like you” She said rubbing back of Noah’s head. You nodded and passed her a gentle smile.

“I-I am sorry Y/n”

“No it’s alright. It’s not your fault. Things fall apart when one isn’t willing to fight. ” With that you made your way downstairs. Padding down the wooden stairs, loud shrieks and giggles of Rose filled your heart. You felt your heart warming up for like first time in ages. You missed the laughs of your daughter. There was a time when the house was always filled with love and giggles but with time it faded away. And you were happy that Harry was bringing the love for his kids back.

“Mommy look!!!!” Rose that in excitement. Her face was illuminated like a candle. Her face was pink because of his happiness. You missed seeing her like this. She ran to you and showed you the princess watch her daddy got her. Seeing his father, Noah too immediately ran to him and hugged his leg. You were busy listening to Rose when loud cries of Noah grabbed your attention.

“Oh my god wha’s wrong man?” Harry asked picking the little toddler to was latched to his leg crying. Noah instantly wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and continued sobbing.

“i miss dadda” he cried. Seeing him so emotional brought tears to both of yours and harry’s eyes. Harry pulled Noah and sniffed,

“Dadda missed yeh too baby”

———
“Okay so don’t forget to give them warm milk before going to bed.” You said handing Harry their bag.

“I know love, they’re my kids too” He chuckled taking the bag. You bite you tongue back from saying something that might ruin his day. Ignoring his words, you leaned down and pecked your kids head.

“Be good for mommy yeah? Don’t trouble Kristine” You said pulling them in a hug as they mumble a ‘i love you’.

“They can call her mommy” Harry said interfering and it was enough.

“I am their mommy. They can call her aunty but not a mom” you snapped and stood up. Harry’s eyes reflected your angry image as he stared at you for a moment before going out and tucking the kids in car.

“Nobody can take your place Y/n. You’re their mommy and will always be. I’m gonna take care of them like my own, don’t you worry” Kristine said turning to you.

“I’d appreciate. Thank you very much” You said keeping your gaze ahead on the car that had your kids.

“You’re very strong. I can’t imagine begin at your place.” She said. Her voice cracking at the end.

“I pray to god you never have to” You said blinking the tear away finally looking at her. Her red eyes searched your for any emotion but all they got was pain. The loud car horn snapping her to reality as she made her way to the car.

“I pray you never have to” You whispered.

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Sad innit? Did you like Kristine?

Comfort and Peace

Comfort and Peace
Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader
Word Count: 2,363
Warnings: angsty, swearing, fluff, pregnancy
Authors: Sam
Request: Anonymous — Hi! Could you write a God!Chuck x reader? The reader & him were kind of together before he left. Weeks after Chuck’s disappearance, Y/N discovers she’s pregnant. When Chuck comes back, he asks for her but she retired from hunting, simply helping from time to time. So the boys call her to come, Chuck explains all, but Y/N ignores him & don’t want to tell the child is his…. end is yours! Angsty & fluffy, do as you please.
A/N: Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I hope that you guys like this! I do want to say, I changed a little bit of the request around because I felt that it would work better. It still incorporates a lot of what is asked for, just a little less detail on some things.


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*Flashback (5 years earlier)*

You sat there legs sprawled out on the floor as your back rested against the cabinet in the bathroom at Bobby’s house. At the moment in time, you know four things were for certain: 1.) The love of your life, Chuck Shurley, has disappeared without a word and/or trace; 2.) The world was ending because of the apocalypse, great timing; 3.) It was your birthday; and 3.) Welp, the little stupid pee stick that you held in your hand indicated that you were pregnant with said love of your life.

Your emotions were running wild, something that wasn’t typical for you. It was early in the morning and you had been sick again for the second week in a row in the mornings. You never really thought about it. It never occurred that you could have been pregnant until the morning sickness was getting more persistent. Then out of no where, Chuck disappeared. You sat there contemplating how you were going to explain to the boys and Bobby, AGAIN, why you couldn’t go on another hunt.

“What the hell am I going to do?” you cried quietly by yourself with many difficult decisions that you were now going to face alone.

***

*Present Time (5 years later*

You stared outside of the window in your house as you reminisced of that day 5 years ago. That was the last day you ever went on a hunt. You knew what you had to do, and it was the best decision of your life. It was difficult to give up hunting, so instead you’ve helped here and there whenever you could.

The thoughts of that day were cut off by the sound of little pitter patter of feet running toward you. You felt that spark and comfort you got each time his little fingers pulled on yours. You looked down to see a little blue-eyed, dark curly haired boy, grinning at you with his 2 front teeth missing. This little boy was the pride and joy of your life, and you named him Robby, short for Robert, after Bobby Singer, who was like a father figure to you.

