fuzzy pink blanket

I’m getting my things together for my trip and I look over to find this! Lol 😆 My hubby got me this pretty pink blanket for my studio but it looks like it’s already been claimed by a furry little someone. 😜 Loki loves to sleep on fuzzy blankets and rugs so I shouldn’t be surprised. 🐶💤 I’m going to miss his sleepy face on my trip.😢💖

Uncle Steve

Summary: Steve gets to experience being an uncle for the first time.

Warnings: Uncle!Steve, Dad!Bucky, fluff

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve

Word Count: 525

A/N: Another rewrite while I work on stuff. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by lufelicity

Since you’ve delivered your daughter you and Bucky hadn’t had a single night to yourselves.

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[This imagine was requested by @mainstreamed-maddythank you all for your patience, requests, and love. All requests are accepted. I hope you all enjoy! MILD TRIGGER WARNING: THERE IS A DELICATE SCENE IN REGARDS TO AN ACCIDENTAL/SOMEWHAT ON PURPOSE SUICIDE ATTEMPT]

I had been in the guest bedroom (that has never once been a room to any guest) for a little over two hours. Mister J rarely came in here so it seemed like the opportune place to be alone for a while, then again, he wasn’t even home so I was alone anyway. I lay curled up in the faux fur lined hanging egg chair, silently crying while wrapped up in my fuzzy pink blanket with a few empty bottles of wine and a box of chocolates. 
Now as a rule that Mister J and I both oddly saw sense in, we don’t drink. We can serve alcohol, we can hold an alcoholic drink just for show, but we never take even a sip. There was a method to our madness, you see. Alcohol only made my voices more prominent, they only made us more unstable and unpredictable. The reason why we worked, the reason why he had gotten so far is because he was crazy, I was crazy, but we were the smart kind of crazy. We were reckless but our risks were calculated for the most part, there was always a plan. Give us any sort of narcotics and the whole world burns.
I’m not one for breaking, I can take more hits than most, but sometimes it’s not the physical blows that break you. So, there I was, sobbing into a pillow, completely pissed drunk with little whispers in my ear… and then he walked in. 
He was on the verge of saying something about the club and in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt when he stopped in his tracks. 
Nonchalance wasn’t going to fix this, but my drunken mind thought otherwise so sniffling, I wiped my eyes and sat up.
“H-H-Hiya P-P-Puddin’, what’s wrong?” 
His eyes flicked to the few bottles of wine I had with me and his eyes narrowed, “Those better be sparkling water, Y/N, or we’re going to have a problem,” he growled. 
I crumpled then, my sobs coming out heavy and fast and I rose gripping one of the bottles by its neck. 
“We already, have a problem, Mister J,” my speech was mumbled and slurred.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
I scoffed, throwing the bottle at him and he sidestepped, watching it hit the wall and shatter before his cool blue-grey eyes focused on me. 
“I don’t like you drunk,” his tone was clipped, angry. 
“You don’t give a damn about me, don’t even gimme that, Mister J,” 
He has never cared, you’re just his toy. There are thousands more just like you. Batman knows it, Mister J knows it, but poor little Y/N can’t face the music. The voices whispered and I smacked the side of my head with a violence, yelling out for them to stop. Mister J looked at me in a way my brain couldn’t process and he shut the bedroom door. 
“I want you to tell me what this is all about, doll.” 
He knows, he is just playing with me now. Always playing, always playing, always fucking playing. I stumbled a little, still holding my head because the voices wouldn’t shut up and Mister J began again. 
“Who made you cry?” 
Who? Who? “You silly, but you don’t care.” 
He rolled his neck, cracking it, a tick that always meant he was angry, irritated, or feeling something. 
“Careful, doll. Now I don’t recall saying anything genuinely rotten to you tod-” 
“That’s right! That’s right, did you hear that?” I giggled, a sad and twisted little giggle when I realised he wouldn’t have heard what the voice in my head had said. “It said, you wouldn’t give a shit if I fell off this here balcony.“ I backed up, pulling the door open and he advanced slowly. 
“Now why would it say such a thing, why would you think such a thing?”
He said it in a curious way… in a way that made me even more sad because why would I question him? Why would I think such bad things about my puddin’? Always in your head Y/N he is always in your head, mixing you up, but now you see. But I don’t want to see!
“You can make a thousand more of me,” I felt empty now, tapping my forehead gently, and my back hit the guard rail. 
“I don’t want to make another one, I want you, do you understand? Aren’t you happy? Don’t you love me? Why are you doing this?” He asked in a voice softer than silk, he was trying to calm me I think. Or trick you. The voices whispered.
“I fell for your stories… for your lies… The Bat made me see, don’t you understand? The Bat, told me how stupid I was for thinking you could ever,” I lifted myself so I was sitting on the guard rail.
“Y/N,” he growled. 
Ever. Care about me.”
I let go of the railing so all I would have to do is tilt my body backward and that would be it. Do it, Harley. Jump. Jump. Hitting my head I screamed again for the voices to stop, my voice hitching as I fell back. Oh! 
“Puddin!” 
“NO!” 
But he had me, his hands curled around my ankle and I stared down at the little cars and realised I could have just been a mangled heap all the way down there. Leaning up I grabbed his arm and he released my leg, yanking me up and over the rail and we fell back. He clutched me to his chest and I sobbed, I held onto him for dear life and I sobbed into his chest while he stroked my hair. Whether from exertion or… something else his heart was beating hard and fast. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whimpered. 
He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just lifted me into his arms and carried me back inside, yelling for Frost who entered promptly. 
“Yeah, boss?” 
“Grab the Doc, she has been drinking,”
And with that he was gone and I was still crying but I felt weak, tired, my head lolling and in a moment of tenderness his lips brushed the heart on my cheekbone. 
“We’ll fix you up Y/N… we’ll make it right.”

