he looks like a little five year old

Headcanon: When Will and Nico started dating...

Will had to face a lot of people who had become protective of Nico decided to have a little chat with Will.
Will never looked at Hazel the same way again. Her domain was riches so a lot of people forgot that she could control the dead too. Will never forgot again.
Will had a hard time taking Percy seriously though - he seemed more focused on the fact that he wasn’t his type and the boy was like a five year old when he pouted.
Will had to stop himself from awing at the adorableness of Franks attempt to threaten him but then again once he got on the topic of if Nico gets hurt that will hurt Hazel and…well Will remembered he was a son of Mars
Annabeth never actually said anything but one day she came to archery practice and stared at Will. Nobody had ever seen a child of Apollo miss so much. He finally looked to her and went to say something when her eyes narrowed. Will gulped and Annabeth walked away with a smirk. He avoided her for a few days
The two most protective were Jason and Reyna. Ever since Cupid Jason has forced himself into Nicos life until eventually he became his best friend - though Nico would rather go through Tartarus again than admit it. So Jason had a nice long chat with Will. Will still thinks the lighting was a bit much though.
As for Reyna - the two had bonded as siblings over their trip and so she was extremely protective of him. She was even scarier than Annabeth - something nobody at camp had thought possible
The most surprising person though was coach hedge. Apparently almost seeing him fade into shadows had made him rather protective of Nico. The sight of the satyre chasing Will through camp with a baseball bat was something nobody at camp would ever forget
Nico had been helping his dad when all this happened and when he found out about it when he got back he was beyond embarrassed and exasperated. Secretly though he was touched to realize he had so many people who cared about him

Happy Tears

Requested by anon: Reader has an eleven-year old son, who’s a little cold and aloof. Spencer meets him, and tries to win his approval.


Running a bookstore is the easiest part of her day. There are customers to appease, employees to look after, vendors to call. There will always be someone frustrated or unhappy, and there will always be a few mistakes. However, those little accidents don’t haunt her. Her other job, the mistakes she makes there keep her awake at night. Wondering how badly she’s messed up, or how she could have possibly done better. A perpetual guessing game, hoping that what she does is making a difference.

It’s the hardest thing she’s ever done, being a single mother.

Oscar is eleven years old, and it’s been just the two of them since he was five. He looks so much like his father, who took off after deciding that being a parent and a partner was too much to handle. In the little things, she can see herself reflected. He has her nose, and her eyes, and her infinite love for books. There is a certain resemblance in the way that he walks and the way his voice changes when he’s trying to lie. And in the they both try to make each other happy.

Being a single parent leaves little time for herself, or for making plans with others. Oscar was, is, and always will be her number one priority. Lately though, someone else has entered the picture.

She sits at the coffee shop just down the road from her store, cappuccino in hand, and Spencer across from her.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “I mean, it’s a big deal.”

“Of course I’m sure,” he says. Words accompanied by an unfailing smile. For four months they’ve been seeing each other, with things steadily becoming more serious. All that time, he’s known about Oscar, but she has never introduced them. She wasn’t sure how long it would last, and if there’s anything she has learned, it’s that kids need constants in their lives. To bring in a stream of ever-changing suitors wouldn’t be fair to her son. Spencer is different though, she has always known that.

From the moment they met, when he came in to purchase the entire works of Proust, and they ended up talking for twenty minutes, she knew. Interest turned to friendship turned to love. And there is nothing she would love more than for him to meet Oscar. Still, she’s nervous when he says that he wants to.

She tells him, “You have to understand, he’s different. He’s not like most children. Oscar can be distant. A little… callous. But he’s so smart, he really is.”

He reaches for her hand. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

And so Saturday arrives, and she spends the morning running around, tidying up the house, trying to make things look presentable. Oscar sits in the living room, curled up with a book by Stephen Hawking. The kitchen is clean, the clothes are out of the laundry room, the bookshelf is made to at least appear organized.

“Oscar?” she begins, when the work is finished. “Can I talk to you about something?” He looks up from his book, but does not close it. “I’ve asked someone to come over for lunch. Is that okay?”

“Miss Radhika?” he asks, referring to her closest friend and coworker. Radhika has come over a number of times, and her chocolate cake has won Oscar over to the point where he actually looks forward to seeing her.

Y/N sits down beside him on the couch, trying to seem completely calm. Tranquil. Not at all nervous that this will be a disaster. “No, not Miss Radhika. This is a… newer friend of mine. His name is Spencer. I’ve um, I’ve been seeing him for a little while.”

Now he closes the book, looking at once surprised and a little hurt. “You didn’t tell me.”

“I wasn’t sure it would work out, sweetheart. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew. But he wants to meet you. He really wants to m-” The sound of knocking interrupts her, and she leaps up from the couch, startled by it. “That must be him! I’ll be right back!”

She makes a mad dash for the front door, before smoothing out her dress and opening it. There stands Spencer, looking as dapper as always, and wearing that grin of his that just takes her breath away. No matter how many times she sees it, it makes her heart beat just a little faster. Something she never felt with Oscar’s father. Jeffrey never looked at her that way. Another unprecedented act – Spencer reaches into the sleeve of his blazer, and pulls out of bouquet of cheerful yellow daffodils.

“For you,” he says.

She laughs and takes them, that grin of his becoming quite contagious. “You have to tell me how you do that someday.”

“A good magician never reveals his secrets,” he teases.

With a mock curtsy she says, “Well thank you anyways, good sir. Come in, come in.” Spencer follows her through the door, and she leads him into the kitchen as she searches for a vase to put the flowers in. Once they’re resting in water, she realizes that her son is no longer sitting in the living room. Twice she calls for him before he appears, evidently hiding away in his bedroom.

“Spencer, this is my son, Oscar. Oscar, this is Spencer.”

Oscar regards him with a cool, practiced indifference, but Spencer puts on a smile and approaches him. “Hi, Oscar. It’s really nice to meet you.” He offers his hand, which she knows is no small task for him. Her heart fills, knowing that he’s trying, trying so hard for her.

And then it empties, when Oscar crosses his arms. “I don’t shake hands.” It’s as though Spencer’s brain is incapable of processing the outright rejection, because he freezes for a moment before recovering, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, that’s okay! I usually don’t shake hands either.”

Silence hangs over them, heavy and thick, before she says, “Well, why don’t we go ahead and eat?”

Soup and bread have already been made, and they gather around the tiny kitchen table. It is more uncomfortable than she’d imagined. Several attempts are made on Spencer’s part to draw Oscar into conversation. Everything from school to movies to friends. Oscar shoots him down each time.

“I don’t have friends,” he snaps eventually. “Why does everyone always ask that?”

Hoping to make peace, she asks, “Why don’t you tell Spencer about the book you’re reading? A Brief History of Time?”

“Oh man, that’s one of my favorites!” Spencer says.

Oscar just rolls his eyes, assuming the enthusiasm is feigned. He doesn’t know enough of Spencer to tell he’s genuinely excited. “Yeah, sure. You must be so interested in theoretical physics.

“I mean, I do have PhDs in mathematics and engineering,” he offers. For the briefest of minutes, Oscar looks interested, before reassuming the mask of boredom and disdain.

Y/N is becoming more anxious with every word. Spencer is ceaseless in his efforts to connect with Oscar, and Oscar just as stubbornly refuses to accept. If Spencer is fazed by it, he’s doing his best not to let it show.

“Oscar is really smart,” she says. “He’s already taking middle school math, and they’re talking about having him skip a grade. His teacher thinks there’s a good chance he’ll win this year’s science fair, too. Right, Oscar?”

He shrugs, and doesn’t make eye contact.

“Of course, it goes right over my head. I can tell you about any book in the world, but all that math is just lost on me. But Spencer, you’re really good at it.”

“I might be a little out of practice,” he says, trying to act casual about it. “That must be pretty cool though, having a mom who owns a bookstore? I bet you’ve read all the classics.” She knows he’s speculating from his own experience, and she can’t help but be struck by the parallels between the two. So bright, so gifted. Both love words and numbers. Both have a hard time fitting in. And she loves both dearly. It hasn’t been until now that she’s realized just how much she loves Spencer, and how afraid she is that he’ll give up after today.

“Not really,” Oscar mutters. “I hate reading.” His voice goes up in the middle of the sentence, and Spencer’s eyes light up.

“You’re lying,” he declares. For the first time, Oscar looks at him – really looks at him – and the bewilderment at being called out is clear on his face. “You voice went higher there. Your mom does the exact same thing when she’s trying to lie about something.”

“H-how do you know that?” Oscar asks.

“I work for the FBI. I’m a criminal behavioral analyst. You know, a profiler? It’s my job to study behavior. And well, your mom is open book.”

As though to prove his point, her face turns red. Despite her embarrassment, she can’t help but be a little pleased that Spencer has finally caught his attention.