“Momma,” he tugged on your hand, “When are we gonna go see Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Casshiel?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his inability to say Cas’s name. Even though you weren’t hunting anymore, you spent a lot of time with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Thankfully, the three men have become surrogate father figures to Robby over the years, and you were happy about that.

Your hand ruffled his head as you bent down, “We’ll head over in a little bit. Are you excited for your birthday party?”

“Yayy! Yes I am! Guess what Mommy?!” he was very eager to tell you what was on his mind. “Uncle Casshiel said that I can play with his wings if I’m careful because I like how soft they are,” he squeed with joy.

That was one of Robby’s special gifts. He could see the wings of other angels. There were also times that if you were scared or felt threatened, a simple touch of the cheek from Robby and you felt comfort and peace. You never understood why this happened. It confused everyone around you that you were close with. Even with all the research and resources you had in the bunker, no one could provide an answer as to why your son had the effect he did on others.

***

You drove in your Dodge Ram truck, playing some music and letting Robby “rock out” to the music that Dean gave him. The moment that you pulled up to the bunker and stopped the truck, Robby jumped out and giggled his way to the entrance and through the doors.

You chased after your energetic little boy quickly around the corners of the bunker and into the library, “Slow down you goof! You don’t want to get hur—“

As you rounded the corner, Robby halted in his tracks, but then immediately came to your side and grabbed your hand. He tugged at your hand. You were confused because you knew he always ran to Cas the moment he got there. That’s when you looked up and a wave of emotions flowed through you. They ranged from pure anger, confusion, betrayal, and a broken heart. They all flooded back to you from 5 years ago. There stood the man, the love of your life, who left without a word. You were too concerned with your emotions, but eventually were pulled back to reality by Robby who tugged even harder at your hand.

“Mommy?” he questioned curiously.

You bent down to your little boy, looking into the similar colored eyes as his father who was across the room from you. You attempted to hold back the tears that you felt well up in the corner of your eyes, but you smiled through them.

“Who is the man over there?” he pointed with his finger in a quite voice like a typical 5 year old would.

You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “Jut an old friend baby, it’s okay.”

You really wanted to say to him ‘That’s your asshole father who abandoned us before you were born,’ but you decided against it. Because deep down, you always wanted Robby to have a relationship with his dad, even though Chuck didn’t know Robby was his child.

Robby let go and ran over to greet Chuck like he did with any stranger. In that way, he was very much like you, a people person. He grabbed Chuck’s hand, pulled him down to his height, and began to shake his hand.

“Hi! I’m Robby! It’s my birthday! Want to be my friend?” he gleamed with a proud smile on his face.

Chuck smiled and chuckled with confidence in his tone. That was different. There was something definitely different from the Chuck you knew 5 years ago who would’ve acted awkward. Now, there was a difference about his presence and you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Hi Robby! I’m Chuck! Happy birthday! Of course I’ll be your friend little guy!” Chuck responded with a glowing smile.

“Yay!! More friends for my birthday!” he squealed with excitement. Just as his mind does, he jumped over to Cas to pull him into another room. “Come on Uncle Casshiel! Let’s go play!”

“Okay Robby, but we have to be careful,” Cas’s voice trailed off into the halls of the bunker.

You realized that you hadn’t moved in the last few moments of the conversations that had been held. You walked closer to the three men and faced them.

You glared at the two men who towered over you and Chuck, glaring at them both.

Chuck looked at you with those sweet, blue eyes that you fell in love with years ago, “Y/N,” he spoke gently.

You held your hand up and stopped him. “No. Screw you. I don’t know why the hell you are here, but I don’t even want to hear what you have to say,” you yelled with force behind your voice as if you were scolding your own child.

Sam came up next to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. Normally you would accept the gesture from your brother-like friend, but this time you shrugged off his touch. “Sam stop…” you spoke gently.

“Fuck no…” you said angrily, “Today is my son’s birthday… I’m not letting this ruin today. I’m going to get ready.” You walked away to the kitchen to prepare the food and cake. This was NOT how you anticipated today to go at all.

“She’s never going to forgive me…” Chuck sat down and buried his face in his hands.

“Well, you sort of left her…” he paused momentarily, “us.” Clearly Dean was still angry with Chuck’s sudden return, but knew he would had reasons.

“Give her some time… She will need it, and then you can tell her. However, it may be better to keep a distance when everyone comes over today,” Sam suggested with empathy in his voice.

Chuck nodded and struggled with his emotions of wanting to grab you and hug you, but knowing it would ruin everything.

***

The day flew by, and surprisingly, the party went really well. Much to your surprise, even though Chuck was around, you still didn’t allow that to ruin your day. Even though you were still angry, once everyone started to show up, you forgot about the whole thing once you saw how happy Robby was with his friends, the party, and his gifts.