***Y/N P.O.V

I woke up feeling better, there was an I.V in my arm that was pumping me with fluids to eradicate the alcohol in my system. Mister J was sitting beside me, absently playing with his hunting knife. 
“I don’t like it when you’re presumptuous,” he said. 
Licking my lips I sat up, cupping the side of his neck with my hand and he looked at me then. There was an angry, frustrated, and confused look in his eyes and I brushed my nose against his. 
“I know… I’m sorry… he got into my head. He… he found my weakness,” 
Mister J’s confusion grew, and I squeezed his hand, “You. He made me doubt-” 
“Don’t you ever do anything like that again or I’ll kill you myself,” 
He left me then, moving towards the door but he paused for a second, turning his head but he didn’t look at me. 
“The Bat will hurt for this, for you.” 
And with that he was gone, it was the only thing I needed. It was his way of saying I do care about you, whatever he said was wrong. It was his way of telling me that I mattered to him in the only way he knew how and that was more than I could ever ask for.

[I might make this scene longer for fun or recreate it in Mister J’s point of view further down the line but I am not sure. I am happy with it, I hope you guys are too. Feel free to message me with requests, feedback, or even if you just want to chat.][I also sincerely ask that none of my work is posted elsewhere and in the event that it is please at least credit the author. Thank you]

Reasons Lord Hater might have autism/ADHD

- stimming (waving his hands above his head, foot tapping, finger tapping, rocking back and forth…)

- Has a sensory object (his fuzzy pink blanket)

- Says/does things inappropriate for the situation (… Basically like every episode with him in it)

- shuts down (facing the wall when Wander was singing to him in My Fair Hatey, The Funk)

- insensitive towards other people’s motions and needs

- Trouble with making/maintaining relationships (friendship with Peepers)

- social awkwardness

- self centered

- needs constant attention/affirmations

- short temper

- inappropriate outbursts of emotions

- trouble with focusing on certain tasks, easily distracted (The It)

- can be intensely focused on certain tasks (destroying Wander)

- surprisingly intelligent (building the HATE-RV)


I don’t know, I’m not an expert but these are just things I’ve noticed in my own behavior and others like me who have autism/ADHD. If anyone wants to add to this, feel free to do so

Little Letters 8 : We're Having A Baby!

I am so excited to be posting this. I was squealing myself from how adorable it is. A lot of you have asked about them having kids, well. Here’s the first of many concerning that!

You can read all parts of Letters from War and Little Letters here


“I love you, you love me, we’re best friends like friends should be…”

Lucy peeked into the room where the familiar melody was coming from. The sight she found melted her already softened heart.

“With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you,” Nastu placed a big slobbery kiss on a small rose colored head that was sitting in his lap, “Won’t you say that you love me too!”

“Daddy!” the little girl giggled, smacking Natsu’s chest, “you did it wrong!”

Cassandra Dragneel was Natsu and Lucy’s pride and joy. The little girl was a little ball of energy like her father and loved to read and stargaze like her mother.

Lucy leaned on the door frame of Cass’s room. Natsu was sitting in the purple room surrounded by stuffed animals.

“I did?!” Natsu played shocked, “let’s try again!”

“With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you,” he raised Cass up and blew a raspberry on her little tummy, “Won’t you say that you love me tooo!”

“No, Daddy!” she pushed on his chest until he was lying on his back, “you did it wrong again!”