Then just as quickly, Oscar says, “I’m finished. I’m going to my room to work on homework.” Before she can respond, he hops down from the table and starts towards his bedroom door once more. At the last second, he turns around and adds, “I’d say it was nice to meet you, but I don’t really like you at all. You’re boring and you won’t last past the month. They never do.” With that, he slams the door, and tears spring to her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she tells Spencer. “Really, I don’t know what’s gotten into him…” Except that she does. He always does this. Every time she brings someone around to meet him, he causes trouble. Some days it’s hurling insults. Others it’s ignoring them completely, and worse still is when he decides to assume a character and act out. Every potential boyfriend has been scared away in this manner, but she’s never cared for them like she cares for Spencer. Never has she been so desperate for something to work out, and the one person she loves as much could ruin it.

Maybe she’s just not allowed to be happy after all.

She braces herself for the inevitable end, for him running out the door and never calling her again. To her surprise, he just says, “There’s nothing to apologize for, Y/N.”

“No, this is my fault. I should’ve told him about you sooner. I’ll – I’ll try to go talk to him…”

An even greater shock: “Do mind if I try? I might be able to get through to him.” Not sure how else to react, she hesitantly agrees, and goes about putting dishes away in the sink.

Soap and water are poured into the basin, and the turns on the tap. In the quiet, echoes of the past drift in and out.

“He’s only five years old!” she shouted at him.

“And he’s already weird! Look, Y/N. I can’t do this. I’m not ready for a kid or a family. I’m sorry.” Jeffrey grabbed his suitcase, and without ever looking back, marched right out of the apartment. She stood, watching him go, before shutting the door as quietly as possible and retreating into the bedroom. Curled up beneath the covers, she sobbed and sobbed, until she heard someone calling out.

“Mommy? Mom? It’s time for breakfast!”

Oscar. He needed her. She had to be strong. Gathering her resolve, she stood, wiping her eyes and putting on a big smile, before opening the door to greet her son.

Water fills the bowls, washing away all traces of French onion soup. Washing away the past.

“Miss Y/L/N, there’s no easy way to say it. Oscar is… well, he’s always going to be different. The good news is that he’s exceptionally intelligent. The bad news is that he struggles with social cues.”

“What are you saying?”

“It’s possible he’s on the autism spectrum. You may want to consider having him tested. Now, unfortunately, there’s no cure,” the doctor said, looking down on her with pity from behind round spectacles.

“No cure?” she hissed. “My son doesn’t need to be cured. He doesn’t need to be fixed. He just wants to be understood!”

It’s therapeutic, the sound of water over the ceramics. It overflows from the dishes and drains quietly down the sink.

It was nearly midnight, and she was crying again. It had been a year since he left, but the sting was still so fresh and so present. She tried dating again, but nothing seemed to go right. Everyone left. Everyone. Maybe it was her. Maybe there was something broken in her heart.

“Mom?” Oscar’s voice came from the other side of the bed, and she turned over quickly to see him there, looking worried. “Mom, why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” she assured him.

“You’re crying. People only cry when they’re sad or when they’re in pain.” He’s too smart, that kid.

“These are happy tears,” she lied. He hadn’t learned yet to pick up on the subtle change in pitch. “I was thinking about how you’re almost done with your first year of school, and I felt so proud of you. That made me happy. So happy, some of that happiness overflowed and I started crying.”

Oscar looked unconvinced, but he climbed into bed and lay with her anyways, not saying a word.

Leaving the dishes in the sink, she tiptoes, down the hallway, and stands outside of Oscar’s room, where she can hear them speaking.

“I get it,” Spencer says, his voice muffled by the wood of the door. “I know why you’re doing this. It’s okay. When I was ten years old, my dad left my mom. She was sick, and he didn’t know how to take care of her. So he just left us. It was really hard, and for a long time she was sad about it. I wanted to protect her. When my dad left, my mom called him weak. So I wanted to show her that I wasn’t weak. I would have done anything to keep my mom safe. I wanted her to be happy. I still do. I bet it’s the same for you.”

Neither of them says anything, and her heart aches. All of this is news to her. She knew his mother wasn’t well, but this is a story she has never heard before. Oh, she can imagine a young Spencer, trying desperately to take care of a mother he can’t help.

“I don’t want anybody else to hurt her,” Oscar says finally. “After he left, mom cried a lot. Like, every night. For almost a year. And she dates other guys, but they never stay with her for long. I think it’s because of me. So I thought that I could protect her by scaring them away. That way they can’t hurt her anymore. She’s the best mom in the whole world – she deserves to be happy.”

“She does,” Spencer agrees.

“How do I know you won’t hurt her too?”

“I give you my word,” Spencer says. “I really, really care about her. I love her.”

Love. He hasn’t told her that yet. Neither of them have used that word yet, though it proves to her that she isn’t the only one feeling this way. The oxygen in the hallway seems to dissipate, and she tries to catch her breath. He loves her. He loves her.

“You love her?” Oscar sounds skeptical.

“I do. And people like you and me, love doesn’t come easily to us. It takes work to be able to trust someone that much. So believe me when I say that I don’t intend to go anywhere, anytime soon. I’d like to stay with her, but you’re her son. You mean more to her than anything, so I’d like to make sure it’s okay with you first.”

“Do really like physics and stuff?”

The sound of Spencer’s laughter can be heard even in the hallway, and she tries not to laugh at the question herself.

“I really like physics. I’d love to talk to you about it. If you want, I could even tell you some stuff about the FBI.”

“Then, yeah I guess that would be okay. If you dated my mom. Besides, I think she really likes you too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that happy since my dad left. All I really want is for her to be happy.”

At that, she gives in, throwing open the door, much to the surprise of two inside. Oscar practically jumps off the bed, and seems momentarily at a loss for words.

“Mom, you’re crying. Is something wrong?” he asks.

 She shakes her head, running over to give him a hug. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.”

His arms wrap around her. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears. I love you, so so much, sweetheart.”

“Love you, too.” After a moment, she lets go, and when he sees how her gaze flickers over to Spencer, Oscar announces he’s going to go finish his book and slips out of the room, giving them privacy. He’s too perceptive for an eleven year-old, already mature beyond his years. And yet, he’s still a child. So young, so vulnerable.

“How long have you been standing there?” Spencer inquires, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Long enough,” she answers. She doesn’t say anything about his mother or his father, she’ll wait for him to tell him on his own terms, when he’s ready. That conversation was just for Oscar. “You, um, you love me?”

Pink colors his cheeks, and he too looks like a child for a moment. Then he takes a deep breath and meets her eyes. Bracing himself. “I love you. I love you, Y/N. More than I know how to say.”

Embracing him, she holds him close, wanting to feel the beat of his heart and be enveloped in his arms. How is it that a perfect stranger can come along and fit right into place in their home, when Jeffrey never did? As though all this time their family has been missing a piece – and not the one she thought was missing. One last puzzle piece waiting to be found, to belong as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you, too. I’ve been waiting so long to say that.” Then she stands on her toes to kiss him, thinking that Oscar was right. She hasn’t been this happy in a long time.

Out in the hall, Oscar turns away from the crack in the door, and quietly tiptoes back into the living room. He has always hated change, but he’s starting to think that this time, it might be for the better.

2

To Find A Family (DCBB 2015)

Author: linasane (leatherandfeathersandfluff) | Artist: feredir

When Dean’s little brother gets taken away, he’s expecting the fight that ensues.  He’s expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he’s been placed with.  He’s not expecting Castiel Novak.

(Castiel, in turn, isn’t expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he’s always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).

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C-ATCH Fitzgerald’s The Great Blue Jay, MXP MJP T2B-P

CHAMPION AT LAST!

Five years ago today, we brought this cute little potato home to become a part of our family. Ever since he was a young puppy, I always had a feeling that he would love agility. He scaled a baby gate in the kitchen when he was 10 weeks old and before it came crashing down, it teetered for a bit. We looked over and there he was, balancing on that gate like a tiny bad ass. Fast forward five years later and he’s earned his CPE Agility Trial Champion title.

We have both come a long way and have worked hard to become the team that we are today. I am so insanely proud and lucky to have this dog to play this awesome game with. My once-in-a-lifetime dog, my heart dog, my champion – The Great Gatsby. ❤

best friends

a/n: i need someone in my life asap why do i do this to myself,,, i hope you like this anyway!!

word count: 1,8k

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: so so sO cheesy and [chandler bing voice] i loathe myself

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gif isn’t mine!


Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.

You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?

This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.

That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.

You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.

By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.

Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.

And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.

He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.

Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.

Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.

”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.

Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.

”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”

You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.

Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.

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All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.

Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.

”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.

”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.

”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.

That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.

It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.

”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.

harry’s little sister

-james and lily having another baby about five years after harry, because the war is finally over, and lily always wanted more kids. so they do.

-they have a daughter. she looks exactly like lily. but. she has JAMes’S eYES. maybe they name her alice. after alice longbottom, who died fighting.

