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Wyoming Man Andy Sandness Gets ‘Miracle’ Face Transplant 10 Years After Attempting Suicide

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His doctor called it a 'miracle,’ but for Andy Sandness, a face transplant gave him his life back, 10 years after he’d tried to end it all.

The Wyoming man, 31, received a face transplant at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota last June in a 56-hour operation, according to the Associated Press.

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BTS Reaction - Their child runs on stage

Anonymous said: Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈

So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!

I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”

Taehyung:

You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.

Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.

“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.

As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.

“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.

“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.

Suga:

Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.

The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.

It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.

At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.

“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.

“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.

Jimin:

Jihyun was just like his father.

It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.

Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.

“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).

You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.

You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.

“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe. 

“I’m sure you will be, bud.” 

J-Hope:

Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world. 

When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.

“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.

Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.

“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.

“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.

Jungkook:

Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.

Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.

You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down. 

When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.

Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.

“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.

“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.

So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.

Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.

“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans. 

“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close. 

“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”

Jin:

There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.

Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.

Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.

You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.

“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.

this killed me and I am so sorry it’s so late

What if a member of the batfam accidentally discovered where Damian was ticklish and took advantage of it? And Damian turns into an actual two-year-old and does one of those giggle-scream-laughs where he can’t stop, and basically looks five years younger and actually…seems like a little kid?

Bonus points if Tim accidentally discovers it. And he’s kinda hesitant to use it, because he likes his limbs, thank you very much, but…he’s *never* heard Damian sound that happy before. And it’s useful when he needs to get Damian to stop doing something because he’s one of those kids who’s paralyzed when he’s tickled. Yeah, that’s it. That’s definitely why he does it.

Request: Sharp Objects

Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please

Word Count: 1,270

Thank you<3

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally a, “Son of a bitch!”

Despite the laundry pile you’re carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then a short reply, “Fine.”

He’s obviously frustrated – a tone you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.

While Sam had managed to get over himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down, Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more hurt and hindrance than help.

You still linger outside the door for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”

He hesitates, and for a long moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean towel.”

“Got one here. Mind opening the door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few moments to get it undone.

You pride yourself on being able to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you just can’t seem to freaking manage it.

“I know, alright?” He huffs as you sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down the side of his face.

“You can’t shave left-handed?” You guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.

“Nope. I’ve never had to try before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains, taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.

“Dean, for crying out loud, you shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll do it for you.”

As soon as the offer has left your mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible. And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.

“Would you mind? I just… can’t.” He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed toilet seat.

“Go on then, sit down.” You instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”

He laughs, leaning back with the force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”

“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.

“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.

“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves – you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.

“Well, the closer you get, the more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.

“I’ll stay well back, then.” You wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as your humanly can manage while you get to work.

His eyes don’t leave you until you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him – only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set everything back in its place.

When he finally manages to open his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ – instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little thing.”

You turn slowly, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”

“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips, “And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.

Rather than make a comment, you give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads everywhere you go.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

“Hey, look at me,” He takes your wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”

That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main bathroom.

“Dean, I-“

“You don’t need to reply to that. Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.

“I want to.” You assure him, taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else noticing. Just you.”

He hesitates, then glances sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an embarrassed teenager.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”  

There’s no need to size up Mitch Marner

SAN JOSE—Paul Marner has been hearing it almost from the moment his son began dominating minor hockey games around the GTA.

“We’d stand there and listen to people constantly talk about Mitch’s size. ‘Oh my God, he’s way too small.’ ‘Oh my God, he’s going to get killed,’ ” Paul Marner was saying recently. “But as a parent, maybe you’re too close to it. At the time we never thought he was that small.”

Upon more recent review — looking back at video of Mitch’s rise through the ranks of the Greater Toronto Hockey League en route to starring for the Maple Leafs during a remarkable rookie year — a father has come to see things differently.

“I pulled out a game tape the other day from peewee and I thought to myself, ‘Oh my God, he looks like someone’s little brother on the ice.’ ”

Little Mitch, at the time, was playing peewee against boys a year older. At the time Michael Dal Colle, a longtime minor-hockey teammate of Marner’s who went on to be taken fifth overall by the New York Islanders in the 2014 NHL draft, was about 13 years old, standing five-foot-eight and 160 pounds, Paul Marner said. Mitch, at the same time, was four-foot-seven and about 85 pounds. Body-checking was permitted.

“Every coach we played against was sending guys out to kill him. So his whole life, Mitch has dealt with that,” Paul Marner said. “And right now, even though there’s some huge guys in the NHL, I think he’s at the least size disadvantage he’s probably ever had his whole life.”

“It was eating him up inside to be out of the lineup — it’s been hard on him,” said Matt Martin, the Leafs forward. “But for a guy like that, you just want to make sure he’s taking care of himself.”

Paul Marner said questions about Mitch’s long-term durability have always gone hand in hand with concerns about his skimpy frame. A couple of years back, when Marner was a draft-eligible 17-year-old racking up a nightly average of two points a game for the OHL’s London Knights, scouts flocked to see him play against the hard-hitting Oshawa Generals, then coached by Leafs assistant D.J. Smith. The fact that Marner suffered a fracture in his elbow that night — this on a hit from behind that earned Oshawa’s Will Petschenig an eight-game suspension — didn’t exactly end the conversation about his chances of weathering the professional grind.

“It’s almost a stigma that won’t go away,” Paul Marner said of concerns about the implications of Marner’s size. “But it doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

The hockey father, to that point, said he can count on one hand the instances in which his son has been hurt on a rink. There was a dirty slash that broke Mitch’s arm around age 10. There was a hip flexor issue that kept him out a few weeks when he was about 15. And then there was a case of whiplash suffered as a Knight in 2015, this after Erie’s Mason Marchment cuffed Marner with a stick to the jaw. Marchment was suspended 10 games.

Cheap shots happen, and anyone can get injured. But it’s worth noting the injury that kept Marner out of the lineup these past couple of weeks wasn’t a matter of a bigger player preying on the small-framed Maple Leaf. It was Marner who initiated the contact with Columbus’s Boone Jenner that ended with the Maple Leaf crashing awkwardly into the boards.

“Durability-wise, I’ve never been worried about it. He’s always got his head up,” Paul Marner said. “You look at the amount of time he’s played — how much he was on the ice in minor hockey and in the OHL, and how much he has the puck in the NHL — I think he’s pretty durable.”

It’s a compelling enough case. Mitch, for his part, has long been blase about concerns about his size.

“You can’t do anything about your body,” Marner said. “I’ve always been in this situation.”

The situation, mind you, is improving. While Mitch weighed in at about 160 pounds when the Leafs drafted him fourth overall in 2015, he has since put on weight. Exactly how much weight? Well, Mitch can be coy about this subject.

“It’s whatever it says on the sheet. 170? That’s what it says on the sheet,” he said.

Toronto’s No. 16, in contrast, is downright forceful about his height.