Natsu pulled one of the stuffed toys to use as a pillow, “Aw man! You’ll just have to do it with me so I can get it right!”

“OK!”

Lucy hummed along to the song as she thought back to the first time she found out about her little girl. Their third wedding anniversary was right around the corner and Natsu had planned a trip for two in the mountains. She was excited for a week alone with her husband in a warm, cozy cabin. But she had been feeling so sick for days before then, but she refused to ruin his hard planning by an upset stomach.

Hiding it wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, but in the end it was worth it.

***5 years earlier***

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Uncle

Summary: Sam gets to experience being an Uncle for the first time.

Warnings: Uncle!Sammy, Dad!Dean

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 509

Tagging: @aprofoundbondwithdean, @roseringleader13, @ohfora67impala, @withoutaplease , @desiringspnimagines

Note: I’ve tagged you because 1) You’re awesome. 2) You love Dean. 3) I thought you might need some fluffy Sam in your life!

This is beginning of a challenge for myself. I want expand my writing technique. I will be trying to write something different everyday. If you have anything you’d like to see submit them here! You can follow #spnashleydaily to see my work!



Since you’ve delivered your daughter you and Dean hadn’t had a single night to yourselves.

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#BonAnniversairePrincess

Insanity Rambles: Yet another Marichat fic from moi! This one is for @jazztastic-panda who had this fabulous idea and I then let my imagination get away from me. This is the result. 

AO3 LINK

Synopsis: When Chloe aims to ruin Marinette’s Birthday, Chat Noir makes other plans for his favourite Princess.

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officialvarrictethras said: Kaidan reacting to the birth of his daaaaaaughter?

F!Shenko. G. FLUFF AND BABIES! (no really this is so fluffy and I’m not even remotely sorry).

Kaidan cursed himself as he rushed through the halls of the hospital. He should have never left. But as the only human Spectre cleared for travel.. he’d had no other choice. Besides, Shepard had said, the baby won’t be here for weeks.

Of course saying something out loud meant she’d cursed them. Because no sooner had Kaidan left on the transport ship had he gotten word that his wife had gone into labor. Getting back home on such short notice had required jumping through an endless amount of hoops, not to mention the added bonus of pissing off the Council and Hackett, but they would just have to get over it.

Skidding to a halt in front of her room, Kaidan took a moment to catch his breath before walking through the door. The room was quiet, dark, only a dimly glowing lamp by the bed providing any light. Shepard was lounging in bed; she looked tired, but happy, gazing down at the bundle in her arms.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“You made it,” Shepard said, beaming at him.

“Not quite it looks like.” He nodded toward the bundle.

“Nah. You made it for the best part. Come say hi to your daughter.” She sat up a bit and held out her arms. Kaidan took the baby as gently as he could, and perched on the edge of the bed. He gazed down at the tiny face swathed in a fuzzy pink blanket with a Varren theme. Where on earth had they found that?

“It’s from Wrex,” Shepard supplied as if reading his mind.

“Of course.”

“He also sent a note saying that he was available for godfather duty.”

“Did you tell him he’ll have to duel Garrus for the title?”

Shepard snorted. “They can work that out themselves. I’m glad the godmothers all decided to be “aunties”. Much simpler.”

He looked up at Shepard. “She’s going to be spoiled rotten, you know that right?”

“Of course she is.” She scooted forward and rested her head on Kaidan’s shoulder.

Turning his attention back to their daughter, reached up to run a finger down her cheek. “Did you ever think we’d end up here?”

“For a long time I didn’t think about it. I couldn’t. It just never seemed like something I would ever have.” She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “I’m glad this is where we ended up though.”

He smiled. “Me too.”

Nash Grier Imagine: I Don’t Date Cheaters Part Two

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(Sydney’s POV)

“Then you shouldn’t of cheated on me.." 

It’s been a week since that moment I was standing on Nash’s porch. Just a week ago, he was holding me in his arms telling me I was the only girl for him. What a lie that was huh? He threw all of it away over a stupid bet. I really loved him. Hell, I really love him. 

He still calls me every single day. I have countless messages but I just can’t bring myself to reply. I would do anything to be able to kiss just one more time, but I don’t think my heart could bear it. 

I was lying on my couch with a mountain of blankets over me. My mom told me not to stay in my room so I moved myself to the couch, and I haven’t moved since. 

What was the point? I wasn’t even happy anymore. I didn’t want to watch T.V. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I didn’t want to go out. I just wanted to lay here and suffer. I must of did something wrong for him to cheat on me. Was I not good enough? 

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. Both of my parents were at work and my little sister was at her friends house. That means I have to move from my spot on the couch to answer the door. I wiped the tears that seemed to never stop, and shoved the blankets off of me standing up. 