-so when she’s about five, ten year old harry and james take her out into the yard, and teach her how to fly on a broom. a tiny toy broom. not unlike the one that harry’s uncles gave him when he was small. and lily’s watching from inside the house. biting her lip because she doesn’t want anything to happen to her. but of course nothing does.

-harry gets out his actual broomstick, and they race. but james is helping her, and lily’s cheering everybody, and she wins.

-she loves harry more than anything, and he’s always just so fascinated by this tiny bundle of life that’s his baby sister, who he’d protect from anything.

-so a year later when harry gets his acceptance letter, and the whole potter family is at the train station to see him off, she cries. all the way home.

-lily helps her write him a letter, which becomes a weekly occurrence. harry never fails to answer them. lily sticks in pictures of her.

“alice regrew her hair!”
“look what you sister’s done!”
“she turned bathilda bagshot’s cat green!”
“silly lily and alice get the christmas tree ready!”
“she’s making a gift for her big brother (it’s a surprise!)”
“can’t wait to pick you up!”

-he proudly shows these around the gryffindor common room. nobody ever fails to grin, “she’s so cute, harry!” he beams like he gave birth to her himself. she becomes unofficial gryffindor mascot when harry’s put on the team.

-but back at home, she’s having a grand old time.

-she visits her grandparents (james’s parents. they were really nice).

-she visits the longbottom’s graves (it was scary and her mom was upset).

-she gets to walk around hogsmeade with her parents all to herself. james lets her pick out one thing at zonko’s.

-she visits her moony and paddy for a little while while her parents go on vacation. they spoil her rotten.

-when ron visits over the summer, they play quidditch. ron and harry are on one team, and her and her dad are on another. they win. lily laughs a lot.

-hermione visits too. she helps alice with her homework. and has a long chat with lily about feminism and things. it goes right over alice’s head. she already knows that girls are equal to boys. she falls asleep in lily’s lap.

-when she turns ten,and harry’s fifteen, he bring someone else home to visit. she has red hair too! her name is ginny, and alice’s love for her almost surpasses harry’s.

-she watches them play quidditch, and she’s just as good as harry. which she thought was impossible, unless you were her.

-she tries wearing her hair like ginny wears hers. ginny thinks she’s adorable. she is alice’s role model for years.

-the next year, she gets her letter too! it’s like a dream.

-she rides with other first years for most of the train ride, but winds up crawling into harry’s compartment and falls asleep in his lap. she knows she’s too old for it but it’s really comfortable, and she gets to see ginny, who makes sure she’s in the right place for the boats.

-all the other first years are in awe, a fifth year quidditch player personally escorted her? wow. and her older brother’s harry potter? wow.

-ginny goes to sit in her usual place with her year. so soon it’s just harry, hermione, and ron, waiting with baited breath, as a tiny girl with red hair climbs up onto the stool. and the hat is placed on her head, they watch as she shakes her head decisively, and she gets the biggest cheer of all, when she’s sorted into gryffindor.

-she shoots harry a brilliant smile, and goes to sit with some other first year girls. harry has to swipe his eyes. she writes home about it.

-james almost sends a howler to congratulate her, but lily steps in. she gets into lots of mischief, but it’s harmless.

-hagrid gives her piggyback rides across the grounds, and hermione still helps her with her homework sometimes. ron is always up to a game of exploding snap or gobstones, she usually manages to beat him, but it’s getting harder now.

-harry and ginny are in the process of teaching her chess. when she goes home for winter holidays she beats james, lily’s eyes leak tears of laughter, until she gets whooped too.
-when she gets sick at hogwarts for the first time, harry insists on spending the whole day with her in the infirmary. ron visits and she beats him at gobstones. the weasley twins show up and try to give her candy, “harry, it’s safe!” he doesn’t let her eat it. ginny brings her something delicious from honeydukes, and harry lets her eat that. she feels better in no time.

-although she likes hanging out with the older kids, she has lots of friends her age too. her favorite class is either charms, or transfiguration, and she finishes her first year with top marks. hermione is really proud, but not as proud as her mom is!

-a few years later, she is a maid of honor at harry and ginny’s wedding. she has a great time, and can’t be happier to have ginny as her sister.

-she’s just a really happy girl okay. harry’s little sister.

ty for reading this it’s just an idea i had

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do a fic where you are Arthur's sister and he walks in on Merlin tickles you and is astonished because you haven't laughed like that in ages?

Yes, totally!

Name: Little Sister’s Guardian

“No! No! Merlin, stop! Please!” you are choking on the laugher, as Merlin keeps tickling you, making you twitch and make incredibly weird noises. “Noooo!”

“What are you saying, Y/N?” he stops for a second, allowing you to take a breath.

“I am sorry! I am so, so sorry!” you breathe in quickly. “But your ears are sooo cute!” he grins and continues the tickling, counting your ribs with his strong fingers.

“Cute?”

“Manly! Manly!”

“Manly ears?” Merlin stops, looking at you, as you suddenly start laughing as a five year old, falling on the bed and trying to breathe. “Y/N, manly ears?”

“Yup,” you sit up and look at him, trying to get a little bit serious. “Very manly.”

“How dare you?” exclaims Merlin, leaning forward to tickle you more, but instead simply pushing you down, so you lay down and stare at the ceiling, still laughing. “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t,” he grins and falls down next to you, as you both keep giggling. “If my father saw us now, he would have beheaded us both.”

“For laughing?”

“Totally,” you smile, then sit up, realizing that your ribs hurt from so much tickling and laughing. “I do hate you, Merlin.”

“Oh, I love you too,” you grin and stand up, fixing your dress. Then you turn around and leave, knowing that Uther wanted to see you at some point after noon. And staying next to Merlin makes you laugh too loudly.

“Merlin,” Arthur walks in the room, as you leave it, so you hide behind the door, hoping to intervene when your brother tries to kill poor boy. “You made Y/N laugh.”

“I did, Sire.”

“How?” Merlin looks at him, not understanding what Arthur means. “How did you make her laugh?”

“Oh, just some tickling. And good friendship,” Merlin stands up and starts fixing the bed, when Arthur grabs his hand.

“I haven’t heard her laugh in a long time. Don’t you dare stop. You hear me?” Merlin nods. “I just want to see my little sister happy. And if your manly ears make her smile… So be it.”

“Yes, Sire,” Merlin nods again, hiding a huge smile, but Arthur doesn’t stop talking.

“Merlin. Thank you,” Merlin freezes, realizing that Arthur isn’t really good on thanking him. “She means a lot to me, I really appreciate what you are doing.”

“I am just being myself, Sire.”

“Yeah… You keep being yourself, Merlin.”

Like Father, Like Son - father!Kylo Ren x mother!Reader

A/N: Guess who has tonsillitis?
       I don’t think they have plastic in the SWU but a training lightsaber (Jedi and Sith) can’t chop off a limb, stab someone or give anyone a serious injury, just a minor burn. So lil Kylo’s is a training one…

Request: Can u do a oneshot were kylos 5 year old son follows him around the base dressed just like him minus the mask and when kylo gets mad his son starts to tell at the person who makes him mad and his son waves around a plastic version of kylos lightsaber

Warnings: Aggressive big and little Knights of Ren… ‘Beware’

To the five year old, he felt menacing; dressed just like his father and had lightsaber just like him too! (Even though it was for a padawan in training and a little smaller… a lot smaller.) He was a little bummed out that he couldn’t have a matching helmet, but as long as he looked cool scary, the little boy didn’t matter.

He would follow his father, Kylo Ren, around one day. Occasionally tripping up on the black robes that was a little bit too long. When himself and Kylo would greet Captain Phasma or General Hux on the bridge of the Finalizer, ‘Mini Ren’ would instantly hug his aunt Phasma, telling her about his day of being a Knight of Ren. 

When Hux asked for a hug, the five year old would reply with “My daddy doesn’t like you, So I don’t like you… General Sucks.” Earning chuckles from Kylo and Phasma. 


Later that evening when Kylo was showing his son around Finalizer, he had overheard a remark in one of the hallways that one of the officers had blabbered on to someone else how it was inappropriate for Kylo Ren to bring his son to work and he’s surprised that the ‘Poor child is still standing from one of Ren’s famous outrages’

This had got Kylo really wound up and he had followed the voice to the Officer who had decided it would be polite to make this retort. From the way his boots had suddenly stomped around the corner, the little boy knew his father was angry; so he should be angry too and followed him stomping his little boots in pattern.

When he had caught up with his father around the corner, he saw an officer almost cowering from Kylo’s wrath and the little ‘Mini Ren’ decided it was his time to shine, approaching the lion and it’s prey.

When Kylo saw his son stand just mere inches beside him, fumbling and trying to get the decoy training Lightsaber unhooked from his belt, he almost mentally face palmed.

The officer almost laughed just as Kylo sensed and tugged at his throat with the force, his son finally getting the lightsaber off, igniting it and pointing it towards the officer, “What is your business, Nurf Hurder?” the little boy squinted his eyes, “Are you a spy for the Resistence?” 