The two of you sat on the couch, relaxing from the running around and eating all day. Sam, Dean, and Das offered to clean up everything and to let you two relax. Robby had his head on your lap as you stroked his curls gently. He was slowly falling asleep in the mini trench coat that Castiel got him and the Batman shirt that Dean got him. It made you smile with the thoughts that your son was truly loved by many.

You looked up and saw a figure come from the corner of your eye. Chuck sat diagonal to you in the chair next to the couch. Without a word, he sat there and just watched you caress Robby’s hair as he fell into a slumber. There were so many things you wanted to say like go away, but when Chuck was around, his presence, it brought you peace and comfort, just like Robby. Even when you were angry.

The silence was lingering and began to get under your skin, you couldn’t take it anymore. “What do you want?” you glared at him, but your wall was breaking, it always did with him around.

“I just want to talk. Explain. Ask questions…” he trailed off looking into your eyes. They captivated you each time you looked into them.

You rolled your eyes. This was everything you wanted 5 years ago. For him to come back and explain everything. Now, now you just wanted to live your life, even though you were still in love with him. You couldn’t find the words, though they were as simple as ‘okay.’

“He’s beautiful… Definitely a special little boy…” he stated with that questioning look on his face. You knew that face. He was thinking seriously about something.

“Y/N… Robby’s… 5 right?” he questioned.

You felt the lump in your throat and the knot in your stomach. “Yes.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation right now, but had a feeling it was going to happen anyways.

The two of you looked into each others eyes, allowing him to read you. That’s when it hits him. His eyes widen and you can see tears in his eyes.

“He’s… mine… Isn’t he?” his voice quivered, but you saw a small smile on his face.

There it was. He got it. You couldn’t speak, so you nodded as you felt the tears coming down your cheeks now, warm and hot.

Chuck moves next to you on the couch, and at first you tensed up, but the moment his hand went to your knee, there again was that comfort and peace.

You turned your head to look at Chuck as he began to speak. “Y/N. I left for a reason. There’s no other way to say this, but… I’m God. I left because it was the apocalypse and I needed to go into hiding. I needed to protect you… and our son…”

The first thing that came out of your mouth was a whole-hearted laugh, but you had to remind yourself that Robby was sleeping on your lap. “You’re shitting me right? God? No. You’re a prophet Chuck. Seriously. How cute,” you said with annoyance. How could he just say shit like that?

“I’m telling you the truth Y/N. I am. Have you noticed any of Robby’s powers or special gifts?” he asked, knowing the truth now that he figured out Robby was his son.

Stunned, your jaw slightly dropped. Unless the boys said something, which you were sure you didn’t, you weren’t sure how Chuck knew that.

“How —“ Chuck cut you off as he noticed Robby began to stir and sit up.

You moved slightly so Robby could stand in the from of you. Rubbing his eyes, the young boy began to yawn and talk, “I can see Daddy’s wings, Mommy. They’re pretty.”

Shocked at the words that came out of your son’s mouth, there was no way he actually heard the conversation that you and Chuck just had. Yet, he still called him Daddy, and said that Chuck had wings.

Before you could say anything else, Robby touches your cheek with his hand and touches Chuck at the same time. Within moments, you see his eyes glow bright blue and you look over at Chuck and see his wings, and your son’s. Both similar in color, both stunning and beautiful. White gold, flickers of many colors between each movement.

“Holy… shit…” there really weren’t any other appropriate words that could have came out of your mouth.

Robby moved his hands and their wings disappeared. He smiled with his toothless grin as he looked between you and Chuck. “Mommy, Daddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Chuck’s one hand grabbed yours. This was his way of showing you that it was true. “I love you, Y/N. I will take care of you both, I promise. I need you in this life. Please,” he cupped his other hand against your cheek, calming you instantly.

Tears rolled down your cheek and you nodded. “I love you too, Chuck.” Deep down, you know it would take time for things to get better, but this was supposed to be your family and future all along. He pulled you in for a kiss, and it felt perfect.

“EWWW!” Robby groaned in the front of you as he covered his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

You and Chuck laughed, looking into each other eyes, then to Robby, and that’s when you felt that comfort and peace wholly, knowing it would really be ok.

***

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For Daddy

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

A/n: Based on this Daddy Wednesday I submitted to @bucky-plums-barnes


You watched as your little girl sat on the floor in front of you, with her ever present Captain America Tsum Tsum.  She held the plush toy in her arms watching her movie on tv.  You sit behind her on the couch, Bucky’s head in your lap.  After a pretty tedious nightmare, Bucky was trying to catch up on some much needed sleep.

Bucky let out another sigh, “Doll I’m just so tired.  I am gonna have to talk to Sam’s guy about these nightmares.”

You pet his hair softly, “I am glad you’re gonna talk to someone, just remember the nightmares can’t hurt you.”

Unknown to you, your little girl had heard your whole conversation.  The next day had her running up to you in excitement. “Mommy?  Can you buy me something?”
“Depends on what it is sweet pea.”  You give her a small smile waiting for her to continue.

