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

(You’re Like) The Son I Never Had

So this idea has been floating around my head for a couple of days, so I’ve just sat down and written…. I apologise for the angsty-ness lower down but I promise a happy ending!! Also, @itsallavengers, consider this revenge/thanks for all the wonderful Tony and Peter you’ve graced us with. This is not the trans!Peter you were promised, but that is on it’s way. 

This can be found on Ao3 here


The first time Tony holds his son, it is with no small amount of panic. Happy had found the child left in the lobby of the tower, a birth certificate, apology and a DNA test left tucked into the basket with him. He has a small amount of fluffy brown hair, and he’s still sleeping soundly even as Pepper makes him pick the child up. The weight of this small baby in his arms makes him want to scream – this was never the plan, Tony can’t be trusted with himself, why would he be trusted with a child – but the child snuffles and curls into him, and the metaphorical ice fortress around his heart melts a little. The child blinks awake with dark dark eyes, and doesn’t cry.

Maybe Tony can do this.

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Christmas wish list FF-Jughead, Betty & baby's first christmas together.

She’s not panicking, no not at all. Betty Jones is the very picture of calm.

Well… as calm as any eight month pregnant female can be while her 2 year old son naps peacefully in the LAZ-E boy beside her and her husbands flight is delayed in Washington on Christmas Eve.

Okay so maybe she’s panicking…..But just a Little.

Christmas has always been special to the beautiful blonde, family dinners and beautifully wrapped presents, matching pjs on Christmas Eve, baking cookies for Santa and staying up all night with her boyfriend turned husband waiting to kiss her under the mistletoe she hangs right above the kitchen door frame.

Two years ago, three days until Christmas, Betty and Jughead had welcomed their very first son, Parker Jones, into the world, his sparkling green eyes and jet black hair had all of the nurses in the delivery room practically fighting to hold the perfectly healthy baby boy. He was an angel incarnate, bright and behaved, loving and warm, the very perfect combination of his mother and father. Jughead of course had fallen in love the second Betty had handed him the positive pregnancy test with shaking hands, spinning her around and begging her to go crib shopping that minute. His affection and adoration for their beautiful son hadn’t wavered one bit, while Betty was his sunshineParker was his moon and stars.

Parker hadn’t been old enough last christmas to understand the concept but Betty had loved dressing him up in tiny sweaters and holiday suspenders while Jughead had gone crazy in the toys R us baby approved aisle. This year the curly haired little one couldn’t stop the words “santa” and “crissmas” spilling from his perfect lips, he waddled around the Christmas tree tugging on the ornaments and making Jughead lift him up to put the star on every night. Jughead told make believe stories of santa Clause and his reindeer to the awestruck two year old, his big eyes staring up at his father with complete adoration.

The toddler was coming down from a cookie dough high, betty had never been able to resist those little pudgy fingers when they reached out for him. He was cuddled into the arm chair with their golden receiver, Nugget.

“Good thing he’s knocked out now, I can carry him up to his room if you’d like darlin’”

Betty turned slowly to the new voice, a lazy smile on her lips as she pressed her hand against her bump.

“I think I’ll just stare at him for a little while longer Fp.” The pregnant mother patted the open space on her side of the couch and her father in law happily took the place.

“He is something to look at isn’t he? Beautiful boy, must get it from his mama.” The older man placed a hand on her shoulder,squeezing gently.

Betty giggled
“Oh please, those lips and that crazy mess of curls? That’s all Jones. Maybe this little one will finally have some cooper in her.” Betty smiled warmly, concern still evident in her eyes, something Fp was always quick to pick up on.

“He’ll be fine sweetheart, it’s just with the snow these flights get delayed all the time. He’ll be home before you know it.”

Betty sighed
“I know, I know. I just worry. It’s what I do. And Parker.. you know how curious he is, he keeps asking….”

“He’ll be home for Christmas. If not I’ll kick his butt.” His tone left no room for argument.

This wasn’t new, Fp spending Christmas with the couple, he had been doing this for the last few years, sleeping over, making breakfast with them , opening gifts. When Parker was born he had only begun sleeping over more frequently, more often then not Betty would find Fp rocking her crying son to sleep in his nursery, the man stuffed in the tiny rocking chair.

Parker stirred from his space across from them both adults clutching the arms of the couch. Coming down from a sugar high was almost as bad as waking up from one in the Jones household. The two year old simply adjusted his arms around Nugget and continued sleeping, a low chuckle falling from FPS lips.

“That child could sleep through an earth quake let alone Santa Clause.” With a wiggle of his eyebrows Fp nudged his head in Parker’s direction, Betty nodded and mouthed a Thankyou when Fp picked him up and began carrying him up the stairs.

Betty’s fingers traced the photo frame on the wall, her smiling husband holding their newborn son while Betty just looked down right exhausted but still so incredibly happy. He had gone off on a press tour for a week in Washington to promote his new book “falling for the girl next door” (yes it was entirely about her, Thankyou very much for the rave reviews New York Times)

“Oh Juggie” She whispered “please just make it home for Christmas”

“You think I would miss seeing your face when you open the amazing gift I bought you?”

Betty whipped around, only hesitating for a second before running into her husbands arms, his beanie covered in snow and his jacket damp. He squeezed her tight, whispering low in her ear
“I’m so sorry I’m so late, I pretty much threw an Alice Cooper sized fit when they told me there was a delay.”

Betty giggled pulling back and pressing a slow kiss to his lips
“I’ll make sure to tell her you’ve been taking notes tomorrow night at dinner.” She grinned when he pressed his open palm to her inflated tummy.

“How’s my little girl been today? I know she’s been dancing up a storm this week. You missed your daddy didn’t you?”

Betty giggled when her daughter pressed a foot into her tummy, responding to her dads voice. Jughead beamed,
“See I told you. How’s park? Behaving as always?”

Betty nodded, taking his hand and leading him to the couch, her swollen ankles throbbing.
“Grandpa took him to bed. He’s very excited for santa, I have to go get the gifts out of the spare room.” She moaned in pleasure when Jugheads hands began massaging the soles of her bare feet.


“I’ve got it baby. Relax, I expect you to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for our midnight kiss. Both of my ladies need a nap. I’ve gotta go talk to my dad about jellybean and picking her up at the airport tonight.” With a kiss to her forehead Jughead was practically bounding up the stairs, eager to see his dad.

Betty finally closed her eyes, her daughter sleeping in her tummy and a fire roaring in front of her.

It was most definitely a Merry Christmas.

Tim Drake as a Dad

Requests: 

Can you write a Tim Drake as a Dad???

/screams I’d love to see Tim as a dad ;v;

and a couple more. I’m so happy you guys are enjoying this series!

A/N: Part 2 of the Dad Batboys headcanon series. Let me know who you want next: Jason or Damien? Special thanks to @notgo for telling me a little bit about Tim. Hope it’s at they very least a bit true to his character and I hope you guys enjoy this, I’m a bit nervous about this one!


  • How does he realize he wants a kid?

♡ He never in a million years imagined himself being the one to initiate “the baby talk”, between you two. He was too busy working on missions with Bruce and other important side jobs to even be considering the thought of having a kid. Tim never actually wanted to have a baby with someone until he met you. 

♡ He knew he wanted one with you some day, but it would be selfish of him to ask right now. Tim barely has enough time alone with you, how would he even be able to handle a baby? He can shamefully admit he isn’t the greatest at time management understatement of the year when it comes to working, being Red Robin, and coming home to you. It wouldn’t be fair if you were all alone with a baby while he was off fighting crime. 

♡ So, he kept his want of having a kid to himself. Every time fantasies of the two of you holding a little pink or blue bundle popped into his head, he pushed the thought away. He managed to keep these images at bay for a bit of time, until one day that changed.

♡ It was one of the rare occasions that Tim let himself have a full day off, and you two decided to go out and enjoy the beautiful autumn day by walking to the nearest park. You loved these little moments that you got to share with Tim. It wasn’t an extravagant charity ball, or some high socialite soiree that you hated–for the most part– being at anyways. It was just you and him strolling down a sidewalk, one of your hands intertwined with his, the other hand holding a coffee from the corner café you two stopped at earlier.

♡ You hadn’t gotten very far along on your walk before it became interrupted.

♡ You had just finished laughing at a cheesy joke Tim had made when you felt something hit your leg at full impact, your first reaction was to jolt back from whatever force had hit you. You stopped as soon as you looked down and saw what, more specifically, who, hit you.

♡ A little girl no more than 6 years old was clinging onto the side of your leg, her little arms wrapped tightly around you. She had wet cheeks from tears that were falling down her face and was wailing loudly, causing you and Tim to share a worried look.

♡ You gently pried the girl from your leg and bent down to her level to get a better look at her. You waited for her to quiet down a bit before asking, “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

♡ The little girl looked up at you shyly before replying in a quiet whisper, telling you she had somehow lost her parents in the park and has been looking for them for quite some time now. Her little tear-rimmed eyes held such fear and worry, you couldn’t help yourself when you gathered up the sleeve of your cardigan, slowly reaching out to her face to wipe away her tears and the baby hairs the stuck to her cheeks.

♡ “It’s going to be alright, I promise. We’ll help you find your parents honey.”

♡ You stood back up, and gestured to your husband. “Before we go off though, we should probably introduce ourselves. This is Tim, and I’m [Y/N].” You tell the girl in an extra friendly voice, hoping it would ease her worries a bit more knowing your names.

♡ “I’m Eleanor, and you’re very nice.” She says while sniffling a bit.

♡ You let out a little amused laugh at her rather out of the blue compliment, and tell her, “Why thank you!” You reach your hand out towards hers cautiously, not wanting to scare her off, but you wanted the little girl to trust you. She latches onto your hand without even giving it a second thought. That’s one of the greatest, yet scariest things about children; they trust people so easily. You were just glad that she ran into you and Tim, and not some Gotham scum.

♡ As the three of you began walking, you gave her small hand a gentle squeeze, turning your head to look down at her. She notices your gaze on her and gives you an adorable little smile. “Can I let you in on a secret, sweetie?” You ask, and she nods excitedly as you whisper, “I’ve always loved the name Eleanor, so much so that if I ever have a little girl, I’m going to name her that.”

♡ Eleanor lets out an adorable little giggle at this, her eyes beginning to look less red from crying and more happy as the time passed. You were glad that you were able to take her mind off of her missing parents.

♡ Meanwhile, Tim was watching this whole ordeal, and he was completely amazed by you. Looking at you being so caring towards Eleanor made him realize even more how wonderful of a mom you could be. If he wanted a kid before, boy was he going absolutely crazy now just by seeing how good you were with kids. It definitely shocked him that he could go from not wanting anything to do with having children of his own before he met you, to not being able to wait any longer to have a little toddler stumbling around.

♡ You confessing that you wanted to have a little girl named Eleanor didn’t help at all either. In fact, that was the last straw for him. He was tired of suppressing these feelings down, and was going to tell you how he felt as soon as the time was right. Tim knew that if he truly wanted a kid, he would have to be better about coming home on time and being with you, and hopefully, your baby. If this was going to work, he would have to spend less time staring at a computer screen, and more time with you.

♡ You lightly nudging Tim’s arm is what caused him to snap out of his swirl of thoughts. He blinked a couple of times before looking down at you and was met with your concerned-filled eyes. How long had he been just standing there like a fool? The sound of a child laughing makes him look in the other direction. It was Eleanor and her dad, with Eleanor giving one last wave to you two before turning around and trailing behind her father.

♡ “Tim, are you okay?” You asked, lacing your fingers through his like you had earlier on in the beginning of the walk. This time it felt different though. In fact, everything felt different to Tim in a bizarre way. It was like he had a completely new perspective on life in such a short amount of time. The way your eyes were searching his, looking for answers. The way you were squeezing his hand for reassurance. He knew you knew he had to tell you something important, you could just read him like that. 

♡ He let out a shaky sigh, an instant sign to you that he was nervous. Patiently, you wait for him to start speaking.

♡ “[Y/N], I’ve been wanting to tell you this for such a long time, but it’s just that… I don’t know if.. maybe we could…” He stumbles through his words, trying to find the best way to tell you, but he just ends up making himself look like a stuttering, blushing fool. He continues anyways before he can back down. 

♡ “You know what, [Y/N/N]?” He says quietly while scratching the back of his head, another nervous habit you picked up on. “I really like the name Eleanor.”

♡ This was Tim’s subtle way of hinting to you about wanting a baby, and you immediately picked up on it, a smile stretching across your face as you let out an airy laugh. “Yes of course!” You exclaim excitedly, and even though he didn’t necessarily ask you a yes or no question, you felt like you needed to give him some form of vocal reassurance. You couldn’t believe your ears. Tim Drake wanted a baby. With you. It was all so overwhelming that you couldn’t help it as you felt a familiar pricking in the corners of your eyes. Tim wrapped his arms around you tightly while you felt tears begin to escape the rims of your eyes, silently slipping down your cheeks. You had never been happier in your whole life.

♡ “I can’t wait to start a family with you.” Tim whispered so quietly in your ear, you thought for a second you had misheard him. When you understood that he did indeed say this, it made you start crying even harder.

♡ When you two finally pulled away from each other, Tim cupped your face, using each of his thumbs to wipe away the tears, a soothing motion that made your crying cease altogether. The touch of his thumbs were soon replaced by his lips as his hands found their way onto the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him more. The taste of coffee on his lips made you slightly smile because it was just so… Tim. 


  • How does he initially react when he finds out?

♡ Well, since this was planned it obviously wouldn’t be a surprise, but that didn’t make it any less of a special moment.

♡ He actually found out on his own. 

♡ You tested positive on a pregnancy test late one night, and Tim was off working with Bruce and Dick on something, so you decided you would tell him the exciting news the next day and go to bed. Somehow already, the baby was draining your energy. 

♡ Little did you know, Tim had gotten home and just as he was about to get ready for a shower, he saw the pregnancy test in the bottom of the trashcan, zipped inside a plastic bag. As soon as his eyes laid on it, his heart immediately stopped. He had to stoop down to further inspect it to make sure he was reading it right, and it wasn’t just his imagination. When it finally sunk in that it read positive, he scrambled back on his feet, and with a huge smile beaming across his face, he bounded out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. 

♡ You were sound asleep when Tim came in, so when you were awoken by the sound of what sounded like a T-Rex stomping into your bedroom, you would be lying if you said it didn’t give you a heart attack. 

♡ Actually, you were so scared that it might have been a thief coming to take your things, or even hurt you, and since you couldn’t see in the pitch black, you gave out a scream and punched Tim in the stomach as soon as he hugged you. 

♡ Tim instantly backed off and groaned in pain, and hearing that made you realize it was your beloved husband and not some burglar.

♡ “Tim?! Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You said, reaching over his figure to flip the switch to the bedside lamp. You looked at him, eyes full of concern and guilt that you hit him.

♡ “Where…” He trailed off for a moment, out of breath from you knocking the wind out of him, “…did you learn to punch like that?”

♡ You let out bark of laughter, no longer feeling quite as bad, since he was obviously fine if he was cracking a joke. You put your index finger to you lips, making your eyes look distant, trying to look like you were lost in thought. “Hmm… I think it was some dude called…” You paused, pretending to forget his superhero name. After a couple of moments, you snapped your fingers as if you suddenly remembered. “Red Robin! That was his name!”

♡ Tim gave you a playful glare, slightly shaking his head at your teasing, but you weren’t done yet. “He was super hot too, had these beautiful ocean blue eyes, with some really nice lips.” Your focus drifts down, breaking eye contact, and you glance at his mouth, swiping one of your thumbs across the bottom of his lip. “Hm. They kind of look like yours.”

♡ Making Tim blush was one of your most favorite activities, and it was an easy game to play. You gave him a smug look as you watched his cheeks blossom rouge, the red color soon spreading to the rest of his face, along with the tips of his ears. He knew what you were playing at, and would usually find a way to get back at you, but he could see the heavy bags under your eyes, and decided to just ignore your little comments and explain why he came stomping into the bedroom in the first place.

♡ He took the ziplock bag containing the test in it out of its hiding place behind his back, and when you saw it, your eyes widened. He wasn’t really sure what to say in the moment except, “Um… is this yours?”

♡ As soon as it came out, he mentally face palmed himself. He couldn’t have found anything better to say? He became scared he just ruined the moment, but was relieved to see that you began laughing.

♡ “Of course it is, silly!”


  • What does he do while you’re pregnant?

♡ He has totally stepped up his A game when it comes to being home on time, and when he absolutely has to stay out later than he intended, he always lets you know ahead of time. 

♡ On some of these nights you find yourself rather lonely, so you’ll pack up some of your things– such as blankets and snacks, and drive out to Wayne manor to keep him company while he works on his cases at his computer. He isn’t fond of you doing this, he doesn’t think its safe to be walking to your car at such late hours in Gotham, but he doesn’t stop you. He respects your decisions and trusts you’ll make smart choices. That’s one thing that made you fall in love with Tim. He lets you have the freedom of making your own decisions using your judgement. Sure, he sometimes nudges you into what he thinks is best, but he never forces you to do anything. He’s aware you’re capable and smart enough to handle yourself. Plus, he just worries about you a lot, and he knows he can’t protect you from every single thing, as much as he wants to.

♡ On the nights that you join him in the batcave while he works, as hard as you try not to, you always seem to fall asleep on his shoulder, the blanket you brought surrounding both you and Tim. It acts as a guard from the draftiness of the cave, warming the two of you up.

♡ After Tim finishes his work, he quietly stands up from his chair and slides his hands underneath you, scooping you up in his arms. He carries you back into the hallways of the manor, carefully watching where he walks in the dimly lit rooms so he doesn’t trip. You usually tend to wake up before he’s made it to the car, grumbling in a sleepy voice that you had two legs and could walk yourself. One time, you even ordered him to put you down.

♡ “[Y/N], I really don’t think that’s a good id–”

♡ “Jesus Tim, just put me down!” You whispered-yelled at him in a grouchy tone.

♡ “Okay then…” He easily gave up the fight, knowing it was wise not to argue with a pregnant woman.

♡ After reluctantly placing you on your feet, still half-asleep, you stumbled a couple of steps towards the direction of the front door, and then lost your balance and completely face-planted.

♡ Lets just say that you never complained again when he carried you out. 

♡ When Tim didn’t carry you out, it meant that he had fallen asleep himself. 

♡ Alfred has found you two numerous times in the early hours of the morning, Tim slumped forward, with his head face-down on the keyboard snoring a bit, and you nestled in the crook of his neck. That was his queue to turn around and go prepare two cups of coffee.

♡ Speaking of Alfred, he was the most excited out of the whole family to hear the news about a baby on the way. He’s probably going to plan the baby shower.

♡ When Tim makes it home on time from working, it isn’t unusual for him to bring in an armful of the things you’ve been craving. You didn’t even ask him for it. He was just that observant that he noticed what you’ve been eating recently. Which made you burst into tears of happiness. Actual tears. Damn pregnancy hormones.

♡ On these nights, you would get all the snacks he brought home ready in the living room, and put in a movie for you two to watch. Once again, you wouldn’t be able to make it through the whole movie without falling asleep. You were okay with that though, because you always drifted off to the feeling of Tim soothingly rubbing your baby bump while cuddling, which you secretly loved when he did that.

♡ You went behind Tim’s back and found out the gender of the baby before he did. Since you couldn’t surprise him telling him you were pregnant, this was the next best thing.

♡ The morning you found out the gender, you asked him if he could meet you at a café both of you loved. Once you found a place to drink your coffee in the corner of the place, he was already suspicious when you forced him to sit while you ordered the drinks.

♡ You returned with two cappuccinos, one of them with the standard crème colored foam and the other with a rather usual coffee color. Pink. You slid that one across the table to Tim, a small little smile forming on your lips as you watched and waited to see if he would be able to connect the dots.

♡ “Woah, [Y/N/N], I think they might be trying to switch up their style here. My cappuccino is pin–” He cut himself off at the last word as he looked across at your drink to see that it wasn’t the same color as his. Then, his confused eyes looked up at you, and you could tell that your amused facial expression was the last hint he needed in order to piece everything together. 

♡ He almost knocked the little coffee shop table over as he abruptly stood up and came over to your side to plant a kiss on your lips, which caused you to giggle a bit against his lips. After the short, but sweet kiss you looked up at him, his eyes sparkling a kind of excitement you had never seen in them before. “Eleanor it is then.”


  • What would he do once the baby was born?

♡ Once you two brought the baby home, Tim was honestly a nervous wreck. He was afraid he would do anything and everything wrong, from the way he swaddled the baby, to the way he held her. You had to constantly reassure him he was going to be okay, and that this was a learning experience for both of you together.

♡ “But…. how are you so good at this already? You don’t even seem nervous or afraid. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to be a good dad.” He asked one night while Eleanor was crying nonstop, and neither of you could figure out how to quiet her.

♡ That was when you grabbed his hand and placed it over your chest; right over your heart. Your heart was racing and he felt it. “Tim, I might not show it as much as you, but I’m nervous as hell too.” You said, squeezing his hand that was held against your chest. “We’re going to learn from this though, and sometimes we may have more downs than ups, but that’s the awesome thing about life. You can learn from your mistakes.”

♡ And you were right. Both of you became more and more confident with your new responsibilities as parents.

♡ A couple of weeks after having Eleanor, you suggested to Tim that the three of you should take a walk in the park. So, you all set off, holding Tim’s hand, walking through the winding sidewalks of the park while pushing the stroller with your other hand.

♡ Towards the end of your walk, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name from behind you. 

♡ It was the little girl you and Tim had helped so long ago. Possibly one of the main reasons why you were even pushing a stroller in the first place.

♡ The girl once again looked up at you shyly, the same look she gave you almost a year ago. “Do you remember my name?” She timidly asks, glancing over at the stroller next to you with excited eyes. This was her way of confirming if you had stayed true to your secret you had told her so long ago.

♡ You give her a warm smile in return. “Of course I do.”

Eleanor. Her name was Eleanor.

Park Jaebum • Roasts and Feelings - Take this to Heart

can you make a scenario where jay park is your boyfriend and you came to the show me the money set as a guest and you featuring in others team when they perform. jay park being jealous because you don’t support his team. thank you.

AHHH yes finally my much awaited fluff! Roasts and feelings are too cute. Since your requests are open… More Jay fluff!!! I don’t have any ideas cause any fluff is good fluff. Or you can continue the story with plane fluff, Paris fluff… LOL. I am soft. Thank u!!!!

We all would be lying if we say we don’t want a 4rth part of the jay scenario.

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That’s Preposterous (Derek)

I am so sorry this took so long, and although i have plenty of excuses, i shouldn’t have to use them cause guess what it’s here and it’s turned into 4 things cause I didn’t think you’d appreciate a super long fic

That’s Crazy //  That’s Absur


It’d been six months since Derek put two and two together and made a baby, or well, recognised your baby as his.

It had also been six months since Derek had screamed, roared, hissed, snarled, raged, stormed and shouted at you- which had been quite the experience since he’d done it all from 3 feet away, which likely had to do with the fact that he thought you were disgusting, something he’d mentioned several times in the rant.

It had been six months since Derek had spoken a word to you beyond “Can I have my daughter” and “I’m here to drop off my girl”, as well. You hadn’t missed the way he only referred to her as his, as if she’d magically appeared and hadn’t been shoved out of your body in a seven-hour labour.

“How’s my little girl?” Lydia coos, rubbing the chubby cheek of the raven haired cherub and you swallow hard as she wails furiously. Lydia isn’t perturbed anymore, and continues to coo at her until the little angel gives in and stops crying. “I love her. She’s just like you.”

“Like Derek.” You counter, as you always do when someone compares the two of you. The guilt, which had been eating you alive for the first three months since the revelation, had dulled into a sullen comment every time someone compared you and your perfect baby.

“No, like you.” Lydia coos, letting the infant squeeze her finger. “She’s so picky, she’s obsessed with family and that’s like you.”

“You suck.” You chuckle wetly, sniffling and internally cursing yourself.

“What did you say?” Derek snaps, his voice suddenly behind you and you sniffle once more, quickly wipe away the stray tears and rise to face him.

“Hi Derek, the little munchkins all packed up.”

“What did you say to her?” Derek snaps, ignoring you entirely to keep his gaze and fury on Lydia who scowls at him.

“The first kind word she’s heard in ages, no thanks to you.” Lydia snaps back, white hot fury in her eyes and Derek scowls, but goes silent.

“I- Is everything gonna be okay on your end? I can keep her for another few hours.” You stutter uselessly, having knelt beside the stroller the moment Lydia had turned on him. No point in letting the sweetest little girl in the world notice the tiffle. And you’re not interested in handing your girl over when he’s angry.

“I’m fine.” Derek growls, crossing round the bench and dropping to a crouch on the other side of the stroller. “Hello, my little princess.”

You have to look away, and perhaps block your ears. His face is too soft, his voice too soft, it’s all too much- you’d run for a reason and every time he got near that little girl, the reasons seemed to blow away like leaves, only to stack back up once he had her and you were left alone again.

“I’ll see her tomorrow night at the pack dinner, right?” You ask, sounding like a desperate addict- which is what you are, and he nods curtly. Without another word, he rises and rounds the stroller. As he takes the bag from Lydia, you press kisses everywhere you can reach on the baby, revelling in the laugh it draws from her lips.

“Bye bye.” You coo gently, stepping back and letting Derek wheel her away.


Scott stares at your slumped form on the couch and sighs, before plopping down beside you and offering you some popcorn.

“I was gonna watch a movie, you interested?”

“Okay.” You answer softly, if only so you don’t have to go up to your room with the crib and the baby toys in it. It’s just a few nights, and you’ll see her tomorrow night. It’s nothing.

“She’s with Derek, huh?” Scott says after a few moments and you shrug, staying quiet. You’re not hiding her under the couch. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” You agree and you glance at him, frowning as you note the real disappointment in his face. He likes her, he likes the baby that cries and screams every time he holds her and wakes him up in the middle of the night. Nature is amazing. “I love you, Scotty.”

“Love you too.”


Bouncing from foot to foot, you stand by the doorway like an excited pup as Scott clatters through the house.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says, grinning and you fling the door open, bounding down the stairs with Scott hot on your heels.

Your excitement is unstoppable, in just a few short minutes you’ll see your little tiny baby and you can hold her and hear her wail when Scott kisses her soft head.

As Scott pulls out of the driveway, Stiles’ blue jeep comes flying up the road, jerking roughly to miss hitting your car.

“Dammit, Stiles!” You shout, clutching your heart and glowering. In moments, the lanky idiot has transferred himself from the jeep to your car and you wiggle unhappily at the delay.

“Relax.”

“Shut up.”


“We’re here!” Stiles announces from the doorway, an angry baby shout eclipsing the greeting and Derek scowls at Stiles from the kitchen.

“She’d just gone quiet, dick.” He snaps, setting a pot on the center of the table and you can see he’s about to move to quiet her but you wave him off. Nearly skipping, you scoop the tiny bundle from the crib and hold her close for a moment, just inhaling and feeling the weight of her.

“Hello.” You coo softly to the quiet baby, “Hello, hello, hello.”

At her gurgle, you hold back a laugh of delight.

“She’s never going to like other people if you coddle her.” Derek mutters sourly and you go rigid. Is- That’s not fair.

“She’s barely a toddler, man.” Scott says quietly, not wanting to interject but he knows you won’t stick up for yourself. All of them know it because all of them know how guilty you are, or at least, all of them excluding Derek.

“And she doesn’t need to like us.” Stiles pipes up like an idiot. His grin is goofy as he comes up beside you and tickles her soft cheek. At her silence, you hide your triumphant smile behind her little body. “And look at that, it’s just you who can’t keep her quiet.”

Derek goes still and you groan softly.

“He didn’t mean it like that.” You put in, but he clearly doesn’t hear you by his lack of reaction.

“She’s my daughter.” He hisses and Stiles shrugs, utterly oblivious with his back to Derek as he continues to tickle to gurgling baby.

“I’m just saying, she has a favourite.” Stiles continues and you smack him hard. “What?”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t agree.” Derek snaps, turning his anger on you and you steel yourself to weather another storm of rage.

“Can I hold her?” Scott asks quietly, giving you a pointed look and you pause a moment before handing her over to him. At her soft complaint, you smile, but not before Scott shoots you another pointed look and your shoulders sag. Apparently, weathering isn’t allowed anymore.

“Alright, Derek.” You say, turning on him as Scott and Stiles scuttle into the other room. “What’d ya say we have a right throwdown.”

“I’m not picking a fight.” He huffs, picking a fight.

“That’s an outright lie and even if it were true, I’m gonna pick a fight.” You shrug, sniffing the pot he’d put on the table and instantly regretting what you’re about to do. So good. “I do agree with Stiles, you’re being a f*cking jerk to me and it’s obvious. She’s a baby, sure, but you didn’t miss anything! She wasn’t quite two months old and you’re acting like I kept her from you for five years.”

“I am not.”

“Shut up!” You shout, turning the heat up. “It’s not your turn to shout at me, you had your chance and you made it all abundantly clear. I’m sick to death of you ignoring me, pretending like there is no history between us, acting like that isn’t my daughter in the other room.”

“I never said she wasn’t yours, you maniac-”

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You can’t say you want to build a family home and expect me to try and put a ring on it! We were f*cking, not dating, idiot. Not to mention the fact that you told me nearly every day that you never wanted “creep girls leaving stuff at your place” and that you’re sick of people expecting more. What kind of logic is that?”

“I was obvious-”

“In the fact that I wasn’t special because you were still sleeping with other girls all the time? That we used to go to clubs and find people for each other to hook up with?” You snap, cutting him off and he swallows hard.

“Get out.”

“Not without my daughter.”

“No.”

“We have no custody rules, by all rights, she’s mine. It’s only by my guilt and past affection for you that I even let you have her at all. But I’m done.”

“I’ll fight this-”

“Do it. Try it.” You growl, meeting him glare for glare until you whip around and snatch the baby bag from beside the portable crib. “Scott!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not doing this right now.” You answer, your voice starting to wobble and he nods, setting her in your arms and taking the bag from your shoulder.

“Scott.” Derek says nervously but the dark-haired boy doesn’t look up from you. Behind him, Stiles picks up the car seat.

“I’ll return this.” Stiles says sheepishly and you don’t listen for Dereks reply, instead slipping out the doors and trying not to cry on your innocent infants’ onesie.


ta da!

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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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Let Fortuna mess with you (maybe she will do good in the end)

Dedicated to the lovely friend and the incredibly talented writer @gukyi for the OT7 Christmas collab! Merry Christmas, dear! 🎁

You never thought that you would be required to date three guys for a university course but you can’t do anything about it. A bet is a bet.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Setting: university au; enemies to lovers au

Genre: fluff, comedy, maybe a bit of angst

Words: 5.5k

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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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anonymous asked:

Hey could I get a sp headcannon where the girl grew up in foster care and doesn't trust easily until she moves to riverdale/ south side and meets sp

SWEET PEA HEADCANONS:

•Not having a family all your life.

• If you had one, it would only be for a few month or even weeks. You hated change.

• But deep inside, you just needed someone to call family. Someone to care for you.

• Until you met Sweet Pea.

• It all began when you were introduced to your new foster family in Riverdale. A nice young couple who couldn’t have kids and decided to help those who had no family. You also met the four other kids who stayed there. They were very young. Being the only teenager there made you feel a bit alone, but the young woman made you feel at home right away.

• She had saved you a room, knowing you wouldn’t want to share with the toddlers.

• “I guess this is going to be home for the next few months..” You’d whisper to yourself siting on your new bed.

• Having to start school the next day already. Southside high. It was almost the end of the day, you had just come here to get your books and schedule.

•Walking into the halls and immideatly feeling intimidated.

•Siting in the principal’s office when a very tall boy entered the room, a smirk on his face.

• “What happened again?” The principal said, as if they were used to seeing the boy in trouble.

• He had the looks of a badboy. Black t-shirt, a flanel and an old leather jacket.

• The principal asking him to show you around school.

• “Okay sure..” The boy said, looking down at you for the first time since he had entered the room.

• His eyes never leaving you.

• “Oh i’m Sweet Pea by the way.” He’d say, finally cracking a smile.

• “I’m Y/N”

• It was hard for you to open up to people. You weren’t the social kind.

• “Did your family recently move here?”

• “No.. it’s just me.”

• Hoping he wouldn’t start asking questions. But he did.

• “What do you mean?”

• “I don’t have a family. A foster home from aroung d here agreed to take me.”

• He did not really know what to say after that but continued showing you around school.

• “If you want I could show you around town maybe?” He’d ask.

• You wanted to learn about the small town so you agreed but instantly regretted after seeing his vehicle.

• A big mottorcycle.

• Not safe at all. “Trust me Y/N”. That’s the problem, You didn’t trust people.

• Him showing you his favorite parts of the town and bringing you home afterwards, making sure he would see you the next day.

• From that day on, you two were inseperable.

• Him driving you to school everyday and bringing you home every night.

• You having a hard time trusting him at first but him being the most protective friend there is, so it was easy to learn to trust him.

• “Do you trust me?”

• “More than anyone.”

• Him showing up to your foster home so you could work on school projects and talk all evening.

• Until your foster dad told him lt was time to leave because it was late.

• “Text me when you get home.”

• Teachers telling you two to stop passing eachother small paper notes during class.

• Him introducing you to all of his friends and becoming a part of their group.

• goodnights texts after hours of texting.

• Not being able to sleep on one week night and texting him.

• Him showing up at your window like it was a normal thing people do.

• “How did you even get here? I didn’t even hear your motorcycle?”

• “I walked. I didn’t want us to get caught.” He’d say, smiling.

• Him snuggling you and playing with your hair so you could fall asleep.

• “Thank you for coming.”

• Waking up the next morning to an empty bed, knowing he had to leave for you two not to get caught.

• Finding a post-it note on your pillow in his messy handwriting.

• «It was nice seeing you last night. I’ll be there at 7:45 to pick you up. Ps: you look cute when you’re sleeping.»

• Blushing at the thought of him writing that note while you were asleep.

• Realising that the butterflies you felt inside your stomach when you were with him meant something.

• Not being able to tell him how you felt because you didn’t want to lose him.

• Now that your foster parents knew him well, he was allowed to spend time home. Your foster dad loved talking about motorcycles with him.

• You had called your foster mother “mom” one day and she smiled and teared up a bit.

• You had found your place. Your home.

• One friday night, you were both into your room watching a movie snuggled up together. It was a romantic movie and every subtle move he made drove you crazy.

• His arm was around you and your head was laying on his chest. His laptop laying on his lap so you were both able to see the movie.

• There was a kiss scene and there was a long silence between you two. You looked up at him and he was already looking down at you. His hand brushed on your cheek and he crashed his lips on yours.

• Him pulling away, realising what he had done but kissing you back seconds later.

• “I’ve been meaning to do that for so long.”

• You had found it.

• You had finally found your family.

This was my first ever headcanon so i hope it was good! If there is something I could do to make them better, please tell me! & Keep requesting some Headcanons!

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.

Enjoy~~

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anonymous asked:

hi! how would RFA react to drunk MC talking to random people on the streets?

Just so y’all know: I’ve never drank anything before (because I’m a young lass). So if some of the behavior is wrong it’s because??? I’m 17 and have never drank an alcohol.

Zen

  • Must protect!
  • He keeps you away from any MEN because they’re PIGS
  • Someone smiled and waved at you and you grabbed their hand and held it for a solid 10 seconds.
  • He has to pick you up and bring you home.
  • He’ll buy you some doughnuts first, though. 
  • He held you like how one would hold a sleeping toddler to bring them to bed.
  • He puts you to bed and 

Jumin

  • He doesn’t really know what to do?
  • You two were waiting for Driver Kim outside of a nice, fancy place where you’d had a little too much to drink.
  • And now you were doing card tricks
  • The rich people near you are so fucking confused.
  • They don’t get it.
  • Once you get into the car, he indulges you and you get to do your card tricks on him.
  • Encourages your hobbies, even your drunk ones.

Jaehee

  • She’d put a baby leash on you.
  • She needs to keep you away from people who are just trying to live their lives
  • Talks to you like a toddler
    • “No sweetie, let’s stay away from the nice man.”
    • “Honey, you have to leave them alone.”
  • Responsible™
  • Makes sure you take off makeup/contacts/tight clothing/ties before you go to bed.
    • Also makes you take any medicine you take at night and drink a cup of water
  • Kisses your head and tucks you in
  • What a blessing

Yoosung

  • He’d be kind of very drunk, too
  • So honestly??? He’d be right there with you
  • You guys are the crazy college kids talking to everyone and stumbling around from bar to bar
  • You’d 100% go to a Denny’s and eat so many pancakes.
  • He’d try to carry you home but would stumble and drop you, then fall.

Saeyoung

  • Tbh he’s already pretty uncomfortable with you being drunk in the first place.
  • The whole smelling like alcohol thing you’ve got going on brings back a lot of bad memories for him.
  • He just wants to bring you back home and put you to bed 
  • When you start talking to people he’s :/
  • He’s so done dude
  • He’s very uncomfortable and just wants to go to bed baby why are you making this so difficult please just stop talking to people it’ll be okay just come home
  • He sleeps on the couch to stay away from anything that could trigger bad memories.
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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Arrow 6x04 “Reversal” Review: I LOVE THIS SONG

Originally posted by tvwithemily

Oh my God. This episode was so amazing that I still can’t process. I am sure that I am not alone. Last year they were trying to kill us slowly through deprivation. Now we gonna die of gluttony. Oh what sweet death awaits. My body is ready. 

Olicity/Felicity/Oliver

We have earned this goodness. Ours is a fandom forged in fire. 

We open with their second first date—and it looks like it picked up right from their last one. Same places at the table; Felicity again in red and long flowing hair—which might explain why they chose to do the extension because her hair was near 3x01 length. Stunning. 

Oliver has no chill about being reunited with his soul mate. He’s talking to strangers at neighboring tables; he’s telling Alena; he’s ready to host a fundraiser simply to walk in with her on his arm; he’s ready to declare their anniversary as a city holiday. Felicity wants to be a little more low-key about announcing their reunion. Oliver is hot fazed about this; probably because he knows he’s gonna wife her as soon as he can talk her into it. Or actually, because he knows what life is like without her and so this time he is prepared to do this better and not rush her. 

Felicity has to cut the date short for a mission and Oliver comments that this must have been what she went through. Kinda? But she also went along with him to the Bunker because she is Overwatch. Regardless, let’s go with this because I am totally down with this role reversal in this episode. 

She leaves the table by kissing his face all over. 

Originally posted by thealternativesource

Last week, Felicity got me to like a William scene. This week she has me agreeing with Curtis. Because he encouraged her to go back and get nekkid with her man. Curtis is me; I am Curtis. Because he encouraged Olicity Desserts, which is apparently what we are calling it now, he gets a pass this week. 

Originally posted by coitus-will-destroy-us

Felicity goes home and invites Oliver over for “dessert.” I love the fact that he has to ask if she’s being intentionally suggestive or if it’s a verbal slip and that she says it was intentional. We’ve graduated from verbal gaffes like “It feels good having you inside me” to saying dessert and meaning let’s have all the sex. I’m so proud. 

Originally posted by eataburgerr

Anyway, between the phone call and Oliver showing up at the door, Felicity was sidetracked by Alena. So she was befuddled as to why he was on her doorstep. Oliver was like, “Are you kidding me?” It reminded me of his “There’s no email in Bali” face (one of my favorite comedic Olicity scenes—which got some serious competition from this episode).

Oliver is absolutely not okay with Felicity going out into the field without any back up but Alena, who he doesn’t think Felicity can trust. (Agreed.) He’s ready to go with her but she tells him no because it’s not his life anymore. And she’s not wrong; but she is his life. She always has been. There is one thing that Oliver Queen has 100% never wavered from—he cannot abide any harm coming to Felicity. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe; no matter the risk to his life or soul. 

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Sam, Meet Sammy

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Reader’s Family

Word Count: 2,293

Warnings: Just fluff, honestly. 

Request: Can you do some cute ass Sammy fluff? His girlfriend takes him to meet her family where he meets her puppy too? And this little fur ball just falls in love with Sam because he got a. “I protect and love your mommy.” Vibe from him. So seeing how well Sam and the pupper get along and realizing she doesn’t want to be without her dog reader convinces Dean to let her take him home with them.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this is out late. I have a lot of requests to write and to put out. Maybe, later on today, I will put out another fic for you. If you want that, let me know. Please, if you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by berezneva12

“I’m really nervous right now.” You said, biting your lip as you bounced your leg.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Parents love me.” Sam grinned from the front seat. He was driving the Impala because Dean allowed you and him to go away for the weekend.

“No, I love you. My parents are a different story. Not saying they’re mean or strict but they might welcome you in a bit too much. They might overdo it. My siblings aren’t that far behind. My mom over thinks everything. When she found out I was dating you, she wanted to throw me a party. My dad may act tough in front of you but don’t let him steer you. He’s harmless.” You blabbed on. When you were nervous, you rambled on until someone stopped you.

“My brother may want to beat your ass because he got this older brother protective vibe going on but he’s all talk and no bite. Well, he did beat up my ex boyfriends way before I met you but you’re so big and tall and muscular, he got nothing on you. My sister, though, is a little shit and will try and get with you. She’s just that way. But she’s a teenager and she thinks she can get any guy she wants. Just stay away from her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe we should turn around.”

You were cut off by Sam’s lips on yours and you immediately relaxed, kissing him back. You pulled away, remembering that he was driving but frowned when you didn’t see the road but your parent’s house instead. Damn, how long were you rambling?

You pressed your lips back to his and he cupped your cheek with one large ass hand, pulling you closer to him. With his lips on yours, you forgot why you were here in the first place. But damn, what you would give to get hot car sex.

You pulled away, tugging his bottom lip as you went. He released a low growl and looked at you.

“We can definitely continue that later. But right now, keep it in your pants, Winchester.” You grinned and got out of the car, taking a deep breath. Sam followed you to your front door and you pushed it open quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to mention…” You didn’t get to say anything else when your golden retriever puppy came running at you and Sam. He passed by you and ran straight to Sam, jumping into his arms. Your puppy wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t an adult yet.

Sam laughed as he caught to dog, petting his soft fur. Your puppy licked his face all over and Sam laughed more, getting deep dimples.

“Sam, meet Sammy. He reminded me of you thus that is how he got his name.” You laughed, introducing them.

“Hi Sammy.” Sam said with a smile. Sammy barked and struggled to get down. Sam let him down and Sammy ran around him, sniffing him and wagging his tail. He barked happily and went to you. You picked him up and he licked your face.

“He’s my baby. I hate that I’m away from him.” You smiled and kissed his nose before walking inside the house.

“How old is he?” Sam asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Almost 2 years old. I know, he’s so big already but I love him. Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You called out for your family.

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Shit I want NT people to know about autism

1. It’s not a disease, it’s a functional disability. There is a difference.

2. Please, don’t say “but you don’t seem autistic” to an autistic person. The reason why this is called an invisible disability is because - wait for it - it’s often not visible!

3. Autistic people exist within all the scale of intelligence spectrum. We’re all different, just like you. Most of us are not like Rain Man (Savant Syndrome is very rare and way different than autism, okay?) and if you throw out a package of peas on the floor, we wont be able to count them, just ask ourselves why we are considered disabled and not the moron throwing food on the floor.

4. We can have romantic and sexual relationships, friends and families too. Some of us are parents and doing fine.

5. The math professor you’re passing by in the corridor at university, the cleaner who’s trolly you just saw around the corner, the teenage girl waiting for the bus, the old lady walking her dog around your block, the musician you just heard on the radio, the toddler that seems uninterested in playing with the other kids in the park, the dad who’s always looking at his cellphone, may all be autistic. We are everywhere. We’re different.

6. When it looks like I’m going through the day smooth, it’s because I’ve done rigorous plans to not get a meltdown. And no, most meltdowns are not visible.
  
7. Being autistic, often means it’s difficult to reckognize feelings and separate them. That’s called alexithymia and that too is different from person to person. Some have more of it than others. It doesn’t mean we have less feelings or don’t feel as strong as non-autistic people. It simply means a lot of us have to spend time figuring out what we’re feeling and why, because our brain don’t tell us that automatically. That makes us feel chaotic, perhaps even frightened. It’s fucking exhausting too.

8. A lot of us hate surprises. That doesn’t mean we’re boring. It means that our brains have a limitied capability to visualize new situations and to shift focus. It can also be extremely frightening and make us feel loss of control, exposed and vulnerable.

9. It’s very difficult to try and tell your autistic brain that, for example, trying new food or going to an unfamiliar place with your friends to have a good time in safe company, is enjoyable. When you have a hard time both visualizing and generalizing, things that non-autistic people think are about the same, could feel like completely different things. We think in details, not unities, and that makes us perceive the world in ways that differ more than the usual differences between people. 

10. We take things literally. Yes, we do. Even people who, like me, belong to the high functional part of the spectrum. We don’t read between the lines, we are often not very good at reading body language, faces or tones of voices. The spoken - or written - words are, for most of us, the one thing communication is about. Don’t get mad at us for not knowing that you really meant “life sucks and I need a hug”, when you said “I’m fine”, okay? 

11. Generally, we care less for emotions than facts. Not because we don’t have emotions or don’t care about others - believe me, we do - but because they are a very uncertain navigation tool for us. It often makes us end up in situations where we come off as cold, indifferent, hard or just socially very awkward. As an autistic woman, this is often way, way more difficult with non-autistic women. I’ve lost count on how many girlfriends I’ve lost because of my inability to read between the lines and their inability to speak plainly.

12. It’s a tricky disability, because it takes so many different shapes. Sometimes it’s not visible at all, sometimes it’s even a strenght. Some of my autistic features, I wouldn’t want to live without. Others have the capacity of literally ruining my life. To be a 30+ female with an objectively smart brain in some areas, that somehow fails miserably with food, cleaning, remembering where things are, keep even basic order, doing the dishes, focus on studies, finishing tasks, shift focus and has such difficulties with surveying, short term memory and sense of time, is not a minor inconvenience - it’s a neverending, daily struggle that drains me and makes me feel like a complete failure. 

Lot’s of girls and women with autism and ADD, never get the help they need, because we’re so good at hiding our difficulties. The diagnoses still very much describes boys and men within the spectrum, but girls and women often have a bit different symptomes - and we’re good at hiding them. Our family, teachers and friends, may not see our difficulties as “real” difficulties, especially not if we are high functioning in some ways. People think that since I read at least five times faster than the avarage person, that means I must be smart in “simpler” areas, like keeping track of time or knowing proper social behavior.

But autism doesn’t work that way and even when our difficulties aren’t shown, they’re still there and make our lives harder than others. It’s not whining, it’s telling it like it is. And if “pull yourself together and just get more organized” helped, believe me, we all would’ve been fucking masters on organizing, planning and prioritizing - and you would’ve begged for our assistance. But, alas, it doesn’t work that way. Do you even think that an autistic brain, who craves logic and order, would freely live in chaos if it could maintain order just by “pulling itself together”? Really? No, I didn’t think so.

The world isn’t nice to an autistic brain. And if you, like me, have been blessed/cursed with ADD as well, the world could be your fucking arch enemy. 

So, if you’re a girl or woman with autism or ADD or both - or just suspect you might have it, or maybe just think “holy fuck, some of this shit actually describes some of what I’m feeling and thought I was alone and just a fucking failure”, I want to say:

You’re not alone, you’re not crazy and you’re not a failure. Your brain simply works different and you have the right to both ask for help and guidance with the struggles that you may feel embarressed about not getting right, and to find ways to use your strenghts and enjoy life on your terms. You’re not spoiled, you’re not a “snowflake”, not a brat or a lazy bastard just because people can’t see your struggles.

Be nice to yourself. For many years, I wasn’t. And sometimes I’m still not. I wake up in the mornings, longing for normality, for control and a quiet brain. I accuse myself, I’m unforgiving and ashamed. And then, when I’ve walked down that spiral, I somehow always get back again.

And I realise I kick ass, for going through life and not giving up. That I’m not a brat for wanting what the people accusing me of being lazy, unfocused, rude or stupid are taking for granted:

a mind that doesn’t constantly, 24/7, does it’s best to fuck up normality in an endless guerilla war you didn’t asked to be a part of.  
   

Daddy A-Z: Taeil

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A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?
Gotta love the old man. Taeil is more on the quieter side, he’s not one to want to have some grand announcement. Telling him is just that; telling him. Nothing spectacular, just ‘hey babe, I’m pregnant! Have a nice day at work~!’ type of thing. Telling family and friends is likely just during a huge get together, and he just drops the ball. “Ha, lame jokes as always Johnny. Did I tell you we’re expecting? Oh, well I did now.”

B = Books.- Did he read the books?
Taeil’s a smart ass guy, don’t try and act like he isn’t. If he doesn’t have a strong grasp on the concept of raising kids already, he’s 100% going to be on Google 24/7 and renting out the parenthood section at the library. 


C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more? 
Taeil is such a cuddly dad, he’s attached to his baby front bay one. 9/10 if you look at Taeil after the birth of his baby, he’s cuddling the little bundle of joy. Takes a lot of bribing to get him to hand over the babe willingly. 


D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in. 

I can imagine Taeil being kind of really shy and bashful the first thime he’s called Daddy and it fully setting in that he really is going to be a dad. Taeil’s going to get so blushy and hide his face or brush off whoever said it, telling them to shut up while his cheeks are flaming and he can’t hide the smile on his face. It’s a moment of shy happiness. 

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?
I can imagine Taeil being one of the dads that’s determined to make his spouse completely comfortable; he’s firm on that he’ll do all the work, just rest. So, Taeil probably detaches himself from the babe and sprints to the store when supplies are low.


F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?

Taeil usually leaves feeding time to you, letting you have your bonding time with the babe but he’s always present. He’s standing by with a rag for burping time, he fixes the bottles, or cleans up the spills.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby? 

While he’s clingy with the baby, I imagine Taeil being a bit more clueless with emotions involving the baby. He can bathe, dress, and feed the baby, but when it comes to a fussy baby, Taeil is lost. He’ll probably get frustrated when he can’t get the baby to calm down. Might even cry himself, lol. Fussy baby is your job, he’s getting an F in that department.

H = How?- how many kids does he want?
I can see Taeil being pretty content with two, and probably strives for two. I feel like he’d secretly be hoping for twins, or have another kids soon after the first, so Taeil’s kids are pretty close in age. 


J = Jokes.- best dad joke? 

“Why do crabs never give to charity?
Because they’re shellfish.”

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby.
Taeil is such a raspberry kind of dad, always blowing kisses on his baby’s tummy to make them giggle and wiggle like a worm. It’s just so cute and adorable and makes Taeil all giggly to see his child giggly. Just a bunch of giggles. So precious ugh. 


L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.

That’s a moment that slaps Taeil across the face like no other. “Holy shit…this is actually happening, I have a kid, it’s in my arms, it’s so small. Fuck.” It’s so surreal for him, and he totally ends up crying. Baby sobs. He’s just standing in the middle of the hospital room with silent tears and staring at the most beautiful thing he’s every seen; his child.

M = Mommy.- what does he call you? 

Taeil’s a ‘mama’ kind of dad. Mama and Dada kind of route. So much easier to teach a baby too, instead of some wild ‘mother/father’ alternate. 

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad ones? 

Listen, Taeil will help with almost everything but when it comes to poopie diapers, he’s noping out. He’s standing in the door, handing you baby powder, but actually doing the do, nah. Ain’t happening. 

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits? 
Taeil wears some…not ugly, but just dumb looking clothes sometimes. He’s totally the one to find the ‘cutest onesie you’ll ever see!’ and it just looking like it was found in a trash can from 1896. Keep him away from the baby’s clothes.


P = Pet names- names he calls the baby. 

I feel like Taeil’s a classic dad, and probably calls his babies something almost typical. Like his sunshine, or little angel, or something along those lines. Nothing to wild that makes you need to know the backstory to the nickname or anything.

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse? 

At that time, Taeil is way to focused on you that any question he could possibly have has completely slipped his mind so that’s no help. He probably doesn’t ask the nurse anything, more like he’ll just Google it when he gets home, sort of thing.

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for? 

The biggest thing you rely on each other for is probably relaxing each other. The moral support every parent needs that hey, you’re fine. The baby’s fine. You’re not a terrible parent. You’re doing perfect, stop doubting yourself. Little words of encouragement here and there are definitely something that happens constantly when the baby comes. Just calms you both down and takes a lot of the ‘holy fuck i’m the worst parent ever’ nerves off.

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night? 

Am I the only one that imagines Taeil being the dad that stays up later/wakes up so he can make the next day’s meals? Like meal prep and shiz, since it’s a lot easier to have everything set and ready when you have a kid, instead of trying to cook for both you and him, while feeding the baby? So typically, Taeil is up later than you/gets up regardless, so 9/10 he’s on sleep duty.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent. 
Back to Rely, it’s just the basic new parent fear that everything Taeil’s doing is 100% wrong. Even though he’s literally on the phone every 5 minutes, calling his mom for advice, or on Google non stop, he’s just terrified he’s flopping as a dad. But by baby two, he’s calmed down. 


U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.
I really imagine Taeil being that ugly, choking kind of crier when he sees the legit proof that fuck….there’s actually something growing. it’s a cute moment, but he’s a blubbering mess lmao.


V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.

“Don’t eat ice! Daddy almost died once!” Nah I’m kidding. I think with Taeil, with how he had to choose between college or SM, he’d teach the kids the importance of choices and following your heart, to do what you think feels right. 

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths? 
Taeil is always on bath duty. It’s a fun bonding moment with daddy and baby. He’s totally the dad that got a dozen bath toys for a baby that literally gets bathed in, since it’s like….a new born….don’t put new borns in a tub, okay. It’s definitely the opportune moment to get cute dad pics and videos with him and the bub.


X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays? 

I think Taeil would have a pretty chill family, holidays aren’t really insane. I think he’d be another one that has holidays with the extended family and friends at an earlier or later date, and the actually holiday is reserved just for his little family. Break out the camera, and watch a toddler take 15 minutes of open a present. #FamilyMemories

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in? 

I really don’t see Taeil being an angry guy? Not to the point of actually fighting. I think he’s the kind of guy, let alone husband/father than just stews in frowning silence and the ‘fight’ just consists of his calm, snarky comments in reply to you. 

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?
I’d like to say I think the house would be fine…but realistically with mr. chokes on ice here, it’d be a hellhole. With everything set out for the day, there’s literally no room to walk, someone will always scream when they step on a leggo, where did the pacifier go? idk babe, lemme just run a buy a new one. Save them.

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“I didn’t think I’d see this place ever again,” Thea said with a sigh while Felicity was directing the car up the driveway to the mansion. “I didn’t even know the mansion was built back up. I thought it burnt down the summer after mom died.”

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Keith and Lance find a baby that the Galra abandoned and become the gay dads everyone wants

This didn’t quite go where I expected but I hope you enjoy

And thank you for one of the more normal requests, I enjoyed writing this even if I didn’t know where I was going with it.

This is a future/after the war/aged up characters fic + an established relationship


Years in space, as a Voltron paladin as well as an explorer and peacemaker, left Lance well equipped to deal with the unexpected. At least, he certainly thought so. If he could roll with the punches at seventeen well enough to figure out how to fly a giant alien ship, and fight against an empire that had been terrorizing the universe for the last ten thousand years, he could only get better, surely. Still, he’s not sure he ever could have been prepared for the day his husband brought back a child from a construction mission.

Keith and Hunk, and a crew of a few dozen of their allies, had been gone for nearly a month helping far-reaching planets re-build and get up-to-date on what had been going on since the end of the war. Often, those kinds of missions ended with them returning with news of another planet in desperate need of help someone needed to rush off to, usually immediately. Occasionally, especially if Shiro, Allura, or Lance went on the missions, they returned with aliens in need of healing or relocating, who stayed as guests of the palace while Team Voltron did what they could to accommodate them.

Keith had never returned with extra passengers. And he had definitely never returned with young passengers before.

“You’re going to scare her if you just keep staring at her like that.” Keith said.

Wide, yellow eyes stared up at Lance, unblinking as he stared back. Lance didn’t have much experience with Galra who weren’t from the Blade of Marmora, even after the war he tended to avoid them. He certainly had no experience with Galra children. If he had to guess however, the girl was young. Perhaps even still a toddler-if the Galra had a toddler-equivalent. Her skin was a paler purple than Keith’s when he takes on a more-Galra appearance, but the hair around her pointed ears fell in dark, soft waves around her face. It looked a little like Keith’s own bedhead.

“She’s staring at me, too.” Lance defended, finally glancing up towards his husband.

Keith looked back, unamused. “She’s a child, you are not.”

Lance shot him a cheeky grin. “So, you admit it.”

“You’re still childish. Just not an actual child.”

The girl looked between the two men, as if not sure where to focus. Lance wasn’t sure if she could understand them. Keith’s old red jacket was draped around her small shoulders. She was drowning in the faded fabric, wearing it more as a blanket than anything. It was unfairly adorable, especially when she leant back and settled against Keith’s chest. Keith’s free hand rose to run over her head, brushing hair from her face. Her eyes flutter shut and she swayed uncertainly in his arms. Lance wasn’t sure what had happened before they returned to the castle, but it was obvious she was growing tired. They should find a place for her to sleep until they can procure a more reasonably sized bed. He wondered if Allura would even have anything like that. For the most part, Keith’s expression stayed the same, but Lance could see a soft affection in his eyes as he watched the drowsy girl. Not a look many people had earned from him. And not one earned easily.

“She likes you.” Lance observed. His mind was still reeling from the introduction of this small child, but that much, at least, was obvious. “And you like her. How much time did you spend together down there?”

Keith rolled his eyes, but a soft flush to his cheeks gave him away. “You sound jealous of a child.”

“Maybe I am. Maybe I wanted to be the only one you cuddled for a few more years.” Lance wasn’t serious, but he crossed his arms and pouted anyways.

Keith was half-way through a comeback before he fully registered Lance’s words. “…A few more years?”

Lance shrugged, before he looked pointedly at the girl. “You never thought about starting a family?”

Keith’s expression morphed into something both surprised and…frustrated. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm as the child slept in his arms. Lance wanted to reach out, to offer some kind of comfort, but he knew whatever this was about, Keith needed to work through it himself first.

“I don’t…It’s been so long since…” Keith growled in frustration, only calming when the girl began to fuss.

Silently, Lance offered to hold her. Keith hesitated, as if he didn’t wanted to give her up. Coming back to himself, he awkwardly maneuvered her into Lance’s arms. The girl fussed at being moved, squirming in Lance’s arms as he tried to situate her into a comfortable hold. Lance and Keith both froze when her big eyes blinked open to stare at Lance from her new position. She looked slowly between the two men and for a moment, Lance was sure she was going to cry. But after a moment, she settled against Lance with a quiet huff. Lance pressed his mouth into a tight line to stop himself from smiling too wildly at her quiet acceptance. He and Keith were having a serious conversation, he needed to focus. Even if his arms were now full of a soft, warm bundle, swaddled in Keith’s jacket.

Keith’s expression was hard as he stared at Lance gently rocking her. “A family? With me?” He finally asked, his voice quiet despite the frustrated temper roughening it.

Before Lance could answer, Keith began to pace across their bedroom.

“What kind of family could we really have? We live on a spaceship most of the year, we go on missions across galaxies, and I…” Keith trailed off, throwing his arms wide as if Lance should be able to fill in the blanks.

“Well I never said it’d be easy. But do you really plan to live like this…forever?”

When Keith didn’t have a response, Lance pushed on. “And even if we did, what would be so wrong with that? Any kids we had could see the universe without ever actually leaving their house. And they would never be alone. Shiro, Hunk, Allura, Pidge, Coran…Matt, everyone would be there like the crazy aunts and uncles no one ever asks for.” Lance looked down at the little girl in his arms. “Why did you bring her back with you?”

Keith rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “She didn’t have anyone down there. And even though she was so well behaved and sweet, no one wanted her.” Like no one wanted me.

“So, you bonded with her and brought her back to the castle but you were just going to give her away to the next orphanage or Galra-friendly planet we found?”

“No!” Keith groaned. “I don’t know.”

Lance reached for him with his free hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Keith took it, letting Lance draw him close. Lance wrapped his arm around Keith’s waist, while Keith’s own arm draped loosely around his back. Wary of the sleeping child between them, Keith nuzzled closer, resting his cheek against Lance’s own.

“I don’t know anything about being a…parent.” Keith whispered. Lance smiled, turning to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’ll teach you.”

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

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“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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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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