“I’m six feet,” he recently said in a declaration that drew guffaws around the dressing room. “Nobody believes that.”

Mitch, who doesn’t turn 20 until May, said he’s of the belief that he’s still growing. He said his older brother, Chris, had a late spurt around age 20 or 21 and now stands about six-foot-two. And there’s height on mother Bonnie’s side of the family. She’s five-foot-10. Paul Marner, who’s also about five-foot-10, said lately he finds himself looking up at his youngest son, whom he figures can easily add another 20 pounds of muscle to his frame before he’s fully formed.

Said Mitch: “It’s a thing in our family — stuff happens late.”

This is another claim that doesn’t go over well in the Maple Leafs room.

“He tells me he’s still growing all the time,” Martin said, rolling his eyes. “Good luck with that one. He thinks he’s going to be 6-3. I know he’s young. But he’s not that young.”

Mitch Marner shrugged and smiled: “If I grow or not, I’m happy how I am now.”

If how he is now is healthy and back in the lineup as Toronto’s push for the playoffs continues, there’s a fan base that likes him just fine, too.

World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

Part 1

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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Sterek fandom, please gather around me. I have to talk to you about something extremely important.

Because today my friends, I discovered that something called the “Teddy bear hospital” exists.

And it’s even more adorable than you can imagine.

(It’s actually a French association, where parents bring their kids, who then have to find with the doctor what’s wrong with their favorite toy, check all the boxes on a chart with different diseases, then bring the teddy bear to the dentist, the radiologist, the surgery…

It’s mainly to teach kids not to be afraid of doctors and hospitals, and help kids that have to spend a lot of time in hospital understand what really happens there. The doctors are all medicine students, and like my sister, mainly dying inside from the cute)

Now can you imagine Sterek in that?

Stiles pushing the stretcher with the little bear on it, one paw wrapped in bandages because they suspect broken bones. Stiles following a little girl with really clear eyes and actual pigtails, smiling like a crazy person because of how cute the kid is, pointing decidedly at the different doors for her teddy bear’s next appointment.

And on the other side of the stretcher, Derek, the uncle/single dad, slowly melting in a puddle of besotted goo because of this guy in his doctor blouse, with the moles, and the smiles, and listening to freaking teddy bear’s heartbeat.

 

Or.

Stiles and Derek, the medical students that meet during the event. Derek being the surgeon (because he’s kind of worried about handling kids) (and of course he’s amazing and the kid adore him but he worries anyway because he’s big and scary and Laura told him he has too much eyebrow for one person).

Stiles being the charming radiologist, that comes into Derek’s surgery room clearly to torture him. Because he comes in with the most radiant smiles (and Derek always smiles back, even if they have seen each other thirty times already and even if he still doesn’t know the guy’s name) and a kid clutching at his hand, before helping them into little surgeon outfits. Derek can’t even look at him directly; it’s that stunning a view. He doesn’t understand how someone that must spend 23 hours a day studying and leaving on junk food can glow so much.

 

Or.

Stiles and Derek are single parents that bring their kids to the Teddy bear hospital, and both get promptly sent to the waiting room by their independent four and five years old.

They both meet in the waiting room, where they are the only one not enjoying these few moments of freedom, but pacing all over the place like trapped animals. Both of them have really bad memories of hospitals, and they bond ver it after  buying their fourth coffee in the vain hope of distracting themselves.

They get caught making out in a supply closet by a nurse. Both of their kids give them very disappointed looks.

Or.

Laura bringing Derek there without any explanation. Because she’s 6 months pregnant, and Derek will be there to see his nephew coming into the world, hospital phobia or not.

So Stiles raises his eyes from his planning to find that the little Derek is in fact one big, strong ball of muscles, pale eyes and blushing cheek, and closer to thirty than 3. Stiles immediately decides to forgets the “only kids from 3 to 8″ rules and calls dibs (because he saw Jeanine’s greedy eyes).

Derek may well be a weirdo, but he’s a beautiful one. Who mumbles when his sister kisses him on the cheek and actually resists for a few seconds before handing Stiles the teddy bear. It’s absolutely adorable.

Then Stiles starts the list of fake diseases and diagnoses a bad burn on the bear, when he catches Derek’s expression. The man looks completely broken and sad, and trying very hard and badly to hide it.

So Stiles backpedals so hard he physically gets back, hands in the air, and changes his diagnosis to a sprained paw and a bellyache. For the hour long visit, all of Stiles’ colleagues look at them both with bewildered eyes. Derek looks hounded, head hunched and either fixed on his shoes, between embarassement and real anxiety. He stay close to Stiles, and Stiles looks at his beautiful face and marvels. Sometimes, Derek even takes notes.

Stiles is madly in love after forty five minutes.


I don’t know I don’t have the time to write this, but if someone feels like it, please, pleeeease tag me in it.

I need it. For reasons.

Storm

I’m sorry about this…blame my shower this morning.

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The sound of her cries woke Harry up from a somewhat-unsettled sleep. You weren’t beside him in the bed, and he always had a hard time getting into a deep sleep when you weren’t there. The unexpected storm had taken you away for the night to stay with your parents, as they were getting up in age and you were a bit concerned about their well-being (and the stability of their house). Harry was at home with both of the kids and, so far, had experienced a pretty easy night with them.

Until the storm started getting worse.

He could hear the wind howling where he was laying, and it sounded like a train was blowing past the house constantly. The sound of branches scratching down the side of the house from outside was constant and loud. His baby girl’s cries were scarcely heard above the sound of the wind, but they woke him up instantly. He knew she was probably having a hard time sleeping through the storm. He got up and stumbled down the hallway to her nursery, finding that she had pulled herself up into a standing position and was holding on to the bars of her crib as she cried.

As soon as she saw Harry, the cries increased, and she lifted one hand to reach out to him.

“Alright, love,” Harry said, padding over until he was in front of her, “Daddy’s here, don’t worry. I’ve got yeh.”

He reached in to pick her up and take her in his arms, bringing a hand up to rub her back when she instantly clung to his neck and cried into his shoulder. She was only just under a year, and hadn’t experienced any real extreme weather at this point in her life; the noises from outside were foreign and scary for her.

“The wind is scarin’ yeh, isn’t it?” he sighed, walking around the room with her and bouncing a bit to try and calm her, “Yeah, s’not lettin’ daddy sleep very well either.”

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Y'all probably don't care but let me tell you what my favorite Lucifer scene is

Let’s set the stage: 2x12, Love Handles, a legendary deckerstar™ episode.

Lucifer lounges in a circle with some drunk college girls. Chloe bursts in and Lucifer just, being the most adorable Devil, JUST FLIPS TO LOOK AT HER UPSIDE DOWN.

LOOK AT THIS FACE PEOPLE. THAT DEVIL IS WHIPPED. 

THIS IS A GRADE A+ PUPPY FACE. He is honestly so excited to see her just look at his puppy eyes!!