She moved from foot to foot, clearly deciding if she could entrust you with her secret or not. “It’s a present for someone who needs it.”

“Okay can you tell me what the present is?”  You crouch to her level looking at her eye to eye.

“I need another Steve”  She says holding up her own Steve Tsum Tsum.

“Sweetheart, is one of your friends in trouble?”  You look at her concerned.  She gave you a smile and shook her head no.

The next day after Brooklyn had come home from school, you gave her a smile and pointed toward a bag in the chair in the corner.   After she walked over to the bag and peeked inside she got excited.  Grabbing the bag she took off to her room.  You give a laugh at her reaction, and continue reading your book.

Later that night after Bucky had tucked Brooklyn into he made his way to crawl into bed beside you.  He pulled back the covers and a small plush toy that matches Steve’s uniform was in the middle of his side of the bed.

You tried to bite your lip and hold back your smile.  You had been making the bed when Brooklyn snuck in and told you that she wanted her Daddy to have good dreams.  Suddenly everything had made sense.

You tried to focus on your book, but at the same time peek at Bucky out of the corner of your eye.  You watched his confusion turn into a realization.  He tiredly grabbed the soft toy and made his way to your daughters room.

When he walked in the room a small voice halted his movements, “Hi Daddy”

“You’re suppose to be asleep babydoll.”  He sat on the edge of her bed and made to hand her the toy.  He stopped when he noticed she was clutching her worn Steve toy.

“Whose toy is this?”

“Yours Daddy,  Uncle Steve keeps me safe.  Mommy helped me get it for you.  This way you can sleep good like I do.”  Bucky couldn’t help the smile that graced his face.  His caring, beautiful, little girl, he had no idea how he got so lucky.

Giving her a kiss on the head, he grabbed the toy and made his way back to your room.  When he got into bed, he rolled over onto his side pulling you to him.  After smothering your face with kisses. “Doll you’re the best wife and mother in the world.  Our little girl is perfect.  She is just…perfect.”  You give him a kiss and cuddle him tight.

The next morning you woke up with Bucky arms not around you.  You give him a pout.  You always woke up in his arms.  When you turned to look over at Bucky, who is on his side clutching the toy your perfect little girl have given him.


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It Takes Two (2) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: During an unexpected visit, you finally reveal your feelings to Negan - gaining an unexpected response from him. 

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it. 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Warnings & A/N: okay wow, everyone loves this story. THANKFULLY I love it too, aka i’ll actually update this story a lot like the responsible fic writer that i am not | *spoilers* (i think) mention of Negan’s backstory 

Theme: angst

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth

Chapters:

One, Three, Four, Five, Six, SevenEight, Nine, Ten, Eleven


Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Originally posted by diver5ion


A few days had passed since you had last seen Negan. Since then, you couldn’t seem to keep him off of your mind. You were stuck in a loop of pondering just who he was. You kept thinking it’d only be for the best - no matter Riley’s new obsession with Lucille - to keep her away from Negan.

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The story of Skye’s birth, as told by her parents

HSAU Oneshot: Alex in the Fall

Fall 2017:


The leaves were turning away from their once verdant hues. Green became brown, orange, amber. Leaves fell and cluttered the ground, the days became shorter, the nights colder, and the year, closer to an end.

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Happy Father’s Day | Finn Bálor

Title: Happy Father’s Day

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: Both had eyes like the sea, waves of blue and green, and dark wisps of hair that always looked feathery soft.

Word Count: 529

Warnings: Fluffy cuteness

Tagging: @ortonaholic <3

A/N: I wrote this like 5 minutes ago because I love the idea of Finn as a dad. Happy Father’s Day to every one out there, and if you guys lost a father or your father isn’t in your life for whatever reason I’ll be your dad lol

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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About a Girl [7]

Originally posted by rm-olderfan

An arrangement.


You sat in your bedroom letting your mind wander to the woman that you had seen in the kitchen. Seo Jihye. The name sounded somewhat familiar, but you couldn’t tell where you had heard it before. There was so much temptation to try and hear what the conversation was about, it really took all your strength to not try and spy. So you used a book to keep yourself distracted. 

You had made it through one chapter when your door flung open. You didn’t even have time to react before you found your book thrown across the room and a crying Jangmi in your lap. The alarm bells in your head went off, something had to be terribly wrong. You engulfed the girl into your arms and began stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her. “Jangmi,” you whispered in her ear. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s,” she sniffed as she struggling to get words out. “My daddy and that woman.”

“What? Miss Seo?”

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Mother’s Day

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,176

happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone


The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.

He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”

Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.

Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.

His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”

“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.

Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”

He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.

But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”

“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.

Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.

Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.

Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”

“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.

He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.

“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”

The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.

“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”

Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”

“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”

“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”

Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”

No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)


Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

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