Red cross-guard lightsaber pointed at the officer, he actually felt intimidated as he thought to himself, ‘Did that imbecile really give his son a lightsaber?”

“Very well,” The little boy poked the man on shoulder, singeing through his uniform and giving the Commanding Officer a slight burn. “Trechurizuzs… Treacherous fool…”


The door of your room slid open as your Husband and Son walked in, Kylo carrying his helmet and a grin on his face. “What happened?” you asked, closing your book and placing it onto the coffee table.

“I stabbed someone!” Your son beamed, making you freeze in your spot and look your Husband in horror. “You let him stab someone?”

“Oh dear no, I was working and he intervened…” Kylo smiled down at his son, ruffling the small boy’s long dark hair. “I just pretended I didn’t see it,” 

fall // cth

this is for cliffordchick’s 13 nights of halloween the ending is a little weak and I wanted to write a bit more, but I think my brain is fried as of this point lol, but I hope you enjoy this and I’m really excited for the rest of thirteen nights of halloween, it’s such a good idea and all of the themes look like tons of fun :) 


Your daughter loved fall.

You’d never known anyone who loved fall as much as your five year old, until you’d met Calum. He’d been in your life for almost a year now and things were pretty serious, but it wasn’t often that you got to spend loads of time together. He was still touring and during his breaks he was always home with you and Harper, spending time with his two favorite girls. This happened to be one of those times that he was home for longer than a few weeks. He was home for three months this time and so far everything had been lovely. He’d helped you get ready for Harper’s first day of school during her first year and he held you and reassured you for hours after she’d gone off on the school bus. He was doing a lovely job of being there for you and Harper while things were busy.

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FtGoG Snippet: That Other One (Part 2)

There’s a part 3. Didn’t mean to, but this snippet grew past what I intended for it. It’s basically the condensed core part of the Gaara snippet.


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He did not know when it started. Perhaps that first day, when he relented and allowed her to lead him under the shade of the garden. Perhaps later, when his violent encounter with the Kyuubi host made him realize that he too, had something he wanted to protect. Perhaps even later than that. He was 12, a child. He knew nothing of love except that he had suffered plenty at its hand. It took until he was 14, when one day his brother jokingly told him—“It would have been creepy or inappropriate if you didn’t look like a little squirt. As it is though, you just look like a particularly clingy five year old.” he laughed at the boy’s stunned face. “You follow her everywhere! Somebody should pay that poor woman for babysitting you almost every day.”—for him to realize something was up.

He was 14, not quite a child in the eyes of his people, but not yet a man either. He was a creature locked in between, stuck in a metamorphosis that would take years to complete, twisting and squirming in the skin it was trying to shed. He looked at her. She was 21 that year, a woman grown, lovely, resplendent, like the sun wrapped up in a shell of flesh, and all of the sudden, the creature stirred somewhere in the pit of his stomach, clawed its way up, wrapped itself around his heart, squeezed. A visceral something bloomed in his chest.

He tumbled, dazed and confused. He wanted… He didn’t know what he wanted. Just that he wanted it very, very badly.

Adolescence. A bewildering, mortifying, and sometimes painful thing to go through. Not even the ninja-born were spared this humiliation. But most ninja his age had help, had support, had structure and discipline to fall back on, had been primed for the budding of their adulthood, for their sexuality. The boy, on the other hand, knew of no such things. His murderous child self had barred him from a proper education on the topic. And so when the onset of his own adolescence came, he flailed and floundered, ill at ease in his own body, at a loss at what to do, how to deal with it all. It was as if overnight, he had grown bigger than his skin and his bones could accommodate, and now the seams were coming apart, the gangly limbs tangling over each other, and always it happened when she was around to set off weird sparks in his stomach.

One day, he realized that he wanted more of her, more of her presence, more of her voice, more of her attention, and her time. He did not know why he wanted this, just that he wanted it, and the wanting would not go away, would become an incessant niggling that only grew and grew over time if he attempted to ignore it. He had never been denied the things he wanted before, by dint of his strength and what he meant to the village, so even now, after all that had happened and how much he had changed, he saw no reasons to deny himself what he wanted.

His first few attempts were crude and clumsy. Brazenly and without asking for permission, he inserted himself into her days, into her work, into her routine. He went to her house in the morning, ate breakfast with her, walked with her to the plantations, stayed there by her side. He accompanied her to meetings with civilian and ninja representatives alike. He followed her to the schools and to scheduled gatherings with the children of Sand. If she felt any sort of irritation, she did not say it. Instead, despite the abruptness of his intrusions, she welcomed his presence with an easy smile, as she always did. Eventually, the frequency of his presence by her side garnered notice, until his sister took him aside for a quick chat.

“You know, Gaara,” she said, tone apologetic. “Your following Kagome around was cute when you were a little thing, but you’re a big boy now. You know how it looks right? It doesn’t look good. I mean… even Kankurou notices and you know he’s a dolt about things like these.”

He stared at her mulishly. Temari sighed, rubbed the back of her neck.

“You know you’re giving her trouble right?”

… What?

“You are. You keep following her around and usually that’s not a bad thing so long as you don’t neglect your own work. Added security and all, but part of her job requires meeting with civilians and such and… well… your reputation precedes you. The elder folk, they remember how you were like… before.”

… Oh…

“They are scared Gaara… of you. And when they are busy being scared of the Jinchuriki in the room, they are not paying attention to her or the proposals she needs to push through. And worse, word is getting around. People tend to be nervous when they know they are going to have to share an enclosed space with a Jinchuriki with… a history. She hasn’t said a thing yet, but Oren told me two satellite town representatives who dropped out of a scheduled meeting without a reason last week… and… well… she needed them there in the room with her.”      

He stared at his sister in shock and mortification and not a small amount of irritation. He hadn’t realized, one part of him thought. So what if a few busybody civilians didn’t have the guts to stand in his presence? If they couldn’t deal with a mere ninja child, why then did they apply for citizenship in a ninja village in the first place? Thought the other part. But the idea of him making troubles for her, even unwittingly, was strangely uncomfortable, more so than the fact that apparently his mere presence was enough to send some paper-pusher civilians running. Finally, he muttered under his breath, “I’ll stop…”  

His sister pat him on the back. “You’re a good boy, Gaara. One day, everybody will realize that, even those old codgers. But for now, if it’s friendly company you want, I know a couple chuunin who really want to talk to you. Said they owe their life to you. How about…”

He put the rest of her ramblings out of his ears. It wasn’t them he wanted. He wanted… the only one he wanted… The creature stirred, restless.

Nevertheless, he kept his word and kept his visits to a minimum. For a while he tried to bear the incessant niggling, tried to wait it out, see if it would stop, see if he could stop it. It didn’t. He couldn’t. It grew. It was a constant white noise in his head, an itch that slowly overtook him, gradually getting so bad he felt like grinding his teeth in frustration at times. He found himself thinking of her in the morning when he woke up, and in the night before he went to sleep. They still met, of course, but it wasn’t nearly enough. And once in awhile, he’d catch the derisive laughter of Shukaku at the back of his head, the sound of it suggesting the raccoon knew some secret that the boy himself wasn’t privy to. It was, in one word, maddening!

He lasted for two whole weeks before his frustration and his impotent anger started giving birth to errant thoughts. He was a ninja, born and bred. Rules were meant to be broken or bent completely out of shape by people like him—whichever way was more convenient. What sort of ninja would he be if he didn’t even attempt to exploit the obvious loopholes in Temari’s words? If he couldn’t be seen with her openly, then he just had to make sure that nobody saw him.

Subterfuge and illusions were not his forte, but that was not to say that he had no skill in the art. He was a more direct kind of shinobi, and didn’t usually bother with the roundabout ways to deal with problems, but he did know a little something. His ninjutsu were taught to him by his father, and among the many, many ways to kill and maim someone with sand and chakra, he was also taught a way to spy on someone from afar. A technique requiring both a genetic affinity for certain elements and precise control of chakra to create a third eye made of either gold dust or sand. The eye, when properly connected to the optic nerves, granted vision from a great distance. It would be like he was right by her side, even if his physical body sat on the other side of the village.

Obviously, the original technique itself was unfit for the task. Too obvious. The moment the eyeball appeared anywhere near her, he’d be busted, if not by the kunoichi around her, then by either his siblings or, if he was unlucky enough, his own father, the one who taught him the technique to begin with. But the underlying ninjutsu principle was exactly what he needed. It would require just a little bit of tweaking to be up to the task.

He spent a week modifying the Daisan no Me. He broke the shape of the eyeball, forcing it back into clumps of condensed sand. He didn’t need the enhanced 360 degree vision that came with that form. Then he made the sand disperse a little. Desert village or not, floating clumps of condensed sand would still send warning signals to any ninja with some skill to their name, let alone the kunoichi around her who had all been trained for the task. He experimented with the nerve connections. Taking her strangely potent sensory ability into mind, he dropped the chakra amount put into the technique until it became a thin thread barely held together by his will.

The result was a technique that would be no good for any sort of reconnaissance requirements. It retained the massive range, but it could only focus on a single close proximity target at a time and if he didn’t concentrate, then the visual quality transmitted through the link would be all but useless. Prolonged use also put a greater mental strain on him due to the focus required. In return however, it became an extension of himself. He could see and hear through it, and manipulate it to a greater extent. Its form had become a mist of dust particles, which was all but invisible unless the right light was put on it. And to top it off, the amount of chakra powering the entire thing was so faint it got lost in the ambient energy of the earth. It was a work of combined precision and his own inborn affinity for the desert element. Even his father, the creator of the original technique, would have trouble replicating something like this. Certainly his control of gold dust was impeccable, but the boy was born from the desert element itself. From the moment he exited his mother’s womb, he had been cradled in sand. The difference in affinity between father and son was significant.

He felt strangely pleased as he contemplated this. Rare were the times the son could claim he surpassed the father in just about any things.  

After a few tests, he deemed the technique ready, then, selecting a day, he set about field-testing it for the first time. In a training session when she came by to check up on him, he tagged her with the locator end of the technique, and later on that day, when he was ensconced in the safety of his own room, activated the seals. It blinked to life with a thought, the vision, the sound, the scene.

It worked. It worked perfectly. Sitting on his bed with one hand on his eye and the other on his ear, the boy watched her in the company of her kunoichi bodyguards as they made way from work to home. Not a one of them noticed anything was out of place, not her, and not the sensor specialist assigned to her protection. Happiness born not from battle sparked through him. Excitement from having successfully circumvented the sister’s order. Pride at having created a technique that bested even the most adept of sensors, even if it was built on top of what his father gave him and was probably good for nothing else. He sat up a bit straighter, allowed himself a smile as his specter followed her in his place.  

For the next several weeks, the boy knew contentment. He still prefered to physically be in her company, to claim her attention for himself, to have her speak to him, smile at him. But following her as a specter as she went about her day had its perks. He learned little things about her, things that he hadn’t noticed before or she simply hadn’t done in his presence. He learned that she apparently had a love for Oden of all things, and that during lunch time she would occasionally steal away to the nearest garden or plantation where she sat alone in silent contemplation. He often wondered what she thought about during those moments. Old memories perhaps, of that faraway homeland she would never see again, of friends and comrades she would never reunite with? Could she have left her own family behind? Left someone important behind? Could she be thinking of them, even now? The thought rankled him something deeply, for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp. The idea that someone somewhere inhabited a part of her mind even now…

But then he would immediately dispel such thoughts by sitting beside her in specter form. It didn’t matter if she used to have a home somewhere else. Suna was her home now. She was happy here, he was sure of it. And perhaps it was not memories of the past that occupied her mind, but plans for the future. He wondered if he were in those plans, in her thoughts, the same way she was in his. Like that, he wiled the days away at her side. Gentle mornings, lazy afternoons, breezy sundays under the shade of the orchards, where she read him a new story from the big book she had been working on. The god of happiness, a monk once told him, is in the little things. If that was true, then perhaps the boy was the happiest boy in Suna at that moment, for he had not one, not two, but a thousand little things with which to entrap said god, a thousand such moments when he could feel nothing but a quiet, sated sort of contentment, when everything was right in the world, and he was exactly where he needed to be.    

But of course, like all good things, it had to end.

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TBC

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A/N: Two guesses as to what happens next.

Part 3 (and probably last) will come soon. It’s the whammy part, the most intense and gut punching part of the snippet. Arguably, also the part that requires the most nuanced writing and technical skill to pull off. 


Funnily enough, part 2 is pretty fluffy compared to part 1 and part 3. Gaara is being a bit of a teenager (as befitting of his age and life experience) in this part, getting into troubles and rationalizing it away (I’m totally not gonna be busted by my siblings or my father!). I felt amused when I wrote that part of the snippet. 


For people who feel like I’m just out to make Gaara suffer, well, please don’t be so upset. I’m not being mean to Gaara for no reason you know. As I said before, I always prioritize plot and characterization over everything else in the story. This may not look like it, but this is very much part of Gaara’s character arc in FtGoG. After part 3, I’m gonna do a mini post on canon Gaara characterization and the things I want to do with his characterization in FtGoG. All of this suffering has a point to it. I may be a sadist, but suffering with no cause and no context is just plain crude. 

Also… 


Joke Omake: What if Gaara were socially tone-deaf enough to just use the original Daisan no Me instead of tweaking it into a discreet specter form? 


One fine morning in Sunagakure, an eyeball made out of sand appeared over Kagome’s shoulder and started following her around the village, prompting all sorts of reactions from villagers and ninja alike. On the other end of the village, a panicky Temari hunted down her little brother and yelled at him. 

“I told you to stop following her already!”

“…I’m not following her.”

“Your eyeball is! That’s even worse!” 

And that is the story of how Rasa was forced to finally talk to his youngest son about the birds and the bees and other related topics, thus traumatizing the both of them in the process. 

I WANT TO TALK ABOUT TOKYO MEW MEW

Ok so nobody cares but sometimes I think about tokyo mew mew like

PUDDING AND TARUTO
OK SO THESE TWO ARE LIKE 8/10 YEARS OLD

about Taruto: WHO TF SENDS A 8/10 YEAR OLD TO A FCKNG WAR
LIKE OK HE’S A KID HE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO GO KILL PEOPLE IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS OWN PEOPLE
LIKE YEAH AT LEAT PIE IS OLDER LIKE A YOUNG ADULT AND KISSHU… HE’S A TEENAGER BUT WHY TARUTO??? I’M SURE THERE ARE GROWN UP SOLDIERS WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SEND A 10 YEARS OLD KID????

About Pudding: ok but whATTHEFCK SHE’S LIKE 10 TOO, SO HER MOM DIED AND HER FATHER DECIDED TO TRAVEL THE WORLD AND FIGHT???? DUDE YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR 10 Y/O DAUGHTER TO LOOK AFTER HER FIVE LITTLE SIBLINGS AND TAKE CARE OF THE HOUSE ON HER OWN. THAT SHT HAS TO BE ILLEGAL WHERE’S CHILD PROTECTION SERVICES???? AND HE EVEN SENDS A DUDE WHO’S LIKE 10 YEARS OLDER THAN HER TO BE HER FIANCE
WHERE
IS
CHILD
PROTECTION
SERVICES???????

So things I would like to see (I’ll never be able to but who cares?):

Taruto expressing his feelings and being loved(??? Because I think we all know he trust Kish more than Pie even tho Pie is his actual brother WHO LITERALLY MURDERED HIM IN THE LASTS EPISODES
SO THIS 10 Y/O SWEETIE HAD TO FIGHT HIS OLDER BROTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FINAL BATTLE IN ORDER TO DEFEND THE EARTH AND HE GOT STABBED, HE GOT KILLED BY HIS OWN BROTHER. I WANT TARUTO AND PIE TO TALK, MAYBE KISSHU BEING THE MEDIATOR (pls give this child help too, he needs to be emotionally stable) I WANT THESE THREE TO BE HAPPY SAFE OK?

And Pudding… please save Pudding from a planned marriage pls, I want her to chose who she wants to marry if she wants to

Big Brother Adrien AU!

bc I was peer-pressured into posting this by the miracuchat ( @frostedpuffs @itsnotyou-itsmimi @cinnamonsaurus @chloe-bourgeois-rossi )

  • their mom died during childbirth of the second child
  • Gabriel kinda lowkey blames his second child (a girl who probably looks exactly like their mom)
  • Adrien can’t bring himself to blame his little sister for her death so he does his best to shelter her from Gabriel’s abuse
  • she can’t pronounce Adrien so she calls him ‘Dree’ or something ridiculous and the first time she does it he TEARS UP
  • she’s like 6 years younger than him
  • he’s overprotective but nOT OVERBEARING BC HE DOESNT WANT TO BE HIS FATHER
  • he can’t keep Chat Noir from her (because she’s like five years old, people will just brush her off if she does)
  • Plagg ADORES HER and calls her his ‘little kitten’ and they play all the time and Plagg always CUDDLES WITH HER AND ADRIEN HAS TEN THOUSAND PICTURES ON HIS PHONE
  • the first time Marinette shows up at Adrien’s house his sister immediately recognizes her as Ladybug
  • Marinette has a heart attack in their doorway while Adrien apologizes for his sister making assumptions
  • his sister has ADORABLE BUCK TEETH and the MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE and has to get braces later and when it happens Adrien’s constantly in the kitchen making soup and other soft or liquid things for her to eat (buck teeth hc credit to Mimi!!!)
  • she can tell when Adrien’s having a shitty day and she’ll tiCKLE HIM UNTIL HE SMILES PLS (creds to ash)
  • shES THE BIGGEST ADRIENETTE SHIPPER and she hates them for being so oblivious (creds to ash)
  • she wants to be like Adrien so she grows out her bangs to look like hIS (creds to mimi)
  • shES CHAT’S BIGGEST FAN SHE HAS T SHIRTS AND SIPPY CUPS AND SHE LOVES CATS AS MUCH AS ADRIEN DOES (ash)
  • Mari babysits sometimes during adrien’s photoshoots and his sister will nOT STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM but Mari doesn’t mind a T  ALL (ash)
  • BIG SISTER CHLOE WHO SPOILS ADRIEN’S SISTER ROTTEN (konrad)
  • chloe brings her hair ties and old clothes and new clothes and chloe refuses to say mean things about people in front of her
LJP

Liam’s initials look like a brand and I bet Harry would pay billions for it.

Five year old Liam bit his lip as the moving van parked out front of the house next door. He hoped there was a little boy to play with. But then you stepped out of the truck. You were talking to the teddy bear in your arms and you grabbed your tiny suitcase from the back as your mom grabbed your hand and pulled you inside–a bit roughly. That was weird for Liam to see…you didn’t run near the road, why would you be pulled that way by your mom? Liam ran outside. He was wearing his favorite light up shoes, a Batman T-shirt and a pair of pants. He sat on his tire swing hanging from the big oak tree in his front yard. You came outside as people moved boxes inside for your mother. You looked around the house shyly and then sat in the yard beneath a shady tree. Liam saw you and he would never tell his friends, but he fell for the pretty little girl that was there talking to her teddy bear and . He walked over to the fence and peered between the slats. “Hi,” he said shyly. “I’m Liam,” he said. You looked at him and smiled sweetly. You were missing your top tooth. You lisped your name a bit when you spoke. “You lost a tooth?” He asked. You nodded. “Was it weird?” He asked. “Mine’s wiggly and I’m scared,” he said shyly.

“It was weird. But it doesn’t hurt,” you reassured him. He smiled softly. “Is that swing scary?” You asked.

He shook his head and held his hand out. “You can try if you want. I’m good at it. I can show you how. My dad showed me how to pump my legs and everything,” he said. You looked at your teddy bear and then at Liam’s hand. He smiled softly. “You can bring your teddy,” he said kindly. You nodded and held onto your bear as Liam helped you onto the swing. From that moment on Liam and you were inseparable.

*

When you were fifteen Liam found you swinging on his swing while waiting for him to get up so you could start your weekend together. Every Saturday morning the two of you would go on an adventure. When you were younger you weren’t allowed out of your yards and made up entire villages and imaginative lands. When you were a little bit older you could venture around the street. Now you two just walked for hours into town and came back late in the evening. Liam would hold your hand and walk you around. Somehow, despite spending almost every waking hour together, you’d never run out of things to say. Liam smiled from the front window watching his pretty best friend in skinny jeans and her favorite pea coat twirl around on the swing. You looked like a model and he was absolutely gone for you. He ran outside taking a running jump onto the swing, kneeling so he could peer down at you. “Hi, babe,” he said as you twirled around on the rope with a smile.

“Hi, Li,” you grinned up at him. He hopped off the swing and helped you down. You put your book inside the bag you had and Liam held his arm out for you to take. You hooked your elbow through his and smiled at him as he walked. “You okay?” You asked.

He smiled softly and looked ahead at the trees. “Um…I’m going to try out for X-Factor, again,” he said softly. He’d been putting off telling you–he knew you’d be sad to see him go like last time. He knew that part of you was grateful he hadn’t made it. He was too young and you wanted him to yourself for longer.

“Oh,” you said in surprise. “That’ll be awesome,” you smiled. “And you’ll get in this time. You should have last time,” you nodded knowingly. He loved your encouragement. He knew you were a bit bummed–even he was bummed he’d be leaving you for a bit.

He bit his lip. “I hope…I think everything would be so much better.”

“What would be better?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t get teased as much,” he mumbled. You pouted.

“They don’t you, Liam. They don’t know how…” You took a deep breath. It was probably that first day that five year old Liam showed you how to pump your legs on the swing. Or maybe it was the day you made his tooth fall out from hitting him with a ball…It could have been the day after your voice was hoarse from a screaming match with your mother and Liam didn’t say anything–just made you tea and wrapped an arm around you as you both watched the clouds because you were so upset with your mother and home life. Somewhere…over the past ten almost eleven years…you fell for the sweet boy next door. He was the only one who knew that your dad flaked out, your mom was a wreck, and you were basically on your own. Liam was your best friend and you told him everything. But Liam knew when you walked out the door for your first day of high school together that you would be popular–you were gorgeous, athletic, intelligent, and hilarious. You were the perfect girl and you didn’t see that. And Liam wasn’t popular. And he got teased for it. People ignored you when you talked about Liam. Or to Liam. But you didn’t care. Liam did. He wanted you to be happy.

Because maybe it was how you talked to your teddy bear when you were lonely when you didn’t know if Liam was up and ready to play yet, maybe it’s how nervous you got when Liam pulled you too far from the house but reassured you that it would be okay and held your soft little hand for the first time, or maybe it’s that despite the popularity you gained in the first few months of high school, you still talked to Liam. Still saw him more than anyone. You skipped parties and dinner plans to be with Liam as much as possible. And Liam fell in love with you.

“They have no idea how special you are,” you told him.

He smiled. “I guess I’ll settle for my best girl knowing,” he said softly and pressed a kiss on your cheek. You blushed as you both continued walking toward town to start your weekend.

*

You watched his name flash across every social media trend, every paper, every magazine. You missed him so much. He hadn’t forgot about you…exactly. He was busy. He liked your pictures on Instagram and messaged you once in a blue moon. But you were busy too. Your mom had become all but useless. You worked a lot…you tutored in your free time and worked as a school guidance counselor the rest of the time. Liam knew that…he knew you were probably perfect for that job. You moved out of your house so you could get away from the crazy. Instead of having weekend adventures with Liam, you spent your weekend trying to get your mother’s house in order. You would say hi to Liam’s parents and stare at the swing in his front yard that started your friendship. You missed him a lot.

You were so unbelievably proud of his success. People from high school were pissed they teased them. But they were sure to stick their noses in your business and remind you that you haven’t seen Liam in well…years.

His mom gave you tickets to see One Direction. And you took them. You cried as you watched the show because Liam looked so happy. You were so proud of them. You headed backstage when prompted. You looked around the area–there were clothes strewn about and tens of people rushing around like crazy. Liam was on the phone almost immediately when he was off the stage. “Mum, where are you?” He asked. “I didn’t see you at all tonight,” he said softly. His face paled and he looked around quickly not seeing you. The boys were taking pictures with other fans but Liam wasn’t interested as fans asked him what he was doing as he scanned the room. Then he saw you. Your breath caught in your throat, tears filled your eyes. His phone slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor. He hurried across the room–fans stood stunned. He gathered you in his arms, your feet lifted off the ground as he held you close to his body. He smelled awful but he was real and in your arms. You cried as you buried your face into his neck. “Hi beautiful,” he said and he felt awful for causing your tears. He knew you weren’t mad–or you wouldn’t be here. You couldn’t believe he was so much stronger now. You clung to him, unable to speak. He set you on the ground and cupped your face staring at you. “I…I–there’s no excuse, darling,” he pushed your hair from your face. You sniffled a little more and shook your head. You knew he was apologizing for letting you go.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s not,” he said. He was scruffier now. A bunch of stubble and thick muscles. “God…you…you got more beautiful,” he whispered in amazement. “You look amazing,” he said softly.

“Back at you,” you said. “But you…you look like…God, you look like a model, you don’t look like my LiLi that would spend hours walking with his dorky neighbor through Wolverhampton.” He smiled shyly.

“She’s not dorky. And she’s not a neighbor anymore I hear,” he said softly.

“No, she uh…she needed to get away. Too much bad.”

He frowned and stared at you. “You know, fifteen year old Liam was an idiot. He should have kissed you. Should have taken you with him to the auditions and not let go of your hand for one second,” he said softly. “Because he doesn’t deserve you now. He missed four years of your life and he can’t even begin to figure how he’s going to make that up to you.”

You smiled at him. He was a dream come true. “Liam,” you said softly.

“What, darling?” He asked sadly. He’d do anything for you. If you asked, he was going to do it. He owed you that much.

“Would you ever consider dating me?” You asked shyly. Your cheeks turned pink. His lips parted.

“Oh God, yes,” he said and pulled you close to him and pressed his mouth on yours. You moaned at the sensation wishing you had this five years earlier.

“Is this the girl next door?” Harry snickered as Liam inhaled your lips. Liam pulled away begrudgingly. You giggled and Liam sighed.

“Mm,” he hummed gazing at you as if your heart 

“We’ve heard all about you, babe,” Louis smirked. “Welcome to the family.”

You giggled and looked at Liam. “You remembered me?” You asked.

“Babe, he never shuts up about you,” Zayn said knowingly. You bit your lip and looked at Liam.

“I love you Liam,” you said softly.

He sighed with relief and cupped your face again and lightly brushed his lips against yours. “I love you too,” he whispered. You smiled and ignored the groans of the girls behind you. He peppered your face with kisses. “I love you so much and you won’t regret this, darling,” he promised and squeezed you again.

“I didn’t think I would,” you whispered and nuzzled further into his hug.

The Bidders as Uncle’s to MC’s child - Request!

So this was pretty far down on my request list, but I actually got inspired for it last night right before I fell asleep, so I figured, why not?

What the bidders are like as Uncle’s to the MC’s child.

Enjoy!

Baba - Baba was an absolute natural with children. He was always more than happy whenever you and Ota asked him to look after your little girl.
He treated her like a princess and indulged her every little desire, much to your dismay. Though whenever you tried to suggest she would end up spoiled, Baba reminded you that with you and Ota as parents, she would be a wonderful little girl.
Having been left with your daughter for the afternoon, Baba spent his time playing tea party and having mock conversations with Sakura’s little teddy bears, much to the despair of Eisuke and Soryu.
‘You wouldn’t think you were a thirty five year old man,’
‘As if you don’t behave the same when you’re presented with this pretty little lady?’ Baba asked, Sakura waving shyly to Eisuke and making him clear his throat in embarrassment as he waved back.
‘So what would you like to do little lady?’ Baba asked, seeing Sakura look up to him with her bright blue eyes when she suddenly reached for him.
‘Up!’
Smiling brightly at her, Baba removed his fedora as he picked her up and settled her on his shoulders.
‘Your wish is my command little Princess,’ he remarked, getting to his feet and carrying Sakura around on his shoulders, making her squeal with delight.
Baba adored Sakura. Ever since she had been born, he had doted on her and enjoyed how much she seemed to take to him. Feeling her little fingers hold onto his soft hair, he only smiled further as he continued to entertain her throughout the afternoon with his elaborate voices as he read her stories until she fell asleep, curled up in his lap with a blanket draped over her.
‘Looks like you’re having fun,’ Ota grinned as he walked into the room, seeing Baba looking worn out as he sat back on the sofa with your daughter in his arms.
‘How was your trip to the new gallery?’ Baba asked, seeing Ota wrap his arm around your slender waist and making you blush. Despite having been your husband for four years, you still couldn’t adjust to his gestures of affection in public.
‘It was good, though I still wish we could have had Sakura with us,’ he pouted slightly.
‘She’s been asking for you,’ Baba responded, lifting a sleepy Sakura in his arms as he handed her to you and Ota.
‘Daddy?’
‘Hi there little one…’ he smiled warmly, cradling her gently in his arms. ‘Did you have fun with Uncle Baba?’
‘Baba,’ she smiled sleepily as she settled herself against his chest.
‘Thank you so much,’ you remarked gratefully as Ota took your hand and kissed it. One of his many reminders of how important you were to him.
‘Anytime. You know I love the little Princess,’ he smiled kindly, leaving you with no doubt in your mind that he was a wonderful Uncle.

Ota - The fun Uncle. It was early in the evening when Mamoru finally returned to the penthouse of Tres Spades. While you and Mamoru were working late, you had asked Ota to watch over your little girl.
Being sure to put out his cigarette before entering the living area, Mamoru soon discovered you still weren’t back.
Finding Ota sat on the floor with your little one, Mamoru’s expression softened considerably as he saw his daughter happily giggling beside the young artist.
‘Like this?’ she asked innocently, showing Ota how she pressed her hands onto the paper as he guided her and showed her how to make pretty shapes.
‘Exactly! Great job Mia!’ he smiled cheerfully, his own hands also dipped in paint as he coloured with her while the others looked on in amusement.
‘If I’d have known this was the way to keep Ota entertained, I’d have gotten him some colouring books,’ Eisuke smirked, though Ota ignored him as he continued quite happily playing with Mia.
‘Uncle Eisuke is just jealous that he doesn’t have our talent, right Mia?’
‘Yep! Look Ota! I made a heart!’
‘Wow!’ he exclaimed, looking at it as though it was the most perfect piece of art he had ever seen. ‘That’s amazing! You’re going to show me up at this rate!’
‘Thanks for looking after her. For a brat, ya ain’t half bad,’ Mamoru remarked, kneeling down next to Mia as she reached up for him with her blue and pink hands.
‘Hang on Mia,’ Ota remarked, wiping her hands gently and taking off the paint before wiping his own hands as you came in the room.
‘Mama!’ Mia called out happily, running over to you as you knelt down and scooped her up in your arms.
‘Hi,’ you smiled, kissing her nose as she nuzzled her face in your neck.
‘Thank you so much Ota,’ you continued, walking over to them as Ota got to his feet besides Mamoru.
‘We’ve been painting Mama,’ Mia remarked, pointing at the different pictures as you beamed brightly.
‘Wow, such pretty pictures,’ you responded as Mia reached out her hands for Mamoru.
Swapping her over, Mamoru kissed you softly on the lips with a smile before turning to Ota.
‘Thanks again for looking after her.’
‘Anyone can look after a child,’ Eisuke chimed in.
‘You’re just jealous at how good I am with kids,’ Ota grinned, an expression of pride on his face.
‘Yeah, besides, don’t take it away from him. The kid probably likes having someone his own age to play with,’ Mamoru smirked, seeing Ota pout slightly when Mia turned to him.
‘Can I play with Ota again Mama?’
‘Well, that depends on whether Ota would like to look after you again,’ you smiled kindly, making Ota grin again as he looked down to your daughter.
‘Of course, who am I to deprive the prettiest little girl of her favourite Uncle,’ he smirked, hearing words of objection from the others and making you laugh.

Soryu - Soryu didn’t know what to do with himself. Why did Olivia like him so much anyway? He was a scary mobster…and where on earth were Inui and Samejima anyway?
Mentally thinking of ways he could punish them later, Soryu was soon brought back to the present by a little tug on his cuff.
Looking down to the sweet little girl on his lap, Soryu offered her a rare smile that he never let anyone else see. After all, it wouldn’t do him much good to be deemed soft now…
‘Unca Sor!’ she smiled brightly, giggling as she reached for his gun.
‘No, no, that’s not for little girls,’ Soryu remarked, quickly removing his holstered weapon and placing it aside where she couldn’t reach it.
Ever since you and Baba had your little girl, she took a shine to Soryu above the others when the bidders had to watch over her.
So when you and Baba were both busy with work, they had naturally asked Soryu to watch her. While he had begrudgingly agreed to it, a part of him was happy that Olivia liked him over the others. Not that he would ever admit to such a thing.
Seeing the way she looked at the book on the table beside him, Soryu realised that she seemed curious by the detective novel he was reading.
‘You want to read some?’ he asked, picking the book up when Olivia automatically shifted into his lap, understanding that he was going to read to her.
Reading from where he had left off, Soryu got lost in the story as he spoke aloud to Olivia, knowing that she probably wouldn’t understand too much of what was going on, but she smiled and made small noises of happiness all the same.
Within a couple of chapters, he soon realised that her head was drooping slightly and eased her back so that she wouldn’t fall. Seeing her peaceful sleeping face as her chest rose and fell softly, Soryu had been almost disappointed when you and Baba appeared in the penthouse lounge.
‘There’s my pretty little lady,’ Baba cooed softly, his voice dropping when he realised that Olivia was sleeping as Soryu put the book aside and wordlessly lifted Olivia up to hand her to you.
‘Soryu, thank you so much for watching over her,’ you smiled, when Soryu blushed, averting your gaze.
‘Well, it’s better to leave her with someone competent,’ he amended, still not looking you in the eye when Baba chuckled.
‘Who’d have thought our little Princess would take such a liking to her Uncle Soryu,’ Baba chimed in, wrapping an arm around you as he suggested you both put her to bed.
‘If you’re ever…you know. She’s no more of a hassle to watch over than Inui or Samejima…’
‘Thank you Soryu,’ you responded, offering him a kind smile. He really did love being an Uncle…even if he’d never admit to it.

Mamoru - ‘The hell I have to look after this kid for anyway? It’s bad enough having one around here an’ the little brat without another one,’ Mamoru sighed heavily. ‘Can’t even smoke.’
Mamoru really didn’t understand it. But then again, he didn’t understand Eisuke either. It only made sense that his daughter would surprise him by taking a liking to him.
‘What is it with the amount of kids we got around here lately?’ he sighed, when Sari came trotting over to him, almost falling over when Mamoru caught her easily in his arms.
‘Go easy kid, you’re gonna give me a heart attack runnin’ around like that,’ he remarked, a kindness in his tone as he ran a hand through his hair.
‘Mamo!’ she giggled brightly, reaching up her hands with an imploring look.
‘Seriously kid?’ he asked, though he could never say no to those sweet blue eyes.
‘Alright,’ he responded, thinking how he’d die of embarrassment if anyone ever saw this. Putting Sari on his back, he let her ride him around the living area until he got tired out of being her pony. With Sari quite happy and contented, he was able to distract her from wanting to play more games like that with some ice cream and Disney movies.
Settling back on the sofa in exhaustion, Mamoru wondered how the hell you and Eisuke managed to do all this on a daily basis. Though as he looked down at her happy little face as she tried to sing a long with the movie, he couldn’t help but smile.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad having another kid around the place after all.
Within a couple of hours, Sari was fast asleep, curled up on the sofa with her favourite blanket draped over her as Mamoru realised he continued to watch the animated movies without her.
Realising it just as you were returning with Eisuke, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep in the hopes of stopping you from finding out that he had been watching movies like that alone, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.
‘Mamoru?’
‘Hm?’ he responded, trying to act as sleepy as possible when he looked up to see you glancing over him with a smile.
‘I hope Sari didn’t tire you out too much…’
‘Well, considerin’ she’s your kid, it wasn’t too bad,’ he responded gruffly, trying not to sound as though he’d enjoyed himself.
‘I do wonder what kind of taste she has when you’re her preferred Uncle,’ Eisuke smirked, before picking her up in his arms.
‘I could say the same about your wife an’ how she deals with a smart ass like you every day of the damn week,’ Mamoru shot back, a grin on his face as Eisuke wrapped his arms around you protectively as you laughed.
‘Jealous Mamoru?’
‘Of a kid? Nah, I’m good,’ he responded, when you stepped forward and thanked Mamoru for helping you both out.
‘Anytime…’ he responded airily, leaving the room to have a cigarette, though you and Eisuke smiled at each other wryly as you knew how much he secretly enjoyed being an Uncle to Olivia.
‘You think we should tell him we saw the security footage?’ you asked, seeing Eisuke grin wickedly.
‘Not yet…’

Eisuke - ‘Really, Eisuke’s gonna look after Amelia?’ Ota remarked in surprise.
‘Yeah, you know how she is with him,’ you responded, getting ready to go and meet Soryu.
‘I’ll be back in a couple of hours, now are you sure you’ve got everything?’ you asked, looking at the sleeping Amelia as Eisuke scoffed.
‘Of course I do. Who do you think I am?’
‘Alright,’ you responded holding your hands up, ‘if you have any problems, give me a call.’
‘He’d probably die first before admitting he needed help,’ Baba grinned, with Eisuke glaring daggers at him.
‘Oh dear…boss is mad.’
‘Well, don’t wake the baby with the yelling, thanks again Eisuke, I’ll see you later,’ you remarked, giving Amelia a gentle kiss before leaving the suite with Baba and Ota soon following at Eisuke’s deathly glare.
‘What do they think is so hard about taking care of a baby anyway? I run a million dollar business flawlessly. How hard can it be?’
Straightening out his work jacket, Eisuke had been about to go and make a phone call when Amelia started to whine a little as she woke up.
‘Hm?’
Leaning over and lifting her gently out of her crib, Eisuke looked over her sleepy face and asked her what was wrong in a very adult way as if he expected her to answer in kind.
‘I’ll show them,’ he grumbled, looking aside when Amelia reached out and touched his nose, her little fingers so gentle and soft as she cocked her head to one side.
‘Iske!’ she giggled as she clapped her hands together. She couldn’t say much and Eisuke was a bit of a struggle for her, but whenever she was around the other bidders, he was the only one that she seemed interested in besides her Father.
‘I suppose you must have good taste to like me,’ he remarked, sitting down with her on his knee as he held her hands while she sat upright. ‘It’s Eisuke…’
‘Iske!’
‘Eisuke…’
‘Iske!’
Sighing with a smile, Eisuke wondered how it was possible that such a little thing as this could make him feel so relaxed and contented.
Hearing the phone ring, Amelia looked startled as Eisuke reassured her gently before picking up the phone with a sharp tone to his voice.
‘What. No. I’m busy. Kenzaki just cancel everything else for the rest of the day. I’m in the middle of something very important and I do not want to be disturbed again. If I hear this phone ring again in the next few hours you’re fired.’
Putting it down in irritation, Eisuke realised how annoyed he had gotten at Kenzaki for startling Amelia and looked at her curiously.
‘You’re just as much of a mystery as she is, aren’t you?’ he asked, thinking of you. He could see you in Amelia, though she had Soryu’s dark hair. As she moved forward and tried to clamber up Eisuke’s chest, Amelia soon settled down and began to snooze softly against his chest, with nothing to disturb her as Eisuke gently rubbed her back, uttering soft words as he rocked her gently. Maybe being a favourite Uncle really wasn’t so bad…

So there you have it! I actually really enjoyed writing that. It was something a bit light hearted after my last head canon post :) The guys are are just too sweet! 

I hope you all enjoyed! 

Much love! 

~xMasqueradeAngelx 

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It had been far too long since he had been able to take Oisin from his mother and bring him to his own home. Now, however, felt like a good time to do it. Things had settled, things felt safe, and now he stood at the elevator with an over-excited, (freshly turned) five year old clinging to his hand.

Da, did you know that your ears keep growing until you die? And that bubble wrap was invented to be used as wall paper? Did you know that birds don’t pee?

Bellamy looked down at his son and grinned a little, a real grin, before shaking his head. “No, Oshee, I didn’t. Where’d you learn that?”

Oisin was in the middle of answering when footsteps approached and Bellamy pulled his son a little closer, looking behind himself to address the on-comer with a nod.

I need feminism

Because my three year old cousin wants to wear makeup and his dad says no, when he ask why it’s because “makeup is for girls”.
Because to insult a man, you compare him to a woman.
Because the toy stores aisles are gendered. Girls have dolls and boys have superheroes.
Because I shouldn’t have to change how I want to look to avoid being attacked.
Because a man can be attractive and intelligent, but as a woman I have to choose which one I want to be?
Because children are told if a boy hits you it’s because he likes you.
Because boys should be held accountable for their actions.
Because victim blaming and rape culture is fucking bullshit.
Because it’s easy to ignore sexism when it works in your favour.
Because when a little girl is bought a swimming costume it must cover her chest and nipples. A five year old should not be hyper sexualised.
Because girls do not dress for boy and somehow that’s a foreign concept.
Because boys should be allowed to show emotions.

Because our society says it’s degrading to be a woman.
Because equal rights for all genders shouldn’t be a luxury, or a privilege. It shouldn’t have to be earned. It is a necessity.

Omg you guys the cutest little boy, like two or three years old, came into Starbucks with his dad, and just stood about five feet away from where Daenerys is sleeping, and just kept standing there and staring at her with wide eyes and clutching his hands together, with his mouth wide open in pure wonder.

He saw me watching him and looked at me and then back at Daenerys and then back at me, and I said, “do you want to pet her?”
He said, “Doggie sleeps.”
“I can wake her up.”
“No. Doggie sleeps. I watch.”

And he stood there staring at her for probably another ten minutes before his dad got his drink and they were ready to leave.

Totally made my day.

Photograph

So I’ve had a few very similar prompts asking this sort of thing:
”please write a prompt about what you think might’ve happened in that picture that kev posted with caterina”
I’ve also seen a lot of other writers doing a wonderful job fulfilling this prompt so I thought I’d do a different spin on it…

“Grandad, pleeeeaaaase,” the small child begged, holding the photo album out. He clearly looked like he was struggling with the weight of it as his weak arms started to wobble.

“I tell you what, Derek,” the elderly gentleman replied from his armchair near the roaring fire. “Tonight we can go through five of the pictures, that way we still have lots left for other nights. Deal?”

“Deal!” the small six-year-old climbed up onto the armchair, managing to snuggly fit in next to his Grandfather.

“Can I see?” a little girl’s voice piped up.

“Of course you can Leah,” the arms of the adult lifted her four-year-old body onto his knee.

Amelia entered the room but stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She saw her grandson tucked in next to her husband, and her precious granddaughter on his knee. None of them could see her from her position so she thought she’d silently soak in the perfect moment.

“Ok, Derek, first picture. Flick open on any random page and I’ll tell you the story behind the photo,” Owen told him. Derek’s little fingers held the book out for all to see.

“That is Grandad’s good friend Callie. And her daughter is your mummy’s friend, sofia.”

“So that’s Claudia’s grams?” Derek worked out.

“That’s the one. Except Claudia calls Callie Granny and Arizona Nanna. Well this day was one of your grandmother’s first days at work when she moved to Seattle.”

“And did you take the picture?” Derek asked.

“No, I think it was a selfie,” Owen pondered.

“Did you fall in love with her that day?” Leah asked.

“No… I didn’t even know her at that point,” Owen told them.

“Was it not love at first sight?” Leah frowned, confused as to what the other option could possibly be.

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