AND THEN IT GETS BETTER BECAUSE OF THE FACE MAKES WHEN HE SITS UP. His puppy eyes just intensify and his lil’ smile drops off and lil’ worry lines just appear. HE JUST LOOKS SO UTTERLY ADORING.

AND THEN HIS LITTLE REASSURING BUT UNEASY GRIN HE GIVES CHLOE WHEN SHE STARTS TO YELL AT HIM.

I love this scene because of Lucifer’s precious silliness. He looks like a tiny five year old that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar! His face is so PURE. HE’S JUST SO HAPPY AND GIDDY THAT HIS PRECIOUS SMOL HUMAN KISSED HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS BUT HE WANTS SO BADLY FOR IT TO BE FOR REAL.

Mason - Morgan Rielly

Anonymous said: Morgan Reilly one where you have a son together from your teen years but you aren’t together and he didn’t know.

A/N: Thinking this might become a multi-part imagine, so I purposely left it open. Let me know if you think I should continue :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly

Words: 3,422

Warnings: None

Originally posted by glovesdropped

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Babysitters Extraordinaire

Originally posted by kappaskulljoke

Raphael x Reader

Babysitters Extraordinaire

Prompt: I had a few prompts for Raph and a reader with kids, so here. Lots of fluff.

“Babe? You home?” Raph climbed through the window and into your bedroom. You were usually home from work by now, so he figured he’d drop by to surprise you. Although, the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle, as usual, tended to complicate things.

“Ummmm…” Your voice was panicked and it was coming from the living room. You got up to stop him from coming into the other room, but it was too late. Your three nieces had already seen him. He stood there in the doorframe, huge, muscular, with wide green eyes full of confusion.

“Are these yours?” he asked.

“Nonononono. These are my nieces, Dahlia, Peony, and Lilly.” You said. Each of the girls gaped up at the tall turtle, but none of them screamed or shouted. The oldest, Lilly, was seven years old. Dahlia and Peony were twins, only five. To them, you were sure your boyfriend looked like a monster.

“Nieces.” Raph repeated, looking into each of their little eyes as they remained fixed on him, roaming every part of his strange body.

“What are you?” asked Dahlia.

“I’m, uh, a turtle.” He replied. The girls’ faces lit up. They loved turtles. His statement had sent them into a frenzy of speech, telling him stories about their class pets and Finding Nemo and a million of other things.

“How did you get so big?” Peony asked.

“Ummm…” Raph tried to come up with a response.

“He eats his vegetables.” You shrugged, earning a chuckle out of him.

“Have you ever seen Finding Nemo? There are lots of turtles in Finding Nemo.”

“I don’t think I have…” Raph shook his head.

“Auntie, can we show your turtle Finding Nemo?”

“Sure.” You smiled. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

“Yer just gonna leave me with ‘em?” Raph asked as you walked to the kitchen. The horror on his face was hilarious.

“Oh hush. I’ll be out in a minute.” You patted his chest and left him in the living room. You could still hear everything going on in the other room.

“What’s your name?” asked Lilly.

“Raphael.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“How do you know Aunt (Y/N)?”

“Uhhhhhh…” Raph tried to think of something to say, but you saved him.

“He’s my boyfriend.” You called. All three of the girls asked.

“You’re dating a turtle?!” Peony shouted. You laughed, listening to the pops in the microwave. “Yes. I am.”

“So is Raphael gonna be our uncle?!” Lilly called. You blushed bright red, and you were sure he was too. One peek around the corner confirmed your suspicion. You smirked.

“Someday.” The smile that tugged at his lips made your heart melt inside. About a minute later the popcorn was ready, so you poured it into a bowl and met with the others in the living room, where Raph was seated on the couch and the girls were waiting expectantly on the floor. They weren’t facing the TV anymore. All of their focus was on you and Raph.

“What?” you asked. They were all looking up at the two of you dreamily. Raph’s huge muscular arm was wrapped around your shoulders. He smirked a little bit.

“How did you meet?”

“He saved my life.” You smiled. “And the rest is history.”

“How do you go out?”

“Carefully.” Raph replied.

“Are there more of you?”

“Yeah.” Raph nodded. “There are. My brothers.”

Three little pairs of eyes looked up at Raph and in that moment, he realized something he hadn’t ever thought about. He wanted kids. He wanted little eyes watching him and little voices asking him questions. Before he met you, he would have never even considered fatherhood as an option for someone like him…but for once, he finally felt like he had a future.

***

Three hours later, the girls were picked up and you and Raph were left alone. He emerged from your room as soon as the coast was clear.

“Sorry about that.” You shrugged. “Sarah needed some help with them and their brother just-”

“It’s all right.” Raph grinned. You tilted your head skeptically. “No, really. It is. I…don’t mind kids.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. You smirked, resting your hands against his plastron.

“Your brothers are right.”

“’bout what?”

“I’m turning you into a softie.” You stood on your toes to poke his snout.

“N-no you ain’t! I ain’t goin’ soft! I just…”

“Mmhmm. Whatever you say, teddy bear.”

“Don’t call me teddy bear.” He crossed his arms and scowled, but you knew he loved it. There was a pause. You looked up to him.

“Do you wanna cuddle?” You almost challenged. His expression softened the tiniest bit.

“Yeah.”

“That’s what I thought.” You laughed as he laid down on the couch, holding his arms open for you as you settled in and snuggled into your boyfriend. He let out a deep sigh. Though he put on a mask of confidence, as soon as it came to you, his tough exterior melted right off, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Friends with Kids

I see your friends with benefits fics and raise you friends with kids.

A/N: So this started out as a list fic and then turned into 5,000 words.
 (Ao3)

For your consideration. Picture Holster as a coach for peewee hockey and there’s this little girl, let’s call her Piper, and she’s super cute and her parents are literally always late to pick her up from practice. Once Holster had to call them and remind them to come pick her up cause practice had ended an hour ago - and just, this girl is so awesome and loves hockey even though she kind of sucks at it and she carries this little Dora the Explorer backpack with her everywhere. 

So whenever she’s waiting for her parents to pick her up she’ll grab a book or toy or coloring book out of her back pack and at first she’d just play quietly while waiting, but then Holster tells the other coaches they can go on ahead (cause they’re always anxious to leave once practice is done since it’s unpaid volunteer work) and he starts talking to her. Eventually one day after practice she just sort of climbs up into Holster’s lap while they’re waiting in the lobby and gives him her book to read to her and his heart just? melts a little honestly

And he legit always comes home to Ransom - they’re roommates, again because Holster tried the whole nine to five thing three states away from Ransom and he would rather be barely making ends meet by working at the local hockey rink than making six figures if it means he gets to spend every day with his best friend - but that’s a whole other story. But anyway he is always talking about how smart Piper is and what funny thing she did that day. Ransom even feels like he kind of knows her because Holster talks about her so much. 

One day when they have a game on a day that Ransom has off from the hospital he surprises Holster by showing up. He talks to the other parents in the stands and quickly figures out which kid is Piper, because when they come out onto the ice Holster is practically carrying her and it takes almost a full three minutes of coaxing before she lets go of him and skates over to her spot on the ice. 

Ransom thinks that’s like the cutest thing ever. He asks the parents who are sitting near him whose kid she is and all the parents are saying she isn’t theirs and Ransom is confused before one of the moms sitting nearby asks who he’s talking about again. He points to number three on the ice and the mom tells him that Piper is in foster care and the parents – “are a steaming pile of shit.”

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*The Letter* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Newt x reader. Readers estranged parents find out that not only did she marry Newt but has had children with him. Once they find out that he’s now a famous author and your his illustrator they want part of his wealth

Hope you enjoy!! I really liked this idea! It’s rather long.. sorry not sorry. 

“Mommy, look!” Your five year old daughter, Ava, came running up to you while holding her favorite little Bowtruckle, Fern. She had pieced together a nice little hat for the creature wear and was extremely proud to present it to you. Giggling, you knelt down to get a closer look.

“And what will Daddy think when he see’s you’ve made another hat for Fern?” You smiled and tickled Ava, who gave out an enthusiastic laugh. 

“What’s all this laughing I hear?” Newt entered the room and looked down to see Ava holding Fern. “Making hats for the Bowtruckles again I see?” He smiled and knelt down to meet her eye level.

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Dating Yoongs Includes...

Originally posted by lilcutehobi

—being the first person he goes to when he’s in a really big slump with his music

—being his musical muse 🎶🎶😊

—having really deep conversations with him at like three in the morning

—falling asleep in each other’s arms when the conversation starts to die down

—waking up in the most awkward and uncomfortable cuddling position that leaves you wondering how da fuq did you fall asleep like this??????

—you two don’t sleep at all night

—y'all sleep in the morning cause you guys are more active at night anyways fuckin owls  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

—the cutest sleep deprived couple ever 😊

—a lot of teasing and random acts of playful violence like throwing him the softest things that are near you cause he said something really stupid/sexual/irritating in public

—him not being able to properly express his feelings so sometimes you doubt if he even loves you

—but then he’ll notice you doubting him and getting distant so he surprises you with cute shit like flowers, food, stuff animals, clothes etc etc 🔥🔥👌

—the couple that everyone thinks secretly hates each other but really y'all are both mushy love bugs that like keeping your relationship lowkey instead

—a lot of arguments about his health!1!11!

—"yoongi, you need to sleep. You haven’t slept in two days straight.“

—"I needa finish this one song for the album and I need it down in two weeks. Sleep can defiantly wait for now”

—this leads to small “breaks” every now and again 💔😭

—but eventually, you two will make up cause yoongi’s being clingy aff and even though you get mad at him you secretly love it and he knows you do

MAKE UP SEX1!111!!1!!!!

—getting texts from the other members saying crap like “yoongi hyung is in the studio again. he’s probably gonna stay late” or “yoongi doesn’t wanna leave the studio even if we’re going out to eat. (y/n) do something please”

—and to that you’ll have to come all the way to the studio to literally drag min yoongi’s cute ass out to go and be social and talk to people 💥👊💀

—weird ass antics that he does like sometimes he’ll hug you and be like “wow, you smell so good…”

—"wtf??? stop smelling me freak!!?”

—okay but calling yoongi baby or babe or honey or some other cute name just to get him flustered and blush in public

—"I hate you so much.“

—"I love you too, baby.”

—cue red face yoongi and gummy smile 😍

—absolutely does not allow PDA at all

—on rare days he’ll allow a little tiiiiiiny bit skinship (holding hands,, quick kisses) if he feels like it but other then that NOpE

—he’s usually the one to initiate it first so you know it’s okay to do it 😊

—okay but y'all don’t have cute nicknames like you’ll have the most shet eating crap names ever just to spite each other 🙃🙃🙃

—"come over here, my worm cake"

—"you look so good today, turtle boy"

—"trash princess!“

—"yes, garbage king?”

—the members constantly wondering if you guys are actually a couple or a pair of five-year-olds arguing????

—on rare days, he’ll play the piano for you bUT ONLY IF HE’S IN A GOOD MOOD

—but he’ll freestyle rap for you any day tho 🔥🔥🔥👌🏼

—and when you try to join in he’ll just stop and burst into laughter at how bad you are

—love making >>>>> rough sex

—but is ALWAYS down for hardcore sex any day!1!11!!

preeeeeeeeettty kinky 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

—will do what you want but to a certain extent (i.e. hardcore BDSM with whips, blood, candle wax, knives is a nOoPe!!)

—ass spanking 🍑💥👋

—soft boob grabbing

—soft kisses turn into heated making sessions 💗💋

—blow jobs are his favorite things 👄💨💦

—LOOOOVES LOVES LOVVVES EATING YOU OUT 👅💦

—daddy kink afff 👀👀

—DOMINANT FUCKER

—way too prideful to let you take over and you’re completely and utterly okay with getting destroyed by min yoongi 😇

—going to his hometown for the first time and Holly automatically taking a liking to your presence 🐶❤️

—catching him randomly staring at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on and getting the urge to kiss the fuck outta your face but holds himself back and its true your beautiful love yah 😘

—but wait YOU ARE HIS GIRLFRIEND SO HE ACTUALLY CAN KISS THE SHIT OUTTA YOU SHOOKETHN 💋💋

—soft!minyoongi only for you tho

—yoongs secretly being a cute lil fluff ball of softness that craves your hugs, kisses, just you in general  OMG MAH HERT 🤤🤤🤤

—not one to brag about your relationship and prefers everything to be private

—this cutie would never get jealous cause he knows that you’ll never fuck up the relationship cause he trusts you with everything he has including his poor damaged heart I’M N0t CrYIng wTf!? Ur cRYinG 😭😭

—takes a while for him to get used to all your fluffy antics and all that, but once he’s to you he’ll start opening up more about his past, family, childhood and how he misses his home

—RANTING BUDDIES!!

—whenever he’s fired up because idk??? the boys did something stupid??? he’d go straight to you to yell and scream and shout about how it pisses him off

—and rough sex to get out all his steam ofc ofc 😂😛

—constantly gives you music recs and you doing the same cause yoongs would probably go for someone who’s passion for music is probably as big as his

—if he really believes that youre the one (give him like a year or two) then he’ll make you meet his parents like ASAP!! 😶😬

—being extremely nervous on the day of the big milestone

—yoongs comforting you and trying his best to calm you down but he’s not very good at it so you end up literally almost breaking down in tears

—until finally he like, “(y/n), please calm down, alright? you’re gonna walk in there and my parents are going to absolutely adore you. you know how I know? cause I love you with everything I have and even if they don’t —which I highly doubt in that— I’ll still love you with all my heart. you’re amazing, baby, and I’ll always love you no matter what”

—and at that very moment, you realize that damn… you’ve fallen in love with min yoongi and you’re so glad that he was there to catch you and return your feelings 💋☺️❤️✨

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jeez… this was alot harder to write than I’ll ever admit js

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Of Bunnies and Chewing Gum

He can hear humming, something soft and sweet and totally unfamiliar to his ears, he knows he should be outside with the rest of the kindergarteners, it is the first day and his dad had told him it was super important to make friends but.. he doesn’t want too. He doesn’t want to be friends with stupid head Reggie, and Cheryl blossom chews gum even though it’s dangerous, not to mention Archie Andrews had said he’d save him a seat at snack time and he never did. So yeah, he doesn’t want to be friends with any of those people and.. and he definitely doesn’t want to play outside with them for recess.

So he does what he does best, he listens. His mama always said he was the greatest listener there was. He follows the tiny voice all the way down the hallway, peering through classroom doors until he finds the source of the sound.

Two long blonde pigtails are facing his way, a tiny yellow sundress and black flats with yellow bows, he can’t see her face but he can see the fluffy white tail of Honey, the class rabbit. Jughead pokes his head through the door, Mrs.Nina is sitting at her desk looking over paperwork when her eyes catch the tiny beanie wearing boy, sneakily watching little Betty Cooper.

“Jughead! I figured you’d be outside playing catch.” The young teacher calls out.

Jugheads cheeks blush rose petal pink as he shrinks into himself embarrassed at being caught.

“I umm.. I..” his voice comes out shaky and the pretty blonde girl with the pigtails turns his way, her eyes light up when she sees him and she slowly makes her way towards him, still carrying the ball of fluff.

“Hi! My name is Betty Cooper. I sit exactly four desks away from you. You’re Jughead Jones and you wear a very cool hat.” Her eyes are twinkling as she recites the information back to him, holding out the bunny in her arms. “This is Honey, she’s really soft and she makes a really funny sound if you press your face to hers.” She rambles, placing the bunny on a desk and tugging Jugheads hand down to pet the bunny.

He stiffens under her touch but the second his fingers meet the soft white fur he feels himself relax, his nerves lessen and he looks back up at her with a shy smile

“Yeah, soft.” He mumbles

The tiny five year old beams back at him
“I know! And listen, get real close.”

Jughead does as he’s told, he doesn’t think he could say no to Betty Cooper if he tried. Suddenly she’s humming again and Jugheads face is pressed into the bunnies fur. At the sound of Betty’s humming, Honey starts squeaking, a high pitched kind of chirp that makes Jughead smile. When he lifts his face Betty’s is practically wiggling in excitement.

“She likes you! Right Mrs. Nina, if she squeaks she likes you?” Betty is clutching his hand now and dragging Jughead over to the teachers desk.

“Of course! You guys are really great with Honey, what do you say I make you two the official Honey watchers. I know it’s a lot but if you guys can do it together..”

Betty is looking up at Jughead with hopeful childish eyes as her hands grip his shoulder, she’s relying on him, she wants his help. The swell of pride he feels in his five year old chest is new and he quite likes the feeling.

“We can do it.” He answers the teacher firmly.

Betty squeals and clutches his hand in her own, a tingly feeling shooting through both their bones.

“Okay then my little bunny parents, lets show you how to feed her.” As Mrs.Nina shows them the ropes of Bunny watching Betty stands I. Her tiptoes to whisper in Jugheads ear

“I’m gonna be a great bunny mom and you’re gonna be a great bunny dad.” Her breath smells like strawberries and cheerios and it smells so good he just wants taste it. Instead he just mumbles.

“Yeah.”

By the time recess is over Betty has moved her books over to the empty seat beside Jughead and is organizing her pencil case. He finally gets the nerve to ask the question that’s been on his mind.

“How come you weren’t at recess with everybody else? Don’t you wanna make friends?”

Something saddens in the tiny blondes eyes before she’s shaking her head and grinning again

“I did make a friend. You’re my best friend Juggie.” The nickname spills from her lips so casually Jughead finds he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“You’re my best friend too.. bets.” He can’t keep the crazy smile off of his face as she taps on his spelling book, giving him a stare eerily similar to his mamas.

After a few minutes of working he feels Betty lean over

“Besides.. Cheryl chews gum and that’s very dangerous.” She smiles at him and continues writing.

His jaw drops at her ability to read his thoughts and he shakes his head turning back to his work.

Love

L . O . V . E

first dates - part two

obviously, again, requested by anonymous
requests are open!

Darry:
• he’s not really the nervous type, so he’d be completely chill when he picked you up
• he’d have his car and he’d open and close the passenger door for you to get in
• quiet music would be playing while the two of you made small talk
• for your date, he’d probably take you to like, a nice restaurant
• since it was a nice night, he’d want to sit outside
• he’d pull your chair out and push it back in when you sat down
• he’d ask what you wanted and instead of you ordering, he ordered for you
• because even if he’s a greaser, he wants to show you that he’s the biggest gentleman there is
• obviously, when you thought he wasn’t looking, you’d lowkey check out his muscles
• sometimes he would know you’re looking, but not say anything, just get this huge grin on his face
• you two would talk throughout the whole dinner, just about random topics really
• he’d be a little upset that the time seemed to go by so fast with your date
• he would not let you pay for anything
• like if you tried to pay for something, he’d threaten the waiter if he took your money
• “you take her money and I’ll beat you to the ground.”
• because he wants to pay for you and not make you pay
• because again, gentleman as fuck
• the ride back to your house would be quiet, but not awkward. it’d be one of those comfortable silences
• again, he’d jump out of his car and open the door for you to get out, offering you his hand as well
• he’d kiss your hand once he got to your doorstep, before smiling big at you and saying goodbye before he turned to go back to his car and drive home

Sodapop:
• kinda like darry, he would not be nervous at all
• because he’s used to girls hanging around him, so obviously he’s a pro
• he’d pick you up from your house, probably borrowing darry’s car so he can seem a bit more classy
• that and he didn’t feel like walking around all night
• anyway, for the first date, he’d probably take you to a carnival that was in town for a couple days
• he’d have to pay for it instead of sneaking in, but he didn’t care tbh
• he’d insist that you pick all the games to play
• and of course, he would beat you at most of them
• but occasionally you would win and he would just give you the biggest pout and puppy dog eyes
• but he’d get over it cause he won at the next one
• and of course, he’d win you a prize
• like imagine the biggest teddy bear at the place
• that’s what he won for you
• you two would be laughing and challenging each other all night long
• as the night was nearing, he’d take you to the ferris wheel
• because that’s romantic af
• once you both got on, he put his arm around you and held you close
• he’d look up at the stars as the wheel started moving, but after a couple seconds, he’d be looking at you
• and just get this huge grin on his face as he watches you, laughing and smiling as it went around
• you’d feel him staring at you so you’d look back at him for a second
• and because this boy is a little shit, he’d lean close to you and gently peck your lips
• he wouldn’t full on kiss you yet, the peck being a sort of a question for permission
• and if you kissed him back, then he’d full on kiss you for a minute
• once you two pulled away, he had a shit eating grin on his face, like a five year old
• he’d pull you even closer to him (if that was possible) until you two got off
• afterward, you two would leave, hand-in-hand as you walked to the car
• you two would talk nonstop as he drove you back home
• once he got back to your house, he’d lean over to you and kiss your cheek
• and he’d probably be like, “I’ll see you again tomorrow doll.” as you got out
• hE’D WINK AT YOU LETS BE HONEST AS HE SAID THAT
• he’d also wait to drive off until you got in the house, wanting to make sure you’re safe

Steve:
• again, he’s a pretty confident guy, so he wouldn’t be nervous
• he would want to date to be during the day though and into the night, not just at night
• he’d drive as well
• and it’d be awhile of driving, outta Tulsa by a couple miles
• but it’d be worth it, cause he would take you to the beach
• once you both got there, he’d wait for you to walk with him by his side
• at first, he’d just want to walk alongside the beach, just talking with you
• sometimes he might take a joke too far, or just say something that isn’t quite nice to say
• which would cause you to lightly hit him in the chest
• but since he can probably be a bit oblivious sometimes, he’d just go on and do it again
• after awhile of walking, he might get a little bored and lightly nudge your shoulder with his
• which causes an all out war between the two of you
• and you push him too hard cause he falls into the ocean a bit, getting soaked
• you went to help him up, but he just pulled you down in with him when you grabbed his wrist
• this means that now there is a splash war going on between you two
• which ends in you dunking him underwater (only because he lets you)
• and he comes back with picking you up and tossing you into the water
• after all this, you would both get out of the water, obviously completely soaked
• not that either of you cared very much though
• and you guys would just continue walking down the beach as if nothing happened
• he’d probably try to grab your ass or some shit on the walk
• but he’d play it off and just put his arm around your waist right after, pulling you into him
• anyway after a couple hours and when you two were finally dry, you decided to head back to the car
• he’d start the car and start the slightly long drive back home
• but you two talked about things, mostly cars cause that’s what he was really into, but you talked about other shit as well
• once he pulled up to your house, he’d be like “thanks for agreeing to go with me sweetheart, I had a great time” or something
• you’d most likely lean over the seat and kiss his cheek before getting out of the car
• “wait, doll what about the kiss I got for ya?”
• “pick me up tomorrow and you’ll find out.”
• which of course made him grin before whooping (yknow the noise he makes in the movie) before he pulled away to drive home

Warm Me Up 35

I wrote all of this today guys. All of this came to me TODAY. I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING WRITER’S BLOCK SO HORRIBLY THAT I COULDN’T WRITE UNTIL TO-FUCKING-DAY. 

So…. you know, feedback, fanart, moodboards, and reblogs are very very appreciated. 

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The best way to start off a birthday was definitely with a midnight breakfast. Dr. Solace and Miss Naomi were both too tired, and suggested they go alone. They would celebrate with Will throughout the day after a good rest. Kayla, of course, begged to tag along, and although her parents tried to pry her away, Nico and Will both said it was fine if she went.

There was a Denny’s nearby, and it was late enough on a weekday that it wasn’t very full. Nico wondered how Kayla was awake this late, and how she still managed to wake up at ungodly hours. She jumped excitedly at the sight of a crane machine offering stuffed animals, but Will prodded her along, promising he’d get some change later to let her play.

It felt nice to be out with just Will and Kayla. It felt like he could finally breathe and relax. The Solaces weren’t rude to him. Miss Naomi was so kind, it made Nico feel strange and wistful. Dr. Solace was pleasant, but obviously still felt guilty over the argument he had caused and the things he’d said. Still, it felt like they constantly observed him. They were careful and analytical, watching him and his interactions, like they were trying to figure him out. It made Nico nervous and tense, but he didn’t say anything.

Now, with just Kayla and Will with him, he felt more relaxed than he’d felt all week. Part of him was anxious to go home that weekend, but he also knew Will would be leaving for a final group of orientation.

Kayla sat beside him and began pointing out all the things she liked to eat, which was most of the adult menu. While he helped her color in her child’s menu, he glanced up and saw Will looking at him with a strange, misty-eyed expression. “What?” he asked.

Will shrugged and smiled. “Nothing.” Nico frowned and raised an eyebrow, but Will just kept smiling fondly.

After a while, once they’d ordered and had their drinks, Will’s hands encased Nico’s. Kayla was distracted by the whipped cream on her hot chocolate. “I remember,” he began softly, “we went to a park once, and you said you didn’t think you could be good with kids.”

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haikyuuliberos  asked:

i know i just messaged you but can i humbly request OtaYuri and their daughter is going on out her first date and the parents READY TO SQUARE UP

Jillian I’ve been thinking about this a lot okay


Katya was just sixteen years old when she was asked out for the first time. She knew that she had no choice but to tell her fathers but oh, was she dreading it.

She chose the smart route and went to her Papa first. Otabek was grading papers in their study, glasses pushed up his nose. After he retired from skating he had gone back to school in order to become a teacher. Yuri supported him fully of course, in exchange for Otabek supporting him becoming a model when he retired five years later at twenty-eight years old.

“Papa?” Katya approached him with a knock on the door. She was the spitting image of Otabek, with thick dark hair and eyebrows, but she had fair features just like Yuri.

Otabek looked up, fringe falling into his eyes. He still had the same hair he had all those years ago, but little spots of gray were starting to grow in. It was most likely from having to deal with Yuri all these years, and their two children.

“What’s up, princessa?” The nickname had stuck even after all these years and it always brought a smile to Katya’s face.

“Um, well.” She traced figure-eights onto Otabek’s desk. “Mikhail, from my class, asked me to hang out with him this weekend. Is that okay?” She bit her lip and looked at him with the most innocent look she could muster.

Otabek blinked for a moment and took off his glasses with a sigh. “What would you guys be doing?”

Katya blinked. He had just invited her over to his house but she knew he wouldn’t let her go if she said that. “We were going to get a bite to eat.”

They stared at each other for a moment, Otabek’s dark eyes narrowing a bit in thought. Then he shrugged and put his glasses back on. “As long as you aren’t out too late.”

Katya perked up and beamed at him, coming around the desk to throw her arms tightly around his shoulders. “Thank you Papa! Love you.” She kissed his temple and then skipped off, almost knocking into her younger brother Nikolai. He was named after Yuri’s late grandfather yet he was Yuri’s spitting image.

Everything was fine after that except for one small detail.

Otabek and Katya failed to mention the date that Katya was going on to Yuri.

Katya was almost able to slip out the door too until Nikolai called. “Where are you going Katya?”

Katya turned around and glared at her younger brother, who was grinning at her sweetly. Nikolai was five years younger than Katya, having been born right after Yuri’s last season. 

“Shut up Nikolai.” She hissed at him. 

Nikolai’s grin didn’t let up but only grew wider when Yuri padded into the room, raising his eyebrow at her. “You’re going out?”

“Um, yeah.”

“With who?” Yuri asked curiously.

Katya mumbled the name and then said louder: “Mikhail.”

Yuri’s face fell. “You’re going out with a boy?”

“Dad-”

“Beka!” Yuri screeched and both Katya and Nikolai flinched. This couldn’t be good.

Despite what everybody would have thought, Yuri was not a laid-back parent. He was very hands on and he was a bit of a worry wart. He was also very strict. Otabek was the more laid back one, letting his children get away with anything as long as there was a good reason. Yuri would freak out over every little thing.

Otabek entered the room then, running his fingers through his hair. “Yes, dear?” He teased.

“Did you know about this?” Yuri asked, motioning to their daughter.

Otabek’s eyebrow rose. “About what?” 

“She’s going on a date.”

“Oh. Yes.”

Yuri gaped. “And you let her go?!”

“Yura, she’s sixteen-”

“Don’t you remember what we were like when we were sixteen?”

“Well, you were a punk who hated everybody and went out of his way to piss people off. And you rebelled. I was well-behaved.” 

Yuri grit his teeth. “Yeah. Exactly. She’s not allowed to go.”

“Dad!” Katya protested.

Yuri turned back to him. “Absolutely not. All teenage boys are the same and I’m not going to let my daughter be taken advantage of!”

“It’s not like we’re going to have sex, we’re getting food and then going back to his house.” Katya exclaimed.

Otabek sighed and muttered to himself. “Oh no-”

“You bet your ass you’re not going to have sex you’re not going!” Yuri yelled.

Katya glared at him. “That’s not fair! You just don’t want to admit that I’m growing up! I’m not six anymore, I’m sixteen and I can do what I want! You can’t control me forever!”

“I’ll damn well try! Ekaterina Altin, you will go to your room.”

“No! I’m going out! Mikhail is already here.” Father and daughter glared each other down with identical pairs of eyes, jade green staring down jade green. And then Katya defied him, grabbing her jacket and storming out the door.

Yuri was ready to go after her but Otabek grabbed him around the waist, holding him back. 

“Beka!” Yuri looked at him incredulously.

“Just let her go and deal with her later.” Otabek said calmly. “It’s like when you went to Japan.”

Yuri’s eyes went comically wide. “This is nothing like when I went to Japan! This is WORSE!”

Otabek just hugged him close and tried to get him to calm down. Their daughter was right; Yuri was just afraid of her growing up. Otabek stroked Yuri’s hair, which fell halfway down his back still, until Yuri’s breathing returned to a normal pace. He would never admit that Otabek was right.

“Papa? Dad?” Nikolai asked from the couch.

Yuri and Otabek turned their heads to give him their attention. At least they had one obedient kid.

“What’s sex?” Nikolai asked.

Otabek and Yuri looked at each other. Shit.

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anonymous asked:

Hey J, Idk if you're doing prompts today, if you're not, do you have some headcanons about Alex and Maggie being the best queer mommas ever? Cause I love Adrian (#GiveAdrianHisOwnShow) and all your other OCs. Hope you're having a great day

So I have a few other prompts for Alex and Maggie being badass queer mommas, so rest assured I will be getting in another story about that at some point in the relatively near future, but I feel like finishing the night (and heading back to grading o.O) on a headcanon note, so… *drumroll*….

- Adrian always calls Maggie by her name, not Mom or Mama, because his bio mom is super supportive and he has a great relationship with her (and his dad). But whenever he introduces her to his friends, it’s always “my queer mama” or, sometimes, in front of Alex – just to watch them both squirm – he’ll be a complete little shit and introduce them collectively as “my newly-out queer mama Alex and my Certified Gay queer daddy Maggie.” They squirm and Alex blushes so hard and they give him a variety of retorts (”Adrian, that was that one time you walked in, come on, man”, “you say anything like that in front of Winn and I will never let you ride on the back of my bike again”, or “you are officially on dishes duty the next two hundred dinners we have together”), but they always have incredible sex that night.

- Adrian starts bringing people from his college – and sometimes, off the streets and from clubs and sometimes, from his old high school – to Alex/Maggie’s, and eventually it gets to be an almost weekly thing, where Adrian will bring young queer misfits to their place for dinner to see what a healthy queer relationship looks like; to get a decent home cooked meal; to crash on the couch for a night or five; to realize that they can, honestly, be loved.

- The kids that Adrian brings to meet them are usually at least in high school, but one time he brings a seven year old trans girl with her big brother, and Maggie absolutely melts as she watches Alex kneel in front of the girl and tell her how beautiful she looks, and offers her her hand and asks if she like potstickers and donuts, because look what they have in the kitchen just for her. Maggie’s never wanted kids, as much as she loves them, but watching Alex with that little girl? She thinks maybe one day, they’ll foster, or adopt. Adrian catches her look, and he sees the same one in Alex’s eyes when Maggie takes her turn entertaining the girl, zooming her around the living room on her back while she giggles herself into hiccups and her older brother laughs gratefully.

- Some nights, they order in for the queers Adrian brings in. But most nights, they’ll cook. More specifically, Maggie and Adrian will cook, and Alex will steal pieces of veggies and such from their chopping board and pots and pans. Adrian has his own little cabinet of cooking supplies, including is “Kiss the Cook, He’s Hot, Just Look at Him” apron that Maggie got him when he first came out, in Maggie’s apartment, and he gets one in Alex’s eventually, too. He gets two entire cabinets to himself when his queer mamas move in together. (He helps, of course.)

- Adrian plans a massive surprise to-do with Kara and with the kids that Alex, Maggie, and Supergirl work with at the queer youth shelter for Alex and Maggie’s third anniversary. Alex refuses to cry in front of all these kids, but Maggie loses it completely. Which in turn makes Alex cry. James snaps beautiful photos of Kara holding Alex and Adrian holding Maggie amidst all the balloons and signs the kids put together, surrounded by awwwwing and we love youing kids. Alex almost forces him to delete them, but he makes her look at them first, and they really are beautiful, and she demands he send them to her, and only her, immediately. She and Maggie treasure them forever.

- They come to speak at Adrian’s college in Star City about healthy queer communication, and the event is packed, and Maggie, in response to an enthusiastic series of questions, gives an impromptu, interactive lecture on safe, consensual wlw BDSM that has Alex blushing but nodding at her to go ahead, speak freely, because god her face is burning, but she’s also smiling so hard, because Maggie is perfect and god, these kids need to know all this.

- When Adrian and his first girlfriend break up, he spends a week at their apartment, eating potstickers with Kara and consuming vegan ice cream by the pint. His parents come over to have dinner with all of them, because their little boy is sad and he should be surrounded by all of his parents, not just some of them, and if he falls asleep in between Alex and Maggie in Alex’s massive bed some nights, none of them talk about it but none of them complain, because it feels like family, and it feels like he’s their child, and it feels, perfectly, like home.

- Alex asks Adrian’s permission before she proposes to Maggie, and Adrian goes into utter panic mode because Maggie had been talking to him about buying a ring for Alex for weeks now. They’ve talked about getting married, of course, but they’d both been deliberately vague with each other about the actual proposal, and Adrian calls Kara in a tizzy to try to figure out what to do. They wind up nudging Alex and Maggie both – separately – in the direction of the same proposal plan, so they both wind up in the same place at the same time with rings in their jacket pockets, and of course they bicker about who gets to propose, and it winds up being about whose jurisdiction they’re in, and Adrian and Kara just laugh in the background, begging them to just say yes to each other already.

I'm still hurting.

Betty smiled at the little dark haired boy currently staring up at her like she held the moon itself

“And I was just wondering.. maybe you would want to share this popsicle with me? It gots two parts, I could have one and you could have one?” His brown eyes were shining so bright with hope and adoration, there was no way humanly possible she could say no, not even if she wanted too.

His name was Titan James and he was five years old, he was from the Southside and he was Betty’s ultimate fan. Betty adored him more than any child she knew, and Betty was the towns go to babysitter so she knew quite a few of Riverdales youngest. children loooveeedd her. But Titan was special, with his shaggy dark waves and big brown eyes, he was so well behaved it was clear his parents had raised him right, those types of parents were hard to come by on the Southside. Betty babysat for free, the more time she could spend with the spirited boy the better.

She hadn’t meant to run into him, she had come to the park to think, to enjoy the quiet, get away from the obnoxious battlefield that was her home. But looking at the smiling little boy she grabbed the sticky popsicle and planted a sloppy kiss to his cheek, there was no one else she would rather spend her alone time with.

“I would love too Titan, thank you very much.”
He blushed like only a five year old could, and scooted next to her on the soft grass. She knew he had a huge crush on her and she always felt flattered, while he was always sweet to everyone he had promised he would never like a girl, they were all icky and mean. She found herself giggling at the similarities he shared with another dark haired boy. Speaking of Jughead…
He was the number one thing on her mind, the main reason she had had to get away.

She was ruining things with him, slowly but surely pulling away. It wouldn’t work out, she had too much baggage, he deserved better, he had plenty of his own problems and she couldn’t be good enough for him, couldn’t be perfect. Plus… it was impossible to love her, sure everyone loved Betty but no one ever truly “loved” her. She felt her eyes sting and her breath get shaky. Suddenly a tiny hand was wrapping itself around her own.

“Don’t be sad Miss Betty, I don’t like it when your sad. I love you.” Titan spoke slowly and deliberately, punching each word out, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

Suddenly the dams broke and Betty was crying, grabbing the little boy and pulling him into her arms, she pressed him against her body and he snuggled right up, he was used to her cuddles, they lay like this all the time before bed.

“Oh Titan I love you too. So much.” She whispered into his hair “these are happy tears, I’m so happy to know you little one” she could feel Titan smile against her neck, and she felt the ache in her chest ease up.

She was so broken, she thought she was okay, thought she was fixed, but she wasn’t. The ache Archie had left on her heart was still there and even though Jughead was slowly healing all the pain, she still felt it. Every time her mother made a comment about her weight she could feel the hurt getting greater and greater, when her dad would slam out the front door, swearing and cursing the Cooper name, she felt as though she were being ripped open. She was broken and she was still hurting. Squeezing Titan closer to her she closed her eyes.

“Betty?”

Her eyes snapped open at the familiar voice, that would be her boyfriend. His timing was always impeccable. Straightening her messy ponytail and wiping her eyes, she looked up at Jughead, standing their watching the crying girl and the five year old boy cuddled together in the grass.

“Hi Juggie” she whispered finally getting a good look at him, he was a mess, he was beanie less his dark hair a Tousled heap, his clothes were wrinkled and he was sweating like he’d been running.

“What’s going on?” He asked a brow raised “ you texted me “I can’t be with you, I’m sorry I love you.” And that was it? What is going on? Are you okay? I’ve been looking for you for hours.“ He was panting slightly, still curiously looking at the young child in her arms.

"This is Titan” Betty smiled, gently nudging Titan to introduce himself.

Always the gentleman, Titan smiled, sticking a tiny little hand out

“My name is Titan, Betty’s my best friend. What’s your name and who’s your best friend?”

Jughead actually laughed, his panicked eyes finally settling slightly

“I’m Jughead, and Betty’s my best friend too, I guess that makes us best friends by association huh?” Jughead plopped down on the grass next to the pair.

Titan was practically bouncing “you wanna be my friend too? Did you hear that Betty? He wants to be my friend too!”

Betty laughed softly, pulling her wallet out and handing him two dollars “well I would say that deserves another popsicle, you go on and get one, it’s not official until the popsicle has been split” she nodded mock seriously at Jughead, who smiled back

“Oh of course, how could I forget. You better hurry before they sell out bud.” Jughead nudged his head at the ice cream truck by the bathrooms. Titan practically tripping as he scrambled to the truck.

As soon as the little boy was out of ear shot, Jughead grabbed Betty’s hand
“What’s up sunshine?”

Betty’s felt the tears well up again at the nickname, her body aching to just curl into him, by she had to do this, it was the best thing for him

“I can’t be with you Jughead. I’m sorry but I can’t, you need… better. Someone stronger. I’m not…I’m so weak, I’m so.. broken.” She finished off her voice cracking slightly. Suddenly Jugheads hands were on either side of her face and he was cupping her cheeks

“You’re not broken” Betty opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off “ you are not broken, you’re.. chipped, a very easy fix, a little paint and your good as new. I know you’ve been through so much shit, these past few months, I know how hard it’s been. You can talk to me. You know that. But me and you? We’re not breaking up. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I love you, I can’t lose you.”

Betty rested her forehead against his, releasing a shaky, relived breath “ I’m still hurting Jughead” she choked out.

She felt his eyelashes brush her face “we all are, we just have to use what we have to ease the pain, we have each other sunshine, always will.”

Betty took a deep breath and looked into his deep blue eyes, she was safe. He could help her, he could make her a little less broken, bringing her lips to his, she kissed him softly. Suddenly they were interrupted by the quick footsteps of their favorite five year old

“I got grapes! Cuz everybody likes grapes.” The little boy was grinning ear to ear as he held the two popsicles “here you go miss Betty, you can have two, because you’re my favorite.” He handed her one of the double pops and she laughed, ruffling his hair. “Thanks bug”

Tearing the wrapper off he split the double popsicle into two pieces, happily handing one to Jughead

“Okay now we can officially be friends, I wanna do a bread!” Titan smiled excitedly

Jughead looked at the brown eyed boy with a confused smile. “A bread?”

Suddenly Betty barked out a laugh
“You mean a toast?”

Titan nodded happily

“A toast! A toast to grape popsicles and .. and love!” The little boy giggled wildly at Betty, who giggled along with him, the laughter was contagious and suddenly all three of the sticky popsicle holding kids were rolling around in the grass, Jughead had one arm around Betty’s waist and the other around Titans

“To grape popsicles and love” he whispered into Betty’s ear.