I made my way over to the door when the person knocked again. 

"I’m coming! Hold your horses!” You spat yanking the door open. Those blue eyes you haven’t seen in a week, was staring back at you. You couldn’t breath. All of the air left your body, and you were left in an empty shell. 

“Sydney..” He whispered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move. You were frozen. Should you let him in, or close the door in his face and never speak to him again?

You chose option two.

Before you could think twice about it you slammed the door closed.

“Sydney, please! Open the door. I want to talk to you.” Nash pleaded, banging on your door. You slid down the wall, tears pouring down your face. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? It would be some much easier for you if he would just leave you alone.

“Sydney, come on baby. I know you can hear me. Please open the door.” You could hear his voice crack, signalling that he was crying. Hearing him hurt, felt worse then the pain you felt throughout this entire week. 

Hearing Nash cry, words can’t even explain. It was like someone putting needles into your heart, then slowly removing them. It hurt like hell, but the pain he put you through, you never want to go through that again.

“Sydney, Just- Please babe. Please open the door." 

You stared at the door realizing he wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. The least you could do was listen to him right? You slowly stood up and cracked the door open, peering outside. 

"Can I come in, Sydney? Please?” He cried, wiping his tears. You softly  nodded, opening the door, and allowing him to pass you. You shut the door, and squeezed your eyes closed, taking a deep breath. You don’t know if you’re ready for this or not but it’s worth a shot right?

I walked past him, returning to my seat on the couch. I covered my legs with my pink fuzzy blanket, and twiddled my thumbs. It’s so awkward. I knew I shouldn’t have let him come in here.

“Sooo..” Nash said, making the situation even more awkward. I cleared my throat but still didn’t say anything. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just, I didn’t know what to say..

“Sydney..” Nash called, turning his body towards me. I slowly lifted my head and looked at him, avoiding his eyes. Still I didn’t reply.

“I want you to know how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I sound stupid saying that because I could of said no to the bet, but Taylor is Taylor, and he’s hard to say no to. I really did love you Sydney. A day hasn’t gone by that I don’t think about you. I could be holding you in my arms right now, watching a movie, but I had to screw it up. Words can’t explain how sorry I am, baby. I’m not going to ask you for a second chance, because I know I don’t deserve it. But what I’m asking for is your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve that either, but I love you Sydney. I can’t stand to think about the pain I put you through, because believe me, I’ve been put through hell this past week-”

“You’ve been put through hell? Did you really just say that to me? You did this to yourself Nash. We were doing fine, we were happy. You were the love of my life and, you- you cheated on me. All of that got torn away from me in a matter of seconds. One second I know what I’m doing with my life, I have everything together and the next second, everything is blank. So don’t try and tell me you’ve been through hell when you’re the one who did this. Not Taylor. Not Chasity. You, Nash. You did this.” He was not about to make me feel sorry for him. He may be hurt because deep down I know he truly did love me, but he did this to himself, and I’ll be damned if I feel sorry for him for one minute. 

“I know baby, God, I know. I do. I made a mistake. The biggest mistake in my life. But I’m human, we make mistakes, and I’m trying to fix this with you. I want to be with you. I want you to be my girl. I can’t stand the thought of you with another guy. My heart is broken to you know? I have to live with the guilt that I hurt the one I loved the most in the worst way possible. I shouldn’t have done it. I know, but it’s in the past. I can’t change it. But what I can do is make it right. I swear if you forgive me, I will do anything it takes to be with you again. I know you can’t trust me, but I will live every single day of my life, proving that I am worthy of you. That you can trust me. I made a mistake, Sydney. Please forgive me.” he grabbed hold of my hands, but I didn’t push him away. I felt sparks run through my body. Oh, how I missed his touch. 

I stared into his eyes seeing complete and utter honesty. I put myself in his shoes. If I was him, I would want him to forgive me. I would work every day for his trust. And even though what he did was so wrong on so many  levels. I love him. And I will never EVER love someone the way I love Nash. 

“I-” I choked on my tears. 

“Shh, baby. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” He whispered pulling me into a hug. “I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.” He planted a kiss on my neck, making me cry harder. He was making it so hard to be angry at him. I could feel the walls I built around my heart, slowly fading away. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I pulled away from him, and stared into his eyes.

“I -” I took a deep breath

“I forgive you." 

Authors Note: There’s part two of IDDC ! I hope you liked it! If you think I should end it or write a part three let me know! If you want an imagine request one! I write them everyday ! I love you guys with all my heart and I want to thank you for all of your kind words, and support. It really means a lot to me. 

Stay Beautiful My Friends c: