how to keep from going crazy when you are alone with a toddler

Mom’s Blind Date

Requester: Anonthank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry it took me so long to post it.

Characters: single(?)!Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2412

Forever tag: @deathtonormalcy56, @mamaredd123,  @my-sharpie-sketches,  @professionalfangirl03, @fangirl1802, @cozyjaws, @attackdogcas

A/N: I hope you like it! This is obviously based on an alternative universe where Jared is not married to his respective and lovely wife, I love Genevieve.


“Who is that sweetie pie I see standing over there?” you heard Jared’s voice from a distance, smiling to yourself you raised your eyes from your script and gave a little nod, almost unnoticeable for anyone on a distance but for your little toddler did saw it and before you knew it she ran across the run to his arms.

You were a new actress for the Supernatural show, it was the 13th season and the second episode was being filmed, so the guys have only known you for two weeks, meaning that they have known your daughter for the same amount of time.


Everyone in your life have always told you that she looked like you, she had your same skin color, nose, lips, hair, basically she was a copy of you but her eyes were gray, like father’s; so when you came to the set with her, you thought your cast mates were going to notice but to your surprise it was nothing like that.

The crew absolutely knew about her since you basically arrived there with them, you were terrified of getting late to work so you always were there at least a half an hour before the rest of the cast, at first you thought it would annoy the crew but your daughter had them wrapped around her little finger and everybody loved hearing her crazy stories.

As any child, your daughter, Katie loved exploring and was very independent, so as long as you gave her permission she would go on little adventures and on the set it was no different. You always tried to keep an eye on her and so did the crew and security.

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Glasswork

Arthur laughs, and the next thing I know, he’s wiping my glasses. He puts them back and stares at my face to make sure they’re not slanting. “There you go. That’s better.”

I push them against the bridge of my nose. “Thanks.”

He pulls his hands from the warm pockets of his jersey jacket and wraps them around mine. It’s hard to hate him when he’s like that.


I wish Arthur will let me sleep. I wish he’ll take me by the hand, drag me home, toss our clothes on the floor, and curl up under the sheets until the sun comes up. But he has other ideas.

Street lamps cast halos in the fog, which I’d describe as heavenly if I’m not exhausted from following Arthur around the city while he gets plastered at stupid o’clock in the morning.

“Hey, Alfred?” He looks above his shoulder, his words coming out with mist. His nose is red. “You alright, mate?”

I nod.

Arthur laughs, and the next thing I know, he’s wiping my glasses. He puts them back and stares at my face to make sure they’re not slanting. “There you go. That’s better.”

I push them against the bridge of my nose. “Thanks.”

He pulls his hands from the warm pockets of his jersey jacket and wraps them around mine. It’s hard to hate him when he’s like that.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Three parties, two fucks, and a bajillion drinks later, I forgot we went to see a band we’ve been dying to see for ages.  

“Loved it,” I say, keeping my eyes on the floor, “Felt like Sziget all over again, don’t you think?”

He chuckles. “Well, this one was completely mental, but Sziget was something else.

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A Man Of No Consequence, Chapter 12

A Man Of No Consequence - Ardyn x fem Reader (NSFW)
COMPLETE. All chapters may contain spoilers!

CH 1: Into The Lion’s Mouth
CH 2: Famous Seafood
CH 3: The Covenant
CH 4: Blind Spot
CH 5: The Revelation
CH 6: In The Lap of The Gods
CH 7: Across the Seas
CH 8: In The Lap of The Gods, Revisited
CH 9: Callings
CH 10: Hand of a King, Heart of a King
CH 11: Into the Dark
CH 12: Breath Of The Glacian
CH 13: Redemption
CH 14: Cure for Insomnia
CH 15: A Gentleman’s Agreement


Chapter 12: Breath Of The Glacian

“I’m sick of waiting around!” you exclaim, giving the table a little kick, like a toddler having a tantrum. The small, cute cabin has become a prison, an indefinite punishment of isolation.

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Interruptions by a Clown

So this is terrible but I like it.

Here is the summary~~

Jon and Damian have been happily dating for a couple months now.

There is only one problem.

The fucking Joker

Tagging @fishfingersandjellybabies cause I’ve tagged her in the other two and I think she might want to know what’s in store for our two dorks next.

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Joker escaped.

Again.

Honestly Damian is wondering if he should just decapitate the man. He has killed far too many, murdered Todd, and now-

Now he is interrupting Damian’s dates with Jon.

Damian likes his dates with Jon.

This is is the fifth time in the last two months, and Damian is sick of it.

Damian wants, badly, to simply take his sword and stab him in chest, purposely missing vital organs and watching bleed out because he is so frustrated.

Its like the Joker has some kind of objection of Damian’s relationship.

Damian thinks that Joker should mind his own damn business and leave his love life alone.

Alas, Damian was called out from his lovely movie date with Jon, and while Jon understood-he himself had been called out once and he is a superhero, a fact of which Damian is eternally grateful for because he doesn’t have to explain his actions-Damian is mad as hell .

His Beloved has been looking forward to that movie for months and Damian got them first viewings and Jon was so excited for this, and Damian was too.

(They both share a appreciation for heart warming animals films.)

That, and Damian is so fucking tired of seeing that sad little smile Jon gives him when he must leave.

This is, Damian reflects as he pulls on his boots, a perfect opportunity to show Joker exactly why he should stop interrupting his dates.

(Tim shivers from his position on a rooftop, a sinking feeling in his stomach that says the Demon Brat is Up To Something and Tim is immediately looking around for the little hellion he calls a brother to lunge from the shadows and attack.

Tim may be paranoid and sleep-deprived.)


Damian finds the Joker easily enough, and Lady Luck-Damian has to stop and roll his eyes; clearly he has been spending too much time with Grayson-is on Damian’s side today, as an Father is across the city.

Perfect.

Damian grins darkly from the rafters, a flash of white in the shadows, before he leaps down on Jokers back, green covered feet connecting with a truly horrid shade of purple.

Why is it,” Damian hisses as he hangs Joker from his ankles over Gotham Bay, “That you always break out of prison on the days I have my dates with Superboy, Joker.”

Joker breaks out into giggles, his laughter echoing in the abandoned ship yard. “Oh, Bird Boy, for no reason.”

“Forgive me for not believing you.”

Damian wants to kill this man so badly.

It is not a unwelcome feeling.

Joker breaks into a even wider grin. “You got me there!”

Damian throws a batarang at his head; it lands a mere centimeter from his ear. “ Tell me .”

Joker sighs dramatically, swinging back and forth in his chains. “ Well , you see…”

“Oh for fucks sake.” Damian snaps, pulling the Joker closer, his whited out eyes glaring harshly. “Just tell me so that I can beat the shit out of you so I can go back to my date.”

“It’s because he didn’t ask me permission!”

Damian stops. He closes his eyes, clicks his tongue once, twice, and opens them again.

“You do realize that I kissed him first, don’t you?” Damian says slowly, as though he’s speaking to a toddler.

Joker gasps, as though this news is scandalous. “ What? You? But why didn’t you ask me if you could date?” He sounds bewildered and Damian just wants him to shut up so he could go cuddle with jon.

“That’s it, you’re grounded!”

The sentence draws Damian from his day dreams of curling into Jon’s side with a book and Jon reading aloud the words with silly accents, and he stares at the psychopath hanging in front of him. “… What .”

“You’re grounded! You’re not allowed to date yet!” Joker cries, tears falling to the water below.

“…No. Leave us be.”

Damian drops the Joker into the sea still restrained.

Joker will survive. He’s survived worse.

Still, Damian can’t help but hope that he won’t.

(He ends up missing the rest of the movie and he makes it up by custom ordering Jon a silver necklace that has a shard of a sapphire crystal attached to the end.

Authentic, of course.

“Matches your eyes.” He tells Jon seriously as he slips it over his Beloved’s head. “There’s no other like it.”

Jon simply laughs and gives him a kiss, telling him that he loves it.

Damian is happy because he made Jon happy.)

(Dick is taking pictures, Tim is slightly green, and Jason is complaining about how disgustingly cute they are from behind the corner.

Alfred and Bruce stand off to the side; Alfred is smiling and Bruce is stiff.

Damian is distracted by Jon being Jon and so doesn’t notice then.)


This keeps on until Jon is tired of it and he tags along.

(“ Leave us alone for God’s dake. I want to be able to finish reading a book with my boyfriend. ”)

Joker eventually gets the message.

Sure, it had to be done with some laser eyes and swords, and Kryptonian strength, but it was done.

Thankfully, as both Jon and Damian were getting rather irritable.

Nothing good comes from that.

Ever.

(Bruce and Clark did try to stop the duo from seeing each other as a punishment.

Once.

Clark lasted a day of sulking, complaining, and smartass replies before giving in.

Bruce lived with a pouty, huffy, extra aggressive, destroyer of Batman gadgets, and snarky Damian for three days before surrendering.

Neither parents has tried to do such a action again.

It’s just not worth it.)

Somehow, someway, the Jon and Damian manage to be most adorable pair inside and outside of costume.

There are fanfictions about them.

There are offers for interviews just so that shows have the preteen couple so that their ratings will go up.

(The media goes crazy when they saw the new necklace.

Is is promise ring? Is it symbolic?

Is it a show of of love from the youngest Wayne?)

Damian and Jon are both blissfully unaware of these events and continue to be the delightful dating pair they are.

The Joker may not like not, nor Bruce and Tim, and the jealous girls at the two’s schools hate it, but nobody can deny it.


Jon and Damian, Superboy and Robin, make the most darling couple ever.

Till I See You Again (part 3)

Fandom: THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS

Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

Words: 2000+

part 1 

part 2

Author’s notes: Guys this one is so long! Sorry it’s a bit of a doozy. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes my day.


Originally posted by claraschinman


The noise of chattering woke me up. My mind woke up first, so I keep my eyes closed as I try to analyze my surroundings. I’m lying down on a bed and there are people close by, talking in whispers. The pain on my hands and my neck is gone, but there is a warm burn on my left forearm, it feels like someone put a hot cup of tea against my skin. A large whooshing sound forces my eyes open and I jump out of bed, ready to defend myself from the strangers around me. I trip over a pair of legs but strong arms grab me before I fall on the floor. I look up to see the same people from the shipyard looking at me with curiosity and the man that sits on my bed smiles. He is of Asian descent but his eyes were yellow, like a cat, and blue fog is coming out of his fingertips. He must have noticed my gawking because he laughed and shook his head towards me.

“If those big eyes become any bigger, I swear they will swallow us all. My name is Mangus Bane, I’m here to help you remember your past. Now sit, before you trip and hurt yourself again.” The man extends his hands and I take them willingly, his eyes seem trustworthy enough.

“Where am I?” I ask as I look down at myself, I’m wearing new clothes and they certainly aren’t mine, I don’t wear this much black. My attention is drawn to the burning sensation on my forearm and I look at it, someone had tattooed my forearm without my consent.

“What the hell?” I yell angrily while trying to rub the mark off my skin. “You tattooed me? Is this some kind of cult?”

“Relax biscuit. This is…sort of a cult, but a very interesting one.” The man smirks and winks at me as he traces his index finger along my forearm. I feel a tingling sensation in my blood and my veins start to glow white. Then everything happened at once.


I was suddenly standing in the middle of a flower field, there was a young woman in front of me, holding a baby and rocking it back and forth as she hums a lullaby. I recognize the song as being Lavender Blue, my fathers used to sing it to me when I was little. I am then pulled backwards and I am now standing in the same field, but this time a little boy with blonde hair was carrying a toddler on his back, they were running through the flower fields. The scene changes again, the two children were a bit older now, and they were sitting under a tree. The boy was holding a long-chained necklace and was placing around the girls’ neck. I recognize the necklace instantly, the amber was unmistakable, it’s my necklace, the one currently in my purse. I fell back on the bed and stared at the mark on my forearm.

“Are you alright?” The girl with long black hair looks at me.

“Ever since I was a child I’ve been seeing strange things. People with other faces, flying creatures. My parents took me to see a psychologist and they diagnosed me of a delusional disorder when I was 8 years old. All my life I’ve been thinking I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. You just have the sight. You’re one of us.”

“I….This is all too much.Take me home please. I want to go home.”

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Puns and Funs.

Bobby x Reader x Toddler Daughter

Fluff

Being a dad isn’t always fun and game. Bobby runs into a bit of trouble on his bring-your-daughter-to-work day.

Thank you for taking your time to send in your request. I hope it lives up to your expectation. Enjoy!

Originally posted by endlessikon


“You sure you wanna take her for the whole day, babe?”

You groan, sleep clearly evident in the way your voice rasps. A small hum emanate from the hot body you’ve been sharing cover with almost every night for the past 5 years.

“Where are you going? It’s not often I get to cuddle you past 7:00.”

You had been ready to get up when the muscular arm drapes across your torso pin your weary body in place. Laying back down obediently, you have absolutely no grief with a few extra minutes in bed. You have to admit, being a mom and working leave you with next to nothing in alone time with your husband, much less time on your own. Whenever you’re off work, your whole day would revolve around your daughter. It honestly got so rough in the beginning you’d sometimes just cry for no apparent reason. Thank God for giving you someone as supportive and understanding as Bobby. No matter how rough it got, he was never far behind picking up the pieces. The rare chance you get to meet up with all your friends, you can be sure to grin like an idiot the whole entire time from the endless amount of compliments and envies from the girls for having someone like Bobby in your life. 

Sighing contently, you let yourself sink into his enchanting musk and soft bare skin. Despite the sun already playfully dancing around the room, left over cold air from the night wind still lingers. No matter as you got the best heater in the whole world holding you tight in his arms. You’re seriously the luckiest woman in the world. 

“Bobby, you’re sure you can handle her.”

Stirring from his own slumber, Bobby runs a hand through his messy brown locks before sneaking a peek only to see your eyes still close while snuggling tightly against his chest. A small satisfactory smile crack upon the ample lips.

“Yes, babe. You deserve a day off without me or Yebin bugging you hours on end. You haven’t had one since our little crazy bunny was born. Treat yo self, woman!”

You both share a big chuckle, his hot breath fanning against your hair before a searing heat of a kiss burns onto your forehead. Tilting your head back, you share a good morning kiss before just laying still, staring into each other eyes, basking in the rare peaceful moment of just enjoying one another. Things were much simpler when it was just you and him - nothing was on schedule, things happens spontaneously. Yet somehow, you’re both certain you wouldn’t do life any other way even if it meant never having enough sleep because your daughter is an energizer bunny, just like her dad.

Right on cue, as if she has a built in internal clock, you could hear the stomping footstep of the little monster running down the hall, tearing up the quietness of the house. Bobby lets out a big laugh before whispering a countdown.

“3…2…1…”

Just as the last number leaves his lips, your bedroom door swings wide open and in fly Yebin, crashing her tiny body right in between yours and Bobby’s. She giggles up a storm before clambering on top to press kisses on your face. Once finished, her tiny hands grab hold of Bobby’s face, holding it in place as he pretend to struggle out of her grasp before giving up. Now laying neatly on top of his chest, she turns back to you with curious eyes.

“Mum, daddy broken today?”

Yebin’s cute little words shock Bobby out of the trance she had put him in. It always amazes you how in love he is with both you and your daughter no matter how many years had past since you built this little family. Too often you heard of husbands who has no bond with their children. One look at Bobby and you know you will never, ever have to worry about that problem. The boy has to be more in love with Yebin than he ever did with you.

“Wait, what does that mean? Why am I broken? Babe?”

Snickering at his panic, you pay him no attention before turning to Yebin, brushing a few hair out of her bright eyes.

“You’re going to work with daddy today, remember bunbun?”

“OH YEA!” She screams off the top of her lungs before hopping off, jetting back the way she came from just moments ago. 

Finally getting out of bed, you run off to get your daughter ready for the day while Bobby stumble off to get ready for work, lips still mumbling about what could she possibly mean by he’s broken.

Another hour had past before Yebin is happily secure in her carseat while you load the rest of the necessity in the trunk of Bobby’s car. Once finished, you linger for a few more seconds chatting away with the excited little bunny who’s rambling on and on about going to work like a big girl. Giving a quick goodbye kiss to Bobby, both your attention tear away when Yebin suddenly exclaim loudly. 

“WEEEWEEE”

While Bobby standing there panicking, you laugh your ass off before telling a giggling Yebin to watch herself.

“Why are you laughing? She want to go to the bathroom. Take her before she pee in the car.”

“She said Ewweee, as in gross, as in mom and dad kissing is gross.”

Sighing loudly, Bobby throws his arms up in the air in defeat. Yebin learning to talk had gave him the biggest stress ever as nothing seems to mean what it suppose to. 

“I forgot how weird you guys are. What about this morning? She said I’m broken.”

“Well whenever you’re off work, you tell her you’re not working. Broken just means not working, babe.”

“And here I thought… aye. She got me good, that little one. It’s gonna be such a long day. Okay. I love you. We will be back before sundown. It’s just a small photoshoot today so it shouldn’t take too long I hope.”

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Nat’s Daycare ~ The First Time

Word Count: 1372

Summary: AU where Baz owns/works in a daycare and Simon has a cute daughter. This has probably been done before, but I like it a lot. :)

Part 1 of ?? (yo this is part 1 |Every Other Time |A Late Time| Even Later |Morning Time |A Date? |Dinner Time |Dining & Bedtime| Boyfriend?| The Morning After |Confusion and Love)

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The first time I saw him was at the grocery store. He was talking to one of the workers, polite and funny. The worker pointed him in the right direction, and he bent down to grab something. When he straightened, I saw that the something he was grabbing was actually a someone, a carbon copy of him. She giggled and grabbed at his face, blonde curls bouncing. He chuckled encouragingly, tucked her against his hip, and pushed the cart down the aisle. The worker watched him go dreamily, a light flush colouring her cheeks.

My heart went out to the teen. I knew exactly how she felt. I considered following him, then decided against it. I was already struggling with enough stalker stereotypes as a male daycare worker. What kind of example would I set if I followed someone around the grocery store?

I bumped into him—literally—in the checkout aisle. The girl was running around at his feet, I was mindlessly scanning for the least busy checkout, and we ran into each other.

“Whoa!” She ran into my legs, and would’ve kept going if I hadn’t bent to wrap an arm around her. “Are you trying to escape?” I scooped her into the air, and she shrieked happily. “Here, you might wanna go back to your papa.”

He turned around, relief flooding his face. “Oh, thank god. Lulu, you’ve got to stop doing that,” he chided the girl, even as she reached out to him. “Thank you so much for catching her. It’s getting harder to keep track of my crazy girl.” I detached his daughter from my side and he scooped her up.

“It’s not a problem. I’m glad I caught her when I did.”

He grinned, and it made my heart flutter. Shifting his daughter to the other side, he reached out to shake my hand. “I’m Simon Salisbury, and you’ve already met my daughter Lucy.”

I shook his—Simon’s—hand. “Basilton Pitch. You can call me Baz.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for grabbing my girl.” Simon turned and moved forward, struggling to get his wallet out. He set Lucy in the seat of the shopping cart for a moment, and she started whining. “Needy baby girl,” Simon grumbled.

“Need a hand?” I offered.

“Um, okay. Mind holding her for just one second? She fusses every time I put her down, and fusses when I pick her up.”

“You’ve got quite a girl on your hands.” I scooped her up once more. Lucy gurgled and slapped at my face with her pudgy hands. Cooing nonsense and bouncing her lightly, I unloaded my basket. The pathetic meals for one I’d picked up made my face burn. Simon finished paying and gathered Lucy out of my arms.

“Once more, thank you for catching Lucy. You wouldn’t believe how much trouble she causes just by being herself.”

“I can only imagine. Have a nice evening.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The second time I saw Simon Salisbury was at the daycare. I was knee-deep in crying and gurgling toddlers, changing one kid while trying to console two others. Normally, there were two other people in the room with me, but today was a rarity. My Aunt Fiona was ill, and Agatha wasn’t supposed to come in until noon. Simon walked in, carrying little Lucy, and the room went silent. Well, in my mind it did. In actuality, the screaming continued. I finished changing the little guy currently on the table (Randall), and scooped another crying kid into my arms. I shifted Darcy into the baby carrier permanently attached to my chest. It came in handy in situations like this, where I had three crying kids and two arms. The rest of the goobers were crawling, napping, or playing, and therefore not crying at the moment. Bouncing three kids and cooing at them, I approached Simon.

“Well hey there, stranger.” I greeted. Simon grinned.

“I thought you looked familiar. It’s no wonder you were able to catch Lucy at high speeds if you’re holding three kids at once.” Billy Junior screamed, and I bent to grab his pacifier from his cubby.

“Your Lucy has nothing on twenty kids at once. Were you looking to enroll her?”

“I was. I love her to death, but it’s getting hard to keep bringing her to work. One of my friends recommended you, although I wasn’t expecting to meet you here, given the name of the center.” Lucy was shifting in his arms, eager to play with other kids.

“It’s named after my mother. She owned it before she passed.” Billy Jr. was done crying, so I let him down, and shifted Darcy out of the carrier.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Simon’s face dropped.

I shrugged it off. “It’s okay. Do you want to let Lucy go play while we take care of the paperwork?”

“Should you leave the kids alone?”

“I won’t. Come on.” Simon bent to drop Lucy and say goodbye, pressing a kiss on her forehead. Lucy wrapped her tiny arms around Simon’s neck for a full thirty seconds, then got distracted and ran off. Simon chuckled, just a little sadly, and followed me to the desk in the corner.

“Oh, clever.” Britney reached for my mouth with her little paws and began pulling at my lips.

“Thanks,” I managed around a toddler’s fist. “So, to properly enroll little Lucy in Nat’s Daycare, you need to fill out just a few forms.” I dislodged Brit’s hand from my mouth, set her carefully on the floor, and dug out a few forms. “The bill comes every two months. Hours are 7 am to 6 pm, and you can drop her off and pick her up at any time during those hours, just make sure you sign her in and out on the clipboard over there.” Biting the back of my pen, I gestured to the clipboard hung by the door. “We’ll add her name to the list by tomorrow. You should put down everyone who could potentially be picking her up or dropping her off on…this sheet.” I pulled out the sheet I was looking for. “Does she have any allergies?” I glanced up from the paperwork, and Simon was staring at me. “Um…”

Simon jumped. “Sorry. I was somewhere else. What did you just say?”

“How much did you miss?” It was disconcerting, having this very attractive young father stare at me.

“I got all of the information about guardians and who can pick her up. Sorry.” Simon flushed.

“It’s all right. I was just asking if Lucy has any allergies.”

“Not that we know of. And I’m not allergic to anything either.”

“Great. You can fill out these forms in here or the next room. I’m really glad you’re choosing us to take care of Lucy. Meanwhile, I have some kids to take care of.” I handed Simon the forms and a pen, and got back to work. While I was checking on the kids, refilling bottles, changing diapers, and whatnot, I picked up the phone to call Fiona.

“Hello?” She sounded stuffy, even over the phone.

“Hey Aunt Fee.”

“Oh, hi Baz. How are things holding up at the center?”

“It’s all right. We’re a little shorthanded right now.”

“Did you call Agatha and ask if she could come in earlier?” Fiona coughed loudly.

“No, I didn’t. I will. And we’ve got a new kid.”

“Wicked! Who?” Fee liked using what she thought were cool terms, but managed to sound like someone stuck in the 80s.

“Lucy Salisbury. Her dad, Simon, is just filling out the forms.”

“That’s great, Baz. Is he cute?”

“A-are you talking about Lucy?”

“Is Lucy a guy?” She deadpanned. Fiona was well-aware of my terminal homosexuality.

“Okay, yes.”

“He is? How old?”

“Young.”

“Wife?”

“I don’t know. God, Fee, you make it sound like he’s a target.” I refilled a few bottles for a few kids, testing the milk’s warmth on my arm.

“He is, but whatever. Is Jimmy Lowes there today?”

“No, his mom called and said he was still sick.”

“Little bugger got me sick.”

“Enjoy your day at home, Fee.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She broke into a coughing fit. “Enjoy your target. I love you, Basil.”

“Love you, too.”

Fic: The Sweetest Sound

A Chris Evans One Shot

Summary: Daddy!Chris has to shave his beard for his next movie role. His daughter reacts to seeing him sans beard for the very first time.

Dedicated to kryka83 for sending in the prompt! Thank you for that. I hope it came out okay. :)

Thank you for reading!

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There were many sounds that held the ability to evoke an indescribable happiness within Chris’s heart. His mother’s melodious voice as she sang his favorite childhood lullaby Return to Pooh Corner. The soft snores of his sleeping dog that stayed tucked close to his side. The crackling of wood burning brightly in the middle of a campsite. And the noisy stillness of life he experienced while being surrounded by nothing but trees.

All of these reverberations calmed him, centered him, zapped him back to a tranquility he desperately tried to hold onto on a rainy day.

But nothing - absolutely nothing - could awaken his soul, could shine a light into the darkest corners of his mind and drown out the brain noise, like the sweet, precious giggles of his two favorite girls in the world; his wife and daughter.

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Favorite Costumer

Drabble: A Modern AU of how Peeta can’t keep his eyes off a girl that comes to his bakery every day.

From the bakery marble counter, he watches her. She’s beautiful, always is, but today there’s something especial about her. For starters, her hair is not in a braid as usual. Not that he doesn’t like her braid. Actually, he loves it. But today, with her dark waves falling perfectly above her shoulders and a light make up applied to her face, she seems so more mature than she actually is that it makes his heart glow with hope and possibility, even though he can’t. Even though he won’t.

Also, she’s smiling. A lot. Like he never saw before. She also giggles. And it makes his glowing heart do flip flops inside his chest. Because if there’s someone that deserves to be happy in this entire world, this someone is Katniss Everdeen.

He feels like a teenager, spying her like that as she laughs and talks with her little sister. At least, he assumes the light haired girl sitting close to her is her little sister, judging by the way they seem intimate. Although she seems like a sixteen year old girl, when Katniss always talked about her like she was five. Anyway, he can see that she likes this girl, that could or not be her sister, and it makes him happy that she’s happy because he saw her scowl too much on the past couple of years that he knows her.

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Headcanon of Ichigo and Rukia’s first born daughter bonding with her grandfather Isshin and he ends up teaching her habits that Ichigo really wished he could of prevented, or so he says.


“Besides, grandpa told me if we didn’t keep you on your toes you’d end up like some sort of sad couch potato with a bad dad haircut–”

“A what?”

“You know, the kind middle-aged men have when they’re in a mid-life crisis, no purpose in life, receding hairline, balding–”


“Just call me ‘Papa’!”

“The hell?  I’m her father!”  Ichigo scowled as he warily scrutinized his own father’s actions.  Isshin paid him no mind as he made faces at his three year old granddaughter.  She merely blinked at him from his lap, her large indigo eyes wide with curiosity behind the bright orange hair inherited from her mother and father respectively.  "She can call you crazy old man!“

Not at all deterred, Isshin straightened up as he scooped her under her armpits and tossed her with much of his strength, sending her flying well above their heads as Ichigo tensed up, lunging at the pair.  Her giggles were drowned out by the sound of muscle meeting flesh from the solid kick Ichigo delivered to Isshin’s face, followed by his cursing as he scrambled to catch his daughter.

Don’t curse around her!“  

Ichigo soon found himself in a position similar to his father on the floor, his head throbbing.  He quickly shook off the pain in a panic for his daughter’s safety, instantly relieved to see her in the arms of his petite wife as she glared down at him.  His relief instantly turned to anger as Rukia continued to stand on his chest, scowling as he registered the hit she gave to him to intercept retrieving their daughter.

"Damn it, Rukia, I had her–” Ichigo grunted as Rukia’s foot once more found itself planted on his face.

“What did I just say, fool?”  She hissed as she pressed her foot down harder on his face as she placed her daughter down on the floor carefully before turning her attention to her husband.

The three year old giggled from the floor, watching her parents interact with amusement.  Although they argued fiercely and loudly, there was no feeling of trepidation nor did atmosphere ever feel heavy or tense.  Despite her young age, she could clearly feel the passion and strong emotions underlying her parents actions.

“–always have to–”
“–clearly in mid-air and you handling–”

Psst.”

Distracted by the call, the toddler looked around to catch the eye of her grandfather.  He beamed, pleased at his success for catching her attention.  He winked and tilted his head away from the couple.  The toddler tilted her head, mimicking his actions in confusion, her brows furrowing together.

Isshin had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from erupting in squeals as he barely contained himself from cooing over his granddaughter.  And then suddenly her eyes grew bright with understanding as she ambled over to him, a little unsteadily before Isshin scooped her up and quietly slipped away from the fray.

As Ichigo and Rukia’s voices faded to a steady murmur in the background, Isshin glanced down at his granddaughter and grinned.

“Now, let Papa give you some advice!”

She only looked back, blinking in response but clearly listening.

“Sometimes, I know you feel a bit lonely since they’re always busy, but you know they love you very much, right?”  A nod.  "But sometimes we have to give your momma and daddy some alone time in order to… Help things along!  After all, you don’t want to be alone all the time, do you…?“

Her eyes widened at the implication and she fervently shook her head.

"Then for the greater good, sometimes we must leave momma and daddy alone–but fear not!  Papa is here to keep you company and soon, I am certain you’ll never be alone again!”

She blinked, confusion clearly evident in her expression, but at her grandfathers light tone and encouraging smile, she returned it.

“So while you stay with me, Papa can teach you everything he knows and before you know it you’ll have a brand new brother, or sister, or siblings!!  And then soon, you can teach them what I’ve taught you!”

“Teach me?”  She tilted her head to the side, processing his words as her eyes seemed to light up as she hopped up and down excitedly, “Brother??  Sister??”

“Yes, yes!!  All the siblings you want!  Twins, triplets, you name it–” Isshin supplied gleefully, hopping up and down with his granddaughter, sharing her excitement.

Overhearing the last of his father’s words, Ichigo scowls at his father as he enters the room with Rukia in tow, “What the hell are you teaching her?!”

Ichigo!”

Isshin later proceeds to teach his granddaughter the sacred tombstone breaking competition for grandmother’s anniversary and annual family picnic along with many other ‘tips’ and ‘suggestions’ he has to offer, much to Ichigo's annoyance.

Ichigo thinks he at least escaped his father’s 'alarm’ strategy, only to find he must now be wary of his three year old daughter jumping on his stomach to wake him up at odd hour shift of the night.  And he can’t lock the door to their bedroom since, well, how could he do that to his daughter?  What if she needed them?  

And as the years go by her technique becomes more refined and even… Life threatening.

Rukia scoffs, having adopted this method herself on days where Ichigo refuses to get out of bed (“Shit, Rukia, it’s 7am on a fucking Sunday….”
“And you want to teach your children that it’s acceptable to lay about in bed being unproductive?”
“And it’s equally productive to sit on the couch watching shitty animated movies about a stupid bunny made for toddlers–shit!  Rukia!”) she claims Ichigo is being a bit ridiculous and paranoid.  It’s not as if he’s ever died from his father’s attacks (“He could have broken my neck if I didn’t have fast enough reflexes!”) although arguably Ichigo could be considered half dead?  Surely his daughter couldn’t be a threat to her own father!

Ichigo is a little worried that in addition to this, his daughter is a bit too competitive at times, although he’s certainly proud of her determination and accomplishments.  

He just had some hope he would have been able to have some semblance of normality in life where he didn’t have to wake up with a start and roll out of bed to avoid his children barreling into his room with a kick aimed at his face or any vital organ.  

“Why don’t you wake your mom up with your attempts at parenticide?!”

“Because they know they won’t be fed if they do,” Rukia mumbles from the lump of blankets and pillows.  “Don’t be so dramatic, Ichigo…”

“Hey!  I can cook too!”  Ichigo argues, but drops it at the deadpan looks from his children and wife.

Grudgingly, Ichigo admits his cooking isn’t nearly as good as Rukia’s.  Not that he’d admit it.

Ichigo often finds he must dodge his children’s attacks, mainly his first born daughter, all throughout the day.  Some attempts seem much more serious than others and he legitimately questions his family’s intention of whether they truly mean to kill him or not.

“Oh, come on dad!”  His oldest daughter frowns at him, crossing her arms over her chest.  "You always say we should protect each other!“

"Exactly!  Protect each other, not try to kill one another!”  Ichigo scowls.  He had just come home, exhausted, only to be greeted by a flying kick from his daughter.  Luckily, already built in with reflexes from such a young age, Ichigo hardly batted an eyelash as he merely dodged his daughter’s kick, hand grasping her leg to use her momentum to twist themselves around as he sets her onto her feet outside the front door before shutting it firmly behind him.

Dumbfounded, she stands at the threshold of their home, her hands still up in front of her chest and clenched into fists.  She snaps out of it the moment she hears the door locked and turns around, shouting as she bangs on the front door.

“Hey!  Dad?!  Dad!”

Ichigo ignores her calls and continues into their home, not at all perturbed about locking his teenage daughter out as he falls back into the couch, sighing in relief.  He was even thinking he might have to criticize how predictable she was becoming.

Minutes later Ichigo wasn’t at all surprised to see his daughter stomping down the stairs to confront him, a few twigs in her hair leaving evidence for him to suspect she probably scaled up the drain pipe and slipped in through an open window.

“You really think I’d aim to kill you?”  She scoffed, her expression haughty and not at all unlike her mother’s,  " I only do it because I believe in you and I know you aren’t weak!“

Ichigo merely grunted, glaring off the side at the snicker he heard from the kitchen.  Rukia, who had come home a bit earlier, was in the midst of preparing dinner.  She caught his glare, but merely smirked as she lifted a knife gesturing to the kitchen.

"Get off your lazy rump and assist me, both of you,” Rukia scolded them, momentarily interrupting their stand off.  The two knew better than to argue with the matriarch of the family and with an unspoken truce they trudged to the kitchen to assist in any way they could without causing a mess of their meal.  

Their daughter gathered up the plates and utensils, setting up the table before casually continuing her defense.

“Besides, grandpa told me if we didn’t keep you on your toes you’d end up like some sort of sad couch potato with a bad dad haircut–”

“A what?”

“You know, the kind middle-aged men have when their in a mid-life crisis, no purpose in life, receding hairline, balding–”

Balding?!” Ichigo interrupted incredulously, scowling as he paused in chopping some vegetables as he reached with his free hand to touch his bangs, “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing,” Rukia pauses in her own work as she reaches up to run a hand through his bangs, fondly tugging at the strands, “she’s telling you we keep you from getting soft, fool, don’t you listen?”

“Thanks to our family and our efforts, especially me,” his daughter tells him smugly before looking up with him with a serious expression.  "You’re welcome.“

Ichigo can’t help but roll his eyes as he reaches out and retaliates by tugging on the stubborn bang between Rukia’s eyes with one hand while ruffling his daughter’s hair with his other.  They both protest and push his hands away, but they’re grinning as they hear footsteps of the rest of the family entering the kitchen.

Ichigo realizes that a long time ago he did think his father had been crazy and had become annoyed with his antics while longing for a more quiet routine.  He was almost horrified when he realized what his father had influenced and passed on to his children, but he really should have known that he never would have fit a 'normal’ and mundane lifestyle.  

And he really didn’t think he would have had it any other way.

A Hard Bargain - Ch. 5

Originally posted by barrissoffee

Summary: With all the goodbyes said, and tears shed, Kylo’s very public demise goes forward. Though reluctant and absolutely destroyed from within by what she sees, (Y/N) agrees to go with Leia and watch. The evening return to the Resistance is both emotional and exhausting but leads to an unexpected turn.

A/N: Oookay, so I apologize in advance haha the angst is gonna get worse. BUT, I promise I will make it better. You have to read it all the way through to figure out how, no spoilers, but reader will get some peace I promise! 

Also if you’re someone who enjoys pain deep in your heart as you read haha song recs are “Shadow of the Day” Linkin Park and “Let it Go” James Bay. 


“(Y/N)…”

Not bothering to open your eyes, you laid motionless, still worn from the events over the past few days. You were physically drained and wanted nothing more than to finally drift off to sleep, which you had been deprived since sitting at Kylo’s bedside. Your nerves were too high and your mind couldn’t process anything aside from the growing anxiety you had with every stitch sewn into him.

“Hmm?”

“…Why do you stay?”

Arching a brow as you nuzzled your head further into your pillow, you gave Kylo a little shrug.

“Are you really bringing this up right now?”

Turning to look at you Kylo’s lips parted, his eyes slowly growing glossy.

“I killed my own father (Y/N)…and you’re still here. I need to know. …Are you staying out of fear…or something else?”

Finally fluttering your eyes open you saw Kylo come into your momentarily hazey vision. Taking him in you saw the welling tears in his eyes, the way his lips were just barely quivering, the obvious dark circles under his eyes, obvious even under the bandages from his fresh scar. Furrowing your brows at him you shook your head.

“…I understand why you did it Kylo. I don’t have to whole heartedly agree with it…but it’s not my journey. Whether you regret or believe it with every fiber of your being I’ll support you.”

His bottom began to quiver more now as he looked over your face.

“…Even something as monstrous as that…as unforgiveable…and you…you’re willing to stay?”

You nodded as you felt your eyelids attempt to fight off the undeniable craving of rest.  

“I love you…and you do some crazy stuff for love…so I guess that’s my thing.”

As your eyes shut, sighing to yourself, you could hear the stifled whimpers from next to you, the bed lightly shaking with each sound. Slowly opening your eyes once again Kylo was covering the lower half of his face now, hunched forward as the ripples of his pain hit you. Sitting up slowly to join him you carefully brought a gentle hand to his back. 

“I-I killed him (Y/N)…his own son…I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“Ssshh…it’s ok…no matter which path you choose, I’ll be there.”

Sniffling he quickly wrapped you into his bare chest with his uninjured arm, holding onto you as if you were his life support. Tears slowly fell atop your head as you just nestled your head against him.

“…Thank you…thank you.”

Placing a soft kiss to his chest with a smile, you let your eyes fall shut once again as Kylo rocked you both.


“(Y/N).”

Looking up from where you sat in the Falcon, you saw Leia, her eyes solemn as she looked over to you. From the energy her presence alone gave off, as well as her bloodshot eyes, you knew she had taken a good long while to relieve herself of her tears before coming to see you. 

“They’ll be…they’ll be starting in 30 minutes.”

Nodding with a small gulp you attempted a smile towards Leia. 

“Alright.”

Turning back to looking at the controls laying all in front of you in the captains seat of the Falcon, you carefully ran your fingertips over them. Despite the technology being rather outdated compared to what you were used to, you couldn’t help but admire it.

“Ben used to love sitting up here.”

Watching her take the seat next to you, your brow arched.

“My son…he loved to be up here.”

Smiling to yourself, imagining what Kylo looked like as a small toddler, you turned back to the control panel. In your mind, Kylo likely looked almost exactly like (Y/S/N), the fluffy head of hair, big curious brown eyes and chubby cheeks. To think a man such as Kylo was such a small innocent being like (Y/S/N), was at the least ironic, and heartbreaking. 

“I’m sure he did.”

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anonymous asked:

I have a prompt but the more I think about it the more I think it might be too complicated but maybe it can give you an idea for something else. o-o Rhys goes down to Pandora to do a quick, but still important, Hyperion job because the person responsible for said job got sick/died. It’s supposed to simple and painless but it’s Pandora so c’mon. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Things happen and Jack has to go get him. ( ◞・౪・) Optional: Omegaverse and Rhys is preggers. Jack knows. Rhys may or may not know. Up to you

Nah actually what do you know that hit the spot anon xD I might have taken it a bit different but also had so much fun. :D Thanks for the prompt! This is dedicated to @thethespacecoyote who inspired a lot of stuff cuz bitchin writing maaaan :D

This labeled as Finder’s Keepers. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here. Also on my ao3 here. :)


“I’m not happy about this.”

“If you were then I might smack you,” Rhys said with a smirk as he was packing clothes into a bag.

“I can just send someone else down instead.”

“Jack, you know I can just plug into everything and handle it,” the omega told him with a tap at his port. “Anyone else will take double the time and you can’t have those lines down for that long.”

“Piece of shit Jacobs,” the alpha grumbled as he watched. “Dying without authorization.”

Really, Jack?” The younger man raised an unimpressed brow at him. “It’s not his fault he got Pandoran chicken pox.”

“I don’t see how it’s not… He was the one down there.”

“Because you posted him there. All alone by the way. I’m surprised he didn’t go nuts.”

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Angel

Requested by: Anonymous Request: Hello! Could you possibly do a Peter imagine where he visits the reader trying to convince them to go to Neverland and he confesses his feelings and frustration about her never going with him and she confesses that she has a boyfriend and is having a baby? A/N: This turned out WAY longer than I expected it to. I didn’t include the baby part only because she was so young, and I feel like this is so different from what you requested but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

My small hands slammed against my ears as I tried to muffle out my parent’s screaming. At six, it was a scary thing to listen to your mom and dad fall out of love.

I grabbed my pillow and my blanket and crawled under my bed, curling up in the corner.

“We have a family! You have a daughter that needs her father!” My mom screamed. “You don’t do shit for us, for her!”

I heard boxes being moved around outside.

“You said it yourself, she needs her father! So you’re going to get up and leave with her?” He shouted. “Listen to yourself!”

“Are you okay, girl?” A soft voice asked me in the midst of the yelling.

I jumped, slamming my head on the bottom of the bed.

I looked over, finding a boy laying flat on the floor next to my bed and looking over at me.

“Are you an angel?” I asked, my eyes wide in surprised.

He chuckled.

“Why, do I look like an angel?” He questioned, smirking when I began nodding immediately.

“Why don’t you come out of there?” He beckoned, holding his hand out for me.

I grabbed it, his large hand swallowing mine up, and allowed him to pull me out. I stood up next to him.

“So, tell me, what about me looks like an angel?” He pressed on the subject.

I examined his face for a bit before telling him to bend down to my level. He kneeled down next to me.

“Your… eyes, they’re big and green, and..” I continued to stare deeply at him. “Your cheeks,” I said as I squeezed them in my hand. “And you hair, and-”

“Okay, I think I get, I look like an angel.” He cut me off, prying my hands away from his face.

“And I prayed for an angel last night.” I explained to the stranger.

“I guess I’m your angel then, love.” He smiled and stood back up. “I’m Peter.”

I clapped my hands in excitement.

I jumped as the yelling downstairs grew louder. The boy frowned as he listened to the argument.

“What do you say I take you away? Away from school, the bullies, the yelling? All of it.” He offered, his eyes bright.

“You’re going to wake Y/N up if you keep screaming like this!” My mom yelled. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs a second later.

I gasped, pressing my small hands against Peter’s stomach and pushing him back.

“What are you doing?” He whispered loudly.

“Go! She’s gonna see you!” I insisted.

Finally I got him into the closet and shut the door, quickly running to jump back in bed.

The door opened and I closed my eyes, hoping she would believe it.

Once I heard the door shut again, I got up and ran over to the closet, throwing the door open.

It was empty.

“Peter?” I asked, looking in every corner of the closet.

Tears built up in my eyes as I continued to search.

Two hand grasped my waist before I was hoisted into the air.

“Boo!” Peter shouted as he threw me into the air, catching me as I came down. I giggled uncontrollably as he set me back on the floor.

“So what do you say? Run away with me.” He brought up his offer once again.

I looked around my room. My bed, my toys, the picture frame on my nightstand of my parents and I.

I looked back to Peter with sad eyes and shook my head.

“I don’t want to leave, Peter.” I whispered, tears forming once again in my eyes.

His let out a breath of disappointment, casting his gaze to the floor.

Silently, he picked me up and laid me in my bed, covering me with the blanket he’d retrieved from under the bed.

“I’ll be back for you.” He said reassuringly before walking back to the window.

“When?” I pried.

He glanced back at me, a smile on his face.

“Soon, angel.”

And with that, I watched him fly into the night.

• • • • •


It had been six years since that angel came to my room. Six years of staring out the window every night. Six years of praying for him. Six years of my slowly fading faith in him.

I was twelve now, my parents had long since gotten a divorce, and I hardly saw my father anymore; twice every month maybe. I learned to adjust to the change, but it was hard not having that male figure in my life. I knew it was for the best though. If it made my mom happier, then it was okay.

I had fallen asleep hours ago, but awoke when I heard someone shuffling around in my room. I shot up in bed. No one was there.

I laid back down. This happened a lot, I was sure I was going mad. I knew it was my subconscious hoping Peter would come back.

I trudged out of bed and downstairs to get a glass of water, careful not to wake my mom up. Once I got back to my room, I laid back in bed, my eyes shut tight.

This had to stop.

I sighed, opening them once again.

I nearly screamed.

There on my ceiling was none other than Peter Pan, sticking to the roof as if he was a freaking starfish.

“Peter?” I breathed out, not trusting my screwed up mind at the moment.

That infamous smirk I knew too well formed on his face.

“Angel.”

He came down, his feet landing flat on the ground and stepped closer to me.

“Oh, how you’ve changed.” He smiled as he inspected me. “Stand up.” He ordered.

It took me a minute to regain my train of thought before doing as he said.

“Still on the short side, now are we?” He laughed as I still only barely reached his chest.

“You..” I began to speak but couldn’t quite focus long enough to finish my sentence.

“It’s really me, angel.” He reassured, a soft smile on his face.

“You jerk!” I screamed, shoving him back.

His eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to question my actions, but I didn’t let him.

“You had me waiting for six years! I thought I was crazy!” I shouted as I yanked at my hair. “I spent six years sitting by window every night hoping you would come back! Hoping this angel of mine would care enough to come back and assure me I wasn’t insane!”

I broke down, my legs crumbling under me as I fell to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

“Six years, Peter,” I whispered. “And you never came.”

I saw him sit down next to me, his hand fiddling around in his lap.

“In all fairness, where I come from, time doesn’t pass the same as it does here. It feels like I was here only months ago.” He murmured.

He began chuckling a bit.

“Imagine my surprise when I come expecting to see a little six year old tucked into bed, and instead see a teenager in her place with a bra sitting on the floor.” He laughed, swinging the garment around his fingers.

My cheeks heated up as I yanked it away from him and out of sight.

“Have you thought about it?” He asked after several minutes of silence.

You hummed in confusion.

“About my offer,” he explained. “The one I made when you were little.”

I nodded.

“And?” He pressed.

I sighed, looking up at those big, green eyes that have haunted my dreams for the past six years.

“I can’t, not yet.” I whispered.

He huffed.

“Not yet? It’s been six years and your life here has only gotten worse!” He argued, offended that I’ve turned him down twice already.

“Yes, Peter, I understand that, but-”

“Then why? Why not, angel? Come, you’ll be happy in Neverland, I promise.” He cut me off.

“I can’t leave my mom here alone. My dad’s already left, she can’t handle me leaving too.” Trying to explain this to him was like trying to explain to a toddler why they couldn’t eat candy before bed.

“You’ll be all grown up soon, and you won’t be allowed on Neverland if you’re..” His face twisted in disgust. “An adult.” He spat.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

He got up from the floor and walked over to the window. I shot up to follow him.

“Where are you going?” I asked frantically, gripping onto his arm in desperation.

“I have to go home.” He admitted.

I went against my better judgement and lunged at him, knocking us both to the ground as I hugged him tightly.

“Don’t leave me again, please.” I whispered into his chest.

“I’ll be back,” he reassured me, prying me off of him and kissing my forehead tenderly.

It turned into an all too familiar scene as he stepped onto the window sill, smiling over at me.

“Soon, angel.”

• • • • • •


Five years went by, and no sign from my angel. I figured he probably gave up after the second time of me not accepting his offer.

Part of me still thought he was just a male figure my subconscious conjured up in my dreams to replace my father, but the presence of Peter was far too real for me to ever truly believe that.

I was seventeen now, and my life was shaping into something amazing. I’d graduated high school early in an honors program and was already in my third year of college.

I really believe I’d moved on, but some nights, some lonely nights, I still look out the window and pray to that angel that pulled the crying six year old out from under the bed all those years ago.

I smiled at those memories, but that’s all they were; memories.

I sat in bed, typing away at my laptop. It was early, around 6:30 in the morning, and I was already up doing work.

I sipped at my coffee when there was a knock at my window. I jumped, cursing as the hot coffee spilled onto my chest.

No, it couldn’t be him. Peter surely had given up on me long ago.

I nearly sprinted over to the window, tripping over a box on my way there, and pulled the drapes aside, my stomach turning over as I saw my angel.

I quickly opened the window for him.

His eyes widened at my appearance and they scanned me from head to toe, almost approvingly.

“Angel.”

The infamous line fell from his lips.

I jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

“How old are you now?” He asked, his voice almost scared.

“Seventeen. It’s been five years, Peter.” I reminded him.

He sighed in relief.

“Well then I’m just in time.” He smirked, bringing me close to him.

“Come with me, angel, before it’s too late.” He coaxed, staring deeply into my eyes. My smile faltered.

“I can’t, Peter.” It broke my heart to say it to him again.

“Why? Is it because of your mother again? I hate mothers.” He grumbled.

“No, Peter,” I sighed. “I’m-”

“Why are there boxes everywhere? Where’s all your stuff, are you moving?” He rambled as he inspected my room.

“Peter, I’m engaged.” I finally said.

It seemed as if the wind was knocked out of him.

He quickly grabbed my left hand, staring at the ring in disbelief.

“No, you’re only seventeen, you’re still a child!” He said frantically.

“My life falling into place. I’m almost done with college, I’ve got a job, I’m moving into my own house, I’m happy, Peter.” I smiled.

His face turned dark.

“So you grew up?” He spat as if it were the most vile act he’d ever heard of.

“I couldn’t keep waiting for you to come around, I had to move on with my life!” I explained, tears welling up in my eyes.

“I offered you a life! A home! family! And all you ever did was turn me away! You could have been happy! We could have been happy!” He screamed, his face turning red with anger. His breaths were uneven and harsh. I feared he would pass out.

“We could have been happy..” He repeated in a whisper.

“Peter,” I said softly, placing a hand on his arm, but he yanked it away and began walking to my window sill. It was the scene of every nightmare I’ve had since I was six. Him leaving.

He looked back at me, and I swore I could’ve seen a tear run down his face as he breathed out once and for all.

“Goodbye, angel.”

Anaesthesia.

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary: you get your wisdom tooth extracted and the one and only Pietro Maximoff gets the responsibility to look after you.

Author’s Note: I wanted to write something funny to detox my brain. This is my first Pietro one shot and its a fluffy one. The reader’s power is fire manipulation. I hope you find my sense of humour good and this one shot is not a cringe worthy experience for you! (guess who finally figured out gifs XD)

Warnings: none as such, slight state of undress maybe?

Word Count: 1849

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

You were walking in the hallway of the tower after your appointment with the dentist. You had decided to visit a dentist when the pain in your jaw had become hard to handle or when you had become too much to handle for the avengers. You had expected to be given some pain killers or a little fixing up but were you wrong, the dentist had first lectured you about your dental hygiene habits and had then broken the news that you will have to get your wisdom tooth extracted. Now it wasn’t the procedure you were worried about, you had some great pain endurance, it was how you would act afterwards on anaesthesia and who would take care of you. You were broken out of your thoughts when tony approached you.

‘are you with me (y/n)?’ he said as he snapped his fingers in your face. ‘wha- yeah, I was just thinking something. You were saying?’ you faced him completely.

‘I was asking how did the appointment go? Can we finally have some rest? I mean evil people we can handle, but you with all your fire and when you are highly irritate able- ‘he let out a deep breath in a mocking manner. ‘hey you can’t blame for that! I don’t just manipulate fire I am connected to it. That’s what gives me the temper.’ You explained. ‘and about the appointment, I am getting my wisdom tooth extracted tomorrow. Surprise! You waved your hands.

‘really? I would totally record it and-‘ he was saying it all grinning but stopped mid-sentence.’ Dammit! we are going on a mission tomorrow.’ He frowned

‘what! A mission!? What about me? I won’t be able to drive! What if I burn something down?!’ You all most yelled as you started panicking.

‘calm down kid, roadrunner is not going he will take care of you.’ he said trying to calm you down. ‘it will also give you time to settle things. You both either flirt ridiculously or try to murder each other. just give us all a break and sort it out.’ ‘what? No we-, ugh, fine.’ You folded your arms. You yourself couldn’t name your relationship with Pietro, it was complicated. Sometimes you were the best of buddies and sometimes you were after each other’s neck. ‘okay, I will get going now. I’ve got some work to do.’ And with that he went away.

They all left later that day leaving you and Pietro alone. You were curled up on the couch reading until a streak of blue appeared in front of you and your book and blanket were taken away from you suddenly.

‘Pietro!!! Give me my stuff back!!’ you yelled as you sat up. Your hair erupting in flames.

‘what? you didn’t see that coming?’ he said with an idiotic grin on his face.

‘as a matter of fact, I did but I didn’t want to melt your fucking face off!’ you said trying to calm yourself.

‘calm down, volcano’ he moved his hands to signal you to calm down and plopped on the couch beside you. ‘so, I will be babysitting you tomorrow, huh?’ he wiggled his eyebrows. ‘I have never seen you drunk it will be fun!’

‘no, it will be anything but fun for you maximoff.’ You faced him and pointed a finger at him. ‘I will get the thing done and you will drive me back and see that I don’t burn something.’

  ‘whatever you say fireball!’ he pulled your cheek and ran out of the room.

The day finally came and Pietro drove you to the dentist’s. ‘you won’t faint or something right?’ he asked in a teasing tone. You glared at him and got in the room.

After some time an assistant helped you out of the room.

‘mr. maximoff?’ the woman who was holding you asked. peitro got up and moved towards you.

‘that’s me’ he said with a small smile.

 the lady helped him and told him how the anaesthesia would be in effect for a longer time as it wasn’t the normal one, you were given a specially prepared one as you neutralised the normal one in a matter of minuets. He listened carefully and helped you walk to the car. You weren’t saying anything you were just doing as told like a robot. He finally got you in the passenger side and got in the car.

‘so how did it go?’ he asked whilst driving. You didn’t reply just looked at him. ‘you know that’s a little creepy, right?’

‘you look nice.’ You finally said in a much calmer tone you normally used with him.

‘what?!’ he grinned. ‘well if I have to be the nanny I might as well make it enjoyable’ he thought. ‘what exactly do you like about me?’

you thought for a while. ‘everything.’ You said with a smile. he felt a heat rise to his face. Was he blushing? ‘what do you like about me?’ you asked sweetly.

‘everything.’ He replied with a small smile and gave you a sincere look.

You wouldn’t remember most of it after all. He thought you were beautiful. You hid your insecurities by making fun of yourself. You were kind with those who deserved it and you were with him when he needed you. He had fallen for you and it was the truth. His chain of thoughts was broken when he saw some people staring from their car windows towards your side. Had they recognized you?

‘I am too hot’ you said as you fanned yourself with your hands.

‘what do you mean? its October and the heat- ‘he finally looked at you and was shocked.

You had taken off your shirt and were sitting in just your bra and jeans. You were moving your hands violently which made it difficult for him to concentrate on your face.

‘WHERE THE HELL’S YOUR SHIRT!!’ he shouted in a high pitch voice. He looked around and tried to cover the maximum part of your body by streching your shirt over you. He did it gingerly but quick as he didn’t want to touch you in a way you didn’t approve.

‘my powers are going crazy.’ you whined ‘my body temperature’s rising.’

‘okay, I’ll figure something out. Let me get you something cold. Maybe it’ll help.’ He said and you looked at him sweetly with your shirt still draped on your body. ‘AND FOR GOD’S SAKE WEAR THE DAMN SHIRT!’ he shouted ‘I am driving and you are distracting me!’

‘really? I have made ‘the Pietro Maximoff’ uncomfortable?’ you said with a teasing grin. ‘what about when I do, this?’ you brought your hands closer to the sides of your chest revealing a lot of cleavage. He glanced at you and the car jerked sideways.

‘WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)! YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED! WEAR THE DAMN SHIRT ALREADY!’ he said as he parked the car. ‘I am not driving until you cover yourself up!’ he folded his arms and looked outside his window.

‘why? Because you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?’ you wore the shirt and laughed loudly. He smiled but you couldn’t see.

 ‘is that a smile I am hearing? You can look now I am fully dressed.’ He checked before turning fully which made you chuckle.

He then took you to an ice cream shop but had to get out of there quickly as you were making fire butterflies in the car.

‘look piet! It’s a butterfly!’ you said with the enthusiasm of a toddler and made one fly in his direction.

‘yeah it’s a damn butterfly! Here is your ice cream, it’ll help you with your body temperature. And please don’t make more of these, stark will kill me if anything happens to the car.’ He said as he quickly got in the car and handed you the bowl.

‘thanks piet!’ You kissed his cheek and his face turned red. It was the first time you had shared such a kind of touch with him you were mostly trying to punch him. ’you’re so cute all flustered up and taking care of me.’ You gave him a sweet smile.

  ‘I-I am not, ugh, why do I like you so much?’ he said and started driving. Why had he said it out loud? You both didn’t speak till you arrived at the base where he helped you to your room.

 You sat on your bed. ‘you like me?’ you asked just when he was about to leave.

‘ yeah I do, no i-I’ he stuttered and spun in your direction avoiding your eyes.

‘maybe, you need a little push to decide.’ You got up and he locked his eyes on you. you caressed his cheek with one hand and got on your tip – toes.

‘(y/n) I don’t think-‘ ‘shhh…. Stay still.’ you hushed him. you waited for a few breaths, grazed your bottom lip on his and kissed him on the corner of the mouth before you took a step back. You left him with wide eyes, he didn’t know what to do, he craved more.

‘if you want more till tomorrow and think just about me; I am all yours.’ you winked and laid down on your bed. ‘g’night.’

He processed what had happened and ran to his room. The night seemed too long that day. He thought only about you and how he craved to kiss you passionately. All the others arrived at the base and he was up early. He just wanted to go to your room and tell you about his feelings. he tried to be patient but his hyperactivity wasn’t helping.

 You finally walked in the kitchen, the first place you come to after dressing up, muttering something about your head throbbing. You were wearing a deep burgundy sweater and jeans but for him it was still the most beautiful thing you could wear. he immediately got up from the couch where he was sitting with Wanda and vision and zapped to your side.

‘(y/n)! you do remember yesterday, right? Especially the evening.’ He was shaking at this point he couldn’t take it any more

‘hell yeah,’ you muttered as you drank some water. ‘so, what did you think?’ you looked up to meet his eyes. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red and his face had a hint of grey to it. he looked like he had not slept at all.

‘I thought about you. the whole damn night.’ He said using his eyes like mirrors to his soul. ‘I realized how deep my feeling are for you, how you helped me when I needed you, how you called me an idiot every time I injured myself. I realized how much I crave your touch and presence.’ He looked directly in your eyes and you froze for a second.

‘he is not lying! Please accept my love sick brother (y/n)!’ Wanda yelled from the couch and Pietro glared at her. You chuckled and hugged him. When you pulled back he was smiling like an idiot.

‘don’t you owe me something?’ he said with a proud look on his face and his hands folded over his chest. You rolled your eyes and kissed him.

  ‘finally!!’ Wanda squealed. You both pulled back.

 ‘what part of don’t read my mind do you not understand!! Pietro glared at her holding your hands. you kissed him on the cheek finding his childishness adorable. he looked back at you with adoration in his eyes.


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My Boys: Better Days - Chapter 2

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My Boys: Better Days - Chapter 2

“Amelia, this is not the best way to do that,” Owen tried to be gentle as he observed Amelia’s awful gift wrapping skills “It shouldn’t have loose ends.” He explained, trying hard not to be cynical.

Amelia gave him an icy glance and sighed out loud.

“Fine,” She gave up, more amused than she would ever admit “You finish this and I’ll go make us coffee.”

It was early Saturday morning, and they were using the time when the boys were still asleep to wrap the Christmas gifts they had gotten during the week. The kitchen table held a pile of cars, balls, lego sets, and action figures.

“Who’s getting a plush Darth Vader figure?” Owen frowned at the toy, inspecting it.

“Danny. You know how obsessed with Star Wars he’s become.”

“This is just wrong,” Owen scowled at the toy “Darth Vader isn’t supposed to be cute and fluffy. He is dark and cruel.”

“Exactly,” Amelia stared at him. “I don’t want my toddler with an evil doll. The cute one is more positive.” She argued.

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Utopian VS Dystopian Time-lines of Carry On

Every single story is a gray neutral zone of what could have happened. There is no perfect outcome. But sometimes things are as good as they could have possibly gotten.

And in some cases, somethings are so inevitable, that they will happen no matter how the events play out. You are destined to do something or be with someone…

Utopian Time-line of Carry On

The turning point: The Mage made sure that Lucy survives child birth.

How things follow:

Simon is born without his uncontrollable magic.

He is raised by both parents as a toddler. When the Mage’s plan to attack the nursery was discovered by Lucy, she felt repulsed. She had tipped off Head Mistress Pitch and eventually left David.

Head Mistress Pitch was very grateful for Lucy’s help as she understood that she went against the man she loved. Lucy was pregnant with a second child and was having great trouble taking care of her toddler son. Mrs. Grimm Pitch sympathized with her, knowing she would have been supported if she hadn’t decided to help. She was too proud to accept financial aid in any form, including sitters and nannies. Mrs. Grimm Pitch had finally proposed to help herself. She said that she worries that her young son needs to be with more children his age around whom he doesn’t need to every hide his magic. She said it would be beneficial for both boys, who are the same age. Lucy could not deny that. The family couldn’t keep their old home and so the Salisburys moved to an apartment in Hampshire. Young Simon Snow Salisbury and Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch were introduced at the age of 4. They have become the best of friends. When they went to Watford together, they were crazy trilled when the Crucible had made them roommates.

Baz had treasured his friendship with Simon with all his heart. But by the age of 13, he could not deny that it was not what he wanted. He wanted more. In his 4th year, he started avoiding him more and more. Being able not to talk to him for days. Had Simon been alone, he might have ‘accepted’ that he doesn’t want him anymore and is bored of him. But he wasn’t alone. He called his mom and told her everything. She told him to fight for him as hard as he can’t. Don’t give him any space. Follow him if he tries to get away. Lucy knew what was happening as Mrs. Grimm Pitch had known about her son’s sexuality. The two women discuss such things over tea.

Simon didn’t have any problem wearing Baz out. When he realized he would never push him away when he would get too close, he wouldn’t give him any space. He’d follow him. He made sure to sit with him in every lesson, to the point of yelling at the person who sits next to Baz to get up. (often with the help of their mutual best friend, Penny Bunce) And what drove Baz most insane were all the surprise hugs from behind that would be with belly rubs. He would melt in his hands, unable to escape from the lack of any willpower.

By 5th year, Agatha Wellbelove asked Simon out and he politely rejected her. It was when she asked himself: Why do I not want to be with her? Who would make me happy by just holding my hand?

He got the answer the same evening when he trapped Baz in another hug.

Lucy and her brother organized a camping trip during Spring Break, making sure Baz would be there. On a very late evening, after eating so much smores, the boys sat together and their lips drew together by the fire. They went awkwardly to their tent where Simon thought: ‘Fuck it.’ and pins down Baz, kissing him.


Dystopian Time-line of Carry On

The turning point: The Mage was able to convince to take Simon away from Waford in the beginning of his 8th year.

How things follow:

Baz had thought of Simon all throughout the time when he was held captive by the numpties. When he returned and Simon was no where to be found, he was heart broken. He completed the year bitterly, each day hoping to see Simon. For just one moment. His misery grew into rage.

Simon at the time was actively brainwashed into thinking that the Mage and the Mage’s Men were the ones in the right without any exceptions. He was set against the Old Families more than ever. With the Humdrum still at large, everyone grew more suspicious of the other and very soon a real war had broken out. Baz and Simon see each other again at the age of 22. They have been forced into many battles with one another. Both grew very miserable from having to fight one another. Parallel to the war they had to actively fight in, they became depressed and suicidal. In some way they were expecting the other to kill the other. It was their preferred choice of suicide.

At the age of 23, they were caught in a final battle. They found themselves in a skyscraper that was set on fire as Baz had provoke Simon enough to have gone off. They were fighting alone for the first time in what felt like forever. Neither wanted to live through it. Baz had expressed angrily of how he spent 6 weeks in a coffin. Simon told him of he grew starved of attention and affection to the point he would do anything just to get the occasional pat on the back from the Mage.

So much truth escaped them. Loneliness, misery, clinical depression, suicidal thoughts, missing each other, and finally love. The fire around them grew tighter in. Out of vicious thirst, frustration, and want, Baz bit Simon’s neck, feeding off him. He tasted better than anything he could have imagined. He stopped himself after having a small amount, then spits in Simon’s face, only to lick it off and the two make out like nothing else matters. It was so stronger than Simon would not let go of him, despite the fact that he could feel the venom turning him.

‘I’m going to die kissing Simon Snow.’

‘Simon Snow is going to die kissing me.’

‘Simon Snow is going to die kissing me.’

‘Today.’

The two vampires catch fire and burn together, dying together while kissing. They became the stars…

for @ouchmyfeels! happy valentine, i hope you don’t mind a lil bit of hs au and idiots in love and first smooches

It’s a gorgeous morning when Derek’s older sister kicks him out of his own bed and makes him faceplant on the floor so hard he almost dislocates his nose.

“Laura!” he growls, embracing his new home on the hardwood floor and considering just giving up on life as a whole and just staying here forever. At least he can’t be thrown off the floor, since he’s already on it.

“Wake up, lazy butt,” Laura shouts right in his ear, making him take a swipe at her, his claws barely missing her cheek.

“Go away. It’s spring break, let me sleep.”

“Most kids your age go on road trips and break the law on spring break.”

“Most kids my age can get drunk and I don’t particularly feel like babysitting a bunch of drunk idiots.” He flops onto his back and blinks up at her.

“Funny you should mention babysitting. I have a surprise for you.”

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supersexyghotmew95  asked:

and and lemon quartz I wanna know want she's like personally I feel like she would have pity on earth and fought the other diamonds renouncing her yellow diamond name becoming lemon quartz pink diamond was not pleased she begs lemon to rethink her idea and pink diamond pearl is ready to attack the traitor then jasper comes and the war begins am I right s sorry again for spamming

So, Lemon Quartz: leader of the Crystal Gems, Banana Mom.

We don’t know a thing about Yellow Diamond yet, so I went and interpreted Lemon Quartz to be a lot of things that I personally love to see in characters. First, she’s terrible. She’s great at being terrible, a natural at being terrible. She’s also terrible at being great. It’s not that she’s an inherently bad person, it’s always more complicated than that, it’s just that her natural inclinations and talents are… well, abrasive to say the least. She’s ruthless, domineering, seems callous, and even a know-it-all. She’s also devoted, a natural leader, efficient, and passionate, but her skillset as an authoritarian figurehead and her off-putting personality make it a challenge for her better side to shine on through. But it does. Make no mistake, Lemon Quartz loves Earth, loves the people there, and she will do everything in her power to keep them safe.

As a leader she is an inspiration, even in her failures, and there are many. In the thousands of years that the gems spent on Earth, idleness in the face of injustice ate away at Lemon. The thought of standing aside when innocent people were being hurt was appalling to her, and her instinct was always to rush to the aid of those she perceived as being wronged. Unfortunately, early direct intervention of the gems ended up causing more destruction and suffering than the humans could alone, and Lemon was forced to take up an isolationist policy. Even still, she could not fight the need to fight for those who couldn’t, and would often make forays into the human world to help in some small way where she could- a stranded sailor saved by a miracle animal, a private dick who showed up right when you needed help and then vanishing without taking payment, even down to rescuing cats from trees. But then it was back to the temple, back to gem matters.

She didn’t see beauty. She saw worth, some intangible thing she thought was good. She was the gem who would take in a soldier, a prisoner, and a traitor, and believe in their ability to save the world and become better. And in the process, she herself was starting to become someone better.

And then she was gone before it ever happened. One of the gems has never really been able to get over that. And while she doesn’t blame Steven, it’s hard for her to look at him and not be reminded of everything Lemon could have been.

“Thank you for coming everybody, I’m Mr. Universe. If you like what you just heard, check out our merch table,” Greg was sweating mostly from the performance, but he had to admit to himself that a few drops of perspiration were probably coming from his audience. All one of them, far in the back, where he could barely tell if they were clapping or not. They had been sitting as still and proper as the Queen of England, and Greg thought their arms were crossed for the whole show. “If you like what you heard check out our merch table, we got CDs, T-shirts, and a whole bunch of other stuff, my manager Marty will-”

The merch table was empty. Big surprise there.

“Uh, nevermind, I guess I’ll be going there now.”

Greg hopped down to the beach where he smoothly bounced into the merch chair and reclined as if he’d been this way all evening. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his entire audience approach the table. He pretended not to notice as she picked up a CD and examined it.

“That’s not how solar wind works,” she said.

“Huh?” Greg blurted.

“It’s not an actual wind. It’s more like plasma. Real solar wind reaches temperatures of approximately one million degrees Celsius.” She was looking down at Greg- jeepers was she tall! It was hard to tell if she was glaring or if this was just how her face looked from this angle. “It would not blow through your hair so much as immolate it.”

“Well, yeah!” answered Greg, smiling. He let all four of the chair’s legs fall to the ground. “I know that! I don’t know if you noticed, but there were a lot of impossible things in that song.”

“Yes actually I did notice sever-” she began, stopping herself. “I mean, please continue.”

“I don’t mean actually jumping out into space and sticking my head in a solar flare!” he grinned. “I mean, I want to have kids some day! That’s just crazy. It’s more… like, the look and feel of the idea. I mean, if you could ride a comet without getting hurt, wouldn’t you want to?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Greg averted his eyes and drummed his fingers on the table. The stranger bit her lip and looked off to the side.

“But your song made it sound… good.” she offered, struggling with her final word.

“Well thanks!” said Greg, “I’m glad you like it! It’s on that CD your holding, you can have it if you want.”

The disk in her hand again caught her attention and she squinted at the starry picture on the cover. “Space Train to the Cosmos?”

“It even comes with a free T-shirt!” Greg offered, holding up a black tee with Mr. Universe emblazoned on the chest. In front of her it looked like toddler clothing. “But you probably want a larger one. I think I’ve got a tall T-shirt in my van! Don’t move, I’ll be right back!”

Greg jumped out of his seat and ran back to his van, flinging open the double hatch. Out burst a pair of leather jackets hastily worn by two pale bodies.

“Starchild!” greeted Marty.

She’s all business, up front, cares hard, always willing to listen, terrible at listening, kind to someone with nowhere left to turn and abrasive otherwise, cunning and capable.

Tidal: Benjamin x Reader

@caiusvolturitrash asked: “Can you make a imagine about bellas younger sister whos falling in love with Benjamin but there is his mate Tia?” 

and

@firebirdsalvatore said to write a one-shot where: “maybe where benjamin gets jealous/ protective over the human reader.” 

So I decided to put this together, hope it’s okay!

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